Exposed

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[avatar user=”Mark Dundas Wood” size=”96″ align=”left”]Mark Dundas Wood, Critic[/avatar]What is it, exactly, that’s “exposed” in Recognize Theatre and MCS Theatre’s new drama Exposed? Well, the play is about a young contemporary American woman, Lauren, who exposes her body to the world as a performer in erotic films, and whose secret career is later exposed to her family, her college classmates, and anyone else with a computer screen or cell phone. More importantly, the play exposes the hypocrisy of a culture that is suffused with sex talk and sexual imagery but that is puritanical at its core. It’s fitting that Lauren selects the name “Scarlett Blue” as her nom de porn. It references Nathaniel Hawthorne’s famous adultery-themed novel The Scarlet Letter in which the central character, Hester Prynne, is shunned and shamed for carnal transgression. (Lauren considers taking the name “Hester”—but concludes that it doesn’t have the right sexy ring to it.)

The play was conceived and directed by Kristin Heckler, who, at the top of the performance under review, explained that she and the production’s three performers—Sarah Raimondi, Jacob Sebastian Phillips, and Pauline Sherrow—developed the project over a four-year period. They improvised to help create scenes, drawing on interviews with actual women in the adult-film industry, along with other porn-related sources.

The play is a thoughtful and illuminating look at the attractions and perils of a career in adult entertainment. Lauren’s story is a cautionary tale, yes, but the underlying attitude of the play is “sex positive.” Heckler and her associates do not shame Lauren/Scarlett for choosing to be open and unashamed about her sexuality. Yes, they show that a life in porn can be a dicey and occasionally harrowing proposition, brimming with a high quotient of misogynistic and generally creepy behavior. However, the focus is more on Lauren’s naivete about just how closed minded and judgmental the people around her will be about her decision—even when they are themselves avid porn consumers.

We learn early on that high-school senior Lauren (Raimondi)—who has signed and reputedly broken an abstinence pledge—has been watching video with explicit imagery since she was a pre-teen. She finds the idea of being a part of the industry not just arousing but also liberating and even exhilarating.

After graduating, she begins study at an Ivy League college. She befriends fellow students Jamie (Phillips) and Autumn (Sherrow), who are likewise fluent in pornography, but who are clearly a bit taken aback by their new pal’s unbounded enthusiasm for it. Lauren, who considers herself a feminist, even finds herself writing a paper on the porn industry for one of her classes. When she learns that her parents have had an economic setback that will imperil her college career, she seems to welcome the problem as an excuse for following her erotic bliss. She reaches out, makes the necessary connections and, lo, Scarlett Blue is born. But before long, this hidden life is explosively revealed.

This cast of three is extraordinarily good. Raimondi is radiant. She captures both the giddiness Lauren finds as she pursues her unorthodox dream, and her deflation when the downside of her choice becomes clear. Phillips and Sherrow are excellent in a number of diverse supporting roles. They’re terrific as hearty partiers Jamie and Autumn. But they also do a credible job portraying Lauren’s parents. Phillips, in addition, takes on the role of several porn-industry dudes, including one actor who is amusingly sub-par with his line readings and another whose brutishness in a BDSM scene proves a little too real. Sherrow is especially good as an older porn performer—a working mother who is clearly burnt out by the career grind, but who retains a core of sweetness nonetheless.

Sex scenes are choreographed in a stylized way. The performers keep their distance from one another while miming the carnal acrobatics—an effective directorial choice. There is some brief partial nudity, nothing full-frontal. Extremely strong language spills out of the actors’ mouths in certain scenes.

The set consists of little more than a bed-like platform in the center of the small stage. No scenic designer or costume designer is credited. Lighting designer Sara Christopher does what she can with limited space and lanterns. She helps set the sexual choreography apart from the more naturalistic, nonsexual moments. Sound designer Emily Auciello fills the playing space with a funky 1970’s musical vibe, which is heard both before and during the show. There are plenty of “cow-chicken-cow-cow” wah-wah pedal flourishes.

The story unfolds in a series of short scenes which seem impressively well-crafted, considering that they were developed through improvisational exercises. Touches of humor prove integral to the show’s success. On the downside, the play ends abruptly, with loose ends left dangling. A scene between Lauren and her father, after her secret life becomes known to him, is one of the best in the production. But the script doesn’t follow through with the arc of the father-daughter relationship or on his surprising advice to her to face up to her choices rather than hiding from them.  (We do learn that she eventually writes online essays about her porn work and that she makes a TV appearance to explain herself). A scene between Lauren and her mother, after Lauren’s secret is out, might have been interesting—but we don’t get one. The very last moments of the play’s final scene, set in a restaurant in Italy, are befuddling.

Nevertheless, Exposed is remarkable for its honesty and nuance. And it proves once again that a huge budget and flashy production values aren’t essential components of smart and invigorating theater.

Exposed (through February 24, 2019)

Recognize Theatre and MCS Theatre

MCS Theatre, 357 West 36th Street, in Manhattan

For tickets, call 917-426-2381 or visit http://www.recognizetheatre.org

Running time: 75 minutes with no intermission.

A smart, expertly performed drama about a college student who pursues work in pornographic films, soon to discover the limits on her sexual freedom.