Went with a friend to see Andy Halliday's new Off-Broadway play Nothing But Trash, playing at Theater for the New City on 1st Avenue The experience wasn't a drag...even if Andy was in drag from beginning to end.
Nothing But Trash is a loving, even stalkerish, tribute to melodramatic teen-hormone pictures of the '50s and '60s. I started listing the films it was aggressively homaging in my head (Imitation of Life, Rebel Without a Cause, A Summer Place...) but lost count when the cast went into a West Side Story number that would give "Sergeant Krupke" an unwelcome erection lasting over four hours. It's a special treat for anyone familiar with to whom the main characters' names ("Tab" and "Troy") refer.
Where did she go wrong??? (My theory: It was the gloves.)
Halliday hams it up as a woman returning to her hometown with her 16-year-old stud—I mean, son—in tow. Young "Troy" (a magnetic Rory Max Kaplan) is fit and ready to feel his oats, the gay kind since, in Halliday's fantastic vision, homosexual teenagers are virile of body and of heart, and are unafraid to dare speak the name of the love that dare not speak its name.