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My Very Old Havana
BY RONALD MANGRAVITE
The venerable story of exile, loss, and rediscovery
is wearing a little thin
Change is a funny
thing. Some of it is dramatic, embodied in single
moments -- a wedding, a birth, a terrorist attack.
But a whole lot of change happens incrementally,
so slowly that it isn't noticed until after
the fact. These thoughts may come to mind when
contemplating the Coconut Grove Playhouse revival
of Rum & Coke, Carmen Pelaez's heartfelt
exploration of her Cuban-American roots and
the contradictions therein. The show ran in
Miami in 1998 to favorable reviews. Its assets
haven't changed, but the community context sure
has -- and therein lies a tale.
Pelaez's one-woman show tracks the life of
her alter ego, Camilla, a bubbly, Rubens-esque
Cuban American with a wry sense of humor. She
may be an expert at mimicking the runway struts
of supermodels, but she's largely clueless about
her own identity. Then a series of encounters
with friends and relatives begins to change
her. A girlfriend tells of a romantic encounter
at a club that turns into a humiliating nightmare.
Camilla's abuela, a stiff-backed old-timer,
remembers the last flight out of Cuba as Castro
took over, and though it has been well over
40 years since, the pain remains. "Talking
about it doesn't help," she growls. "I'm
not that modern." Camilla decides to travel
to Cuba to find out more about this mysterious
island she doesn't know. In Havana, Camilla
meets a wizened relative, a disillusioned hooker,
and a former Tropicana headliner now resigned
to cleaning restrooms while dreaming of a comeback.
Through these encounters, Camilla begins to
connect with the everyday lives of the Cuban
people -- on the island and in exile --and in
these she sees a true beauty more compelling
than what is found on a fashion runway. |

Rum & Coke
Details: Written, directed, and performed by
Carmen Pelaez. Presented through January 25;
Call 305-442-4000.
Where: The Coconut Grove Playhouse, 3500 Main
Hwy, Coconut Grove |
The thematic connection of these encounters isn't
particularly sound, but each individual episode certainly
has emotional impact. Pelaez wrote and directed Rum
& Coke as well as performing it. She's a skilled
storyteller. Each vignette offers humor, then pivots
on a surprise that often results in heartache. But
the production could and should be better. As a performer,
Pelaez is appealing if not riveting, and some of her
acting tends toward the declamatory. Her decision
to direct herself appears the likely cause. The piece
could benefit from an outside perspective. Staging,
verbal rhythms, and pacing are uniform throughout
the intermissionless show, and its punch suffers.
Nevertheless Rum & Coke is an effective, engaging
piece. Pelaez's use of overhead projections featuring
photos of relatives is particularly poignant.
The regular Playhouse production team provides low-key
support. Steve Lambert's simple set, a series of projection
panels and some mismatched wooden chairs, befits the
show's style. Eric Nelson opts for a similar approach
to his lighting design, though the use of general
lighting, without much detail or shadowing, lacks
variety in a show that could use more of it. Steve
Shapiro's sound design, deliberately wispy and evocative,
adds romance and mood.
Rum & Coke is part of a war over the narrative
of the Cuban revolution, a struggle that the exile
community has largely won. Back when Castro came to
power, el exilio suffered not only the injury of loss
but the insult of mischaracterization. The Castro
regime was touted by the radical chic as a pinnacle
of socialist progress, Che Guevara became a T-shirt
icon, and the exiles were marginalized as spoiled
malcontents. Over the years, however, exiled writers
have regained narrative supremacy, humanizing and
dignifying the exile experience in plays and novels
while Castro's image has tarnished.
But while Rum & Coke has an important tale to
tell, it has less impact than it did in its first
run here in 1998, simply because the heartache of
the Cuban-exile experience has been exposed so voluminously
in recent years. Eduardo Machado's Once Removed centered
on los exilios in America. Nilo Cruz's Hortensia and
the Museum of Dreams traced the return of Cuban Americans
to Castro's Cuba, as did Rafael Lima's devastating
video documentary El Presidio. The Boys of Mariel
centered on the gay experience.
Meanwhile the politics and demographics of South
Florida have been changing, and with that change there
has been a changing audience for stories of exile.
The once-solid Cuban-exile bloc is now giving way
to a major influx of South and Central Americans (many
with their own exile narratives), a steady flow of
Anglos, and a new kind of Cuban exile, lacking the
roots and solidarity of the older, established Cubanos.
All of this makes for a very fluid mix in South Florida
and a sociopolitical situation far different from
five or six years ago.
The struggle over the Cuban narrative appears to
have been settled. But in this victory comes crisis.
Has the exile perspective stalled? In play after play,
Cuban writers have turned to the past. Where are the
narratives about Cuba's future? What will happen when
the Castro regime falls? What is in store for the
Cuban people? True democracy? Corporate colonialism?
Surely there are chapters to be written in the Cuban
narrative other than merely nostalgia and regret.
Erratum: In last issue's column, I cited Carol Burnett
and Kathy Bates as the original performers of Miss
Hannigan in Annie. In fact, Dorothy Loudon originated
the role on Broadway. I should have said that Burnett
and Bates played Hannigan in the motion picture and
television versions of the show.
Fuente:
New Times
Diciembre
- 2003
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