For Now


by Collin McConnell · August 28, 2015


A woman and a man get dressed in bed. Their conversations are about other people, other relationships... other. They carefully avoid talking about what has all obviously just conspired, leaving the scene all too familiar. Yet that avoidance quickly becomes obvious to everyone other than those engaging in it, that the truth of what is happening is called into question... but not necessarily for the benefit of the plot.

Two people come together, somewhat regularly (the frequency — among many other details — is unclear). One goes out, works, dates; one stays indoors, reads, losses track of time. They talk about anything other than their relationship (notably, they talk about the other relationship the man is in, one he feels he is barely in and in which he embraces cowardice and simply allows it to die out). They have sex. They part ways. Perhaps they do it all again.

The conceit of For Now is clear, simple, and enticing to the average young New Yorker, for whom it is far too painfully familiar. But for me (as one of those young New Yorkers), it never managed to find the depth that those arbitrary conversations might have had while getting dressed — or undressed. Rather, they seemed that: arbitrary. Which is not to say they are without music and nuance — Jeremy Stuart's text delicately keeps these characters in a room together, talking around and around what's actually happening between them, something that could be a joy to watch were it not so static, or if there were something beyond the surface of these two people's pre- and post-coitus. The text itself is enticing, but the production struggles to enrich this mysteriously familiar relationship.

Amy Scanlon as Woman, however, is a complete standout. She brings a care and craft to each ambiguous moment that something more human, more familiar, shines through. Her job is certainly not easy, but brings an exciting intimacy to someone so removed from, yet terribly understanding of humanity that I could only wonder what other depths might have been mined this production.

 

 

 

 

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