Love and loss, a vivid trio, Japan house, tarot

Judith/Dresses/Joe.

A new group called Parade Ground Unit tackles three short, disparate one-acts by notable writers, and the melding makes for a bizarre 80 minutes that sticks with you. I'm still mulling the nuanced performances by Holly Cate and Troy Dwyer, and the direction of James Peck (the three are the company's co-founders).

In Samuel Beckett's "Eh Joe," written for TV in 1966, a man sits on a bed and contemplates his demons as a former lover haunts him in a severe, emotionless berating. The play is a character study of the man, through his face, and the woman can appear as an off-stage voice, but Peck effectively has Cate delivering her psychic destruction visibly, to one side of the playing area. It dilutes the focus but not completely - we still see the man onstage and in a larger image flashed live on a screen behind him.

"Counting Her Dresses" is Gertrude Stein's 1922 quickie about women and their exterior lives, I suppose; it consists mostly of banal banter as a man shows a woman - in this version - more than 20 dresses. It's also a director's playground, for Stein's script gives no staging guidance. Peck moves the action back and forth, as if it were on a conveyor that keeps switching directions. Stein's conceit - if you don't know it, the play seems harder to comprehend than it actually is - is that almost every line is written as its own act.

Bertolt Brecht's 1937 "The Jewish Wife," about a German Jewish woman who angrily leaves her Christian husband in the oncoming Nazi storm - partly for his own safety - is a vignette from Brecht's Fear and Misery of the Third Reich, and the most accessible of the three one-acts. It's richly performed by Dwyer and Cate, a red-head with a dynamic, commanding voice and stare. This combo of plays is Parade Ground Unit's inauguration, a solid, avant-garde-plus production.

   - Howard Shapiro

Japan House/Philadelphia.

Ordinarily Shofosu, the Japanese house in Fairmount Park, stands empty. Leah Stein and Roko Kawai along with Tokyo-based collaborators Hideo Arai and Mika Kimula have animated the exquisite house and its gardens, moving audience, dancers and musicians through its tatami-floored rooms and wide-planked verandas.

Structured as a loop of scenes that the audience tours in separate groups, Japan House/Philadelphia skillfully uses the house's architectural features. Columns are for perching or leaning on, a deck for hiding under. A dancer in red nestles into a green hillock, a quiet procession of performers in white wafts into the tall pines at the far edge of the koi pond, hands cast momentary shadows on a sliding shoji screen.

Compelling performances include that of Arao, who brings drama to each gesture. With intensity and attack, he dives into inventive improvisational choices. Stein and Kawai show sly wit and generous playfulness in their interactions. Toshi Makihara, the percussionist who is Stein and Kawai's longtime collaborator does a virtuosic turn "playing" the boards of Shofosu's widest veranda.

Program notes describe the work as exploring personal and cultural histories. Japan House/Philadelphia hints at lives lived in such a house without spelling out clear narratives. It remains in the realm of poetry - an ineffable accumulation of many small moments of gravity and beauty.
   - Lisa Kraus

Lunch Lady Tarot.

On the fringe of the Fringe comes a faux tarot card reader, all for laughs, named Lunch Lady because she carries a sandwich. Plus, she sandwiches in one-liners and umpteen flighty diversions during her collective tarot reading of the audience on the upper floor of Fairmount's long-popular London Grill, an excellent place to end up at one of Lunch Lady's late shows because the Fringe bar, at Delaware Avenue this year, is fine for dancing but a bust for talk.

Lunch Lady, in a black leopard print outfit, accented by a bright red blouse and Capri pants when I saw her Saturday night, tells you in her deep South Philly accent about West Side Story, the psychic nature of Las Vegas, the way a horse race really works and the 15 percent of you that is actually you.

In real life, she's actress Bella Weil Saltzer, and this is the first piece she's written, produced by Fairmount-based Red Square Theatre. Saltzer plays through this little goof convincingly enough for some people to wonder if that's her real-life accent, or maybe even persona. Her sidekick is Adam Rzepka, who plays a lover/dummy/straightman. If you don't chuckle at least a few times, you are not in a Fringe mood. But if you dive for a Valium once Lunch Lady takes off, you are Fringed-out.

   - Howard Shapiro