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Review: Kitchen Dog’s ‘Radiant Vermin’ Glows With A Sardonic Light

by Jerome Weeks 15 Oct 2018 1:04 PM

Philip Ridley’s play is a wicked satire about a couple, their dream home and how we all can get our wished-for luxury lifestyle. But it’s still a bit of a fixer-upper.

Kateri Cale (right) closes the deal. Photo: Jerome Weeks

We’ve not heard about it much on this side of the ocean, so it’s been easy to overlook. But it seems the British have this tiny difficulty providing a large number of their citizens with any kind of residences. It’s the same unpleasant little hitch we North Texans have.

There doesn’t seem to be any affordable housing.  The middle-class is becoming homeless. 

‘Radiant Vermin’ by Philip Ridley. Presented by Kitchen Dog Theater through October 28th.

Oh, well, that. After the Great Recession (caused, you’ll remember, by the collapse of ingenious new ways of disguising dicey home mortgages that bankrolled entire subdivisions) and after decades of developers catering to wealthy, sky-dwelling condo owners or pursuing cheaper land father and farther away from cities instead of building, you know, decent but low-profit homes, well – after decades of this, what’s a first-time, house-hunting couple to do? Let alone a lower-class one?

“We’re desperate,”J ill corrects her husband Ollie with an urgent hiss. We’re not lower class.

And that’s the premise of Philip Ridley’s wickedly pointed if attenuated ‘Radiant Vermin’: Just how desperate will Jill and Ollie – or any of us – get when real estate values are stratospheric and there’s a baby on the way? Ridley is a theatrically inventive and mordant British playwright, a favorite of the Kitchen Doggers (their staging of his debut ‘Pitchfork Disney’ was a highlight of pitch-dark imagination). And ‘Vermin’ is KD’s season opener, a Texas premiere in a production by director Tim Johnson that – to fall into realtor-speak – offers the latest in name-brand amenities and signature value when it comes to post-mod cultural satire. It’s a real fixer-upper of a wicked haunted house. Trouble is, once we’ve all moved in, there’s not much more to be done.

Don’t you just HATE our sell-out neighbors? Kristen Lazerchick and Jake Buchanan in ‘Radiant Vermin.’ All photos: Jerome Weeks

Jill (Kristen Lazerchick) and Ollie (Jake Buchanan) talk directly to us, explaining their cramped living space. But practically before anyone can say “home improvement,” another one of Ridley’s mysterious, nightmarish figures appears, this time from the government. Miss Dee (Kateri Cale) urges Jill and Ollie to enlist in a new public program. Plucky couples will be given their dream home completely free, although admittedly it’s located in a less-than-optimum area. The plan is, as they upgrade their own crib, this will encourage other prospective buyers and soon everyone will be coasting along on an upwardly-mobile housing market.

But Jill and Ollie soon discover that, not only was their home seemingly built entirely out of code violations, it’s invaded at night by squatters. Or maybe vandals or addicts. They’re not sure, but when Ollie fearfully kills one in the dark, a blinding light appears, and that’s when the paranormal enters the picture. I won’t reveal precisely what; let’s just say the couple quickly finds it addictive and useful.

There are two problems here. Actually, just one with the play itself, the other with its reception. The weakness of ‘Radiant Vermin’ is that it has a classic, satiric premise about middle-class materialism: What lengths will we go to for that showcase, French-country kitchen? And ‘Vermin’ has the clean, dramatic shape of a creepy little fairy tale, complete with a magical godmother, albeit one who doesn’t have the young couple’s best interests at heart.

But once the play’s premise is laid out, you can figure out how things will go (violently downhill). True, Mr. Ridley still has some theatrical tricks in his home-repair tool box – notably a garden party that has Lazerchick and Buchanan giving a bravura demonstration of quick-fire caricatures. Yet the party – its point made – goes on and on a bit. ‘Radiant Vermin’ remains a creepy-funny one-act or an entertaining comic sketch: It’s got laughs and surprises, but at 100 minutes (without intermission), it’s about 15 minutes too long.

I see a brushed-nickel, cut-glass, dining room chandelier over here, don’t you? Kateri Cale (left) with Kristen Lazerchick and Jake Buchanan in ‘Radiant Vermin.’

The other problem is a puzzle. ‘Radiant Vermin’ has been received happily in Bristol, Oxford, London, New York, Portland and now Dallas – but entirely as I just described it: a scathing take-down of middle-class acquisitiveness and moral blindness, of our willingness to live comfortably at other people’s expense.

But in all the reviews I can find online, what’s never appeared are the words ‘gentrification’ or ‘homeless removal’ (or ‘encampment abatement,’ the preferred term of art). Seen in that light, ‘Radiant Vermin’ becomes less a skewering of Jill and Ollie for their bourgeois materialism (finger wag, finger wag) and more about our wider, unresolved clashes over property, poverty programs, market forces, urban history, social class and race (although the only homeless person we see is presented as white). I think all this is here in Ridley’s play, but under Tim Johnson’s direction, the sketch-comedy-and-fairy-tale functions are what deliver the laughs and chills. Not much more is brought out.

That’s why the play’s other theatrical highlight comes when Jill examines her doubts about what the couple’s been doing. Jill has a Christian background, and helping the poor and needy has – we vaguely recall – fit in that faith system somewhere, at some point. But by the end, her self-analysis turns to rage about how she and Ollie are the truly needy ones here. The vagrants they’re supplanting are parasites living off hard-working tax-payers like themselves. Eradicating the sad, unwashed losers is precisely the social program that’s called for, the one Miss Dee is actually implementing under the guise of urban renewal.

In short, ‘Radiant Vermin’ is not just a lampoon of our hollow pursuit of luxury. It’s how we self-servingly justify policies and economies that bulldoze historic neighborhoods, ruin working-class communities – and cash in.

OK, OK, all that sounds didactic and political. ‘Radiant Vermin’ certainly doesn’t.

In fact, Lazerchick is brilliant at this moment of self-examination, managing to project both a cheery newlywed shine and a ruthless edge when it comes to getting what Jill thinks is rightfully hers: every gorgeous layout she’s envied in every ‘shelter porn’ publication in print. Kateri Cale also has great, grande-dame-ish fun as Miss Dee, all flourish and eyebrows. It’s such a plummy role you can sense her fingering the color samples.

The last time I saw Clare Floyd DeVries provide a set for Kitchen Dog, it was for ‘Ironbound.‘ That was precisely the underclass locale that Miss Dee in ‘Radiant Vermin’ aims to uproot: a late-night, dead-end bus stop. It was marvelously detailed with convincing cigarette butts and desperate people. For ‘Vermin,’ DeVries goes for its immaculate opposite, an abstract house silhouette. She trims the stage with an amusing touch: a row of dollhouse-sized ‘model homes’ (with lighting by Adam Chamberlin). Other than that, all we have is a beautifully crisp,  house-shaped screen on which Ollie and Jill can project their dreams.

And to paraphrase W. B. Yeats, in such dreams begin some very serious, society-sized responsibilities.