Don Juan and his side kick. That’s all I
could think of at first when I saw Mr. Player and his poor lab rat strutting
around Mexico sweeping girls of their feet. It was absurd, yet hysterically
funny the way that Don Juan’s “friend” was constantly used as a shield against
the raging women, and as mediator to avoid the punches and slaps that clearly
Don Juan deserved. It reminded me of Candide and Cacambo: his temporary servant
during his voyage to America. Cacambo was once again a facilitator between
Candide and Lady Cunégonde.
Even if we head towards Spanish Literature we find the one and only Don Quijote
and his partner Sancho Panza. This illiterate sidekick can only provide few
things to his delusional master, but remains a faithful companion throughout
the story. By the end of the play I guess you could say Don Juan had a pretty
devoted companion as well, he could be the most comfortable chair any one has
ever sat on, he could shape shift into a surf board, and he could withstand the
pinches, shoves, and screams of obsessive women.
The play was set out brilliantly from the lights to the actors and the impeccable
props. And let’s not forget the key part: it was HYSTERICAL. From the Mexican accents
to the mocking remarks, we have to face the fact that it is all too familiar in
our culture, “ay whisky para la foto, whisky que se me va a acabar el rollo.”
The key factor that made the setting and the ambience look real was the
secondary characters that always had a role in the background. Weather it was
on the beach or in then wresting stadium, every corner of the stage was purposely
made to match the Mexican culture. In the middle of the lifeguard scene (my
favorite by far), the actors that were supposed to be enjoying the beach could
have been frozen in time as the main scene carried on, but instead they had
their own dialogue and skit that made it even more entreating for the audience.
Also the way they used the space on the stage was perfect. They were fighting with
wooden sticks in the theater chairs and running over Mr. Viscradi for God’s
sake!