Dejame Contarte, Teatro Luna, at the Storefront Theater. This collection of vignettes meant to show “the diversity of Latina women’s lives” begins with the seven cast members huddled around a 2000 census form, bewildered that none of the dozen or so racial categories includes them. In rhythmic choral recitation, they read through the categories until someone shouts, “Skip the question!” Then they recite the same list until a different person insists they skip the question. After the process has been repeated a half-dozen times, the skit ends.
This opening salvo typifies Teatro Luna’s approach in their largely autobiographical show. They present in bold, obvious terms three or four times a problem that Latinas might face, then move on to the next. Whether it’s a high school girl trying to convince her guidance counselor that she’s smart enough to get into college, a young woman appalled by her boyfriend’s racist remark, or a chorus of Latinas rationalizing their unwillingness to date Latinos, the pieces tend to take a single potentially interesting idea and stretch it thin.
Although the performers are generally strong, these carelessly shaped, perfunctorily staged scenes give the two-hour evening a flat, one-thing-after-another feel. If the Teatro Luna folks want to do justice to Latinas’ lives, they need to dig much deeper.