LOOKING AT YOU, KID, Windfall Productions, at Voltaire. Mary Wilds’s one-woman one-act resembles the recent movie Addicted to Love in that a scorned wife becomes so obsessed with the idea of catching her cheating husband in the act she stakes out his chippy’s apartment, observing everything that happens from a flat across the street. And as in Addicted to Love–and Rear Window before it–much of the story turns on how the protagonist is first inspired and then changed by her spying. (She also learns many surprising things about her husband’s illicit relationship; his lover isn’t, for instance, the sweet young thing she imagined but a zaftig older woman.)
Unfortunately Looking at You, Kid is a play, and it can never–especially given Wilds’s budget–seduce the audience into participating in its voyeurism with interesting visuals. Instead we’re utterly dependent on the overused device of having the wife describe everything that happens to a friend on the phone, an awkward secondhand style of storytelling that diminishes the intensity of the play. Still, Suzie Duck works mighty hard acting out every moment of anguish, triumph, and disappointment her character goes through, and Wilds’s understanding of her protagonist is subtle enough that the hour rarely drags.