From left: Curtis Edward Jackson and Rudy Galvan Credit: Michael Brosilow

At the elevator pitch-level, Philips Dawkins’s world-premiere romantic melan-comedy is such a harmonious coupling of playwright and subject matter that I suspect it may have been preordained by the universe. Dawkins—a young author who is fluent in the parlance of contemporary LGBTQA experiences and issues—looks back at the real-life affair between Tennessee Williams and William Inge and imagines their encounters on the eve and the aftermath of Williams’s first hit, The Glass Menagerie.

It’s a thought-provoking, meticulously sourced work of speculative fiction (Dawkins’s script references dozens of personal letters, play excerpts, interviews, and notebook entries to color the dialogue) that is as much about artists’ relationship with their own public reception as it is a drama about two thirtysomething lovers who are on the precipice of overwhelming success.

But director Cody Estle’s Raven Theatre debut navigates the latter territory far less easily than the former. In part, I suspect that’s because the emotional arc of the play is significantly shorter than its nearly two-and-a-half-hour run time, which is filled out by a dramaturgical smorgasbord of musings about sacrifice and criticism both past and present.

Those weighty and substantial musings would be better served if the deep tension The Gentleman Caller presumes between its subjects’ carnal desires and their differing levels of willingness to expose themselves to the world was better manifested. Though both Rudy Galvan (Williams) and Curtis Edward Jackson (Inge) are fine and comedically adept actors, the limited chemistry between them keeps their relationship’s emotional resonance—and its timelier implications—at a distance.   v