DALLAS  MORNING  NEWS

March 21, 2005

Diane Worman and Scott Latham play siblings in Theatre Three's charming comedy Medicine, Man.
                                                                                                   (Irwin Thompson, staff photographer)
Medicine, Man a dose of fun
 By LAWSON TAITTE

 You don't have to believe in reincarnation to enjoy Medicine, Man.  But you might not
 make much of its pretensions to spiritual insight otherwise.

 Theatre Three opened the area premiere of Jeffrey Stanley's 2003 comedy on
 Monday. It offers lots of laughs and some astute observations on class and regional
 differences in the United States. The story, though, relies on a back plot a century
 old -- all the characters were connected in their previous lives. Whatever your
 metaphysical beliefs, you might prefer the playwright to solve his plot on its own
 terms -- or perhaps to hear more about all those folks in the background story.

 At the play's start, Calvin Barker, a Virginia NASCAR fan (played by Scott Latham), has
 had to cancel his plans to watch a race with his buddies; he found his mother
 unconscious when he went to her house to do some chores. In the absence of her
 regular physician, she's under the care of the ambitious Dr. Sue Morrison (Kerry Cole).
 The doctor assumes that Calvin must be drunk when he reports having seen a
 mysterious Indian man, who was standing by his mother's body, walk through a solid
 door. Soon, however, the Indian (R Bruce Elliott) begins talking to her, too.

 For the ICU waiting room, Calvin calls his more sophisticated twin sister (Diane
 Worman), his none-too-attentive girlfriend (Leslie Patrick) and his mother's pastor
 (Dan Nolen, Jr.). Eventually, all of them end up at the hospital. But none of them gives
 Calvin the help he was looking for -- until that mysterious medicine man has a
 conversation with each in turn.

 Director Terry Dobson's production goes several different ways at once -- but then
 so does the script. Each actor gives an incisive performance, but not all in the same
 style. The accomplished Mr. Latham gives us an appropriately charismatic blue-collar
 ne'er-do-well, but he tends to punch out his jokes and mug broadly. Mr. Elliott manages
 the shifts back and forth from almost religious solemnity to inspired silliness with
 rather more aplomb.

 A deliberately improbable romantic tension arises between Calvin and the doctor, but
 Mr. Latham and Ms. Cole never quite convince us that there's a chemistry between
 them. Ms. Patrick and Ms. Worman are vivid in a good way, but Mr. Nolen goes way over
 the top in his first scene -- why does the role of a clergyman seem to give actors a
 license to overact? Thereafter, though, he's more credible.

 For all one's misgivings about script and production, Medicine, Man has a lot of charm.
 Mr. Stanley has both a good eye for what's going on in American life and a good ear for
 the way people talk. It's worth a look.

 Medicine, Man, presented by Theatre Three in the Quadrangle, 2800 Routh St.,
 Thursdays through Sundays through April 23. Runs 145 min. Tickets $10 to $35. Call
 214-871-3300 or go to www.theatre3dallas.com.

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