If angst is your thing, This Our Now is heaven sent just for you. Modern love millennial style explored through failed connections, defense mechanisms, naive ideals and who the hell knows where all that insecurity comes from…and then we all grow up…sort of.
In a world where nothing is certain, don’t expect it to get any better here. This one-hour, over-written histrionic melodrama has its moments. Although waiting for them, is occasionally exhausting.
If you stay with this piece there is definitely not a lack of story. And it’s a rather common thread. Boy meets girl/girl meets boy/falls in love but not exactly/someone gets scared/can’t cope/gets possessive/fucks up/runs away/feels the loss/has a happy ending…almost.
It’s been said over and over again, that the millennial generation is supremely elusive in figuring out. This Our Now, to writer Olivia Cordell’s credit, completely encapsulates all the eye-crossing entanglements of a world that the rest of us Gen Xers, Gen Ys and Baby Boomers, find intrinsically perplexing. You’re right. We seriously don’t get you – even when we get you. We just don’t understand why with you guys it’s always so hard.
The cast is a bit green, as is the direction. (This is director Aubrey Rinehart’s directorial debut.) But it’s also exactly where it should be for this production. Everything about it, from the first moment-on-stage jitters, to the racing dialog, awkward transitions and complicated themes, in an, as-plain-as-the-nose-on-your-face kind of way, speaks volumes of truth. And that is where it succeeds best.