At the bar in the big white tent at Fringe Central, there is a Feeling Feeling cocktail with vodka (lots of vodka), strawberry puree, sprite, and a very important lemon wedge, so I was very happy when I sat down to watch Feeling Feeling.
As we come into the theatre, we cross the stage where a blonde lady is couch dancing to Beyonce and Cher power ballads. We are definitely in a modern happy space.
The play itself is a dark romantic comedy that traces a couple (Darla and Dave) from Oregon to Los Angeles over four Olympic games. Darla feels too much, so she gets a chip implanted in the back of her neck to make her less dependent on her emotions. Dave goes into therapy to feel more or perhaps feel better. They break up, they get back together, they can’t communicate.
However, this play is not a case study of emotionalism and coupledom polemics. It has fantastic dialogue that sizzles with wit and some great characters that get under your skin.
For more of my Fringe writings and a longer Feeling Feeling review, you can go to the Los Angeles Female Playwrights Initiative website: http://lafpi.com