Crime doesn't play: Two new shows examine criminal justice

The Jury and Killer Joe show murder through different lenses

One thing about the criminal-justice system: It will never have to shutter its doors for lack of business. Humanity is a bottemless fount of transgressions, felonious behavior, and garden-variety fuck-ups that guarantee prosecutors, judges, and defenders will never find themselves twiddling their thumbs in boredom.

Off-Leash Area's Jennifer Ilse served on a jury in a murder trial last year, and the experience was sufficiently vivid that it led to The Jury, an original work that delves into the courtroom process with an eye to detail and an aching heart, with a visual poetry that sidesteps cliché and restlessly seeks the invisible intersection between guilt, culpability, and the circumstances of a life that make an evening's wrenching mistake resemble something akin to the inevitable.

The Prosecutor (Elena Giannetti) leads off the action, and interjects, throughout, the details of the event for which The Accused (Ilse) stands trial: a New Year's Eve party, one lover too many, some drugs, a gun, and, eventually, a man bleeding to death after being shot at close range. Giannetti is crisp and all-facts, focusing on prosecutorial ineluctability while Ilse squirms and scowls in her chair.

You have the right to an attorney: Karla Grotting, Jennifer Ilse, Elena Giannetti (from left) in The Jury
Ashley Thimm
You have the right to an attorney: Karla Grotting, Jennifer Ilse, Elena Giannetti (from left) in The Jury
Gunning for trouble: Katie Willer and Zach Curtis in Killer Joe
Charlie Gorrill
Gunning for trouble: Katie Willer and Zach Curtis in Killer Joe

Details

THE JURY
Off-Leash Area at Our Garage
through October 12
612.724.7372

KILLER JOE
Theatre Pro Rata at Gremlin Theatre
through October 19
612.874.9321

The facts of the case, in other words, aren't up for debate. The question is whether The Accused should pay for her sideways role in that fatal evening (on Paul Herwig's set, Giannetti plunges through planter boxes for notebooks of evidence, literally digging through the dirt in search of the truth). No doubt it was the wrong place, and the wrong time, but for The Accused such wrongness seems to be the main fabric from which her life is stitched.

And here is where The Jury flashes its delicate, shining strength. Ilse choreographs a series of two-woman movement sequences performed with Karla Grotting that draw The Accused firmly into the realm of our sympathy (albeit darkly). Grotting portrays a series of women called Her Desire, Her Teacher, and Her Mother, and these dance interludes on Off-Leash's hyper-compact stage bristle with painful insight. First Ilse visibly aches with pained desire, then descends into nihilistic-brat mode, tearing pages from a book at school. Finally she plays out an emotional sequence as the daughter of a junkie mother, a push-pull of want, repulsion, cruelty, and emptiness that probably lays out The Accused's case more effectively than reams of dialogue.

In its hour-long course onstage, The Jury has moments of startling empathy and cold, stark insight. By the time it's over, we're perplexed as to how we might judge The Accused, though Giannetti's Prosecutor sums things up from her end: "Innocence or guilt—that's all we do." If only we could all share her freedom from doubt.

TRACY LETTS'S FRISKY Killer Joe doesn't require any delicate weighing of moral ambiguity. Instead, it revels in just about every deadly sin, proving massively entertaining while simultaneously leaving one feeling (somehow) pleasingly grubby deep down inside (while not necessarily proud of it).

The action concerns the hapless Ansel (Sam Landman, looking as though he's interrupted a particularly vicious bender to take the stage) and his no-good shithead son Chris (Clarence Wethern). Chris bursts into Ansel's trailer in the middle of the night, waking Ansel's wife, Sharla (Katherine Kupiecki), and not-quite-right daughter Dottie (Katie Willer) in order to set in motion a plot that involves money owed to drug dealers, a hired hit, and, eventually, a sex act involving a Kentucky Fried Chicken drumstick (yes, the Colonel looks on, smiling, from his red and white bucket).

The linchpin is full-time cop and part-time killer Joe (Zach Curtis), a chilling smoothie who insinuates himself into the family in particularly vile fashion. Carin Bratlie directs the proceedings with an ear for the humor in Letts's script, while never relinquishing a truly squirm-inducing reality that goes from dismal to sordid to all wrong, and, eventually, to blood-soaked.

Fittingly, with the hot rails to hell well and duly traveled, Letts uncorks a final, devastating exchange between Joe and Dottie that suggests the story might be just beginning. After the breezy degradation of what came before, it might well be the scariest moment of the night. 

 
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