The Disappear

Playwright-director Erica Schmidt's dark comedy seems intended to update—and critique—the kind of 1930s drawing-room romp, like Noël Coward's Present Laughter or Kaufman and Hart's The Man Who Came to Dinner, in which an egocentric male artist plays ringmaster to a theatrical circus but is eventually forgiven his trespasses. Its antihero is Ben Braxton (Hamish Linklater), a self-dramatizing cinematic auteur married to a extraordinarily patient novelist, Mira (Miriam Silverman); they have a teenage daughter (Anna Mirodin), who pouts and plants trees in an effort to counteract his carbon footprint. Their arrangement is threatened by a midlife crisis that leads him to throw himself at a forward young actress named Julie (Madeline Brewer), as his leading man (Kelvin Harrison Jr.) and indulgent British producer (Dylan Baker) look on with bemusement. But the play's messages about marriage, art and other big questions are buried in a production that is nearly unbearable to watch. Although Schmidt the writer specifies, in all caps, that Ben "MUST BE CHARMING," Schmidt the director ignores that imperative; as embodied by Linklater, who usually is charming, Ben is an insufferable manchild from beginning to end, and nothing more than that. Spending even a second with him, much less The Disappear's two hours and 15 minutes, is not recommended.—Adam Feldman