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But the play also has flaws, and by the second act they have accumulated sufficiently to bog down the production. By the time we learn how the car accident happened, for instance, we've already heard so many hints about it and been privy to so much anguished discussion that the revelation seems both obvious and anti-climactic. And for all the loving detail that's gone into the creation of the characters, much of what they do simply doesn't make sense. Rosa's intense religiosity causes her to discard Ceci's medication early in the play; learning of this, Misha is appalled. We expect something to come of it: Will Ceci's condition deteriorate? Will Rosa at some point be forced to re-evaluate her decision? Perhaps the lucidity of Ceci's monologues to the audience is only possible because she's no longer drugged. Perhaps it's this lucidity that leads to the tragedies that follow. We can speculate all we want; Solis doesn't enlighten us.
So you think up mystical or metaphorical explanations to make all the events cohere. You ponder the odd twinship of Lydia and Ceci, and the way Rosa comes to accept Lydia as her daughter. Is Lydia's fall from grace the result of Ceci's silent prompting? If so, is Ceci's motivation loving or malign, or is she using Lydia to fulfill a fantasy of her own? Is Misha's passionate love for Lydia a mirror image of something forbidden that he feels for his sister? You can find textual evidence for any or all of these interpretations, but somewhere, somehow, at some point — and I don't mean in a literal or reductive sense — Solis should give you some hint, and he simply doesn't. He just tosses all these charged elements together and leaves them for you to sort out. By the evening's end, you're begging for clarity.
Under the direction of Juliette Carrillo, the performances are all good. Carlo Alban is a touching Misha, Rene Millan a sexy, anguished Rene. Onahoua Rodriguez brings passion and grace to the role of Ceci. And Stephanie Beatriz's Lydia, with her cockiness and calm, her mischievous sweetness, is worth the price of admission all on her own.