Intrigue With Faye

Director Anne Bogart once famously quipped that she was becoming fatigued by tedious new plays from burgeoning writers about “me, my problems, my relationship and my apartment.” If Bogart also harbored an irrational fear of digital camcorders, then Intrigue With Faye might send the director running from the theater screaming (even as the authentic performances in InFusion’s production urged her to stay).

In Robin’s labored, curiously unfunny two-character play, a young shrink discovers her live-in documentary-making boyfriend has been cheating on her; to ensure fidelity, she agrees to his suggestion that he film himself 24 hours a day. What’s more—because around-the-clock surveillance surely isn’t enough—the couple conducts on-camera interviews with (in his case) women he’s banged and (in her case) men with whom she experiences sexual tension, and then watch them together.

Even if the technical A.V. plausibility of Robin’s premise weren’t a major problem, and even if the let’s-film-everything-about-our-lives advice wouldn’t make even the vainest patient ditch his therapist, Robin has neither control of her voyeurism metaphors nor, amazingly, discernible interest in either of her characters, whom she pens as generically as imaginable. Director Golob, who brought The Last Supper to life last spring, employs two actors who approach the unvarying material with as much variety as possible; without them, Intrigue would be a tough sit indeed. Lucas Merino’s extensive video work entices as usual, but the contributions of all of these artists makes you wish they had more than some problems, a relationship and an apartment to work with.