Above, all The Stones is an extraordinary performance by two unusual actors. Tom Lycos and Stefo Nantsou are middle-aged and physically unprepossing: one is snaggle-toothed, the other too small to meet the standard stage requirements; both have the kind of face one is likely to encounter at any Minnesota bus stop. Magically, they transform this all-too-ordinary clay into two unforgettable teen-aged boys, characters at once representative and unique. There’s something silly about trying to capture these astonishing performances in words; you really do have to be there. Lycos and Nantsou embody the kids, two cops, a cat, a Jaguar, a bridge, a freeway…. There’s nothing but them, and that suffices perfectly.
The boys kill a man by behavior that is entirely consonant with who they are, with their heart-breaking immaturity, and with their reckless thrill-seeking. As is so often true in real life, the results of their behavior are out of proportion with their intent. The piece sets up the questions about responsibility, blameworthiness, consequences and appropriate punishment that make juvenile courts the most fascinating part of the criminal justice system. Best of all, the artists do not neatly resolve those questions. The truth in such cases is always a mess, and it cannot be dramatized fairly in plays that draw to a tidy close.
It is hard to make really good theatre out of this kind of material. Most of the time, the efforts are preachy and didactic or veer into melodrama that is both more histrionic and more boring than the facts. The Stones is, against all the odds, really good theatre.
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