A Cynical, Depressing and Boring Regurgitation of First Sexual Experiences in 'My First Time' at the Beck Center

click to enlarge A Cynical, Depressing and Boring Regurgitation of First Sexual Experiences in 'My First Time' at the Beck Center
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To call My First Time a half-hearted attempt at theater is to insult all the half-hearted theatrical ventures that actually have a good (if partial) heart at the core.

My First Time is actually a cynical, slapdash attempt to profit off of people’s understandable interest in sex. And it appears to be working, at some level, for creator Ken Davenport’s checkbook.

Warning: You won’t get a boner, theatrical or otherwise, from watching this fragmented, fractured exercise in terminal tedium.

Why? Well, there’s a reason you don’t collect random thoughts from people on the Internet, glom them together, and call them a play.

My First Time is 80 minutes long, which is easily 72 minutes longer than it should be.

It’s about the first sexual experiences of people.

There’s nothing new, and nothing even vaguely interesting, here.

It’s all expressed by four actors playing way too many “characters.” They spout the words from a website where all these comments were collected starting in 1998.

In isolated thoughts.

Repeatedly and often in single words.


The experience manages to be banal, weirdly clinical and depressing at the same time.

Everyone who has had a first sexual experience is represented—even for a nanosecond—including heterosexuals, gays, the disabled, those who were sexually abused, and 42-year-old virgins.

Well, not everyone. There are no S&Mers, no furries.

Sound sexy?

It’s not. It’s about as sexy as watching four people masturbate, separately, for 80 minutes and then never climax.

How is the acting? Lost in a welter of coy glances, cooing and sly looks. (Did I mention they’re talking about sex? Tee-hee.) One hopes these four people—Heidi Harris, Miguel Osbourne, Chris Richards, Victoria Zajac—are being well paid.

How is the direction? Aimless, by Scott Spence. Four actors, four stools, lots of words on a screen above. Not his fault: What can you do with a script from hell? His fault: He picked the script.

Audience participation? Sure, if you fill out a card. Some of those are read during the show. Don’t get your hopes up.

Is there one moment of real human connection in the entire show? Ummm…let me think…uhhh…no.

If you remember your “first time” as a sticky, embarrassing and unsatisfying mess, this play comes close to recreating that feeling.

Without, you know, the good part.

My First Time
Through April 29 at the Beck Center, 17801 Detroit Ave., Lakewood, 216-521-2540, beckcenter.org.
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Christine Howey

Christine Howey has been reviewing theater since 1997, first at Cleveland Free Times and then for other publications including City Pages in Minneapolis, MN and The Plain Dealer. Her blog, Rave and Pan, also features her play reviews. Christine is a former stage actor and director, primarily at Dobama Theatre...
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