In the opening sequence of THE HOUSE OF RAMON IGLESIA a mother lights the incense for the small, crowded, ever-present house altar. The audience has been warned about its use. The smell is strong and pungent. But the wafts rising from the well-used smoker soon dissipate. This is much the way I felt about the production. So many solid things about the enjoyable and well conceptualised show but little to take home.
This is a family drama. Ramon has brought his clan from Puerto Rico for the good life in America, landing in Long Island in the 1960s. It is now 1980. He has a disaffected wife who refuses to learn English and a janitorial job in a school which doesn’t help his alcoholism or his diabetes. He has three sons. They are different, yet all three have more aspiration and self-belief than he has. Continue reading The House of Ramon Iglesia @ The Old Fitz