Hamilton Township

Salvage Vanguard turns Jason Grote's new play into a rare slice of performance: funny, frightening, visceral, violent, and totally unforgettable

Arts Review

Hamilton Township

Salvage Vanguard Theater, through June 28

Running time: 1 hr, 15 min

Fifteen years ago, Jason Neulander and David Bucci were hanging in Rhode Island and got the idea of starting a theatre company with a rock & roll sensibility. Bucci came up with the word "salvage," Neulander came up with the word "vanguard," and they both came up with the word "theater." About a month later, Neulander moved to Austin, with Bucci not far behind, and thus was born the company that now resides in a converted warehouse on Manor Road.

How do I know all this? Because Neulander told the story to a sold-out house as part of his curtain speech on May 30, just before the opening-night performance of Hamilton Township, SVT's world premiere production of the play by Jason Grote, and the last night Neulander would officially serve as the company's artistic director. While I don't know what Neulander is up to now, I do know that Jenny Larson now serves as SVT's interim artistic director, and I also know that if Township, which Larson directed, is any indication, then Salvage Vanguard is in the most capable of hands.

Check this out: A nerd named Jason and a prostitute named Babydoll are drinking Bartles & Jaymes wine coolers in the living room of a house belonging to some old woman, who is asleep on a couch. A storm, laced with copious amounts of thunder, lightning, looting, and fire, rages outside. Babydoll, who is a porn actress as well, will do anything Jason wants because some guy paid her to. See, it's allegedly Jason's birthday, but despite Babydoll's advances, the skull on the back of his jacket, and the somewhat satanic symbol on one knee of his jeans, Jason won't take what Babydoll offers. So they both wait for the guy to arrive who shelled out the cash to Babydoll. The guy, who remains nameless throughout, is off somewhere performing a task for Jason, and when he does eventually show, he makes a surprisingly long, incredibly dynamic, yet entirely wordless entrance, loading a mini boom box with batteries while dancing and lip-syncing to some heavy metal. He also has a present for Jason: a small cardboard container with a single Christmas bow on top. The funny-strange, not funny-ha-ha, thing about the container: Blood appears to be seeping through the cardboard.

Grote sets up his story without apparent exposition, but by the end of the evening, and despite much intentional ambiguity, we pretty much know all we want or could ever care to know about who all of these people are, how they came to be in the house, and why they are there. Larson's direction is invisible, but given how seamlessly the actors execute the staging and tell Grote's story, I have no doubt her hand carefully caressed every turn of the tale. Joey LePage as Jason and Kristen Bennett as Babydoll carry the first 15 minutes or so somewhat nervously, but once Jude Hickey's nameless guy shows up outside some sliding-glass doors looking like he stepped straight out of hell, the show settles down and moves as most SVT shows move: like it was blasted pell-mell from a powerful weapon. Longtime Austin theatre vet Lana Dieterich plays the sleeping old woman, and she never moves. At least, not until she's dead. Then she moves. But I don't want to give too much away. Suffice it to say that, besides the drinking, dancing, and loud, demonstrative sex, there will be blood. And plenty of it.

The more things change, the more they remain the same. A hellish storm may be brewing, and Jason Neulander may have moved on, but inside the walls of SVT, the artists are still producing original, youthful, rocking theatre to make Austin proud. It certainly won't be to everyone's taste, but at least for this palate, Hamilton Township is a rare and delicious slice of performance: funny, frightening, visceral, violent, and totally unforgettable.

A note to readers: Bold and uncensored, The Austin Chronicle has been Austin’s independent news source for over 40 years, expressing the community’s political and environmental concerns and supporting its active cultural scene. Now more than ever, we need your support to continue supplying Austin with independent, free press. If real news is important to you, please consider making a donation of $5, $10 or whatever you can afford, to help keep our journalism on stands.

Support the Chronicle  

More Arts Reviews
Review: Zach Theatre’s <i>Hershey Felder as George Gershwin Alone</i>
Review: Zach Theatre's Hershey Felder as George Gershwin Alone
A masterful tribute to the father of the Great American Songbook

Jay Trachtenberg, Sept. 22, 2023

Review: Zach Theatre’s The Girl Who Became Legend
Review: Zach Theatre's The Girl Who Became Legend
World premiere of epic Americana folktale delights young and old

Bob Abelman, Sept. 22, 2023

More by Barry Pineo
Arts Review
Guest by Courtesy
Etiquette takes a pratfall in this comic battle for control between cousins

Nov. 11, 2011

Arts Review
The B. Beaver Animation
The Rude Mechs' re-creation of the Mabou Mines work is necessary but strange

Nov. 4, 2011


Hamilton Township, Salvage Vanguard Theater, Jason Neulander, Jenny Larson, Jude Hickey, Lana Dieterich

One click gets you all the newsletters listed below

Breaking news, arts coverage, and daily events

Keep up with happenings around town

Kevin Curtin's bimonthly cannabis musings

Austin's queerest news and events

Eric Goodman's Austin FC column, other soccer news

Information is power. Support the free press, so we can support Austin.   Support the Chronicle