Sailing From the Moon, Smoke & Mirrors Productions, at the Viaduct Theater. There’s not much new in Nick Jones’s new play about twentysomethings struggling to get laid–and find meaning in doing so. George reads philosophy, maintains his virginity, and fantasizes about female purity. Then he falls for tough girl Jamie, who wears a T-shirt announcing “Fuck” and is in love with smarmy, pretentious, unfaithful Charles. Their various pairings and unpairings play out in George’s stereotypically messy apartment or in the neighborhood coffeehouse, imparting a Friends-like quality to the evening. There’s much pointless swearing and even a hooker (well, phone-sex operator) with a heart of gold. But romantics rejoice: the happy ending is rather touching, if utterly predictable. And Jones might have something if he develops his unexpressed theme: that every male behavior style is an expression of impotence.
