I want to like Howe’s plays more than I do. The ones I’ve read are forgettable but do leave a sense of feeling like they don’t quite hit the mark.
Coastal Disturbances continues that opinion. It’s an interesting idea, taking place entirely on a single stretch of beach over a two-week period, but it’s inert. It’s mostly characters talking and interacting with no sense of urgency, no driving plot or meaning. The closest the play has to a plot is a quasi-love story between a lifeguard and artist that felt forced. I kept thinking of Talley’s Folly while reading: a two-person play about the push-and-pull of a burgeoning romance that manages to carry the entire play. Even on page, the attraction between the two characters was clear, and it’s one of those plays that stuck with me long after I read it.
Coastal Disturbances, in comparison, feels like a chore. There’s no magic, no sizzle of attraction. Instead it’s people going to a beach and going about their lives, which is fun for a summer afternoon but not necessarily for an evening at the theatre. Not recommended.