‘Donald Cried” expands upon the Thomas Wolfe claim that you can’t go home again, adding: You probably don’t want to, and maybe it’s best for all concerned if you don’t.
Certainly, the latter sentiments apply to Peter Letang (Jesse Wakeman), a Manhattan banker who returns to his Rhode Island hometown, 20 years removed, to settle the estate of his grandmother — apparently the woman who raised him.
He plans to be in and out in a day, but loses his wallet and finds himself stranded, a Crusoe on the desert island of the misbegotten teen past he wants to desperately forget. And here comes his man Friday, in the person of Donald (Kris Avedisian), his former best friend, 20 years older but apparently the same person — same mullet, aviator frames, with a taste for pornography and metal music.
“Donald Cried” is a three-character piece. There is Peter, there is Donald, and there is Warwick, R.I., deep in snow, frozen, much as Donald iced over sometime in 1997. He still works in the same bowling alley (and Warwick still has one), which becomes part of the forced march of nostalgia to which he subjects Peter. This includes a hapless reunion with a mutual purported friend, and a stop by “the spot” — I guess there’s one in every town. Rope swing, stream with junk in it, abandoned industrial building.