For the past few months, I’d been trying on and off to remember a small indie movie I’d seen at least 8 years ago. I didn’t remember the cast, or the title, or the director, or much of anything, really. I did remember, however, the ending. At least, I remembered its emotional tone; bittersweet, sad, but neither bleak nor without any hope. Whatever else I had forgotten about it, that feeling stuck with me all these years. So it was quite the coincidence when, after seeing What Happened Was… and being afflicted with a case of déjà vu, some online digging revealed that the movie I’d been thinking of was, in fact, the play’s cinematic counterpart.
You wouldn’t know it from the exterior – anonymous red double-doors that open to a candlelit stairwell – but the Stephanie Feury Studio Theatre is a wonderful, intimate venue that offers the perfect space for What Happened Was…though space may not be the right word; pocket universe, perhaps, consisting of all the accoutrements of a humble living room where two desperately lonely people with a volatile chemistry spend an evening together only to find their hopes and expectations colliding.