"Game Time," the first full-length play by local playwright Rick Foucheux, would be more understandable, although no better, if we were living in the 1950s, not 1986. Except for occasional references to Jazzercise and Clyde's, everything about this effort, set in Washington, suggests the Broadway sex comedy as it was practiced during the Eisenhower years. It is utterly inoffensive, but it is also utterly unamusing. To watch it is to enter a time warp.
Staged by the So Far Theatre Company at the Dumbarton Methodist Church in Georgetown, "Game Time" concerns an aspiring writer named Abigail, who is in love with Alan, a professional football player. Before she marries him, though, she wants to make sure he's a "type C" male, which is to say "true blue." To that end, she persuades her best friend, Veronica, a married lawyer, to put the make on him. If Alan rejects Veronica's advances, then Abigail will know he's the man for her.
There is one surprise development in what Veronica dubs "operation jockstrap," but since it is the only one, to reveal it would destroy any possible reason you might have -- other than close family ties with one of the cast members -- for remaining seated through Act 2. The dialogue pretends to be breezy when it is mostly windy. The characterizations are as conventional as they are predictable. A nightie from Frederick's of Hollywood actually serves as a running gag.
I seriously doubt this is the way young urban professionals behave these days, but if it is, the conservative revolution has been more far-reaching than we ever imagined, and virginity is once again safe on our streets. Even the football player, whose physical prowess and good looks have assured him groupies galore, confesses, "I don't want fans. I want someone who will love me between seasons, too."
Under the direction of Nancy Donoval, the So Far cast -- Victoria Geis, Jeffrey Moser, Michele Palermo and David Macdonald -- carry on as if it were all very sophisticated and witty. Given the circumstances, their collective confidence is as amazing as it is ill-founded. If "Game Time" can bill itself as "a romantic comedy for the '80s," as it does, the Studebaker can claim to be the car of tomorrow.
Game Time, by Rick Foucheux. Directed by Nancy Donoval. Set, Joseph B. Musumeci Jr.; lighting, Marianne Meadows. With Victoria Geis, Michele Palermo, Jeffrey Moser, David Macdonald. At Dumbarton Methodist Church through May 24.