by Bruce Chadwick
The Blue Flower Second Stage Theater 305 W. 43rd Street New York, N.Y. The Blue Flower, a haunting play by Jim and Ruth Bauer, is hard to categorize. It is bizarre, different, eclectic, avant garde and unusual, all in the same breath. It is a story in which extremely well done black and white movies and slide shows add a backdrop to the plot of the tale of four young Germans whose lives are ruined by World Wars I and II. The musical, which opened last night at the Second Stage Theater in New York, has a lot of problems. The plot veers off at strange angles. The audience is jolted left and right, up and down by odd events on stage. One character often speaks in a foreign language which is translated into a foreign language. There are dreamlike dance acts in a warehouse, crazy art collages, ghosts, sex parties, cocaine snorting and, for two hours, endless repression.And yet, despite all of this, there is an indefinable magnetism to the play, something strong and seductive in it that draws you into the story and the destruction of the main characters on stage over a long period of time. It is a bumpy night, but an interesting one.