Secrets from the second season
After months of failed attempts, I was finally granted an exclusive interview with Jason Rogerson, reclusive co-producer of last summer's hit theatre show Enemies. The occasion? To discuss the much anticipated second season of the improv soap opera, airing Mondays at the Arts Guild. Blindfolded, I was chauffeured to a secret location for the interview. Once inside, I was greeted by the most impressive collection of scorpions, walking sticks, and Chinese porcelain I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. And in the centre of it all, Mr. Rogerson, sitting quietly behind his mask of peacock and dodo feathers.
Stone Arsenault: So, Mr. Rogerson, what can we expect from the second season of Enemies?
Jason Rogerson: Expect splendor. Expect spectacle. Expect everything and expect nothing.
SA: I see. And what of the new characters I've been hearing about?
JR: Who told you this?
SA: Well, I don't recall, I…
JR: You are wise not to tell me. With scenarios created by director Sean McQuaid, this season promises more of the larger than life, ridiculously eccentric characters and outrageous events that audiences have come to expect from Enemies. Newcomers include a wealthy man-eater socialite who heads the intelligence agency KINDRED, a dashing spy with a knack for giving make-overs, and a religious zealot specializing in casting out evil spirits "from away." Of course, no episode of Enemies would be complete without an appearance by our most provincially renowned plastic surgeon.
SA: So then we can expect the return of Dr. Shelley?
JR: You do not wish for him to return?
SA:No, I didn't say that.
JR: Then yes, Dr. Shelley does return.
When I ask about the struggle to bring the second season to the stage, Rogerson pauses and takes out a white, silk hankerchief. I notice it features an embroidery of handsome actor George Peppard. Frowning, he dabs his temples with it compulsively. Finally, he responds.
JR: Obviously we were all concerned. Well, Laurie Murphy, my alleged co-producer wasn't. Our numbers were good the first time out but, like life, there are no guarantees in this business. When the decision for renewal was finally approved, well… let's just say there wasn't a dry eye in the chamber.
At this point, the interview was interrupted by the thundering gong of a clock, sounding from somewhere deep within the bowels of the house. Suddenly, Mr. Rogerson jumped to his feet and began tugging violently at his hair. Mumbling something about "changing," he warned me to flee the premises, never to return, before running into the bathroom and locking the door.
With that, my interview ended. Letting myself out, I walked onto the cracked sidewalk of Weymouth Street, left to ponder over the secrets of the second season of the theatre enigma known as Enemies.