American Air

Eleven characters collide in this highly acclaimed airborne one-man show about moving on in a world obsessed, literally, with moving on. "Maps are killing us!" A Brooklyn momma's boy, an anorexic dancer named Collette, a clever, vituperative rich guy and a French stewardess push the limits of their psyches among some wanna-be's, shoulda-beens and a killer who works in a fast food restaurant.

All these beasts try to pull their lives together as they face the flaws in their scary personalities. Of course what they want and what they get have as little to do with each other as jet fuel and breakfast cereal. When Collette's mother sings about her fantasy of the afterlife, "All those bran flakes, where did it get me!" one gets the sense that life is futile indeed, but always funny and worth thinking about.

American Air has been performed at Soho Repertory Theatre and Ensemble Studio theatre in New York and at Two Roads Theatre, Theatre/Theater, Powerhouse Theatre and HBO Workspace in Los Angeles.

"With his self-knowing, slightly peevish attitude, Cummings is the theatrical equivalent of folk singer Loudon Wainwright III, whose wit turns on a kind of self-pitying nihilism emanating from the ennui of Westchester County privilege. Air travel clearly unifies the evening's kaleidoscope of scenes. As a writer, Cummings has the temperment of a curmudgeonly professor who, before beginning his lecture, bolts the door to bar latecomers. But being locked inside Cummings' classroom, leaning forward so as not to miss some linkage, is a privilege and a revelation. He writes about people on the edge, and his inverted storytelling style lures his audience to the same precarious position. Cummings' vision comes from the fraying embroidery of relationships. American Air fills the theater with lyrical, disjointed phrases and dissonant voices. The resultant discord is the stuff of poetry." - LA WEEKLY