Admirably, Donald Margulies Gabe (Matthew Arkin) and To his considerable credit, Not everything is so quietly Still, the production directed Variety Arts Theater, Trudy Blue by Trudy Blue (Sarah Knowlton) Performed on a red-walled Draper’s acute and MCC Theater, 120 Kiss Me, Kate Michael Blakemore’s Martin Beck Theater,
sees himself as part of this need. He has honesty and a Woody Allenish gift
for observing the sad subtleties of language, humor, boredom and self-deception
among today’s sated middle class. He’ll get where he’s going
someday, I suspect. In the meantime, Dinner with Friends, which deals
with two 10-years-plus marriages of couples in their 40s, one of which is breaking
up, is a rueful and picturesque waystation.
Karen (Lisa Emery), food experts just back at their comfortable Connecticut
home after a trip to Italy, learn during a rare pause in their breathless reports
about amazing eggplants, red peppers and zucchini that their good friend Tom
(Kevin Kilner) has left their good friend Beth (Julie White) for another woman.
It sounds, first and last, like a fairly ordinary midlife crisis (Beth: "He
says I gave him 75 percent, she gives him 120"), but the news nevertheless
shocks Gabe and Karen, igniting anxiety and doubts about their own marriage.
The rest of the play (with the exception of one flashback to 12 years earlier)
deals with the resulting rifts in the cross-couple friendships and difficult
talk both between the friends and within the surviving marriage about why anyone
ought to stay together.
Margulies spins out the story in unpredictable ways. Beth, for instance, a frustrated
artist presented as the injured party in most of the present-day scenes, is
shown in the flashback with streaks of petulance and judgmental nastiness that
no doubt contributed to her divorce. Also, the younger Tom, a lawyer, is shown
flirting with Karen, then Gabe’s newlywed bride, which helps explain her
immoderate anger at him years later when he leaves Beth. Most interesting of
all, both couples habitually interrupt seemingly earnest and passionate exchanges
with banal remarks about food and wine ("Oh, God, Gabe, we introduced them."
"God, you’re right." "What do you think of the Shiraz?"
"Astringent"), which has the effect of underscoring that marriage
and divorce really are different in this age of blithe self-satisfaction. At
least for ordinary and unheroic people like these, fine food really does cushion
emotional blows, and elegant wine, placemats and kitchen ceramics really can
compensate for lost (or never-sought-for) human connections.
chilling and well-observed. A nasty post-breakup fight between Tom and Beth,
for instance, in which he calls her a "dilettante" (for the first
time?) and then they have sex, is seriously contrived. A spat between Karen
and Beth built on lines like, "I think you love it when I’m a mess,"
is painfully trite, despite Emery’s superb performance in the scene. And
more basically, the stress of children–crucial to both couples’ problems,
and to all marriages at this stage of life–is mostly evaded (brought actively
into the play only in the first scene). In the end, Margulies doesn’t push
his inquiry far enough. The last scene in particular, a wrap-up bedtime conversation
between Gabe and Karen perfectly situated to offer some broader perspective,
is a big letdown, resting primarily on a single modest question (is it "inevitable"
that "practical matters begin to outweigh…abandon" in couples?)
that’s already been thoroughly worked over.
by Daniel Sullivan is smooth and subtle, and the acting is first-rate all around,
particularly the women. Emery’s perfunctory hugs and strained smiles as
Karen, White’s wonderfully precise inauthenticity as happy-sad Beth, both
couples’ eloquent silences and shared looks: all this and more left me
reflecting back on the play days after seeing it.
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Norman’s Trudy Blue, by contrast, which also deals with a strained
marriage, was gone from my mind within 15 minutes. This is because Norman doesn’t
write with the same spirit of open-minded discovery as Margulies. Her plays–the
Pulitzer-winning Night Mother emphatically included–are like the
dramatic counterparts of straw-man arguments: they set up utterly contrived
emotional predicaments in order to prove how sensitive Norman is to their "deep"
social and psychological causes and artificially pitched climaxes, then stand
there with their arms folded, as if to say, "I dare you to find fault with
such profound feelings as these." Whereas Margulies’ characters joke
about talking "like bad greeting cards" (Beth’s words), trying
and sometimes failing to move beyond that, Norman’s are cliches to the
core, without possessing a scrap of self-awareness about it.
is the fictional character and alter ego of a New York writer named Ginger (Polly
Draper), who hasn’t been feeling well and is told by a doctor (Aasif Mandvi),
dressed as a clown to begin with, that she merely has pneumonia, curable with
a three-week course of antibiotics. This turns out to be wrong, naturally (like
everything that clowns say?); she really has advanced lung cancer and about
two months to live. Upon learning this, she first seeks solace and advice from
Trudy and the other imaginary people she spends most of her time with, including
her dead mother and an acquaintance named James with whom she fantasizes having
an affair (played by the same actor who plays her husband Don, John Dossett).
In the end, though, she finds the courage to separate from the figments (to
Trudy: "You were the problem between Don and me!") and determines
to spend her remaining time truly connected with her husband and teenage daughter
Beth (Julia McIlvaine).
stage with various arrangements of black-and-white sliding screens on a circular
ceiling track (design by Mark Wendland), this play is, by turns, tedious, obvious,
cheaply moving and unflatteringly reminiscent of Wit (which premiered
in the same theater and also dealt with terminal illness and easily moveable
hospital-like screens). Trudy, prettier, better dressed and more confident than
Ginger, makes Ginger feel she is her only true friend, and in repeated snatches
of conversation in which she tries to tell Don about her diagnosis, he is portrayed
as a shallow, angry prick. In the end, this insensitive husband, too, is revealed
to be imaginary (Ginger at the climax: "I’m afraid of my family and
afraid of my friends…and you, Trudy Blue, are nothing but my fear of these
people that I love"), but by then anyone paying real attention has stopped
caring in anything but superficial ways.
potent performance as Ginger notwithstanding, the play ultimately has nothing
of substance to say about marriage, romance or the depredations of disease,
because it’s so preoccupied with the shallow psychological truths revealed
by its rather ordinary split reality. Several characters actually bother to
explain that they exist only in Ginger’s mind, as if clumsily inviting
the completely obtuse in the audience to share in the work’s sentimentality
could somehow make it seem more honest or forthright. Trudy Blue is precisely
the sort of half-conscious tearjerker Margaret Edson was trying to avoid when
writing Wit, and next to it even a self-acknowledged terminal-illness
weeper like Marvin’s Room seems weighty and substantial.
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by Cole Porter and
Sam and Bella Spewack
brings me back to the subject of Kiss Me, Kate, a show that, by all rights
(considering its fluffy basic modern ingredients), ought to float off into insubstantiality
but instead sticks in the ear and the heart like a beloved tale unheard since
childhood. This is because Cole Porter and the Spewacks, in responding to the
new dominance of Rodgers and Hammerstein in the late 1940s, decided to ride
piggyback on the most substantial book writer they could think of, Will Shakespeare.
Attaching the problematic plot of Taming of the Shrew to modern backstage
shenanigans with the glue of Porter’s rich, fun and unforgettable songs,
they found themselves with (among other inspired conceptions) a surprisingly
incisive and dynamic portrait of a former marriage.
delightful revival makes it seem incomprehensible that nearly half a century
elapsed before this show came back to Broadway. There are a few questionable
changes to the original book, but they are minor matters. The main point is
that there’s more sheer energy on the Martin Beck stage than in any current
Broadway musical except Kat and the Kings (which just announced a closing
date of Jan. 2). Kiss Me, Kate’s leads, Brian Stokes Mitchell and
Marin Mazzie, have so much fun with their roles that one waits eagerly for them
to return whenever they exit, even though both play characters who are imperious
pains in the ass. Those young enough to have been brought up mainly on soggy
Sondheim and flimsy Andrew Lloyd Webber will find this show a hearty revelation
after long years of malnourishment: a musical that hasn’t been overexposed,
in which you really don’t secretly stiffen or yawn when the songs arrive
but rather wish there were more. Now, that’s what I call timeless gratification.
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Admirably, Donald Margulies
Gabe (Matthew Arkin) and
To his considerable credit,
Not everything is so quietly
Still, the production directed
Variety Arts Theater,
Trudy Blue by
Trudy Blue (Sarah Knowlton)
Performed on a red-walled
Draper’s acute and
MCC Theater, 120
Kiss Me, Kate
Martin Beck Theater,