Theater: Go Weist
In the second line of Anton Chekhovs The Seagull, when the schoolteacher Medvedenko asks young, pretty Masha why shes always adorned in black, the tone of her legendary replyIm in mourning for my lifeoften signals the type of production it will be. Spoken wet with self-pity, the play may lurch into comedy, only later to contrast with the stifling melancholy suffered by Chekhovs characters. Spoken dryly, The Seagull may topple into tragedy, only later to be drained of its mordant humor.
So when Marjan Neshats searching, winsome Masha offers this immortal line seriocomically in the mixed-blessing revival of The Seagull at Classic Stage Company, its a signal that all might actually end up perfectly calibrated. Perhaps we should expect as much from director Viacheslav Dolgachev, the former leading light of the Moscow Art Theatre and current artistic director of the Moscow New Drama Theatre. But whereas Dolgachev soaks the play in tones and moodlighting designer Brian MacDevitts cruel autumnal colorsthe pace lumbers along, almost to the point of exhaustion. Santo Loquastos formalist setting and Suzy Benzingers class-conscious period costumes may fill our visual senses to a fare-thee-well, but whats the use of optical bedazzlement when your pulse has slowed to a crawl?
Heres whats odd: Despite a language barrier between the Russian-speaking Dolgachev and his American actors (four rehearsal translators are listed in the program), he has nevertheless elicited some of the most intricately textured acting of The Seagull that Ive ever seen. As the aging actress and mother Arkadina, played by a corseted, wide-lipped Dianne Wiest, is a grotesquerie of monstrous ego. Whether parading about in full schoolgirl-lust mode for Alan Cummings annoyingly self-contained young novelist Trigorin or engaging in Oedipal battles with her son, John ONans forever-anguished Treplev, Wiests complex Arkadina both salutes and transcends Paul Schmidts translated text. Wiest is riveting, empathetic, adorable, infuriating, divineand also terrifying.
Wiest also raises the bar for the rest of the cast. As Arkadinas brother, the wheelchair-bound Sorin, John Christopher Jones is a very wry toast. Equally admirable is Greg Kellers Medvedenko, growing more forlorn as his love of Masha goes unrequitedfor she pines, after all, for Treplev, thus beginning the plays La Ronde-like sequence of ill-fated romances. Treplev, you see, loves Nina, the ethereal neighbor who in Act 1 performs his dreadful symbolist monodrama for an audience that includes Arkadina, Sorin and David Rasches blithely amused Dr. Dorn. As Ninawho falls in love with acting and TrigorinKelli Garner is not yet fully formed, a still-growing flower more than a flower in bloom. Yet its just as well, for Ninas actions in the play, most of which take place offstage, are those of a woman with an incomplete identity.
And remember, hell hath no fury like a middle-aged actress threatened by a younger womans love of her youth-affirming boy-toy. This is why Wiest, infuriated by Ninas love of Trigorin, plays the jealousy card so expertly. Yet why doesnt Cummingof all actorsknow how to play a smoldering poet?
It isnt just Treplevs hatred of Trigorin, or his desire to be a truly great artist, that cleaves him from his mother. ONans Treplev also pines for a mother who can mother, not just act. Wiests work acknowledges Treplevs needand in their famous Act 3 confrontation scene, struggles mightily to fulfill that need. That Arkadina cant do so is whats triumphant about this revivaland why Im not in mourning for it. But I am wearing black.
Through April 13. Classic Stage Company, 136 E. 13th St. (betw. 3rd & 4th Aves.), 212-352-3101; $70-$75.