Orphans
Schoenfeld Theatre
Tuesday, April 9, 7pm
it’s hard to take Alec Baldwin seriously in a drama when he’s
delivery his lines a la Jack Donaghy
(which he plays brilliantly on 30 Rock).
Maybe he’s inhabited the Donaghy character for so long that he’s
adopted that same dry, self-important tone in real life. Who knows?
But what should be a taut, psychological thriller loses its edge with
unintentionally funny line readings from Baldwin that kill any sense of
tension.
Tom Sturridge gets the showier role of the emotionally-stunted,
seemingly simple-minded younger brother, Phillip, to Ben Foster’s
short-tempered but well-meaning older brother, Treat. Their interaction and weirdly co-dependent
relationship is intriguing and hints at so many darker themes of abuse and
abandonment. Unfortunately, once Baldwin
enters, the piece just sort of deflates.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like the play suddenly turns
into a Neil Simon comedy. But there’s an
underlying, ominous quality that sort of dissipated as the show
progressed. In fairness, I’d place a
large portion of the blame on the director for not coaxing the right style out
of Baldwin. Too bad, since we're not likely to get another revival anytime soon.
During my silent intermission brainstorming session (Trish
wasn’t with me and the friendly father and son from Calgary seated next to me
were enjoying the show too much for me to rip it to shreds in front of them) I
came up with some more interesting casting choices for Baldwin's role: Liam Neeson, Liev Schreiber, Tony Goldwyn,
Dustin Hoffman, Ed Harris, Russell Crowe, Denzel Washington, Sean Penn, Mark
Ruffalo, Stanley Tucci, Michael Shannon...to name a few. These guys all possess a dark quality and twisted sense of humor that Baldwin lacks. I guess I just don't find Baldwin "dangerous."
On a side note, I can’t imagine Shia LeBeouf coming off well
in the role of Treat, since Treat needs to have an intrinsic charm and
likeability to counteract his abrasive character. Given LeBeouf is about as charming as a
bucket of dirt, I’d say they producers were lucky he left the production.
The Trip To Bountiful
Stephen Sondheim Theatre
Friday, April 5, 8pm
Talk about star wattage – Vanessa Williams, Tom Wopat, Cuba
Gooding, Condola Rashad AND Cicely
Tyson. I imagine there was probably a
lot of ego bumping during rehearsals.
But if so, it didn’t manifest itself on stage. And anyway, I’m sure they were all bowing
down in deference to Ms. Tyson.
Even with the A-List cast, the only reason to
check out this revival is the performance of the legendary Ms. Tyson in the lead role
of Carrie Watts, an elderly woman hoping to escape a stifling city life in
Houston to return to her rural hometown.
To say she commands the stage
would be an understatement. She’s
mesmerizing even when silently rocking on a chair and looking out a
window. And is it humanly possible the
woman is 88 years old? I hope I retain
the same energy and mental capacity when I’m the same age (in 2058!).
The play itself can feel slow and a bit talky and in the wrong hands can be
a real snoozer. Luckily, director Michael Wilson has kept the dramatic pauses to a minimum and the pace brisk without feeling
rushed.
As for the supporting cast, Gooding (as Carrie’s son, Ludie) and Williams (as Ludie’s
self-centered wife, Jessie Mae) are a good match. Though Gooding was a tad on the whiny side,
he was still likeable in his Broadway debut. The role of strong-willed Jessie Mae,
on the other hand, seems tailored made for Williams and her particular brand of powerful sexiness. It certainly doesn't hurt that Williams looks dazzlingly
beautiful in the period costumes.
Speaking of costumes, one upside to non-traditionally casting the main characters as a black family is that you can get away with some more colorful choices for the period clothing given their skin tones. It's nice not to see the usual dour muddy hues usually associated with plays set in this period.
My favorite moment of this revival came during the bus station
scene. Tyson’s character is celebrating
her escape from the city with an impromptu rendition of “Blessed Assurance.” By about the third line, the audience had
spontaneously joined her, singing out full-voiced like we were at a Sunday revival. It's a moment that could only happen in the context of live theatre and reminds me why iPads and wide screen TV's will never replace the spontaneity of a live performance.
Save some time on the telecast and just hand Ms. Tyson her Tony already.
Save some time on the telecast and just hand Ms. Tyson her Tony already.
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