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Shipley and Amy Blackman photos Maria Baaniova
The Daughter-in-Law
By Marc Miller
The Mint
Theater Company, known for decades as a distinguished producer of revivals of early
20th century plays that have escaped wide notice, is happily back,
this time with a revival of a revival. D.H. Lawrence’s 1913 drama The
Daughter-in-Law, a major hit for the Mint back in 2003, is getting another
airing, at the Mint’s cozy home in the basement at City Center. It’s wonderful
to have the company, an indispensable resource that gives us worthy works no
other company would touch, back on the boards. With The Daughter-in-Law,
though, there’s a hefty dose of “why this?”
It's missing
some things. Like subtitles. Consider the first line of the script: “Well, I
s’d ha thought thy belly ’ud a’browt thee whoam afore this.” Roughly, “Well, I
should have thought your belly would have brought you home before this.” We’re
in a North England coal mining community, you see, conveyed partly by Lindsay
Jones’s sound effects of spades and shovels attacking the earth, which I at
first thought were sounds of somebody taking out the garbage. The accents
peddled are thicker than the porridges and puddings that Mrs. Gascoyne is
preparing, and for the first scene, between Mrs. Gascoyne and her son Joe
(Charan Bowling), I could understand maybe 30% of the dialogue. The ear does
adjust, and by the time we visit Minnie and her husband, Mrs. Gascoyne’s other
son Luther (Tom Coiner), the ratio had shot up to 70%.
Tom
Coiner and Charan Bowing
But really,
someone might encourage director Martin Platt and company to dial back a little
on the local dialect. The text is already heavy with regionalisms and thous and
dosts and such, and Platt and company are doing us no favors by providing
authentic dialects that are also indecipherable.
We’re able to
divine this much: A neighbor, Mrs. Purdy (Polly McKie), visits, with the news
that Luther, though married to Minnie, has impregnated her daughter. She
demands 40 pounds compensation for this, a sizable sum in this community.
Meantime, a strike is brewing, and Joe, having broken his arm, isn’t receiving
any disability pay. Those are the dramatis personae, save for a cabman (Seth
Andrew Bridges) who enters, utters two short lines, and disappears. And that’s
pretty much the throughline, allowing for various permutations of domestic
conflict, along with Lawrentian observations on female power, and the
strictures that prevent it from being fully asserted.
These
observations are interesting, some of them. There’s a thick forest of dialect
to navigate through, helpfully explained in the program—a “clat-fart” is a
gossip, to “morm” is to wander about, etc.—but if you can hack through it,
you’ll find Lawrence making trenchant commentary on women and the sorry men
they have to put up with. Mrs. Gascoyne, something of a smother-mother, doesn’t
want her bachelor son to wed, observing, “Marriage is like a mousetrap, for
either man or woman—you’ve soon come to the end of the cheese.” Minnie, having
inherited a fair sum, is aware of the power her financial clout gives her in
her marriage. She knows she’s not Luther’s only focus—“You only want your
mother to rock you to sleep,” she sourly observes—and she knows he’s been
straying.
It is, from
all we can gather, a terrible marriage, and Luther, whom Coiner invests with a
booming voice and a surly manner, seems variously abusive, unrepentant,
alcoholic, and unthinking.
Tom
Coiner and Amy Blackman
So it comes
as a surprise when Lawrence, spoiler alert but not really, gives us a happy
ending: Luther and Minnie, he implies, really love each other and will work out
their differences, despite all evidence to the contrary, and there’s a lot of
that. Was he merely bowing to theatrical conventions of the day, which
generally insisted on sending audiences out smiling, unless you were Ibsen or
Chekhov? Who knows, but I didn’t believe it. And I wondered about Joe, for whom
Lawrence provides no ending at all. We know he’s involved in the strikers’
unrest, we don’t know whether he’ll be wounded or killed or come home in one
piece. He’s one of the more levelheaded characters, though also argumentative
and given to violent outbursts, and Bowling invests him with a fair amount of
humanity. But Lawrence, having provided a tidy if hard-to-swallow resolution to
one plotline, decides to leave the other flapping in the wind.
It’s that
kind of a play. Characters who bicker and yell in one scene are just fine with
each other in the next, having come to some understanding we haven’t witnessed.
Mrs. Gascoyne is distinctly unfond of her daughter-in-law, finding her
pretentious, and hating her for taking a son from her. And Minnie has Mrs.
Gascoyne’s number, snarling, “You didn’t care what women your sons went with,
so long as they didn’t love them."
But by the
next scene, the two are mutually apologetic and simpatico. Minnie, meantime,
has spent her entire inheritance, as nearly as I can tell, to balance the power
structure between her and her husband. The motivations, in short, don’t always
add up.
The set, by
Bill Clarke, is confusing. At first we just see Mrs. Gascoyne’s modest kitchen,
which then becomes Minnie’s kitchen, with a living room added on (there are
some slow set changes), which then becomes Mrs. Gascoyne’s living room. Holly
Poe Durbin’s costumes get the job done, and in a cast of actors who seem to be
struggling to make sense of their characters, Shipley, long valued on New York
and other stages, allows us to understand Mrs. Gascoyne. When we can understand
what she’s saying, that is.
AMY
BLACKMAN (as Minnie), SANDRA SHIPLEY (OM COINER (as Luther) in a scene
A lengthy
program note tells us about Lawrence, his unfortunate and badly timed
theatrical career, and the Freudian influence that manifests itself in some of
his plays, this one very much included. It helps to illuminate the hardscrabble
existence depicted, and we must salute the Mint for continuing to provide us
with worthy theatrical works that otherwise might go forgotten. I can almost
guarantee, though, its next production will be worthier than The
Daughter-in-Law.
The Daughter-in-Law
Off-Broadway play
Playing at New York City Center Stage II,
131 W. 55th St.
minttheater.org/production-the-daughter-in-law-2022
Playing through March 20, 2022
Running time: 2 hours 20 minutes