(l-r) Kristine Nielsen, Rachel Nicks, Robert Sella, Nicholas
Podany, and Jenn Harris. Photo by T. Charles Erickson
Turning
Off The Morning News
By David
Schultz
Hard
to believe it’s been six years since Christopher Durang hit paydirt with his Tony Award Winning play Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike.
McCarter Theater’s World Premiere of his most popular work to date hit a nerve
and was heartily embraced by critics and audiences alike. Mr. Durang’s previous play, Miss
Witherspoon also commissioned by The McCarter Theater also transferred to a
New York Theater, and was shortlisted for a Pulitzer Prize. Artistic Director
Emily Mann knows Mr. Durang quite well. Meeting
decades ago in a playwriting seminar at Harvard, they clicked personally and
professionally. This symbiotic relationship has worked wonders over the years,
as has Mr. Durang’s consistent ongoing relationship
with actress Kristine Nielsen, who, working as his Muse, has appeared in countless productions of his work. Miss Nielsen has an
uncanny knack of being able to channel his insane melodic verbal rhythms into a
unique art form.
With
this World Premiere closing out the season, this dark demented new work harkens
back to his absurdist-skewed vision of the world at large. With the real world
seemingly on the edge of collapse it seems a perfect fit for this playwright to
gather together his obsessions and recombine them into an absorbing evening.
Depression, the environmental destruction of our planet on an increase,
ruminations on religion and death and the afterlife, and, foremost in this play,
the ways in which gun violence has infiltrated the very fiber of life in
current day America are fodder for this playwright. Shootings in movie
theaters, restaurants, and High Schools have become consistent reminders of the
delicate imbalance of a sick society.
(l-r)
Nicholas Podany, Robert Sella, Kristine Nielsen, Jenn
Harris, and Rachel Nicks. Photo by T. Charles Erickson
Beowulf Boritt sets the performance space with a brilliant
setting. The stage is brightly lit showing various rows of homes in the
background, all tilted and leaning askew. One lone house stands in front of all
the others, empty and beckoning. Think of a 1950’s vision of
Levittown
filtered through the impressionistic cinematic styling of the film The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.
Mr. Boritt encases the stage with a circular shape
that resembles a television outline framing the entire play. It is an ingenious
visual device that sets the mood before anyone enters the stage.
A
jarring start to the evening is about to commence…. A man pops out onstage. He
announces to the audience that his name is Jimmy (John Pankow),
and he confides in a casual manner his potential plan to commit mass murder. Is
he joking or being snarky? With a wink in his eye, “Maybe I’ll go to the theater and kill
people there, then kill myself,” then this… “You’re lucky I’m in the play and
not in the audience.” And we are off and running. In no time flat we are
introduced to his nervous fluttery wife Polly (Kristine Nielsen) and morose son
Timmy (Nicholas Podany) in their modest living room.
Jimmy leaves the room and confronts Polly a few minutes later wearing a pig
mask and carrying a slew of semi-automatic weapons. He informs her he might go
to the local mall to shoot up a few people…. or maybe not. Or maybe start
writing that book he has been meaning to write. Polly, ever the optimist and
filled with overwhelming anxiety looks the other way thinking he is just
kidding and being silly. She has her own troubles and can’t seem to locate a
favorite plant that needs watering…though it is obvious to the audience that
she is holding the plant as she is looking for it. There is an undercurrent of
deep sadness and despair in the play. But the manic zaniness that heavily coats
the play consistently undercuts the darkness. That in its inimitable way is its
brilliance. How many people just zip and zag through life without really
slowing down and seeing what is right in front of them? That missing plant is a nifty metaphor.
The
center stage slowly revolves to reveal a second home, next door to Jimmy and
Polly. New neighbors Clifford (Robert Sella) and Salena (Rachel Nicks) are living together, unmarried but happily ensconced in their
new surroundings. They have misgivings on what they see out their windows as
they observe their neighbors…. they have spied and seen that man next door,
wearing a pig mask as he drives off in his car. Clifford has given up on
watching the news as it causes undue stress on his soul. Rather ironic that he
works as an assistant editor at the local newspaper, so any and all news is
only inches away from his eyes, if he so chooses to look. Salena has recently met another neighbor named Rosalind (Jenn Harris) a melanoma-prone
woman who blots out the sun with a startling device…. she wears a pillowcase
with the eyeholes cut out to circumvent any deadly rays of sunshine.
Back
at home with Jimmy and Polly, the emotional levels increase with outbursts as
Jimmy in a fit of rage explodes and shoots Polly’s beloved plant and destroys
it. Polly discovers the plant and
grieves with thoughts of what her afterlife would look like as she enters the
realm of fantasy to relieve her stressful home life. To make her life better
and hopefully make friends with the neighbors Polly is invited with her moody
hubby and son to visit Clifford and Salena for a
pleasant visit. Needless to say it devolves into an awkward evening, as
Rosalind is included as well. Wait until you see Rosalind’s avant-garde dance
as she swirls around the group, to relive her stress. The proceedings continue
to get stranger as the evening wears on. The imminent threat of physical
violence is palatable, as the gaggle of eccentrics on view gets even more
insane. The broad cartoonish brush strokes that everyone displays onstage
create a weird disturbing sense of unease. The horrific events that are
possibly about to happen in this ninety-minute play are used as fodder for
laughter. The play does, of course, end in tragedy, but in an odd way it leads
to a sliver of hope for one of the protagonists.
This
bold daring play is not, needless to say, everyone’s cup of hemlock. But the
play, carefully cloaked in deep anger and despair at the world and what has
happened to decency and a sense of one’s own moral compass gone completely
haywire, hits many targets…pun intended. For the diehard Durang fan, it is a not to miss event, for the novice, be warned. The comingling of
laughter and stomach churning potential tragedy are on full display in this
galvanizing work.
McCarter
Theater
Princeton
NJ
Berlind Theatre
Running
through June 3rd
Mccarter.org 609 258 5050