Summer Shorts: Series A

C

The 13th season of this Festival of New American Short Plays is now underway at 59E59 Theater B. The three plays in Series A all involve death or the threat thereof. The first and strongest play, “Interior” by Nick Payne (Constellations, A Life), is an evocative adaptation of Maeterlinck's play. An old man (Bill Buell; Ink, Rancho Viejo) and a stranger (Jordan Bellow; New Here) who have found the body of a drowned girl stand outside her home, observing her family enjoying their final moments of happiness before they must inform them of her death. Buell gives a strong leading performance as the old man whose daughters Martha (Joanna Whicker) and Marie (Mariah Lee; I’m Sorry) also put in an appearance. The mood is greatly enhanced by artful projections of paintings by Sharon Holiner. Rory McGregor’s (Sea Wall/A Life) direction is sensitive. “The Bridge Play,” by Danielle Trzcinski (Little Black Dress!), portrays the mostly comical interaction between John (James P. Rees; The Killer) a depressed middle-aged man about to jump off a bridge and Alex (Christopher Dylan White; The Workshop), the social-media-addicted teenager who interrupts him. It scores some easy points but lacks any real sense of peril. Sarah Cronk directed. In “Here I Lie,” Courtney Baron (When It’s You) presents two overlapping monologues. In one, Maris (Libe Barer), a publishing assistant, on a sudden impulse, tells her boss she has terminal cancer, and then feels obligated to follow her lie to its logical conclusion. In the other, Joseph (Robbie Tann; Home Street Home), a pediatric nurse, becomes emotionally involved with a very sick preemie and ends up craving similarly tender care for himself. The two narrators ignore and interrupt each other, which quickly became tedious. While both stories are interesting, I did not think they were well-matched and the manner of telling them simultaneously diminished rather than enhanced them. I personally would have preferred being presented with just one of them. While this playwright’s technique was perhaps the most ambitious, it did not work for me. Maria Mileaf (After the Wedding) directed. Running time: 90 minutes, no intermission.

Ink

A-

Manhattan Theatre Club is presenting the American premiere of James Graham’s (Privacy, This House) London hit with an all-new cast except for Olivier winner Bertie Carvel (Matilda: The Musical) as Rupert Murdoch. When I looked it up, I was surprised to learn that his award was for Best Supporting Actor. I had wrongly assumed that the role of Murdoch would be the lead. After seeing the play, I now understand that the play is less about Murdoch than I expected and more about the team that led The Sun in the year after Murdoch’s purchase in 1969. The role of Larry Lamb (Jonny Lee Miller; After Miss Juile, Frankenstein), the editor Murdoch hired, is at least as prominent as Murdoch’s. The first act is a worthy successor to The Front Page as a love letter to the lost heyday of newspaper publishing. The amazing set by Bunny Christie (The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time) features dozens of metal desks piled high and a curved back wall made of rolls of newsprint on which images are projected. The center of the stage is a smallish platform that rises from below with different settings. A tour for a new apprentice shows us the arduous process of setting and printing the paper. I wondered why there was a piano at the side of stage. I got my answer midway through the first act. As Lamb assembles his staff, the cast suddenly bursts into song and dance. The segment works so well that I found myself wishing that the creators had gone all the way and written a musical. The second act traces the newspaper’s first year and the increasingly dubious strategies Lamb pursues to fulfill his faustian promise to Murdoch to overtake The Mirror in sales. He jeopardizes the life of someone close to the paper and finally introduces a titillating Page 3. The excellent ensemble includes David Wilson Barnes, Bill Buell (Bad Habits), Andrew Durand (Head Over Heels), Eden Marryshow, Colin McPhillamy (The Ferryman), Erin Neufer (Nathan the Wise), Kevin Pariseau (The Explorers Club), Rana Roy, Michael Siberry (Junk, Six Degrees of Separation), Robert Stanton (Fuddy Mears, All in the Timing) and Tara Summers (The Hard Problem). Jonny Lee Miller (who did not appear in London) is a serious rival for Carvel at Tony time. Director Rupert Goold (King Charles III) masterfully keeps everything moving along smoothly. The play is a highly theatrical and quite entertaining work. What it is not is a deep exploration of Murdoch and his agenda. Running time: two hours 45 minutes including intermission.

Summer Shorts Series A

B+

The 11th edition of the Festival of New American Short Plays is now onstage at 59E59 Theater.  

Summer Shorts Series A opens with Melissa Ross’s (Of Good Stock) two-hander Jack, about a divorced couple George (Quincy Dunn-Baker; The End of Longing and By the Water) and Maggie (Claire Karpen; The Heir Apparent), whose bickering over the loss of their beloved dog Jack reflects their difficultly in finding closure. It’s funny, touching and wise. Mimi O’Donnell's direction finds all the right notes.

Next up is Playing God, an extended sketch by Alan Zweibel (SNL and Curb Your Enthusiasm) in which God (Bill Buell; Rancho Viejo) and his acerbic assistant (Welker White) teach a lesson to the self-satisfied Dr. Fisher (Dana Watkins), an obstetrician whose vacation dates take priority over his patient Barbara’s (Flora Diaz) due date. It’s funny but slight. Maria Mileaf’s direction finds all the laughs.

The evening’s finale, Acolyte by Graham Moore (The Imitation Game), is based on an episode in the life of Ayn Rand. Rand (Orlagh Cassidy) and her boozy husband Frank O’Connor (Ted Koch) are hosting Nathaniel (Sam Lilja) and Barbara (Bronte England-Nelson), a young married couple, Rand disciples who have been admitted to her inner circle. The conversation ranges from Plato to Aristotle to Rand’s Objectivism, a philosophy that placed a high value on pursuing one’s self-interest. Rand puts her philosophy into practice and cleverly manipulates those around her to get their blessing for her to do exactly what she wants. It’s clever and smart, but devotes too much time to a long but interesting monologue by Rand. Alexander Dinelaris (screenwriter of Birdman) directs with assurance.

All three plays are well-cast. Dunn-Baker, Cassidy and England-Nelson were especially good. Rebecca Lord-Surratt’s simple set makes effective use of shoji screens. Amy Sutton’s costume designs, especially the period attire for Acolyte, are quite good. Sound designer Nick Moore does wonders for a squash game in Playing God.

All in all, it was a satisfying evening and a big improvement over last year’s edition. Running time: 90 minutes; no intermission.

Rancho Viejo ** C-

When I looked back at my review of Dan LeFranc’s previous production at Playwrights Horizons (The Big Meal in 2012), my heart sank. If I found that one overlong at 90 minutes, how would I possibly make it through his new 3-act play, which clocked in at 3 1/2 hours at the first preview? (It’s down to 3 hours 5 minutes as of last night.) From what I gather, there have been so many changes almost nightly that the play might be substantially different by the time it opens next week. I doubt that its essential core will be altered though. Basically, it’s a look — a long look — at the vacuousness of comfortable suburban life in a fictional community in Southern California, likely in Orange County. Add to that several absurdist touches and a few less than profound discussions of the nature of happiness and art. We meet four couples, three of retirement age and one still working, plus an enigmatic teenage boy and a scene-stealing dog. The main focus is on Pete (a marvelous Mark Blum) and Mary (a subdued Mare Winningham), a childless couple who have just moved to town and are trying without much success to fit in. Pete is a marvelous creation. If there were an Olympic event in social awkwardness, he would take home the gold. Mary might nab bronze. One of the play’s main sources of pleasure is to await the next unbelievably awkward remark out of Pete’s mouth. Forget Asperger’s; he’s on a spectrum of his own. Mary’s problem is subtler: it is her neediness for friendship that drives people away. When Pete learns that Richie, the unseen son of Patti (Julia Duffy) and Gary (Mark Zeisler), is getting divorced, he becomes inappropriately upset and obsessed with the idea of saving Richie’s marriage. The other couples are Mike (Bill Buell) and Anita (Ruth Aguilar). The vibrant Anita is Guatemalan; she has a few long speeches in Spanish that go untranslated. Leon (Tyrone Mitchell Henderson), an African-American IT guy, and Suzanne (Lusia Strus), a real estate agent with an eye problem, are an unmarried couple with a large dog Mochi (Marti). Much of the first two acts takes place at parties at the home of one couple or another. Since the same set (by Dane Laffrey) represents the generic Southwestern living room of all four homes, it is sometimes hard to figure out where a given scene is taking place. Not that it matters much. Tate (Ethan Dubin), the sullen teenager who has little to do except lurk in the first two acts, comes into focus in a very strange scene near the beginning of Act 3. Does he ever! Jessica Pabst has dressed everyone aptly. Daniel Aukin’s direction seems attuned to the material. There are several funny moments, but the plot and the character development are minimal. I doubt that these are people that you would seek out to spend an evening with. I was pleasantly surprised that very few audience members left during either intermission.