Here There Are Blueberries

A- 

I was going to skip seeing this co-production of New York Theatre Workshop and Tectonic Theater Project, because its focus is a peek at the daily lives of the people who ran Auschwitz, a topic that sounded too similar to that of the excellent film “The Zone of Interest,” which I had recently seen. That would have been a shame. Although both concentrate on the perpetrators rather than the victims of the Holocaust, their effect is quite different and the present work has larger ambitions. In the manner of his earlier work for Tectonic The Laramie Project, Moises Kaufman, who conceived, co-wrote (with Amanda Gronich) and directed the play, employs documentary techniques that emphasize interviews and research to tell the story. 60 years after the end of WWII, the archivists at the US Holocaust Memorial Museum receive a letter from an anonymous retired US Army officer inquiring whether they would like to see an album that he has had in his possession all those years. (After his death, several passports with different identities were found in his home. Who he was and why he kept the album secret for so long would be an interesting story in itself.) The album, while fascinating, raises questions of whether the museum should acquire anything that features the Nazis rather than their victims. The young archivist who receives the album, Rebecca Erbelding (Elizabeth Stahlmann) receives permission to study the album in her spare time. Eventually it is discovered that the album belonged to Karl Hocker, adjutant to commandant Richard Baer. The vacation lodge pictured where the Nazi officers and the attractive young female radio operators enjoy their leisure time is actually in a remote section of the Auschwitz property. Many of the officers in the album are identified, resulting in a dire awakening for their descendants who did not know the extent of their involvement in the extermination program. Ironically, two of the characters who receive the fullest treatment are the chief doctor’s son Tilman Taube (Jonathan Raviv) who pursues the truth and tries to recruit others to do the same, and  the commandant’s grandson Rainer Hoss (Charlie Thurston), whose life is nearly ruined by his discovery.  The only prisoner we hear from is Lili Jacob (Stahlmann again), who uncannily is the person to find another album that records the day of her arrival and has pictures of herself and her family. The banality of evil is a pervasive theme throughout. The opening is surprising. An ad for Leica featuring a spotlit camera morphs into a Leica commercial and a discussion of the importance of photography becoming accessible to the masses. Later, both the power and limitations of photography as an information source are addressed. The production is greatly enhanced by Derek McLane’s set, David Lander’s lighting and David Bengali’s projection design. Dede Ayite’s costumes do not call attention to themselves. The cast of eight are all strong, with Stahlmann and Kathleen Chalfant standing out. The many strands are intricately knit into a series of short scenes. The result is consistently interesting, but never as gripping as Tectonic’s masterpiece The Laramie Project. Some critics have criticized it – unfairly, in my opinion – for not addressing current events in Gaza. I found it a worthwhile contribution to our understanding of the events of its time. Running time: 90 minutes.

 

The Great Leap

C+

This interesting new play at Atlantic Theater Company’s Stage 2  is just good enough that one wishes it were better. Playwright Lauren Yee (Cambodian Rock Band) displays a knack for sketching vivid characters and situations with dramatic potential. The action is mainly set in San Francisco and Beijing in the early summer of 1989. Saul (Ned Eisenberg; Awake and Sing!) is the coach of a failing collegiate basketball team who has been invited to bring his team to China to play an exhibition game with a Chinese team. Saul had been there 18 years before to help the Chinese improve their basketball skills. During that stay he befriended his translator Wen Chang (BD Wong; M. Butterfly, Pacific Overtures) and taught him enough about basketball to become a coach. Wen never forgot Saul’s remark that no Chinese team could ever defeat an American team and is out to prove him wrong. Manford (Tony Aidan Vo; Sea Wife) is a motor-mouthed 17-year-old high school senior who, despite being vertically challenged, is a basketball whiz determined to join Saul’s team and make the trip to Beijing. Connie (Ali Ahn; The Heidi Chronicles) is his cousin who really doesn’t have much to do except fill in some of the exposition. With no disrespect to the actor, I think the play would be stronger without her character. The game just happens to take place in the midst of the Tianenman Square uprising. Some of the other coincidences came across as a little too pat for me. I suspect you will guess some of the secrets before they are revealed. The three male characters all get a chance to shine. Eisenberg makes the most of the over-the-hill Bronx exile who cannot get a sentence out without a handful of four-letter words. Vo captures Manford’s relentless drive cloaked in amiability.  Wong has the least showy but most nuanced role as a man who has tried all his life never to stand out. The scenic design by Takeshi Kata (The Profane, Man from Nebraska), which consists mainly of a section of a basketball court, is augmented by projections by David Bengali (Van Gogh's Ear). Tilly Grimes’s (Underground Railroad Game) costumes are apt. The direction by Taibi Magar (Is God Is) is unfussy. There are some fine moments, but they are too few. Running time: one hour 55 minutes including intermission.