The Ferryman

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I was going to skip this London import by Jez Butterworth because I did not care for his much-praised 2011 play Jerusalem at all (https://gotham-playgoer.blogspot.com/2011/04/jerusalem.html). However, the reports from London were so enthusiastic that I relented and bought a ticket. I’m very glad I did. I found it so compelling that its three-plus hours absolutely flew by. The seamless blend of the personal with the political, the comic with the dramatic, the leisurely storytelling with the sudden shocks give it almost Shakespearean proportions. After a brief prologue set in Derry a day or two before the rest of the play, the action takes place in the oversized farmhouse kitchen of the Carney family in rural Northern Ireland. In addition to Quinn (Paddy Considine), Mary (Genevieve O’Reilly) and their seven children — JJ (Niall Wright), Michael (Fra Fee), Sheena (Carla Langley), Nunu (Brooklyn Shuck), Honor (Matilda Lawler), Mercy (Willow McCarthy) and infant Bobby (Annie Scarfuto). the household includes Quinn’s two aunts — acerbic Aunt Pat (Dearbhla Molloy) and befogged Aunt Maggie Far Away (Fionnula Flanagan) — and tippling Uncle Pat  (Mark Lambert) as well as Quinn’s sister-in-law Caitlin (Laura Donnelly) who moved in with her young son Oisin (Rob Malone) when her husband Seamus mysteriously disappeared ten years before. Tom Kettle (Justin Edwards), a developmentally challenged English foundling, lives in a cottage on the farm. We also meet Quinn’s cousins, the three Corcoran brothers — Shane (Tom Glynn-Carney), Diarmaid (Conor MacNeill) and Declan (Michael Quinton McArthur) —who are helping with the harvest, the parish priest Father Horrigan (Charles Dale) and an IRA bigwig Muldoon (Stuart Graham) with two henchmen (Dean Ashton and Glenn Spears). There are also a live goose and a rabbit. It is one of Butterworth’s great achievements that he makes almost every character a vivid, memorable presence. The plot revolves around the sudden appearance of Seamus’s body and the IRA’s ruthless attempt to assure that the Carney family does not publicly lay blame for his death on them. Fortunately for us, the playwright never hesitates to pause for a good tale, a dance or a song. The mostly British cast is so universally strong that I hesitate to single any one out for special mention. The scenic and costume design by Rob Howell is topnotch. Director Sam Mendes never lets our attention lag. The play is one of the major events of the season thus far. Running time: three hours 15 minutes including an intermission and a brief pause.

Jerusalem *

Lured by the prospect of seeing Mark Rylance in another prize-winning performance, I attended the final preview of the London import Jerusalem at the Music Box. Three things that I have a very low tolerance for are plays about trailer dwellers, plays about heavy drug users and/or drunks, and plays that resort to blasting my eardrums with loud rock music to get my attention. Within 30 seconds, it was clear that I had hit the trifecta and was in for a long (3 hours and 5 minutes, to be exact) tough slog. Rylance plays Johnny "Rooster" Byron, a modern Pied Piper, whose drugs and booze attract a sorry lot of hangers-on to his trailer in the woods on the edge of a Wiltshire town. The action takes place on St. George's Day, on the eve of Rooster's threatened eviction by the local town council to make way for a housing estate. Much drinking, snorting and using the "c" word ensue. Perhaps playwright Jez Butterworth's goal was to bemoan the sterility of life in present-day England and lament the loss of any connection to ancient English folk traditions. The hymn Jerusalem from a poem by Blake is sung at the beginning of Acts I and II, but the significance of the words was lost on me because they were either inaudible or unintelligible. The only bright spots of the evening were the tall tales Rooster tells with such great flair. Rylance's performance is indeed a tour de force, but not sufficient reason to endure a tedious evening. For me to enjoy a play, there must be at least a character or two that I care for or want to know more about; in this case there were none. The play was enthusiastically received in London. Maybe you have to be English to fully appreciate it. Fairness requires that I report that many people around me seemed to be enjoying the evening. Ian Rickson directed the mostly British cast.