20th Century Blues

C

Add another play to the list of this season’s productions featuring female ensembles (although this one does have a small part for a man). This dramedy, by playwright Susan Miller, winner of two Obies, a Blackburn Prize and a Guggenheim fellowship, introduces us to four 60-something friends who bonded 40 years ago when they spent a night in jail together after a protest. Since then, they have had an annual reunion to schmooze and pose for a group photograph taken by Danny (Polly Draper; Closer, Brooklyn Boy). Danny is the only one who is coming into her own at this stage of life; she has been chosen for a retrospective at MoMA with an associated TED talk. Mac (Franchelle Stewart Dorn; 'Tis Pity She's a Whore) is an investigative journalist who has just been bought out by her newspaper and feels adrift in the world of new media. She is also an African-American lesbian with a drinking problem. Gabby (Kathryn Grody; Fishing, A Model Apartment) is a veterinarian from Boston and breast cancer survivor, who is so terrified of being unable to function independently as a widow that she secretly rehearses even though her husband is in perfect health. Sil (Ellen Parker; Aunt Dan and Lemon, House and Garden) is a real estate broker who was left in dire straits by her ex and is about to have a facelift so she will not offend her clients with the appearance of age. When Danny tells her friends that she wants to use their pictures taken over 40 years in her retrospective, they do not rush to sign the necessary releases. We also meet Danny’s mother Bess (Beth Dixon; Major Barbara) who suffers from dementia and her adoptive son Simon (Charles Socarides; Sons of the Prophet) who is trying to summon the courage to meet his biological mother. I personally felt that the play would have been stronger without Simon and, perhaps, even without Bess. The interaction of the four friends could easily have provided enough material to hold our interest. The level of the writing is uneven, incisive one moment and clunky the next. Something that may sound silly but bothered me is that the group pictures did not include Danny, which seemed to undercut the idea of their bond. The topic of feelings of invisibility and obsolescence for mature women is one worthy of our attention. The treatment it gets from Ms. Miller is just good enough that I was left wishing it had been better. The actors work well together. Ms. Parker seemed a bit lethargic, but that may have been how the role was written. Beowulf Boritt (Act One) has given Danny a studio spacious enough to inspire real estate envy. Jennifer von Mayrhauser’s (Disgraced, Linda) costumes make an important contribution to defining the characters. Emily Mann, artistic director of McCarter Theatre, directed. The play is at Signature Center, but is not a Signature Theatre production. Running time: one hour 40 minutes; no intermission.

The Model Apartment *

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Since I had been warned not once but twice that the Primary Stages revival of this early play by Donald Margulies was terrible, I was quite surprised to read the ecstatic reviews in the press. As a wise person once said, "Don't believe everything you read in the papers." The warnings were well-founded. While survival guilt and the corrosive effects of the Holocaust on survivors' offspring are certainly worthy of theatrical treatment, what Margulies has written seems to me a strange melange with characters that are more constructs than human beings. Lola (Kathryn Grody) and Max (Mark Blum), survivors who met and married in New York, are now a middle-age couple who have left Brooklyn for the expected refuge of retirement in Florida. Since their condo is not yet ready, they are forced to move temporarily into the development's model apartment where things are not as they appear. Metaphor, anyone? We learn that they have left behind their daughter Debby (Diane Davis), a morbidly obese, emotionally disturbed adult who tracks them down and bursts in on their intended idyll. Her mentally challenged, homeless boyfriend Neil (Hubert Point-du Jour) mysteriously arrives shortly thereafter. In several short scenes, they have at each other and their private ghosts. Even at 85 minutes, the play seemed repetitious. The emotional payoff that critics thought made the ordeal of sitting through the play worthwhile was insufficient for me. I think the play would have succeeded better as a shorter one-act without the character of Neil diluting the toxic family dynamic, or as a two-act play with greater character development. Lauren Helpern's set design perfectly captures the Florida condo aesthetic. The production's tone is wobbly, but the fault lies more in the writing than in Evan Cabnet's direction. Running time: one hour, 25 mintues; no intermission.