The Young Man from Atlanta

C

When I saw the original production of Horton Foote’s drama in 1995, I was disappointed. When it won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama, I was surprised and puzzled. In the years since, I have enjoyed several plays by Foote, including The Trip to Bountiful, Dividing the Estate and The Orphans’ Home Cycle. When Signature Theatre announced this revival, I was curious to see whether I had somehow underestimated the play the first time around and whether my greater exposure to Foote’s work might change my mind. Unfortunately, I think I got it right the first time. Of the plays by Foote I have seen, I would have to place this one at the bottom of the list. Even when it was new, it seemed dated and it hasn’t improved with age. Furthermore, the current production is flat-footed (pun intended). As Will Kidder, the 61-year-old Houston businessman whose American dream collapses in an instant when he is fired from his long-time job, Aidan Quinn (A Streetcar Named Desire, Fool for Love) is believable but not memorable. As his cosseted but emotionally starving wife Lily Dale, Kristine Nielsen (Gary: A Sequel to Titus Andronicus, Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike) is miscast. Her performances in comic roles are always a treat to see, but here she seems to be fighting too hard to suppress her natural exuberance. Six months prior to the time of the play, their 37-year-old son Bill, who fled Houston for Atlanta at his earliest opportunity, drowned in a Florida lake while on a business trip. Although both Will and Lily Dale suspect it was suicide, they cannot even broach the subject with each other. The title character is Bill’s Atlanta roommate Randy, unseen in the play, who, as Will tells it, cried more at Bill’s funeral than Lily Dale. Will is suspicious of Randy’s motives and forbids Lily Dale from contacting him. She disobeys, with dire consequences. Lily Dale’s stepfather Pete (Stephen Payne; Straight White Men), of whom she is very fond, has just moved into their home. His grandnephew Carson (Jon Orsini; The Nance), who conveniently lived in the same boardinghouse as Bill and Randy, turns up for a visit and says that everything Randy has told Lilly Dale is a lie. We question whether Carson might perhaps be the liar. We also meet Will’s boss Ted (Devon Abner; The Trip to Bountiful, Dividing the Estate), Will’s subordinate and soon-to-be successor Tom (Dan Bittner; The Vertical Hour), the Kidders’ maid Clara (Harriett D. Foy; Once on This Island) and their maid thirty some years before, Etta Doris (Pat Bowie; The Trip to Bountiful). Her recollection of Bill as a child and her forthright expression of religious belief should be transformative for the Kidders, but it wasn’t impactful, at least not for me. There are other subplots including a puzzling confession of a misdeed from 20 years ago by Lily Dale and her doubts about whether Pete had serially mistreated women. In a rather heavy-handed metaphor, Lily Dale is obsessed to find out the truth about the Disappointment Club, which she is convinced Eleanor Roosevelt has started to lead maids to accept jobs and then fail to show up on the first day, just to spite Southern women. The themes of the hollowness of the American dream, the relentlessness of change, the power of denial, the use of money either to avoid intimacy or to seek it and the decreasing relevance of small town virtues in the big city all are touched upon. Three of the characters — Will, Lily Dale and Pete — appeared in The Orphans’ Home Cycle. Perhaps I would have felt more for them if I had had their earlier versions fresh in mind. Perhaps not. Director Michael Wilson (The Orphans’ Home Cycle, Incident at Vichy) has a sterling track record with Foote’s work, so I am puzzled why things did not come together better here. Van Broughton Ramsey’s (The Trip to Bountiful) costumes enhance the production greatly. On the other hand, Jeff Cowie’s (The Orphans’ Home Cycle, Incident at Vichy) set is problematic. In what is supposed to be a $200,000 (1950 dollars) home, the elegant living room has matching short stairs with no risers but pipe railings at either side of the room. It seems unlikely that a 1950 Houston house would be built around a central courtyard or that you would need to open a door to get from one wing to another, but that’s what we see. It’s just a symbol of the many ways this production misses the mark. The bottom line is that, no matter what the Pulitzer judges thought, this play is not top-drawer Foote. The brief catharsis at play’s end is too little reward for all that precedes it. Running time: two hours, 15 minutes.

Signature Plays **

On paper it must have seemed like a good idea to present a triple bill of revived short works by playwrights who were in Signature Theatre’s Legacy program. For someone like me who has a limited tolerance for absurdist theater, the results were not gratifying. Yesterday’s avant garde often seems quaint or just annoying today. 

Edward Albee’s “The Sandbox” at least offered a bit of drollery and a chance to see three fine actors — Alison Fraser, Frank Wood and Phyllis Somerville as Mommy, Daddy and Grandma, respectively— and hunky Ryan-James Hatanaka as The Young Man. Melody Giron played the cello. 

Maria Irene Fornes’s “Drowning” is a strange tale of unrequited love in which the three characters — Pea (Mikeah Ernest Jennings), Roe (Sahr Ngaujah) and Stephen (Wood again) — are dressed like humans but inexplicably wear grotesque masks that make them look more like sea lions. 

The longest and most complex work is Adrienne Kennedy’s “Funnyhouse of a Negro,” a surrealistic look at racial identity and racism through the mind of Sarah (Crystal Dickinson), a mixed-race graduate student on the Upper West Side. Except for her landlady (Fraser) and her boyfriend (Nicholas Bruder), all the characters represent aspects of Sarah’s inner conflict. They include Queen Victoria Regina (April Matthis), the Duchess of Hapsburg (January LaVoy), Patrice Lumumba (Ngaujah), Jesus (Jennings), and Sarah’s mother (Pia Glenn.) The short scenes are punctuated by blackouts. Along about the tenth one, I began praying that the next would be the last. While I can appreciate the impact the play must have had when new, it just didn’t work for me now.

The production values are first-rate with sets by Mimi Lien, costumes by Kaye Voyce and lighting by Mark Barton. Lila Neugebauer directed. Running time: 2 hours 10 minutes including two intermissions.

The Wayside Motor Inn **

Regular readers of this blog know that I am a devoted fan of A. R. Gurney’ plays. I was therefore very pleased to learn that Signature Theatre would present three of his works — two revivals and a new play —  this season. In addition, a Broadway revival of “Love Letters” with star (or stunt, depending on your point of view) casting is forthcoming. The play Signature chose to start the Gurney series is a rarely produced work from 1977. We meet five sets of people staying (or, in one case, working) at a nondescript motel outside of Boston. An elderly couple, Frank (the always fine Jon DeVries), who is suffering from heart trouble, and Jessie (Lizbeth Mackay, also very good) are in town to visit their newest grandchild. Vince, an overbearing father (Marc Kudisch, usually excellent, but stuck here with a one-note role) has brought his long-suffering son Mark (Will Pullen) for a Harvard interview that the father wants far more than his son. Andy (Kelly AuCoin) and Ruth (Rebecca Henderson) are a divorcing couple whose attempt to divide their possessions amicably goes awry. Phil (David McElwee) is a college student who has rented a room for the night to bed his girlfriend Sally (Ismenia Mendes) for the first time. Ray (Quincy Dunn-Baker) is a married traveling salesman who tries to pick up Sharon (an amusing Jenn Lyon), a waitress whose concern for her customers’ health is not appreciated by her employers. (Mendes, Henderson and Pullen appeared together recently in Your Mother's Copy of the Kama Sutra at Playwrights Horizons.) The play’s gimmick is that all five stories take place simultaneously on the same set. (Gurney’s acknowledges Ayckbourn’s similar experiments.) This idea turns out not to be as interesting as it sounds. The set becomes cluttered with characters from different stories who barely manage not to bump into each other. It would have helped if the stories were more compelling and if they somehow enriched each other. Unfortunately, there is only one fleeting moment when two stories connect. Andrew Lieberman must have had fun designing the set; the plaid wallpaper and orange chenille bedspreads raise hideousness to new heights. Kaye Voyce’s costumes are unremarkable. I’m not sure what director Lila Neugebauer could have done to prevent this slender work from making such a tepid impression. Running time: 2 hours, 5 minutes including intermission.

Note: The stage is unusually high. Sitting in the third row, my eyes were level with its floor. Those in the first few rows on the right have a partially obstructed view.

From White Plains ****

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Hidden deep in the recesses of the Signature Center complex is the Studio, a cozy performing space available for rental by other groups. The current occupant is this production by the Fault Line Theatre, a group of alumni of the Brown University/Trinity Theatre drama program. Playwright/director Michael Perlman, in collaboration with the four actors, has written a timely drama about the long-term effects of bullying. Two straight 30-year-old buddies, Ethan (Aaron Rossini) and John (Craig Wesley Divino), are watching the Oscars and are shocked to hear Dennis (Karl Gregory), Oscar-winning screenwriter of an indie film about high school bullying name Ethan as the student whose relentless gay-baiting 15 years ago drove a fellow classmate to commit suicide years later. Ethan posts an apology on the internet, but it is rejected by Dennis, who becomes increasingly obsessed with conducting a vendetta against Ethan via an escalating exchange of internet videos. Ethan loses his girlfriend, his job and his self-confidence. He has to close his online accounts to stop the multitude of verbal attacks. Even best friend John is pulling away from him. Meanwhile Dennis's boyfriend Gregory (Jimmy King) becomes increasingly upset over Dennis's obsession with punishing Ethan as well as his seeming lack of commitment to their relationship. Dennis rejects Gregory's right to criticize him because Gregory has never come out to his parents. Dennis and Ethan agree to appear together on a tv talk show. Their conversation in the green room before the show provides the play's emotional climax. What I liked about the play, in addition to the fine acting, was the respect for complexity and nuance. As in life, no one is either blameless or all bad and no simple answers are provided. Tristan Jeffers's simple set works well and Jessica Wegener Shay's costumes are appropriate. Perlman's direction goes for the long pregnant pause a few times too many. Running time: 95 minutes, no intermission. NOTE: If you use the code FWP5D, you will save $5 off the $34 ticket price.