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OC Register
Friday, July 21, 2006
Theater: 'The Long Goodbye' puts Williams in new light
Review: A Rude Guerrilla staging offers insight into author's work in the short-play form.
By ERIC MARCHESE
Special to the Register
For most theatergoers, any mention of Tennessee Williams conjures the names "The Glass Menagerie," "A Streetcar Named Desire," "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" and a half-dozen other of the playwright's works.
By the same token, most theater companies rarely venture beyond this short list. That makes Rude Guerrilla Theater Company's collection and staging of a raft of Williams' playlets a refreshing change of pace.
Some of the plays in "The Long Goodbye: An Evening of One-Act Plays by Tennessee Williams" bear a family resemblance to landmark full-length Williams works, while others are markedly different. Either way, they afford a fascinating glimpse into Williams' way of working in a shorter format.
The evening's first half burrows comfortably into familiar Williams elements the neurotic spinster, unrequited love, the displaced family, wistful longings for the past, torrid passions that satisfy the flesh but not the soul.
The opening play, "Portrait of a Madonna," focuses on Lucretia Collins (Karen Harris), a delicate, puritanical old maid who imagines herself as a faded belle and whom her tongue-clucking neighbors, either rightly or not, have labeled as demented.
This 1946 "Portrait" depicts a character much like Amanda Wingfield from "Glass" of a year earlier but with no children to badger and cajole while also a warm-up for the fragile, near-unhinged Blanche DuBois of "Streetcar" a year later. The one-act is well-cast Harris gives heart-tugging work as the delusional Lucretia and cleanly directed by Jill Cary Martin.
Written in 1940, "The Long Goodbye" could be a short-play preview of "Glass," which came five years later. Here's a fragmented Southern family forced into survival mode in St. Louis, with the story told through the eyes of writer Joe (Alex Dorman) who, like Tom Wingfield, is a stand-in for Williams. Instead of idealistic Laura, he has floozy Myra (Melita Ann Sagar) for a sister.
Their saintly mother (Harlene Miller), a far cry from the manipulative Amanda, died of cancer yet she haunts Joe in tortuous flashbacks. Joe's crushing guilt covers his and Myra's squandering of mom's legacy $300 in life insurance and his inability to prevent Myra's untimely death.
"Goodbye" is an exquisitely poetic look at an artist painfully aware of the cruel nature of time. Nailed by Dorman and Sager, the contrast between sensitive, bookish Joe and crude, carnal Myra is the stuff of Williams. Dorman in particular invests Joe with a quiet melancholy and deep introspection; his portrayal and Sharyn Case's sure-handed direction make the play the fulcrum of the entire evening.
From 1953, "Talk to Me Like the Rain and Let Me Listen" is a short meditation on the nature of romantic relationships. During an intense rainstorm, an unnamed man and woman (Arturo Jones, Jamie Lieberman) bare their souls he his terror of city life, she her desire to escape their sexually great but spiritually vapid coupling to start a new life.
Director Michael David Fox's handling is even yet sensitive, the material lent added dimension by Analola Santana's Spanish translations, David Chorley's relentless backdrop of thunder and gritty, sensual work by the cast.
Act Two gives us the offbeat (for Williams) quasi-political satire "The Demolition Downtown" and the stark political commentary of "The Municipal Abattoir." From 1976, "Demolition" wrings laughter from the plight of a couple whose lives have been ruined by a new political order bent upon demolishing, literally and otherwise, its citizens' lives.
Director Sally Norton's concept (two couples are clad in black, with chalky white faces) and casting trump her uncertain pacing. Jay Lewis gives a brilliant exposition of the jitters, Wendy Braun is sassy, and Chorley's sonic booms are humorously window- and nerve-rattling.
This is the West Coast premiere of "Abattoir," written in the 1960s yet unpublished until 2005. Stark and covertly funny, it concerns a young rebel (Paul Pakler) who works to persuade a middle-aged clerk (Rick Kopps) that assassinating a fascist dictator during an impending military parade is the only way to restore justice to the land.
Pakler's Svengali uses the kind of psychological warfare his political enemies would applaud; Kopps' character then deliberates on his choices. Dave Barton aptly directs the proceedings as if its nightmarish qualities are perfectly mundane sadly true regardless of the story's outcome.
Barton's set designs for all five plays feature six ceiling-to-floor white curtains against the rear wall and a variety of vintage furnishings conveying the haunting and yes, often biting world of Tennessee Williams.
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