The Spirit Moves

Muddy Waters earns a bravo! New Jewish, not so much.

From Hamlet to A Christmas Carol, audiences have always been suckers for a good ghost story. Two current offerings accept ghosts and exorcisms as reality. One play is more portentous than it need be; one production is less. But their authors are serious men, and their ambitions merit our attention.

Arthur Miller's After the Fall perhaps received too much attention when it premiered in 1964. The timing for this inquisition into a man's soul couldn't have been worse. In the 1960s, so soon after his estrangement from Marilyn Monroe (who was found dead less than two years before After the Fallopened) — and amid the author's foolish denials that the play was about Monroe — critics and audiences had little patience with Miller as a moralist. But 43 years have elapsed since the play's premiere. Distance has put all its events, large and small, into perspective. Today After the Fall unreels like a theatrical time capsule, a compelling crash-course survey of the twentieth century. The evening is crammed with scenes involving the Depression-era 1930s, the Holocaust-searing 1940s, the red-baiting, blacklisting 1950s.

Miller roams the stage as Quentin. Though thinly disguised as a successful attorney rather than a dramatist (here he writes brilliant briefs rather than plays; his "opening nights" occur when he argues before the U.S. Supreme Court), Quentin is actually the entire legal system rolled into one: He is judge and jury, prosecutor and defendant, all on a lacerating mission (within his own mind) to measure the worth of a man. Quentin's belief system has eroded; the ability to grieve eludes him. If the questions he asks of himself — queries about guilt and responsibility, blame and retaliation — seem answerless, at least the play's reach is vast.

Ghost world: John Kinney (left) and Kat Singleton in  What's Wrong with This Picture?
Kristi Foster
Ghost world: John Kinney (left) and Kat Singleton in What's Wrong with This Picture?

Details

After the Fall
Through May 13 at Theatre at St. Johnís, St. Johnís United Methodist Church, 5000 Washington Place (at Kingshighway). Tickets are $16 ($13 for students and seniors). Call 314-540-7831 or visit www.muddywaterstheatre.com.

Whatís Wrong with this Picture?
Through May 20 at the Jewish Community Center, 2 Millstone Campus, Creve Coeur. Tickets are $20 to $25 ($2 discount for seniors and JCC members). Call 314-442-3283 or visit www.newjewishtheatre.org.

Related Stories

More About

It is also constantly problematic. We now know that Miller was forced to rush the play to conclusion in time for its New York opening, and we can sense how overwritten and unpruned the script remains. Act One, which jumps about in time and space in the mode of Death of a Salesman, is cluttered with ghostly characters who appear for one or two scenes and then maddeningly disappear. Act Two takes a new slant. Here Miller is obsessed with Maggie, the pop-singer stand-in for Monroe. Now, instead of moving too fast, the story grinds to a lacerating halt. We find ourselves trapped on a loop to Hell. As the once-naive Maggie morphs into a grasping, clutching, pill-popping harridan, her scenes are so overloaded, we want out. But of course that's the point: Once in, there is no "out" short of death. Miller's confessional self-portrait personifies torment.

Muddy Waters Theatre gives this paroxysm of a play a stunning production. Stripped of bit players and ornamentation of any kind, the severe staging by Jerry McAdams reveals After the Fallas a linchpin in Miller's canon of theatrical conscience. Quentin is a challenge for any actor, yet John Flack takes his time and guides us through the rocky shoals of verbiage. On the page, the self-serving Quentin is always right; everyone else is wrong. But there is not a trace of smugness in Flack's performance. Late in Act One, as he describes the need to kill conscience in order to survive, Quentin's inherent evil is revealed on Flack's skin-shedding face, which becomes a topographic map of suffering. This is a nearly flawless portrayal of an actor-devouring role.

Amy Schwarz's Maggie is equally astonishing. As she self-destructs, her arms and legs detach from the brain; only rarely is her body in sync with the words spewing from her mouth. Maggie transmutes into a character from Westworld, a sex object gone lethally haywire.

Any theater company can stage a playwright's "greatest hits." With all due respect to the many talents involved, when Muddy Waters chose to devote its current season to Miller, there was nothing overly bold about presenting popular entries like The Crucibleand Death of a Salesman. But the sloppy, rarely seen After the Fallis a high-stakes gamble. Artistic directors Patty and Cameron Ulrich took a huge risk in staging this problematic work; they have been rewarded with a revelatory production that surpasses all expectations. One can only hope they remember this lesson when they select their plays for next season, which will be devoted to Tennessee Williams.


In contrast to the spectral presences that haunt Quentin's beleaguered memory, there's only one ghost in Donald Margulies' What's Wrong with this Picture? and she's all too real. Both the ghost and the play are on view for all to see at New Jewish Theatre, which is at the nub of the problem.

To begin at the beginning — or perhaps at the end — Shirley has died. She choked on a piece of pork at a Chinese restaurant. (She should have taken her husband Mort's advice and eaten at the deli.) Mort (Alan Knoll) and his grieving son Artie (John Kinney) are surrounded by less-than-comforting relatives. The dithering grandfather (Richard Lewis) confesses that he was 57 when his own mother died, and he wept like a baby. "Better it should happen while you're young," Grandpa Sid consoles. Grandma Bella (Nancy Lewis) offers her own advice: "Go to Israel. See how our trees are doing." Mort's sister (Liz Hopefl) has her eye on Shirley's fur stole.

1
 
2
 
All
 
Next Page »
 
My Voice Nation Help
0 comments
 
Loading...