A MATTER OF SURVIVAL

Once in a blue moon a play comes along that restores my belief in the vitality of the theater. I'm not talking about Tony Kushner's "Angels in America," which made its TV debut last night on HBO, but about the production of Doug Wright's "I Am My Own Wife," which just opened on Broadway at the Lyceum Theatre.

This one-man piece stars Jefferson Mays in multiple roles, chief among them a singular Berliner whose transvestitism is only one aspect of her unique identity, though it's been the most widely mentioned. Mays gives a virtuoso performance the likes of which comes along once in many blue moons. It is a spectacular achievement, but to describe it that way is to give a misleading impression.

Mays illuminates his impersonations with subtlety, not fireworks. He re-creates Charlotte von Mahlsdorf, who was a real-life figure, with a controlled, riveting intensity. His fusion of intelligence, feelings, irony and humor radiates heat and light, but purposely kept at room temperature. This allows Charlotte's bizarre survival story from the Nazi and Communist eras to unfold as part of daily experience rather than as blinding revelation, like a cold thermonuclear reaction that still eludes science and is all the more astonishing.

Mays does not do it alone. He has brilliant collaborators in Wright, best known for "Quills," who wrote the script or rather constructed it from hours of tape-recorded interviews with Charlotte herself; in director Moises Kaufman, celebrated for "The Laramie Project" and "Gross Indecencies"; and in outstanding scenic, lighting and costume designers. Their presence was invisible but tangible.

"Wife" had an acclaimed life before coming to Broadway. First developed in regional theaters, it was staged in a successful About Face Theatre workshop production at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago, a < FONT color=#003399>mixed notice from Variety notwithstanding. Further developed and clarified, "Wife" then ran Off-Broadway from May to August earlier this year at Playwrights Horizons, where it racked up more raves and many awards. The Broadway production now at the Lyceum is essentially a transfer. Here's a review and here's another. Faber & Faber is to publish the text of the play in January.

December 8, 2003 7:04 AM |

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'WILD SIDE' STILL ROCKS 

Nelson Algren was one of the great American authors of the 20th century, it is no exaggeration to say, and among the most neglected. Consider his underrated classic, "A Walk on the Wild Side." The title -- popularized and co-opted as an idiomatic phrase by Hollywood and Madison Avenue (institutions Algren loathed) -- is familiar to most anyone who speaks English or knows Lou Reed's lyrics. But the novel itself? Hardly.

BUSTER KEATON REVISITED 
Buster Keaton: Tempest in a Flat Hat is not a biography. "This book is merely a fan's notes," Edward McPherson writes in the introduction, although his publisher ignores the disclaimer and calls it a biography on the cover. In fact, the book is a bit of both, a difficult combination to bring off unless you're David Thomson, who set the standard with Rosebud, his penetrating rumination on the life and career of Orson Welles, which was nothing if not a distillation of every obsessive thought he ever had about the myth and the man and all his movies.
LAUREN BACALL, STILL SALTY AT 80 
When Lauren Bacall writes that her singing voice ranges "somewhere between B minus sharp and outer space," she's being candid and funny. It's not every stage star with two Tony Awards for best actress in a musical whose vocal talent offers so little promise. (OK, Harvey Fierstein excepted.) Still less would one admit it.
THE STARS ACCORDING TO BOGDANOVICH 
Peter Bogdanovich's superb collection of movie-star profiles and interviews -- a sequel to Who the Devil Made It, his interviews of top film directors -- begins with an affectionate tale about Orson Welles that reminds us just how intimate the author's connection to Hollywood's greatest has been. But contrary to what we've come to expect from dime-a-dozen celebrities and celebrity interviews not worth two cents, the tale avoids bromidic egotism and journalistic platitudes.
SAMMY'S WHITE DREAMS 
Four decades ago Lenny Bruce sentenced Sammy Davis Jr. to "30 years in Biloxi," stripping him of "his Jewish star" and "his religious statue of Elizabeth Taylor." Now we have two new biographies of Davis that spring him from ridicule, if not from doubts about his legacy, and restore a measure of dignity to a black entertainer whose huge fame and success never overcame his devout wish -- indeed his lifelong effort -- to be white.
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