Archives for October 2014

“The ironist is not bitter, he does not seek to undercut everything that seems worthy or serious, he scorns the cheap scoring-off of the wisecracker. He stands, so to speak, somewhat at one side, observes and speaks with a moderation which is occasionally embellished with a flash of controlled exaggeration. He speaks from a certain depth, and thus he is not of the same nature as the wit, who so often speaks from the tongue and no deeper. The wit’s desire is to be funny; the ironist is only funny as a secondary achievement.”

Robertson Davies, The Cunnng Man

The Wall Street Journal has given me an extra drama column today to report on two important New York revivals, You Can’t Take It With You and Tom Stoppard’s Indian Ink. Here’s an excerpt.

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Nothing dates faster than a joke, so it’s always worth reflecting on why certain stage comedies from an earlier time have aged well. “You Can’t Take It With You,” the Moss Hart-George S. Kaufman play about a Depression-era family of full-bore eccentrics, opened on Broadway in 1936, ran there for 838 performances and continues to be performed regularly by students and amateurs, though the size of its 19-person cast makes professional revivals too costly to be common. Now it’s back on Broadway for the first time since 1984 in a version directed by Scott Ellis and starring James Earl Jones—and it’s still funny….

Kaufman and Hart invented or perfected many of the now-formulaic devices that power TV sitcoms, and one of them, the crazy family with a single sane member, is displayed to well-tooled effect in the saga of the Vanderhofs, whose contentedly haphazard daily lives are concisely summed up in the first paragraph of the stage directions: “This is a house where you do as you like, and no questions asked.” No less seductive, though, is the fantasy that they collectively embody: Not only do they follow their bliss to the uttermost limits of absurdity, but the rent gets paid and the pantry filled without their having to hold down nine-to-five jobs…

This revival of “You Can’t Take It With You” will likely hit big, and up to a point it deserves to do so, since it’s thoroughly good-humored and is performed with zesty energy. But it’s flawed nonetheless, mainly because Mr. Ellis has encouraged his cast to be self-consciously wacky, having forgotten, as he also did in the Roundabout Theatre Company’s 2012 revival of “Harvey,” that the characters in a farce don’t know they’re funny….

“Indian Ink,” Tom Stoppard’s 1995 play about the effects of colonialism on the inner lives of an English poetess (Romola Garai) and an Indian artist (Firdous Bamji), is currently receiving its first high-profile New York production courtesy of the Roundabout Theatre Company, which has mounted it Off Broadway as a pendant to the upcoming Broadway revival of Mr. Stoppard’s “The Real Thing.” It’s a provocative character study, though the past-meets-present double-helix structure feels at times like a rough draft for Mr. Stoppard’s “Arcadia.”…

Carey Perloff, who also directed the 1999 U.S. premiere of “Indian Ink” at San Francisco’s American Conservatory Theatre, has done right by a tricky script. Likewise her cast, well led by Mr. Bamji, Ms. Garai and Rosemary Harris, who is superlatively good…

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Read the whole thing here.

The trailer for Indian Ink:

Project Shaw, which puts on monthly staged readings of the plays of George Bernard Shaw, presented Village Wooing, a 1933 “comedietta for two voices,” at Symphony Space on Monday night. The production, directed by David Staller, Project Shaw’s resident mastermind, featured Jefferson Mays, who is currently starring on Broadway in A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder, and J. Smith-Cameron, who starred in the Irish Repertory Theatre’s universally admired 2013 revival of Juno and the Paycock and now appears on Rectify. Also on hand was a narrator who read Shaw’s stage directions out loud for the benefit of the audience. That was me.

While this wasn’t my first Project Shaw gig, it was the first time that I’d appeared on stage with just two other people—and what people! If you’ve read what I’ve written about Mays and Smith-Cameron in The Wall Street Journal, you’ll know that I consider them to be two of the very best actors in America, or anywhere else. When David asked me to take part in Village Wooing, the thought briefly occurred to me that to say yes would thus be inviting first-degree embarrassment, seeing as how I’m the furthest thing from an actor. But I figured that it’d be worth suffering any amount of embarrassment in return for the opportunity to watch them work up close, so I took a very deep breath and accepted his invitation.

It won’t surprise any regular playgoer to hear that my colleagues acquitted themselves stupendously well in Village Wooing, enough so that we all admitted to dreaming of the possibility that they might someday co-star in a fully staged production of Shaw’s poignant one-act comedy about a shipboard encounter and its surprising aftermath. As far as I’m concerned, though, the real show took place at the four-hour rehearsal for Monday’s performance. It was bewitching to watch two such brilliantly intelligent actors seize hold of the root of the theatrical matter with breathtaking quickness.

As for me, I wasn’t nervous, just excited, perhaps because I didn’t have all that much to do. Whatever the reason, I read my lines as efficiently and effectively as I could, and the rest of the time I just sat there and goggled, both at the rehearsal and at the performance. I’m not sure I was supposed to laugh in front of the audience, but I couldn’t help myself. I told J. (that’s what she’s called) that performing with her felt like taking a ride in a self-driving car that did all the work for me, which made her giggle.

After the show she introduced me to her husband, Kenneth Lonergan, the author of This Is Our Youth, Lobby Hero, and The Starry Messenger and the writer-director of Margaret and You Can Count on Me. I stammered something extravagantly admiring, he said something properly gracious, and I went on my bedazzled way.

The theater has given me many thrills in the course of my eleven-year run as a drama critic, opera librettist, and (most recently) playwright, enough that I wouldn’t want to try to rank them. That said, I have no doubt that I’ll long remember Village Wooing as one of the biggest and best.

James Earl Jones talks about growing up in Mississippi in a 1969 CBC interview. Jones is the star of the new Broadway revival of You Can’t Take It With You, which opened this week:

(This is the latest in a series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Monday and Wednesday.)

The other, deep and slow, exhausting thought,
And hiving wisdom with each studious year,
In meditation dwelt, with learning wrought,
And shaped his weapon with an edge severe,
Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer:
The lord of irony,—that master-spell,
Which stung his foes to wrath, which grew from fear,
And doomed him to the zealot’s ready hell,
Which answers to all doubts so eloquently well.

Lord Byron, Childe Herold’s Pilgrimage