Marcia Cross, Bryan Batt, and Ron Canada star in world premiere of Pay the Writer (photo by Jeremy Daniel)
PAY THE WRITER
The Pershing Square Signature Center
The Alice Griffin Jewel Box Theatre
480 West 42nd St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
Tuesday-Sunday through September 30, $40-$149.50
www.paythewriterplay.com
www.signaturetheatre.org
Tawni O’Dell’s Pay the Writer doesn’t do itself any favors. The title of the world premiere play, which opened August 21 at the Pershing Square Signature Center, is both elusive — after having seen it, I cannot figure out why it’s named for one minor line of dialogue — and, unfortunately, misleading through no fault of its own, as it has nothing to do with the current Writers Guild of America strike, which has shut down film and television production. The script is overstuffed with clichés, and the pace is choppy, with slow, awkward set changes. At two hours without a break, it is desperately in need of significant cutting or at least a brief intermission.
So why then am I still recommending it?
Despite all of the above, I had a good time at the show, as did the entire audience the night I went, erupting in a well-deserved standing ovation at the conclusion, cheering on the three excellent leads, Ron Canada, Marcia Cross, and Bryan Batt. While standing ovations have long been de rigueur on Broadway, they are not nearly as obligatory off the Great White Way.
The show is structured as a series of two-character scenes — save for one involving the three leads — that go back and forth in time over forty-five years, from present-day New York City to 2000s Los Angeles, 1990s Paris, and late 1970s Manhattan. It traces the long relationship between gay white literary agent Bruston Fischer (Bryan Batt) and his most famous client, the award-winning Black writer Cyrus Holt (Ron Canada), from their initial meeting outside a bar to Cyrus’s most recent novel. Cyrus has always let Bruston — who serves as narrator, regularly speaking directly to the audience — read his work before anyone else, but he has given his latest manuscript first to his French translator, Jean Luc (Steven Hauck), which has upset Bruston greatly. Bruston is hurt by what he considers a deep affront by a man he calls his friend, while Cyrus seems more concerned that neither of them can find Jean Luc and find out what he thinks of the book.
“You’re still mad at me,” Cyrus says. Bruston replies, “I’m always the first person to read your work. I don’t understand why you chose to send it to someone else before me.” Cyrus curtly says, “I have my reasons.” Bruston responds, “And to send it to that . . . that . . . ridiculous, arrogant, narcissistic . . .” To which Cyrus explains, “He can’t help any of that; he’s French.”
One night Cyrus, a Vietnam veteran who has won two National Book Awards and a Pulitzer Prize for a novel about racism in the military during the war, accidentally calls his first wife, the white Lana (Cross), with whom he has two children, Leo (Garrett Turner, who also plays the young Cyrus) and Gigi (Danielle J. Summons). Lana, who he hasn’t seen in two decades, shows up unexpectedly at a restaurant where Cyrus and Bruston are having dinner, and she and Cyrus go at it, arguing over their parental skills, Lana giving up her dreams to raise the kids, and Cyrus’s drinking and philandering. But underneath it all is an obvious connection that cannot be broken.
“Believe it or not, those crazy kids were in love once. I think, on some level, they still are,” Bruston tells us. “Cyrus continues to sit blazing in the center of Lana’s orbit while she struggles to break free from his gravitational pull. She’s his Venus; the most beautiful of planets but not necessarily the easiest one to inhabit.”
Cyrus (Garrett Turner) and Bruston (Miles G. Jackson) meet outside a club in Pay the Writer (photo by Jeremy Daniel)
Cyrus is ill, but he doesn’t want to make a big deal about it, keeping it from Lana and their kids, who he thinks don’t care about him. But he’s soon face-to-face with each one of them, confronting harsh realities about his legacy as a husband and a father.
Canada (The Invested, Lights Up on the Fade Out) is terrific as a tough-minded, unapologetic man with a big ego who shifts between his serious ethics as a writer and his loose morals as a human being; it’s a hard character to make likable, but Canada pulls it off. Emmy nominee Cross (Desperate Housewives, Melrose Place), a Juilliard graduate making her return to the stage, shines as Lana, rising above some tepid dialogue to portray a strong woman who has overcome the mistakes of her past. And Batt (Mad Men, Jeffrey) is charming as Bruston, who shares his own personal problems while managing those of others. “Divorces. People have to pick sides,” Lana says to Bruston, who responds, “You got custody of Leo and Gigi, and I got custody of Cy.”
Director Karen Carpenter (Harry Townsend’s Last Stand; Love, Loss, and What I Wore) strains to find a flow to O’Dell’s (When It Happens to You, Coal Run) narrative, which can resemble a Lifetime movie made from a melodramatic novel while taking on homophobia and racism. In fact, O’Dell has written six novels including Back Roads, which was an Oprah Book Club selection that O’Dell adapted into a film.
David Gallo’s sets and David C. Woolard’s costumes are functional (although Lana’s dresses are divine), as are the lighting by Christopher Akerlind and sound by Bill Toles. The supporting cast, including Turner, Summons, Hauck, Miles G. Jackson as the young Bruston, and Stephen Payne as a homeless man in a completely unnecessary scene, is inconsistent, unable to keep up with the leads.
Meanwhile, I’m still trying to figure out the title of the play, which is essentially about a writer who has to pay for what he has wrought in the end.
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]