this week in theater

EASE ON DOWN: GOODBYE, YELLOW BRICK ROAD

The Wiz is back on Broadway for its fiftieth anniversary (photo by Jeremy Daniel)

THE WIZ
Marquis Theatre
210 West Forty-Sixth St. between Seventh & Eighth Aves.
Tuesday – Saturday through August 18, $88.75-$319.25
Monthly Monday nights: free with advance RSVP
wizmusical.com

The Wiz is back on the Great White Way, in a fiftieth-anniversary version at the Marquis Theatre that just began previews prior to an April 17 opening.

The world has been following the Yellow Brick Road since 1939, when Victor Fleming’s beloved film, The Wizard of Oz, dazzled audiences in theaters. Adapted from L. Frank Baum’s 1900 children’s novel The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, the first of fourteen books that would continue through 1920 — including the presciently titled Tik-Tok of Oz — the story was previously told in a 1902 Broadway musical and a series of silent films.

In October 1974, The Wiz: The Super Soul Musical “Wonderful Wizard of Oz” opened in Baltimore before moving to the Majestic Theatre on Broadway in January 1975. The all-Black cast featured Stephanie Mills as Dorothy, Hinton Battle as the Scarecrow, Tiger Haynes as the Tin Man, Ted Ross as the Cowardly Lion, Tasha Thomas as Aunt Em, Dee Dee Bridgewater as Glinda the Good Witch, Mabel King as the Wicked Witch of the West, and André De Shields as the Wiz. The production was nominated for eight Tonys and won seven, for Best Musical, Best Original Score, Best Direction, Best Choreography, Best Costume Design, and Best Performances by a Featured Actor and Actress in a Musical.

Director Sidney Lumet and screenwriter Joel Schumacher adapted the show into an all-star film in 1978, with Diana Ross as Dorothy, Michael Jackson as the Scarecrow, Nipsey Russell as the Tin Man, Ross as the Cowardly Lion, King as the Wicked Witch of the West, Lena Horne as Glinda, and Richard Pryor as the title character.

Beginning today, April 1, and happening the first Monday night of every month during the show’s run, the Marquis will replace the current live Broadway performers with holographic AI images of the actors from the film as they sing and dance on Hannah Beachler’s set. The technology was first used when a holographic Prince joined the real Justin Timberlake at the 2018 Super Bowl halftime show in Minneapolis and has since shown up in commercials with John Wayne, Tupac Shakur, and others.

“We believe this is a wonderful way to honor Baum’s original story and how it has impacted American culture, from 1900 to the 1970s up to today,” said Cloten Costard, spokesperson for the international AI conglomerate Le Premier Avril. “The Wiz is very much about belief in oneself and acknowledging that you are allowed to have your own feelings; you might not be able to reach out and touch these characters, but they will fill you with emotions, turning you inside out and upside down.”

Admission is free with advance RSVP to ease on down the road like never before.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here, where it is April 1 only once a year.]

IBSEN’S GHOST: AN IRRESPONSIBLE BIOGRAPHICAL FANTASY

Charles Busch is elegant as a très chic widow trying tp protect her late husband’s legacy in Ibsen’s Ghost (photo by James Leynse)

IBSEN’S GHOST
Primary Stages, 59E59 Theaters
59 East 59th St, between Park & Madison Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through April 14, $66-$131
212-279-4200
www.59e59.org

“Some novelist or playwright might conjure forth an irresponsible fantasy inventing relationships and conflicts that don’t exist,” Suzannah Thoresen Ibsen says in Ibsen’s Ghost. “He might remove Hanna from the wings and place her center stage. Imagine, my love, what diabolical tomfoolery could be made of us.”

There’s “diabolical tomfoolery” aplenty in the play, written by Charles Busch, who portrays Henrik Ibsen’s widow, served up with a plethora of camp, Busch’s stock in trade. But there’s a lot more to the story, a hilarious testament to gender identity and women’s sexuality.

Henrik Johan Ibsen is Norway’s most famous and respected playwright. In such works as Brand, Peer Gynt, A Doll’s House, Ghosts, An Enemy of the People, The Wild Duck, Rosmersholm, and Hedda Gabler — each of which is referenced directly or indirectly in Ibsen’s Ghost — Ibsen explored class struggle, the social order, religious intolerance, politics, family life, and women’s place in society. “Castles in the air — they are so easy to take refuge in. And easy to build, too,” the revolutionary dramatist and father of realism wrote in The Master Builder.

A coproduction of Primary Stages and George Street Playhouse running at 59E59 through April 14, the two-hour show (with intermission) is set in the Ibsen home in Oslo in June 1906, shortly after Henrik died at the age of seventy-eight. His longtime publisher, George Elstad (Christopher Borg), has arrived at the house and asked Suzannah (Busch), her husband’s literary executrix, to examine the personal letters the couple had exchanged over the course of their nearly fifty-year marriage.

“We will see him in every future play that lifts the iron lid off polite society,” George boasts. Suzannah offers, “To contribute to that legacy, I have decided to relinquish these letters that have been moldering in a safe deposit box over at the Royal Oslo Bank. I see them as the foundation for a compelling and important book.” The excited George replies, “The letters of Henrik Ibsen are of immense literary importance and, I might add, as his publisher, of remunerative value.” But he is disappointed to discover that the letters are merely everyday domestic conversations that contribute no insight into Henrik’s genius, so he rejects them. An outraged Suzannah declares, “How dare you, George Elstad, how dare you slap me across the face with my insignificance! You, a pretentious, ineffectual bourgeois!”

That exchange gets to the heart of the play, the position of the wife, or any woman, as it relates to a famous man’s contributions to the world. Suzannah was a writer herself, having translated German author Gustav Freytag’s Graf Waldemar into Norwegian, but she gave up that potential career in order to assist in her husband’s labors, serve as muse, and raise their son, Sigurd, a lawyer and statesman who has become the prime minister. (Busch adjusts the actual timeline here, as Sigurd was prime minister from 1903 to 1905 so was not in office when his father died.)

Suzannah encounters a sailor sneaking about who turns out to be Wolf (Thomas Gibson), Henrik’s illegitimate son from an old dalliance, long before he met Suzannah, with an Irish servant girl; Suzannah tells Wolf that she was aware of his existence. He is seeking a keepsake from his father, but Suzannah soon involves him in more illicit behavior. (Henrik did have an illegitimate son with a maid, but Wolf’s tale is invented.)

Suzannah is visited by Magdalene Kragh Thoresen (Judy Kaye), her stepmother, a successful author in her own right and a thorn in Suzannah’s side. Apparently apologizing, Magdalene says, “Suzannah, I feel dreadful that I haven’t seen you since the funeral. And my blundering rudeness in criticizing your appearance as the coffin was being lowered into the ground. . . . But, Suzannah, my darling, that wrinkled polka dot veil.” Suzannah responds, “I wasn’t wearing a veil.” A moment later, Magdalene describes a dinner party she attended at which she “spent nearly an hour devouring each heavenly morsel.” Suzannah remarks, “Your favorite pastime. Picking the flesh off bones.”

The next day, Suzannah meets with George, Magdalene, and Hanna Solberg (Jennifer Van Dyck), who is peddling a tell-all about her relationship with Henrik. Suzannah explains that “she was the first of my husband’s princesses. . . . His acquaintanceship with these women was purely intellectual.” Hanna says that although she might have been “a vestal virgin at Ibsen’s altar,” she promises, “My diary will shed light on some unwelcome truths.” Suzannah and Hanna, who is harboring another major secret, debate over who was more of a muse to Henrik, arguing especially over who was the inspiration for Nora in A Doll’s House; Suzannah is enraged that Hanna’s book is entitled I, Nora.

In the second act, the Rat Wife (Borg) — a character in Ibsen’s 1894 play, Little Eyolf — knocks on the door, asking, “Have you good people any troublesome thing that gnaws here?” Suzannah demands that she leave, but she snoops around the room, noting, “There is something sad and grey lurking within the walls.”

Meanwhile, through it all, Gerda (Jen Cody), the housekeeper, never stops catering to the guests, entering and leaving with a torturous, twisted limp that is painful to watch but also, surprisingly, brings her pleasure. “Didn’t Dr. Esbjornsen diagnose that the curvature of your spine might lead to unwanted sensations in the pubis?” Suzannah asks her early on. Gerda answers, “That humiliating diagnosis is etched in my memory.” Later, Gerda explains, “I’ve done my best to keep [the house] neat and clean. I am just one person with a crooked patella, a tilted coccyx, and a flat foot with a plantar’s wart.” But she is more than just additional comic relief in this clever comedy.

Ibsen’s Ghost features a marvelous cast at 59E59 (photo by James Leynse)

Ibsen’s Ghost is a fast and furious feminist romp. The fictionalized but all-too-true world created by writer and star Busch (The Confession of Lily Dare, The Tribute Artist) and his longtime director, Carl Andress (The Divine Sister, Die, Mommie, Die!), tackles numerous women’s issues with grandiose humor that reveals historical and contemporary truths. Speaking to Wolf, who says his “surname has always been up for question,” Suzannah rhetorically replies, “We have much in common. Am I Suzannah Ibsen or Suzannah Thoresen? Who is Suzannah Ibsen?”

Each of the female characters in the play wrestle with who they are, professionally, personally, and sexually. Hanna wears trousers, writes books as a man, and has left her husband for a young painter “who loves me first as a human being and then as a woman.” Magdalene is a widow intent on making a name for herself as a writer, working at the same time on “a play, a novel, an opera libretto, a cycle of poems, a ballet scenario, and three short stories.” The Rat Wife is known as “the Rat Woman, Mother Rat, Madame La Rat, and, in some quarters, Lady Rat-Face,” not exactly kind sobriquets given the services she actually renders. Suzannah is trying to assert her part in her husband’s career while also exploring her future as a single woman who is ravenous for sex. And Gerda can barely move an inch without experiencing horrific pain and tantalizing orgasms.

Shoko Kambara’s set is a lovely living room with Victorian furniture, including a vertical porcelain stove. Two tall trees rise from either side, extending their branches and leaves over the space, melding interior and exterior. The outside neighborhood is projected onto the walls and back of the room, making it appear that the large doors stage right lead directly into the National Theatre, where, in real life, a statue of Ibsen stands guard. Ken Billington’s lighting and Jill BC Du Boff and Ien DeNio’s sound amp up the kitsch with cinematic flair. Gregory Gale’s costumes and Bobbie Zlotnik’s hair, wig, and makeup are fun and fanciful, from Suzannah’s black capelet and flowing gown and her bright-colored bedclothes to Hanna’s archery outfit, the Rat Wife’s fussy frock, and Magdalene’s extreme hats and coifs.

Tony nominee Busch (The Tale of the Allergist’s Wife, Vampire Lesbians of Sodom) is fabulous as Suzannah, articulating her fears and desires, her hopes and dreams, her pride and shame in a turn of the head, a blink of an eye, the raising of an brow, or a knowing glance at the audience. Busch has full command of the stage and the character; he performs in drag so well that his standby is Kate Hampton, a woman.

Two-time Tony winner Kaye (Phantom of the Opera, Nice Work If You Can Get It) is resplendent as the gossipy Magdalene, Borg (The Confession of Lily Dare, Judith of Bethulia) is a blast as the serious George and the mysterious Rat Wife, Gibson (Chicago Hope, Dharma & Greg) is appropriately hunky as the not-so-bad Wolf, and Cody (Shrek, Urinetown) is uproarious as the physically hampered Gerda, but Van Dyck (Hedda Gabler, Dancing at Lughnasa) gives Busch the most run for his money as the bold and brazen Hanna; the two actors chew up as much scenery as is humanly possible, matching their characters’ intense rivalry. I can’t remember the last time so many scenes in a play were greeted with instant, joyous applause.

Hovering over it all is Henrik Ibsen himself, ever-present in a large portrait on the back wall behind the settee. I’d like to think his ghost is enjoying the show as much as audiences are, if not more.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

LAURENCE FISHBURNE: LIKE THEY DO IN THE MOVIES

Laurence Fishburne debuts one-man show at PAC NYC (photo by Joan Marcus)

LIKE THEY DO IN THE MOVIES
Perelman Performing Arts Center (PAC NYC)
251 Fulton St.
Through March 31, $64-$158
pacnyc.org

I’ve been closely following the career of Laurence Fishburne since I saw Apocalypse Now when it premiered at the Ziegfeld in the summer of 1979, paying an exorbitant five bucks for a ticket and a special program. Fishburne, who was fourteen when filming got underway, played Mr. Clean, a crew member from the Bronx aboard a Navy river patrol boat heading up the Nùng River on a dangerous secret mission during the Vietnam War. On June 2, 1992, I was at the Walter Kerr Theatre, seeing August Wilson’s Two Trains Running, its first show since Fishburne had won a Tony for Best Performance by an Actor in a Featured Role in a Play two days earlier, only the second Black man to earn that honor, following Zakes Mokae in Master Harold . . . and the Boys ten years earlier. I am not a fan of entrance applause, but that night Fishburne was greeted with one of the longest and loudest ovations I’ve ever been a part of.

So I had high expectations for the world premiere of his one-man show, Like They Do in the Movies, continuing at PAC NYC through March 31. In the nearly two-and-a-half-hour presentation (including intermission), Fishburne once again displays his vast talents as a compelling storyteller; his resume consists of more than 130 film, television, and stage appearances, with five Emmys, the Tony, and an Oscar nomination to his credit.

The show gets off to a terrific beginning as Fishburne, in a black sequined dress and hood, introduces himself after a projection of dozens of his films flash past on a large rectangular screen behind him. He calls his acting career “a polite way of saying I’ve been a bullshit artist all my life.” He then tells the audience that he is going to share a series of stories in which “some are true, some pure fiction, and some are a mix of both.”

Amiable and warm, Fishburne starts by recounting his childhood; he was born in Augusta, Georgia, on July 31, 1960, and later moved to Brooklyn. His mother, Hattie Bell Crawford, was an eccentric character who operated a charm school in their home; his father, known as Big Fish, was a corrections officer and womanizer. Fishburne relates tales about his parents and grandparents as photographs of them appear on the screen. He describes his mother as having narcissistic personality disorder type 2 and says that she was sexually abusive toward him. He ends numerous deeply personal anecdotes by promising, “More about that later.” Alas, that is not always the case.

The center section, which makes up the bulk of the play, comprises five long tales that seem to have been told directly to Fishburne or that he witnessed. He enacts them in exquisite detail, performing multiple roles with great skill and changing costumes, from a casual blazer and slacks to a lush caftan to an ill-fitting sweater and street clothes. No costume designer is credited, so perhaps the duds come from his own closet.

Each of the vignettes, which might or might not be completely true, is engrossing. A tough-talking ex-con named Fitzpatrick who works for the Daily News impersonates a cop on the subway. A homeless man discusses his plans for the future as he washes cars. A lawyer wants to get his family out of New Orleans as Katrina hits but his wife, an OB/GYN nurse, has three patients ready to give birth. A retired policeman rambles on as he attempts to keep fans away from Fishburne while the actor is taking a break on a movie set. And a British ex-pat explains how he is not a pimp as he offers Fishburne his choice of women at an Australian bordello.

Director Leonard Foglia (Thurgood, which earned Fishburne a Best Leading Actor Tony nomination for his portrayal of Thurgood Marshall) keeps Fishburne moving about on Neil Patel’s set, which contains a few chairs and a table that are reconfigured for each segment. Elaine J. McCarthy’s projections display photographic backdrops helping identify locations. Tyler Micoleau’s lighting and Justin Ellington’s sound, with interstitial clips from jazz, R&B, gospel, and rock songs, are on target.

As well done as the scenes are, they don’t lend insight into Fishburne’s own character, his real self; the Australian anecdote is particularly disconcerting as the audience wonders whether Fishburne is relating an actual experience he had at a brothel.

He then returns to his personal narrative, delving into several startling family revelations and his parents’ late-in-life illnesses. He doesn’t talk about his career, and he says nothing about his partners and mentions his son Langston only once. (Fishburne has been divorced twice and has three children.) We already know that Fishburne is one of the best American actors of his generation, through his myriad outstanding performances; we want to learn more about him as an individual, as a human being, especially after he teases us in the first act. He doesn’t tie up enough loose ends, which is of course his prerogative, but days after I saw the play, I’m still wanting more. I had a similar experience at John Lithgow’s 2018 solo show, Stories by Heart, in which too much time was spent on his reenacting — brilliantly — two short stories that his father would read to him and his siblings.

In the program, Fishburne thanks Whoopi Goldberg, John Leguizamo, and Anna Deavere Smith for “showing me the way.” That trio of stalwart solo performers have mastered going between autobiography and exploring the state of contemporary culture and politics. Fishburne is eminently likable and riveting, but Like They Do in the Movies might have benefited from a better balance of the two.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

twi-ny talk: AUSTIN PENDLETON / ORSON’S SHADOW

Austin Pendleton is revisiting Orson’s Shadow for its twenty-fifth anniversary (photo by Jonathan Slaff)

ORSON’S SHADOW
Theater for the New City
155 First Ave. between Ninth & Tenth Aves.
Wednesday – Sunday through March 31, pay-what-you-can – $25
212-254-1109
www.theaterforthenewcity.net

In 1960, Orson Welles directed the first English-language adaptation of Eugene Ionesco’s fascist parable, Rhinoceros, with a cast that included Laurence Olivier and his soon-to-be third wife, Joan Plowright, as Olivier’s marriage to Vivien Leigh fell apart. It was a scandal-ridden, problematic production that would be Welles’s theatrical swan song.

In 2000, writer, director, actor, and teacher Austin Pendleton’s Orson’s Shadow opened at Steppenwolf in Chicago, a fictionalized behind-the-scenes foray into the making of that show, with actors portraying Olivier, Plowright, Leigh, Welles, critic Kenneth Tynan, and a stagehand named Sean. The play was directed by up-and-comer David Cromer.

Pendleton is revisiting Orson’s Shadow for its twenty-fifth anniversary, codirecting a slightly tweaked version at Theater for the New City, presented in association with Oberon Theatre Ensemble and Strindberg Rep. Pendleton’s play focuses on ego and legacy, the stage and the silver screen, things that the Tony winner is eminently familiar with; he has more than 160 television and film credits (My Cousin Vinnie, Homicide, Oz, Law and Order, Finding Nemo, The Muppet Movie, Catch-22) and nearly five dozen theater credits for acting and directing (Fiddler on the Roof, The Little Foxes, The Diary of Anne Frank, Between Riverside and Crazy, Life Sucks.). In 2007, he received a Special Drama Desk Award as “Renaissance Man of the American Theatre,” and his continuing legacy was celebrated in the 2016 documentary Starring Austin Pendleton.

During a wide-ranging Zoom talk that was scheduled for fifteen to thirty minutes but lasted an hour and a half, Pendleton, a true New York City raconteur who was born in Warren, Ohio, and turns eighty-four this week, discussed his superstar-filled life and career sans ego as he shared stories about working with Welles, Jerome Robbins, Lynn Redgrave, Mike Nichols, Tracy Letts, Victor Mature, and Frank Langella, among countless others. And this is only the first part of the interview; look for twi-ny’s Substack post later this week, in which Pendleton does a deeper dive into Fiddler on the Roof and Tennessee Williams.

twi-ny: In the documentary Starring Austin Pendleton, Ethan Hawke says the following about you: “If this guy didn’t look the way he looks — he’s got a stutter, he’s five-whatever-he-is, he’s a funny-looking guy, and his hair’s all screwy — he’d be Marlon Brando.” What do you think of that description?

austin pendleton: Well, anything Ethan says, I take to heart, yeah. I’ve known him for years and years.

twi-ny: You have more than two hundred television, film, and theater credits. You’ve been teaching at HB Studio since 1968, and you’ll be turning eighty-four next week.

ap: That’s right.

twi-ny: Were you born with this energy? Have you ever slowed down in your entire life?

ap: No, I never have.

twi-ny: How come? What gave you that drive?

ap: Well, let’s see. I was born into a household where my mom had been a professional actress. And then she decided to give up the profession. And you know why? Well, in the mid-1930s, she got offered a very flashy part of one of the young girls in Lillian Hellman’s play The Children’s Hour. You know that play, right?

twi-ny: Yes.

ap: And all the students in there, some of them are, you know, those are flashy parts. And she got one of them for the national tour. My dad had already proposed to her once, but she wanted to pursue a professional career, because things were looking up.

That tour of The Children’s Hour was canceled when a lot of the cities realized that the play contained a compassionate portrait of a lesbian. They wouldn’t allow it in their cities.

And then my dad proposed again, and she thought, You know, what the hell? I mean, this is no way to spend one’s life. So they got married in 1938. I was born in 1940. My younger brother was born exactly a year and a half later; my birthday is March 27, his is August 27. And then after the war, my sister was born. She lives up on a farm in the Boston area, a town called Lincoln, Mass. I go up and spend a week at her farm a few times a year.

twi-ny: You’re still very close.

ap: Oh, yeah, we’re very close. Yeah. And so then, two or three years after the war, some of the people in town — the town was Warren, Ohio — came to my mom and said they wanted to start a community theater.

The county that Warren is in in Ohio is Trumbull County, so they were calling it Trumbull New Theatre. In other words, TNT. And so the first few plays were rehearsed in our living room at night after dinner.

My brother and I after dinner would set up all the furniture in the living room to conform to the needs of the play. And then we would sneak down once the rehearsal began — we were supposed to be in bed — and watch those evening rehearsals. I was just smitten.

And that’s how I got obsessed with theater. Around that time, when I was about eight or nine years old, I developed a stutter. It got a lot worse in my teenage years. But I found that when I was acting, it didn’t happen. It was fascinating. Or it happened way less and less, how shall I say, significantly. So I was free of it pretty much a lot of the time, all through my teenage years and into my twenties.

I acted in big parts in college and all that. Then, as fate would have it, the first professional job I had when I got to New York was a play called Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma’s Hung You in the Closet and I’m Feelin’ So Sad [A Pseudoclassical Tragifarce in a Bastard French Tradition], in which the character has a stutter.

The guy who auditioned me for it was the director Jerome Robbins.

Austin Pendleton played Jonathan Rosepettle in Arthur Kopit’s Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Mamma’s Hung You in the Closet and I’m Feelin’ So Sad (photo courtesy of Arthur Kopit Papers, Fales Library, NYU)

twi-ny: I’ve heard of him.

ap: Yes, right. I read, and I auditioned for it fluently. The character speaks where he’s beginning sentences over and over again, but Jerry, who had never heard of me, of course, was impressed with the audition.

Afterward he said, Do you stutter? And I said, Well, yeah, but I’ve been in college shows and I’m fine. And he said, No, I was just curious. I’m wondering, how did he pick up that I actually stuttered?

I played it for a year. Some nights would be fine. Some nights it was okay. Some nights I would have a real problem with the stutter. And sometimes I’d have a severe problem with the stutter, and it was driving me crazy. So when that started to happen, I went to Jerry’s apartment, which is two blocks south from where I am right now. He was on East Seventy-Fourth between Lex and Third. The first audition I did was great.

Then I did a callback and the callback was just awful, not in terms of the stutter, just in terms of acting. When I auditioned for plays in college, they didn’t have callbacks. And, of course, in a callback the part is yours to lose.

I did a terrible callback. And so Jerry called me back the next day and said, What happened? And I decided to go for the truth. And I said, I didn’t know what I was doing anymore.

He said, Fine, I’ll just keep auditioning you. So six auditions, and I was beginning to give up. They improved, but they didn’t come anywhere near that first audition.

twi-ny: If they’re giving you six auditions, they’re obviously interested.

ap: Well, Jerry was famous for this. In fact, there’s an equity rule that was established later, unofficially known as the Jerry Robbins rule, in which after a certain number of auditions, the actor has to be paid to audition, because he would he would audition people a lot of times.

But also he kept auditioning me for this, because he wanted to see if I could get back to the excitement of the first audition. So I went home for Christmas finally. There was an agency that had set me up for the part, an agency I got with a friend who I’d made at the Williamstown Theatre Festival, where I’d been an apprentice.

The agency called me the day after Christmas and said, He wants to see you again. And I said, Oh, what’s the point? I don’t know how to get back to when it was really good. I just think I’d like to stay through January, here in Warren, Ohio, and chill with my friends. The lady from the Deborah Coleman agency said, So I’m to let Jerome Robbins know that you would rather chill with your friends in Warren, Ohio.

I said, Okay, you win. I flew back the next morning to New York. At that point, I roomed with about eight people on the Upper West Side, who I knew either from Warren or from college.

I went to audition, and there to read the first big scene between the boy and the girl, if you know the play, was Barbara Harris.

It soared, and we both got the parts that day. This was only a little over two weeks before rehearsals began. The mother was cast during that time, Jo Van Fleet.

twi-ny: That’s quite an auspicious beginning.

ap: Yeah, I mean, Jo Van Fleet and Barbara Harris, they were two of the best things in town.

twi-ny: Did the trouble you had over those six auditions have anything to do with your trying to control the stutter?

ap: No, it was just bad acting.

twi-ny: But then you’re with Barbara Harris and you shined.

ap: Well, I must say, anybody who couldn’t shine with Barbara Harris should have reexamined their career. So we got the parts two weeks before rehearsals. We were going to begin rehearsals on a Monday. On the Saturday night before the Monday, Barbara was staying in an apartment that some friends of hers had, because she didn’t know whether she’d be going back to Chicago or not.

She invited me to come over, and we worked on the two long scenes the boy and the girl have. My first really great acting lesson was with her that evening. Still, every time I pass the building, I kiss my hand and put it on the wall. It was on East Seventy-Fourth Street between Second and First. I did two shows there, each of which ran a long time. Oh Dad, Poor Dad, and then a musical by Gretchen Cryer and Nancy Ford called The Last Sweet Days of Isaac.

twi-ny: Right.

ap: That was there for about a year and a half. So I spent a long time at that theater, but it was torn down years ago.

twi-ny: You’re still in that neighborhood.

ap: Yeah. I still wander over there hoping the theater has somehow reappeared.

The other thing that happened was that every year during the mid-1940s, in the late 1940s, there would be a new touring company of Oklahoma! And my parents would take me, even though they were all evening shows and I was quite young.

twi-ny: Would it just be you or would your brother and sister go too?

ap: No, no, just me. And I was entranced by Oklahoma! I still am. There’s a route between Cleveland and Warren called Route 422. I remember you pass a lot of farms. I remember the moon shining down on one farm, at around midnight. On the way back from Cleveland, I remember making a vow then that I was going to be an actor.

twi-ny: Did you see the Oklahoma! that Daniel Fish did a few years ago?

ap: Oh, I loved that.

twi-ny: So did I. I wrote extremely favorably about it. The only negative comment I got online was from Oscar Hammerstein III. He was not happy with the whole production.

Barbara Blier, Barbara Maier Gustern, and Austin Pendleton performed cabaret together (photo by Maryann Lopinto)

ap: Oh, I thought it was brilliant. I think Hammerstein himself would have loved it, because he was extremely innovative. The woman who was the musical director, the musical coach for the singers, a couple of years ago, almost right now, got murdered.

twi-ny: I remember that.

ap: Barbara Maier Gustern.

twi-ny: In February 2020, my wife and I attended her eighty-fifth birthday party, a beautiful tribute to her held at Joe’s Pub. [ed. note: If Music Be the Food of Love, with Justin Vivian Bond, Taylor Mac, Diamanda Galas, Debbie Harry, Penny Arcade, John Kelly, and many others.

ap: I’m involved with a cabaret that we do three or four times a year, almost always down at Pangea on lower Second Avenue, and we had just had a rehearsal at Barbara’s apartment on West Twenty-Eighth, and she was performing in the cabaret as well. She was so excited that night. She went out to the street to hail a cab to get to Joe’s Pub, where one of her students was singing, and this terrible woman who was in a bad mood saw her across the street and pushed her hard down on the ground.

And the other Barbara, Barbara Bleier, who’s also in the cabaret, we were sitting in the outer lobby of her building. Happily a young man came along and found her and picked her up.

We were waiting for a car for Barbara Bleier to go home, and in walks Barbara Maier Gustern, her face covered in blood. We called an ambulance and the police came.

twi-ny: It was just a horrible, horrible thing.

ap: It was just this young woman who was in a bad mood, who comes from wealth. She just had an argument with her fiancé, who now of course is her ex-fiancé, and she was in a bad mood and she saw this woman across the street. She just crossed the street; they’d been in a little park on the block that Barbara Maier Gustern lived on, and the park had to be closed at 8:30, and our rehearsal ended at about 8:30. This woman got mad at the cop and so she was walking and she saw a lady walking across the street.

twi-ny: It was so random.

ap: It was terrible. I still haven’t gotten over it. The woman has been sentenced to eight or nine years.

twi-ny: You’ve been teaching at HB Studio now since 1968. With all the changes in theaters and technology and TV and streaming, are the students the same as they’ve always been or are they very different in their approach to theater these days?

ap: No. I basically teach what I learned from Uta Hagen and Herbert Berghof and Bobby Lewis. I was in a thing called the Lincoln Center Training Program, 1962–63. A whole lot of people auditioned and they picked thirty of us. The first day in September the producer, Bob White, had told us that at the end of the eight months, fifteen of us would be picked to go into the company, which was going to begin the following fall with Elia Kazan.

For a lot of the students, those eight months, which were for free, were very tense. I find I didn’t really care. I just was so happy to have the free training. When they picked the fifteen, one person they did not include was Frank Langella. I mean, I couldn’t follow the pattern of who they took and who they didn’t take. But it was a great eight months and Bobby Lewis was a great teacher, a great, great teacher. And the movement teacher was no less than Anna Sokolow.

twi-ny: Okay, so you have this history of working with amazing actors, directors, and teachers. Let’s talk about Orson’s Shadow, a play about theater, with Orson Welles, Laurence Olivier, Vivien Leigh, Joan Plowright, and Kenneth Tynan. You were asked to write the play by Judith Mihalyi, René Auberjonois’s wife.

ap: That’s right.

twi-ny: Then he decided he didn’t want to do it.

ap: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. What happened was that he was all set to do it, and then I got an offer from the company I’m a member of in Chicago, Steppenwolf, to do it. It needed to be in a small theater. The play always needs to be done in a small theater. And they had a small theater available. They had a policy that it had to be performed by ensemble members, but they were willing to forego that. They said that we could do it in the small theater with René and with Alfred Molina, who was to play Orson.

But then René and Alfred were not available. So we went ahead. The artistic director at Steppenwolf at the time was a woman by the name of Martha Lavey. She got for me the director David Cromer. She said, Can I show him the script? And if he likes it, can you talk to him? He read it and liked it. I got on the phone with him and I liked him immediately. I said to Cromer, You cast it in Chicago with any actors you want.

As it happened, they weren’t any from Steppenwolf, but they were good Chicago actors. We did it there, and it was a big success. Ben Brantley, who was then the New York Times critic, came out for a round-up of Chicago theater, and he wrote a great deal in that round-up about Orson’s Shadow.

Then all kinds of New York producers got interested, but none of them particularly wanted Cromer as the director. It happened that at the time we did the show at Steppenwolf, my friend Cherry Jones was in a show that was on the way to New York. We would have breakfast a lot, and she said when she read the reviews, Look, they’re going to try to change the personnel. Don’t let them do it. She said, I’ve been involved with shows like that out of town. They’re a big success. And then when the New York production is being considered, they want to go with big names.

I held out for Cromer for four years. All these producers, they had other things in mind. After four years, I went one night to see a play by Tracy Letts at the Barrow Street Theatre, Bug. The producer who had a lease at the theater, Scott Morfee, was there when I was picking up my tickets; he came out from the box office, which was sort of his office.

He came into to the lobby and said, Tracy tells me you have a play. I said, Yeah. He said, Can I read it? So he read it. The run of the bug play had just begun, toward the beginning of 2004. He said, Well, I think this play of Tracy’s is going to run at least till the end of the year. Can you wait? I said, Yes, I can certainly wait. He said, Now, are you serious about this Cromer thing?

I said, Well, let me put it this way. If you don’t hire David Cromer to direct this play, I will sulk. He said, Oh, that scares the shit out of me. OK, Cromer it is. I said, I’d love to have the Chicago cast too, because among the perceptive things that Ben Brantley said is that it should be played by actors who are not known to the audience. It shouldn’t be stars playing stars. And it should be in a small theater, have an informal feeling. The only actor who was not able to come in from Chicago was the actor playing Kenneth Tynan, the critic. So Tracy took over that part. And Tracy, of course, he’s a rock star. It did us no harm that an actor that charismatic was playing a critic. It was quite well received. It opened very early in 2005 and closed on New Year’s Eve.

twi-ny: And now, of course, everybody’s clamoring to have David Cromer direct their show.

ap: Yeah. He often thanks me for this. And I said, Cromer, thank you for thanking me, but it wasn’t a great gesture I was making. It was raw self-interest. I mean, you were the director for the show.

twi-ny: He’s been doing shows at Barrow Street ever since.

ap: He did that for quite a few years. But then Scott, after a while, lost his lease. But by that point, Cromer was directing all over town. And of course, he directed The Band’s Visit.

twi-ny: And you were recently on Broadway with Tracy in The Minutes.

ap: Yeah, right. So I owe a great deal to Tracy Letts.

twi-ny: We all do.

ap: Exactly. He’s an amazing actor, an amazing playwright, an amazing guy.

twi-ny: And his wife is amazing as well.

ap: Oh, Carrie [Coon]. Yeah, absolutely.

twi-ny: So here you are now, bringing Orson’s Shadow back to New York for its twenty-fifth anniversary, and this is the first time in your career that you’re directing your own play.

ap: I decided as the rehearsal time approached that I didn’t want to be the only director of it. I wanted somebody else there too. I have a friend named David Schweizer, who directed the New York premiere of one of my other plays, Booth, about the Booth family. He directed the original New York production of that play with Frank Langella. He’s a terrific director, and he’s become a good friend over the years. So I asked Oberon, I said, Okay, I have a codirector, David Schweizer, and actually he’s the director. I sit around, I throw out the odd note to the actors and all that. And I have conversations with them. But in terms of what a director ordinarily does, it’s David Schweizer.

twi-ny: Why have you never directed any of your plays before?

ap: I like to see another director’s perspective.

twi-ny: That makes sense.

ap: And I don’t fully trust myself.

twi-ny: I’m always so impressed by the projects you take on, as actor or director. You take a lot of chances, you go to tiny theaters, in experimental works, famous works.

Austin Pendleton and Lynn Redgrave starred in Cy Howard’s 1972 comedy Every Little Crook and Nanny

ap: Let me tell you a story about Lynn Redgrave. I did a movie with her, a comedy, just after I made What’s Up, Doc? I had never met her before. It was called Every Little Crook and Nanny, with Lynn and me and Victor Mature and Paul Sand. So three comic actors, but the one who had the most sure grasp of comedy in the movie, and we all agreed on this, was Victor Mature, who was also a wonderful person.

twi-ny: He’s not known for his comic chops.

ap: No. I think the last two films he made employed him as a comedian. And you suddenly realize, the industry realized, Wait, we’ve been missing out on something. I mean, he gave a lot of wonderful performances. But anyway, he was a great guy, and so that’s how I knew Lynn.

A few years later, I directed her in a Chicago production of Misalliance, the Shaw play, with Lynn and Irene Worth and Bill Atherton and Donald Moffat. It was a huge hit in Chicago and there was thought of moving it to New York, among other people by Ted Mann at Circle in the Square. So one afternoon Lynn Redgrave and I had a meeting with Ted Mann about the possibility of that production coming to his theater.

That was the day, the afternoon of which we had this meeting, when I got what I hope will remain the worst review as an actor from the New York Times that I’ll ever have. It was a production of Waiting for Godot, which was particularly difficult because I had played the same part twenty years before when I was an undergraduate at Yale, and it was so successful. That’s what impelled me to come to New York and pursue this career.

It was directed by the assistant to Beckett, who had assisted Beckett in the German production, a very sweet guy by the name of Walter Asmus. He directed the way that Beckett apparently always directed actors, down to every little detail, and I totally froze up in those rehearsals. Walter Asmus was the soul of patience, but I opened catastrophically in it.

The day after it opened the review came out in the morning in the Times, which I heard was a disaster. I didn’t read it for a year but it was horrible and it was accurate.

[ed. note: The show ran at BAM in 1978 and starred Sam Waterston as Vladimir, Pendleton as Estragon, Michael Egan as Pozzo, and Milo O’Shea as Lucky.]

ap: So I had that meeting that afternoon with Lynn and Ted Mann, and after she said, Come to the Russian Tea Room, we have time before you have to go to Brooklyn. Let me buy you a bowl of soup.

My agent has me writing a memoir and it begins with this story.

We went to the Russian Tea Room and we ordered. She said, I read the review, and I thought, Oh. She said, You’re not going to be offered a professionally significant acting job for seven years. She was correct down to the number of years. But what you have to do in the meantime is go anywhere to act. So when you do get another opportunity, seven years from now . . .

I just started acting everywhere, in showcases, in attics. My good friend, who then ran the Williamstown Theatre Festival, Nikos Psacharopoulos, would have me up there and put me in plays. I just kept acting continually for seven years and then I finally got a part in a play on Broadway by the name of Doubles about four guys [Pendleton, John Cullum, Ron Leibman, and Tony Roberts] who meet every week or a month or something to play tennis.

twi-ny: I remember when my parents saw that. They came home and gave me the signed Playbill and said that they’d just seen naked men onstage.

ap: That’s right. Yeah. Lynn Redgrave came to the opening night party. She couldn’t see the show — she was in something else — but she came to the party just to make sure everything was all right.

She had said, In England, people like my father [Sir Michael Redgrave] or John [Gielgud] or Ralph [Richardson] would get reviews as bad as the one you got this morning.

In fact, I looked up some of those reviews in a book, a collection of reviews by Kenneth Tynan. And they were pretty awful. Lynn said, in London, those reviews are forgiven. It’s always assumed the actors will be on the London stage again the following fall. But New York doesn’t forgive a review like this. So it’ll be seven years.

twi-ny: So you’re keeping yourself busy, taking all the jobs you can.

ap: Yeah, right. So in 1969, I was in the movie Catch-22, and all my scenes were with Orson Welles.

twi-ny: You played his son-in-law.

ap: Yeah.

twi-ny: He was the brigadier general, and you were the sycophantic lt. col. who he yelled at all the time.

ap: That’s right. He was fascinating and delightful on the set, but he was also a son of a bitch. He was really trying to undercut the director, Mike Nichols; he went in front of the cast, and he would instruct Mike Nichols about comedy. I mean, what can I say?

twi-ny: Nichols and May.

ap: I had worked with Mike Nichols by this point twice, once in a stage production of The Little Foxes that he directed and once under his direction of Catch-22.

twi-ny: Essentially, Orson is in charge.

ap: He just took over all our scenes. We would rehearse them, and when we were about to shoot them Orson would announce to everyone in the scene, in front of Mike, that Mike didn’t understand comedy. He wanted to play it a different way. And Mike would say, Well, if we could just try it once or twice the way I asked. Orson would do that, but he would blow lines so the takes couldn’t be used.

twi-ny: Wow.

ap: So he murdered that movie because those scenes were the comic high points of the screenplay. The screenplay was by Buck Henry, so those scenes were really funny.

twi-ny: And Buck was in the movie as well.

ap: Yes, he was in those scenes.

twi-ny: So they were all ruined.

ap: Yeah. The movie was being shot in Mexico, kind of out in the desert. The press all came down, because it was really the most anticipated movie adapted from a novel [by Joseph Heller] since Gone with the Wind. And I made a few snide remarks.

Then, after the two weeks I was there shooting, I came back to New York. The talk on Orson had always been that he made Citizen Kane, and all the movies after that were a decline. Well, it was the days of the revival houses in New York, so I began to see some of those movies that came after Kane.

And I felt really bad because I thought, These are magnificent movies, like every single one of them.

twi-ny: One after another. The Lady from Shanghai. Touch of Evil.

ap: The Magnificent Ambersons. All the Shakespeare films. And they’re compromised, you know. So I felt bad. Then, almost thirty years after we were making Catch-22, I was shooting a film in LA, and Judith Auberjonois asked me over to the house for breakfast, and she said, In 1960, Orson Welles directed Laurence Olivier in a production of Rhinoceros by Ionesco, and by the time the play opened, Orson was no longer the director; write a play about it. It was clear that she wanted me to write the role of Olivier for her husband.

I thought, I can’t do this. But the night before, I was at Schweizer’s house in LA. He had been given two copies of the biography of Orson by Simon Callow, and he gave me one of them. That happened the night before I was called over to Judith and René’s.

A couple of days later, we went upstate. I was making another Jonathan Lynn film, Trial and Error. We were up in some small town, sitting in those big chairs outside. I looked down in the dust and there was a copy of Olivier’s autobiography. This is approaching karma here. It took me three years to figure out how to structure it. But once I figured it out, I wrote it real fast, and I sent it to Steppenwolf.

I once met Vivien Leigh. That was quite a haunting meeting we had.

twi-ny: What were the circumstances?

ap: Well, it was toward the end of the year I was in Oh Dad, Poor Dad, and I had already decided to leave. But Jerry Robbins would not let me leave. He said, No, if you leave the show, the word will get out why, and you won’t ever act again, and I want you to act for the rest of your life.

twi-ny: He didn’t often say a lot of nice things to people.

Austin Pendleton originated the role of the tailor Motel Kamzoil in Fiddler on the Roof

ap: No, and sometimes he didn’t say a lot of nice things to me. But he cast me again in Fiddler on the Roof, and then he cast me in two shows that he withdrew from before rehearsals began, a thing that he frequently did, and when he left them, I left them too. He cast me four times. He came to see almost everything that I acted in for years, and he would always comment, You’re hardly stuttering at all anymore. You’re not stuttering at all. I was reading his biography by Amanda Vaill, reading about his early years, and he stuttered.

twi-ny: Oh, isn’t that interesting. That must be part of why he wanted you to succeed.

ap: Yes, exactly. The psychology of stuttering is so interesting. As soon as Jerry found his capacities as a dancer and then almost immediately after that as a choreographer, it completely went away. They’re still trying to figure out the psychology of stuttering.

twi-ny: I mean, just think how a guy could actually deliver a State of the Union address, can make it an hour-plus on his feet giving a speech.

ap: Yes, Joe and I have a lot in common.

twi-ny: Here’s my last question.

ap: You can talk as long as you want.

twi-ny: Oh, well, okay, then I have a couple of other things that I will bring up. How do you imagine Orson, if he were alive, would react to your play?

ap: Well, I think the play treats him very sympathetically. I mean, who knows what Orson would think about it? I think he might like it. He was so impossible the two weeks [on Catch-22], but then, right at the end of the two weeks — among other things, by the way, he was incredibly superstitious. One of the superstitions is on a film, you don’t start a new scene on a Tuesday. There was a scene that Mike had to begin on a Tuesday; Orson spent the whole afternoon completely blowing his lines so none of the takes could be used. He was wildly superstitious.

But he came up to me at the end of the two weeks, as we were about to depart, and he was very kind, very, very nice.

twi-ny: Part of the inspiration in writing the play was that you felt bad about the snide remarks you had made about him on that press day.

ap: That’s right.

twi-ny: So you weren’t looking to take him down a notch.

ap: Not at all.

twi-ny: It wasn’t vindictive. It was really celebratory of him and what he had done, except for maybe blowing his lines on purpose and taking over for Mike Nichols.

ap: He wanted to have directed the film. He came out and said so.

twi-ny: The characters in Orson’s Shadow are well known, and most of them had been married multiple times and had had various affairs, including one going on during Rhinoceros. Meanwhile, you have been married to the same woman, Katina Cummings, since 1970. What’s the secret to being married for fifty-plus years in this business?

ap: The secret is about 89% of the time we get along fine, and the other 11% we fight.

twi-ny: It’s a good balance.

ap: Yeah, and that keeps the blood flowing.

twi-ny: That’s great. And I see that you now have the biggest smile you’ve had during this talk, when I mentioned your wife. So the two of you are still madly in love.

ap: Yeah, yeah, we get along fine. Her sister lives just a few blocks up the road, and I love her too.

twi-ny: Life is good.

ap: Our daughter is a surgeon, and her husband’s a doctor also. They have two little kids, each of whom has taken charge of the whole situation.

twi-ny: Going back to what Ethan Hawke said about you, I don’t think Marlon Brando ever had that.

ap: I’m not sure he ever wanted it.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

THE FRIEL PROJECT: PHILADELPHIA, HERE I COME!

Gar is portrayed by two actors (A. J. Shively and David McElwee) in third Irish Rep adaptation of Brian Friel play (photo by Jeremy Daniel)

PHILADELPHIA, HERE I COME!
Irish Repertory Theatre, Francis J. Greenburger Mainstage
132 West Twenty-Second St. between Sixth & Seventh Aves.
Wednesday – Sunday through May 5, $60-$125
212-727-2737
irishrep.org

In January, I wrote that the Irish Rep’s second production in its Friel Project, Aristocrats, the follow-up to Translations, was another example of “what it does best, an exquisite revival of a superb Irish drama.” The same can be said for the third of its four-play celebration, an intimate and powerful staging of Irish dramatist Brian Friel’s 1964 international breakthrough, Philadelphia, Here I Come!

Previously presented by the company in 1990 and 2005, Philadelphia, Here I Come! takes place over the course of one night, as twenty-five-year-old Gareth Mary O’Donnell prepares to leave his hometown of Ballybeg in Ireland for a new life in America, moving in with his aunt Lizzy (Deirdre Madigan) and uncle Con (Ciaran Byrne) in Philadelphia. Gar, as he’s known, is ingeniously portrayed by two actors: David McElwee is the Public Gar, a tightly wound man incapable of speaking up for his wants and desires, described by Friel as “the Gar that people see, talk to, and talk about,” while A. J. Shively is the Private Gar, an exuberant soul aching to enjoy life’s endless pleasures, who the playwright calls “the unseen man, the man within, the conscience.” The two are side by side the entire two-hour play (plus intermission), singing and dancing, hovering behind other characters, and packing a ratty old suitcase that has to be sealed shut with rope.

Gar works for his father, S.B. (Ciarán O’Reilly), who Private Gar calls Screwballs, selling dry goods, hardware, dehydrated fish, and other disparate items. Both men are haunted by the death of Gar’s mother, Maire, who passed away three days after Gar was born. S.B. is dour and guarded, rarely saying anything of interest, barely even looking at Gar and their longtime housekeeper, Madge (Terry Donnelly). Dressed in black, as if in perpetual mourning, he sits at the small kitchen table drinking tea, reading the paper, and going back and forth between the house and the store to check on things, avoiding at all costs the topic of his son’s imminent departure.

“He’ll have something to say . . . you’ll see. And maybe he’ll slip you a couple of extra pounds,” Madge tells Gar, who responds, “Whether he says good-bye to me or not, or whether he slips me a few miserable quid or not, it’s a matter of total indifference to me, Madge.”

Meanwhile, Gar is trying to convince himself that he’s made the right choice, having previously been too frightened to ask his father for fair wages or to fight for the woman he loves, Katie Doogan (Clare O’Malley). He’s even unsure of just how close he really is with his drinking buddies, Tom (Tim Palmer), Ned (James Russell), and Joe (Emmet Earl Smith).

S. B. O’Donnell (Ciarán O’Reilly) doesn’t have much to say in Philadelphia, Here I Come! (photo by Jeremy Daniel)

Private Gar: You are full conscious of all the consequences of your decision?
Public Gar: Yessir.
Private: Of leaving the country of your birth, the land of the curlew and the snipe, the Aran sweater and the Irish Sweepstakes?
Public: I . . . I . . . I . . . I have considered all these, sir.
Private: Of going to a profane, irreligious, pagan country of gross materialism?
Public: I am fully sensitive to this, sir.
Private: Where the devil himself holds sway, and lust . . . abhorrent lust is everywhere indulged in shamelessly?
Public: Shamelessly, sir, shamelessly.
Private: And yet you persist in exposing yourself to these frightful dangers?

They are then interrupted by the sensible Madge, who chides, as if she can see and hear both of them, “Oh! You put the heart across me there! Will you quit eejiting about!”

But Gar can’t stop eejiting about as the hour of his emigration approaches.

Part of the Irish Rep’s thirty-fifth anniversary, Philadelphia, Here I Come! takes its name from the 1921 song “California, Here I Come,” in which Al Jolson, in the Broadway musical Bombo, declares, “California, I’ve been blue / Since I’ve been away from you . . . California, here I come / Right back where I started from.” California has always been the land of opportunity, where anyone has the possibility of striking it rich, from gold mining to Hollywood dreaming. Gar might be thinking the same thing about Philadelphia, but there’s an ominous undertone throughout that not only asks whether Gar will actually leave but wonders if he will eventually end up right back where he started from, as if his potential escape is doomed by the old baggage the Irish seem fated to carry.

Katie Doogan (Clare O’Malley) discusses her prospects with her father, a senator (Ciaran Byrne), in Friel revival (photo by Jeremy Daniel)

Irish Rep founding producing director O’Reilly knows this play well, and it shows in this outstanding production. O’Reilly played Private Gar in the 1990 version and directed the 2005 revival; he helms the current iteration with a gentle grace, and he plays S.B. with a quiet loneliness. Like his son, S.B. is unable to share his thoughts, which he keeps bottled up; at one point, after Gar leaves the table, S.B. returns to reading his paper, but it is upside down, a hint that he cares more than he is letting on.

Shively (A Man of No Importance) and McElwee (A Man for All Seasons) are a dynamic duo as Gar, the former spirited and lively, flitting about the stage with boundless energy, just the right foil for the latter, who wants to break out in front of other people but just can’t. They bounce around between the kitchen table and the bedroom in the back, where Public Gar puts on scratchy Mendelssohn records. The comfy but cold set is by Charlie Corcoran, with effective costumes by Orla Long, soft lighting by Michael Gottlieb, and keen sound and original interstitial music by Ryan Rumery and M. Florian Staab.

Donnelly (Juno and the Paycock) gives a tender, poignant performance as Madge, a motherly matron who has sacrificed her personal life to take care of S.B. and Gar. The rest of the ensemble is in fine form, with Fitzgerald (Katie Roche), who played Public Gar opposite O’Reilly in 1990, quirky as professor and poet Master Boyle and Con; Madigan (Coal Country) is a whirlwind as Lizzy, who is desperate to have Gar join them in Philadelphia; O’Malley (The Plough and the Stars) is sweetly innocent as Katie, who is waiting for Gar to finally step up; and Byrne (A Touch of the Poet) excels as the proper Senator Doogan and the perhaps less-than-proper Canon O’Byrne.

Philadelphia, Here I Come! is a timeless, quintessentially Irish drama from one of the best playwrights the country has produced. At one point, Lizzy, speaking about S.B., proclaims to Gar, “Sure! Sure! Typical Irish! He will think about it! And while he’s thinking about it the store falls in about his head. What age are you? Twenty-four? Twenty-five? What are you waiting for? For S.B. to run away to sea? Until the weather gets better?”

Philadelphia! is a fitting third selection for this special Irish Rep season, which began with Translations, in which the Irish watched the British literally take their language away; continued in Aristocrats, as the title characters gradually receded into fantasy, their words less and less consonant with the reality around them; and proceeds with Philadelphia!, as Gar, choking on silence, prepares to leave the only home he’s ever known for a new life in America. The Friel Project concludes May 15 – June 30 with the three-character Molly Sweeney, in which a woman seeks to restore her eyesight.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

FIASCO THEATER: PERICLES

Tony nominee Andy Grotelueschen ensures everyone has a blast at Fiasco’s Pericles at Classic Stage (photo by Austin Ruffer)

PERICLES
Classic Stage Company, Lynn F. Angelson Theater
136 East 13th St. between Third & Fourth Aves.
Through March 24, $87
classicstage.org
fiascotheater.com

Fiasco Theater is not afraid to tackle difficult, challenging, lesser-known Elizabethan works, reviving them with its unique combination of joy and ingenuity. The company’s inaugural production was William Shakespeare’s Cymbeline, in 2009, and it has since staged Measure for Measure, The Two Gentlemen of Verona, and the more familiar Twelfth Night while also presenting Molière’s The Imaginary Invalid and Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods and Merrily We Roll Along.

Last spring Fiasco teamed up with Red Bull Theater for a rollicking version of Francis Beaumont’s 1607 comedy The Knight of the Burning Pestle. During the pandemic, Red Bull took a deep dive into the Bard’s Pericles — its inaugural show, in 2003 — featuring readings and discussions with actors and literary experts, placing the work, which has been rarely performed in New York, save for Trevor Nunn’s entertaining adaptation at TFANA in 2016, into contemporary context.

The fearless Fiasco has now breathed new life into Pericles, a mess of a play — not published in the First Folio — that meanders and wobbles through an Iliad/Odyssey-style adventure; the first two acts were most likely written by pamphleteer and innkeeper George Wilkins, author of the 1608 novel The Painful Adventures of Pericles, Prynce of Tyre, excerpts of which appear in Fiasco’s version.

As the audience enters Classic Stage’s Lynn F. Angelson Theater, members of the cast greet them with friendly chatter. The set is spare: an open space with wooden boxes of various sizes, including a coffin, that arrive and depart, carried by the actors, serving as chairs, benches, and ships. Hanging across the back is a cream-colored sheet of sackcloth with three doorways cut into it. The episodic stories follow Pericles as he escapes Tyre in Phoenicia, sails to Tarsus, gets shipwrecked in Pentapolis, and eventually decides to return home. Lovely songs appear here and then, offering a respite from the nearly incomprehensible plot.

Jessie Austrian and Emily Young play multiple roles in unique Shakespeare adaptation (photo by Austin Ruffer)

In order to gain the hand of the daughter (Emily Young) of King Antiochus (Noah Brody), Pericles must solve a riddle that will lead to his death whether he answers it correctly or not. Helped by the loyal Helicanus (Paul L. Coffey), he heads out to sea. On his trip he marries Thaisa (Jessie Austrian), daughter of Simomedes (Andy Grotelueschen), king of Pentapolis, and they have a daughter, Marina; Thaisa apparently dies in childbirth, while Pericles is later told that Marina, who he left in the care of Cleon (Devin E. Haqq) and Dionyza (Tatiana Wechsler), the king and queen of Tarsus, is dead as well. Years later, the very alive Marina (Young) is almost murdered before being captured by pirates and brought to a brothel in Mytilene run by a Bawd (Austrian), who decides to sell Marina’s virginity to the governor, Lysimachus (Paco Tolson). It all builds to an emotional, powerful conclusion.

Pericles was popular in its time, but one of the main rubs against it is how the chapters don’t flow into one another smoothly; they feel like individual short stories tossed together, as if amid a storm, with themes ranging from incest and hunger to jealousy and grief. But Fiasco has done a terrific job linking the disparate scenes, or at least as much as humanly possible; another achievement is trimming it down to two hours with intermission.

The sections are introduced by Gower, engagingly portrayed by director Ben Steinfeld, who narrates the tale, playing rather folky acoustic guitar and speaking directly to the audience. Early on, he sings, “Now Pericles, the prince of Tyre, / To honor’s grace he did aspire. / But life did send him endless trials, / As he sailed the sea for countless miles. / And with each test or twist of fate / He became a different person straight!”

Pericles’s growth as an individual, facing tragedy after tragedy as he seeks grace, unfolds by having four actors play him — Tolson, Wechsler, Brody, and Haqq — each taking over in a cleverly choreographed switch of bodies. It might be perplexing at first, but it makes sense as the show continues, adding not only a dash of inventiveness but an intriguing opportunity for the audience to guess which actor will wear the crown next and how they will depict the prince.

The nine-person cast gleefully handles more than two dozen parts, making small augmentations to Ashley Rose Horton’s somewhat makeshift classical costumes of white outfits and brown sandals. Standing out are Austrian (Cymbeline, Into the Woods), Young (Cymbeline, Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson), and Tony nominee Grotelueschen (Tootsie, Assassins), who is boisterous and energetic throughout.

Fiasco might not have solved the many problems of Pericles — which has never been on Broadway, has never been adapted into a film, and has been staged at the Public’s Shakespeare in the Park only once, fifty years ago — but in this iteration, you’re likely not to worry too much about the details; rather, you’ll just have a grand old time.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

THE NOTEBOOK: THE MUSICAL

Teens Allie (Jordan Tyson) and Noah (John Cardoza) fall in love in The Notebook (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

THE NOTEBOOK
Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre
236 West 45th St. between Broadway & Eighth Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through July 7, $74-$298
notebookmusical.com

“I don’t think there was any way I could have imagined that it would become as successful as it did. It’s like catching lightning in a bottle,” former pharmaceutical salesman Nicholas Sparks told Show Daily about his blockbuster debut novel, 1996’s The Notebook, which was lifted out of a literary agency slush pile. The tearjerker spent more than a year on the bestseller list, though it never reached number one. It caught lightning in a bottle again in 2004, when it was adapted into a hugely successful film, directed by Nick Cassavetes and starring Ryan Gosling, James Garner, Rachel McAdams, Gena Rowlands (Nick’s mom), Joan Allen, James Marsden, and Sam Shepard.

The novel and film had plenty of naysayers, decrying it as sentimental claptrap; the movie is certified Rotten on Rotten Tomatoes, but it won eight Teen Choice Awards as well as Best Kiss at the MTV Movie Awards. It knows its audience. (For the record, I have not read the book nor seen the film.)

The third time is unlikely to be the charm for the haters out there, as The Notebook is now a Broadway musical, running at the Gerald Schoenfeld Theatre through July 7. If this iteration is a hit, it won’t be because of quality, which it is sadly lacking.

The show features underwhelming music and lyrics by American singer-songwriter Ingrid Michaelson and a tepid book by Bekah Brunstetter, who has written such plays as The Cake and Oohrah! and was a writer, story editor, and Emmy-nominated producer on This Is Us. Incorporating elements from both the novel and the film, the narrative moves between 1967, 1977, and 2021 in an unnamed mid-Atlantic town.

John Cardoza, Dorian Harewood, and Ryan Vasquez portray the same character at three different times in The Notebook (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

It opens with an older man watching two teenagers meet and fall instantly in love. “Time to get up, time to get up now / And let the bones crack into place / I look in the mirror, I see an old man / But in my eyes, a young man’s face,” the old man sings. “Time, time time time / It never was mine, / mine mine mine / But you know what is? / Love, hope, breath, and dreams / As cliché as that seems.” Cliché becomes a kind of leitmotif throughout the show’s 140 minutes (with intermission).

In 2021, Noah (Dorian Harewood) is in an extended caregiving facility reading from a handwritten notebook to Allie (Maryann Plunkett), whose dementia is worsening. As he reads, scenes from the notebook are acted out onstage by the teenage Allie (Jordan Tyson) and Noah (John Cardoza) in 1967 and the twentysomething Allie (Joy Woods) and Noah (Ryan Vasquez) ten years later.

The plot is the classic hardworking tough guy meets rich girl, rich girl’s parents (Andréa Burns and Dorcas Leung) break them apart, boy joins the army with his best friend (Carson Stewart), girl finds a respectable lawyer (Chase Del Rey) to marry, boy and girl imagine what might have happened had they stayed together. The older Noah believes that by telling the story to Allie over and over again, it might help her regain at least some of her memories, while the nurse (Burns) insists Noah follows the rules and his physical therapist (Stewart) tries to get him to get treatment for his ailing knee, but Noah has more important things on his mind.

The narrative goes back and forth in time, occasionally with some Allies and Noahs watching the others. Diverse, race-blind casting is one of the best things to happen to Broadway in recent years, but The Notebook takes it to new, confusing levels. The three Noahs and the three Allies are different sizes, different heights, and different colors. Tyson and Cardoza lack the necessary chemistry to kick things off; Woods and Vasquez have more passion, but the story keeps their characters apart for too long. By the time you figure out what is happening with the older Noah and Allie, it’s too late, although there are a few touching moments between them near the end, and the handling of the painting is the most successful part of the show.

Maryann Plunkett, Joy Woods, and Jordan Tyson portray the same character at three different times in The Notebook (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

Codirectors Michael Greif (Dear Evan Hansen, Next to Normal) and Schele Williams (Aida, The Wiz) are unable to rein in the overall befuddlement on David Zinn and Brett J. Banakis’s rustic set, which switches from a nursing home to a historic house that needs significant work; there’s also a pool of water in the front of the stage where Allie and Noah swim and play. When boredom sets in, you can check out Ben Stanton’s lighting design, which features dozens of narrow, cylindrical, fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling with bulbs at the bottom that make them look like big pens (that one might, say, use to write in a notebook?). The lighting also casts a cool shimmer when it focuses on the pool.

The score, with arrangements by Michaelson and music supervisor Carmel Dean and orchestrations by Dean and John Clancy, can’t keep pace with the narrative, slowing it down dramatically. When teenage Allie asks teenage Noah if he has a pen and he says, “Why would I have a pen?,” I pointed up at the lights. When Middle Noah sings, “Leave the Light On,” I suddenly felt as if I were in a Motel 6 advertisement. And when the young Allie and Noah sing about his chest hair — twice — but Cardoza doesn’t have any, I wondered if it was meant to be a tongue-in-cheek joke. (If it was, it didn’t draw laughs.)

It’s a treat to see Tony winner Plunkett (Agnes of God, Me and My Gal) and Emmy nominee and NAACP Image Award winner Harewood (Streamers, Jesus Christ Superstar), and Woods (Six, Little Shop of Horrors) nearly steals the show with her solo turn in “My Days”; when she sings, “Where am I going,” I could only think that she has a big future ahead of her.

The musical probably has a big future ahead of itself too, naysayers be damned.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]