archetypal america
by Douglas Messerli
Thornton Wilder Our Town / the production I saw was at the Barrow Street Theatre, New York, May 10, 2009
Over the years, however, it has seemed to me that this archetypal drama
without sets or costumes has gotten a little stale. Howard and I attended a
production at Arena Stage in Washington, D.C. around 1973, when they also
performed that work, among others, in the Soviet Union.
I remember that production primarily for the acting by Robert Prosky as
the stage manager. Prosky performed it in a manner that was so
"folksy," I could hardly bare the sentimentality of the piece. A 2003
television production starring Paul Newman and directed by James Naughton
seemed even more lifeless.
I also have the feeling that over the years that in some productions
more and more props have crept onto the stage despite Wilder's insistence that
the play use only three props at most. But perhaps this is just an illusion
brought about by the busy verisimilitude of the productions I've seen.
The stage manager of this version, Cromer himself, lost the New England
accent usually lathered on in heavy doses, and spoke in a more appealing
everyday quality, sometimes injecting energy through his hurried asides into a
work that has a tendency in its slow spin of story-telling to fall into
lethargy. With only two tables, and four chairs Cromer created a believable
pair of houses in which live the Gibbs and the Webbs, whose children grow up,
marry, and die in a few short hours. The abandonment of the New Hampshireisms
was a particular advantage, I felt, since the play is so universally
"American"—however one defines that—that this work has always seemed
to be more at home in the author's home state of Wisconsin. Wherever Grovers
Corners is, it exists more in the mind that in reality, and to place it in any
particular locale seems to me beside the point.
So casual were the actors, dressed in mostly contemporary clothing, that
even the heart-rending wedding scene and the nearly impossible-to-perform
cemetery conversation among the dead lost a great deal of its sentimentality.
Interestingly, after paring down the characters’ lives and actions to
almost abstract imitations of life, Cromer pulled out the naturalistic stops,
so to speak, for the famous final scene when Emily Webb (Jeniffer Grace in this
production) asks to go back "home" for one day in her life. Suddenly
a curtain behind the stage was opened to reveal an entire kitchen, with a table
set with plates, silverware, napkins, a working water pump and a stove where
Emily's mother, costumed in turn-of-the-century dress, fries up bacon and
pancakes. The startling comparison of the abstractness of the rest of the
production with this highly realist scene brought home, with amazing results,
one of Wilder's major themes, that we are too busy living life to really see
it. Perhaps only the dead can truly smell the coffee, but on the Mother's Day
Sunday I visited this play, the entire audience shared in the experience, as
tears fell from nearly everyone's eyes. In a strange way, it was if Wilder had
restated, within a narrow realist context, Ionesco's absurdly comic
observations about living and death.
Los Angeles, May 29, 2009
Reprinted from USTheater, Opera, and Performance (May 2009).
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