Daniel Tatar and Misty Cotton in The Last Five Years / Craig Schwartz
This season the Pasadena Playhouse had an artistic achievement in Cornerstone's AsYou Like It. But it did not muster the business it deserved. It attracted betteraudiences with Diva and Sherlock Holmes, but that also got deservedly negativereviews. Finally, with Jason Robert Brown's The Last Five Years, in repertorythrough August 6 with I Do, I Do under the chuppah of The Marriage Plays, theyhave a production of quality that should generate a healthy quantity of sales. TheLast Five Years combines an intriguing structure, Brown's semi-confessional story setto engaging music and lyrics, and director Nick Degruccio's ability to whip it togetherto showcase the irresistible talents of his stars, Misty Cotton and Daniel Tatar.
The self-mocking Sondheim characters who sang, "Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground; you inmid-air," would get a kick out of the elaborate teeter-totter Brown has devised to motor The Last FiveYears. The play has two timelines: Cathy's, which moves backwards through the past five years, andJamie's, which begins five years ago and proceeds forward to today. The equal time formula, however,doesn't translate to even-handed stories, as Brown stacks the deck in Jamie's favor. When we meet Cathy(Cotton), to open the show, she's tearfully tearing the last letter from Jamie (Tatar), a man withwhom she evidently has been deeply involved and will now greatly miss. Jamie then bounces in on air forhis first tune. Which of the two would you want to spend the show watching? The woman who just losther man or the guy who's met the girl of his dreams? What's more, Jamie's getting some traction on hiswriting career. As one will make his way in the world; the other will retreat into memories of better times.
Director Degruccio keeps it moving with musical director-pianist David O – last seen as musical director-pianist of A Noise Within's gleeful Ubu Roi – and cellist Sarah O'Brien. The singers and musicians keep the ballads lush and the up-tempo tunes jumping. The two singers excel in different but complementary styles.Cotton has great power, but colors the delivery of each song with the right emotion. She has to start theshow on the losing end, but manages to mitigate that by maintaining her strength. The sadness, though itcan definitely be felt, never compromises her clarity of character. Tatar, while not as strong a singer,particularly at the top and bottom of the registers, also packs his numbers with personality to burn. Hisspecial knack for blues and rock inflection is layered on his charisma. The whole show has that kind ofappeal.
Part of the reason this production may seem weightier than the off-Broadway premiere a few years back issimply the theater itself. Crowded in a corner of the Minetta Lane, the New York set's upstage wall feltjammed in. Here, Tom Buderwitz's series of 15 empty frames is hung on a large broken rectangle that iscomfortably framed by the proscenium. It tells its own tale of the marriage. Photos of the couple fromhappier times are shown one by one to illustrate songs. These snapshot memories will survive, Degruccioand Buderwitz allow, even when the big picture of the relationship is in pieces. As time moves along, eachcharacter will come to appreciate the good times. For the Pasadena Playhouse, Last Five Years is a good time they'll benefit from immediately.
Tessa Thompson, Tom Irwin and Frances Conroy in Pyrenees / Spencer Weiner, Los Angeles Times
The Pyrenees that give David Greig's play its title and backdrop, while not the highestmountains in Europe, provide plenty of height from which to fall. And missteps thatlead to falls, whether from a mountain peak or from a marriage vow, are what Mr.Greig has in his viewfinder here. Unfortunately, the view is blurred with enoughambiguities, intentional and/or inadvertent, to cloud the mystery with mystery. We'relost in the mountains with a two-sided map that ultimately may not be of any useanyway. Under Neel Keller's careful pacing, which sometimes treads too slowly, thisAmerican premiere by the author of The Cosmonaut's Last Message to the Woman HeOnce Loved in the Former Soviet Union, remains intriguing, however, thanks to aquartet of actors who give the drift real mooring.
A middle-aged man (Tom Irwin) has fallen from a precipice and landed without identification or memory. Hedoes have a briefcase full of money, however. As the play begins, Anna (Tessa Thompson), a youngBritish Embassy official dispatched to help him regain his bearings, is questioning him. His speech has beenenough to signal the British in nearby Marseilles that he is one of them. This is the second time this year thatwe have had the curtain rise on a principal character who does not know who they are. In Lee Blessing'swonderful A Body of Water at the Old Globe there were two, and neither knew themselves or the other. In that case, there was one person with memory and two without. Even though the person who knew herselfchanged her story occasionally, a sense of what was real did emerge by play's end. Here, there are threepeople with memory, and their motives and roles in the confused man's life are undercut by one another andthemselves. There is even a hint of an otherworldly presence, hidden in one character's illness.
In a provocative Mark Wendland letterbox design that recalls Maxfield Parrish composition, we are set on theterrace of a hotel overlooking the Pyrenees. Something about Anna is odd. She speaks as if she'sconducted similar interviews before, but her familiarity with equipment and protocol indicates she has not.Also odd is Anna's willingness to cross the diplomatic line with the older man, who is understandablysmitten.
There are two other people at the hotel, the proprietor (Jan Triska), an infuriating passive-aggressive, and amysterious middle-aged woman named Vivienne (Frances Conroy). Vivienne and the man are able to seebeyond the proprietor's quirky, hostile or helpful intrusions. Audience members, like Anna, will be lesssuccessful. Triska is as over the top as Conroy is steady. It's a nice teeter-totter balance that helps shifts themood beyond the central man and Anna. But how the older folks ever embraced him to understand hishabits is another mystery.
This all sets the stage for the series of revelations that are counter-balanced by uncertainty over the peoplemaking the disclosure or the information itself. Mysteries abound and viewers can stitch together alternatemaps to the heart of the matter. Ultimately, Greig says, we can not escape who we are. The man hasprobably faked his death and, to stay anonymous, headed off with nothing more than a suitcase full ofmoney and no identification. His plan was to appear to have drowned at sea and leave not trace of a body. But despite literally losing his mind, the past followed him. In the final analysis, there feels to have been toomuch moving the goal posts for a clear sense of the finish line. However, with such a fine cast as this togive these people solid footing on such slippery slopes, it as a beautiful theatrical landscape as its dramaticnamesake.
Deirdre Lovejoy, Janet Zarish and Jackie Hoffman in The Sisters Rosensweig / Craig Schwartz
Six months after Wendy Wasserstein's death at 55, the Old Globe Theatre has givenher 1991 The Sisters Rosensweig a production that is a warm reminder of hercontributions. Now, her book closed, assessments can weigh her work for its socialsignificance, its artistic strength, and its entertainment value. In San Diego, underthe direction of David Warren, we feel the solid structure, glimpse its politicalambitions, and are completely caught up in its humor and heart.
The play's four women (three sisters and one's daughter), able to unyoke from historic subservient roles, aren't any happier for it in Wasserstein's world. In fact, they haven't moved very farbeyond The Constant Wife, Somerset Maugham's social comedy set 70 years earlierand staged several months earlier at the Globe. As far as the Jewish question ofconcern to Rosensweigs and Wassersteins the world over, its specifics do not breakit from the universal message for any immigrant, minority or family group that we arestrongest when we remain true to who we are. Because Warren lets the story playwithout heavy underscoring of points to be made, The Sisters Rosensweig emergesas a fairly old-fashioned, big-hearted, eight-character comedy about love and loss andhow balancing that equation gets harder as years advance. And, for the coup degrace, she's created a scene stealing, crowd-pleasing character that Noel Cowardcould not have written any better.
Like Constant Wife, Rosensweig has a large, single set that is the high-ceilinged sitting room of a wealthy home in London. This one is owned and operated by Sara Goode (Janet Zarish), the bright andindependent single mother of a bright and independent coed, Tess (Stephanie Nava), about to bolt the nestfor a Balkan war zone with her boyfriend (Mark J. Sullivan). A successful Hong Kong banker (asevidenced by the rich but impersonal decor), Sara will cross the threshold into her 55th year during theplay's two-day time frame. To celebrate the event are her two sisters, the bright, independent andglobetrotting travel writer Pfeni (Deirdre Lovejoy) and the married, mother-of-four sister Gorgeous (JackieHoffman).
Gorgeous, while embracing her family ties, is still bright and independent enough to have herown talk radio show back in Boston. Also along is Pfeni's theater director boyfriend. Jeffrey (Tom Nelis),and his friend Merv (Mark Blum), a Jewish furrier from New York in London for business and visits withthe old friend whose shows he helps costume. Everybody's got somebody to love, except Merv, whosewife died a few years earlier. Sara's choice, however, is the arrogant, distant and possibly anti-SemiticNick (Marty Lodge). Merv makes his move to the Goode when he senses the man Sara has chosen is not "emotionally available," while making herself unavailable to her own Jewish heritage. Mervmoves to reconnect her with her roots as he moves to connect himself with her.
The performers are all excellent, with Nelis milking the bisexual Jeffrey for all he's worth on both sides ofthe bed. As Gorgeous, Hoffman is more of a question. Her voice and delivery are instantly winning, butthey don't vary from situation to situation. This adds to the odd sense that the sisters – when they finallyget a scene alone near the end of the play – resort to schtick. Eventually, that is dropped for the kind ofheart to heart you'd expect from them in private. It's a minor defect in a script that in the final analysis is more mid-Century than end-of-the-century. And, when it provides the satisfaction it does, who's to kvetch.
'Seinfeld' fanatic tip: Zarish is the woman at the rental car counter who gets Jerry's explanation of the difference between "taking" a reservation, and "holding" a reservation.