October 12, 2019

"The Great Society" Is, Sadly, Not Great

Lyndon Johnson has long been one of my favorite presidents. I know that’s heresy for a baby boomer like me to say. Johnson was a big, crude Texan who famously bullied people, regularly used the N-word and disastrously widened the war in Vietnam. But he was also committed from his earliest days to making life better for poor people and he summoned up all of his political power to push through the Civil Rights Act of 1964. Plus he was the kind of larger-than-life character who might have propelled a Greek tragedy or a Shakespearean drama. And so I was intrigued by Robert Schenkkan’s decision to write a two-part play about him.

The first, All the Way, dealt with the glory days of the Johnson presidency, chronicling his campaigns to pass the civil rights bill and to defeat Barry Goldwater in the 1964 election. I had mixed feelings about that show but it won the Tony for the best play of 2014.  And like everyone else, I was wowed by Bryan Cranston’s vibrant performance as LBJ, which won him a Tony too.

Now has come the sequel, The Great Society, which is scheduled to run at Lincoln Center Theater’s Vivian Beaumont Theater through Nov. 24. It focuses on the administration’s darker days as Johnson struggled to balance the growing demands of the war in Southeast Asia, his futile attempts to keep the peace as African-Americans became more militant in pursuit of their rights and his continuing desire to fight poverty with the programs whose collective sobriquet gives the show its title.

It’s a tale of hubris that’s inherently dramatic but Schenkkan and director Bill Rauch fail to bring it to life. Except for an attempted accent here or there, almost none of the 14 actors in the cast look or sound like their real-life counterparts. And that includes the Scottish actor Brian Cox, who comes off as more of a feisty bull dog than the fearsome Grizzly bear that Johnson was.

Cox is a gifted actor who has won acclaim for playing King Lear for London's Royal Shakespeare Company and the domineering billionaire patriarch on the HBO series “Sucession.” And he works hard here to show the more sympathetic side of Johnson that Schenkkan clearly wants to bring out (click here to read an interview with the actor).

But try though he might, Cox doesn’t manage to convey the emotional journey that Johnson took to get there. One minute he's the wily politician bending others to his will; the next he’s a man hollowed out by the compromises he’s been forced to make. What we don’t see, or at least feel, is how he got from the first point to the last, which is, of course, this story’s true tragedy.

The storytelling is also undercut by having all of the other actors play multiple characters. Rauch has assembled an impressive ensemble that includes Grantham Coleman, Marc Kudisch, Bryce Pinkham, Frank Wood and Richard Thomas. But though they change wigs and outfits, it’s still hard to keep track of who is who when, for example, the same actor plays Richard Nixon and George Wallace. Or when another actor plays three different aides to Martin Luther King Jr.

Speaking of which why does the show need all three of those aides?  I doubt that most of today's audience members will be familiar with Bob Moses, Hosea Williams, or the Rev. James Dobynes. Or for that matter with the Johnson men Clark Clifford, Deke Deloach or William Westmoreland.

The production seems to know that too since the program includes an insert with mini-descriptions of the three dozen or so principal characters. The befuddled woman seated next to me took out her cellphone during the middle of the first act, turned on its flashlight app and vainly tried to match the names on the card to the actors onstage.

The entire 2-hour-and-40 minute-evening is similarly frustrating. For it's little more than a historical pageant in which famous (or not so famous) figures show up, have someone call them by their name to let the audience know who they are and then walk off after saying, or shouting (there's a lot of shouting) a few lines.

The history is wobbly too. Johnson and King meet so regularly in The Great Society that you might wonder how either found time to do anything else.  And while Johnson did have a black secretary just as he does in the show, her real life story unspooled very differently and so didn’t have the impact on a crucial decision that the president makes in this version.

When you get right down to it, I can’t figure out why Schenkkan decided to write these docudramas. He hasn’t really dramatized Johnson’s story and he doesn’t offer any new revelations about his presidency or any useful parallels with the current occupant of the office. LBJ had his flaws but he deserves better than this.

October 5, 2019

"The Height of the Storm" Falls Short

French playwright Florian Zeller tends to wield a double-edged sword. Although he only recently turned 40, Zeller writes big juicy parts for older actors. The problem is that he inevitably portrays those characters as senile as he did with The Father (which I loved) or psychotic as he did with The Mother (which I didn’t care for; click here to read my review of that one). Note to Zeller: age and mental instability are not synonymous.

His latest, The Height of the Storm, which is playing at Manhattan Theatre Club’s Friedman Theatre through Nov. 24, is a tale of age-related madness reminiscent of The Father, for which Frank Langella rightly won his fourth Tony Award.

That drama simulated the mind of a man succumbing to dementia by constantly changing the scenery around him and having multiple actors play the same characters in his life, which allowed people in the audience to viscerally share his disorientation. Piecing together the jumbled parts of his memory was an emotionally wrenching experience that deepened my empathy for people with Alzheimer’s.

This new play is disorienting too (Christopher Hampton does the English translation) but its confusions don’t pay off anywhere near as satisfyingly. The setting, beautifully designed by Anthony Ward, is an elegant old country house in which, it seems, someone has recently died and others are in mourning and struggling to figure out how to go on without that loved one.

But the relationships between the characters in The Height of the Stormare elusive and their exchanges enigmatic. Even the very existence of some of them is unnecessarily uncertain.

Zeller and director Jonathan Kent (click here to read an interview with him) clearly intend this meditation on love and loss to be a mind-twister that will make theatergoers feel smart as they sift through and deconstruct clues suggested by Hugh Vanstone’s subtle lighting and Paul Groothuis’ haunting soundscape.

But the play’s insistent inscrutability simply struck me as a gratuitous gimmick, a kind of choose-your-own-adventure story that is neither as clever nor profound as it pretends to be. I don’t need a play to spell everything out for me. But I also don't want to feel that the playwright is idly fooling around with me.

Here I felt as though Zeller had just whipped out the formula he used with The Father (even the main male character’s name, André, is the same) plugged in a few additions (among the survivors are two daughters, the fiancé of one and a mystery woman) and then crossed his fingers that it might work again.

And yet the leading performances are sublime. For actors are the superheroes of theater. The Height of the Storm may be a lumbering affair but Eileen Atkins and Jonathan Pryce hoist it onto their backs and almost make it soar.

His is the flashier role. This André is a celebrated writer now grown frail and Pryce, deftly working the spaces between the lines of dialog, captures the arrogance of a man used to being catered to, peevish over having lost so much of that power and dreading what may come next. It’s a devastating performance.

Atkins is given the thinner gruel of playing “the good wife” and so gets extra points for turning that part into such a full meal, and doing so without resorting to any histrionics. 

Whether she’s peeling mushrooms or pouring a cup of tea, her Madeleine conveys full knowledge of how flawed her partner of 50 years is and how, despite his failings, her love for him is unshakeable and eternal. 

The final moment between these two great actors almost balances out the annoyances of the rest of the play. Almost.