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.
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.
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