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Kellie Overbey, Emily Walton and Mary Bacon in Women Without Men

Review | Women Without Men | By Hazel Ellis | Directed by Jenn Thompson | Mint Theater

… the test is in the work … 

This richly characterized and surprising play by a pioneering Irish woman playwright tells us that —– women without men are a very sad lot!  It’s a fine play though.

The teachers’ lounge of Malyn Park, a private girls’ Protestant boarding school in Ireland in 1937-38 is a hothouse of intense interactions, especially when a new hire, the pretty, young Jean Wade, joins those who’ve been teaching classes and grading papers there “forever.”

Kellie Overbey, Emily Walton and Mary Bacon in Women Without Men

Kellie Overbey, Emily Walton and Mary Bacon. Photo: Richard Termine

Perky, modern Jean soon rubs almost everybody the wrong way.  Her missteps with the entrenched teachers and clashes with their idiosyncracies are amusing – for us, but they get Jean into a lot of hot water with other denizens of the teachers’ lounge.

Jean’s vivacity and can-do approach – she gets the girls involved in putting on a play – make her the students’ favorite — and the target of Ruby Ridgeway, who was the previous favorite teacher.   Then there’s prissy Miss Connor, who has been working for twenty years on a manuscript compiling “beautiful acts” that people do, and who senses at once – correctly — the new and more sophisticated teacher’s dismissal of this life work.  Margaret Willoughby, played with witty nastiness by Aedin Moloney,  throws catty remarks in Jean’s direction, too, but she’s a teacher with nasty remarks for everybody, including her students.

Emily Walton as Miss Jean Wade and Alexa Shae Niziak as Peggy Summers in Women Without Men by Hazel Ellis, Mint Theatre Production

Emily Walton and Alexa Shae Niziak. Photo: Richard Termine

“Politics” erupt here, as everywhere humans gather, and part of the humor and touching quality of this play is that the turf wars, jockeying for advantage, and general animosities are as hot and tenacious in the teachers’ lounge of a small girls’ school as they are on the global scale.

But what is remarkable, and unlike most political situations, is that there are no alliances.  Nobody is friends here.  The intelligent Miss Strong appreciates Jean’s youthful optimism and can-do spirit but has perfected keeping out of the tempests in this teapot as her way to survive.  Thus, at the play’s dramatic turning point, when Jean is accused of doing something mean, vile and destructive, the best Miss Strong can do in the face of damning evidence is withhold her judgment:  she’s not a true ally.

Something mean, vile and destructive has indeed happened, Miss Connor is the victim, and the play takes on some of the character of a whodunit.  Although all evidence and animosity point to Jean as the perpetrator, we know she didn’t do it and have a pretty good idea of who did.  The suspense lies in how she will clear her name.

And the special brilliance of the play is that she doesn’t!

The unexpected plot twist is based partly on Jean’s goodness of character, but equally on her arrogantly stated view that what happens among this group of women without men, although of intense personal importance, doesn’t matter at all to anybody in the larger world.   Her salvation:  none other than her fiancé waiting outside to take her away forever in a fine car.

Emily Walton as Miss Jean Wade,Dee Pelletier as Mademoiselle Vernier, Aedin Moloney as Miss Margaret Willoughby and Kate Middleton as Miss Ruby Ridgeway.

Emily Walton, Dee Pelletier, Aedin Moloney and Kate Middleton. Photo: Richard Termine

It’s exciting, and redeeming for the play, that the main character focus shifts:  we’d thought all along that it was Jean but it turns out to be Miss Connor, the fussy deluded “author” who had tried to do Jean in.  Following Jean’s lead, we’d learned to dismiss Miss Connor, to distrust her and to dislike her yet, by the end, she has our full compassion.  It comes as a surprise but this is Miss Connor’s story.   That’s a remarkable feat of characterization for the playwright, and also for Kellie Overbey in the roll of Miss Connor who draws us deeply into this lonely woman’s heart.

Among the beautifully acted roles in this ensemble play, Emily Walton exudes youthful energy and certainty as Jean Wade.  Mary Bacon barely lets you see the cracked heart behind the practiced detachment with which she navigates the teachers’ lounge, and her life.  Dee Pelletier is funny and moving as the French teacher, Mademoiselle Vernier, her isolation compounded by coming from elsewhere.  Kate Middleton conveys the controlled rage of being pushed aside as favorite teacher by Jean, while continuing to do her job.  In a sense all these women have been pushed aside, and continue to do their jobs, and Women Without Men makes us feel the heroism in that.

Alexa Shae Niziak conveys the complexity of Peggy Summers, a talented actress for the school play, with a school girl crush on Jean and – almost a bad seed – irrepressibly transgressive.  Shannon Harrington makes us smile with her seriousness as King John in the school play.

Thanks to the Mint Theater, and to Producing Artistic Director Jonathan Bank, for producing this little known play, and introducing us to the paradoxes in this work by a successful pioneer woman playwright. Hazel Ellis acted for Dublin’s Gate Theatre and, evidently to everyone’s surprise, became the author of two successful plays, Portrait in Marble, about Lord Byron, of 1936, and Women Without Men of 1938 – and no more plays after that.

In Women Without Men, although they may try to evade it, the lot of unmarried women is lonely and sad with friendships among women elusive.  Jean is the lucky one—she has a fiancé to rescue her, so it’s surely not a “feminist” play. But the true test is in the work:  Hazel Ellis has given us a fine and compelling play.

It’s not just “Who knew?” when one sees a superb production of little known works from the past produced by the Mint – it’s “Thank Heavens we know now”!

Women Without Men plays at City Center Stage II, in midtown Manhattan, through March 26, 2016.  For more information and tickets, click here.

Review | Natural Affection by William Inge | Directed by Jenn Thompson | TACT, The Actors Company Theatre

… It’s no Picnic … 

… but it’s engaging and suspenseful, and in this beautifully produced, well cast and acted production, it gives a chance to see a rarely produced play by William Inge.

Inge is, after all, one of America’s most successful and prolific playwrights – author of Come Back, Little Sheeba, Picnic (1953 Pulitzer Prize), Bus Stop, The Dark At The Top of the Stairs, as well as screenplays including Splendor in the Grass (1963 Academy Award for “Best Writing, Story and Screenplay”).

Perhaps Natural Affection‘s short run on Broadway was due to its opening during a NYC newspaper strike in 1962, but compared with Inge’s great successes, it’s a weaker play.  Inge’s starting point was a newspaper account of a violent, seemingly random crime, and in trying to fill in the blanks, he seems to have turned too programmatically to current  psychoanalytic ideas about the effects on sons of absent fathers and of mothering that runs hot and cold.

Sue, who’s pulled herself up by her bootstraps to become a successful buyer in a well-known Chicago department store is living with Bernie, a younger, and very handsome man, marginally able at selling Cadillacs.  Sue’s son, Donnie, returns from “The Farm,” i.e., reform school, wanting to stay with her — he has only a year left there and if she’ll keep him he doesn’t have to go back.  But Bernie doesn’t want this kid with the violent past crowding up their small apartment and inhibiting their sex life.

It’s Sue’s decision, though, because she pays the bills.

What will she do?  The Farm is brutal — Donnie has scars on his back from being beaten.  How can she possibly send him back?  She’s already plagued with guilt for giving him up to foster care in the beginning when she was a poor girl trying to make a living and Donnie’s father disappeared.

But she’s crazy about Bernie and afraid of spending her life alone.  He’s her last chance, she feels, and most of the time he’s quite a nice, agreeable guy, trying to pull himself out of the world of losers — his pipe dream is to own a car dealership.

Donnie, too, promises to be on good behavior.  It’s too bad that just as Donnie is settling in on the living room sofa, Bernie gets into an accident with a Cadillac he was demonstrating, and loses his job, depressing him and heightening his irritation with being dependent on a woman.  He says the accident wasn’t his fault — Inge doesn’t let us know whether or not we are to believe that.  Was it truly random? Or a loser’s claim that he’s a victim, in this case of chance?

The underlying tensions boil in the course of a Christmas celebration in which huge amounts of alcohol are consumed, Vince, the rich guy in the apartment next door, passes out, and Claire, his bored, sexy blond wife fails to seduce Bernie — this time, these alcohol fuelled shenanigans a prelude to the final, chilling eruption.

Kathryn Erbe, famous on TV as Detective Alexandra Eames on Law and Order: Criminal Intent, is brisk, capable, and vulnerable as the Sue, torn between her gorgeous younger lover and her natural — if insufficient — affection for her tormented son.  Erbe’s portrayal of the tense self control of this woman who made it on her own in a highly competitive field renders the emotional surges that overtake her all the more moving.

Alec Beard is charismatic as the good looking lover who approximates decency while not quite hitting the nail on the head.  Chris Bert is perfect as the lean, hungry looking reform school son, who takes after his mother in holding it all in — until he can’t any longer.

John Pankow as the rich next-door neighbor Vince is brilliant in a scene of unwinding into total drunkenness, a beautiful tour de force that the audience applauded.  Victoria Mack as Vince’s seductive wife transforms with concentration and subtlety a stereotyped character into a vivid, dangerous reality.

In Natural Affection, people are condemned to repeat the past and there are what the world sees as random violent events — both.

Natural Affection plays at the Beckett Theatre on New York City’s Theatre Row, West 42nd Street, through October 26, 2013.

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