Our Town
Thornton Wilder
Performed
every day somewhere in the world, Our
Town to me is the
quintessential American play, is the play I have seen performed the most times
in my life, and is the play that still moves me to tears each time I see
it. I try not to miss a chance to
see it performed, especially when done so by a group as consistently excellent
and daring as Berkeley’s Shotgun Players.
From the
moment our female Stage Manager (played masterfully by Madeline H.D. Brown)
lights her pipe in the aisle and begins to introduce Grover’s Corners, it is
evident that we will hear a story worth being retold yet again. She orchestrates this tale with a pace
that honors the time we need to reflect as an audience about ‘our towns.’ The use of silence is strikingly
powerful by her and by many of the actors in this production, allowing us to pause
amongst our own memories spawned– of past productions we have seen and of past
scenes we have lived in our own lives.
The silences also allow the actors to communicate better than in just
words their deep emotions, humor, and insights through slight twitches, head
nods, eye movements, a hand or foot jerk, or just be being statuesquely still.
Like many
productions of Our Town, this production’s audience becomes
part of the townspeople, in this case facing each other in pews as if part of
the local church congregation. We are even invited and encouraged to join in the weekly choir rehearsal. Part of the power and emotion of the
play becomes seeing each other’s reactions, like my watching a man several
times kissing his wheel-chaired companion at moments when it was clear he was
moved to mirror expressions of love and tenderness portrayed on the bare stage
between us.
This company
is to a person well cast and is superbly directed (by Susannah Martin). Christopher White’s drunken choirmaster
is the best Simon I have yet seen, and Josh Schell’s George Gibbs captures so
well the key life moments of this pivotal part that I found my own heart aching
for him and for all who have lived through similar moments of regret, love
found, and love lost.
I cannot
imagine a time in our future when Our
Town of the early 20th
Century will not feel contemporaneous to the lives and emotions of its
audience. Certainly, this
production has no problem translating into the 21st Century.
Rating: 5 E’s
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