The Birthday Party
Harold Pinter
Dan Hiatt & Judith Ivey |
If after twenty-five years of being Artistic Director
someone is directing a play for the last time in that role, what better thing
to do than throw a party, correct? But
when that party is scripted by Harold Pinter, there is no guarantee the games
are not going to get a bit scary and dangerous, even if the guests are only
playing “Blind Man’s Bluff.” Carey
Perloff takes her bow as director while in the A.D. role of the American
Conservatory Theatre; and she earns a well-deserved standing ovation for the
humor, intrigue, mystery, sweetness, pathos, and horror that she gleans out of
Harold Pinter’s often obscure, contradictory, and totally magnificent script –
all accomplished through a to-die-for cast and a creative team’s brilliant
imaginations.
Pinter and Perloff are quite the team and together know how
to lure in an audience with an opening scene that is hilarious in its innocence
and silliness. (Woe be to any
Pinter-neophytes who have no idea what is about to hit them a half hour later.) Peety Boles is a sixty-something chair
attendant in a beach community somewhere south of London and is coming in for his
breakfast and to read the morning paper.
Meg is serving with big smiles (and I do mean ‘big’) his Kellogg’s Corn
Flakes, bubbling “Are they nice? I
thought they’d be nice.”
Veteran Bay Area actor Dan Hiatt and two-time Tony winner
Judith Ivey are together worth the price of the ticket in their roles as the
married couple and proprietors of a somewhat plain and run-down boarding house
on the beach. Ms. Ivey takes the word
“nice” (a word that is definitely her favorite and her most-repeated descriptor)
and elongates it with her high-pitched, ever-so-pleasant voice into some
version only Edith Bunker from All in the
Family could come close to imitating.
She continues to ask her patient but rather unresponsive husband
question after question, none of which really requires or gets much of an
answer. Their back-and-forth has 1950s
sitcom written all over it but with a strange quality that even as one laughs,
there is a sense of something surreal and absurd creeping into the
conversation as it continues.
Judith Ivey & Firdous Bamji |
After Meg begins to wonder where “Stanley” is and actually
goes upstairs to get him (with our hearing only her roller-coaster laughter
sounding like a teasing teen and his loud grumbles and protests), Stanley in
fact appears disheveled, in wrinkled sleepwear and a bathrobe hardly hanging on
to his body. We learn that Stanley has
actually been a boarder for a year (and seemingly the only one) and is a piano
player who claims he has played “all over the world,” only to change that
quickly to “all over the country,” and then (after a pause) to admit, “I once
gave a concert.” Morose and aggressively
resistant to Meg’s playfulness and pleasantness, Stanley rejects the morning’s
corn flakes complaining of sour milk and warns Meg “they’re coming ... in a van
with a big wheelbarrow” and “they’re looking for someone.” Firdous Bamji employs silence, shrugs, and
stares to maximum effect to create a Stanley Webber who is a wound-up, tightly
controlled (and controlling) mystery that makes us all immediately wonder why
is Meg so obviously fond of him.
The play soon begins to shift ever-so-slightly into Pinter
Land, where more and more questions – often asked with no rhyme or reason and
certainly getting no answers -- come in wave after wave; where references are made
to unseen/unknown “they;” where contradictions pepper the landscape, and where
identities of those we meet are difficult to discern as to backgrounds, reasons
for their being there, and even what their actual names are. And throughout the journey, Director Carey
Perloff is clearly having a ball keeping us guessing who is in control at any
given moment in situations where the tides shift and turn without much logic as
to why.
Marco Barricelli & Scott Wentworth |
Pinter and Perloff up the ante as two new boarders arrive,
introducing themselves as Goldberg and McCann (although they are called and
call themselves be a variety of other names, too). Their entry brings a darker tone and an air
of threat and a sense of impending doom into the room, even as Goldberg himself
is as glad-handing and full of big smiles as a politician seeking votes. Scott Wentworth is New Jersey, gangster sleek-and-slick
as Goldberg in his tailored-to-a-‘t’ suit and perfectly combed hair while Marco
Barricelli as McCann has the ominous look of a backroom roughneck in his black
leather jacket; deep-set eyes; and wide, hunched-over shoulders. Even though Stanley seems visibly irritated and
concerned by their sudden presence, Meg is absolutely delighted, especially
when Goldberg insists they hold a birthday party that very night for Stanley
(who denies it is actually his birthday).
Firdous Bamji, Julie Adamo & Scott Wentworth |
For any audience member trying to make sense of exactly what
is happening and is about to happen from here on out, the undertaking will only
be fruitless. As in any Pinter play, the
idea is to hold on to the chair and enjoy the ride into an unknown that may
have few bearings that make sense of where we are going. Into the mix and just to make things even
more bizarre comes Lulu (Julie Adamo) whose name is a pretty good descriptor of
Meg’s twenty-something, bouncy, sexy friend who quickly has eyes and more for
Goldberg and who becomes part of a game of quest he plays once the birthday
party begins in earnest. Why she is
there and how she fits into the story (whatever that is) is only one more of
the Pinteresque elements that make this play so much fun while it is also so confounding
and even disturbing.
The immense set of Nina Ball is symbolic of the entire
play’s structure and underlying but skeletal message. There is a claustrophobic feel to the
one-room house we see, with walls on three sides that open up to a roof that is
only a broken outline of itself, giving an sense of unsafe insecurity. Behind the house is a humongous drift of
sand, almost appearing as a silent, rolling monster that might swallow the
house at any moment. To the side and
barely noticeable are two deck chairs facing an unseen sea where characters
escape to relax and chat seemingly enjoying themselves (but in scenes we never
really see since we are confined to witness only the rising questions and
threats of the inside). The lighting
design of Robert Hand and the sound design of Darron L. West only enhance both
the seaside setting and the interior’s crazy sense of kidlike play mixed with
adult-felt uncertainties. Candice
Donnelly completes the picture with costumes that define the personalities and
enhance both the naivite and the threats that exist side by side in this room.
Harold Pinter grew up escaping as a child the Blitzkrieg that
Hitler rained down upon England. He
wrote this play as the Cold War was gearing up, as nuclear bombs were being
tested, and as the McCarthy period was just coming to a close after ruining
hundreds of lives. The real and
unspecified threats coming from seen and unseen sources that emerge in The Birthday Party -- while at the same
time life just goes on with pots of tea and bottles of Irish whiskey to be consumed
and enjoyed -- perhaps resonate in 2018 more than at any time since the play
premiered forty-one years ago. The treatment given by this cast and director
leaves us all scratching our heads upon leaving due to all the unanswered
questions raised (like why did the chicken cross the road?). But we are also looking over our shoulders to
see what threats are perhaps out there waiting for us, too. Carey Perloff and the American Conservatory
Theatre produce a near-flawless version of a Pinter classic – one that will
surely delight Pinter fans and one that will confound and perhaps be dismissed
by all those who are not.
Rating: 4 E
The Birthday Party
runs through February 4, 2018 on the Geary Stage of American Conservatory
Theatre, 405 Geary Street,
San Francisco. Tickets are available
online at http://www.act-sf.org/ or by calling the box office 415-749-2228.
Photos by Kevin Berne
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