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Review: Uptown Players’ ‘Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike’

by Jerome Weeks 21 Feb 2014 4:55 PM

From the Uptown Players, a delightful staging of Christopher Durang’s Tony-winning, Chekhovian comedy. Reservations about the script aside, we don’t see enough theater productions this assured, this accomplished.


Vanya Show stills editThis is funny? Why, yes, it is. Very funny. Diana Sheehan, Bob Hess and Wendy Welch in Uptown Players’ superb Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike. All photo credits: Mike Morgan

Many of us became Christopher Durang fans as long ago as 1981, when his incendiary Sister Mary Ignatius Explains It All for You torched our traditional Catholic upbringings with a pure and hilarious savagery. Consequently, for many long-time admirers, Durang’s winning the Tony Award for best play last year for Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike was a long-awaited, well-deserved recognition of our most sharp-witted stage satirist. The fact that Durang — with his literary barbs, his theater in-jokes, his deadpan ghoulishness, his off-Broadway camp absurdism — the fact that Durang of all people finally, actually, had a hit on Broadway still seems … wonderfully unexpected.

Yes, perhaps the success of V&S&M&S can partly be attributed to the casting of Sigourney Weaver and David Hyde Pierce, but Durang fans will take what we can. Because, consider: The box-office runs of all four of Durang’s previous Broadway efforts, when added together, barely eked out two months. That’s not enough to pay for the canapes for an opening-night party.

So finally getting to see V&S&M&S in Dallas in a nearly note-perfect regional premiere from Uptown Players has only added to that long-delayed pleasure. The play is Durang’s comic update/mash-up of Anton Chekhov’s classics. We have the family estate, this time in the Pennsylvania countryside, and at the moment, it’s inhabited by adult siblings Vanya and Sonia. The two have settled into the cozy routines of unmarried, middle-aged decline: Each morning, they watch the blue heron come to the pond while they sip their coffees.

And then the mousy Masha shatters her cup and wails about her passed-by, sexless existence. Truth be told, the gay and closeted Vanya feels equally left behind.

The siblings’ angst gets revved up with the arrival of their successful sister Masha, who abandoned the classical theater to cash in with a Hollywood serial-killer film franchise. Inevitably, the irrepressible and imperious Masha brings along a great deal of high drama, frantic narcissism and a grinning young boy toy named Spike. The tensions grow worse when Masha announces she’s not going to support her loser-siblings any longer. She’s decided to sell their house.

In all this, it’s easy enough to spot the wasted lives of the typical Chekhov characters. There’s also the bird-symbol and the older actress manipulating people from The Seagull as well as the threatened loss of the family home in The Cherry Orchard.

But you actually don’t need to know any of this — or even to have seen any Chekhov — to enjoy V&S&M&S. Such knowledge deepens the experience, of course, particularly because stage and film jokes are staples of Durang’s world. But the zanily dysfunctional family trapped out in the country has been a set-up for any number of plays, films and sitcoms.

Put another way: Durang’s Broadway success has come for what certainly ranks as one of his comfiest, least outrageous, least ferocious — basically, his least Durangian effort. That won’t be a drawback for people coming to V&S&M&S with no knowledge of Beyond Therapy or Laughing Wild. But it’s a little disconcerting that amid all the hosannahs that greeted V&S&M&S, no one seems to have asked: What has happened to America’s Moliere? Where did all that bite (and all the pain behind it) go?

The one scene in which a few sharp teeth come out is the rant Vanya finally unleashes in the second act. We’ve been expecting some sort of outburst from the likable, repressed sadsack, but Vanya’s tirade is prompted by Spike texting on his cellphone. So what we get is an off-topic complaint about all those multi-tasking young’uns not paying proper respect to the adult activities around them. I sympathize; I have a 23-year-old daughter. But his argument is already an over-familiar display of curmudgeonliness. It’s going to date this play very quickly.

What’s worse, the rant leads into a nostalgic reverie for — of all things — the gentler, more communally-shared, happy-family days of The Ed Sullivan Show.

Vanya Show stills -050bBeware of who? Wendy Welch, Bob Hess and Nadine Marissa as Cassandra, the well-named maid.

This hymn to Howdy Doody comes from the playwright whose comedy, The Marriage of Bette and Boo, was a bracing acid bath for the traditional American home, complete with dead babies and alcoholism. Yes, the rant is an enjoyably explosive moment. And some of its content can be chalked up to Vanya’s own out-of-datedness (it’s a very Uncle Vanya-ish rant — wondering what happened to the better days gone by). But it’s clearly a crowd-pleaser; we’re meant to sympathize with the put-upon Vanya lashing out at the vapid Spike.

Yet for Vanya to extol the cozy habits of the boomers’ black-and-white-TV era seems a strangely safe, even self-consciously cliched choice. One doesn’t begrudge Durang any well-earned mellowing, any settled-happiness that may have come his way. But that choice of time period is troubling, to say the least. It may be traditionally viewed — certainly in pop-culture and economic terms — as our True American Peak of Normalcy, but women, gays and African-Americans, to name just three groups, might not view the ’50s/early ’60s with such rose-colored blinders — no matter how sexy Mad Men makes it all look.

So. Enough of my quarrels with Durang’s play and on, finally, to extolling the Players’ exemplary production. It’s rare to find such seamless casting on a local stage. Diana Sheehan has been playing steely grande dames and faded divas in such shows as Grey Gardens, so slipping into a sardonic caricature like Masha feels effortless. She just ups the hauteur and the self-pity a little as Masha blithely bulldozes everyone around her. Wendy Welch has the role of a lifetime in Sonia: It lets her be woebegone, bitter, deadpan funny and even vengefully glamorous. Her second-act impersonation of Maggie Smith at the Oscars in 1978 is a full-out delight.

As Spike, Evan Fentriss is weirdly good; this is his stage debut. He’s weirdly good at keeping one guessing if  Spike is just a goofy, self-obsessed hunk or — because he clearly has the famous Masha enthralled — whether he’s got something more devious in mind. The doubts arise, especially, whenever he flaunts his shirtless, gym-hardened body at Vanya, who’s as befuddled as Masha. Nadine Marissa plays the possibly clairvoyant, possibly Caribbean maid, Cassandra, with an appealing, no-nonsense grumpiness while Julia Golder is the bright, happy ingenue-from-next-door as Nina.

Which leaves Bob Hess. Vanya is probably the best showcase Hess has had in years, and if he doesn’t have that little, put-upon brittleness, that extra edge he needs at first (he’s just so likable), he, too, seems to be thoroughly enjoying his time on stage. He gets laughs just by walking out dressed as ‘Doc,’ and his second-act rant — even as the validity and wisdom of Durang’s argument are questionable — is not just a tirade. He makes it heartfelt, and that goes a long way to selling it.

Directed with assurance by B. J. Cleveland, the Players’ V&S&M&S is accomplished precisely because it plays as if it’s ‘no big deal’ — from Clare Floyd Devries’ handsome set to all the solid performances. While the Players’ house style has tended toward the juicy and over-the-top, this is a case where — even with all of Durang’s comic contrivances — the actors seem perfectly at home in the silliness and aren’t trying to push it. It says a lot about the Durang comic method that a scene in which both Sonia and Masha howl about how miserable they are (top photo, above) is one of the break-out funnier ones here. “Nothing is funnier than unhappiness,” goes Samuel Beckett’s famous line, “I’ll grant you that.”

And I’ll grant you this added, historical note: There’s a touching sense of homecoming with the Players staging V&S&M&S at the Kalita Humphreys Theater. In 1986, the Kalita was where Dallas Theater Center artistic director Adrian Hall staged Durang’s The Marriage of Bette and Boo in a stellar production, something of a redemption for the play after its less-than-stellar New York debut. Two years later, in the same building — in the basement space directly beneath the Kalita stage — Michael Grief (director of Rent and Grey Gardens on Broadway) did a terrific job with Durang’s two-hander, Laughing Wild, starring Allen McCalla and Linda Gehringer.

So before this, the Kalita was home to two of the sharpest Durang productions in North Texas. It may have been a happy surprise to see Durang do so well on Broadway. But it wasn’t such a surprise here.