I spent last night in New Orleans with this ragtag troupe teleporting into the Friedman and really had myself a tremendous time. It is so hard to write and direct one of these plays, a slice of life where the viewing experience is clearly informed by the knowledge that the setting and occupants of the stage live beyond the play's timeframe. To structure a play that seems structureless, to flesh out characters whose life we are not privileged to follow for longer than the play's duration, and to juggle the audience's interest across a mosaic of characters and stories. We were voyeurs for Miss Ruby's living funeral, and Lisa D'Amour and Joe Mantello are crafting something from it that contains multitudes of truth and beauty.
I found my attention being expertly divided and united. There are moments in this play that descend into chaos, so accurately like life, and moments when the unity of focus snaps back into sharp relief. That is among the most difficult truthful experiences to simulate and this play had some of the most successful simulation of that dizzying, disorienting, frustrating and invigorating experience we call life.
I frankly love that MTC is producing this work, since so much of the play really lives in the boundary between these characters and the (presumably not in-their-shoes) audience. This play is a dose of perspective, a reminder shouting across an increasing class divide we increasingly don't talk about. Have there been other plays that do this? Of course. Does that mean we don't need another, one that speaks so vibrantly to a specific time and place and crafted with such art and skill? Of course not.
Thank you MTC and Steppenwolf!
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.