The reviews for her performance are overall rapturous. Even those less-than-blown-over reviews (NY Times, LA Times and Chicago) can't help but mention their respect for Ms. Lange as an actress and for this performance. Bentley of the NY Times couldn't even find fault in her acting ("Ms. Lange is often acting beautifully") outside of calling it "palpable acting".
I believe she's the front-runner for and will win the Tony. What very little the less-than-a-handful of detractors take from her, her nominations sweep for this performance so far, coupled with the ecstatic reviews, her revered career and legendary narrative will more than make up for.
Here's what the critics sayUpdated the reviews. THR and The New Yorker are my favorites:
David Rooney, The Hollywood Reporter: Led by a transfixing Jessica Lange...one of the more surprising aspects of the latest Broadway revival of Long Day's Journey Into Night, a play defined by its malignant sorrow, is the nervous laughter that often ripples through the audience...Much of the acrid humor that keeps bubbling up comes from Michael Shannon's dangerously unpredictable Jamie Tyrone, the unrepentantly cynical eldest son, a failed actor turned dissolute Broadway loafer. But the heat-seeking center of the production is Lange's morphine-addicted Mary Tyrone, a role she played previously in London 16 years ago. An edge-of-insanity electrical current runs through much of Lange's work, from her screen portrayals of Frances Farmer or the unhinged wife in Blue Sky through her association with the cracked heroines of Tennessee Williams to her career resurgence as the dotty Big Edie in Grey Gardens and the high priestess of witchy camp in the American Horror Story anthology (series creator Ryan Murphy is an associate producer here). It's that attraction to madness that gives this performance such mesmerizing authority. The production belongs to Lange, if only for the unsettling spell of her final monologue, when she winds back the years in her head to become a ghost of the convent school girl she once was, still untouched by life. Even when Mary is offstage, thumping around in the attic searching for her wedding gown, she's a vivid presence in the apprehensive glances that her family cast at the ceiling and staircase. Lange does remarkable things with her voice, chirping away in the early scenes with almost manic concentration to cover her need for a fix, or diving down a full octave to contemplate her arthritic hands with a gravelly chill: "How ugly they are. Who'd ever believe they were once beautiful?" A conflicted creature of wild inconsistencies, Mary craves the invisibility of the fog but at the same time dreads its aloneness. "The hardest thing to take is the blank wall she builds around her," says Edmund. Lange inhabits those unearthly spaces with fragility but also with the fierce narcissism and cunning of the addict, confessing her crippling weakness only to deny it angrily moments later, or to flip the guilt back onto her family as they look on, heartsick. Her final words are among the most famous closing lines in American drama: "Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for a time." Lange's Mary has become oblivious to her husband and sons by then, and yet oddly sober, projecting a clarity that cuts like a knife.
Hilton Als, The New Yorker: O’Neill wrested his tale from his own heart, with cunning and fortitude. Lange has all of that, too. I don’t want to call hers a definitive performance, because that would imply that her Mary is a kind of fly in amber—which is the last thing you think as you watch her jump from flirtatiousness to maternal concern, from junkie selfishness to contempt for male self-regard, from deviousness to the sting of loss. I’ve always had a deep admiration for Katharine Hepburn’s interpretation in Sidney Lumet’s extraordinary 1962 film of the play. Hepburn was never better than when using her face like a Kabuki mask to express Mary’s hurt; her downcast eyes and lips spoke volumes on top of O’Neill’s volumes. Obviously, Hepburn was helped by the camera; Lumet could zoom in on the rage and deceit. Because Lange is onstage—in medium shot, as it were—she has to call on different tools. First, there’s her voice. Her mellifluous, murderous sound—the way she raises her voice without raising her eyes, because she doesn’t want anyone to see her dope-dilated pupils—is a lesson in the power of intonation as a form of emotional expressiveness. Then, there’s her body. Lange is entirely free onstage, because she’s sure of her craft, of how to move when moving in for the kill or just trying to show interest in someone other than herself. (Particularly chilling is Lange’s understanding of how dope makes the skin itch; she scratches at her neck subtly to show us what Mary feels.) At the same time, Lange isn’t dying to be seen. She turns to look out the window or keeps her face averted whenever Mary feels trapped or is planning a new lie. Lange forces us to listen more acutely to what Mary is saying, to register how her body language contradicts her brazen imagination. The director, Jonathan Kent, handles Lange’s genius the way it should be handled—by stepping to the side, letting you see that it’s there but not interfering. (His only real flaw is the set, which is pitched at an angle, thus limiting the audience’s view.) Of course, Lange’s performance wouldn’t be possible without her co-stars, who clearly love her without necessarily being up to her level. [However], it’s thrilling to watch Shannon go toe to toe with Lange as Mary deteriorates and grows chemically stronger, and as day lapses into night, in that house, which is miraculously—despite the wreckage within—still standing.
Tim Teeman, The Daily Beast: Jessica Lange kills it on Broadway.
Edward Rothstein, Wall Street Journal: Jessica Lange is the powerful incarnation of Eugene O'Neill's morphine-addicted matriarch. Jonathan Kent’s direction and Ms. Lange’s performance really did keep the character’s descent under choreographed control, the steepness of the incline measured by Ms. Lange’s restless hands, her mercurial temperament, her wraith-like presence. It is a portrayal that sustains the audience in rapt voyeuristic attention almost to the end of the 3 3/4-hour performance (with one intermission). She is even on our minds during much of the final act, when we hear the ghostly thumps of a haunted soul searching through old trunks in an unseen attic. Ms. Lange last took on this role in a much praised production on London’s West End in 2000, but reports of those performances suggest that here is a more finely calibrated ensemble.
Marilyn Stasio, Variety: The tenderness between Gabriel Byrne, in the towering role of the fading Broadway actor James Tyrone, and Jessica Lange, as his beloved but tormented wife Mary, brings welcome relief from the overall misery of Eugene O'Neill's semi-autographical masterwork, "Long Day's Journey Into Night." As staged by British director Jonathan Kent and acted by a cast that also includes Michael Shannon, the Roundabout Theater Company's outstanding revival has a lighter tone and softer edges that, paradoxically, impart a deeper sorrow onto this classic domestic tragedy. Lange maintains close control over the mounting hysteria that will eventually send Mary literally up to the attic and into the past to relive every painful chapter of her history. She brings both grace and gravity to Mary’s futile efforts to deny reality — and a certain ravaged beauty to her comforting memories of a past that never was.
Jesse Green, Vulture: Something highly unexpected [has] happened in the eleven years since Lange was last seen in New York: her voice opened up, not just in volume but in range and color. Either that or sound technology has improved to the point that it can now make a symphony from a lone instrument. In any case, the change has allowed Lange to harness her interpretive gifts and triumph in a new Long Day’s Journey, directed by Jonathan Kent for the Roundabout. Her Mary has a broader emotional palette than any I’ve seen, including that of Vanessa Redgrave, who made her Mary a harrowing wraith dying from the play’s first words. Lange situates the character more as O’Neill depicts her: at the beginning of a relapse, not at the end. She is still a coquette, not only in the moderately sunny opening, but also in flashes throughout, as she continues to wrestle with her illness. It’s the struggle that makes the tragedy; indeed, her descent is far more painful for the shy pride she takes in her apparent good health at the start, and for the pleasure of her brogue as it occasionally flirts out like a well-turned ankle from beneath her long skirts. As a result, when she eventually heads up the long, long stairs of Tom Pye’s set to the morphine vials in the spare bedroom upstairs, you feel every step’s disaster. The unexpected size of Lange’s portrayal seems to have surprised and upended the whole production.
Linda Winer, Newsday: The temptation is to talk all day and into the night about Jessica Lange as Mary Tyrone in "Long Day's Journey Into Night." It's hard not to dwell on the layers of hard-lived experience that appear and reappear, like a collage of time-lapsed photography, on her handsome face. It is equally difficult to resist trying to describe the vocal range that, scene upon tormented scene, roams astonishingly among the lilts of a smitten young convent girl and the frightening growls of a morphine-addicted woman whose illusions, like those of the three other haunted Tyrones, have been crushed....This really is, with perhaps one miscalculation, a stunning revival of this churning family exorcism. Gabriel Byrne has both the grating self-centeredness and a poignant, vain blindness as Mary's husband James...Michael Shannon...makes his towering height and lugubrious mask shatter with devastating, piteous rage as the confessions and the recriminations pile up. A problem, and it isn't a big one, is John Gallagher Jr., a fine actor whose portrayal of the sensitive, consumptive Edmund, O'Neill's alter-ego, feels a bit too contemporary for 1912.
Jeremy Gerard, Deadline: And then there’s Lange. Mary, to whom the play is a testament but a mountain as well, regularly ascends the stairway to the “spare room” for a fix that’s never quite enough to allay her pain, nor enough to secure the illusion of happiness. Lange has the gift of Jane Greenwood’s diaphanous costumes and Natasha Katz’s exquisite lighting. She also has a delightful foil in Colby Minifie’s animated Cathleen, the maid. Over a mostly spectacular career, the two-time Oscar winner, who was nominated for the Olivier Award for this role, has made psychological complexity and transparency her hallmark, from the plays of O’Neill and Tennessee Williams to films including Frances, Cape Fear, Music Box and Country, to FX/s American Horror Story. With Lange leading the way, Mary begins this Journey a tragic figure and concludes it a ghost who will haunt our dreams, for a time.
Robert Hofler, The Wrap: Lange’s performance works against that openness to create Mary’s own desperate claustrophobia. It’s a big performance, but there’s nothing mechanical about it, especially the love that she projects back to Byrne. The great beauty of O’Neill’s play is its repetition. He captures the way families can be civil one moment and at one another’s throats the next. Under Jonathan Kent’s direction, Byrne and Lange handle those sharp changes in tone adeptly to create a mesmerizing dance of death.
Adam Feldman, Time Out New York: As the morphine-addicted Mary Tyrone in the latest Broadway revival of Eugene O'Neill's bitter masterwork, Long Days Journey Into Night, Jessica Lange brings stunning colors to the role of a woman clawing her way through fog. You can't take your eyes off her; it's a mesmeric performance...Lange's Mary is a desperate fighter, defensive and manipulative...By turns, she is loving, wistful, lonely, proud, vicious and confused -- but above all, she is an addict. In Jonathan Kent’s production, the other actors orbit around Lange’s blazing star turn in painfully believable patterns of resignation. ...Gabriel Byrne plays her husband, James, with striking weariness and restraint...As their dissolute oldest son, Jamie, the riveting Michael Shannon infuses his climactic drunk scene with acrid dark humor and reluctant, wounded tenderness toward his consumptive younger brother, Edmund (a willfully sincere John Gallagher Jr.).
Steven Suskin, The Huffington Post: What Jonathan Kent’s production has going for it, foremost, is a bravura performance by Jessica Lange. One expects that critic and audience reports will begin with encomiums for Ms. Lange. Deservedly so, likely followed by a Tony nomination next Tuesday morning. Lange—who first played this role in an unrelated 2000 production in London—is matched by Michael Shannon, as the wastrel brother Jamie. Shannon (Bug, Killer Joe and the recently opened “Elvis and Nixon”-) is one of those actors who seem incapable of giving a less-than-mesmerizing stage performance.
Elysa Gardner, USA Today: It's Lange's nuanced, quietly wrenching performance that anchors Roundabout Theatre Company's new revival (* * * out of four stars) of Eugene O'Neill's seminal dysfunctional-family drama...This staging, by British director Jonathan Kent, doesn't pack the emotional or theatrical wallop of its predecessor, but its bleak naturalism remains compelling...it's Lange who haunts us most. Having played Mary on the London stage 16 years ago, she returns to the part with an obvious and profound sense of empathy for this woman who is compared, more than once, to a ghost. Mary's world, outside the drug-induced hazes, is hardly a comforting place, but you'll leave it feeling very much alive.
Jeff Labrecque, Entertainment Weekly: At the center of the domestic storm is Jessica Lange, who played Mary during a 2000 run in London and has a masterful grasp of the character’s fragility — an intuitive strength after playing similar women in A Streetcar Named Desire and The Glass Menagerie - and...is wonderful in [this] revival. There is such confusion in Mary, such buried resentment, and Lange’s ability to portray a woman who is barely more than a ghost provides the story with enormous pathos.
Joe Dziemianowicz, New York Daily News: As the morphine-addicted Mary, Oscar-winner Jessica Lange maximizes her meaty role's potential. Lange is blessed with an expressive voice and uses it like a musical instrument -- soft and coquettish, warm and motherly, then barbed and brutal as if dredging words from a bottomless well of despair. From the get-go, her Mary is “on.” She walks backward to avoid eye contact with the men in her family. Her final scene, a drug-hazed dive back to her convent days, devastates. And when she’s not onstage, Lange is missed.
Robert Kahn, NBC New York: Lange was Olivier Award-nominated for this role 16 years ago on the West End. Byrne was Tony Award-nominated as Jamie Tyrone in 2000's Broadway "Moon for the Misbegotten." They know their O'Neill, and are suited to take us on the roller-coaster ride, set across one day that will prove a turning point in the lives of a troubled family. English theater director Jonathan Kent guides the simple and elegant, nearly 4-hour-long production...Leads Lange and Byrne share an effortless chemistry in which they are alternately tolerant of, and vile toward, one another -- but always easily relatable. That's quite an accomplishment when dealing with a piece of literature that drifts further away from naturalism as the the night wears on. Lange is magnetic as the family matriarch with no feeling of rootedness or sense of belonging, certainly not in the waterfront New England summer home the family complains is shoddily maintained. At the heart of her loss is the death of a child, Eugene, infected with measles when Jamie, as a young, sick boy, wandered into his room. Mary blames everyone for Eugene’s death, including herself. In Lange’s hands, the emotions seem sometimes spontaneous, and at others calculated to be wounding: “I blame only myself … I’ve always believed Jamie did it on purpose.” She makes sharp turns with the precision of a race-car driver.Lange still has the planes and proportions of her youthful beauty, but convinces us that she's a woman whose hands are gnarled, and whose grace and bloom have deserted her. In a different lifetime, Mary might have been a classical pianist, but she took up with James and his journeyman actor’s lifestyle, setting a singular path in motion. Lange, for one, seems so immersed that we feel as if we were watching some real Mary Tyrone, and not that marvelous performer we remember from "Frances," or for that matter, “Tootsie.”
Matt Windman, amNY: This is an extremely difficult play to pull off, relying on rich prose instead of overt action and featuring miserable characters basking in overwhelming despair. The performances here are exceptional all around, but the production is likely to grow smoother and more engrossing as the run continues...Lange's Mary is a performance of unmistakable stature and refined acting ability...Lange exhibits more dramatic control, emphasizing Mary's downward progression from denial and erratic mood swings into drug-induced euphoria. As James, Byrne shows vulnerability behind the miserly and defensive exterior.
Ben Brantley, The New York Times: A violent storm front has moved into the American Airlines Theater...it's Gabriel Byrne, Jessica Lange, Michael Shannon and John Gallagher Jr. who are providing the thunder and lightning...Lange's voice seesaws between soprano girlish affection and contralto hostility in a single sentence, and more than other Marys I've seen, she is endowed with a robust, uneasy sensuality. You can feel Ms. Lange giving her all to each of her big set pieces, exquisitely self-contained, like coloratura arias in an opera. Ms. Lange is often acting beautifully.
Alexis Soloski, The Guardian: The close of the play has always belonged to Mary, but Lange gets hold of much of the rest of it, too. Her Mary, a part she first played in the West End in 2000, can seem sweet, flighty, frail, but there's an adamantine spine beneath that softness, one that's been built on need and hurt. When provoked, she can turn as vicious as any of the men and she knows how to make her words cut more cruelly and deeply.
Chris Jones, Chicago Tribune: Lange plays that drugged-up mother with courage. Her Mary Tyrone has fewer moments of lucidity than most, and too few moments when lucidity and the heebie-jeebies are duking it out before our eyes, but who nonetheless really goes to some dark spots. And there's nothing artificial about that state of her being. It is expressed with profundity and truth. And that, along with Shannon's unceasing attempts to unlock some of these scenes and spill out their devastating emotional content, is about the only truly successful aspect of this strangely marauding and meandering theatrical experience.
Updated On: 5/11/16 at 10:46 AM
If she's in the same category as Sophie Okonedo, she'd better be scared. As incredible as Lange always is, Sophie is giving the single best performance by an actress this year in THE CRUCIBLE.
Jordan Catalano said: "If she's in the same category as Sophie Okonedo, she'd better be scared. As incredible as Lange always is, Sophie is giving the single best performance by an actress this year in THE CRUCIBLE."
I'm not worried. Neither should Lange be nor any of her supporters, for that matter. She'll triumph against whomever. That's just the kind of triumphing-against-the-odds legend and powerhouse she is.
Also, your screenname totally took me back to my '90's youth and being Angela Chase.
When I've never been more certain about something in my life.
Just need to point out how lucky we are to have a season full of such talented women. ALL of the actresses that have been mentioned here are giving incredible performances and would be worthy of a win. Great problem to have.
JudyDenmark said: "Just need to point out how lucky we are to have a season full of such talented women. ALL of the actresses that have been mentioned here are giving incredible performances and would be worthy of a win. Great problem to have. "
I do think it's important to remember how wonderful all of the ladies mentioned and not mentioned are this season. It's a beautiful thing and, you're right, we're lucky to be bestowed their gifts.
I'm just so excited for Lange to win the Tony. Aside from believing she truly deserves it, I'm also just an excited fanboy who wants her to nab a Tony and Grammy so she could have ALL of the industry awards in every medium, lol.
Michelle Williams delivered hands down the greatest performance of the season. Her performance was riveting, heartbreaking and left me literally shaking after the show was over.
Jessica Lange to me was playing Jessica Lange. Loved her in the role and she's incredible to watch but she does the same thing on AHS. Even the inflections in her voice are the same. She does it well and is great but I don't feel it was exactly a stretch or particularly challenging for her.
Regardless this is definitely the category with the fiercest competition.
I think Mark-Alexis is the reason Jessica Lange won't come out the stage door.
"The sexual energy between the mother and son really concerns me!"-random woman behind me at Next to Normal
"I want to meet him after and bang him!"-random woman who exposed her breasts at Rock of Ages, referring to James Carpinello
I agree with BroadwayLuv2. Is it really acting when you're being yourself? Lange is wonderfully CAST in her role. But it's most definitely no stretch from her roles in the last 15 years. Glass Menagerie, anyone? American Horror Story? I love Jessica just as much as anyone, but I'm yet to see a broad range from her. Michelle Williams, on the other hand, displays an astonishing range of emotion. Michelle's role is infinitely more challenging and meaty. And she delivers the goods with a passion and an intensity unparalleled in this year's nominees.
Wouldn't you have to personally know an actor or actress to be able claim that they're "playing themselves" in a role?
If you mean that Lange is back at playing another tormented, unhinged role - well, duh. She's our best tragedienne. Thankfully, the reviews are in, so there's that.
So how many of the possibly nominated shows have you seen in Broadway?
If we're not having fun, then why are we doing it?
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Congratulations to Magisterial Lange on her first Tony nomination! Also, congratulations to the rest of the cast and team of "Long Day's Journey Into Night" for their 7 Tony nominations, making it the most nominated play of the season!
Lange will win this. Here's what Michael Musto over at Goldderby.com has to say:
Best Actress is a movie star danceoff between Jessica Lange (for the almost four hour revival of “Long Day’s Journey Into Night”) and Lupita Nyong’o (for “Eclipsed”). But Jessica will get it for emoting through the long journey, and because she’s come so far since her shaky 1992 Broadway debut in “A Streetcar Named Desire.”
Also, the fact that the production itself was nominated 7 times bodes well for Lange's chances. I can't wait to see her win!
Wow, pundits and critics are starting to chime in and they're all predicting Lange:
NEW YORK TIMES
Scott Heller: "Can you not win a Tony for playing Mary Tyrone?"
Charles Isherwood: "I think Jessica Lange has a pretty good shot at winning. It is one of the two great roles for women in the American canon, along with Blanche DuBois, and she received largely glowing reviews. I found her performance to be very moving and accomplished."
NEW YORKER
Michael Schulman: "Jonathan Kent’s acclaimed revival of “Long Day’s Journey Into Night” starring Jessica Lange, who has a good chance at the Tony for Best Actress in a Play."
GOLDDERBY
David Buchanan: "Jonathan Kent’s acclaimed revival of “Long Day’s Journey Into Night” starring Jessica Lange, who has a good chance at the Tony for Best Actress in a Play."
Yes, being nominated is the first step to winning an award.
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