Posted: 10/30/19 at 2:36pm
Saw part two last night. It’s still indulgent and there are a couple plot points that are simply unbelievable, but I sucked it up and went with it. Overall, I feel this half is significantly more successful. It can certainly be two dimensional and I could go on and on picking it apart. However, it does have some heart and very much feels like a different play altogether.
It’s also significantly more subdued in every way. The frenetic, breathless direction of part one is gone and the staging is more organic. I think Daldry may trust the text of part two far more as he doesn’t hijack the play here, no longer directing it within an inch of its life down to each second as we saw before.
Most relieving was the absence of the emotionally manipulative triggers that peppered part one. I will admit the play probably could have ended three times before it actually ended, and the way it does end is mortifyingly precious, once again echoing tropes we’ve seen in a million other shows, right down to INTO THE WOODS. Come to think of it, FOLLIES is echoed throughout part two as well.
Kyle Soller is indeed excellent but the saintliness of Eric Glass is painted on so thickly, it's difficult to buy into him. The standout moment of the play in its entirety, from my point of view, is a monologue in the final act, performed with such raw beauty by Andrew Burnap, who really does emerge from this odyssey as the actor deserving of sincerest praise. Paul Hilton’s early monologue in part one is delivered exquisitely but that moment does become one of those emotionally manipulative triggers, whereas Burnap’s moment comes from a much purer place. It does lead to something predictably tragic but whatever.
There is some sensational acting. The lesser performances stand out because of this. Is it worth seven hours of your life? I will admit the whole thing could be cut down to a potentially phenomenal three-hour piece. It is relieving that part two actually does bother to touch a bit more on the legacy and passing the torch, albeit in a most fantastical way, presenting us with coincidences that lead to events that would probably never happen.
The Inheritance wants so much to be authentic and revelatory, but its unrealistic circumstances connected by a long, long search for communion results in something very much like Toby Darling’s phony little book. Which kind of makes the whole thing a gay fairytale. Don’t mistake that for gay fantasia. We’re worlds away from that here. But there are moments of goodness, sometimes surpassing good into extraordinary. But then there's rest of it, which is fun if not shallow. I wonder if an intimate Off-Broadway setting would allow the production to overcome the problems in the text by allowing us all to be close to the performances. There are glimmers here and there that strongly suggest Matthew Lopez's voice is evolving into something to be heard. He just hasn’t learned how to use it yet.
Updated On: 11/23/19 at 02:36 PM