TECHNICALLY I’m not spoiling the twist of this play, but if the general themes that the twist hinges on bother you, stop reading. I tried to be a bit vague.
I had such a frustrating experience with this play. It feels like an attempt at a scathing satire, like a well meaning attempt at magnifying the dangers of washing away historical transgressions against a particular group and race of people and it’s even, in a a way, about more than just that. About the dangers of conformity, National interest etc.
And yet...it feels as though Letts has a hard time skewing these topics comfortably, confidently. It’s As though he’s making a blanket generalization about the character of those in power having the control to rewrite history and being like “isn’t that bad?”
I mean, yeah? It’s bad...and what else?
I felt like Larissa Fasthorse achieved what Letts was going for in one of her recent plays (I won’t name- it spoils a bit of The Minutes, but it was a very popular play this season regionally). But in a funnier, more scathing way that also felt more genuine when reaching the danger of its themes.
Than again, it brings to the conversation: who is allowed to tell whose story? Am I exempt from trying to tell a story about injustice against a group of people because I am not one of them? Or does it matter, if done with clarity? Is my well meaning attempt still genuine? Maybe it’s genuine, but am I doing it well?
It’s an interesting conversation starter, and while I don’t necessarily think the play succeeds in achieving the righteousness or horror it intends to impart, it has me thinking. I just wish it had me caring more about the characters onstage and less about the ownership of history and who is allowed to write about who. But that’s what’s makes it a good play- not a great one. In terms of plays this season that touch on grand, heavy social themes (Slave Play, The Inheritance) it’s the most successful at what it’s going for. But in terms of a fulfilling and meaningful experiences, The Sound Inside has got it beat.
The cast is uniformly excellent. However, if Austin Pendleton doesn’t get a Tony nomination for perfecting the art of senility, I may riot. In a cast that works in genuinely listening, breathing, and flowing together, he receives the strongest response in both laughs and affection from the audience. I’m not sure anyone else is doing work that would warrant award recognition. And for Jesse Mueller fans- unfortunately she has almost nothing to do. But she makes the most of her moments and gels well with the ensemble.
David Zinn’s set ought to be preserved and kept in a museum. It’s one of the most beautiful and functional scenic designs I’ve seen on a broadway stage.
Sorry this was such a mess. But I wanted to get out some sort of immediate thoughts.
Updated On: 2/25/20 at 10:38 PM