The Anarchist
First preview, 13 November 2012
Golden Theatre, New York
First preview, 13 November 2012
Golden Theatre, New York
There
is a lot of buzz surrounding The
Anarchist. Famed Broadway playwright David Mamet not only directs but he directs Patti LuPone, with whom he has a colourful 30-year past.
Despite the hype, there are no fireworks – neither good nor bad – in
this production. Mindful that this is only the first preview, there are
significant kinks for the team to iron out before opening.
The
play deals with heavy yet pertinent philosophical debates. Serving a life
sentence in prison, Cathy (LuPone) makes a final plea to unsympathetic warden Ann (Debra Winger) for why she is sufficiently rehabilitated, in what becomes
an intellectual battle about the necessity of the state over anarchy. Mamet’s
work offers an enlightening engagement with the complex topics that come with such territory, like
justice, faith, control and kindness.
Despite
the compelling subject matter, the production fails to fully
articulate its substance. It takes a long time to warm up, which is in
large part due to the wordiness and awkward formality of the script. Both
traits are textbook Mamet, but dozens of audience members didn’t settle into the
play and left before curtain – which was particularly concerning considering
the show only ran for 70 minutes without interval.
There is a stagnant nature
to Winger and LuPone's performances. Both are robotic in their
delivery (Winger more so than LuPone) to the point that it looks like a line run. The lack of variation in tonality and flow could be a sign of more time needed to settle into their characters, but is
also likely a reflection of Mamet's deliberate creation of two clinical, almost
emotionless characters.
As it
currently stands, the pair generate a strange energy; Winger as the warden is
calm and bland to LuPone’s fidgety but somewhat sedated portrayal of prisoner,
Cathy. They are chalk and cheese, only without the spark that you would expect
from such antipodean characters. Drama stems from the language, not the
performance (and certainly not the banal set and lighting design). While this
may work stylistically, it makes for an unremarkable physical performance.
The
Anarchist didn't thrill but it did stimulate. LuPone and Winger's
performances were there but underdone, and it will be interesting to see the show
post-previews when both have had time to roost. The play itself
is intriguing and makes for an odd but interesting contribution to
the current Broadway season.