Intiman dusts off 75-year-old Paradise Lost, a disturbingly relevant relic.
If you were in the audience the night Paradise Lost made its debut, you were probably praying to keep your $1,970 a year job. The mortgage on your $7,145 house was killing you, and with gas soaring to 10 cents a gallon, you might not make ends meet this month. But maybe the new President would be able to turn things around "¦
Playwright Clifford Odets first presented his Depression-era treatise on the slippery slope of prosperity and hope in 1935. As the inaugural production for Intiman's 2010/2011 season and the first performance under new Artistic Director Kate Whoriskey, Paradise Lost proves itself to be both relevant and timely.
Intiman has tinkered with the 75-year-old script very little, beyond moving the setting of the play ahead one year to 1933 to get the dramatic benefit of the 25 percent unemployment that gripped the nation that year, along with the appointment of Hitler as Chancellor of Germany and the advent of the Roosevelt administration.
Within the comfortable, haven-like living room/dining room of the middle class Gordon family, the economy is gradually chipping away at both morale and morals. Business is bad and getting worse, as are relations between Leo Gordon (Michael Mantell) and his blowhard partner, Sam Katz (Bradley Goodwill). The Gordon's three adult children "” all unemployed or underemployed, all still living at home "” are ill-equipped to deal with the tough times. Daughter Pearl (Erin Bennett) is a pianist; golden son Ben (Shawn Law) struts and fails as a one-time Olympic runner now plagued by a bad heart; and youngest son Julie (Eric Pargac), though a banker, has been sidelined for months with "sleeping sickness," (probably a debilitating form of encephalitis). Armistice Day (Nov. 11) brings fears of Germany to the surface, a breakup and marriage, and foreshadowing of devastation at home and abroad.
There exists quite the open door policy in the Gordon household, with family friend Gus, cabbie Kewpie, a duo of newspapermen, a gigantic man in worn overalls, and the odd politician strolling in unheralded, all within the first act. This resulted in a considerable amount of confusion within the audience, as Odets eschewed ham-fisted but helpful greetings between the characters in his dialogue; even going so far as to have grown up children call their parents by their first names in one breath, then "mama" or "papa" in the next. The crystal clear characterizations of the 14 actor cast made it hard to stay lost for long, though there was a mass scrambling for programs during the first intermission as the audience tried to figure out what, exactly, was the relationship between the 24 characters who variously wandered, stormed, or burst ecstatically onstage.
The play is heavy on soliloquies and outdated slang. And it's long. Very long. Played at pace, it would run well over three and a half hours. Director Dámaso Rodriguez's solution to both the length and language was to allow the cast to deliver their lines at a breakneck pace whenever the mood struck. Sometimes this was effective, giving modern ears attuned to emotional tone rather than content something to latch onto. During more than a few touching moments, however, archaic yet beautiful poetry was lost.
Lori Larsen balanced sarcasm and tenderness as matriarch Clara Gordon. Matt Gottlieb displayed such an affable onstage presence as family friend Gus that the audience instantly accepted him, though they were visibly baffled for most of Act One by who he was and why he felt he could stroll around the Gordon household so freely, pawing their stuff and eating their food uninvited. If genial Gottlieb wandered into my house, offered to tune my piano, then started tinkering with my radio and sorting his stamp collection as he did in Paradise Lost, I probably wouldn't raise an eyebrow, either.
Less impressive was TV veteran Herschel Sparber as Mr. Pike, "the furnace man," whose main function seemed to be to periodically emerge from the Gordons' basement to voice his observations on said furnace and the world at large, which Sparber mangled multiple times, and to be astonishingly tall.
Set designer Tom Buderwitz created a cozy, cocoon-like realism on the stage floor that soaring two stories to become a flimsy, jagged-edged scrim surmounted by an upright piano sliced into a brutal triptych.
Though the play is more about humanity than the economy, and ends on Odets' forced note of hope, one wonders if Kate Whoriskey, who was officially sworn in as Intiman's new Artistic Director on opening night, misjudged Seattle's desire to wallow in every family's possible penurious future. The opening weekend performance on Sunday played to a theater that was barely half full.
Paradise Lost by Clifford Odets runs through April 25 at Intiman Theatre, located at Seattle Center. Tickets and production information are available at www.intiman.org.
From www.pnwtheatre.com
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