Ayelet (Charlotte Cohn) is an Israeli woman whoís somehow ended up in a motel room in the unincorporated community of Goodview in rural Virginia on Christmas Eve. Her traveling companion, her grandmother, died earlier that morning, but a problem arose when Ayelet called the DHX shipping company to send the body back to Israel for quick burial in accordance with Jewish law: The local deliveryman, Terrence (Sheffield Chastain), left his keys in the truckís ignition, and then the truck and the body were stolen.
Fearing for his job, Terrence calls the only person he can get in touch with on this holiday night, his Jewish friend Josh (Jonathan Sale), to help him track down the bodyóand communicate with the non-English-speaking Ayelet. Never mind that Joshís facility with the language is limited to a weekend crash course he took when preparing for his bar mitzvah some 20 years earlier. He speaks well enough and she listens well enough, and thatís enough for them to say, however haltingly, anything thatís really important.
With the devout Ayelet newly single and wary of men, and Josh a widower who long ago lost touch with his Jewish faith, itís not hard to determine the direction in which Williams is moving. If youíre paying attention you can chart out every plot point (including the Surprise Twist Ending) well before the end of the first act; if youíre also fluent in Hebrew you may solve the puzzle even sooner, as Ayeletís huge tracts of untranslated dialogue hide major clues long before Josh and Terrence can pick up on them.
Thereís one exception. The action is split between December 24 and the day before, when Ayelet and her grandmother, Edna, arrived at the motel. But everything that happens on the 23rd is eye-poppingly extraneous, conveying little we canít interpret (or even just hear) from Ayelet, and filling out the background (Edna was a Russian Jew who fell in love with a man named Simon she couldnít marry; Simon moved to America and sheís been searching for him ever since her husband died) that serves, to be charitable, minute dramatic purpose on its own terms.
The main thing these scenes accomplish is establish a nice opportunity for a star turn from Carol Lawrence. The original Maria in West Side Story, one of the once-upon-a-skyrocket stars of New Faces of 1952, and inhabitor of countless other stage and screen roles, Lawrence remains an energetic and adventurous presence who brings a vibrancy and vivacity to the character while keeping a bit of melancholy in reserve for the obligatory Act II moments that demand it. Itís just that nothing demands they occur in the first place.
Williamsís flipping between the days also has the deleterious effect of defusing any of the comic momentum heís apparently trying to generate. You sense the playwright is aiming for big, two-way fish-out-of-water laughs, and trapping Ayelet, Josh, and Terrence in a hotel room under these circumstances could indeed lead to a rip-roaring farce with the proper execution. But with the body essentially a MacGuffin (spoiler alert: Itís found as effortlessly as itís lost) and Edna so deeply humanized, thereís neither the time nor the inclination for the hilarity to escalate ó simple jokes, simple sweetness, and thus a simple evening are all you get.
Thereís nothing wrong with that, of course, provided thatís all the playwright was going for. But Williams forever seems to be trying to go further and stumbling over his own premise along the way. Maybe Handle With Care would have achieved more lofty goals had Williams, well, handled it with a bit less care and a bit more craziness? Regardless, heís turned out a perfect, and perfectly forgettable, holiday show: a frothy mug of non-alcoholic eggnog fit for the whole family. Too bad the play always feels as though itís begging for just a tiny accompanying shot of rum.
Handle With Care