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Desire Under the Elms

Theatre Review by Matthew Murray - April 27, 2009

The Goodman Theatre Production of Desire Under the Elms by Eugene OíNeill. Directed by Robert Falls. Scenic design by Walt Spangler. Costume design by Ana Kuzmanic. Lighting design by Michael Philippi. Original music and sound design by Richard Woodbury. Wig design by Charles G. Lapointe. Cast: Brian Dennehy, Carla Gugino, Pablo Schreiber, with Boris McGiver, Daniel Stewart Sherman.
Theatre: St. James Theatre, 246 West 44th Street between Broadway and 8th Avenue
Running time: 1 hour 40 minutes, with one intermission
Audience: Desire Under the Elms is intended for mature audiences ages 14 and up. The production contains scenes with nudity and explicit sexual content. Parental discretion is advised. Children under the age of 4 are not permitted in the theatre.
Schedule: Tuesday at 7 pm, Wednesday through Saturday at 8 pm, Wednesday and Saturday at 2 pm, Sunday at 3 pm.
Ticket prices: Orchestra and Mezzanine (Rows A-F, Center Rows G-P) $117, Mezzanine (Side Rows J-P) $87, Mezzanine (Rows Q-R) $37
Wednesday matinees: Orchestra and Mezzanine (Rows A-F, Center Rows G-P) $117, Mezzanine (Side Rows J-P) : $77, Mezzanine (Rows Q-R) $32
Select Premium and Aisle Locations: Premium Seating $202, Aisle Seating $132 (May only be purchased in pairs.)
Wednesday matinees: Premium Seating $152, Aisle Seating $132 (May only be purchased in pairs.)
Saturday evening: Premium Seating $252, Aisle Seating $132 (May only be purchased in pairs.)
Tickets: Telecharge

Desire Under the Elms
Carla Gugino and Pablo Schreiber
Photo by Liz Lauren.

The appeal of health clubs originates from the simplest of ideas: Bloat isnít hot. Well, whatís true of the thighs is true of the theatre, and the revival of Desire Under the Elms, which just opened at the St. James after premiering at Chicagoís Goodman Theatre earlier this year, desperately needs liposuction.

It must be noted immediately that this is in spite of the nips and tucks director Robert Falls has made to Eugene OíNeillís 1924 tragic melodrama (or is it a melodramatic tragedy?). Heís cut a fair amount of dialogue. Heís excised the attendant ensemble thatís always filled out the periphery of the 1850 New England setting, and settled on only five actors (only three of whom - Brian Dennehy, Carla Gugino, and Pablo Schreiber - have major roles). Most notably, heís done away with the elms, placing the action on and around a pile of boulders that, as designed by Walt Spangler, looks like a confused cross between a quarry and an avalanche.

Yet the crazed excesses polluting this productionís every pore almost make the theaterís last tenant, the Patti LuPone revival of Gypsy, look reasonable and restrained in comparison. Falls has abandoned the commitment to naturalistic minimalism that served him well in his 1999 revival of Death of a Salesman and superbly in his 2003 version of Long Dayís Journey Into Night, and instead plunged into sugar-rush realism so heightened it may as well have been launched skyward with a catapult.

Falls begins the evening with a pantomime set to music, depicting the drudgery the three Cabot brothers, Eben (Schreiber), Simeon (Daniel Stewart Sherman), and Peter (Boris McGiver), must endure. Simeon and Peter haul rocks, perspiring and grunting. Eben busybodies around the family cottage. And for the better part of five minutes, absolutely nothing happens.

This concept is rehashed later, after Ebenís father Ephraim (Dennehy) arrives home with his new wife Abbie (Gugino), whoís destined to fall - and fall hard - for Eben. To the strains of Bob Dylanís 1997 ďNot Dark Yet,Ē the three putz around the household, eat dinner, and try ignore their encroaching discomfort for the full length of the song, during which time no useful information is conveyed.

Desire Under the Elms
Carla Gugino and Brian Dennehy
Photo by Liz Lauren.

When the young and horny not-quite couple can no longer repress their raging hormones, they begin writhing and reaching for each other - from opposite ends of the stage - while Dennehy delivers a crucial monologue establishing Ephraimís tormented personal history. But focusing on his words, laden with the rich, soil-stained Everyman poetry for which OíNeill is justifiably acclaimed, is impossible with the stylized groping going on around him. By the time Eben and Abbie finally consummate their yearnings a few minutes later, itís - if youíll pardon the expression - anti-climactic.

It is not, however, exactly surprising. Falls establishes in the first seconds that heís less concerned with the story than he is its throbbing foundation, so his essential ignoring of Dennehy - in this scene and practically everywhere else - makes some sense. Because the play is somewhat creaky today, with soap operas and nighttime dramas having gone much further many times over, pretending that real emotions can exist here could well be a gateway to unstoppable tidal waves of audience sniggering.

Personally, I think audiences could cope with it. (I also think they donít need the metallic-sounding amplification that renders every spoken word a balcony-piercing screech.) But the actors would have no chance in any event: Not a single one makes the dialogue sound natural. True, OíNeill scripted it in a nearly impenetrable dialect that perhaps overemphasized the regional nasality of extreme Northeasterners. But the way the actors alternately blare, mumble, spit, and swallow their lines, often into utter incomprehensibility (Schreiber is particularly poor in this regard), is not an identifiable attempt at communication - with each other or with us.

It doesnít matter much: The cuts and the atmosphere of suffocating abstractness ensure OíNeill barely has his say anyway. But there is still some meat here. The Westward Expansion, the allure of California gold, and the debilitating effects of living a life of want are vibrant topics for exploring how souls are discovered, stripped bare, wounded, and healed, even when they seem their most untouchable. The romantic triangle at the center of the show may be silly on the surface to our eyes, but itís the pulsating heart of America at its greediest and grabbiest, the reminder you canít (and shouldnít) always get everything you crave.

Thatís the essence of Desire Under the Elms. But Falls and his actors are so obsessed with playing its symbolism - another example: The cabinís kitchen table (the emblem of home) is profusely fondled, rubbed, and sweat on - that they forget to just play the play. The result is one of the most overwrought and underthought ensembles with major names that Iíve ever seen on Broadway.

Schreiber is a categorical disaster, a shambling scarecrow barking his lines and wearing a perpetually dizzy look that in no way brands him as the barely containable or civilized sex object OíNeill demands. Gugino is hopelessly modern, her attitude and voice more peeved Park Avenue than School of Hard Knocks graduate; she keens and cries and moans and wails, but she only occasionally connects with the woman whoís become the conduit of pain for a father and son. (Any chemistry between Schreiber and Gugino is strictly accidental, derived more from their physiques than anything they do with them.) Dennehy gives Ephraim all the James Tyrone he can, but ultimately looks ancient and weak, not the pillar of solidity he should be. He comes across as useless to the point of invisibility - Falls simply isnít interested in Ephraim except as a means to an end.

Whether the play should be about no more than Eben and Abbie going at it is another question, but at least Falls's attention to it helps the play live up to its title. And yes, some skin is flashed. It's all Schreiber's, however, and judging from what he shows, Eben has spent much of his mother's inheritance on a platinum gym membership. But one wishes Falls had paid this same respect for leanness to the rest of this Desire Under the Elms. What use is a director's paring a play of its fat if he also gives it a metric ton of new dead weight to lug around all night?


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