By Jennifer Krasinski
By James Hannaham
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By R.C. Baker
By R.C. Baker
Funny that respectable farm folk should name their town "Thief River." These days, even Hell's Kitchen, where Lee Blessing's play is being performed, calls itself Clinton. And these stiff-backed, northern Midwesterners are no easygoing Manhattanites. At the play's start, it's prom night, 1948, and two high school boys are in love. One of them, Gil, has just been beaten up by the school homophobe, and has retaliated by getting a gun and shooting two fingers off his attacker's hand. Gil's lover Ray, more cautious in every respect, is putting him back in order when an unexpected intrusion occursone of several that turn Thief River awry, weighing down its serious study of a problematic relationship with the elaborate and sometimes dubious baggage of a thriller.
Like the boy lovers, divided by inner hesitation as well as external taboo, Blessing's play often seems to be, not a single statement, but alternating halves of two contradictory onesa division complicated by his having divided his characters into three. The deceptive opening scene is not the beginning of Ray and Gil's time together but its end: Their next two meetings will be 25 and 48 years later, respectively. Three actors play each of the two roles; each also plays a third party whose presence disrupts the relationship, under increasingly improbable circumstances. To top off the confusion, the three scenes are fragmented, intercut in jumbled sequence, occasionally linked with narration. Figuring out what's going on in Thief River is only the first step in decoding it. Rich with feeling and dense with implied, conflicting ideas, the evening is also pricked throughout with thorny questions that make even its best intentions dubious. It's a play that celebrates the romance of homosexuality while at the same time implying that it's only an arguable choice at best.
The chain of accidental interventions that starts in the first scene shapes the two boys' future: Ray stays in Thief River, inherits his grandfather's farm, marries, has a son, and almost manages to retire as a respected prominent citizen. Gil, compelled to leave town, heads for the Twin Cities, where he leads an out life with a succession of unfulfilling lovers. Ray writes to Gil every week for 25 years; Gil writes back until Ray, about to be married, asks him to stop. After the events of the second scene, the one-sided correspondence continues in reverse, with Gil writing to Ray, who declines to reply. The third scene, set in 2001, brings the opening scene's events some cautious resolution.
Glimmer, Glimmer and Shine
By Warren Leight
Manhattan Theatre Club
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The extreme romanticism of this storythe love that only spoke its name in private correspondence for 53 yearsis vitiated by the questions that crop up in its telling. Why can't one or both men surrender this obsessive clinging to adolescent memories? If the feeling's so intense and so mutual, why can't there be some way around the ornate barriers the coincidence-laden plot puts up? If Ray can sneak out to a bar for a quick trick, why can't he arrange an equally quick clandestine meeting with Gil, whose adult occupation (writing travel articles) gives him ready mobility? The pivotal middle scene is set just in the era when sprawling urbanization and the swallowing of small farms by huge techno-combines would tempt Ray to give up his frustrating life. At the very least, it's puzzling that he's apparently raised his son (a significant offstage figure) to be a violent homophobe. The puzzle's heightened by Blessing's view of the region's hostility toward homosexuals as a uniform blank wall. No one would deny that violent bigotry of every kind breeds in the northern Midwest. At the same time, the region has a long history of sheltering and supporting nonconformists of every stripe, including the sexual. The rigid social picture Blessing paints, abetting the play's tilts toward melodrama, detracts from its twisty, complex, human side: One finally wonders if the rigidity isn't simply in Ray's mind, the way the myth of the seemingly unchanging farm town seems to have lodged in Blessing's.
Ray's mind, of course, is the script's most mysterious realm. Gil, whose impulsive actions cause the dramatic crisis in each scene, is emotionally transparent; Ray's motives are opaque. This stems from a fact we learn just after the opening scene: Ray's father, who has come back from World War II weighed down by some dark emotional burden, has built a new house on the farm and, the night after finishing it, has killed his wife and himself. Ray has escaped only by not being home at the time. This trauma, which hovers over the remainder of the piece, is mentioned once or twice, but its effect on Ray is never explored. No one ever lives in the house, which Ray nonetheless maintains; the scene of his three encounters with Gil, it becomes the symbol of their unfulfilled relationship, and also of its antithesis: One implication, never mentioned but nonetheless present, is that Ray's father's violence has come from his believing that Ray's sexual nature will prevent him from becoming man of the house in turn. Anotherwhich might explain Ray's dogged devotionis the thought that the boys may have been together the night of the murder, that Ray's love for Gil has literally saved his life. These possibilities drift through the dense haze just beneath the play's bright, snappish surface. If it doesn't make for a fully realized work, it certainly leaves a troubling aftereffect.