The younger Rands, members of the first family of Middleburgh, New York, have taken a shine to the Big Apple. Cicely, the youngest, bleats, "Who wants to smell new-mown hay when he could smell gasoline on Fifth Avenue?" This line may baffle urban audiences enjoying the Metropolitan Playhouse's revival of Clyde Fitch's 1915 melodrama The Cityafter all, many of us spend considerable hours swooning over bargain fares and real estate listings in our efforts to abandon the metropolis. (New-mown hay sounds positively exotic!) But Manhattan's attractionsthe pace, the fashion, the opportunities for romanceand its dangersthe anonymity, the brittleness, the moral relativismremain nearly unchanged.
The City By Clyde Fitch
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Director Yvonne Conybeare hasn't veiled the play's lurid elements (incest, murder, drug addiction), yet she seems to find character more compelling than plot. She concentrates primarily on the ethical dilemmas of George Rand Jr. (Michael Hardart) as he struggles to keep his business and political career intact while fending off the imprecations of his con artist confidential secretary Hannock (played with smirking susurration by Andrew Firda). Though occasionally mannered, neither the performances nor the script prove too stiff. The works of Fitchand indeed much of early-20th-century dramararely see the light of stage, but the Metropolitan provides a fine illumination.