By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Jessica Dawson
By Tom Sellar
By R. C. Baker
By Tom Sellar
In Tennessee Williamss 1944 play The Glass Menagerie, the characters dreams intersect and collideshattering the way the horn of Lauras glass unicorn breaks off when reality, in the form of the Gentleman Caller, obtrudes into the Wingfield household. In Faith Healing, Jane Comforts marvelous 1993 interpretation of the play (just revived at the Joyce Soho), those dreams are expanded through choreography into a shimmering underlay for Williamss words.
In the text, the faded Southern belle Amanda, whose husband has run off, drifts into memories of her many suitors and imagines that her lame, excruciatingly shy daughter, Laura, can master business college and get a job as a secretary. Either that, or get prettied up and find a husband. Amandas son, Tom, a surrogate for the playwright, dreams of escaping his humdrum job and his mothers daily chiding, and becoming a writer. Laura plays with her menagerie of little glass animals and, perhaps, wishes herself prettier and bolder.
Comforts performers speak a great deal of Williamss dialogue, but add subtext through dance or stylized movementsometimes poetically and indirectly, sometimes with repressed passion, sometimes hilariously. They also morph into other characters mentioned in the text. The casting is crucial. In this production, the role of Amanda is again performed by Mark Dendy. Dendy may be marginally less athletic than he was 17 years ago, but his startling rendition of Amanda has only grown in depth. His voice coaxes, rages, caresses sweet memories, and flattens bravely when the fantasies crumble around Amanda. The new members of the cast (Heather Christian as Laura, Sean Donovan as Tom, Matthew Hardy as the Gentleman Caller, and Leslie Cuyjet as the Woman in the Movies) inhabit their characters in ways subtly different from the original performers interpretations (Christians Laura, for example, seems far more fidgety and mentally disturbed than Nancy Alfaros was), and all are wonderful.
The characters slide into each others visions. All of them at times echo Lauras fluttery little gestures that evoke her glass animals. Tom stars himself in movies (not necessarily of the plays period) that express his sexual fantasies (Hardy caresses Donovan from behind, while they mouth the dialogue of the prison seduction scene from Kiss of the Spiderwoman). But a dream of Superman (with the performers lip-synching the movies soundtrack) features Laura as Lois Lane and the Gentleman Caller (a friend of Toms from work) as Clark Kent. To see Superman and his girl racing around the space andlying on their bellies on neighboring stools, their arms spreadis to envision a Laura that Tom would love to see, liberated from her crippled body and introversion.
Many of Comforts choice are surprising, but all are apt. When Amanda excoriates Laura for secretly dropping out of the secretarial course, Laura then imagines reversing the roles, just as she imagines ripping off the fluffy gingham dress her mother has dolled her up in to reveal a red-sequined sheath. The awkward scene between Laura and the Gentleman Caller underscores the confidence his apparent approval of her engenders; they both wear roller skates, and he gently induces her to take bigger steps until theyre flying giddily around the room. An argument between Tom and his mother escalates into a furious wrestling match, no holds barred.
With the help of music by Richard Landry and Brooks Williams, Comforts whole production floats beautifully along, exposing the darkness beneath the plays currents. Written during a World War, summoning up the lees of a bygone South, and memorializing the playwrights sister (crippled by serious schizophrenia and eventually lobotomized), The Glass Menagerie script has its own powerful magic. Comforts tactful humor and her glosses on the text do not diminish that, but can make it even more poignant. In his final speech, Tom says, I left Saint Louis. I descended the steps of this fire escape for a last time and followed, from then on, in my father's footsteps, attempting to find in motion what was lost in space. I think that Comfort has given a new kind of motion to this beautiful lost-in-space-and-time play.