Not that they weren’t on a roll before. But now they are REALLY, REALLY on a roll.
After acquiring the Helen Hayes Theatre in April of 2015, this upstart Off Broadway producer has moved stoutly onto the Great White Way. Even more impressive: the new Broadway space is dedicated to only contemporary playwrights. That’s right.
The company now has three (count ‘me) spaces around Manhattan. And from the looks of it, new productions are lining up in the queue like planes at EWR.
You can see the exciting lineup for next year here.
Hysterically entertaining, expertly written play for New York audience to die for on the hallowed PH stage. New cast every bit as good as Steppenwolf premiere. A night of contemporary theatre to remember and savor. John Procaccino as Gary is unforgettably good. Every night in the theatre should be this special.
Incredibly, even though he has already won every award there is and been produced all over the world, Bruce Norris only continues to improve and hone his contemporary relevance. With THE QUALMS, a skillfully crafted, compact exploration of monogamy and its limitations as experienced inside an alternative polyamorous (aka partner swapping) community, this questing, ambitious artist delivers his best play since CLYBOURNE PARK and shows that there is seemingly no aspect of contemporary American life that does not interest him.
Audience members may be surprised to find that Norris’s heretofore customary abrasive tone is noticeably absent in THE QUALMS. In fact, his sympathetic treatment of many of the play’s characters and the sensitive exploration of some of hu(wo)manity’s deepest flaws (as well as most endearing assets) suggest a most unexpected discovery: Bruce Norris is happy.
CHICAGO – It’s any night of the week in a small southern (or is it western?) city. And as several middle class couples who could be anyone arrive for dinner at a gated beachside complex, the conversation turns – as it always does for ordinary Americans kicking back with friends – to the anachronistic human institution of monogamy, the abstract concept of sharing sexual partners, and the rather more specific proposition of turning your own spouse over to someone else for the next 20 minutes.
Or a full half hour if it involves a three way.
Wait. What? From the very first line of this sharp and sticky world premiere at Chicago’s Steppenwolf Theatre, you sense that, despite the realistic setting (kitchen sink and all) of a comfortable home, this is not going to be just any ordinary night at the theatre. But then this isn’t just any ordinary playwright at the helm. It’s bomb thrower Bruce Norris, who has made a career out of lobbing anti-complacency grenades deep into the box seats of the American class system and mercilessly picking apart the commonly held but often inadequately explored beliefs and assumptions that underpin some of contemporary society’s thorniest topics. He’s taken on race, money, and privilege. And now he trains his sights on marriage, fidelity, monogamy and sexual possessiveness.
In this fast-moving play, which at only 90 minutes with no intermission positively flies along, Norris is like a man with a torch walking briskly past a long line of cannons pointed at the audience, merrily lighting the fuses on all of them. He then disappears into the night, and after a short delay all hell breaks loose. A vast number of questions and issues are opened up, but very few are resolved. As you leave the theatre, the scope of the play keeps expanding. Which is what good theatre does.
As the play begins, married couple Chris and Kristy are discovered visiting with Gary and Teri in the latter’s home. We quickly figure out that Gary and Teri are hosting some sort of sex party for couples and that Chris and Kristy, for the first time, have decided to come and see what’s involved. The two couples met on vacation in Mexico a while back, at which time Gary mentioned “the lifestyle” and extended an invitation to learn more. The two newcomers, an attractive wholesome looking duo, have now decided to do just that, and they become the audience’s entry point into this strange new world (to all of the audience? some?) ahead. Much of the dramatic action involves these two finding out exactly what they have gotten themselves into, and then interrogating, resisting, arguing with, or submitting to the group’s activities.
Within the first few lines, Gary (a perfectly cast Keith Kupferer as a stout swinger in floral shirt with thinning hair and a penchant for electronic hookahs) immediately marks out where we’re headed: “Why do people get married? We’re not naturally monogamous, you know.” Chris (a hilariously uncomfortable and uptight Greg Stuhr) is the straight man whose sensibilities are going to be violated by just about everything all night long, all the while assuring us that he’s “not conservative.” Kristy (a fabulous Diane Davis, recently seen in the outstanding revival of THE MODEL APARTMENT by Donald Margulies at Primary Stages in New York) is a very attractive and eventually more interested explorer than her husband, though when we later find out which half of the outside couple wanted to come and why, we’ll be surprised. Teri (a sexy and affectionate Kate Arrington) makes it clear she is potentially interested in both Chris and Christy. Teri and Gary are not married.
No sooner do we grasp the setup than the rest of our marvelous cast of characters for the evening (dazzling actors all) begin to arrive at the house. Two other couples soon materialize (for a total of four), and we figure out that this gathering, which takes place in some unspecified coastal location, is one that people from all over the country attend, and its location moves around to different hosts every few months. Gary reminds everyone to “check the web site and pay your dues if you haven’t already”. In short, we have a society of swingers, and they have known each other for some time.
Next to arrive are Deb (Kirsten Fitzgerald) and Ken (Paul Oakley Stovall), also not married. Deb is a large woman (you know Norris is going to do something with that). Ken is a flamboyant, buffed out guy, whose exact sexuality will puzzle straight man Chris (who thinks he is gay) to no end. And then Regine (Karen Aldridge), a French woman from Marseille, and Roger (David Pasquesi), a thin and prickly Gulf War vet arrive and our group is complete.
And so now with our full group of eight on hand, what happens next is…
Unfortunately, I really do not want to give away any more than I already have about the play’s trajectory. Suffice it to say that every social taboo against enjoying multiple sex partners is soon arrayed on the table and taken up by different members of the assembled group, to devastatingly funny but also provocative effect. By about an hour in, the evening’s planned schedule has been reduced to rubble, and some characters are threatened to the very core. And then there is some real ugliness.
But it is in the play’s final seven minutes that yet another trademark Norris coup de théâtre takes us to a whole different plane. No one can let a silent, heavy moment hang there like Norris. And then with a single line he converts all that built up emotion into anarchic, uncontrollable, revolutionary laughter. The kind that upends everything you thought you believed and knew. The kind that could even change your mind. We end the play with one of those moments that can only happen in the live theatre. And we could all do with a lot more of those.
An actor as well as a playwright, Norris knows how to create material for an ensemble like Steppenwolf to shine. And watching these eight phenomenal actors (expertly directed by Pam MacKinnon who, fresh from the extraordinary WHEN WE WERE YOUNG AND UNAFRAID by Sarah Treem at Manhattan Theatre Club, has now directed two of the most exciting new American plays of 2014 – both concerned with sex) command the stage (and each others’ bodies – oh behave) is truly inspiring.
The theatre of engagement and provocation lives. Norris does it again, firmly establishing himself as one of America’s top playwrights. Witty, clueless Jeff Goldblum is an Elliot Spitzer figure watching his life unravel, and an astonishing Laurie Metcalf his disbelieving wife. Explaining why to furious daughter is hard – and heartbreaking.
Norris goes for the throat. Outstanding night of international level theatre on the city’s main stage. Race a target, but continuing costs of America’s endless imperial wars also in crosshairs. Large audience remained for fascinating talk back on opening night with cast and director. The play is only the beginning.
If you’re the type that just can’t wait, the first chance to glimpse number one of the final “big three” shows closing out the 2012-13 season at PCS is this weekend.
The first preview for CLYBOURNE PARK, the hilariously funny and decidedly un-PC Pulitzer Prize winner by one Bruce Norris (ever heard of him?), is Saturday night.
Note that there is also a preview in the beloved but rarely used (at least in Portland) Sunday night slot. A Sunday night preview of CLYBOURNE PARK on the big stage? Could there be a better way to close out the weekend? Don’t think so.
The show opens with full trumpet fanfare next Friday, April 12. So put your seat belts on.
But there’s a bunch of performances between now and then.