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The Glass Menagerie
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Broadway review: The Glass Menagerie gets a modern, minimalist look with Sally Field

Written by
David Cote

“The play is memory,” Tom Wingfield (Joe Mantello) explains at the start of The Glass Menagerie. “Being a memory play, it is dimly lighted, it is sentimental, it is not realistic.” What if someone took Tennessee Williams at his word and pushed it to extremes? You would have Sam Gold’s starkly compelling, bravely executed revival at the Belasco Theatre. By the standards of our downtown avant-garde—long influenced by Euro regietheater and the deconstructive antics of the Wooster Group—Gold’s approach is familiar. It’s the 3M Plan: minimal, metatheatrical, modern dress. Still, it’s rare for a Broadway audience to face an iconic stage classic so radically and brutally “interrogated.” For that reason alone, it is imperative that you see it.

Indeed, forcing us to look seems to be part of Gold’s tactic. As Laura, Tom’s painfully shy and dreamy sister whom their overbearing Southern matron Amanda (Sally Field) is desperate to marry off, Gold has cast Madison Ferris, an actor with muscular dystrophy. Ferris gets around in a wheelchair or, impressively, crab-walks on all fours, spine and hips alarmingly cantilevered. Watching her locomote from floor to chair, one feels awed by Ferris’s nonchalant endurance but also vaguely guilty for staring. Gold complicates the characterization of Laura by having Ferris speak with a contemporary vocal fry that betrays little trace of self-pity or mooniness. This magnifies Laura’s physical challenge (in the text, she has a slight limp) and de-emphasizes her psychological fragility. Laura is perfectly fine, Gold seems to be saying; everyone else is damaged. Does this conception “work” with Williams’s play? Yes and no. It is only a reading, and as such demands your own re-interpretation.

This isn’t the director’s first time with Menagerie; he staged the play in 2015 with Ivo van Hove’s Toneelgroep Amsterdam. Indeed, Gold has probably learned a few tricks from van Hove’s visceral, clarifying approach. The design team is the same as in Europe: Andrew Lieberman creates a deceptively spare set, a gaping wound of blackness; Wojciech Dziedzic carefully controls the ratio of drab gray to blossoming color; Adam Silverman dims the house lights so slowly and imperceptibly, it feels like a trap; and Bray Poor crafts a ghostly soundscape that echoes down the memory chambers. The Menagerie that played Broadway in 2013–14—John Tiffany’s solid and resonant revival starring Cherry Jones—had fine, intelligent design, but it was still firmly within the sepia-toned Expressionism the play has been wrapped in since 1944. This kind of hard-edged design blows the dust off and then trains a klieg light on the drifting motes.

As for the acting, it’s all over the map—perhaps to suggest family members trapped in different worlds. Mantello is urbane, crisp and polished, our semi-reliable narrator. Field starts off as bland but builds to maternal rage and fury. In the heartbreakingly hopeful Gentleman Caller scene, Finn Wittrock’s manly brio carries an edge of aggression. For all this production’s cerebral choices and cold, distancing design, the emotional impact is there: love, disgust, betrayal, shame and the longing for understanding. Yes, Menagerie is memory, and I’ll not soon forget this shockingly fresh frame and angle. The glass figures are polished, hard, to the breaking point; the light bouncing off them is nearly blinding.

Belasco Theatre (Broadway). By Tennessee Williams. Directed by Sam Gold. With Sally Field, Joe Mantello, Madison Ferris, Finn Wittrock. Running time: 2hrs 5mins. No intermission. Through July 2. Click here for full ticket and venue information.

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