, under the directorial command of attendance artistic executive Dustin Milberg, gives a compact, straightforward oeuvre that delectable script. His three actors travel their roles with gusto. Gustave (Tobias Andersen) has been at the haunt only a few months in the autumn of 1959, but he comes across as the alpha male: He's pompous, acerbic and has some great strategies for defending the terrace from intruders, corporeal or nonexistent. It's the sumptuous Gustave's aim to go to Indochina, yet he has such harmful agoraphobia he can hardly decamp the grounds.
A stone carving of a noble-looking dog decorates the terrace, and it becomes a quiet number in itself as Gustave ends up talking to it. The highly-strung Phillipe (played by the dexterous Michael Biesanz), who has a shrapnel distress in the head, thinks the dog periodically moves on its own. Kindly Henri (Scott Malcolm) sees it more lucidly: as a mascot for dilapidated soldiers whose lives have become relegated to the terrace and their secluded rooms. The decorative persecute will continue longer than any of them, they realize, and when Gustave insists on bringing it along on their outing, an carfuffle ensues.
Phillipe's rocker offend causes him to habitually blackout, and Biesanz, a bunch of corked-up energy, makes him the most interesting, complex character. ("When he's dead, he'll be an devoted corpse," comments Gustave.) Shuffling about energetically, his countenance knotted into a questioning frown, he's nervous about Sister Madeleine who runs the home, thoughtful she's conspiring to annihilate those with a machine copy birthdays in the establishment, and she'll get rid of him in due course. Malcolm's Henri is calmer, more rational, even sweet. A chimerical at heart, he likes irresistible walks heretofore a girls' secondary and develops a put down on a adolescent teacher, describing her charms in embellished terms.
He sees Sister Madeleine, a big-as-life personality we never meet, as a very trim person. Biesanz sees her as evil, and masculine Gustave thinks she has a wrinkle on him ("I biffed her once," he says, grinning smugly delight in a scampish child). The geezers, ever ploy to get out into the world, strand themselves together on a the sack hose in one entertaining scene. It's symbolic of their connectedness, for notwithstanding their differences, it may well be they desideratum each other in these autumnal years. Maybe they don't have to retreat after all to have adventures, companionship, some built of exhilaration and contentment.
As wrote: "You have occasion for not up your office … you need not even listen, innocently wait … the world will lavishly offer itself to you to be unmasked by it. It has no choice: It will wave in frenzy at your feet." Director Milberg has added veritable World War I footage on a television between acts, and the bloody actuality of that awful war adds a sobering note to the play.
Costumes by Russel Terwelp don't always work. Andersen is decked out in a dour application that seems headway too spiffy and contemporary. Best to spit with tweeds, wool vests and shades of brown, as many productions of "Heroes" have done. Sophya Vidal's set, with its pots of roses and curved stone benches, plant perfectly, as does Lance Bennett's shape form flooding the breaks with antique French music.
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