Strindberg's Redemption
Easter,
by August Strindberg
produced by the August Strindberg Repertory Theatre at the Genre Frankel Theater, NYC.
directed by Robert Greer
with Chudney Sykes, Nathan James, DeSean Stokes, Carol Carter, Ley Smith, Jolie Garrett
produced by the August Strindberg Repertory Theatre at the Genre Frankel Theater, NYC.
directed by Robert Greer
with Chudney Sykes, Nathan James, DeSean Stokes, Carol Carter, Ley Smith, Jolie Garrett
Strindberg wrote Easter
in 1901 in Stockholm. True to his vision, it’s a short play (this production
runs less than 90 minutes). It has huge lumps of Strindbergian despair with a
welcome garnish of redemption. It concerns a family in huge financial debt due
to the father’s swindling. He’s in prison, his daughter has just been release
from a madhouse, and the creditor is at the door. I love Strindberg.
Our playwright has little concern with plot; there’s
only a flimsy string of dramatic action. A lot of the dialogue is merely repetitive
exposition. And our favorite Swede lays on the moralizing so thick that the
story, such as it is, is smothered, and the play’s boring.
In the recent production by the August Strindberg
Repertory Theatre (NYC, OOB), the actors are expressive and sharp. Their
emotional flow is smooth, balanced; the transitions are faultless; their
delivery of clunky lines is masterful. They’re called upon to say things like
“I don’t understand you but I think I know the meaning of your thoughts.” Good
heavens!
Nathan James is especially dexterous as Ellis, the
son, husband and brother, the center of the play. He delivers awkward
exposition with commitment and motivation, not to say without embarrassment.
But the acting lacks contrast. This is one reason
the emotional flow is so smooth; it’s easy. Our mad daughter (the most lucid of
the characters) has particular opportunity to show some bipolar disorder, but
apparently is directed not to. This emotional reasonableness is uniform in this
cast of good actors; played it safe.
The creditor shows up at the end of the play, a big
raging bear (the script uses the metaphor). He literally roars at our Ellis. But
then Ellis gives a sort of dismissive smirk, and we sort of laugh. Director
Robert Greer hasn’t decided if we’re in expressionism or realism here. His
handling of the score and the script mechanics is otherwise skillful
The costumes are nice, as is the set with it simple
backdrop of sketched windows. It’s really cool that the production closed on
Easter Sunday.
By its mission the August Strindberg Repertory Theatre tackles
difficult scripts, and we admire that. We’re looking forward to their production
in September Mr. Bengt’s Wife, a play
so obscure that this’ll be the English-language premier.
- Steve Capra
- March 2013