Rebecca Brooksher and Paul Fitzgerald in Period of Adjustment (Photo: Christy Wright) |
Like Eugene O’Neill, Tennessee Williams
wrote only one full-length comedy, but the comic efforts of America’s two
greatest playwrights stand in different relationships to the rest of their
output. O’Neill’s 1933 Ah, Wilderness! is a wish-fulfillment
fantasy version of his own family; it’s the flip side of his autobiographical Long Day’s Journey into Night, with every tragic detail neutralized
or reimagined to produce the benign, affectionate all-American family life he
could only dream of. The best
productions of the play air traces of the melancholy that the play deftly
represses; the worst are situation comedies.
By contrast Williams’s Period of
Adjustment (1960) isn’t at a far remove from his dramas. In the two awkward, disappointed couples Williams
juxtaposes on a snowy Memphis Christmas Eve, we recognize the playwright’s
ongoing portrait of a fumbling humanity out of step with its own worn dreams
but still on its feet. A rare and
sensitive production of the play by David Auburn at the end of the Berkshire
Theatre Festival season highlighted the lovely qualities of this forgotten
work. (A broad, frantic movie adaptation
in 1962 with Jane Fonda, Anthony Franciosa, Jim Hutton and Lois Nettleton
didn’t do much to bolster the play’s reputation.)
The
play begins when George Haverstick (C.J. Wilson) drops his bride Isabel
(Rebecca Brooksher) off with his Air Force buddy Ralph Bates (Paul Fitzgerald),
then peels out of his driveway without an introduction or an explanation. The Haversticks met at a hospital where he
was a patient and she was his nurse and married quickly without knowing each
other very well; she was a virgin, and her repulsion at the grossness, in her
opinion, of his wedding-night advances have started the marriage off
badly. He’s so uncomfortable and
terrified about the prospect of settling down with a wife that he’s planned
their honeymoon as a series of delay tactics, stopovers at the homes of men he
knew in the service; he and Ralph fought together in both World War II and
Korea. Until George finally returns -– with a bottle he went hunting for as a Christmas present for Ralph -– Ralph and
Isabel, total strangers, are stuck struggling to make conversation and make
sense out of George’s abrupt behavior. Ralph is
hardly in a position to administer counsel to honeymooners slogging painfully
through their period of adjustment. His
own wife, Dorothea (Anney Giobbe), has just walked out on him after he quit his job with her father.
The set-up is comic, but the emotions are familiar from other Williams plays, as is the theme of men and women reaching out to each other to help them negotiate their loneliness. Williams finds the only salvation in what Hannah Jelkes, in The Night of the Iguana, calls “broken gates between people,” where there is a momentary respite from life’s assaults and a little space to heal the wounds it has inflicted. These marriages -– Ralph and Dorothea’s, which has produced a little boy, and George and Isabel’s, which has barely begun -– have been disappointments because all four people have turned out to be different from their mates’ expectations of them. (Moreover, once George returns and he and Ralph become reacquainted, they turn out to be different men in each other’s eyes from the young warriors they were in their teens and twenties.) And the two couples have failed to find a way to make sexual desire operate as a salve for loneliness, though in both cases it has the potential to do so –- and it’s that potential that makes the play a comedy. The obstacle courses are different in the two marriages. Ralph married Dorothea, the play implies, more out of convenience than love and didn’t begin to desire her until later, and he’s so angry about his situation (his in-laws, his job) that he’s undervalued how much she means to him. George married a woman who turned him on, but he’s unused to the realities of a man and woman living together, and he’s stunned to discover that she expects to be courted after he’s already won her.
The set-up is comic, but the emotions are familiar from other Williams plays, as is the theme of men and women reaching out to each other to help them negotiate their loneliness. Williams finds the only salvation in what Hannah Jelkes, in The Night of the Iguana, calls “broken gates between people,” where there is a momentary respite from life’s assaults and a little space to heal the wounds it has inflicted. These marriages -– Ralph and Dorothea’s, which has produced a little boy, and George and Isabel’s, which has barely begun -– have been disappointments because all four people have turned out to be different from their mates’ expectations of them. (Moreover, once George returns and he and Ralph become reacquainted, they turn out to be different men in each other’s eyes from the young warriors they were in their teens and twenties.) And the two couples have failed to find a way to make sexual desire operate as a salve for loneliness, though in both cases it has the potential to do so –- and it’s that potential that makes the play a comedy. The obstacle courses are different in the two marriages. Ralph married Dorothea, the play implies, more out of convenience than love and didn’t begin to desire her until later, and he’s so angry about his situation (his in-laws, his job) that he’s undervalued how much she means to him. George married a woman who turned him on, but he’s unused to the realities of a man and woman living together, and he’s stunned to discover that she expects to be courted after he’s already won her.
Rebecca Brooksher and C.J. Wilson (Photo: Christy Wright) |
If
the play were a tragedy, there would be more emphasis on the afflictions that have
hobbled the male characters in particular – Ralph’s restlessness and George’s
shakes, which made it so difficult for him to hold his tools that he quit his
workman’s job (without telling Isabel until afterwards) and has arrived at his
friend’s door with a half-baked scheme to move west and raise horses for TV
westerns. Still we take note of them,
and Auburn includes an affecting moment when, after Isabel gently takes George’s
hands as if to calm his tremor. The scene is paralleled by one between the other couple where Dorothea is touched by Ralph's kindness in putting out the money to buy her a coat for Christmas. Her reaction overrides the show he's been making throughout the play of selling it, along with the
furniture in their house, so he can move out now that he considers the marriage
is over. (Williams includes a wonderful loony detail about that house: after
they moved in, the Bateses discovered that it had been built over a slowly
sinking cavern. There’s an ingenious comic
metaphor for the perils that married life can both meet and embody: Ralph and Dorothy have to figure out a way to
keep on living together without winding up at the bottom of that cavern.)
The
four performers are all good, especially Brooksher and Fitzgerald. She has a funky interior rhythm that keeps
her mouth moving to the end of her thoughts no matter what kind of cacophony
surrounds her, and both of them really inhabit Williams’s idiosyncratic
dialogue –- they make it their own. Mark
Corkins and Mia Dillon show up somewhere in the middle of the play as
Dorothea’s folks, the McGillicuddys, with whom she’s taken refuge: Corkins gives a plausible impersonation of a
self-made man whose pride in himself is a little unsavory (he isn’t far away
from the good old boys Williams makes us cringe at in Orpheus Descending and Sweet
Bird of Youth), but Dillon’s cartoonish performance is at odds with the
style of the rest of the acting. The
addition of a fifth and sixth character challenges the resources of R. Michael
Miller’s functional set, and Auburn’s staging shows the strain of having to fit
everyone comfortably on stage together. Wade Laboissonniere designed costumes that ingeniously point up elements
in the characters. I particularly liked
the robe he gave Isabel to change into after her shower. George’s masculine pride has been hurt by her
resistance to his wedding-night sexual aggressiveness, but when you see that
robe, with its delicate feminine sexiness, you realize that far from being
frigid or hysterically virginal, she has actually been anticipating a honeymoon
night filled with romantic passion –- and then was let down when he didn’t have
a clue about how to give it to her.
Tennessee
Williams was badly served in the Berkshires earlier in the summer when David
Cromer mounted a ludicrous Streetcar
Named Desire that showed not the smallest understanding of the text. The BTF Period
of Adjustment redressed the balance and provided a welcome glimpse of a
Williams play that, though minor, is unmistakably the work of a master.
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