Reviewed
by Mark Peikert
Eugene
O'Neill's Anna Christie is not a great play, despite its Pulitzer Prize
and
famous Garbo-starring film version. And unfortunately, the Metropolitan
Playhouse's stripped-down production highlights the play's greatest
faults,
from the weak dialogue to the melodramatic plot.
What
might seem less affected on a Broadway stage — or the silver screen —
comes
across as loud, repetitive, and over the top in the small Metropolitan
Playhouse. The outsized emotions of former prostitute Anna, her sailor
father,
Chris; and her lover Mat as they try to live happily on the sea in 1910
come
across as cheaper and less insistent when the actors are just a foot or
two
away from the audience. Nor does it help that director Robert Z. Kalfin
has
allowed his three main actors to yell a great deal, especially Roger
Clark as
Mat, who seems to have turned his volume dial up to 11 and then broken
it off
during intermission, though his Irish accent is always superb, even at
a full
roar. Likewise, Sam Tsoutsouvas' Swedish accent as Anna's father is
unassailable, though no doubt it helped that O'Neill wrote the same
lines over
and over for Chris.
But
where the production runs into trouble is Jenne Vath as Anna. Looking
like a
battered kewpie doll, Vath holds her own in the climactic third act,
when she
finally sits her father and Mat down and spills her past; but there are
times
when her performance wobbles. By emphasizing the comedy during dramatic
moments
(presumably under Kalfin's direction), Vath gets the laugh but costs
the moment
some reality, while her switching vocal registers with dizzying speed
adds a
touch of drag queen to her characterization.
If
Kalfin could tone the production — and his actors — down, then Anna
Christie
might have another triumphant return to New York City. But right now
the play
feels far too big for such a small theatre.
Curtain
Up
By
Paulanne Simmons
Anna Christie, one of Eugene
O'Neill's earliest plays, is the work of a young man who still believes
in
innocence and goodness. What makes it unusual is that O'Neill imparts
this
message through a play about a woman who succumbed to a life of
prostitution
after being abandoned by her sailor father and left in the care of
abusive
relatives. And he did it in 1921.
The play
begins when Anna,
sick and friendless, seeks refuge with her father, who is now captain
of a coal
barge that never leaves port. Through a happy set of circumstances,
Anna falls
in love with a coal stoker her father rescues from drowning. After
overcoming
numerous difficulties, including her father's initial opposition and
the
revealing of her own shady past, the two decide to marry and,
presumably, live
happily ever after.
Anna Christie is a
surprising play for several reasons. Unlike most of O'Neill's work, it
ends
happily. And unlike most melodramas of its era, it is both respected
and
frequently performed today.
What is it that makes Anna
Christie so enduring? Most probably a combination of O'Neill's gift for
creating believable characters and making poetry flow from their lips
so
naturally the audience forgets these are the words of a skilled artist.
Metropolitan Playhouse's
staging, directed by Robert Z. Kalfin, is a simple, low-cost
production. It
actually benefits from the small stage. The intimate theater
effectively
illustrates the confined world in which Anna lives. But the real pillar
of this
production is Sam Tsoutsouvas, a fine actor whose portrayal of Anna's
father,
the crusty captain, Chris Christopherson, is nothing short of
perfection.
It was O'Neill's great
genius that allowed him to turn a man who took little interest in his
wife and
less in his daughter, into a gentle hero — a man who has been misled
but never
wanted to hurt anyone or do evil. It is Tsoutsouvas's great talent that
allows
him to breathe life into that character. He looks, sounds and moves so
much
like the captain one can almost smell the salt water inside the theater.
Roger Clark is also
outstanding as the handsome, passionate, pious and somewhat
hypocritical Mat
Burke, who finds himself bound to Anna in spite of her past. This is no
small
accomplishment, considering how outdated the character is in our much
more
permissive times.
Jenne Vath completes the
triangle with her restrained portrayal of Anna, a woman who is down but
not yet
out. Anna can chug her liquor but still clings to her dignity. She
knows she's
damaged goods, but despite the fate that most probably awaits her, she
refuses
to give up. Vath effortlessly conveys both the hope and the despair.
Paul Hudson's subdued
lighting and Michael Anania's rustic set, with ropes suspended from
above being
the principal indication of the sea and the ship, keep O'Neill's
universal
themes of love and hope firmly anchored in time and place.
Kalfin has wisely given
himself modest goals. He has not sought to reinterpret O'Neill, add
unnecessary
bells and whistles or give the play a modern context. He has instead
trusted
that his audience will be able to accept the play on its own terms and
because
of the strength of O'Neill's splendid gift for dialogue. His instincts
have
proved correct.
New Theatre Corps
Reviewed
by Amanda Halkiotis
Eighty
years after this play granted Eugene O'Neill his second Pulitzer, the
weighty
drama of this...well, weighty drama...still grabs hold of the audience.
From
the man who knew family dysfunction better than most, the Metropolitan
Playhouse has produced a classic interpretation without skimping on the
fight
scenes.
Whether
searching for family ties or cultural identity, the characters in
Eugene
O’Neill’s Anna Christie resonate with a longing for stability and a
place to
belong, universal themes that still apply today. This
turn-of-the-century story
about an immigrant’s working-class life in lower Manhattan speaks, on
many levels, to what it
means to leave one home behind in order to discover another, as many
New
Yorkers (even today) once did.
The
play begins at a pub as the drunken Anna Christie (the stunning Jenne
Vath)
gets to work. She orders a drink, swills it quickly and asks the
barkeep, Larry
(Zachary Spicer), for another while she waits for her father Chris
Christopherson (Sam Tsoutsouvas) to show up. As for Chris, a bumbling
widower
cloaked in layers of gray flannel and a fitted fisherman’s cap that he
almost
never removes, he has never known how to care or provide for his
daughter. His
heartbreaking dilemma is that that’s never kept him from loving for
her. His
abandoning her to distant relatives as a girl, for example, he sees as
leaving
her better off while he braves the high seas, fulfilling the long
legacy of
seafarers in his family. In choosing this life for himself he also
determines
Anna’s, and this attempt to take control of one’s fate backfires more
than once
as the play ensues. Mr. Tsoutsouvas takes a simple, uneducated
character and
breathes life into his lines, perfecting a thick Swedish accent to
match the
script’s dialectical phrasing of broken English.
Through
four engrossing acts Anna’s fighting spirit shows a stomach for rough
travels
and tough times. Fighting to keep her head above water--even when
surrounded by
it-– she tries to leave behind a soiled past in order to win the heart
of the
honest Irish-Catholic coal stoker, Mat Burke (a subtle yet effective
Roger
Clark). No matter Anna’s temperament, whether vulnerable, irrational,
defensive, desperate, or even at times daring and giddy, Mr. Clark
plays off
her with gradual, believable reactions. Even in a three-piece suit and
clean-shaven mug on his way to propose to Anna, his brute masculinity
shows
through. Once again, background and occupation imply a character’s lot
in life,
and Anna, in answering Mat, must ultimately also answer to her own
fate. An
added flourish to Mr. Clark’s performance is the genuine rogue accent
acquired
from years of studying his craft in Ireland.
The
three principle actors are matched by a great supporting cast
(including an
incorrigible Karen Christie-Ward and a snappy Mr. Spicer). Robert Z.
Kalfin
directs down to the smallest details, even dressing the set with
vintage
magazines and newspapers. With the help of set designer Michael Anania,
Mr.
Kalfin uses a few specific pieces of coarse wooden furniture to give
the
illusion of larger areas, such as showing just a table and tap, but
evoking an
entire bar. The costumes (designed by Rebecca J. Bernstein), ocean
sound
effects, and lilting guitar instrumentals just add finishing touches to
an
already strong production.
With
a strong sense of scene and driving action that doesn’t falter even
after two
and a half hours, the Metropolitan Playhouse takes its audience along
for the
ride of Anna Christie. By simply sitting still with rapt attention we
let
O’Neill’s characters discover for themselves the paths they choose, and
the
moments in life that must be taken with a grain of sea salt.
Irish Echo
By Joseph Hurley
Nearly ninety years after its premiere, “Anna Christie,” despite a fair
amount of awkward, ungainly writing, still packs a punch. Under Robert
Kalfin’s canny direction at the Metropolitan, the triangular balance
between O’Neill’s three major characters, Chris, Anna and Mat, is
relentlessly
intense, entirely alive and virtually flawless.
In one sense, Kalfin’s inspired production is more than normally
focused on Chris, beautifully played by stage veteran Sam Tsoutsouvas
in a compelling performance. As Anna, Jenne Vath comes across as
somewhat more mature than the twenty years O’Neill’s text attributes to
her. This potential stumbling block, however, is successfully averted
by the credible father-daughter relationship Vath and Tsoutsouvas have
managed to achieve.
Actor Roger Clark is everything that Mat Burke, the Irishman saved from
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barge crew, should ideally be: powerful, reckless, charming, and with a
touch of innocence.
Clark conveys Mat’s complicated relationship with Anna in a wholly
credible way, and the burgeoning bond between them is believable and
moving.
In the new production, strong support is provided by Karen
Christie-Ward as Marthy Owen, Chris’ lady friend, Zachery Spicer as
Larry, the barman, and Joe Atack as Johnny-the-Priest. Set designer
Michael Anania has put an amazing amount of the play’s world on the
Metropolitan Playhouse’s small playing area. The harborside saloon, the
barge deck, and vessel’s cabin are all present, albeit in fragmentary
form.
O’Neill’s play is all too often dismissed as a clumsy romantic
melodrama, notable mainly for having, in l930, provided Greta Garbo
with her first sound role. But anyone looking for proof of the real
value of “Anna Christie” would do well to check out the version
currently energizing the stage at the Metropolitan Playhouse.
Review by Lucile Scott
Like many Eugene O'Neill plays, Anna
Christie deals
with the illusions that get O'Neill's somewhat wayward characters
through the
day and what happens when they lose them. But unlike in his more famous
works,
like The Iceman Cometh and Long Day's Journey Into Night—which were
written
20-some-odd years after this piece premiered in 1920—the characters
find hope
in the truth and begin to move forward. The play also focuses on sexism
and
sexist double standards, which, while less shocking or controversial
than they
must have been nearly 90 years ago, are still sadly quite relevant.
The production, directed by Robert
Kalfin,
faithfully sticks to O'Neill's vision and the time period with costume,
set,
and effects. A large mural of a sunny cloud-dotted sky covering the
back wall
and two rope nets evoke the sea well.
In the play, Anna Christie decides to
travel from
the Midwest to the East Coast to find her sailor father, who 15 years
before
had dropped her off to be raised by the farmer relatives he
believed—mistakenly—could give her a better, more decent life. In
reality they
abused her, both sexually and through overwork, and at 16 she ran away,
eventually becoming a prostitute. Her father, Chris Christopherson, and
her
sailor love interest, Mat Burke, do not want to know the truth about
Anna's
life and must grapple to see if they can reconcile their ideas of
femininity
with her reality. And that sets up the basic dichotomies of this play
in which
the characters often see in black and white but are forced to view gray
by
curtain. There is East v. West; sea v. land; decent v. not decent; free
v.
trapped.
Christopherson is a manifestly
irresponsible man who
abandoned his family for the sea, and blames "that devil sea," as he
calls it, for all he has done and not done instead of taking
responsibility for
his actions. Sam Tsoutsouvas plays him with an almost childlike
sweetness,
intensified by a Swedish accent and uncertain shuffling movements, that
makes
the character endearing and sympathetic despite his abandonment and
desire not
to know the truth or accept blame for the life he has been left with.
Roger
Clark's Mat Burke is a cocky muscular man's man. He is full of himself
and full
of life and love, for Anna and for the sea. Jenne Vath has been
somewhat
miscast as Anna, who the script specifies is 20 years old. Vath is well
out of
her 20s, causing Anna's youthful scrappiness, sassiness, and approach
to love
to fall a little flat. Certain scenes drag, despite the competent
acting,
because some of the drama and stakes rely on the impact of flinging
brutal
words and situations at someone who is barely an adult.
All three have ended up on a coal barge
in the ocean
together and all three got there through a combination of choice and
lack of
choices. Chris views the sea as an evil trap, Anna sees it as
cleansing, and
Matt as freedom, but no matter what their view of their watery fate,
the
takeaway seems to be that to better navigate the unpredictable waters
all they
need is to be there for each other, dichotomies be damned.