The Homecoming (The SOB Review) - Cort Theatre, New York, NY
**1/2 (out of ****)Oh, the inhumanity.
That it has taken me nearly two weeks to write this review should tell you something.
As
I noted at the top of last week, as I walked away from Broadway's
Cort Theatre after seeing
Harold Pinter's "classic"
The Homecoming for my very first time a week ago Sunday, I felt absolutely dazed leaving the theatre.
I mean, here I had just seen a revival that
The New York Times'
Ben Brantley had raved about ("It really is that good."). Yet I left with this unsettled, agitated pit in the bottom of my stomach, as if a sucker punch had just landed in my lower abdominals. It has refused to relinquish its position, instead metastasizing into my subconscious, consuming it.
Is that the work of great theatre? Perhaps.
But as Pinter is rightly celebrated for his exceptional use of ambiguity, punctuated by his adroit use of pauses, his inherent nihilism says plenty about his jaundiced ennui with the world. There's a discernable contempt for humankind, as if given the opportunity, we'd all succumb to the most debauched instincts.
While some like Brantley see a mirror being held up to what he perceives as our own lurid, debased vanity ("It insists that some shadowy part of you is part of it....Mr. Pinter, you see, knows where you live."), my vantage point is not quite so devoid of hope, and frankly, I resent being told I'm something I'm not. I'm infinitely more optimistic about human instincts and good triumphing over evil. Call it my "rose-colored myopia," but if I really believed that my fellow men (and women) were so intrisically bad, I think I'd slit my wrists.
That this revival cut me to the quick anyway with its dim view of the world has left me unable to think about anything else. That this revival is exceptionally directed (
Daniel Sullivan) and acted with each nuanced pause, gesture and glare conveying volumes more than the spoken word only adds to my lingering consternation.
The title
The Homecoming refers to the return home to England for Teddy (
James Frain), a philosophy professor, and his wife Ruth (
Eve Best). Teddy's been teaching in the United States for years, leaving behind his miserable butcher of a father Max (
Ian McShane), his good-hearted chauffeur of an Uncle Sam (
Michael McKean) and his two brothers -- the viper pimp Lenny (
Raúl Esparza) and the dim pugilist Joey (
Gareth Saxe).
It's clear that this is a toxic household before the first word is uttered. As
Eugene Lee's decrepit set design underscores, care -- let alone love -- has long since left the building. Max, Sam, Lenny and Joey don't enjoy so much a peaceful existence alongside one another as they parry one derisive invective after another, each malevolently hurled with precision.
Why Teddy would even bother to return, even after a protracted period, is one of many mysteries. He seems to have built a solid, good life for himself and Ruth, along with their three children. They're safe from the vile turpitude that's to be found once they walk inside the front door of Teddy's family home. And yet they come home anyway.
Immediately, an uneasy look sweeps across Ruth's face. It's almost as if she knows this house and knows what to expect and knows what she'll ultimately confront. We really know nothing about her past, but there are hints, especially during her first encounter with Lenny, that this supposedly respectable woman may discern the home's seedy undertow from previous personal experience.
Once she's been introduced to the entire clan, the brinksmanship among the players intensifies with Teddy ready for an early retreat. With bags packed, Teddy summons Ruth to depart, but Lenny seduces her, first asking for a little dance and then getting much more.
From that point on, I felt as though I were caught up in a miasma of mysogyny mixed with Ruth's vexing hubris. As unequivocally vile as this was, it was like car accident -- impossible to look away. For that, I credit Eve Best for a remarkably subtle, layered performance. She says more with her eyes -- and legs, for that matter -- than many actors are capable of conveying with words. Pitted against Esparza's slithery snake of a pimp, who creeped me out plain and simple, Best scores bigtime.
But in a play where evil triumphs over evil, and where the only good falls down and dies without any regard, all I have been able to think about is how the human condition has come to this. What people do any of us know who would really do this to each other? What's more, this is entertainment?
Oh, the inhumanity, indeed.
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Did Critics Crown This Year's Homecoming King?Yesterday, the second Broadway revival of
Harold Pinter's
The Homecoming made a mostly triumphant return at the
Cort Theatre.
Daniel Sullivan helms the 40th anniversary incarnation, which stars
Raúl Esparza,
Michael McKean,
Ian McShane,
Eve Best,
James Frain and
Gareth Saxe. Critics largely praised the production, reserving some of their most favorable accolades for Best; however, they were across the board on Esparza's first non-musical Rialto performance.
Commencing his review simply by stating "First of all, it really is that good,"
The New York Times'
Ben Brantley positively raves: "[T]he first-rate revival that opened Sunday night at the Cort Theater makes electrifyingly clear,
The Homecoming is every bit as big as its reputation....It insists that some shadowy part of you is part of it. It burrows under you skin and festers....And the fine cast assembled for Daniel Sullivan's new production -- including Eve Best and Raúl Esparza in benchmark performances -- grasps the power of holding back in making a fathoms-deep impression."
Proclaiming this a "diamond-edged revival,"
David Rooney of
Variety similarly marvels: "The director's lucid, unblinking work is matched by a riveting ensemble, their vileness inching under the skin in ways as psychologically disturbing as they are theatrically bracing....[E]ven while withholding a full understanding of what drives the characters' actions, the play confronts its audience with the uncomfortable truth that there's a little of their base, animalistic cunning in all of us."
Labeling the revival an "admirable production,"
Michael Kuchwara of the Associated Press says the show "...reconfirms its status as a contemporary classic....Eve Best was a sensational Josie Hogan last season in a revival of
Eugene O'Neill's
A Moon for the Misbegotten. As Ruth, she's a different kind of earth mother, more erotically charged, yet distant and forbidding. In this battle of the sexes, she definitely has the upper hand. And gets to display a great pair of legs. James Frain turns in a fine, deceptively understated performance as her acquiescent husband, and Gareth Saxe personifies dumb brute strength as the would-be prize fighter."
Deeming this a "lucid production,"
Joe Dziemianowicz of New York's
Daily News also offers his welcome to this
Homecoming: "There's plenty to chew on about power, sex, morality, misogyny and family, which Pinter, a 2005 Nobel Prize winner, serves up with signature intelligence, mystery and ambiguity. Daniel Sullivan's astute direction captures the distinct rhythms of Pinter's dialogue, as the production casts a strange spell that grips you tight. McKean gives Sam poignancy, while Frain's reserve feels right for the intellectual Teddy. The robust Saxe is well cast as the tongue-tied Joey, an amateur boxer who, unlike his dad, never mastered 'how to defend and to attack.' Best follows her Broadway debut in
A Moon for the Misbegotten with more fine work. In a beat, Ruth's cool detachment turns icy; you sense she is always acutely aware of the physical power she possesses."
Concluding that you "follow (Pinter) at your own risk,"
John Simon of Bloomberg neatly summarizes his thoughts in the first paragraph of his review: "
The Homecoming has been lovingly revived on Broadway with good direction, a fine cast and convincing production design. Though every prospect pleases, only the play is vile. It is widely considered the Nobel laureate's masterpiece; rather than as a drawback, its making no sense is perceived as a challenge."
Calling it a "fascinating and entertaining piece,"
New York Post's
Clive Barnes uses his three-star review to lament: "[T]he play, 40 years on, has not worn as well as I would have expected. Once Pinter was generally regarded as a possible successor to Samuel Beckett in nihilistic existentialism. Now he seems a markedly lesser talent. Yet it's difficult to imagine an all-over better cast or a more persuasive reading; led by McShane's ugly and embittered patriarch, Esparza's smoothly confident Lenny, Frain's shiftily ambivalent Teddy and the wonderful Best, whose smugly conspiratorial smile, caps the play's ending."
Eric Grode of the
New York Sun also offers a primarily solid endorsement: "This shabby all-male North London home may reek of sweat and cigar smoke, but Mr. Sullivan's forceful mounting, led by
Ian McShane and
Eve Best as the two primary combatants, breathes vivifying air into several of the play's mustier corners.Somewhat surprisingly, Mr. Sullivan's reputation as an exacting but empathic actors' director...is burnished, not offset, by Mr. Pinter's deterministic worldview....Ms. Best's mastery of Ruth's icy allure is as complete as her command of romantic anxiety and impulsiveness was in last season's
A Moon for the Misbegotten....In contrast to Mr. McShane's two-packs-a-day croak, Mr. Esparza employs a wheedling, almost adolescent speaking voice — very similar to one he used to campy effect in
Taboo. In fact, he grabs quick laughs on several occasions, severely limiting the potency of his later scenes."
Chalk up yet another solid December opening. This limited run is slated to perform through April 13, 2008.
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Opening: Pinter's Homecoming Returns To BroadwayForty years after
The Homecoming won four major Tony Awards, including for Best Play of 1967,
Harold Pinter's acclaimed play about lust, seduction and deception is set for yet another opening night on the Great White Way.
This is the second Broadway revival -- the first only played a total of 49 performances back in 1991. The limited run is slated to perform through April 13, 2008 at the
Cort Theatre.
Directed by
Daniel Sullivan,
The Homecoming features a starry cast including
Raúl Esparza (
Company)
, Michael McKean (
The Pajama Game),
Ian McShane (last seen on Broadway in 1967's
The Promise) and
Eve Best (
A Moon For the Misbegotten), as well as
James Frain and
Gareth Saxe.
Will critics welcome this work home? Find out tomorrow as I provide my critics' capsule.
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Esparza's Homecoming Finds Him In Good CompanyIt's been sixteen years since
Harold Pinter's
The Homecoming was last staged on the Great White Way. That 1991 production lasted a mere 49 performances. But now, with plenty of star power to propel it forward, a second rival is headed for Broadway.
Not letting any moss grow under his feet,
Raúl Esparza -- whom many were shocked did not win the 2007 Tony for Best Actor in a Musical for his brilliant work in
Company -- will join
Ian McShane and
Michael McKean in Daniel Sullivan's production.
While this will be McShane's first Rialto outing in 40 years (he last appeared in
The Promise with a young
Ian McKellen and
Eileen Atkins), it also marks Esparza's first
non-musical role on Broadway. If he can bring even a fraction of the intensity he brought to his role as Bobby, this show may become unmissable.
When
The Homecoming made its
Broadway debut back in 1967, it earned four Tony Awards, including for Best Play. The show ran for a remarkable 324 performances at the
Music Box Theatre.
Will all the high wattage from the second revival turn it into a similar success? I'm mulling over the possibilities.
The Homecoming will open on December 4 at the
Cort Theatre.
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