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May 26, 2008

"I Am My Own Wife"

"I Am My Own Wife” by Doug Wright. Directed by Andrew Volkoff. At Barrington Stage Company in Pittsfield through June 8.
 
Doug Wright’s Pulitzer Prize and Tony Award winning one-man play “I Am My Own Wife,” now on view in Pittsfield at the new Stage Two for Barrington Stage Company, turns out to be a mystery play, and not just a tour-de-force for a brilliant male actor.
Untrue to the hype that has preceded it to town, this is not a play about makeup and drag. It is not about a man who avoids deportation or worse at the hands of the Nazis by masquerading as a woman.
It is about man whose life has been lived as a transvestite, as the woman he felt himself to be from an early age. But more than that it is about a person whose life, well-known and openly lived, contains secrets and distinctly different stories, tales about himself, herself, that may only be true to a degree.
It is about someone whose public identity may have never been real.

Politically, Lothar Berfelde was clearly not a Nazi, but may have been a Communist collaborator in East Berlin. As a child in East Prussia, excluded from his Nazi father’s influence, he discovered a secret identity within himself and he began to take comfort in his appearance in girl’s clothing. In this he was encouraged by his aunt, who was also a cross-dressing person, a lesbian who saw in her young nephew more than instantly met the eye. We do not know how his mother, sister and brother dealt with this aberration. We only know they existed. That’s what the play tells us, nothing more.
The play tells us that Lothar, already calling herself Lotte (Charlotte), murdered her father through the fear that he would kill his own son. What the play doesn’t clearly tell us is that Lothar spent the balance of the Nazi years in a prison for disturbed children. It doesn’t tell us that the father forced his son into the Hitler Youth organization. It doesn’t tell us much about the growing up of the boy turned girl. Much of this information is left to our imagination or research.
It does introduce us to a woman, born a man and still biologically a man, who has developed a personal strength that doesn’t even require the intimacy of a relationship. When confronted with a handsome man who clearly wants to have sex, kinky sex that appeals to Charlotte, he turns down this offer to meet with a clockmaker who has possession that she wants for her growing collection. As she describes her interests later in the play they are prioritized as “Museum. Furniture. Men.” In that order. This is who Charlotte von Mahlsdorf really is from beginning to end.
In turning 500 pages of interviews with her into a play, Wright has constructed a story of a love affair never consummated, his own with his subject. She is considerably older than the author and the love is not sexual. It is a love of subject matter. Wright, the character, tells his best friend that he has to believe her version of the truth and not the logical explanations presented in government documentation if he wants to write about her honestly. He has fallen in love with her history as she tells it. He believes her versions of tales utterly and without comment. He has helped to immortalize a woman who never existed in reality, but only in her own reality.
It is clear that everyone she meets understands that she is a man in woman’s clothing. Everyone accepts this fact, some without judgement, some with harsh comment, catcalls and threats, but still accepting it. The childhood photo of Lothar shown at the end of the play would indicate that, at least when Charlotte was a teenager and probably in her 20s, would have been pretty enough to pass and to engage the love interest of many men. But we never really see that Charlotte. We know her as an older woman, a woman will die before a satisfactory conclusion can be found by the playwright to answer the riddles of this woman’s life.
The very talented Vince Gatton plays Charlotte, Lothar and about 40 other people in this play, just as he did in his last two appearances in Pittsfield for Barrington Stage in the play “Fully Committed.” He trades stances, voices, accents rapidly and makes each character as specific as possible. Sometimes his transitions from one to another are abrupt rather than melding, but he does them all so well it almost doesn’t matter.
Andrew Volkoff, who has worked with Gatton before, has taken his characters onto a carousel and with each accelerating full circle has introduced more and more interesting physical elements into the performance. He is aided by a fine set designed by Brian Prather, a simple but workable costume designed by Jacob A. Climer and a somewhat too busy set of light cues created by Scott Pinkney. Paul Eric Pape’s miniature furniture is wonderful. One odd note in the sound design was hearing a Kurt Weill song sung by Lotte Lenya, written in 1943 in America in German — “Und was bekam die Soldaten Weib?” played on an Edison Cylinder, which would date from no later than World War I. Note to the designer Matt Kraus: Some people know, and notice, these things.
The most important thing to know about this production is that it has humor, it is moving and it is a sometimes sterile look at a subject matter that is not comfortable for most people. Opening night, the audience was silent, non-responsive to what was clearly funny, due, I think, to a lack of compatibility with the material and the subject matter. It is a play that will set you thinking about your own reality, your own stories and your secrets. It may set you investigating the things you know, that you remember so well, finding that other points of view exist that can knock your personal version of your own story into a cocked hat.
Your mysteries may be the same ones as Charlotte von Mahlsdorf — who did what to whom and when. And why.

“I Am My Own Wife” plays at Barrington Stage Company’s Stage Two, located at 36 Linden St. (on the corner of Center Street) in Pittsfield, through June 8. Performances are Tuesday through Friday at 7:30 p.m., Saturday at 8 p.m. and Sunday at 3 p.m. Prices range from $25-$30. For information, call 413-236-8888.

J. Peter Bergman sleeps in Pittsfield, but spends his days with poet Edna St. Vincent Millay in Austerlitz. For more of his reviews, check out advocateweekly.com or his own Web site, berkshirebrightfocus.com.

"The Caretaker"

The Caretaker by Harold Pinter. Directed by Eric Hill. At Berkshire Theatre Festival in Stockbridge through June 28.

Every time I see Harold Pinter’s early classic “The Caretaker” (now playing at the Berkshire Theatre Festival in Stockbridge) written in 1960, I get a strange sense that this play is really about four men and not the three men we see in the attic room in a house in west London.
Mick and Aston, two brothers with individual axes to grind about life and about one another, share in the ownership, occupancy and future of this crumbling old building. It is an almost unbearable relationship that they share, really, and not just an old house. Each has his place in its limited and limiting spaces. Neither one is completely comfortable here, and they share space only and not dreams for it or themselves as a unit.
Into this uneasy union comes Davies, or Jenkins, a down-on-his-luck sort of gent, a street-smart older man with a cantankerous disposition and a sleep disorder. At Aston’s behest, Davies takes over Mick’s bed and even his shoes. At Mick’s request, he agrees to become the building’s caretaker and accidental decorator.
In their relationships with this stranger, the two brothers become more intertwined with each other than they have anticipated and that new closeness brings out the worst in them, not the best. Davies becomes an inarticulate father figure, not a good fit for his intellect nor for his abilities. The missing “Dad,” that elusive fourth man in this show, is really what this play is about: whose son is Dad’s son, whose father is the real one. Much of this remains unspoken, but it is clearly what the playing is about in this upstairs store-room that is the only occupiable room in what was Dad’s house — his things are scattered everywhere in plain sight, but no one really sees them. His shoes are offered to Davies who owns no shoes, but they don’t fit him. Not really.

In the Unicorn production at the BTF, this show opens the 80th anniversary season with a combination of brilliant and sketchy elements. Eric Hill’s incisive direction is on the right track from the opening moment, showcasing the lonely and frightened Mick, to the last one in which the betrayed Davies finally makes the demands that every father in every subsequent Pinter play with one always makes of his family. Hill has planted the six visible feet firmly in the tenement like space that Davies cannot dessert and Mick cannot transform and Aston cannot make accommodating. He has also established the missing pair of feet in the present pair of shoes. He does it with subtlety and grace, but he makes that absentee landlord father into the central focus of the play.
He is helped mightily by a wonderful set, designed by Jonathan Wentz, that completely portrays the cheapness of these four lives. Yoshinori Tanokura gives the men the clothing they deserve and even a second pair of shoes for Davies are visibly period and clearly not right for him. That is perfection for this play.
James Barry is a wonderful Mick. He is dark, plays dark, and when he lightens up to fantasize a future that can never be his own, he brings into the light a side of the man that he himself has never seen before. It is wonderful acting. His brother Aston is portrayed by Tommy Schrider in a multi-faceted performance that takes him from nearly  stupefied to clearly deadly. This is also a memorable performance linking the young actor clearly to a role he should explore in more venues as soon as possible. It is a defining role.
Jonathan Epstein is Davies, Jenkins, Dad, all the older men for these two foundlings who faun on him. One of his best performances ever, Epstein plays a quirky, dirty character who could scrub himself for 10 solid days with lye-based soap and still not emerge from the bath clean. He brings out the humanity in Davies without stressing it in any way, but he leaves it on the wash line for all to see. He also is stimulating as the quirky unknown. While we never get to know this man, we feel all that he feels, experience everything he experiences. Epstein opens himself to the moments in such a way that he allows the audience to be in the play, see the realities as he sees them. It is among his best work, ever.
What holds the play at bay, just a little — the sketchy aspect of this show — is exactly what made last year’s Unicorn opener so difficult: Matthew E. Adelson’s amateurish lighting. Once again we are treated to well-lit Unicorn theater side walls as light splays up the stairwells and onto the upper level seating areas. He seems unable to distinguish night from day — again. His color choices are enigmatic in a play that is also enigmatic and could profit from a vision in light to help clarify emotional context, the reality that so distinguishes Pinter’s writing. Thankfully, J Hagenbuckle’s sound design and original music distracts us occasionally from the outside fifth and sixth walls (the fourth wall has its own lighting defects in Act Three).
A heavy and heavy-hearted comedy, this is a production that brings the hidden to light and leaves us wondering what might be going on in our own attics. It’s a search for truths, a worthwhile event for the theater in the region and one that should certainly be seen for all the good things in it. But it isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, so go pre-warned: This is heavy stuff and it may confuse you, but what’s wrong with that? Thinking, I think, is a good think.

“The Caretaker” plays at the Unicorn Theatre at Berkshire Theatre Festival in Stockbridge through June 28. Tickets are $39-$44 with students who have a valid ID receiving a 50 percent discount. For information or reservations, call the box office at 413-298-5576.

J. Peter Bergman sleeps in Pittsfield, but spends his days with poet Edna St. Vincent Millay in Austerlitz. For more of his reviews, check out advocateweekly.com or his own Web site, berkshirebrightfocus.com.