Peter Bergman Theater Reviews

This performance play starred Mary Boland as the wife and Alison Skipworth as the director back in 1922. It was considered clever, but it was not a hit. Flash forward to our time: With the history of physical farces like "Noises Off," why not dust off this forebear and having a nice long at it decide whether or not its worth a second chance? Right now at the Williamstown Theatre Festival, the play is getting that second shot, that second look. Well, I can add my two cents plain here. Though still not a hit, a worthy company of players are making a miraculous fondue out of merely decent cheese.
To begin with, you laugh. There are funny lines, funny situations, funny action. That's a nice thing to know when you go. Next, there is the sly, period-styled direction that allows women to flounce and men to bounce jauntily along. Gestures are controlled but they're awkward for a modern viewer to understand. Costumes, postures, lights and all the technical material in use are needed to give the play a unique look. For these items we can thank David Korins (sets), Ilona Somogyi (costumes) and Rui Rita (lights). Michael Garin's original score has the feel of the early 1920s and it works nicely with this play.
Secondly you cry. The cut -- nay, say it like it is, the strangled edition of the play with the second act awkwardly split in two between act one and the remainder of act two -- doesn't serve the intention of the author. This fear of two intermissions is ridiculous. This play needs an intermission between Act Two and Act Three. The actors need to come up for air now and then. So does the audience. Kelly knew what he was doing when he wrote the play that way. Much as did Agatha Christie in her play "The Hollow" currently at the Dorset Theatre Festival, where a three-act structure is presented intact and no one disappeared after Act Two for an early arrival at home. Please sit up and take notice, folks. The audience can handle whatever is thrown at them, and the second act of "The Torch-Bearers" needs to take its time, to unfold its story one pratfall at a time. There is no sense in starting Act Two in the Act One costumes just because there's no time to change them. It is confusing and artificial.
That said, there are some delightful, over-the-top performances in this play that spoofs the amateur theater experience in the 1920s. Edward Herrmann gives particular delights as Mr. Huxley Hossefrosse, who plays Dr. Clyde Arlington in the show the cast is supposedly giving. While it takes no talent to be a bad actor, it takes a monumental talent to play a bad actor and that is where Herrmann shines. His Hossefrosse is a polite, sweet, charming man who can only act in the "grand manner" and that style is Hossefrosse's own, and not Herrmann's. As he rehearses his role, or plays it, he is all broad gestures and arched back, but offstage he is merely insecure and working to cover that up. He is always fun and it is good to have Hermann back on the local boards again. He delivers a first-rate performance in this role within a role.
Clearly his equal, in the smallest role of her local career, is Jessica Hecht as the recently widowed Mrs. Clara Sheppard. Clara cannot stay away from the performance being given at the "Hoochee Coochee," or Horticultural Hall. She arrives in time for bows and takes one for a performance not delivered. It is in her stance, her postures, her self-deprecating humility that Hecht's Clara shines. Here is the great star denied her opportunity claiming the credit anyway. It is a very delicious moment and Hecht makes the most of it.
Katie Finneran and James Waterston are the youngest members of the company, and two more different performances would not be possible, I think. She is all movement and delivery, both as Florence and as "Mrs. Arlington," while Waterston is her equal as Teddy but her opposite in his "role" as David, the office boy.
Andrea Martin shines brilliantly as Mrs. Nelly Fell, the acting company's humble prompter. Martin makes something outrageously new of "humble." Her comedy is a bit broader than most, and her character's flirtatious side is sweeter than anticipated, particularly when she flirts with John Rubinstein's Mr. Frederick Ritter. Ritter is the outsider, husband of the woman replacing Clara in the play. Rubinstein is so much the sobersides that his offstage maneuverings in this versions's Act Two come as a surprise and as a charmingly persuasive action.
Becky Ann Baker is his wife, Paula. She is almost too subtle and modern in this role. Her playing is fine, but her character seems to have stepped backward out of the 1930s. She is more subdued and contained and practical and manipulative. It is a nice performance, but not in keeping with the rest of the company. A bit too earthy, if you will.
Lizbeth McKay as the maid Jenny, not an actress, seemed to be unsure of her country of origin as her accent altered with every line. Loyalty to her employer aside, she is the maid you fire for her inability to be herself. Philip Goodwin was good but his constant loss of his cane seemed to be forced rather than the result of nerves, or some other malady.
Katherine McGrath as Mrs. Pampinelli, the heart and soul of the acting company, their mentor, their director, was almost but not quite the force she pretends to be. McGrath came into the show as a replacement for Marian Seldes whose style of playing, so graceful and so arch, would have been perfection in this key role. McGrath has a broader, more entangled playing style and while she may be excellent in the part by closing, she was not yet there on opening night. It seemed clear that she can make it work, but the wide berth that houses her Pampinelli isn't being expanded and it merely gives her room in which to flounder at times, particularly in the final scene where her dramatic sensibilities should be at their peak, McGrath only gives them half their plausible strengths.
One of the most delightful surprises was the performance by Yusef Bulos as Mr. Spindler. Quirky, odd, humorous in subtle and fine ways, this man's performance may be the very heart of this play's reality. If there is anything that can go wrong here, Bulos' Mr. Spindler will be found to be the cause of it. His earnest intervention cripples everything, and he is the one who best defines the amateur. Bulos is highly enjoyable in this role.
A two-and-a-half-hour exploration of something most of us have encountered in our own lives in some way, this is a fascinating play peopled with fascinating actors playing fascinating people acting. Not an easy task for any director and Dylan Baker does his very best to keep this material fresh and vibrant. Worth the money? I'd say yes.

"The Torch-Bearers" plays through Aug. 9 at Williamstown Theatre Festival in Williamstown. Information and tickets may be found at 413-597-3400 or online at wtfestival.org.