Peter Bergman Theater Reviews

Not that there aren't wonderful speeches in this play. Or that there aren't talented actors. It's just that they have to work so much harder to keep my attention because I can only see them, alone, talking to ... no one. As I listened in the Elayne P. Bernstein Theatre to their individual tales of dealing with incidents that involved other races than the "white," I wished for a fourth character, maybe a grief therapist, who is listening to their tales of woe, as they are listening to one another perhaps, and giving us a guide to the meaning of these tales, these diatribes. These expository speeches do not give us the characters they are playing, only their stories; it is the actors who bring the characters to life, even though it is a one-sided life.
Oh, well. To the performances:
Dana Harrison plays Mara Lynn Doddson, a dissatisfied housewife in Fayetteville, N.C., whose son suffers from Rasmussen's encephalitis, a rare form of epilepsy. She has a difficult husband and a hard time associating with the Indian (that is, a man from India) medical specialist assigned to her child's case. Harrison plays the sweetness of the character to a fare-thee-well, a distance that includes revelations about her husband and her own attitudes toward men with darker skin. When her particular racial dam bursts, it floods the Southland like nothing has since the Ku Klux Klan first rode on a small cabin in the woods and lynched its first unfortunate victim. At one point, so caught up in her emotions, Harrison let her Southern accent slip away, but she recovered it nicely. It's a very nice performance. The only thing missing is someone on stage to react to, participate in, flare back at that heat she exudes.
Jason Asprey plays Alan Harris, a history professor whose obsession with a black female student named Felicia always skirts its true objective. Aware of racial sensitivities, he pursues political correctness to a tee. When he and his wife are attacked by a crew of minorities, he comes face to face with his own deep fears and withheld prejudices alongside those of his very pregnant wife. The performance is passionate on many levels, but once again with no one to respond to what he says, feels or hides away in his mind. He does anger well, and again, there is no one to come back at him with anything, which would have worked well in the case of his particular double story. We really want someone to tell him off, set him straight, get him onto a reality road.
He might have done well in a room with Michael Hammond's character, Martin Bahmueller. There is an overlap in their tales, although with a reversal of major proportions. As the perfectionist father of a teenager who participates in the rape and mutilation of a black couple in St. Louis, he has to deal with his own unstated feelings about race, and throughout his series of monologues he does just that. As a counterpoint to Asprey's character, their conversations would have been something to revel in from an audience point of view. Instead we have monologues. Hammond's Martin is strong, compulsive, determined and infallible, for the most part, and his deterioration from primate-executive into a confused father was fascinating to watch and hear. Hammond is very good in this role, very good indeed.
Each of the three actors has his or her particular space. They never leave their own environment in designer Kiki Smith's concept. It becomes just a bit too much like watching a three-ring circus, especially when the lights, designed by Greg Solomon, stop highlighting the speaker of the moment and leave all three locations in equal or similar light. That mistake is a costly one, for it encourages us, the audience, to watch someone other than the person speaking to see if there is a reaction. It also taxes the actors much more than necessary, for they know they are in full view.
In a busy season at Shakespeare & Company, highlighted by three one-woman shows, this collection of monologue dramas broken up into smaller bits and pieces does not completely satisfy. It is to the credit of the three actors, and the work done by the director Anna Brownsted, that the play never lags. This, however, is not a play, but a collection of stories told almost simultaneously. Had all three been just played through without an intermission, the evening would have been a true circus. Heaven be praised!

"White People" plays at the Elayne P. Bernstein Theatre on the campus of Shakespeare & Company on Kemble Street in Lenox through Sept. 4. For tickets, call 413-637-3353 or visit shakespeare.org.

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.