I happened to be visiting my mother in Bethesda in September
when she and a friend had tickets for the Studio Theatre revival of Harvey
Fierstein’s Torch Song Trilogy, so I
joined them for the Saturday matinee performance on 21 September in the
Studio’s home space in the Logan Circle neighborhood of Washington, D.C. (Logan Circle, in downtown D.C., is a
recently gentrified and revived neighborhood that sort of resembles, in tone
and function but not architecture, New York City’s SoHo—full of art galleries,
restaurants, bars, boutiques and antique shops, and theaters. The Studio Theatre, one of Washington’s
oldest rep companies, moved into a multi-theater building there some years ago
from another location.) I hadn’t seen
the New York stagings of Torch Song,
either at La MaMa E.T.C. or on Broadway.
At La MaMa, the three plays in the trilogy, The International Stud, Fugue in a Nursery, and Widows and Children First!, were
presented separately in 1978 and ’79, then Fierstein put them together under
the title Torch Song Trilogy for an
uptown Manhattan production by John Glines at the Richard Alan Center in October 1981. The combined show didn’t do well at the box
office and was about to close early when a couple of late reviews appeared,
praising the plays (one of which was Mel Gussow’s New York Times notice), and the production took off, moving first to
the Actors Theatre in Greenwich Village in January 1982 (with Fierstein, Matthew
Broderick as foster son David, and Estelle Getty as Arnold’s mother) and then
transferring to Broadway’s Little Theatre (now the Helen Hayes) in June, where
it ran for 1,222 performances (with Fisher Stevens replacing Broderick) and won
two Tony Awards, including Best Play and a Best Actor nod for Fierstein
himself. Torch Song made Fierstein a star (he went on to play, among other
notable roles, Edna Turnblad in the stage-musical adaptation of Hairspray, for which he won his fourth
Tony in 2003) and has had a stage life around the country ever since then. The current Washington production, which began
performances on 4 September in the Studio’s Mead Theatre and runs through 29
December, is directed by Michael Kahn, the artistic director of the Capital’s
Shakespeare Theatre Company.
Torch Song Trilogy is
based on Fierstein’s own autobiography. According
to the Studio Theatre’s subscriber newsletter, Studio Sightlines, the underemployed actor went through “a
whirlwind romance that soon started to unravel” in 1977. Not unlike many theater people, he saw the
theatrical possibilities even as he went through the pain of the break-up:
“Even during the last four-hour phone call, I’d keep thinking, ‘Hmmm, that’s
good—better write that down.’”
Depressed, the writer says a therapist friend told him he’d either “kill
himself or write a play about it.” So,
he wrote one.
Originally, Fierstein says, he had no plans to write a
trilogy. He approached La MaMa's Ellen Stewart
(about whom I’ve written on ROT in “The Pushcart Theater: Ellen Stewart
(1919-2011)” on 4 April 2011) and arranged a slot for the first one-act of the
eventual series. Then a friend suggested
pitching a trilogy and Stewart bought the idea and the three short plays each
premièred at La MaMa over a two-year period.
The playwright combined the plays into a single script called Torch Song Trilogy which was presented
uptown in 1981 before the moves to Off-Broadway and then Broadway. It was one of the first (if not the first) works
with openly gay themes to play on the Great White Way, at least half a decade
before gay characters and stories entered the mainstream of American
culture. (Mart Crowley’s The
Boys in the Band, a seminal
gay play, débuted in New York in 1968, but it was Off-Broadway, then
still a more welcoming venue for challenging work. Though individual gay characters had
appeared on Broadway, early Broadway fare did touch on homosexuality but they
mostly either hinted at the subject, like William Inge’s The Dark at the Top of the Stairs, 1957-59, or they tiptoed around
it delicately as in Lillian Hellman’s The
Children’s Hour, 1934-36, and Robert Anderson’s Tea and Sympathy, 1953-55.) “What
Harvey proves,“ says producer John Glines, “Is that you can use a gay context
and a gay experience and speak in universal truths.”
Fierstein began his professional career as a female
impersonator in East Village cabarets when he was still in high school; Ethel
Merman was a favorite character in his routines (which may have been a foundation
for his gig as Edna Turnblad). He soon
expanded his repertoire and gained a reputation in the downtown scene of New
York’s nightclubs and boîtes. He studied
painting and art education at the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, his home
borough, after graduating, but continued to audition. Andy Warhol cast the “zaftig, gravelly
voiced” would-be performer in Pork at
La MaMa in 1971 (when he was still 16), and then Fierstein began his own
playwriting efforts to create appropriate roles for himself. When Ellen Stewart presented the first part
of Torch Song, Fierstein’s career
path changed substantially. He continued
to perform (as his role in Hairspray
attests), but he’s best known these days as a playwright and librettist with
such credits as the book for La Cage aux
Folles (1983-87, his third Tony), followed by Legs Diamond (1988-89), A
Catered Affair (2008), Newsies
(opened 2012 and still going), and Kinky
Boots (opened in April and still running).
He also wrote another trilogy of one-acts, Safe Sex (1987), and adapted Torch
Song for the big screen in 1988 (in which he also appeared with Anne
Bancroft as Arnold’s mother and Matthew Broderick this time as Alan). Fierstein is also a well-recognized activist
for gay causes and issues.
Torch Song, set in
the early and late 1970s, centers on Arnold Beckoff (the Fierstein role) who
sings torch songs in New York City drag clubs.
Each act of the 3½-hour trilogy focuses on a different aspect of
Arnold’s life: The International Stud, the one-act with
which the writer started following his busted affair, is about his meeting Ed,
a bisexual teacher who hasn’t come to terms with his sexuality; Fugue in a
Nursery follows a year later when Arnold meets Alan with whom he settles
into an idyllic relationship as the partners plan to adopt a son until a
violent act of homophobia intervenes; and Widows and Children First!
finds Arnold five years later raising a gay foster son, David, and contending
with his visiting mother’s judgments and narrow-mindedness. As Fierstein acknowledges, due to his own
family history “family was everything” for him, and Torch Song is really
all about family—having one, finding one, building one, keeping one, mending
one. Yes, it’s about gay people, their
images (including self-images), and issues (the plays were all written before
the AIDS crisis was recognized, as the first-act mimed, but still graphic,
backroom sex scene in the bar attests), but all the plays are fundamentally
about family—biological or self-defined—and familial love and acceptance. Like many subjects with which we’ve become
(over)familiar from decades of literary treatment, when a new slant is taken,
they become new again and we get to (re)consider them with new eyes. So when Fierstein examines his family—husbands,
son, mother—from the viewpoint of a gay man in a gay milieu, we get to look at
those old bromides anew, and we learn all over again what’s important,
especially what hurts and wounds (and, yes, Torch Song is a
comedy). At the same time, of course,
the playwright makes clear, without preaching (well, there is one speech . .
.), that gay people have the same needs as everyone else when it comes to love,
respect, and honesty within relationships.
(We know that now, of course, in 2013—it’s been demonstrated often in
the past 35 years—but back in 1978, ’79, and ’81, it wasn’t so well
recognized. Boys in the Band
dealt with clichés, not what lay beneath them.)
Because of that time lag, Torch Song is dated. (Oddly, because the plays were all written
before the advent of the AIDS crisis, they’re less dated than they might have
been.) As Peter Marks notes in his Washington
Post review, “[T]he B.R. world (Before RuPaul) that Fierstein introduced us
to no longer looks so unfamiliar” as it did at the start of the last quarter of
the 20th century. Nonetheless, as Marks
goes on to observe, “[T]he feelings the play evokes, about being the other and
yet longing for the conventional consolations of family and self-respect,
remain affectingly on point.” Aside from
that, Torch Song Trilogy is a part of theater history and since I missed
it the first time(s) around in New York, I’m glad I got to see it here now so I
can put it into perspective in that respect as well.
As a play, the three one-acts, even if Fierstein didn’t intend them to
be conjoined, work surprisingly well as a single play. I hadn’t realized, from what I knew of the
play from hearsay gathered over the years, that the characters and situations
carry over; I thought each playlet was more discrete than they actually are. It’s really only one character that threads
the fabric of the play, aside from Arnold himself; Ed appears in all three
acts, but Alan dies between acts two and three and the repercussions of that
aren’t seen until act three and are part of the text of the last part. The country house that’s the setting for Fugue
is mentioned in International Stud and referred to again in Widows
and Children, and even the possibility of David, the about-to-be-adopted
foster kid in act three, is hinted at in act two. I don’t know how much reworking Fierstein did
to make Torch Song out of the one-acts in 1981, but Mel Gussow, in his
review of the Off-Broadway début of the combined plays, calls it “a carefully
abridged version” of the original one-acts, and however he accomplished it, the
playwright wove the three separate playlets into a more-than-acceptable (if
long—the original Torch Song ran over four hours, apparently) three-act
comedy-drama. (In fact, as they now
stand, you couldn’t produce the acts separately as one-acts. I don’t know if the old versions of the
scripts are still available for staging, but you’d need to find them to make
individual presentations work.)
Fierstein’s writing is biting and witty, even 35 years
later. His characters’ snappish remarks
and come-back one-liners still crackle and hit their marks. Sometimes, they sound as if they’re about to
be a cliché, then the playwright takes a left-hand jog and surprises me. I suppose the whole notion of a wisecracking
gay man is a stereotype by now—even The Boys
in the Band used that trait as a matrix for its humor—but given Arnold’s
life and personality, it fits. (By the
way, the fact that Fierstein wrote Arnold for himself—to be accurate, of course,
Arnold is Fierstein—doesn’t in the
least make it difficult for another actor to play the part. In fact, Brandon Uranowitz, who’s the
un-Harvey Fierstein in pretty much all respects, was dubbed “an Arnold Beckoff for all (theater) seasons” by
Peter Marks. Other area reviewers
completely agreed and several already pronounced him a Hayes Award nominee.)
The Studio’s Mead Theatre is a relatively small space, with
a steeply raked house of semicircular rows of seats embracing a tiny thrust
stage. Director Kahn staged the play,
with its several locales, with mostly suggested settings, designed by James
Noone, depending frequently on a few carefully selected pieces of
furniture. In a scene in the middle of International Stud, after Arnold and Ed
had been together for a few weeks and Ed has begun to be distant and Arnold
calls him, the two apartments are represented simply by a pair of chairs with a
small table and a telephone. In Fugue, Ed and Laurel’s country house is
embodied in a huge, raked bed that serves simultaneously as the hosts’ bed and Arnold
and Alan’s as well—and later is also the kitchen where Arnold and Laurel wash
dishes and talk (at the foot) and the barn where Alan and Ed screw (at the
head). In fact, only Widows and Children, which has a single
set throughout, is a fragmentary realistic apartment where Arnold and David
live. It all works fine, though the
three acts each have a slightly different staging style to match the design
style. Act one is somewhat surrealistic,
with some scenes revealed on an elevated platform above the stage as a singer,
Lady Blues (Ashleigh King, with a gorgeous, torchy voice), accompanied on the piano
by George Fulginiti-Shakar, moves about the stage and the auditorium between
scenes. (The music for the production
was composed and directed by Eric Shimelonis, who also designed the
sound.) In act two, with the giant bed from
which the actors never depart (though they cover themselves with the sheets
whenever they’re “off”), the performance takes on an expressionistic tone in
which I was never quite sure where anyone was or who could hear and see
whom. (Lights help define the space in
both acts one and two, designed by Peter West.)
Finally, as the set suggests, act three is essentially a realistic play (one
reviewer calls it “sit-com-y”) with a kitchen up right—in a Jewish play, food
and its preparation can’t be out of mind altogether—and a busy bathroom off
right. It sounds like the production
should come out a mishmash, but it all blends in because each style suits the
act aptly. It wasn’t until afterwards
that I realized what Kahn and Noone had done.
(One local review-writer observes: “This entire show has the uncanny
effect of being not only authentic to the period but also a spot-on emulation
of theatrical production values from the time.”
I didn’t really see that myself.)
Frank Labovitz’s ’70s costumes are period-perfect (and,
yes, I remember the ’70s pretty well).
He made sure to put Arnold into fittingly flouncy and flashy duds,
especially for his drag act in International
Stud (which, by the way, is the name of the club where Arnold performs and
where he picks up Ed the first time).
Ed, as befits his closeted persona, is dressed “straight” in jeans and a
work shirt—and later in other perfectly middle-class establishment attire. I don’t know if it’s an acting choice or a
habit of Uranowitz, but his Arnold continually shifts, rewraps, or adjusts
his clothing as if he were always just uncomfortable in his disguise. (He also fusses with his mop of kinky hair as
a character quirk.) It sure looked like
the actor and Noone were in cahoots so that Arnold has clothes with which he
can indulge his tic.
Since I’ve introduced the performances at this point, let me
go on with that. I wondered, when the
show started with Arnold’s long monologue at his backstage dressing table at
the drag club, before I got used to Uranowitz, a skinny actor with “ridiculously thick hair” who
flounces a lot, how Fierstein, a chunkier, gruffer-voiced guy, would have done Arnold—since
I don't think he swishes quite so blatantly. Imagine, if you can, a tall, fem Arnold
Horshack, including the speech pattern!
(Now there’s a period reference!)
Nonetheless, it works perfectly well and Uranowitz’s performance conveys
all of Arnold’s insecurities and dreams as well as his fierceness and
compassion compellingly (though I’d probably resists saying he owns the
role—that’s just a little absolute).
Todd Lawson’s Ed and Alex Mills’s Alan are both entirely convincing as
Arnold’s two divergent loves. Lawson has
more of an arc to work on, sensitively going from the confused bisexual (leaning
toward gay) in act one to the recovered hetero of act two to the man in act
three who has finally realized where is preferences lie and is ready now to
live up to them. Mills, though his Alan
is sweet and smarter than he at first sounds, has less to play but pulls off
the wise-before-his-time boy-man with conviction and sympathy. As Arnold’s mother, Gordana Rashovich brought
to mind a bitchier Linda Richman, the SNL
character Mike Myers used to play (“like buttah”—remember?). The Brooklyn-Jewish accents, for both
Uranowitz and Rashovich, swerve awfully close to cliché, but on the other
hand, there are people who really talk like that (and not a few of them live in
Fierstein’s native borough). I mean,
Fran Drescher (who’s from nearby Queens) isn’t pretending!
Sarah Grace Wilson has the most thankless role in Torch Song. Not only is her Laurel the lone woman (aside from
one Jewish mother, a wholly different category) in the play’s gay male
universe, but her Laurel has broken up Arnold’s first romance, then she subtly
manipulates Ed, Arnold, and even Alan throughout act two, and later tries to
blackmail Ed into returning to her by falsely saying she’s pregnant. Wilson manages to pull all this off without
coming out a villain or even a gorgon, and we know that Laurel has her own
needs that probably compel her behavior because Wilson doesn’t play her as
ego-driven. Of all the roles, however,
only David comes off as less than convincing.
It’s not entirely Michael Lee Brown’s fault because the part is written
too old: even given David’s short life of deprivation and neglect, he’s far too
self-aware and introspective for a 15-year-old street kid, which Brown portrays
without even a hint of bravado or the sense that he’s wearing his big brother’s
clothes. But Brown not only looks too
old for the part, he carries himself like a 20-something. (I taught a lot of both age groups—believe
me, there’s a noticeable difference.) Widows and Children is a tad contrived
anyway—this is the act in which “that” speech occurs, when Arnold lets him
mother have it by reciting all the play’s messages and lessons—and Brown and
David only compound that problem. David
even serves as a deus ex machina when
he tells Arnold to straighten his relationships with his mother and Ed out or
he’s apt to split. (It’s one of the
aspects of Torch Song that marks it
as the work of a tyro playwright.)
The press here was almost wholly positive, even when some
reviewers had qualms going into such a potentially dated portrait of a
milieu. Marks in the Post, in addition to his effusiveness
over Uranowitz’s performance, writes of “the emotional zing” of Kahn’s production of this “profound” play. In Washington’s City Paper, Trey Graham, calling Torch Song “a rough beast of a play,” vacillates from “[b]rittle and silly one moment,
hopelessly stagey in another, urgent and acid and fierce in the next.” In the end, though, Graham feels the play
fulfills its title’s promise, ending as “a narrative lament, a ballad of pain
distilled, a chronicle of struggle that heals and strengthens.” Congratulating the Studio for presenting the
play, Graham also thanks Kahn “for digging thoroughly into the play to find
what’s still raw and nervy and lacerating about it.” In Washington
Life Magazine, Chuck Conconi calls
the “poignantly painful and wickedly humorous” Torch Song a “powerful
production, smartly staged” at the Studio in Kahn’s “smart and effective” interpretation.
On line, on Examiner.com, Kyle Osborne declares that
Torch Song “looks the audience in the
eye, grabs it by its collective lapels and engages them for a three act
journey that mixes the joys and pains of romantic and familial relationships.” And Elliot Lanes starts off, “If
a particular production can gage [sic] how a whole theatre season is going to be,
then Torch Song Trilogy at Studio Theatre tells us that it is going to
be a fantastic year of theatre here in DC” on MD Theatre Guide. He calls
Kahn’s production, “the perfect balance of comedy and pathos without going for
the schmaltz,” labeling it “a must go to show” which “is still as important as
it was when it first premiered” and “even more timely and urgent than ever.” “Torch Song Trilogy . . . has been
given an immensely entertaining and compassionate new production,” writes John
Stoltenberg on DC Metro Theater Arts. He adds that Kahn’s production, which “pack[s]
. . . a powerful wallop,” “uncovers the emotional soul of a play that was
presciently there all along.”
Torch Song Trilogy
is indubitably a snapshot of a specific time in our social history, but, as
most of the reviewers admonish, it still has worthwhile things to say to us,
and Michael Kahn’s mounting of the historic play at the Studio Theatre leaves
no doubt on that score. From a purely
theatrical perspective, the performances and production are top-notch, The Studio is one of D.C.’s theaters where I
seldom see a bad production even when I don’t care for the script (Venus in Fur is an example, reported on ROT on 11 July 2011)—and it does usually select an interesting season. As I said earlier, I’m glad I saw Torch Song for its theater-history
significance, but I also got to see a good show, all other considerations
aside.
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