This season at
the Signature Theatre Company has been a different experience for me. For a combination of reasons, first the
constitution of the schedule as an All-Premiere Season made up of plays by
various writers rather than a series from one playwright and, second, because
my companion, Diana, and I booked Horton Foote’s The Old Friends before we settled on our subscription, not only
were all the plays new ones in New York, but many of the writers are artists
whom I’ve never encountered before or with whom I only had minimal experience. Will Eno (The
Open House, reported on ROT on 16
March) and Branden Jacobs-Jenkins are entirely new to me, despite their track
records and reputations. So when Diana
and I met at the Pershing Square Signature Center on Theatre Row for the
evening performance of Jacobs-Jenkins’s Appropriate
on Friday, 21 March, I had no idea what I was about to see. As I’ve explained in the past, I avoid
reading reviews until after I’ve had my own say—except for the New York Times notice because it’s
delivered to my apartment. In this case,
however, the reviewer was Ben Brantley and, as I’ve also said before on this
blog, I more often find myself on the opposite side of the opinion spectrum
from Brantley than not, so I basically only noted that he gave Appropriate a rave notice and left it at
that until I saw the production for myself.
So, here we go.
STC’s New York
première of Appropriate, directed in the
Alice Griffin Jewelbox Theatre, the miniature proscenium house at the Signature
Center, by Liesl Tommy, started performances on 25 February and opened on 16
March; it was originally scheduled to run until 6 April but has been extended
through 13 April. The play’s world
première was at the Humana Festival of New American Plays at the Actors Theatre
of Louisville from 5 March to 7 April
2013 and then it had a dual opening in Washington, D.C., at the Woolly Mammoth
Theatre Company from 4 November to 1 December 2013 (also staged by Tommy), and
in Chicago at the Victory Gardens Theater, 15 November through 14 December 2013
(directed by Gary Griffin, who helmed the ATL début as well). The play was developed with Tommy and shown
in staged readings at STC as part of Jacobs-Jenkins’s Residency Five stint, and
he’s said he did substantial revisions in the spring of 2013 between the ATL début
and the D.C.-Chicago presentations.
Branden Jacobs-Jenkins lives in Brooklyn now, a playwright,
dramaturg, and performer. His first
full-length play, Neighbors,
was produced by the Public Theater’s Lab program (première, 2010), L.A.’s Matrix Theatre, and
Boston’s Company One; the play received
its UK première at the HighTide Festival in Suffolk last May. His other plays include The Change, Face
#1-3, Thirst, Zoo, Heart!!!, and Content.
As a performer, he’s also half of the duo
enemyResearch, with whom he’s created and performed in Garbage, Schechnershirts,
and The Amateurs. Jacobs-Jenkins’s
plays have been seen at Prelude, CUNY’s festival of new theater and
performance, in 2008 and ’09; the
Public Theater; New York Theatre Workshop; Soho Rep; P.S. 122; Ars Nova; Dixon Place;
Providence Black Repertory; Chicago’s Links Hall; the McCarter Theatre in
Princeton; the Matrix Theatre in Los
Angeles; Mixed Blood Theatre in Minneapolis; Boston’s Company One; Theater
Bielefeld in Bielefeld, Germany; and the National Theatre in London. He’s a former NYTW Playwriting fellow, an alumnus
of the Hemispheric Institute's EMERGENYC Program, as well as a member of the
Soho Rep Writers/Directors Lab, the 2009 Public Theater Emerging Writers Group,
and the Ars Nova Playgroup. The young
writer’s a 2009 Princess Grace Award winner for Playwriting and the 2009-10
Dorothy Streslin Playwriting Fellow at Soho Rep. He also spent a year in Berlin, Germany, on a 2009 Fulbright Fellowship
and he’s the winner of the 2013 Sundance Theatre Institute Tennessee Williams
Award. He’s working on a commission from
Lincoln Center Theater/LCT3 and Yale Rep just announced that his newest play, War, will début there in November. Appropriate
was a finalist for this year’s Edward M. Kennedy Prize for Drama Inspired
by American History.
Jacobs-Jenkins, who
is black, is a man who apparently doesn’t like to be specific about his age—back in 2010, he told New York Times reporter Patrick Healy “he
was in his mid-20s”—but should be about 29 now by my calculation. Born and raised in Washington, D.C.,
Jacobs-Jenkins graduated from St. John’s College High School (“half military,
half Catholic”), one of the oldest schools in the city, as valedictorian of the
class of 2002. His mother, a lawyer and one
of the first African-American women to hold a degree from Harvard Law School,
and his father, a dentist who worked in the Maryland state prisons, weren’t
patrons of the theater, but they took him to see Samuel Beckett’s Waiting
for Godot at the Studio Theatre when he was 14 and the experience made a lasting
impression on him. Jacobs-Jenkins
proceeded to Princeton University for a 2006 undergraduate degree in
anthropology and followed that with an internship at the New Yorker,
then New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts for a masters in
Performance Studies, including courses in the Department of Dramatic Writing.
Jacobs-Jenkins has
“this vivid memory” of the Studio’s Godot. “I had no idea what I was looking at,” the
writer says now, “but it was doing something to me.” Besides being “this moderately opaque piece
of existentialist drama,” the teenaged playwright-to-be found that “two black
actors had been cast in the lead roles,” a decision by director (and Studio
Theatre founder and then-artistic director) Joy Zinoman that stirred a lot of
controversy in the Washington press and among the Studio’s audiences. It also brought a cease-and-desist order from
Samuel Beckett’s estate, which also objected to “the kinds of improvisations
that would have driven Beckett up the wall.”
The casting “had managed to ‘racialize’ Beckett in this bizarre way” and
Jacobs-Jenkins found himself “completely riveted.” The young teen felt that “the ‘race-blind’
concept was rubbing up against all these questions of being and language and
modernity and abstraction in a strange way that I was probably responding to on
some subconscious level.”
The incipient
dramatist spotted the name of a former grade-school classmate in the Godot program and says, “I thought, if
he can do it.” When he got to high
school, young Jacobs-Jenkins began auditioning for plays and in his senior
year, he actually performed the role of Vladimir in Godot, “which,” he recalled, “was a disaster.” He continued to act at Princeton, but he says
he got tired of being “conceptually cast,” playing roles where his race was a
factor in the decision. He was taking
courses in fiction writing, focusing on short stories, but when he was told he
couldn’t take any more creative writing classes, he turned to playwriting. The responses he got when he read his scenes,
unlike any he got from his prose—his professor told him, “I think you’re a
playwright and I think you should deal with that”—led him to NYU and the
Department of Dramatic Writing.
In all of
Jacobs-Jenkins’s plays, the writer uses “blackness as a ‘material.’” Neighbors
had black characters in blackface “perform the once-familiar, now-shocking
gestures of minstrelsy.” An Octoroon (premières in April at SoHo
Rep) is an adaption of Dion Boucicault’s 1859 melodrama, The Octoroon. In Appropriate, there are no black
characters, “[b]ut the subject is unmistakably the elephant in the room.” The estranged members of the white Lafayette family
return to Arkansas and the derelict plantation that was their former home to dispose
of the possessions of Ray, their recently deceased father and grandfather, in
an estate sale and sell the property to cover his debts. First to arrive is the youngest son, Franz
(formerly Frank) and his young girlfriend, River—who’s sensitive to
spirits. Joining them are sister Toni,
the oldest sibling, and her teenaged son, Rhys, followed by Bo, the elder
brother, his wife, Rachael, and their two children, 8-year-old Ainsley and precocious
13-year-old daughter, Cassidy. (I
continue my accidental string of performances with boy actors. This makes four. Though Rhys, about 18, is played by 23-year-old
Mike Faist, Ainsley is portrayed by Alex Dreier, 10, who has no lines but
performs a chilling and emblematic visual moment in the play. Appropriate
is my only show so far this season with a female juvenile, though.)
Among the hoarded
mementos and junk, the family finds an album of photos of dead black people,
all apparently lynched. The discovery
sends the family into paroxysms of fractious confrontations, forgotten
histories, and guilt. Jacobs-Jenkins
sees Appropriate as the last in a
“sequence” that includes Neighbors
and An Octoroon. Like those plays, he says, Appropriate is “concerned with genre and
the act of seeing—the moral question inherent in it—and what exactly is
American about American theatre.” He
names Horton Foote, Sam Shepard, and Arthur Miller as writers he admires, and
plays such as Dividing the Estate, Buried Child, Cherry Orchard, and Cat on a
Hot Tin Roof as works that helped inspire Appropriate.
According to his
interview in the STC subscriber magazine, Jacobs-Jenkins affirms that when he
started writing Appropriate, “I ended
up deciding I would steal something from every play that I liked, and put all
those things in a play and cook the pot to see what happens”; he acknowledges
that his characters are all related to ones from the family plays he named. (I had begun to wonder, before I saw the
play, if the Jacobs-Jenkins’s title was meant to be the adjective a-PRO-pree-at, “suitable to the social
situation,” or the verb a-pro-pree-ATE,
“to take possession of.” I’ve concluded
that the writer intends it to be ambiguous; Jacobs-Jenkins has spoken of
“appropriation” and the theater posted definitions of both senses of the word
outside the Griffin. The introduction to
the STC interview with the playwright asserts, “Jacobs-Jenkins quietly imbues
the topics of history, belonging, ownership, and appropriation with even
greater power.” The Lafayette siblings
act ”inappropriately” throughout the play, and the photos they discover and the
family history are evidence of the white establishment “appropriating” African-American
culture, history, and suffering.)
In the New York Times, reviewer Ben Brantley
praised the way the dramatist “honors the time-tested recipes of those who have
gone before him,” exclaiming, “[W]hat a difference a chef makes.” Unhappily, I think Brantley’s overstated the
case. Jacobs-Jenkins’s idea may sound
interesting, using recognizable memes from great writers of the past both as an
homage and as a dramatic lift to help the audience slip more easily into the
playwright’s world, but what ends up happening is start-to-finish déjà vu, a feeling that we’ve seen this
all before. Diana compared it to series
TV, familiar situations and pedestrian writing that doesn’t elevate the drama
above the predictable and expected.
(Elisabeth Vincentelli described Appropriate
in the New York Post as “the kind of
show where a character making an ominous discovery exclaims ‘Oh my God,’
followed by a dramatic blackout.”) I
wouldn’t state it as harshly as Diana, though.
I give Jacobs-Jenkins a great deal of credit for trying the idea and
applying it to an ambitious point. Except
as parody, it probably wouldn’t ever work to borrow (dare I say ‘appropriate’?)
so extensively from well-known (and often beloved) tropes in the hopes that you
can détourne them for your own
purposes, and perhaps Jacobs-Jenkins should have seen that earlier in the
process, but I won’t dismiss his attempt to go this route.
The writer’s
ambitious idea is to look at racism in America not through the eyes and lives
of those who experienced it themselves, or inherited its repercussions
generations after slavery and Jim Crow, but through the lives of the supposedly
privileged white Christians who have reaped the whirlwind from the white-supremacy
wind their ancestors sowed. The
Lafayette family was dysfunctional long before they discovered Ray’s stash of
lynching photos, but the recriminations and bitterness is redoubled when
theories start to be put forth for where the pictures came from and whether Ray
was actually involved somehow in the horrors they depict—and then who can
profit from them now and how. The tender
threads that held the clan together at all—none of the siblings live in the
same town and even their own families are in precarious shapes—are virtually
ripped out and the fabric of kinship lies in shreds like the rest of the old
man’s detritus. The photos and the
plantation connect the Lafayettes to their family history. Until they find the pictures and questions
start to be asked—at first, and most pointedly, by the family outsiders, River,
the fiancée, and Rachael, the wife—Toni, Bo, and Franz never even questioned
the implications of the old house, whose grounds include an unmarked slave
burial ground as well as a family plot, or their family’s history in it. What Jacobs-Jenkins seems to be saying is
that, even if none of them, as Bo rants in frustration, had actually
discriminated against anyone, let alone lynched anyone, their unreflective
acceptance of a past in which their society and their forebears—all those
generations of Lafayettes buried in the plot just outside the window—had
perpetrated, echoes down the generations.
Jacobs-Jenkins
has contrived that among this family, Toni is divorced and angry, and her son,
who now wants to go live with his father, has just come off a period in
juvenile detention for selling drugs at his Atlanta school. Toni, who’d been principal of the school,
lost her job over the affair. Franz had once
been convicted of sex with a minor—a girl nearly the same age as his niece
Cassidy—and has had problems with drugs and alcohol. Off the grid for 10 years, he moved from town
to town so often that, now in Portland, Oregon, no one could locate him to tell
him about his father’s death and the funeral, which he missed. Franz’s current girlfriend is much younger
than he and seems flaky to his sister and brother (though she may be the most
grounded one in the group). Bo’s
problems may be the most complex: he doesn’t seem able to commit to anything,
even defending his wife against an attack by his sister—he just doesn’t want to
get in the middle of anything. But he
feels as if he’s the one bearing the financial responsibility for the
plantation and his late father’s care while his job back in New York is in
danger because the magazine where he works is downsizing. Rachael, Bo’s wife, is not only an outsider
(she’s from Brooklyn), but she’s a Jew (and, yes, the “K” word gets tossed
about) and there are suggestions that Bo married her in part because of her
outsiderness. (I believe that Toni’s
response to Rachael’s Jewishness and Bo’s defensiveness about all the evils
perpetrated on all minority groups in this country’s history—disease-infested
blankets given to Indians even gets a mention—and even Franz’s status as a
sex-offender are all meant to be surrogates for the racism Jacobs-Jenkins is
addressing but which his characters avoid confronting. The message: A bigot is a bigot is a
bigot. They don’t discriminate among
flavors of prejudice. Bigotry is
bigotry.) The discovery of the photo
album didn’t make this family a mess, but the gruesome pictures serve as a
catalyst for the explosion that may have been inevitable as soon as Toni, Bo,
and Franz came together in their old home.
Though
Jacobs-Jenkins doesn’t state this theme in the text of Appropriate, it’s what I feel he’s trying to get at. His vehicle may be flawed and the baggage
this characters bring to the situation, not to mention the appropriations the
playwright’s taken from Williams, Miller, and the others, may be getting in
the way of clearly communicating his point, but I credit Jacobs-Jenkins with an
intriguing and worthwhile idea to examine.
Appropriate is only his
third full-length play, the second to get a full staging (An Octoroon was presented in a flawed early form at P.S. 122 in
2010, but the revised version gets its première next month) and the writer
isn’t yet 30, so I’ll take this production as an encouraging and interesting
stage in his maturation and watch where he goes next. At Princeton, Jacobs-Jenkins recalls, his
playwriting teacher, the screenwriter and playwright Neal Bell, told him, “I
think you should keep writing plays.
You’re doing something really complicated.” Now, maybe that’s a little heady to tell a
college writer, but I’d accept the assessment now—even if the dramatist’s reach
may still be exceeding his grasp. There
was too much that was thought-provoking and promising in Appropriate for me to dismiss Branden Jacobs-Jenkins out of
hand.
The script aside, Liesl Tommy’s production of Appropriate was well conceived and
executed. I don’t know Tommy’s work, but
she’s been working both here and in regional rep companies for some time. A native of Cape Town, South Africa, Tommy has
also taught in schools such as NYU’s Tisch, Juilliard, and Brown University. She worked with Jacobs-Jenkins on the
development of Appropriate during his
STC residency and staged the Woolly Mammoth production that followed the ATL
première. The playwright didn’t leave a
whole lot to the imagination, spelling out almost every emotion and impulse,
but Tommy got the actors all to pull it off as if it were the most natural of
behaviors. In her hands, the Lafayettes
may be tightly wound but they manage to be believable, not to say always
rational, individuals, though it wouldn’t be hard to turn them into
clichés. The production runs two hours
and twenty minutes (including one intermission), but it didn’t seem long
despite the sometimes predictable nature of Jacobs-Jenkins’s dramaturgy. Tommy keeps the spinning, overloaded play focused
and fluid. She couldn’t change the
melodrama into anything more substantial, and she couldn’t give the play a
final resolution that Jacobs-Jenkins didn’t write, but she did keep everything
from whirling off into space, which it came
close to doing more than once. (In act
two, there’s a total melee, choreographed by fight directors Rick Sordelet and Christian Kelly-Sordelet, in which nearly
everyone, including the women and teenaged Rhys—who makes a flying leap at his
uncle Bo that attests to his chops as an acrobatic dancer late of Newsies—takes a very active part! It’s the family-play equivalent of a barroom
brawl.)
The costumes of Clint Ramos nicely capture each character’s
nature without blaring it out (the characters do that rather enough themselves),
but the indisputable star of Appropriate’s
physical production is Ramos’s scenic design, especially as lit by Lap Chi
Chu. The Griffin’s small playing area is
completely filled with the living room interior of the Lafayette plantation,
with a loftily high ceiling and a long staircase to the second-floor landing at
the back. The living room in turn is
completely filled with the collected remnants of the dead man’s life of
hoarding—clothes, old toys (Bo pulls out a wooden sled that looks like it might
have come from the set of Citizen Kane),
discarded furniture, books, and assorted junk covering every bit of floor,
every surface, and every nook. (Show Business’s Amy Stringer remarked on “the exquisite detail.” Think Collyer Brothers.) The house itself is decomposing like the
family ancestors in the graveyard outside.
It’s not haunted, Franz assures River after they climb in through a
window—but it looks as if it ought to be.
And of course, it is—although the spirits might be more attached to the
people than the place. Maybe both. The house is so decrepit that at the end of
the play, after everyone has fled, leaving it to the ravages of time, the
set literally falls apart piece by piece.
The implication is too obvious, like much of Jacobs-Jenkins’s script,
but the stage effect is stunning as ceilings crumble, paintings fall off the
walls, and a chandelier drops. (Phantom of the Opera has only a falling
chandelier; Appropriate has an entire
house!)
Chu’s lighting, which ranges from shadowy and haunting to
glaring and hot like a giant interrogation spot, only enhanced Ramos’s
picture. The wall sconces glowed barely
orange, providing an eerie glimmer until the rest of the lights are brought up;
outside the windows, instead of moonlight or a wash of dappled sun though old
trees, are a bank of spotlights shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows
as if the inhabitants of the plantation were under scrutiny by some unseen
observer.
Once again the Signature has produced a true ensemble
performance, engineered by Tommy. The
characters are hardly folks I’d like to spend much time around, although River,
the latter-day hippie, isn’t as hard to take as the rest if you can get around
her new-ageyness, but the cast portrays them impeccably. (Brantley said the characters are “all both unlovable and impossible not to
identify with,” though I don’t entirely buy the second assertion.) Johanna Day’s Toni is a bitch on wheels from
her first entrance pretty much until she leaves the stage, but she mixes her
acerbic wit with a touchy defensiveness that makes her human (if not quite
sympathetic). Her one moment of
near-empathy—although she has to imagine her bothers dead to get to it—is
carried off with more conviction than a less resourceful actor probably could
muster; it almost doesn’t fit, but Day finds the connection in the memories
she’d like to have. Bo’s noncommittal
aloofness and Franz’s man-child oddness are nicely portrayed by Michael
Laurence and Patch Darragh; as hard as the characters are to take—I really just
wanted someone to smack them both upside their heads and knock some common sense
into them—the two actors catch the brothers convincingly.
As the women in the two brothers’ lives, Sonya Harum’s River
and Maddie Corman’s Rachael both clearly demonstrate their outsider status,
Harum by simply not meshing with the family dynamic so . . . well, dynamically,
and Corman by exhibiting a palpable animosity for Toni (and later for Ray) that
seems both deserved and a little contrived.
(It’s actually Rachael herself who first invokes the “K” word, though
Toni picks it up readily.) The children
are hints of what will become of the Lafayette clan down the generational road,
and it’s still cloudy. Rhys has already
made bad choices but Faist makes him seem unfinished and a little
diffident. Away from Toni—and we have no
idea what kind of man Derek, his father, is—he may have a chance to sever the
tether to the Lafayette ghosts.
Precocious young Cassidy keeps reminding us that she’s “almost an
adult,” and Izzy Hanson-Johnston makes her smart enough that we can just believe
she, too, might be salvageable—once Rachael is back in New York safely away
from the other Lafayettes. Her little
brother, Ainsley, is less of a full-blooded figure, and Dreier is called on to
do little more that be a ball of energy tearing around the old homestead—which
he does with terrific verve.
It may well be that Tommy’s staging has papered over many of
the faults of Jacobs-Jenkins’s script, but in my experience, most of the time
that that happens, there’s something in the play on which to anchor the production. That’s why I’ll take the STC presentation of Appropriate as an indication that this
writer has a lot to offer and soon may be making a mark on U.S. stages. (In Entertainment
Weekly, Stephan Lee posited that this may be “a star-making production for”
the playwright. I’m not prepared to go
that far.) Jacobs-Jenkins already has an
ear for speech, even if his dialogue can border on cliché, and his characters, if
derivative, are vivid and lively. He has
a way of making them play off of one another that creates a world on the stage,
but he hasn’t learned yet that less can be more, explaining everything, but
saying little in the end—which, by the way, contains no resolution either to
the questions raised by the photos or to the rifts in the family. We do know that Rhys is going to live with
his father, starting a new chapter perhaps, but the only other indication of a
potential future is that both Franz and River have taken new names: Franz used
to be Frank (apparently for François) and River was born Trisha. New identities may suggest a new start, and
Franz insists he’s not the same person who led his earlier, troubled life. Nonetheless, as Timesman Brantley put it, when Appropriate
ends, the Lafayette children “are,
if anything, more confused than when it began.” The decay of the house set may be
Jacobs-Jenkins showing us what he sees in the Lafayette future, but it’s not in
the play.
The press response seemed to be split; I came down in a sort
of center position, finding flaws in the vehicle but promise in the ideas and
Jacobs-Jenkins’s talent and ambition.
Reviewers appear to have either embraced the dramatist’s effort or
dismissed it. The Post’s Vincentelli felt that “while there’s very little that’s fresh in ‘Appropriate,’ the show’s still a
fun ride” because “everything is amped up for gleeful maximum effect” by “Tommy’s
energetic direction.” Asserted the Post reviewer, “Subtle this is not, but
Jacobs-Jenkins pushes all the buttons very efficiently” and Vincentelli concluded,
“‘Appropriate’ proves that you don’t have to reinvent the wheel—you just have
to make sure it turns smoothly.”
In contrast, the Daily News’s Joe Dziemianowicz opened
his notice with: “There’s probably a worthwhile, if well-worn, story of
unwanted and inescapable family legacies lurking in . . . ‘Appropriate.’ Too bad the virtues of this comedy-drama are
hidden in director Liesl Tommy’s miscalibrated production.” Dziemianowicz also wasn’t impressed with the
performances, calling the acting “cartoonish, unconvincing and, finally,
inappropriate.” Ultimately, the Newsman concluded that “the play strives
for a significance that remains elusive.”
The Times’s Brantley, however,
called Jacobs-Jenkins’s Appropriate “his
very fine, subversively original new play . . . under the astute direction of
Liesl Tommy.” The play’s style, Brantley
asserted, “is piercingly clear, with carefully drawn characters who speak in
crisp and fluid dialogue” which has been “smoothly acted” by the ensemble.
In “Goings On
About Town,” the New Yorker called Appropriate “a sprawling, Shepardesque
play . . . that slyly approaches its huge subject.” Jacobs-Jenkins and “his expert cast take care
with the many familial relationships,” said the New Yorker writer, “and
the young playwright has found a way to teach without preaching, leaving the
ending, true to life, wide open.” In an astute
comparison of three of STC’s current productions (Appropriate, David Henry Hwang’s Kung Fu, and Will Eno’s The
Open House; see my ROT reports on
the last two on 11 and 16 March) and an invocation of Leo Tolstoy’s admonition
that “every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way” (it’s from Anna Karenina, 1873-1877), Jesse Green at New York magazine decided that the family members in Jacobs-Jenkins’s
play “make the other clans look like Cleavers, and make you want to wield one.” Green asked “Is Appropriate a comic
tragedy? A tragic comedy? No, just a mess, undercooked and overexplained”
and it’s “as overstuffed as the house.”
(Green added that “at least the house gets cleaned during the action. The play just gets more cluttered.”) The actors, said the man from New York, must “hack their way through
the emotional underbrush” and the playwright never “finds ways to seduce us
into accepting his creatures as real and even attractive.” Green concluded by declaring, “Fortunately,
people like that don’t live in real houses. They live only in theaters, and you get to
leave them there.” In the Village Voice, Alexis Soloski described
Jacobs-Jenkins’s writing style as “a fluid naturalism that seems to want to
break into something grander,” but noted that in Appropriate “only the play's beginning and ending veer toward the
symbolic.” Soloski
further noted that the playwright’s “characters speak vivid, self-aware
dialogue,” though “the script wouldn't benefit from a more direct swing at its
subjects.” Tommy’s staging “too often
trades messy horror for clean comedy” as the script “does call out for a more
substantial kind of reckoning.”
In the theater and entertainment press, Amy Stringer
proclaimed in Show Business, “Everybody
drop what you’re doing and go see this play immediately,” calling Appropriate an “enthralling play,
expertly directed by Liesl Tommy.” Stringer
even warned theatergoers that the experience “will quite possibly leave you
with your jaw on the floor, clutching the person sitting next to you.” Of Jacobs-Jenkins’s dialogue, the Show Biz reviewer reported that “the
thought behind each line is so well-articulated that almost nothing seems
wasted or superfluous” and, aided by Tommy’s direction, the writing “takes the
production to another level of realism.”
In her final analysis, Stringer insisted that “the way that every
element of this play comes together . . . makes [Appropriate] a production that deserves to be seen.” In Entertainment
Weekly, Stephan Lee reported, “There's
so much to look at on [the] Signature Theatre stage during Appropriate, yet so many of the play's major drivers remain totally
unseen.” The play, wrote the EW reviewer, “is . . . primarily a
family drama rooted firmly in reality, but the ominous setting lends it the
look of a horror show or ghost story—which, in some ways, it is.” Lee felt that Jacobs-Jenkins’s “verbal
artillery,” which “infuses the script with unforced, viperish humor,” is also “often
jarring, but the show stops just short of over-indulgence.” Describing it as “an uncommonly deft dramatic
and technical achievement,” Lee reported that the play “speeds along” despite
its length because of both Jacobs-Jenkins’s writing and Tommy’s “taut
direction.” Time Out New York‘s David Cote characterized Appriopriate as “a racialized, faintly mocking riff on the Dark
Family Secrets genre so well defined by Albee, Shepard and, more recently,
Tracy Letts.” Finding the plot “a
contrived exposé of attitudes” by “tedious and grating characters,” the man
from TONY declared, “It’s potentially
rich material, but the young Jacobs-Jenkins can’t write character or dialogue
as well as the sources he’s synthesizing.”
Cote felt that “despite a talented cast and Liesl Tommy’s straight-faced
direction,” the reviewer-writer kept “waiting for the narrative or aesthetic
strategy to twist into something truly novel or perverse. It never does.” The TONY
reviewer’s “bottom line”: “This family isn’t dysfunctional enough.”
In the on-line press, Elyse
Sommer proclaimed on CurtainUp that
the Lafayettes’ “problems and long festering resentments could keep several
psychotherapists busy for years.” Sommer
characterized Appropriate, a “Southern
Gothic serio-comedy,” as “both a comic variation [on] Tracy Letts's August: Osage County . . . and a subtly original and funny yet
serious take on this dramatic genre” to which Jacobs-Jenkins “adds an ironic
piquancy.” The CurtainUp
review-writer asserted that the playwright subverts “this essentially familiar
setup” by the way he “builds the ever escalating conflicts . . . with humor and
skillful character development,” creating “believable, nuanced” figures instead
of “the caricatures they could easily be.”
Sommer concluded that the “disturbing yet entertaining play,” composed
“[w]ithout preaching” by Jacobs-Jenkins, “can still have the power to surprise
and impress.” In her New York Theatre
Guide review, Tulis McCall, acknowledging that she “may be in the minority,”
complained that the narrative is too diffuse because “Jacobs-Jenkins doesn’t
choose one character to pull the plot along.”
“No single person,” McCall explained, “has a goal around which the story
is built.” The cyber reviewer further
asserted, “The writing in the second act borders on sophomoric,” and she
lamented that despite Tommy’s “very fine direction,” Ramos’s “killer set,” and
“excellent performances,” she was disappointed because “instead of being pulled
into the Lafayette family basement, I was left out on the front lawn, asking
the same question that Bo asked: Is there a point to all this?” McCall nonetheless felt that Jacobs-Jenkins “is
an adventuresome chronicler” and admitted that she “look[s] forward to more
work from” the playwright.
Talkin’ Broadway’s Matthew Murray reported
that “Jacobs-Jenkins demonstrates a compelling storytelling skill” and “skirts
the line between the necessary and the uncomfortable, raising questions most of
us would prefer were not asked in real life.”
Still, Murray felt, the playwright “plots a bit broadly, leaving certain
elements and events looser than is absolutely ideal,” namely, “too many of the
characters are saddled with too many crippling problems . . . and a number of
events in the second act . . . do not ring true.” The TB reviewer found, “Ultimately,
alas, neither does the production, as Jacobs-Jenkins’s intense and surprising
writing is never matched by what we see onstage,” for which Murray blamed Tommy,
who brings “an acrid stuffiness about the proceedings that slows down the
action and keeps much of it from being either tense or convincing.” He summed up that “everything plays just a
little too fake,” including, the review-writer added, the actors. Murray’s final judgment, however, is quite
positive, finding that Appropriate is “a vivid vivisection of white
guilt given physical form, and a fascinating investigation from an
African-American playwright who’s once again unleashing his distinctive voice
and outlook.” On TheaterMania, David
Gordon called Appropriate “[a] great concept gone wrong” because
Jacobs-Jenkins’s “idea is just so good that the decision to mash up hoary old
theatrical tropes to tell his story is massively disappointing.” Gordon lamented, “The performers try
valiantly to find the heart within each role,” all of whom, the reviewer
asserted, were “a group of archetypes.” He
further averred that Tommy's direction is “[m]ore detrimental” because it’s “tonally
confusing and infuses a play that doesn't seem like a dark comedy with grimly
comedic elements.” The production,
however, “is stunning to look at” with Ramos’s costumes and his “set
eye-popping in its scope and messiness,” as well as Chu’s lighting and the
sound design of Broken Chord. “Ultimately,”
concluded Gordon, “Jacobs-Jenkins’ message is obscured by his insistence on
sticking to something so conventional. What
could have made a significant impression on the American dramatic canon lands
with a mere ho-hum.”
In the "Arts, Briefly" column of the New York Times of 20 May 2014, Patrick Healy reported:
ReplyDelete"The critically acclaimed Off Broadway plays 'Appropriate' and 'An Octoroon' dominated the 59th annual Obie Awards on Monday night, with Branden Jacobs-Jenkins winning the best new American play award for writing both dramas. In addition, Johanna Day, star of 'Appropriate,' and Chris Myers, star of 'An Octoroon,' received Obie performance awards, and Liesl Tommy won a directing Obie for 'Appropriate.'"
Healy also reported: "A playwriting Obie went to Will Eno for 'The Open House,' and Oliver Butler won a directing Obie for the show." I blogged about this production on ROT on 16 March.
The Obie Awards, originated by the Village Voice, honor work in Off-Broadway and Off-Off-Broadway theater. The 2014 awards were presented at Webster Hall in the East Village.