A man lies helpless, sprawled on
the floor of an unadorned space.
Blackout. The next moment
the man is sitting in a wheelchair talking to us, the audience, about his
impending death. He is engaging,
at times humorous, as well as reflective and distressed. So, begins playwright and director Will
Eno’s Wakey, Wakey, a meditation on
one person’s eventual demise.
Michael Emerson, who embodies Guy, gives a powerful, multi-layered
performance during this 75-minute production. There is joy, sorrow, and warmth in what is, basically, a 60
minute monologue, interrupted only towards the end of the show by the
introduction of Lisa (January LaVoy), a home health attendant. Guy wants to entertain, tell some
jokes, and live what is left of his life to the fullest while waiting for the
inevitable to occur. Ms. LaVoy is
compassionate and understanding in her brief role as the aide to help Guy right
up to the end.
The script is ruminative and
introspective and can become somewhat wearing with its philosophical ramblings
and usage of playful projections. Michael Emerson extracts all there is
from the play but, in the end, there is not enough substantive dialogue and
technique to carry the show to a fulfilling conclusion. Will Eno, as director, lets loose a
barrage of visuals to compensate, but they cannot make-up for the lack of a
dramatic arc.
As the production concludes and Guy
is wheeled off-stage a torrent of light (by Sound Designer David Lander), sound
(Sound Designer Nevin Steinberg), and effects (Projection Designer Peter
Negrini) are unleashed, giving the
audience a crescendo of death as envisioned by the now deceased character. This focus on death’s finality is
continued in the lobby of the Pershing Square Signature Center. There, as theatergoers disperse, they
will find an array of food and drink, simulating a Shiva call for a dearly
departed friend or family member.
Wakey,
Wakey, a thoughtful, sometimes compelling, but not fully
satisfactory piece of theater.
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