For a stage production of A
Streetcar Named Desire to work, the character of Stanley Kowalski needs to be
parts menacing; brutish, yet sensual; with a commanding, physical presence. Joe Manganiello has the requisite
strapping, hulking appearance, but his Stanley comes across more as an
occasionally unhappy husband. His threatening
nature is faint, the aura of intimidation and danger muted. Add to the mix a more beleaguered, less
reserved and self-conscious Stella Kowalski and the careful balance constructed
by playwright Tennessee Williams tilts too heavily towards the third member of
the central triumvirate, Blance DuBois, Stella’s troubled sister. The result is a ponderous production
with very little emotional impact.
Streetcar begins with the unexpected
arrival of Blanche DuBois to the small New Orleans apartment of her sister,
Stella. We quickly learn of
Blanche’s weak nerves, closet alcoholism, and sway over her sibling. She is a fading beauty constantly
worrying about her looks and appearance.
Stanley Kowalski, unsympathetic to Blanche’s plight tolerates her
presence even as it upsets his balance of power and influence within the tiny
household. As Blanche becomes more
entwined in their lives a would-be suitor, Stanley’s friend Mitch, enters the
picture. The tension and fragile
détente between the four primary characters begins to disintegrate, as
Blanche’s seamy, not-to-distant past becomes known. This sets up a dramatic break-up between the now overly
distraught Blanche and Mitch as well as Stanley’s final confrontation with his
sister-in-law. In the end,
Blanche, an emotional and physical train wreck, suffers a full mental breakdown
and is led off-stage by a kindly and benevolent doctor.
The central problem with the Yale
Rep’s production is the portrayal of the main characters, something Director
Mark Rucker should have addressed.
Joe Manganiello’s Stanley Kowalski, as stated previously, does not
appear to be so threatening or dangerous.
Sarah Sokolovic, as Stella, seems far too domesticated. Rene Augesen’s Blanche can be pitying,
bullying, and self-centered, but there is no underlying fraility that allows
for a more penetrating and nuanced performance. Only Adam O’Bryne’s Mitch, a lamentable lug, longing for
female companionship to offset his sorrowful life, gives a fulfilling
interpretation.
Director Mark Rucker also misses
the mark for the overall tone of the production, setting up an unsatisfying and
laborious denouement.
Steven Brush’s soulful and haunting
jazz inflected musical interludes deserve mentioning. They were the one component of the show that moodily
suggested the urban despair of 1940’s New Orleans.
A Streetcar Named Desire, now
playing at Yale Rep in New Haven through Saturday, October 12th.
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