Disgraced, the
Pulitzer Prize winning drama making its Broadway debut, is a powerful and
thought-provoking show. At times
uncomfortable for audience members, there are so many themes and issues that
playwright Ayad Akhtar has brought forth the production should offer a coffee
and chat session after every performance for individuals that need to process
what they have just seen.
The plot, featuring two interracial
couples, and the lead protagonist’s nephew, starts off simple enough in the
high-end, Upper East Side apartment of corporate lawyer, Amir Karpol, of
Pakistani descent; and his white wife, Emily, an artist. Soon, Amir’s nephew, Abe, appears
asking for help with a local Iman, detained for, allegedly, funneling money
through his mosque to terrorists. Amir
is unwilling, having sought to divest himself of his heritage and cultural
upbringing to “fit in” and wants no part of any association with the Iman. Even though his wife and teenage
relative strongly prod him to aid with the defense, he refuses.
Two weeks later we learn Amir did
attend the Iman’s hearing, but only as an observer. However, his appearance, and a short mention on page A14 of
The New York Times, sets into motion a series of events that forever changes his
marriage as well as he and his wife’s relationship with their good friends,
Isaac, a liberal Jewish gallery owner and his African-American wife, a
co-worker of Amir. Playwright Akhtar
has written a riveting drama that addresses such issues as the nature of Islam,
American’s level of understanding and comfort level with the religion, support
of Israel, racial prejudice and profiling, radicalization of our youth, and
even the pretentiousness of the art world. While it sometimes seems Akhtar’s machinations are too contrived
and pour out all at once, there is also a subtler method to his stratagem. Throughout the production he unveils pieces of information that,
at the time, can seem trivial, but the playwright skillfully takes these
ostensibly unimportant pieces and weaves them together to form a compelling and
forceful show.
Hari Dhillon who plays Amir,
adroitly fashions a character that, on the outside, exudes confidence,
charisma, and control. Internally,
he battles self-doubt, self-loathing, and his ethnic heritage to ruinous
results. Gretchen Mol, as
his wife, Emily, convincingly comes across as woman so focused on her own
artistic endeavors she can’t see the reality of today’s world staring her in
the face. Her naivete, aptly
played by the actress, is what initially sets the drama into its downward spiral. Josh Radnor, who plays the
self-absorbed art dealer, Isaac, is somewhat understated in his role. His character is more shaded and hard
to pin down until you realize towards the end of the production he is a sleazy
opportunist full of seething rage and self-importance. Karen Pittman, as his high-powered
wife, Jory, is no-nonsense and driven.
Her views are sharp and pointed.
Danny Ashok, who plays the teenager, Abe (who changed his name from
Hussein) transforms himself from a righteous young boy to a more radicalized
individual over the six month span of the show. His impassioned rant, near the drama’s conclusion, over his
treatment by the authorities gave me shivers and some insight into what it may
be like for a young Moslem living in the United States.
Director Kimberly Senior keeps the
action free flowing for the first half of the 90 minute, intermission-less
production. However, when the
sparks begin to fly in the second half, she keeps the action taut, tense, and focused
on the words spewing from the actor’s lips, keeping the audience mesmerized and
off-balance.
Disgraced, an
absorbing and captivating drama worth a theater goers time and energy.
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