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The family
at twilight A review of Star Bar's Painting Churches
The Independent
There are times that community theater feels
like a bunch of your friends who have dressed up in your parents'
clothes and are putting on a show, and you like it just because they
are so well-intentioned; and there are times when community theater
feels like someone's discovered something really, really good and
they're just hiding it in a back room and pretending it is community
theater.
The production of Painting Churches,
now playing at the venerable Lon Chaney Theater fits into the latter
category. Every bit as well acted and produced as a professional
off-Broadway play, the only flaws come from a slightly melodramatic
script and the usual problems of radically underfunded theater.
Painting Churches is about the
illusions that family members have about one another, and the wounds
that they unintentionally create in the messy process of living.
Mags Church (Amy Brooks), a young and accomplished New York artist,
has come home to her Boston Brahmin parents' home to paint their
portrait as they are packing to move permanently to their summer
cottage. Her father, Gardner Church (Bob Pinney), is a distinguished
poet, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, possessor of artifacts from most
of the century's most famous poets -- and a man who is rapidly
losing control of his faculties. Her mother, Fanny Church (Cecile
Gort), is a Boston matron obsessed with her heritage, her
appearance, and the loss of her husband, her status and the life
that she has known.
The center of the production and the women's
lives is the father, Gardner, and Pinney does an admirable job with
the complexities of the man's decline. At times overwhelming in his
anger, at times childlike in the haze of his forgetting, Pinney
dominates both the play and the lives of the two women characters
who dote on him. With his long, lanky frame and wide eyes, Pinney is
utterly convincing as a man of great vitality, now trapped in a mind
not fully functioning.
Opposite him, Brooks, as the daughter Mags,
is especially strong with her physicality onstage, whether it is
obsessively eating comfort foods, mimicking a fellow Boston girl or
furiously drawing as she attempts to capture her parents in a
long-desired portrait. Brooks' taut arms and energetic composure can
fill the stage in a moment, drawing your attention to the merest
flick of a muscle. She's especially strong in her comic moments
where she goes almost, but not quite, over the top and draws out a
good guffaw from the audience.
Gort, too, is strong in her comic moments, as
she polishes her heirloom silver to see her reflection better, or
marches around in a ridiculous hat, obsessed with its designer
label. When she and Pinney goof around together, hamming it up for
their daughter, they paint a strong portrait of true love in the
twilight years.
If the play has a flaw, it stems from the
writing itself, where the longer monologues seem occasionally too
drawn out and overwrought, and the playwright, Tina Howe, displays a
need to pull everything into a neat psychological bow. Director Mark
Hennessy mostly manages to overcome this, however, by appearing to
keep "dialogue" going with the actors throwing glances, barbs and
other nonverbal communication at one another. Pulling out the best
of his actors' physical characteristics, Hennessy cannily
compensates for a sometimes too wordy script and shows the best of
what community theater can accomplish.
-- Andrea Lucard
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