tearing down bridges
by
Douglas Messerli
Arthur
Miller A View from the Bridge / Los
Angeles, Ahmanson Theatre, the performance I saw was opening night, September
14, 2016
At least in the production I saw last
night at Los Angeles’ Ahmanson Theatre, famed Dutch director Ivo Van Hove
tossed out the family’s dowdy little apartment stuffed with fussy and
falling-apart furniture. The original, in which five people are pushed into a
single flat makes for a kind of claustrophobia which, a moments, if it
generates some body heat, also takes all the air out the drama.
Van Hove, perceiving the play as a kind of
Greek drama, has created instead a open rectangular space which serves as
living room, bed room, lawyers’ offices and any other space that might be
necessary. By creating two side panels of audience seats on the stage itself,
the director has further created the sensation of a Greek amphitheater, while
simultaneously diminishing the vast space of the stage and allowing for more
theater seats. A single central opening, backed in black further creates a
sense of dramatic entry as the characters come and go. As in the original, Van
Hove uses the family lawyer as the chorus (the metaphorical “bridge” of the
play’s title), commenting on and helping to explain the inner feelings of a man
who cannot himself express them.
All of this opens up the play, allowing,
as the director as argued, the playwright’s words to speak out their poetry.
But, alas, Miller’s language has always been rather pedestrian, most of his
figures being everyday blokes; and even though it’s given special privilege
here, the character’s utterances feel as dowdy and diminished, at times, as the
overstuffed furniture that one encounters in most productions of this play.
Eddie (Frederick Weller) is so attracted
to his growing-up niece because, like a daughter, she has lit up his otherwise
drab working-man’s life. His feelings for her, moreover, have a great deal to
do with middle-age angst. Like many a hard worker who suddenly discover
themselves in their late 40s, he is terrified of what’s ahead. If the new
interloper, Rudolpho (Dave Register) does succeed in carrying her off, Eddie will
have little joy left.
Like so many wives of men like Eddie,
Beatrice (Andrus Nichols), although loving, feel as if they have been cast off,
and in emotional response, find it harder and harder to demonstrate that love.
As Catherine, moreover, Catherine Combs
seemed more like a mini-skirted pre-teen than an eighteen-year-old high school
graduate set on becoming a stenographer and secretary. I am sure Van Hove made
this a conscious decision in order to establish the girlish attitude that
innocently crossed sexual lines in her relationship with her uncle. But when
the handsome and charming Rodolpho comes into her life, it is a bit difficult
to even comprehend his attraction to a being who seems to be still a child. The
tall and somewhat lanky Register, moreover, seemed at odds with the diminutive
Combs.
But, finally, it is simply the oppressive
obviousness of Miller’s script that dooms his dark drama. We know, almost from
the beginning, where this drama is going to take us: in tragedy for male lead,
Eddie, and disaster for the two illegal immigrants. The same scenario is being
played out in our daily newspapers even today.
The only surprise in Miller’s rendering of
this tale is Eddie’s confusion over his own sexuality. It is almost as if,
since he cannot sexually “have” Catherine, he will convert the handsome Rodolfo
into someone whom he might love. In his confused macho thinking the very fact
that the young Italian man sings, is easy-going, can quick-design a dress, and
dance means that he must be “odd,” code word for gay. In his mind, he may
justify his long kiss on the lips with Rodolfo as “outing” the man before
Catherine in order to save her; but we know that there’s definitely something
else going on there. And it is the only time when Eddie transforms his
ever-present anger into some sort of passion; and, accordingly, Miller’s sudden
revelation still startles even today.
Of course, after such an unthinkable act,
he must destroy everyone around him, particularly himself, using his own kind
of macho—very much present in the Italian Marco—as a tool of his death. The
only hope Miller leaves his audience is that Rodolfo and Catherine may be
spared and will go on to create a more fluid familial life. But since Rodolfo,
as Marco’s brother, may be implicated in the murder, we cannot even be sure of
that.
Los Angeles,
September 15, 2016