9th June 2013,Ferenc Molnar’s The Guardsman at the Kennedy Center
Jealous men behaving oddly was the
theatrical theme of the week. After the unfounded jealousy and excessive
response of a king in The Winter’s
Tale, today I enjoyed the understandable jealousy and extraordinary
response of a thespian in The Guardsman. These contrary responses to
what is, at some point in all our lives, a universally experienced emotion,
nonetheless both expressed the primal power of betrayed love. In The Guardsman, the plot revolves around
a famous theatrical couple in early 1900s Budapest. The actress (Sarah Wayne
Collies, from TVs The Walking Dead and Prison Break) has a promiscuous past in
which she took many lovers but discarded them after six months. She has now
apparently settled down to domesticity with her husband (Finn Wittrock). But as
their six month anniversary approaches, the husband begins to notice or imagine
changes in his wife’s behaviour, which lead him to suspect that she is ready to
discard him too. When he finds out that her fantasy man is a military officer
with a sensitive side, he begins to send her flowers and notes from a
mysterious imperial guardsman. He then tells her that he will be out of town
for a few days; he puts on his guardsman disguise and arranges to meet his wife
to see if she will be seduced by the guardsman. As his alter-ego’s attempts at
seduction continue, the actor grows more and more jealous of the non-existent
guardsman. Clearly flattered by the attentions of the exciting stranger, his
wife at first resists his attempts but eventually begins to succumb…
After seeing a number of Shakespeare productions set in
different periods, it was at least refreshing to see that a play written in the
Budapest of the early 1900s was actually set in the Budapest of the early 1900s.
And the stage design was excellent. Most of the play takes place in an upper
middle class drawing room, with the remainder set in a box at the opera, and
both locations were gorgeously represented. In the
drawing room, La Belle Époque art hung on scarlet walls, the
actress played Chopin on the grand piano, and the stage was liberally adorned
with elegant Parker Knoll type armchairs, lavish floor cushions and chaise
longues. The whole thing effortlessly called forth that central European
bourgeois, Bohemian world which was eventually flattened to make way for the
great, grey, grim utopia of communist dreams.
The
program also made promising reading. The original Guardsman was written by Molnar Ferenc as a dark and bitter black
comedy, which the 1920s Broadway adaptation turned into a light and airy farce.
Ferenc was inspired to write the play by his real-life abandonment by his
actress-lover (who eventually went on to play the lead role The Guardsman). Ferenc
attempted to kill himself and then wrote this raw, dark play whilst recovering
in hospital. So this production is based on a new translation designed to add
the ‘black’ back to the comedy. And this is where the first problems arise: the
husband-wife bickering is too intense, too realistic, to be funny. And after we
have endured 20 minutes of anguished wrangling, the surreal, madcap elements of
the play aren’t really strong enough to lift us back up. In returning the original
agony, this adaptation loses too much of the funniness.
Nonetheless, even with this fundamental weakness,
the play might have recovered in the second act, when the deception and
ambiguity really get going. Collies is certainly enough of an attractive actress
to play the role of an attractive actress. I’m not sure she had that ‘it’
factor which the dialogue suggests she needed, but she played her part
competently and expressed her emotions with the passion and subtlety demanded.
The family friend and ineffective admirer of the actress (Shuler Hensley), got
many of the best lines, and he delivered them with great timing and the
sardonic dryness of the lovelorn stoic. The husband though, on whose shoulders
the success of this production really rested, was poorly cast. When out of
disguise, his voice and accent were more evocative of a character from Dude,
Where’s My Car? than that of a successful but desperate European man of the
world. But his accent as the guardsman was much, much worse. Somebody,
somewhere obviously thought that giving the guardsman a thick and ridiculous
east European accent would add an extra element of humour to proceedings.
Perhaps the director is a fan of Borat. In any event, the result was
annoyance every time he opened his mouth. Finally, and as a proud little person
myself it pains me to say it, the actor was too short to play a dashing
military officer. The actress was a good three inches taller than him and the
height mismatch undermined the entire effect. I could suspend my disbelief
enough to believe that she wouldn’t recognize her own husband if he put on a
fake moustache and a silly accent, but that this worldly-wise glamorous fox
would fall so quickly under the spell of a bumbling short guy? No. A taller
actor, or at the very least a short actor in a pair of Cuban heels, was needed.
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