Only 20 years after its première, Arthur
Miller’s play is already a period piece. Miller shows two Connecticut
men visiting their wives who have been admitted to a state mental
hospital suffering from depression, and implicitly compares their
conversations to the American national conversation overall: social,
political, the whole shebang. Leroy Hamilton (the last Yankee of the
title and, in his descent from founding father Alexander Hamilton, the
signpost to the symbolism of the play) and his wife Patricia find it
too easy to relapse into bickering if they do not actively recall their
shared feelings; John Frick and
his
wife Karen connect much less, held together more by inertia. All, to
varying extents, share New England virtues such as doggedness and vices
like repression. But in 2013, even the fractious Fricks are far too
harmonious to represent the typical exchanges in contemporary American
polity: those resemble more one of the extreme episodes of Jackie
Gleason’s 1950s sitcom
The
Honeymooners.
What remains in Miller’s piece, then, is a 70-minute human drama. In
Cathal Cleary’s production, Paul Hickey laudably refuses to be any kind
of paragon as Leroy; he is cool towards Frick and often testy with
Matilda Ziegler’s Pattie. Andy de la Tour’s Frick moves convincingly
from comic ingratiation to embarrassing short temper in the final
scene, as Kika Markham’s Karen performs a grotesque yet affecting tap
routine, itself a sort of Millerian up-yours to the sentimental
affirmations of all too many American dramas at a similar point. There
are still one or two overtones in the air: since Leroy’s profession is
also Miller’s hobby, carpentry, there has been speculation (denied by
the author) that the Hamiltons are to some extent a version of Miller
and his second wife Marilyn Monroe. And Jamie Vartan’s set design,
making us enter (as with the Young Vic production of
Hamlet a couple of years ago)
through hospital corridors, might suggest that we are either inmates or
at least visitors to such a ward ourselves. Cleary and his cast do a
solid job of portraying the characters as far as they go, but there is
no longer any rooted sense of connection to a bigger picture beyond the
modest dimensions of this particular frame.
Written for the Financial
Times.