By Cynthia Citron
There are some actors whose public personas are so strong and so indelible that
they can never quite disappear themselves into the roles they play. Think
Jack Nicholson. Or John Wayne. In much the same way, there are some
playwrights whose private lives are so well known that they are consistently
visible in their plays. Think Tennessee Williams, Eugene O'Neill and
Arthur Miller.
In one of Miller's last plays, The Ride Down Mt. Morgan, it is nearly
impossible to separate the playwright from his alter ego anti-hero. You can
never quite forget that the man thrashing around onstage, wrestling with his
morality as well as his mortality, is a character created by the man that
Marilyn Monroe described as a man who was unable to give her the
"attention, warmth, and affection" she needed. "It's not in
his nature," she said.
Lyman Felt, the central character in The Ride Down Mt. Morgan, reflects
this narcissistic self-absorption. Lying in a hospital bed after a brutal
automobile accident, he ruminates about the double life he has been leading for
almost a decade. Married to a "proper Presbyterian" for more
than 30 years, he had succumbed to the freewheeling charms of a younger woman,
Jewish, as he is, some nine years earlier and married her, too. Now, as a
result of his accident, the women have met, and as each of them deals with their
shock and pain, Felt seeks to justify his betrayals by claiming that each of
them has had a better life with him than they would have had without him. Which
might have been true if they had remained ignorant of each other, but now that
they are aware of his duplicity they must reappraise their relationship
with him and their happy marriages built on lies.
He, however, is unrepentant. He refuses to accept responsibility for his
actions because, as he continually protests, he loves them both. "If you
want to live according to your desires, you have to wind up looking like
shit," he says. And then, self-righteously, "I may be a
bastard, but I'm not a hypocrite."
The crux of Miller's argument here is that monogamy is an unnatural and
unattainable state that is imposed on men by rigid social convention. And,
as he does in each of his other plays, Miller once again explores the
ramifications of dishonesty and lies.
Stephen Macht brings an intense and frantic charm to the role of Lyman Felt, but
he fails to make him sympathetic or even likable. Which leaves a kind of
void in the center of the play. As his wives, Ellen Geer and Melora
Marshall, half-sisters in real life, represent two very different and distinct
personalities: two halves of an ideal woman. Ellen Geer's daughter Willow
plays her daughter in the play and she brings a sweet poignancy to the role.
William Dennis Hunt plays the family lawyer and friend with a fine
mix of suppressed outrage and concern. And as Lyman's nurse, Earnestine
Phillips provides a wise and mischievous presence to the proceedings. As
do the four "dream figures" who float through Lyman's drug-induced
fantasies.
Heidi Davis has ably directed this excellent repertory company, the Will Geer
Theatricum Botanicum, in their fourth production of the summer season. And,
as always, the outdoor amphitheater in the forest provides an appropriately
rustic environment for a play set mostly in upstate New York. But sound
designer Ian Flanders has got to take the microphones off the crickets: in some
scenes their twittering nearly drowns out the dialogue.
Theatricum Botanicum is located in Topanga Canyon. The Ride Down Mt.
Morgan will play in repertory through October 8th.
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