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He Says: Public Theater’s The Michaels Expands the Rhinebeck Road with Panoramic Dance, Luckily.

He Says: Public Theater’s The Michaels Expands the Rhinebeck Road with Panoramic Dance, Luckily.

Haviland Morris, Brenda Wehle, Maryann Plunkett, and Jay O. Sanders. Photo by Joan Marcus.

It’s hard not to know pretty much what you are going to be served, in general, as soon as you walk into the Public’s LuEsther Theater to see Tony Award-winning playwright/director Richard Nelson’s new play, The Michaels: Conversations During Difficult Times.  They all seem to be about just that. I did not see his Apple Family Plays, but I was fortunate enough to be present for The Gabriels, his three part play cycle (I saw two out of three, which ain’t too bad) about the election year that destroyed my faith in America and all it stands for. I didn’t know it then, when I was sitting in the theater watching The Gabriels discuss and unpack the complications of the election battle between Hillary Clinton and the Orange Monster, but looking back at that year from 2019, my vantage point is smeared in deceit and impeachable offenses. Disagree with me all you want, but I can hear the facts lining up, even through the GOP noise and alternate fact finding missions they seem to be operating from.

The MichaelsWritten and Directed by Richard Nelson
Matilda Sakamoto and Charlotte Bydwell. Photo by Joan Marcus.

This may seem off topic, but it’s hard not to go there as we see the typical Nelson stage setup.  The kitchen tables sit, ready for the company to put together, piled with chairs that will seat the expected souls of the Michael family for dinner, filled to the edges of the stage with interpersonal dynamics. The stove just sits there, waiting to be utilized for a meal that will be made before our eyes over which those dynamics will be unearthed and commented on. “This might be the best day of your life” is playing overhead, and we hope, as we wait for the telling of familial tales and war stories, boring the girls and caressing our senses with its expected intelligence and warmth. It’s clear from the get-go, that The Michaels , as traditionally designed by Jason Ardizzone-West (Public’s Illyria, NBC’s “Jesus Christ Superstar Live in Concert“), with lighting by Jennifer Tipton Broadway’s To Kill a Mockingbird), sound by Scott Lehrer (Broadway’s Hello, Dolly!), and costumes by Susan Hilferty (Public’s Fire in Dreamland) and Mark Koss (PMP’s The Little Mermaid), will not swerve to far from the Rhinebeck road where the Apples, the Gabriels, and now the Michaels live, not glamorously like their rich new neighbors, but simply and artistically. The model is steeped in familial tradition and natural engagement, as the uber-talented cast makes this beautiful trip just for us, even in the rain, to the shores of this kitchen, breathing sighs into the darkness between quick sharp scenes, giving us hope that all this will be helpful to our collective national discomfort.

The MichaelsWritten and Directed by Richard Nelson
Charlotte Bydwell and Rita Wolf. Photo by Joan Marcus.

They come, en masse, to organize and distribute, as they normally do, the pieces of the puzzle that will make this space their own. Nelson has brought together a cast made up of regulars; professional and expertly trained in the art of authentic casual discussions on difficult subjects. The usual suspects have all gathered at the aging celebrated choreographer, Rose Michael’s house, delicately portrayed with fire and flash by Brenda Wehle (NYTW’s Mary Jane), who is faltering against oncoming health issues. She is tired and in pain, but firmly attached to family and her new romantic partner, retired teacher Kate Harris, gingerly well played by Maryann Plunkett (Bernadette Peters’s replacement in Sunday in the Park with George in 1985) who has moved in to the home in order to help take care of her during these troubling times. Their relationship feels warm and earthy, like the meal that Kate quietly makes in Rose’s kitchen. But there is a slice of something that doesn’t sit well in my stomach, a separateness that is not just in Rose’s complicated connection to her past, her healthy, her work, and now her own failing body. But it’s in their entanglement that feels shaky. She’s an “interesting woman, even though she’s not a dancer” it is said of Kate, but we sit back and let the aromas waft through our soul, knowing full well that all will gingerly be revealed in good time (two hours without an intermission) through talk and the added ingredient of dance. At least we have this to eagerly await, wondering how this new spice will change the flavor in the upcoming meal, or will it be the typical and expected world views discussed, just on a different colored floor board and a unique musical soundtrack as backdrop. “You look worried“, but time will tell.

The MichaelsWritten and Directed by Richard Nelson
Rita Wolf, Maryann Plunkett, Jay O. Sanders, and Haviland Morris. Photo by Joan Marcus.

Rose’s ex-husband, David has also just arrived, beautifully embodied by the glorious Jay O. Sanders (Sir David Hare’s Stuff Happens) with his wife, Sally who was also one of the original members of Rose’s dance company, sharply portrayed by the always interesting Rita Wolf (The Flea’s Emma and Max). They are the weight and the solidness of The Michaels, as they know his work and fill it out fully with ease. They are joined by another original dancer from the golden days of Rose’s illustrious career, Irenie Walker, gently portrayed by the strong minded Haviland Morris (MTC’s Aristocrats), who has come to help the two young dancers; Rose’s daughter Lucy, strongly played by Charlotte Bydwell (Irondale’s Paris!) and her cousin, May Smith, sweetly underplayed by Matilda Sakamoto (92nd St YMCA’s Interrobang), find the authenticity in the steps of some of Rose’s most iconic choreographic works that will be presented in a retrospective. Courtesy of the fine work by choreography consultant Gwyneth Jones (Dan Wagoner and Dancers from 1984-89) and dance coach Sara Rudner (Twyla Tharp’s The Catherine Wheel, Milos Foreman’s ‘Hair‘), The Michaels finds an added place for conflict. Even when the interaction drags, the piece tap dances the ideas forward and the extra adds to the ordinary.

The MichaelsWritten and Directed by Richard Nelson
Matilda Sakamoto, with Jay O. Sanders, Rita Wolf, and Haviland Morris. Photo by Joan Marcus.

The engagement of mother/daughter choreographer/dancer is at least a new addition to the repetoire of Nelson, and it breathes life into a structure that is losing its electricity, at least for me. “That’s a nice little dance“, and as a new part of Nelson’s critically acclaimed Rhinebeck Panorama unfolds, the structure of the meal, slowly and intricately being organized and made, step by step before our eyes, is in need of some invigoration. “Please be more confident than that“, Rose says to her daughter as she performs her old dance steps, giving meta-advice to what Nelson might need as well.  The new drama, placing the audience directly into the kitchen as dinner is cooked and eaten, amidst conversations about art, death, family, dance, politics, and the state of America, rarely transcends its source. There is true depth of character, blending humor with humanity. It is emotionally moving and thoughtful, with grace kindly folded into the mix with gentle patience. Its simple gestures and elegant acting doesn’t let us down. But what is needed is more of Rose’s snarl and fierceness, upsetting the commonplace and routine just enough so this play, a new addition to Nelson’s canon, doesn’t feel like an overly scheduled funeral, or a tedious 5 1/2 hour film centered on the mundane tasks of meal making and home care. Because that one, as described in The Michaels sounds like true torture. Luckily, this play isn’t either, even as it appears to embrace some similar constructs.

The MichaelsWritten and Directed by Richard Nelson
Brenda Wehle and Charlotte Bydwell in The Michaels, written and directed by Richard Nelson, at The Public Theater. Photo by Joan Marcus.

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My love for theater started when I first got involved in high school plays and children's theatre in London, Ontario, which led me—much to my mother’s chagrin—to study set design, directing, and arts administration at York University in Toronto. But rather than pursuing theater as a career (I did produce and design a wee bit), I became a self-proclaimed theater junkie and life-long supporter. I am not a writer by trade, but I hope to share my views and feelings about this amazing experience we are so lucky to be able to see here in NYC, and in my many trips to London, Enlgand, Chicago, Toronto, Washington, and beyond. Living in London, England from 1985 to 1986, NYC since 1994, and on my numerous theatrical obsessive trips to England, I've seen as much theater as I can possibly afford. I love seeing plays. I love seeing musicals. If I had to choose between a song or a dance, I'd always pick the song. Dance—especially ballet—is pretty and all, but it doesn’t excite me as, say, Sondheim lyrics. But that being said, the dancing in West Side Story is incredible! As it seems you all love a good list, here's two. FAVORITE MUSICALS (in no particular order): Sweeney Todd with Patti Lupone and Michael Cerveris in 2005. By far, my most favorite theatrical experience to date. Sunday in the Park with George with Jenna Russell (who made me sob hysterically each and every one of the three times I saw that production in England and here in NYC) in 2008 Spring Awakening with Jonathan Groff and Lea Michele in 2007 Hedwig and the Angry Inch (both off-Boadway in 1998 and on Broadway in 2014, with Neal Patrick Harris, but also with Michael C. Hall and John Cameron Mitchell, my first Hedwig and my far), Next To Normal with Alice Ripley (who I wish I had seen in Side Show) in 2009 FAVORITE PLAYS (that’s more difficult—there have been so many and they are all so different): Angels in American, both on Broadway and off Lettice and Lovage with Dame Maggie Smith and Margaret Tyzack in 1987 Who's Afraid of Virginai Woolf with Tracy Letts and Amy Morton in 2012 Almost everything by Alan Ayckbourn, but especially Woman in Mind with Julia McKenzie in 1986 And to round out the five, maybe Proof with Mary Louise Parker in 2000. But ask me on a different day, and I might give you a different list. These are only ten theatre moments that I will remember for years to come, until I don’t have a memory anymore. There are many more that I didn't or couldn't remember, and I hope a tremendous number more to come. Thanks for reading. And remember: read, like, share, retweet, enjoy. For more go to

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