Naturally I walked into the theater with expectation of being royally regaled. I was not disappointed. However I was completely taken off guard by the force of emotion that railed through me during the second performance. The PR blurb states "In George is Dead, Elaine May explores the hilarity of death" and that is what I expected.
But that's not what I got.
Marlo Thomas (a hero of mine from days of That Girl and Free to be You and Me) doesn't disappoint as the incredibly spoiled socialite and suddenly widowed Doreen. But the real star is Lisa Emery who plays Carla Kerns, a frazzled woman desperately trying to make everyone happy - all to her own detriment.
The story is doled out slowly, delicately, and then, shocking in its revelation of how these characters are related. It is not at all about the "hilarity of death" and I wonder how or why Elaine May allowed those words to describe her work.
In fact, George Is Dead isn't about death at all. It IS about a middle aged woman's desperate, and ultimately fruitless, quest for maternal approval. Her crusade is so encompassing that it destroys her marriage, career and self confidence. The failures are hers.
I sobbed after that play. Couldn't catch my breath. People stared. I didn't care.
What does that say about me?
You have the capacity to look beyond the surface and seek deeper meanings. Did you perhaps slip into the shoes of Carla? Paralleling her life with yours?
ReplyDeleteI AM Carla.
DeleteI AM Carla.
Deleteno doubt that's who you believe you are, but I and I'm sure others see you as a charming wonderful mother who has confidently taken life by the reigns!
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