War is hell on some playwrights, but others, recognizing allegory when they see it, have crafted durable dramas that escape the yellowed-newspaper tint of time. When Great Britain, France and Israel attacked Egypt in 1956 in an effort to seize the Suez Canal, John Osborne suddenly saw the old imperial England self-destruct the same, Establishment-run country hed assailed that year in his landmark play, Look Back in Anger. Instead of joining the wrecking crew of leftwing opinion, however, he chose that moment to write a eulogy for empire not the colonial rule of Pax Britannia, but for the manners, self-sacrifice and common decency that had governed daily British life for so long. Most important, he chose not to editorialize about the specifics of the Suez debacle but to make one besotted English family a microcosm for the countrys defeats.The focus of The Entertainer, now revived at the NoHo London Music Hall, is the Rice family. Breadwinner Archie (Frank Collins) is the shabby, philandering emcee whose world of song, dance and double-entendre comedy has increasingly been usurped by strippers and rock and roll. His daughter, Jean (Vanessa Forster), returns to the family home following a crisis of faith brought on both by her participation in an anti-war protest and by a row with her boyfriend. Shes comforted by grandfather Billy (Jim Sanderson), a retired relic from British vaudevilles Edwardian heyday, and by her stepmother, an addled woman named Phoebe (Barbara Benner). Later, the group is joined by Jeans pacifist brother, Frank (Nicholas Veneroso). Osborne structures the play as a kitchen-sink drama interspersed with Archies spotlit, variety show appearances during which the depth of his cynicism becomes apparent. When Archie sings about looking out for good old number one, announces thank God Im normal or confesses that hes dead behind the eyes, hes describing the Britain Jimmy Porter railed against in Look Back in Anger. Meanwhile, an ominous backdrop emerges with news of the capture of Jeans soldier brother, Mick, by Egyptian troops. His fate, as well as that of Archies scheme to fund a new show, hovers uneasily above the Rice familys gin-fueled, elliptical conversations. Osborne saw in the vanishing British music hall, with its crumbling Empire Theaters, a political metaphor as potent as the Weimar cabaret. It would take Harold Pinter, a few years later, to crystalize the open warfare of a family homecoming, as well as to capture the English fondness for reminiscing and fear of foreigners. Still, The Entertainers charms stand up well today and the storys poignancy resonates today, thanks to the frightening similarity between Britains end-of-empire gamble in the Middle East then, and Americas hubris there half a century later. Needless to say, it requires a deeply committed and subtle theater company to bring out this parallel without clubbing its audiences on the head. Unfortunately, the NoHo London Music Hall is not the company for this job. Whether its the casts frequent lapse into British accents, the shows dithering blackouts or the program notes inexplicably setting the play in 1957 after the Suez conflict this evening never escapes a rumpus-room primitivism. Nor do the liberties the company has taken with the script work. Admittedly, my references to the play rely upon the published text that has all those extra characters that dont appear in this production, not to mention missing song lyrics and chunks of dialogue. Even, however, with the cuts that director Frank Collins has made, presumably with the permission of the Dramatic Publishing Company, his show doesnt feel streamlined. Quite the opposite. Its somewhat understandable why Collins as director would slightly reshuffle the scene order a bit so that, unlike the original play, his character appears before any of the others, but Im frankly mystified as to why tiny things, such as the number of drinks Jean says shes had on the train has changed (down from four to two), along with certain words (sweet replaced by chocolate). No doubt the companys budget dictated the restrained reach of its production, which has none of the elaborately symbolic gauzes Osborne called for. Instead, Collins has added two strippers (Heidi Appe and Chloe Lake) to the play, mostly to usher in scene changes and to keep Collins company during some of Archies routines. Collins, who is miked for this small venue, lacks the manic desperation youd expect and would hope to find in a human metaphor. The Entertainer displays Osbornes gifts as a eulogist, although there are some outbursts that foreshadow the hater he was to become. (Fourteen years later, Osbornes former champion, Kenneth Tynan, would write in his diary, He has become a friendless and mean-spirited man who feeds on hostility and only feels fully alive when he is hating or hated.) In Look Back in Anger there is a unexpected scene in which Osborne pays a reluctant but genuine tribute to the past, represented by the figure of Colonel Redfern. The playwrights infatuation with the Edwardian past, however, moves from an air kiss to a mash note in The Entertainer, as Billy continually rhapsodizes about his youth: We all had our own style, our own songs we were all English. Whats more, we spoke English. It was different. We all knew what the rules were. To be fair, Osborne wasnt alone in his fondness for the period just before World War I, and in this he joined the ranks of writers ranging from J.B. Priestly to George Orwell. Where Osbornes nostalgia trips him up is when Archie recalls hearing a black blues singer in an American nightclub. His memorable line about wishing to God I could feel like that old black bitch with her fat cheeks, and sing arent embarrassing for their racial content so much as their mawkish sentimentality.
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