Photo by Craig Schwartz
"People will talk," observes Mrs. Candor in The School for Scandal, a comment that states both the obvious and sublime. For there is talk and there is talk conversation and ideas on the one hand, gossip and scandal on the other. Like many satirists, the Restoration playwright Richard Brinsley Sheridan knew that people of all classes love to hear and circulate rumors, yet propriety and self-image make them publicly denounce such activity. But Sheridan understood something more theater audiences love to see such gossips ensnared in their own self-delusions. His 1777 comedy, which might well have been titled Georgian Confidential, masterfully captures the timeless endeavor of balancing slander and self-deception. Now running at the Mark Taper Forum, director Brian Bedfords production shows why the play will be with us as long as there is scandal.
At the center of a black widows web of intrigue sits Lady Sneerwell (Carolyn Seymour), a dart-tongued manipulator who schemes to wreck the romance between young Maria (Devon Sorvari) and Charles Surface (Kevin ODonnell). Her accomplices are Charles brother, Joseph (Don Reilly), and a forger of love letters named Snake (Scott Parkinson). While Joseph is motivated by his own desire for Maria, Lady S. is animated by the sheer malevolent joy of slander lunch with her is a tea-and-antipathy affair in which only present company is excluded from her backstabbing disdain. She and Joseph have no shortage of backs to work with: Charles is a pirate-shirted carouser without a sixpence to his name; Marias guardians, Peter and Lady Teazle (Bedford and Kate Fry), look down upon Charles as a wastrel and favor Joseph who, in fact, is a selfish layabout.
The Teazles have their own problems: Sir Peter is an elderly if sincere squire, while mlady is a young country coquette bedazzled by Londons shops the kind of free-spending wife for whom science would later invent the charge card. There are other characters: Some help roll the plot forward, some do nothing but model outlandish outfits and utter the plays most outrageous lines made all the funnier because their speakers mistakenly believe themselves to be wits. Im referring, of course, to Sir Benjamin Backbite (Parkinson) and his uncle, Crabtree (Edward Hibbert), the mincing, painfully effete fops who make The School for Scandal memorable not for its great epigrams but for the characters who deliver what they believe are great epigrams.
Josephs reputation, however, is not far behind Backbites and in the play is celebrated for his "sentiments" insincere, proto-Wildean aphorisms that dont exactly click. In fact, it is Scandals despicably honest, dully upright citizens who have some of the best lines. When Mrs. Candor (Marianne Muellerliele) rushes to "defend" a cousin from the lashings of Backbite and Crabtree with a gush of her customary and deadly faint praise, Sir Peter cuts her off: "When I tell you, Mrs. Candor, that the lady they are abusing is a particular friend of mine, I hope youll not take her part." Likewise, it is the virtuous Maria who claims that "Wit loses its respect with me when I see it in company with malice."
The play burns along like a gunpowder trail leading to a keg (in this case, the famous "screen scene" with the Teazles and Joseph), showering sparks, along the way, upon hypocrites, blowhards and the pompous. While honesty is rewarded and knaves and rakes spanked by plays end, Scandal remains a ceremony of vain manners and affectation rather than a lesson in choosing right from wrong or even of intricate plotting. Sheridans witty repartee and nearly amoral storyline helped turn the British theater into one big drawing room and prepared the ground for an ongoing critique of superficiality by superficial plays, from The Importance of Being Ernest to What the Butler Saw morally hollow comedies whose puns and double entendres merrily attacked the social assumptions of their day.
Bedfords production, though encouraging its ensemble to ham things up a bit, is a very serviceable operation: Karl Fredrik Lundebergs Masterpiece Theatre score, to say nothing of Catherine Zubers lavish costumes and Gerald Altenburgs towering hair and wig designs, lead us straight to the perfumed décolletage of genteel, late-18th-century London. Ann Curtis airy set and scenic design, adapted by Edward E. Haynes Jr., is surprisingly roomy for its mannered period, leaving the space to be cluttered less by upholstered furniture than the overstuffed egos of the storys characters. Parkinson and Hibberts Backbite and Crabtree are vertiginously precious and, had their characters any more stage time, would have chewed the scenery down to the Tapers subflooring. Their moment of "truth" comes when they try to outdo each other in embellishing details of a scandalous scene at which neither was present. Giving them a run for their money is Muellerliele as the irrepressibly vile Mrs. Candor, whose every compliment coats a poison pill.
Bedford, fortunately, balances their energy with Seymours cool, steely performance as Lady Sneerwell, and his own quietly befuddled turn as Sir Peter. Likewise, Reillys Joseph is the epitome of moneyed indolence and appropriately keeps his preening ambitions close to the vest instead of wearing them on his sleeve. And, in a show whose secondary figures represent a bestiary of "types," Parkinsons Snake is almost affectionately feral without being over the top.
The productions script seems a little streamlined, though some of the trimming may have been done as much for political correctness as for conversational velocity. For, while Crabtrees swipe at Charles "synagogue" friends provoked a ripple of gasps among the Taper audience, its preceding, similarly flavored lines have been cut. For that matter, the moneylender Moses has been Anglicized to Moseley (Ted Barton). But why? There has been, I thought, a recent trend toward shaking off all attempts at airbrushing out the social prejudices of our literary ancestors. This is a wise and overdue development show Shylock as Shakespeare envisioned him, not as we would wish the Bard to have portrayed him. Audiences will not suddenly start lynching Jews, nor will they go out and burn Shakespeares plays. But then, I suppose we live in the kind of insulated, chokingly polite society that is every bit as hypocritical as was Sir Backbites.
With or without Sheridans own prejudices, Bedfords Scandal, which was first produced at Canadas 1999 Stratford Festival, will still resonate with modern audiences, even if it lacks the spark and spunk of A Noise Withins 1950s retrofit of 10 years ago, a production that presented a sort of L Age Dior of fashion and sensual surfaces. The plain fact is that today Americans eat and breathe scandal, as surely as if wed grown up next to Lady Sneerwells writing desk. The transformation of old scandal sheets like The National Enquirer into semi-respectable news sources, the celebrity-obsessed TV programs that pass for news, and the public mania to see movie stars and politicians trip on their on their own shoelaces have made scandal an industry more than a pastime.
If The School for Scandal was a mirror for Sheridans debauched age, today it might serve as a practical manual in character assassination. Only two generations ago we elected a president admired for his wartime heroics on a PT boat; this year another candidates similar exploit was effectively used to trash him. Perhaps Sheridans play should force us to question our neurotic desire to see others fail, as well as our willingness to grow fat on rumor and innuendo. Its one thing that people will talk, its more alarming that theyll listen.
THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL | By RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN At the MARK TAPER FORUM, 135 N. Grand Ave., downtown | Through January 23 | (213) 628-2772
Get the ICYMI: Today's Top Stories Newsletter Our daily newsletter delivers quick clicks to keep you in the know
Catch up on the day's news and stay informed with our daily digest of the most popular news, music, food and arts stories in Los Angeles, delivered to your inbox Monday through Friday.