By Carlos Suarez De Jesus
By Ric Delgado
By John Thomason
By Benjy Caplan
By Artburst Miami
Forty years after his playwriting debut, Harold Pinter ranks in the top five of living drama scribes in at least two categories: most acclaimed and least understood. His works delight academics, who find existential metaphors for the Atomic Age in his characters' random actions and disjointed dialogue. Those very same surrealist puzzlers leave audiences scratching their heads and asking one another, "What in the world was that about?" Despite its brief 50 minutes, Pinter's 1984 single-act One for the Road manages to display some of the playwright's signature touches, but in the production now running at South Beach's Area Stage, conflicting acting styles and a lack of focus -- not the writing -- create the confusion.
A tape of Gregorian chants blares from the stage where Nicolas (Tomas Milian) is already sitting when the play begins. Dressed in black pants with a dark smock over his T-shirt and a black mask over his eyes, he's at one with set designer J.C. Rodriguez's unyielding wood and stone jailer's office, which re-creates one of Pinter's characteristically claustrophobic settings. Nicolas silences the heavenly music so he can continue his job governing this particular slice of Hell as an army interrogator for an unnamed totalitarian government.
Detained and tortured for a reason that is never revealed, Victor (Area Stage co-producer John Rodaz) painfully descends the stairs into Nicolas's office. Bloody and weak, he sits passively, resigned to the grilling that's about to begin. Calling his captive "chap" and amicably pouring himself numerous "one for the road" drinks from a decanter, Nicolas pursues a philosophical line of questioning, never soliciting any specific information nor physically abusing Victor. In Pinteresque fashion, indirect questions chase after withheld explanations; an inescapable dread builds in the room as Nicolas torments Victor with increasingly menacing observations.
"God speaks through me," Nicolas tells Victor, placing himself on the side of divine right before asking, "Are you a religious man? Which side do you think God is on?" Moments later, his fingers extended as if to gouge out Victor's downcast eyes, he announces, "I love death." Then he proceeds to distinguish, for his prisoner's benefit, the exhilarating difference between experiencing death and being responsible for it. In a quietly powerful performance by Rodaz, the impotent Victor refuses to join the conversation, showing no emotions until his silence breaks after taunts about his imprisoned wife and child. Having at last made Victor rise to the bait by repeatedly asking about his son's welfare, a gratified Nicolas chillingly avers, "I'll have a talk with him later and ask him."
Alone with the boy in the next scene, the calculating inquisitor is startled into recognizing the boy's humanity by the fact that they share a common first name; Nicolas quickly resumes his adversarial course, however, confronting Nicky (played by child actor Manny de la Fuente) about his attack on the soldiers who ransacked his family's home. More uncomfortable than scared, de la Fuente's Nicky treats his encounter like a trip to the principal's office.
His mother Gila (Beth Boone) is the first to fight back, in the play's third scene. The daughter of a man who had wielded substantial political power, she belligerently refuses to be cowed, even as Nicolas alludes to his government connections. Barely suppressing revulsion but looking her accuser in the eye, an unbroken Gila agilely tries to supply the answers that will end the physical and sexual abuse she has suffered in jail. In her visceral portrayal of Gila, Boone invests Pinter's nameless landscape with welcome emotional signposts: determination, courage, and resilience.
While Boone and Rodaz present credible political prisoners who inspire pity and outrage, Milian, with his shaved head and bloated performance, merely summons memories of Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now. A movie star himself, in Italy (Bertolucci's Luna, Visconti's Boccaccio '70, and a nineteen-film cop series), Milian knows how to dominate the stage, but he fails to use that strength to fortify his role. Injecting long pauses between his lines and never hinting at his character's emotions, Milian offers up a textbook Pinteresque performance, which would be great in another of the writer's plays but here dilutes the overall dramatic effect.
Atypically, One for the Road replaces the author's everyday settings with an inherently dramatic locale that, for once, automatically defines characters' relationships; also surprising for Pinter, the play provides clear motivation for its characters, as evidenced in Nicolas's religious fervor, name-dropping awe, and power-crazed blood lust.
One for the Road is Pinter only to a point: Unlike the mysterious henchmen who question then drag away the antihero in The Birthday Party (1958), Nicolas has a clear professional connection to his victims. Unlike the two gunmen who are terrorized into responding to a never-ending series of requests from an unknown entity in The Dumbwaiter (1959), Victor and Gila have a terrifying grasp of what they are up against. And unlike the wife who inexplicably chooses to become a prostitute for her husband's family in The Homecoming (1965), Gila's incarceration in the jail "brothel" has clearly been forced on her.
But director Maria Banda-Rodaz (cofounder of Area Stage with her husband John) can't see the script for the name on the title page, or she is similarly dazzled by the acting choices of her movie-star leading man. Whatever the case, the result is a detached dramatization that seems better suited as a re-enactment on one of television's real-life cop shows than as a compelling piece of theater. Perhaps real political prisoners ultimately discover through their ordeal what drives one human being to torture and kill another. For the rest of us, that remains an incomprehensible horror, and we turn from news reports to art to gain understanding.
One for the Road is unusually accessible Pinter. Given this anemic production, it is also dishearteningly irrelevant.
When it bowed in London in 1984, Harold Pinter's One for the Road was presented alone; ditto his 1996 one-act Ashes to Ashes. In September, Area Stage announced that audiences could see both One for the Road and Ashes to Ashes in the same evening. Then on the night of the first preview, local theater critics were sent a fax announcing that One for the Road would open alone, followed by solo performances of Ashes to Ashes a week later, after which time the two plays would be presented independently on alternating nights.
The change meant that Area Stage would likely receive two separate reviews in local newspapers, and that audiences would get half the theater for their money. At the time, Area producer and One for the Road director Maria Banda-Rodaz said the company was planning ticket discounts for anyone attending both plays, and that neither press coverage nor dollars entered into Area's decision to split the double bill. "The actors' emotional investment in the first show is tremendous," she explained, "and it's really hard for them to go from one play to the next."
Seven days later, when Ashes to Ashes was scheduled to begin, Area producer and actor John Rodaz called local critics, including myself, to say that the second play had been shelved indefinitely. "Unfortunately we have to postpone Ashes to Ashes to a future date because of a lack of funds," he noted. "Since they're two separate plays, we need two separate [Actors' Equity Association union] contracts. Therefore the actors get paid twice."
In a follow-up call, Rodaz pointed out that under the terms of Area's "Guest Artist" contract, Actors' Equity demanded that its two members in Ashes to Ashes (Rodaz himself and his One for the Road costar Beth Boone) be paid the $175 a week for each of the plays. That salary plus the theater's required weekly contribution of eight percent of each actor's salary to the union's pension and welfare fund amounted to more than $3000, a nearly 40 percent increase to the productions' original $8000 budget.
Speaking by phone from New York City, Actors' Equity's eastern regional director Carol Waaser offers another spin on the cancellation of Ashes to Ashes. "Doesn't Equity make a nice scapegoat?" she asks rhetorically. "Generally, a double bill that is both one-acts playing the same evening and set up as the equivalent of one single play would be considered one contract. We had a theater that actually did rotating repertory [on one contract], and we didn't love it a lot but we did it."
Specifically addressing Area's situation, she adds, "We received an application for one production [One for the Road] for four performances a week, and, as I hear it, [the contract application] was late. We need to have the correct information up-front to know how to handle a theater. We work with the producers when we have the facts. I feel we could have worked something out."
Contracts aside, both Rodaz and Boone admit that Ashes to Ashes was never even rehearsed (although the set was built and the sound recorded). "There is no malicious intent here," Rodaz insists. "We never sought any publicity for Ashes to Ashes. Ninety-nine percent of the [public's] response has been for One for the Road. Maybe one in twenty asks about the other play. We would probably have shaved off Ashes to Ashes to one show a week. If I could do it all over again," he reflects, "if we had announced just one play, all this supposed controversy that's been brewed up wouldn't have occurred. The audience doesn't care."
One for the Road.
Written by Harold Pinter; directed by Maria Banda-Rodaz; with Tomas Milian, John Rodaz, Beth Boone, and Manny de la Fuente. Through November 2. For more information call 673-8002 or see "Calendar Listings.