By Carlos Suarez De Jesus
By Voice Media Group
By John Thomason
By Kat Bein
By Carlos Suarez De Jesus
By Daniel Reskin
By Monique Jones
By Monique Jones
Nothing brings theater to life like a little death. Let a doctor say someone has only a few months to live and you've got drama. In recent years some of the best productions have posted alarming mortality rates. Gay characters in particular have struggled through the final stages of AIDS in plays like Angels in America, Jeffrey, and Love! Valour! Compassion! Given the acclaim of these and other plays written at a time when a diagnosis of AIDS meant a death sentence, the notion of producing a drama about people battling cancer seems downright antiquated.
Back in 1977, several years before AIDS was even an issue, two such plays set in hospitals opened in New York within a week of each other. The most acclaimed, Michael Cristofer's The Shadow Box, won a Pulitzer Prize and a Tony Award for its story about three terminally ill patients and their families. The second, Cold Storage, by Ronald Ribman, ran for a month off-Broadway; a rewritten version then opened uptown. Martin Balsam starred in both incarnations and won an Obie and a New York Outer Critics Circle Award for his role as a fruit seller dying of throat cancer.
Twenty-one years later, the Broadway version of Cold Storage premieres in South Florida at the Hollywood Boulevard Theatre. Quite frankly, it wasn't worth the wait. Ribman throws together the terminal grocer and a man undergoing exploratory surgery in an atmosphere that should ripple with emotion. But the two cancer patients evade their anxieties with small talk about daily exercise routines and fruit inventories. When they do finally get personal, it's only to chase after the past in an irrelevant subplot that does nothing to reveal their feelings.
With the help of stone planters and some asphalt, Arnold Dolan's functional set neatly transforms the HBT's floor-level stage into the roof garden of Manhattan's Hope Memorial Hospital. Joseph Parmigian, an Armenian grocer (Arland Russell), spends most of his time in the garden, sitting alone in his wheelchair. A cantankerous old man, he discourages other patients from visiting the roof whenever he's there. When we first meet him, however, he's in the company of his former private-duty nurse Miss Madurga (sweetly played by Ivonne Pelaez) and her latest charge, Richard Landau (Joel Kolker), who has been wheeled into the garden for some fresh air.
The ailing Parmigian chases the Filipino nurse away with racial slurs, then complains that the hospital laundry has stretched his pajamas so much they no longer fit. It's a bit of information he feels his companion ought to know because Landau, who advises rich clients on fine-art investments for a living, has shown up for his cancer tests in burgundy silk pajamas and a stylish matching robe.
Soon Parmigian is wheedling Landau into conversation and belligerently voicing his opinions. Russell uses Parmigian's frequent tirades to express a dying man's desperation and anger. He is less effective in handling the scripted hints that could make Parmigian more interesting than annoying. Most of the time, the immigrant grocer flaunts his bigoted views about Jews and Puerto Ricans, but he also boasts that he's read all of Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene -- twice. In addition to his surprising reading habits, which are confirmed by his ex-nurse, Parmigian also shows his softer side: His insurance benefits have just run out and he worries that his wife of 30 years won't be able to cope with paying the bills after he's dead.
Part of Russell's problem is the play itself. Ribman follows Parmigian's moving confession by having the grocer half-heartedly attempt suicide by rolling his wheelchair to the edge of the roof. Staged for laughs, his bid to end it all comes out of nowhere and is just as quickly forgotten. On the other hand, Ribman's unwillingness to delve into his characters' psyches helps Kolker, who delivers a convincingly cold portrayal of the upper-crust Landau.
Sure that his exploratory tests will be over in time for him to return home and finish off the boiled meat in the refrigerator, Landau dismisses Parmigian's claim that no one in the cancer wing just pops in for a short stay. He's too cultured and repressed to show his disgust at Parmigian's attempts at conversation, so he parries him with brief, noncommittal answers.
As the two men verbally circle each other, director Joseph Adler has them incessantly roll their wheelchairs about the stage. At times Kolker even jumps in and out of his like a jack-in-the-box. (If this is the kind of dizzying workout patients get in a hospital, they'd be better off resting at home.) Adler also shifts the focus of the play by driving it toward a denouement that is less exciting than the action leading up to it.
Unable to accept impending death, the well-read Parmigian seizes on the discovery that Landau is Jewish. He immediately tries to pressure his companion into revealing some of the answers to life's mysteries found in the Jewish religious text the Kabbalah. Landau doesn't hold the key to the universe, but he does unlock his past by recalling buried memories of his childhood in Nazi Europe. Jolted by what he has remembered, he vows to find purpose in what little of his life remains.