Time Out New York Article, April 25, 2002
Morning's at Seven
By Paul
Osborn. Dir.Daniel Sullivan.
With Elizabeth Franz, Julie Hagerty,
Buck Henry,
Piper Laurie,
Christopher Lloyd, William Biff McQuire,
Estelle Parsons, Frances
Sterhagen, Stephen Tobolowsky
Lyceum Theatre (see Broadway)
Doggone it, elderly Midwesterners are nice folks, aren't they? By God, how could
you not like the sweet simpletons in Paul Osborn's affectionate 1938 character study
Morning's at Seven? They love pleasantries, almost never raise their voices
and have names like Homer, Ida and Esther. Witness Myrtle (Hagerty) and her potential
mother-in-law, Ida (Sternagen) discuss the virtues of the latter's backyard.
Myrtle: It's simply heavenly. I don't know when I've seen a more attractive backyard.
Ida: Yes, we're very fond of it.
Myrtles: Well I should think so. It's so nice
and wild, too. Like being in a forest.
Ida: I'm glad you like it.
Myrtle:
Well I certainly do. It's simply heavenly, that's all there is to it.
Ida: Well,
it's nice of you to say so.
Myrtle: Well, I mean it.
If you think this
sounds excruciatingly boring, well, that's the point. In this mileau, repeating platitudes
and meaningless compliments is the way one deals with awkwardness. When Thor (McGuire)
finds out that his neighbor Homer has knocked up Myrtle (hagerty), his endless string
of okey-dokey cliches (I counted ten uses of the word well) is almost Beckettian.
And nobody makes tedium more interesting than this all-star cast of character actors.
Everybody onstage looks vaguely familiar, giving the production of distant relatives
you haven't seen in years. Hagerty and Tobolowsky (the stewardess in Airplane
and the insurance salesman in Ground Hog Day, respectively) should both win
Tonys as the dimwitted couple Myrtle and Homer. Lloyd (Taxi), who plays Ida's
husband Carl, also finds laughs in the most unusual places with his usual stuttering
weirdo routine. And at the center of the comedy are four sisters, played by a lineup
of superior actors. Franz, a specialist at painted women (remember Robert Falls's
Death of a Salesman?), makes audiences cry once again; Sternagen (The Heiress
and Cliff Clavin's mom on Cheers) is a dingbat with a big heart; Lauie
(the mother in Carrie) is the smart one; and in the most deceptively difficult
part, Parsons (Blanche in Bonnie and Clyde) brings some real emotional
heft to a very mild character.
Osborn's comedy is that rare pice of theater that
treats seniors as real people, not just as grandparents. And it's great to see these
actors playing complex older folks who have their own insecurities, egos and sexual
urges. Sure, the play's theme is conventional, if not retrograde (the message seems
to be that women will find happiness only in marriage), but that's par for the course
on Broadway these days. What's really unique is that Daniel Sullivan's seamless staging
does a wonderful job poking fun at these provincials without patronizing them. As
Thor might say, Well, what do you know about that- Jason Zinoman
The
article is accompanied by a black and white photo of the four sisters including Piper
Laurie- FLOWER POWER- four midwester sisters dress for success in Seven.