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Home Field Advantage Doesn’t Hurt An Excellent “Doubt”

Michael Oaks and Therese Diekhans in Theatre9/12’s production of Doubt by John Patrick Shanley
(Photo: Michael Brunk/nwlens.com)

When John Patrick Shanley’s Doubt opened on Broadway in 2005, it felt politically charged. The title itself suggested a critique of the self-assurance that defined the era’s political leadership.

Beneath that title lay a story that played off contemporary fixation on pedophilia in the priesthood in the comforting context of the civil rights era. That comfort was all the more palpable as the release of the film adaptation came along — we had just elected our first black president and, some suggested, initiated a post-racial era.

Context still makes an impact on this play, and Theatre9/12’s production (through August 4) takes advantage of that to varying degrees of efficacy. More impressive, however, is that the play, and this production’s, powers are not so much dependent on context as enhanced by it. Were these fine actors to perform this excellent script before an audience in a void the impact would be as strong.

The script reaches back to Shanley’s roots growing up Catholic in the Bronx in the ’60s. It centers on Sister James (Kate Alden) a naïve young nun in love with teaching who finds herself caught up in a power struggle. The school principal, Sister Aloysius (Therese Diekhans), is certain that a beloved parish priest, Father Flynn (Michael Oaks) is a pedophile despite a complete lack of evidence. Aloysius asks James for that evidence so she may make her accusation.

James is left cowed and off-balance by this request. However she soon reports signs that raise questions about a meeting between Father Flynn and the school’s first black student, though they are far from proof of anything.

The politics are complicated. In addition to tangling with pedophilia and racism, Shanley also gets into issues of gender politics within and beyond the church. The women of the play work around the system, making hard choices to achieve their ends. The sisters do so in the face of the male-dominated church hierarchy. Mrs. Muller (Rachel Pate), mother of Father Flynn’s alleged victim, fights to protect her son from his abusive father and the racist and homophobic world beyond.

Theatre9/12’s production evokes the prevailing national politics suggested by the script with walls of alternating red and blue panels. While this actor-funded shoestring company’s sets are never a draw, this choice adds less to the production’s emotional and intellectual impact than, by its roughness, it subtracts. The best parts of the set derive from Theatre9/12’s location. The community hall of Trinity Parish Episcopal Church may be the ideal venue for this play. If not for the furnishings, this theatre’s house would feel more like the setting than the stage.

About two-thirds of the way through the evening, the material qualities of this production fade from view and the characters take over. Shanley makes it impossible for an impartial audience to come to any conclusion, while tying our sympathies to characters whose actions may be abhorrent. This creates a perfect kind of drama that feels completely authentic and complex. The conflict is as much within us as audience as it is between the characters on stage.

Of course such an achievement would be less likely without this cast’s excellent acting under the guidance of Charles Waxberg. There is no stand-out in this finely balanced ensemble. Though Oaks’s opening monologue/homily was rushed at a recent performance, he quickly settled into Father Flynn’s natural, yet fragile ease.

Oaks is the only actor who speaks with a Bronx accent and does so naturally. This emphasizes his connection to the laity, a relationship emphasized when Pate enters with the sound of the black migration north in her voice. These are characters who live in the world and not apart from it. Even these sisters, who live such fully cloistered lives, live them with such commitment that the environment of Doubt comes to us even when played on its home turf.

Intiman’s Dirty Story Veers From Savage Drama to Sketch Comedy

John Patrick Shanley’s Dirty Story (in repertory at Intiman’s Summer Festival through August 25; tickets: $30) makes for a bifurcated evening of intrigue, dressed up in play clothes, but too declarative for theatre. It’s nicely staged and equal parts fun and wearying.

Shanley is most famous for his Oscar winning screenplay for Moonstruck, but he is also the winner of nearly every applicable prize for his 2004 play Doubt: A Parable (later adapted for film). Here he gives us not a parable nor an urban fairy tale but an urban allegory of international politics. What may be most interesting about this play is the juxtaposition of allegory and symbol-laden drama. The allegory suffers in the comparison and much of the pleasure of the second act is in the hindsight of the first.

The first half of Dirty Story seduces us into a savage romance. Brutus (Shawn Law), a well-regarded poet, is emotionally volatile, narcissistic, fiercely devoted to his aesthetic and spiritual visions…and totally blocked. Wanda (Carol Roscoe) is an aspiring writer and admirer of Brutus’s work who has sent him her manuscript for feedback. Not surprisingly he savages the work but he is so taken by her determination that a second scene finds them having dinner at his downtown Manhattan loft.

Shanley keeps our hopes for this couple alive despite Brutus’s volatility until things take a sudden turn for the gothic, eliminating our trust in Brutus. A final twist ends the act and sets us up for the second half. It’s so disorienting that we are left anticipating fascinating revelations and further mysteries. This will prove false hope.

Jennifer’s Zeyl’s set dressings out-perform the built pieces. The folding chairs of the park scene and the rug of the fourth scene could make one covetous. The rest of the set tends to serve the play in a stripped-down utilitarian fashion

L. B. Morse’s lighting is at times subtle and elegant and other times cheap and dirty but always beautiful and the moveable gels on the spots in the house are rather inspired. Valerie Curtis-Newton’s direction finds the occasional stillness in the breakneck pace and makes the highly visible set changes so interesting they almost serve the script. Nonetheless even her detailed work can’t prevent the production from sliding into tepid sketch comedy in the second half.

The sheer demands of the roles make Shawn Law and Carol Roscoe’s performances impressive. Brutus dominates the line count in the first half while Roscoe is left listening, feeling her way to the moment for Wanda’s response and enduring tremendous physical and emotional feats. Through it all they remain committed, though there seemed to be some accent wavering in the early minutes of the performance I attended.

The same rapport that animates Quinn Franzen and Allen Fitzpatrick in their roles as Romeo and Friar Lawrence in Romeo & Juliet is in evidence here. Fitzpatrick is appealing as that bowler-wearing chess player and bartender, Watson. The lank Franzen (in full disclosure a friend of some years) mines the appeal out of the obnoxious cowboy, Frank, in a somewhat awkward fat suit. As a character Frank is about as natural as that fat suit and Franzen does admirably in finding a soul in the symbol.

Dirty Story is an extraordinarily clear demonstration that when it comes to getting across an idea theatrically less is more. We the audience need to do some work to stay interested in a performance. When the meaning is too clearly spelled out we tend to check out. Yet, that first half of Dirty Story is definitely worth checking out. It’s even worth sitting through the second half if only to see the first half with new eyes.