Mr & Mrs Fitch
All in all this was a little disappointing as a theatrical experience. The premise was interesting, the cast was very promising but somehow it fizzled but did not burst into flame.
There were certainly some amusing lines in the dialogue but they were somewhat submerged by the breakneck pace in which the lines were spoken. Some of the bon mots were lost in the follow-up lines. It seemed to me that the timing was a bit off which, with such experienced actors who certainly resonated together, must be a fault of the direction rather than of them. Some of the lines needed to hang in the air for a split second to allow the audience to relish them rather than for the play to gallop on over them hell bent on reaching the next one.
It was equally surprising then that the end seemed tame in the extreme and we were left with a bit of a deflated feeling. This was not that we did not get some enjoyment out of the evening but that our expectations of such a talented playwright, such excellent actors who put lots of effort into everything, and a great set were just unfulfilled.
Reviewed by MACNBOB on Sunday, Mar 14th, 2010
See it for the performances
Mr. & Mrs. Fitch at the Second Stage
Theatre is a rollicking good time and should be treated as such. John
Lithgow and Jenifer Ehle, in the title roles are directed by Scott Ellis
to absolute symphonic perfection. They are utterly delicious to watch
on an astounding set by Allen Moyer. This new play by Douglas Carter
Beane Little Doug Laughed is going to be an audience favorite despite
its deep flaws. The dialogue is witty and faced paced and at times
quite clever. No critique, mine or others changes that fact. But oh,
the flaws.
Mr. & Mrs. Fitch live in a 2,000 square foot duplex loft in a desirable
section of Manhattan. Presumably they do so on Mr. Fitchs salary as a
gossip columnist. The play takes place today; twitter, blogging and
prominent MacBooks confirm this fact. Yet, the costumes are out of a
Noel Coward play. They are gorgeous, but as incongruent as the scathing
epitaphs Mr. Fitch hurls at Mrs. Fitch, seemingly out of the blue. This
appears to be an homage to Albees Virginia Woolf, but they are just
disturbing coming from the mouth of an otherwise pleasing fellow. This
fellow, we are told, prefers men, yet Mrs. Fitch makes scathing
witticisms about bisexuals bi now, gay later and not to offend her
husband. Mr. Fitchs boss, presumably a newspaper editor, calls him in
the middle of the night and leaves the most outrageous message on his
answering machine. It is difficult to believe that someone in the news
business would be so obtuse as to leave a permanent record of berating
homosexual slurs slung at an employee.
Mr. Fitch has a novel within him and disdain for his day job. Mr. &
Mrs. Fitch go to parties with people they hate and scurry back home to
type out a column in five minutes. The plot, as it were, then centers
around the fact that they create a celebrity, a la A Face in the Crowd.
Why they do this and what they hope to gain from it, is not entirely
clear, but it makes for interesting comments.
We discover that Mrs. Fitch, the more fast paced witty raconteur, is
from New Jersey and attended public school. Apparently, this is code
for "wrong side of the tracks." There are moments when this word smith
is turned into Judy Holliday in Born Yesterday. She attributes fine
chocolates, watches and neutrality to the Swedes, and makes obvious
errors about Edgar Lee Masters. Whats even more appalling, is the
scene written for laughs in which she uses the Joy of Cooking to
figure out how to crack an egg, and must find the printed instructions
for the stove? Who IS this woman? She was raised in New Jersey,
clearly not with a silver spoon, does not work, has no household help
we know this because there is clutter in the house but can not crack
an egg? Werent we subjected to this display in Adams Rib?
The incongruity spills into the dialogue too as Mr. Beane seems
uncomfortable trusting the audience. He is most comfortable with witty
reparte or turns of phrase, and most uncomfortable putting voice to
intellectualism. There are clumsy redundant explanatory lines such as
"He was with his excruciatingly young Nabokovian lover" that are cringe
inducing. There is a rather desperate Sarah Palin joke as well why not
stamp an expiration date on the play?
Both acts are interrupted by travel monologues, first she, then he.
They move nothing in the story, and bring the real strength of the play
their tennis match of words to a screeching halt. The set, though
ravishing and a decorators dream of balance and color, left a few
questions in my mind. Would the Fitchs who have nothing but disdain for
the common, really have Wally Lamb books? Would there be a copy of the
Yiddish Policemens Union on the table? I found the fact that I had the
same books and ideas as the Fitchs mildly disconcerting. Mr. Beane
should have tried harder to align the characters he was creating with
what he knew to be true.
Reviewed by Brenda_1054748 on Wednesday, Feb 17th, 2010