The Glass Menagerie
Judith Ivey delivers a fierce and earthy portrayal of Amanda Wingfield in Gordon Edelstein's sometimes problematic remiagining of Tennessee Williams' classic play.
Instead of an edgy Tom Wingfield who lurks at the periphery of his remembered past in self-imposed exile, we get an earnest young man (Patch Darragh) looking as dull and industrious as a traveling salesman. The room he now resides in, though dispiritingly brown-on-brown, is huge. Even after his mother, Amanda (Ivey) and sister Laura (the concomitantly fragile Keira Keeley) materialize from behind a wallpaper scrim to impose their presence, the spacious set -- designed by Michael Yeargan -- works at cross purposes with the cramped, desperate household that Williams so brilliantly summoned. It's almost as if Edelstein were intent on reinserting the barriers that Williams inventively erased.
Edelstein also doesn't deliver a standard Amanda. In Ivey's fierce yet earthy portrayal, you see more of her enterprising side and a lot less of the neurasthenic Southern aristocrat manqué who would eventually resurface as Blanche. She's thoroughly can-do, hustling ladies' magazine subscriptions over the phone and burning with a determination to get her children -- whose defects she fully acknowledges -- safely launched outside nest. No matter how hard she strives to put a positive spin on their situation, you can see the gritty realism that keeps her on the march.
Ivey's portrayal finds a resonant match in Josh Charles's "gentleman caller" Jim O'Connor. Decked out in a three-piece suit -- Martin Pakledinaz's costuming is actually a bit much for a shoe warehouse clerk -- he's a man on the make in the Dale Carnegie mode, every bit the up-and-comer Amanda envisioned. Charles endows Jim with an extra measure of empathy as well: in a scene of heart-breaking intimacy (magically lit by Jennifer Tipton in a convincing simulacrum of mere candlelight), he seems not just an obtuse self-improvement buff but possibly something of a kindred soul. When he advises her Laura that all she needs is somebody to build her confidence up, the irony -- she's got Amanda doggedly doing just that -- is all but unbearable.