A Moon for the Misbegotten
Kevin Spacey and Eve Best are stunning in Howard Davies' possibly Broadway-bound production of Eugene O'Neill's classic drama.
With this production, which reportedly may arrive on Broadway this spring, Spacey has achieved his ends. As directed by Howard Davies, this Moon is no more than acceptably workmanlike in the first half; but in the second half, it blossoms like an exotic flower growing unexpectedly on Bob Crowley's nearly barren set with its tilted shack and working water pump. Crowley has covered the severely raked stage with red earth for O'Neill's down-to-earth characters to tread, squat, and collapse upon.
The second-half sequence is the stunner in which Spacey's James Tyrone and Eve Best's Josie Hogan play on O'Neill's favorite theme: They strip the illusions they have about themselves in order to face the truths of their lives, no matter how devastating those truths are to bare and bear. Under a misbegotten moon, these two misbegotten figures have rarely a moment when they aren't dealing with several conflicting emotions. Tyrone, drinking to forget but not forgetting, has to confront the remorse he feels after his mother's death. Hogan, repeatedly boasting of her sluttish ways, juggles her love for him and her belief that he has just sold the Hogan farm from underneath her and her father, Phil (the adorable Colm Meaney).
Always smart about entrances, Spacey makes an arresting one here. He enters slowly, cocky but inebriated. His performance starts slowly as well, almost as if he, and perhaps Davies, are saving his psychic energy for the final scenes. Regardless, Spacey is breathtaking as he runs the gamut of complex emotions when complex emotional gamut-running is called for. As Jim reaches for Josie and almost instantly pushes her away, only to reach for her again, it's as if the now gravel-voiced, now imploring Spacey is simultaneously being fed uppers and downers. Seeing his graphic depiction of Tyrone's torment is like watching a man being eaten alive from the inside out.
Best, who's been building quite a reputation for herself the last few years, is anything but obvious casting for the earth mother Josie. Whereas the character harps on herself as "a big ugly hulk" and a "big ugly cow," Best is slim and shapely, even in Lynette Mauro's shapeless costumes. Granted, women often have off-kilter views of their physical appearance, but no one constructed along Best's lines could make Josie's claims without eventually being contradicted. But though Best is no earth mother, she transforms herself into a believable earth daughter, engaging Spacey with concomitant emotional honesty. Having appeared in Mourning Becomes Electra at the 2003 National Theatre revival, she continues to stake her claim as an O'Neill player of note.