On Golden Pond
But let's be fair here. Uggams took on the role of Ethel, loving wife to Jones's Norman Thayer, less than a week before the first preview performance when Diahann Carroll left the production (reportedly, due to a back injury). So Uggams and Jones did not have much time to make the couple's back-story come alive. Despite a bit of tentativeness with a few lines early in the first act, trouper Uggams managed to turn in a polished performance. It's quite possible that these two accomplished performers will be able to create that indefinable magic as the short run continues; any future for this production probably depends on that as much as it does on the marquee value of the stars' names.
The challenge for any actors who take on this play is that Thompson crams a lot of material into it. There's the physical and mental deterioration of the 80-year-old former professor Norman and how he deals with it, the reaction of Ethel and her coping with an uncertain future, the semi-estrangement between Norman and his 42-year-old daughter Chelsea, the battle of wills between Norman and Chelsea's latest love interest, and the sense of renewal that occurs in the cottage when a 13-year-old boy is left in the Thayers' care for the summer. As Thompson has written the play, each issue is introduced and briefly considered, and then everyone moves on.
Directed here by Leonard Foglia (Master Class), the cast briskly moves through each scene as if checking off a list. They rarely slow down to savor the play's quiet moments of deep love, estrangement, bewilderment, and fear. Two-time Tony Award winner, Academy Award nominee and Kennedy Center Honoree James Earl Jones comes to the stage of the Eisenhower Theater with a deep reservoir of goodwill that helps fill in some of the psychological space that he left blank opening night. We already like Jones before he utters his first words. But Norman Thayer is a sarcastic, irascible curmudgeon who enjoys needling everyone within sight; he's not always likeable. Jones relies primarily on his famous, stentorian basso profundo delivery to create the character, which works well in the lighter scenes but not when something more nuanced is required. This is especially evident when Norman finds that he doesn't recognize the once-familiar territory around the cottage and retreats in shame and horror to the comforting arms of Ethel. The usually moving scene is rushed and oddly flat here; Jones's depiction of Norman's dread of the loss of his faculties seems hollow.