Top billing for this show properly belongs to Joseph McKenna as the title character, but it instead goes to Robert Prosky as the Chief Rabbi of Prague, whose idea it is to conjure up a supernaturally powerful clay man (the Hebrew word "golem" literally means "shapeless matter") to be a "champion" for his community. It's 1580, not the best of times for Jews in Eastern Europe, and those in the Prague ghetto must contend with the viciously anti-Semitic Catholic priest Thaddeus (David Little). This fellow first appears in one of the opening scenes, gripping his Holy Staff like a cudgel, and has a sneering contest with the Rabbi. Thaddeus is about as villainous a villain as one could hope for; later, he slits a Jewish baby's throat in a temple.
Still, The Golem is no clear-cut tale of good versus evil. Though the Rabbi operates with a calm, I-know-what's-best-for-us smile, he is so obsessed with defending the Jews from Catholic persecution that he ignores all the repercussions, including the possibility that the Golem might do violence upon his own people. He even manages to dismiss the arrival of the Messiah: the Prince of Peace isn't as important as the violent work of the Golem.
Worst of all, the Rabbi ignores the Golem's feelings. Seriously. As given appropriately awkward life by McKenna, the Golem is--ironically, for a man made from clay and magic--the human heart of the show. Lumbering, bald, caked with gray-white makeup, McKenna never finds a moment of peace. He may be the champion of the Jews but the Jews are generally creeped out by him, from the Rabbi's wife and daughter (Lynn Cohen and Rosemary Garrison) to the collection of beggars who live in an abandoned tower on the outskirts of town. That tower is where the Golem ends up living and where his fateful confrontation with those nasty Catholics begins.
Overall, MET has done a fine job of recreating this Yiddish Theater classic, but it's not a particularly engrossing entertainment. For one thing, the story rambles a bit: The Golem arrives, then he chops wood for a while, then we see the Catholics plotting...and, look, there's the Messiah. The Rabbi yells at the Golem, then at the Messiah, and so on until one gets tired of waiting for events to coalesce. Though many of these scenes are full of interesting, poetic discourse and are given a sort of supernatural luminosity by Sacharow (with a major assist from lighting designer Michael Chybowski), we are not sure which story we are to be invested in; the adaptor and director seem unsure whether it is the Golem's tragedy that the play is about, or the community's.