The Lonely Way
The question hovers above Schnitzler's grim opus long before it's expressed explicitly. The turn-of-the-century Vienna denizens inhabiting the play go out of their way to be unknowable -- literally. Almost all the eight focal characters -- there's a valet who does nothing more than introduce visitors -- talks about needing to take long walks alone or, better yet, long journeys. One of them even confesses to running out on his fiancée the night after he deflowered her, because he heard the call of the open road. As he admits his action, he's looking at a metal sculpture that set designer Vicki R. Davis has positioned upstage, an abstract representation of a beckoning thoroughfare.
Yes, solitary strolls through life are what Schnitzler refers to in his title, Der Einsame Weg, and Margret Schaefer and director Jonathan Bank have translated the phrase fairly enough. Indeed, these melancholy characters are such compulsive isolators that in the talky, anxious, frequently redundant text, they acquire a unique fascination. It's as if Schnitzler, having listened for 30 years to orchestras cranking out Johann Strauss's Tales From the Vienna Woods, thought, "You want tales from the Vienna Woods? I'll give you tales from the Vienna Woods. I'll tell you about the people walking singly and silently among those trees. I'll show you what's eating the determined amblers boiling with the kinds of neuroses that Sigmund Freud has been analyzing over there at 19 Berggasse."
To that end, the author trots out the Wegrat family. There's Professor Wegrat (George Morfogen), his dying wife Gabrielle (Sherry Skinker), his brooding-through-her-smiles daughter Johanna (Constance Tarbox), and his itching-to-go son Felix (Eric Alperin). They're regularly joined in their well-spoken doldrums by the pessimistic, doomed Stephan von Sala (Jordan Lage), the has-been artist Julian Fichtner (Ronald Guttman), the retired actress Irene Herms (Lisa Bostnar), and the preoccupied Dr. Franz Reumann (John Leonard Thompson). As they all wander into the Wegrats' garden, Fichtner's studio, or Sala's garden with its ominous reflecting pond, they connect and disconnect. Collectively, they attempt to straighten out their erstwhile or wished-for relationships with one another.
These flimsy links are tangled enough to cause many a mishap before final curtain. Fichtner, you see, impregnated Gabrielle with Felix before heading down freedom's highway; now, he wants his son to acknowledge him. Herms loved Fichtner and wanted his child. She's super-grieved to learn that he's got a son by another woman. Johanna pines for Sala but is distressed to learn she can't have him, for more reasons than one. Sala never expects much from life and wonders of dying, "at some time or other, in the depths of his soul, is there a decent man who thinks of anything else?" He's brought low when he finds out that his death is closer than he'd thought. The gloom that Schnitzler detects underneath all the giddy Viennese waltzers could have been ultimately numbing; but, for the most part, it isn't, because the playwright has created characters who are intelligent and emotional about their problems in equally persuasive parts. They even discuss their clashing plights with lyricism. You might get the urge to yell "Snap out of it!" at them, but you hold off because you want to hear them articulate their fears and passions just a little more.