The Tale of the Allergist's Wife
A bowel-centric Jewish geriatric named Frieda isn't the focus of Allergist's Wife(though she gets her share of laughs). The play belongs to Marjorie, and the show belongs to Linda Lavin. On the surface, Marjorie has it good: She's married to a doctor (played by the terrifically poker-faced Tony Roberts), her $900,000 co-op is handsomely furnished, she has a stunning collection of cashmere, and her mother doesn't live with her (she lives down the block). But a near-psychotic episode in the Disney store -- or was it "a political statement against the Disney corporation"? -- reveals Marjorie's instability, and not even a wedge of Entenmann's can help her now.
Marjorie is as depressed as all the philosophers she's constantly quoting; as complex as the Herman Hesse world she's obsessed with. How can her successful but down-to-earth husband -- who walks the streets in a velour track suit and a fanny pack -- possibly appreciate her intricacies? So when a glamorous, globetrotting childhood friend Lee (Michele Lee) re-enters her life in an only-in-New-York moment, it appears that Marjorie's existential prayers have been answered.
Speaking of laughs, let's talk about Lavin. She gets them all. Busch wrote this role for her, and let's hope there are more to come. (It's a pairing along the lines of Terrence McNally and Nathan Lane.) You haven't seen anything until you've seen Linda Lavin trying to bury herself, head first, in a chair-and-a-half. Her face gets so red she matches the furniture. It is, as the MasterCard commercials say, priceless.
As Lee, the wonderfully preserved Michele Lee isn't quite as dead-on, but she does her job and more. She's certainly glamorous, especially in Chinese-patterned silk and a purple demi-bra, but she lacks the mystery and killer instinct her character requires. Still, she and Lavin face off well, and Roberts plays off both ladies like a pro. As the foul-mouthed, feces-minded Frieda -- a.k.a. Marjorie's hellion of a mother -- Shirl Bernheim is fine, but her comic timing isn't on the level of the others. What's needed is Estelle Getty from The Golden Girls, or Nancy Marchand from The Sopranos. Bernheim just can't land all those great lines.