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- THEATER, Page 90Way Stations
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- By William A. Henry III
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- THE HEIDI CHRONICLES
- By Wendy Wasserstein
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- Where else would a baby boomer's memoir play begin but at
- a high school sock hop? The smartest girl in class sits alone,
- of course, equally terrified that no one will ask her to dance
- or that someone may. Where would the action predictably jump to
- next but a combined college mixer and "Clean for Gene" McCarthy
- rally? What way stations are then more obligatory than a
- protest, a consciousness-raising session, a TV talk show and a
- mistrustfully viewed "ladies' lunch"?
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- As a portrait of a generation, Wendy Wasserstein's new play
- is more documentary than drama, evoking fictionally all the
- right times and places but rarely attaining much thorny
- particularity about the people who inhabit them. The plot, such
- as it is, often seems like an unconscious cartoon of feminist
- dialectic. Two men stay close to the title character through the
- years: a pediatrician who is handsome, earnest, dedicated, kind,
- politically correct from a left-wing perspective and
- irreversibly gay, and a heterosexual who is grasping, impatient,
- domineering, shallow, as undependable as quicksilver and, for
- Heidi, sexually irresistible. This is the there-are-no-men
- lament reduced to a greeting card. The saving grace is Joan
- Allen in the title role. Winner of a Tony Award last year in
- Burn This, Allen becomes a strong contender to repeat with a
- performance that displays much the same virtues: an inviting
- vulnerability, an approach to romance simultaneously fragile
- and fearless, a wit at once acerbic and diffident. While
- Wasserstein (Isn't It Romantic?) has written mostly whiny and
- self-congratulatory cliches for the surrounding characters, she
- has given Heidi -- or Allen has found -- a complex, self-aware
- and poignant life.
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