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- <title>
- Feb. 08, 1993: Reviews:Theater
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Feb. 08, 1993 Cyberpunk
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS
- THEATER, Page 72
- Attention Must Be Paid
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>By RICHARD CORLISS
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>TITLE: THE LAST YANKEE</l>
- <l>AUTHOR: Arthur Miller</l>
- <l>WHERE: Off-Broadway</l>
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- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: The subject is neurosis, but this chamber
- play from an old master gives cause for celebration.
- </p>
- <p> Theater is, at heart, just people in a big room trying to
- talk--the characters with one another, the playwright with
- the audience.
- </p>
- <p> Arthur Miller has been at it, listening and talking, for
- a half-century; the author of Death of a Salesman knows the
- stage's limits by now. In his poignant new play, The Last
- Yankee, he takes as his subject things the theater has a hard
- time showing: the outdoors on a glorious New England morning,
- and the inside of a woman's complicated mind. And he has
- stripped his story--of a man visiting his wife, who has been
- hospitalized for depression--down to its chassis, to certain
- private conversations in two scenes of one act. Then he refines
- it further. This one-hour drama is not traditional drama at all,
- because the characters have already changed before we meet them.
- And it is less a dialogue than a monologue. In the wonderful
- character of Patricia Hamilton, we hear a troubled soul having
- a chat with itself.
- </p>
- <p> Patricia (radiant Frances Conroy) seems more manic than
- depressive today. She has gone without her medication for three
- weeks, and is ready, maybe, to go home to her husband Leroy
- (stalwart John Heard) and their seven kids. Patricia wants
- Leroy, a carpenter who is descended from Alexander Hamilton, to
- be more successful and less complacent. And she seeks release
- from the ghosts of her golden youth. But wry or wistful, she
- speaks with the reckless lucidity of someone liberated from
- drugs and intoxicated by the impending peril of real life.
- "Sooner or later you just have to stand up and say, `I'm normal,
- I made it,' " she says. "But it's like standing on top of a
- stairs, and there's no stairs."
- </p>
- <p> Leroy built the stairs. But even this dogged optimist, who
- says he is "only a dumb swamp Yankee," can see that his wife's
- "eyes are full of disappointment." Yes, in him--a reproach
- tempered by Patricia's realization that he has stayed, through
- 20 years of her illness, because he remembers her as she was and
- could be again. Now he wants her to live for something more than
- gratitude: "You just have to love this world."
- </p>
- <p> In John Tillinger's intimate, immaculate staging, The Last
- Yankee plays like a last contrition--with a bit of sermon
- thrown in. Miller has been in the pulpit so long that he can't
- completely shake the preacher's jeremiad cadences from his
- voice, even when he wants to whisper. When Leroy says, "Maybe
- I am a failure, but in my opinion no more than the rest of this
- country," his private anguish is being overrun by Miller's
- political agenda, like a radio sonata interrupted by a campaign
- commercial.
- </p>
- <p> Still, no one can blame Miller for being himself--not
- when he lets a spirit as rich and individual as Patricia's
- think out loud in a big room. And not when he has refined his
- best artistic tendencies. Mature artists often simplify,
- discard the old frills, decide what's important. Miller is 77
- now; he has nothing to prove but much to tell, in a few words.
- The Last Yankee qualifies as prime old-man's art. It is just a
- sketch, really--some lines that reveal the contours of a soul.
- In his final days, Matisse did work like this.
- </p>
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- </article>
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