Platt, Roger Berlind, Broadway Across America, Scott M. (Walter Kerr Theater 974 seats $135 top)Ī presentation by Scott Rudin, Stuart Thompson, Jon B. Which is why the most searing images in this monologue are the ones that she alone can see. And as for that myth that he rose from the dead after three days - well, let’s not examine that one too closely.Īs hard as Mary is on the players in this cruel drama, she’s even more unforgiving of her own role in it. He screamed and howled and moaned like a tortured animal. No, her son didn’t bear his excruciating ordeal in silence.
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The great miracles of her son’s career? “I want no more miracles,” she says, questioning the unnatural act of raising Lazarus from the dead and mocking the wedding in Cana for its excessive consumption.īut Mary directs the full force of her fury toward the crucifixion itself. Those blessed Apostles? “A band of misfits,” in Mary’s furious condemnation of these hot-headed young “fools and malcontents,” so carried away by the high drama of proclaiming their leader the “King of the Jews” and “ Son of God” that they deliver her son to his executioners. Mary is such an original character and Shaw such a master at the art of creative shock, that in the process of delivering her testimony, one traditional legend after another is smashed to bits. And once Mary brings herself to speak the word “crucified” - Shaw’s face a landscape of pain and grief - the images come flooding out. Remembering is one thing, but opening herself up to those memories is a treacherous business. “I remember everything,” she says ominously, in a tone of such misery that Shaw seems to be holding onto her sanity by a thread. Although it’s not always clear how some of these items relate to the subject at hand, it’s thrilling to watch Shaw throwing things around. Shaw first attacks the conflict on a physical level, prowling her modest house and slamming around the household props as if she were confined to a cage from which there’s no escape.
The tremendous tension within the monologue is Mary’s terrible conflict about returning to the past and re-living the excruciating pain of her memories. That’s exactly what Shaw’s soul-baring perf delivers - a mother whose grief at the loss of her child is singularly human, but also so timeless and universal, it seems to contain the rage, the fury and the suffering of every mother who ever lost a child. Warner honors the scribe’s intention with what appears to be her single piece of direction: play it human. Toibin, a literary heavyweight admired for his emotional depth and spare, elegant style, has said that he wrote this piece to give voice to “a woman’s anger, her power, her politics, her wit.” His intention was to restore to solid flesh and blood “a woman who was human and mortal” before she became a religious icon. Not until now, when she has finally been cornered by John the apostle, who wants her testimony for his Gospel. Generations of religious art may have led us to think we know her, but she actually has very little to say for herself in the Gospels. The premise of the play is that Mary is the silent woman of the New Testament.
As the mother of a son whose name she can’t bring herself to speak aloud, this Mary is no saint but a grieving mother who has clung to her sorrow for years, for decades, possibly for generations, down to the present day. The celestial blue cape is gone, as are the candles, the lilies and all trappings of religious veneration. Moments later, when Shaw appears in character - a tall, lean figure with burning eyes - Mary has been stripped off all those iconic symbols. Clad in Mary’s traditional blue cloak, she holds a single stalk of lilies to signify her purity and is encircled by lighted votive candles - a beloved but distant image of worship. Before the play begins, she has positioned Shaw inside a Plexiglas cube, sitting in a classic pose of the Blessed Virgin familiar from countless religious paintings and church statuary. Helmer Deborah Warner, a first-hand creative collaborator on this hugely imaginative work, succinctly conveys the point of it in a single powerful image. It’s safe to say you’ve never seen anything like it. And that’s before the house lights even go down on “The Testament of Mary.” The matchless Fiona Shaw commands the stage in this solo piece adapted by Irish scribe Colm Toibin from the 2012 novella he fashioned as an interior monologue delivered by Mary, the mother of the historical Christ and, in Christian legend, the Mother of God and the Queen of Heaven. Where to begin? Well, there’s a live vulture on stage, and an uprooted tree suspended in mid-air, and a pool of water that appears to be bottomless.
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