Saturday, August 15, 2020

284. THE KARL MARX PLAY. From my (unpublished) ENCYCLOPEDIA OF THE NEW YORK STAGE, 1970-1975

 

Louie Piday, Linda Mulrean, Linda Swenson, Deborah Loomis, Katherine Helmond, Lizabeth Pritchett, Zenobia Conkerite, Ralph Carter.

THE KARL MARX PLAY [Comedy/Biographical/Economics/Family/Period/Politics] A: Rochelle Owens; D: Mel Shapiro; S: Karl Eigsti; L: Roger Morgan; M: Galt McDermott; P: American Place Theatre; T: American Place Theatre (OB); 3/16/73-4/14/73 (32)

An unconventional burlesque treatment of Karl Marx (Leonard Jackson) as a poverty-stricken family man in mid-19th-century London, where he suffers from boils and the inability to get started on Das Kapital.

Among those attempting to break his writer’s block is the 20th-century Black folksinger Leadbelly (Norman Matlock), who appears anachronistically to sing ballads composed by Galt McDermott, composer of Hair. Leadbelly is a sort of Everyman character from the future who acts as a goad in the process of historical inevitability. Marx’s money problems are also much present, and the writer’s wife, Jenny (Katherine Helmond), hopes that the unwritten opus will one day make the family rich. Marx finally decides to sit on his painful boils and get on with the tome that will change history.

The Karl Marx Play was written a a broad, free-style comic mélange of theatrical devices, including direct address, an onstage five-woman chamber orchestra that also acted as Marx’s daughters, present-day language, and musical interpolations. Its somewhat outlandish staging featured a Black actor as Marx and an Asian one (Randy [Randall Duk] Kim) as Frederick Engel. It incorporated a nicely designed symbolic setting, part of which consisted of plaster figures “that presumably represent the waiting, laboring classes,” according to Clive Barnes.

The critics weren’t notably impressed, other than to commend Owens’s ambition. "Much of the fooling turns foolish,” wrote Edith Oliver, “and the ardor tiresome.” Barnes thought the show “predictable,” and Walter Kerr was bored by its endless “randomness.” Martin Gottfried, however, believed it to be Owens’s best play, citing its comic insights, sensitive understanding of Marx, and technical accomplishments. Most agreed about the excellence of the décor, music, and performances.