9. A
LOSS OF ROSES
There seems to be a strong
temptation by producers and theatre companies looking for material to reclaim
failed plays from the past and give them another chance. One may wonder why
junk like the infamous MOOSE MURDERS would hold such an attraction, but when
the playwright is a major figure, like William Inge, it’s quite easy to
appreciate the impulse to revive plays like NATURAL AFFECTION, done Off
Broadway last year, or A LOSS OF ROSES, now onstage at St. Clements Theatre. Surely, the thinking must go, a playwright so
celebrated could not be responsible for such a flop. The cause, dear Brutus,
must have lain in the stars, or the direction, or a union strike, or, as Inge
himself believed was the case with A LOSS OF ROSES, the changes he was forced
to make when readying the script for production. Sometimes, as in last season’s
revivals of Van Druten’s LONDON WALL at the Mint or Priestley’s CORNELIUS at
59E59, the results make the effort worthwhile, but more often than not, as with
the Inge plays, the revivals are as unsuccessful as the originals, perhaps more
so.

Ben Kahre, Jean Lichty. Photo: Michael Portantiere.
Inge complained in the preface to
the script's published version that production pressures forced him to
revise the play against his will, for which he blamed its failure (it ran for
little more than two dozen performances). Although he incorporated in the
published script some of the more useful changes, he otherwise reverted to his
original, particularly the play’s ending, which shifts the focus from
Kenny’s decision to leave his mother and get a job elsewhere to Lila’s
departure for well-paying but shameful work under Ricky’s management. The Peccadillo
production is of this published script, but the play remains predictable and dreary.
With its vulnerable, mentally unstable, romantically doomed, and suicidal
heroine; its love-hate relationship between a lusty young stud and an attractive older
woman; its Oedipal mother-son conflict, and so on (including the brief presence
of a flamboyantly gay man), the characters and situations are too clearly
reminiscent of Inge’s contemporary superior, Tennessee Williams. Williams's THE GLASS MENAGERIE, in fact, inspired Inge to become a playwright.
Harry Feiner, who did the sets,
lighting, and projection design, has abandoned walls in his depiction of the
Baird homestead, opting for a simple layout of kitchen furniture at stage
right, living room couch (“davenport”) and so forth at center, and raised
platform up left for the bedroom. Stage left is the front lawn area, and the
space immediately upstage of the house also is out of doors. Dominating the set
is a painted backdrop of the local town that, under Mr. Feiner’s lighting, changes
color atmospherically any number of times; otherwise, however, the lighting is
often dismally dark on the actors’ faces, sometimes making it impossible to see
them clearly, especially in the upstage scenes. Marianne Custer’s costumes give a general sense of 1933. The doyen of wigmakers, Paul Huntley, did the ladies’ wigs, but
Ms. Lichty’s is too untidy.
Inge had had a series of major
hits in the 1950s, including such still revived plays as PICNIC, THE DARK AT
THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, BUS STOP, and COME BACK, LITTLE SHEBA, but the decades
to come proved unkind, beginning with A LOSS OF ROSES. Brooks Atkinson, the New York Times’s chief critic, wrote the
following after Inge killed himself in 1973. “Although the environment of ‘A
Loss of Roses’ was familiar, the play was dull. The problems and dilemmas of
the characters did not matter. It was as if Mr. Inge had lost his gift of
seeing living truths in obscure places. For all practical purposes, his career
was over.” Sadly, seeing it now, well over half a century after it appeared, confirms Atkinson’s
unhappy impression.