“Each Man Must Have His Dignity”
Unless you’ve been living with that now-deceased robot on Mars, you probably know that
the late Harper Lee’s
Pulitzer Prize-winning 1960 novel, To Kill a Mockingbird,
about racism in a 1934 Alabama town, which may be even more widely known for
its 1962 movie
adaptation by Horton
Foote, is now a widely, if not universally, acclaimed Broadway play.
Although previous dramatizations exist, this one, by renowned TV writer Aaron Sorkin (The West Wing), billed as a “new play,” is
the first to reach the Great White Way, where it opened in mid-December. Titled by its traditional name on the program cover but as Harper Lee’s To Kill a
Mockingbird on the credits page, it has been breaking box office records. That, though, happened after considerable controversy stemming from two
federal law suits (amicably settled) concerning deviations from the
original taken by Sorkin’s script.
Jeff Daniels. Photo: Julieta Cervantes. |
Company of To Kill a Mockingbird. Photo: Julieta Cervantes. |
Over these past two months, Show-Score.com,
New York’s theatre review aggregator, has (as of today) provided excerpts from,
and links to 42 “critics’” reviews, along with brief assessments from 429 site
members, each with a numerical score attached. The aggregate score from the 42 critics
is 76, with the 79% designated as “positive” ranging from the rarely granted 100 (of which there are two) to 70; the 9%
considered “mixed” going from 65 to 55; and the 12% in the “negative” slot covering
40 to a shockingly low 15. The aggregate score from the members is 93% positive, 5% mixed, and
2% negative. My own score of 80 places me in the positive category.
Sorkin’s consistently engrossing, entertaining, and
enlightening play is a cinematically episodic treatment that centers on Tom Robinson's trial, in the fictional town of Maycomb, Alabama. It is almost immediately
introduced, after which what happened before and after are revealed through numerous flashbacks.
Gideon Glick, Will Pullen. Photo: Julieta Cervantes. |
This trio of constantly intruding narrators isn’t the best
of Sorkin’s innovations, especially since the kids are played by adult actors. While
it’s almost as easy to accept Keenan-Bolger’s overall-wearing, tomboyish Scout as
it was to buy adult Julie Harris’s 12-year-old Frankie in Member of
the Wedding, the device weakens with Pullen’s Jem and Glick’s Dill.
Pullen, a rising young actor who’s stood out in every role I’ve seen him tackle
Off Broadway, is simply too mature-looking and behaving, while Glick, playing a character Truman
Capote claimed to have been based on him, seems merely odd as a gangling boy
with manhood issues. Overall, the effect of having the children played by adults damages the story’s emphasis on the loss of childhood innocence.
Frederick Weller (foreground). Photo: Julieta Cervantes. |
There are other questionable performances as well, notably
Frederick Weller’s (Mothers and Sons) overacted Bob Ewell. I’ve often admired
Weller, but as the monstrously racist, n-word-spouting, white trash (as we’d say
today) father of the girl claiming to have been raped, his villainous theatrics
are reminiscent of someone from a 19th-century melodrama. Another usually fine actor, Stark Sands (Kinky Boots), as the
ferocious prosecutor Horace Gilmer, also tends toward excess.
LaTanya Richardson Jackson, Jeff Daniels. Photo: Julieta Cervantes. |
But the solid acting of others, such as the thoroughly
convincing Dakin Matthews as the fair-minded judge Taylor; the tragically sympathetic
Gbenga Akinnagbe as the falsely accused Tom Robinson; the believable Danny
McCarthy as the decent Sheriff Heck Tate; the shabbily sad Neal Huff as the so-called town drunk, Link Deas; the warmly maternal LaTanya Richardson Jackson as the socially
aware servant, Calpurnia; and the credibly frightened Erin Wilhelmi, as the victimized Mayella
Ewell, cover the few thespian flaws.
Erin Wilhelmi. Photo: Julieta Cervantes. |
Topping them all, of course, is the brilliant Jeff Daniels (Blackbird) as the wise, paternal, brave,
and noble Atticus, who undertakes the defense of a black laborer in an intensely
racist environment. One may want to take issue with his character’s refusal to
condemn evil for what it is, insisting that “each man must have his dignity,”
even Bob Ewell. It sounds dangerously close to Trump’s post-Charlottesville “some
very fine people on both sides” equivocation, but Daniels, who brings dignity and
intelligence to everything he says, can almost make you accept it. He’s not Gregory
Peck, who won an Academy Award for his screen portrayal, but he’s a new standard
against which other Atticus Finches will henceforth be judged.
As the over two and a half-hour production hurtles toward
its conclusion, the plot’s melodramatic occurrences begin to pile up. There’s
also a too-noticeable tendency to craft highly dramatic monologues for most of
the principals almost as if to satisfy each actor’s need for a standout moment. Regardless, what’s
sufficient to sustain the blazing business of Tom Robinson’s trial as a grippingly
dramatic tale begins to cool down once he’s been convicted, with what follows slipping
into anticlimactic territory as loose ends are tied up and a more or less happy
ending contrived around Bob Ewell’s death and the rather awkward appearance of “Boo”
Radley (Danny Wolohan).
Jeff Daniels, Gbenga Akinnagbe. Photo: Julieta Cervantes. |
In addition to the fourteen-member company, dressed in pitch-perfect
30s costumes by Ann Roth, are two always-visible musicians, an organist (Kimberly
Grigsby) down left and a guitarist (Allen Tedder) down right, accompanying the
action with an excellent original score by Adam Guettel.
Even with its drawbacks, Sher’s production gives theatregoers
willing to shell out up to $179 for an orchestra seat a satisfactory return for
their investment: a powerfully dramatic story, with emotional depth, comic
relief, potent performances led by a world-class star giving his best in an
iconic role, visual dynamics, directorial imagination, and social relevance. It’s
why, when the tag line, “All rise,” is spoken, nearly everyone does.
Shubert Theatre
225 W. 44th St., NYC
Through March 17