Wednesday, January 13, 2021

439. ROSEBLOOM. From my (unpublished) ENCYCLOPEDIA OF THE NEW YORK STAGE, 1970-1975

Regina Baff, Sylvia Miles, Ron Rifkin.
ROSEBLOOM [Comedy-Drama/Family/Jews] A: Harvey Perr; D: Jered Barclay; S: Merrill Sindler; C: Ann Roth; L: Thomas Skelton; P: Harlan Keiman and Peter Goldfarb; T: Eastside Playhouse (OB); 1/5/72-1/23/72 (23)

Rosebloom was originally staged at Los Angeles’s Mark Taper Forum, where it won the Los Angeles Drama Critics Circle Award. The New York critics, however, were seriously unimpressed. The nearly plotless play presents a psychologically impaired middle-class Jewish family—a preening, neurotic woman in her mid-40s named Sylvie (Sylvia Miles); her mentally and physically challenged son, Mark (Ron Rifkin), confined to a wheelchair; and the son’s pot-smoking, screwball wife, Enola Gay (Regina Baff), named for the plane that dropped the A-bomb on Hiroshima. They talkatively await and then greet the arrival of Rosebloom (Harold Gary), the family patriarch who is returning home from a 26-year prison term for murder.

Much of the play is written in dense, literary, pause-filled, undramatic, drifting language, combining inner monologues with actual dialogue. The style suggested Edward Albee to most reviewers, but some saw traces of Pinter, Joyce, Pirandello, and Capote. Fantasy and fact, dialogue and asides, flashes of violence, frequent profanity, and bitterness and sarcasm, were principal ingredients in this heavily symbolic work.

Favorable comments were scattered in the coverage of Clive Barnes (“a strangely original play”), Walter Kerr (“much of this is intelligently, persuasively, written”); and Douglas Watt (“a chilling comic tour de force as jumpy as a Schoenberg quartet”). Still, Barnes thought it “too ornate,” Kerr said it was directionless, and Watt felt author Harvey Perr “outsmarted himself.”

Among the more acid-tipped words were those of John Simon, who detected a latent homosexual theme in the writing, which he wished the playwright could have dealt with more honestly. His verdict was that Rosebloom was “the most repulsively pretentious piece of pseudo-art of the year.”

Jered Barclay’s staging and the four player ensemble were generally praised, Jack Kroll, for example, referring to the production as “an evening of sharp, gutsy New York acting.”