I Never Sang for My Father
An emotionally stiff interpretation of a rich study of a middle-aged man’s emotional dependency on his abusive elderly father.
Robert Anderson’s 1968 I Never Sang for My Father is a clear-eyed and ultimately deeply moving study of the relationship between a middle-aged son and his aged father, a relationship fraught with emotional landmines, kind of an inverse of A.R. Gurney’s lighthearted look at the same upper middle-class population.
Made into a fine film in 1970 with a cast that breathed life into the somewhat plodding rhythms of Anderson’s lines, I Never Sang for My Father displayed its hidden emotional treasures.
The current production directed by Richard Hoehler never quite achieves a similar revelation, partly due to casting and partly due to odd creative choices made by Hoehler and his artistic staff.
The spartan set (Hoehler/Michael Abrams), a series of black boxes that are constantly rearranged to signify—badly—an airport lounge, a restaurant, the Rotary clubhouse, the Garrison family suburban house, etc., works against the down-to-earth dialogue. Craig Lenti’s sound design and Michael Abrams’ lighting design help a bit, but the dreary stage picture is unfortunately matched by performances that rarely breathe life into Anderson’s adult drama.
The play begins with Gene Garrison (David Lee) picking up his slightly doddering father Tom (Michael S. Horowitz) and frail mother Margaret (Georgia Buchanan) returning from their Florida winter place to their home in Connecticut. Tom’s hail-fellow-well-met heartiness and his constant, inappropriate repetition of boring family anecdotes begin to grate on Gene.
Gene obviously loves his level-headed and charming mom, but she dies leaving him bereft and forced to deal head-on not only with his father but his sister Alice (Francesca Ferrara) who was thrown out of the house years back for marrying a Jew.
The trio of Alice, Tom and Gene head to a bleak confrontation over Tom’s future which leads to Alice giving up on both of them. Gene caves in. Despite his having a chance at a new life of his own, the widowed Gene tries to convince Tom to join him and his fiancée in California. Their subsequent battle puts a permanent rift in the father/son relationship and leads to what should have been a heartbreaking ending.
The trouble is Lee’s almost catatonic approach to Gene. He speaks in a toneless monotone and adapts a monolithic physical approach, his hands constantly held stiffly at his sides. When he does erupt in anger it registers as bizarre overacting rather than the culmination of a life of living under his father’s thumb. This leaves an emotional vacuum in the center of the play. Even when he delivers the poignant punch line—“Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship”—what should have been an emotional wallop becomes a whimper.
The other actors, including Ron Horton and Elizabeth Maille in a variety of side characters, try their best, but there is no obvious consistent approach to the play which probably reflects back on Hoehler’s direction.
Perhaps, as the run continues, the actors will go deeper into their roles, but they have too much working against them.
I Never Sang for My Father (September 5-22, 2019)
Chain Theatre, 312 West 36th Street, in Manhattan
For tickets, visit http://www.chaintheatre.org
Running time: two hours and 30 minutes including one intermission
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