“Performances in ‘Beggars’ are rich” - Chicago Tribune
May 30, 2008 in General, News, Reviews
“I have language at my disposal,” says a teenage version of playwright John Patrick Shanley in 1991’s “Beggars In the House of Plenty.” Considering he would go on to win an Oscar for his “Moonstruck” screenplay and a Pulitzer for his drama, “Doubt,” that would be an understatement, no?
Corralling his thoughts and words the way a cowboy lassos a calf, Shanley’s best work captures a sense of place and personality, a skill he turned on himself in this autobiographical and seriously surrealist look back at his childhood in the Bronx. An experiment in form, this emotionally messy and intriguing Mary-Arrchie production (directed by Kevin Christopher Fox) offers up a palpable sense of what life was like within the thundering walls of the Shanley home.
A Baby Boomer from a working class Irish Catholic family, he was the youngest in a household of mismatched allegiances and careless insults. The dialogue is plain-spoken subtext—an alternate universe where everyone talks with the knowledge of hindsight. The comedy is bruising, and the symbolism overt.”I’m the center of everything!” his sister announces on her wedding day, only to disappear from his life thereafter. Pop works in a slaughterhouse, forever clutching a weapon—a meat cleaver, a shotgun, a pipe from the boiler room. “I will never approve of you,” he says. “May ya never die until I kill ya.” From older brother Joey: “If you’re ever disrespectful to Ma and Pa, I’ll kill ya.” And: “I love beer. That’s the one thing I’ll always have. Cold beer.”
Sometimes the navel-gazing is a bit much, but the performances here are worth seeing, particularly Daniel Behrendt as Joey, a swaggering, unpredictable force who is charming and dicey and ultimately crushed by forces that Shanley (Carlo Lorenzo Garcia, tender and rough around the edges) was better equipped to escape. Mary Jo Bolduc plays Ma, and she has just the right flat accent and abrasiveness.
She also has the best line. A lonely, pyro, klepto, lying Shanley would like nothing more than some metaphorical mother’s milk. She informs him: “I gave you formula.” Ouch, in all the right ways.
Nina Metz, Chicago Tribune
Source: http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/arts/chi-fringe-0530may30,0,4807175.story






