Austerity, grandeur absent
Two main characters in Samuel Beckett's Endgame, Hamm (Ed Swidey) and Clov (Doug Greene), are stuck together in a room. The world outside seems to be over - the sun no longer rises and sets, the ocean's tides no longer ebb and flow. Except for an alarming flea and a rat, life seems to be over.
Hamm is blind and crippled, stuck in a wheelchair. Clov, who may be his son, is certainly his servant; he is well on his way to being blind and crippled, but hasn't gotten there yet.
Hamm's parents, Nagg (J. Center) and Nell (Ann Gundersheimer) are legless and stuffed into trash cans in the text, but in this production, they're in a washing machine and dryer. (Why they speak with German accents beats me. The play's comedy is not served by this bizarre addition.)
Under Lane Savadove's direction, the actors play their roles as caricatures. Greene's Clov is a plump, petulant goof. Swidey's Hamm is not only megalomaniacal and self-aggrandizing, but his performance also distracts from the matter (we spend much of the time looking at his protruding tongue). In a play so much about language, the actors occasionally mispronounce words they obviously don't understand (bowed, stancher) and do not do justice to the rigorous grandeur of the text.
Beckett's stage directions begin with "Bare interior. Grey light." Just as the performances seem immoderate in this austere play, so does the set (designed by Dan Soule). The stage is crammed with junk: TV sets, busted lamps, sports pennants, sets of encyclopedias, old Christmas decorations, and lots of dirt. The lighting design (Matt Sharp), in turn, emphasizes the ugliness of the world without the ascetic grayness.
Endgame is always fascinating, and this is an intriguing production worth seeing, but the liberties it takes seem to miss the essence of this classic.
Endgame
EgoPo Classic Theater at
St. Stephen's Theater, 10th & Ludlow Streets, through Nov.15. Tickets $15-35. Information: 1-800-595-4849 or www.egopo.org.




