The current Broadway production of Eugene O'Neill's masterpiece Long Day's Journey into Night stars Vanessa Redgrave and Brian Dennehy as Mary and James Tyrone, and Philip Seymour Hoffman and Robert Sean Leonard as their sons Jamie and Edmund. I went because Vanessa Redgrave is one of the greatest English-speaking actresses of the last century, and I'd see her in just about anything. Plus, I know the play only from having read it and from having seen Sidney Lumet's 1962 movie version starring Katharine Hepburn, Ralph Richardson, Jason Robards, and Dean Stockwell, which is one of the least-known of great American movies. It seemed that this work, an orchestration of the discordancies of family life, could only gain from the intimacy of a live performance, and that turned out to be right.
Still, you shouldn't get too excited about this production, directed by Robert Falls, which is not especially inspired but does have the negative virtue of demonstrating how indestructible the text is. It shouldn't be. It has no plot, which means that O'Neill can't get at anything indirectly, through revelatory action. It takes place in a single day, not, however, some random day but one on which the family learns two devastating facts. What we know about the characters they say directly, which is in tension with the naturalism of O'Neill's intention, as is the fact that the family exchanges are emblematic--each character reveals all his or her flaws and the conversations inform us how all their failings are causally related. The only thing left to our imaginations is how they might interact with people outside their home.
That is to say the play is made up almost entirely of playwriting no-nos--the dialogue consists mostly of exposition of past events among characters already familiar with those events, and in one bad moment Edmund thanks his father for telling him about his, Tyrone, Sr.'s, childhood (a story it's hard to believe Edmund hasn't heard before since Jamie will shortly afterwards refer to it as "the old sob act") and Edmund actually says, "I'm glad you've told me this, Papa. I know you a lot better now." (Shouldn't that be "I feel I know you a lot better now" and shouldn't it be the audience's thought?) Worse, Jamie then explains to Edmund his own duplicitous motives, just like a villain in a melodrama. It's as if O'Neill gave up trying to write dialogue that revealed motives without stating them. Maybe he was exhausted. It wouldn't surprise me seeing how much he had accomplished by that point.








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