Bubbly, frothy, witty, charming -- that’s what “gay”
used to mean, back in the days when Noel Coward was the gayest
playwright around, in both senses of the word. Along with Private
Lives and Blithe Spirit, Design for Living is
one of Coward’s best-known plays. Written in 1932, it has a
racy reputation as a high-spirited comedy about two men and a
woman who wind up in a menage a trois. You know, “divine
decadence, darling!”
What’s most intriguing
about the Broadway revival of Design for Living is that
director Joe Mantello casts aside the superficial ideas we
have about Coward’s work and grapples with the play itself,
which is more complicated and less bubbly, its characters more
disagreeable, than its reputation would lead us to believe.
Otto and Leo and Gilda are
old friends. Act one finds Gilda (Jennifer Ehle) sharing a
starving-artist garret in Paris with Otto, a painter (a
dyed-blond Alan Cumming). Falling into bed with Leo (Dominic
West) for the first time precipitates a breakup, and she moves
with him to London, where he’s a rising-star playwright. In
act two, Otto shows up in London -- dressed for success in a
red coat looking like Boy George -- where he and Gilda fall
back into bed together. Confused, Gilda runs off to America
with Ernest (John Cunningham), a middle-aged art dealer
who’s her confidante. Act three takes place in New York,
where Gilda has married Ernest and finally established a
career for herself as an interior decorator. Inevitably, Otto
and Leo show up on her doorstep -- excuse me, in her gleaming
chrome private elevator -- to remind her what rowdy joys exist
outside the world of social propriety. To Ernest’s fuming
disapproval, the three of them fall into an infantile
gigglefest as the curtain falls.
Mantello’s decision to play
this with more depth than an episode of Three’s Company
turns out to be a mixed blessing. On one hand, it makes for a
fresh attack on the play and keeps it grounded in a
recognizable reality. Although the idea of a bisexual love
triangle sounds pretty kicky, anyone who’s tried it knows
that it can be an arduous negotiation, emotionally and
psychologically, and this production doesn’t skip over the
bumps along the way. On the other hand, Coward wrote the play
as an entertainment for himself to perform with the famous
Broadway husband-and-wife team Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne,
and for all its talk about flouting social convention, it
doesn’t quite hold up as serious drama.
Cumming, who dazzled Broadway
two years ago as the MC in Cabaret, is delightful to watch,
though everything about him (especially his piercings) begs
the question of what period the play’s set in. West, a
British heartthrob making his Broadway debut, matches Cumming
in bravely making Otto and Leo more physical and more faggy
than they’ve probably ever been. Ehle, a wonderful actress
who won a Tony last year for The Real Thing, dwells so
heavily on Gilda’s brooding self-hatred and stifled
creativity that she seems to be playing Hedda Gabler. It
doesn’t really make sense, it’s not dramatically
satisfying, and the sexual chemistry with West and Cumming is
decidedly cool. But it’s definitely a different way of
looking at Noel Coward.
The Advocate, May 8, 2001
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