Cherry Jones is one of today’s few great performers (and the
only out lesbian) whose stardom derives from her work on
Broadway rather than in movies or TV. The current revival of
Eugene O’Neill’s *A Moon for the Misbegotten* was produced
specifically to showcase her in one of the prime roles for
women in 20th century American drama. The play, O’Neill’s
last, is essentially a portrait of his brother in the guise of
James Tyrone, Jr., a dissolute actor who’s drinking himself
to death (played by the Irish actor Gabriel Byrne). Josie
Hogan is an earthy big-bone gal whose father (an excellent
performance by Roy Dotrice) farms land owned by Tyrone. She
prides herself on being “the scandal of the neighborhood”
for sleeping with all the guys, and her job in the play is to
offer redemption to Tyrone, who in turn unmasks the innocent
virgin who lives underneath Josie’s bluff exterior.
The play is stolidly
old-fashioned in its psychology, running on rigid gender roles
and classic Catholic body-hatred. And yet, in this honestly
acted production, it has a powerfully haunting impact. The
long scene in which Tyrone lies in Josie’s arms and
confesses his worst sin -- that he missed his mother’s
funeral because he was holed up drunk with a floozy -- becomes
a stirring act of sexual healing.
Jones is good if a little
squeaky-clean as Josie. What’s fascinating about the
production is the added nuance that her lesbianism brings to
the character. Maybe it’s that she doesn’t seem destroyed
but rather liberated to have her secret aired. In any case,
when the script exposes Josie’s slutty past as empty
boasting, it’s possible for us to recognize her counterfeit
heterosexuality as the protective camouflage by which a rural
lesbian learns to survive and thrive -- an unprecedented
interpetation of this classic American play.
The Advocate, May 9, 2000
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