“I may vomit!” From the charming first line he speaks
onstage in *The Man Who Came to Dinner*, Nathan Lane tears
into the role of Sheridan Whiteside like a meat-eater just
escaped from a vegetarian cult.
In George S. Kaufman and Moss
Hart’s 1939 classic American comedy, Whiteside is a famous
larger-than-life radio personality. His whistle-stop lecture
tour of the Midwest turns into a three-week incarceration in
the Ohio home of Mr. and Mrs. Stanley, on whose icy front
steps he breaks a leg. The setup allows Whiteside to hurl
nonstop high-speed invective at his hapless hosts and
caretakers while conducting his business of world-class
name-dropping and social intrigue from the living room of
their house.
When the play first opened,
audiences knew the real-life models for such characters as
Sheridan Whiteside (Alexander Wolcott), the composer-performer
Beverly Carlton (Noel Coward), and the Hollywood comedian
Banjo (Harpo Marx). Those references may elude us today --
does anyone under 40 have a clue who Kit Cornell was? -- but
we have our own intelligence, which includes enough gaydar to
pick up the scent of homosexuality. Lane’s Whiteside is
literally a bitch on wheels who has a soft spot in his heart
for paroled convicts and choir boys, and Byron Jennings plays
Beverly with a suave narcissism that speaks volumes. And in
the flashiest cameo, Lewis J. Stadlen’s Banjo turns a
reference to J. Edgar Hoover into a mincing-fag impersonation.
Such was gay pride, circa 1939.
Even for anyone who knows the
play from having done it in high school or from the famous
movie version starring Monty Wooley, this revival is fun for
days. Director Jerry Zaks reconfirms his mastery at
adrenalin-boosted comic staging. As usual he pulls fantastic
performances from every rank of his large cast.
The best thing about the
show, which will be broadcast live on TV October 7, is that it
both unleashes and contains every last ounce of Nathan
Lane’s prodigious comic shtick, especially his astonishing
vocal range. In the past he’s often been too hammy for my
tastes, but here he won me over. He’s the first stage star
of his generation to cross over to film and TV fame; his racy
patter with Rosie O’Donnell on this year’s Tony Awards
established him as one of TV’s gayest icons and loosest
cannons. But *Dinner* proves he’s still most at home playing
to the rafters in a big-time Broadway show.
The Advocate, October 10,
2000
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