Arthur Laurents is one of the gay elder statesmen of the
American theater. Legendary as book writer for two classic
Broadway musicals (*West Side Story* and *Gypsy*), he also
directed the musical version of *La Cage aux Folles* and wrote
the screenplays for *The Way We Were* and *The Turning Point*,
among others. His plays are less well-known. Lincoln Center
Theater is currently reviving his most famous drama, *The Time
of the Cuckoo*, which was adapted to the screen for the 1955
Katharine Hepburn movie *Summertime*.
The play centers on Leona
Samish, a 40-ish unmarried woman on holiday in Venice whose
quest for romance and adventure is thwarted less by language
barriers or cultural differences than by her own emotional
defenses. The story so smacks of ‘50s hokeyness, a time when
Europe represented free love to puritannical Americans (Leona
is *shocked* to discover that married people have affairs),
that it’s hard to tell why Lincoln Center deemed it worth
reviving. Perhaps it was to give a plum role to Debra Monk,
who is indeed wonderful. She manages to play Leona’s clunky
character traits -- her Midwestern bonhomie, her heavy
drinking, her sexual uptightness -- as a series of masks for
her fear of getting what she wants. Unfortunately, the
production’s a mixed bag. The usually impeccable director
Nicholas Martin miscast the charmless Olek Krupa as the
shopkeeper who courts Leona. The best and most timeless thing
about the play is its depiction of terminal pickiness as a
sure-fire recipe for chronic loneliness. Sound familiar,
anyone?
The Advocate, April 25, 2000
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