Review: THE PHILADELPHIA STORY Bides Its Time Before Detonating

One of the wonderful things about Philip Barry's THE PHILADELPHIA STORY is that, yes, it really is about class distinctions and peculiarities, but the playwright remains ambivalent and tolerant of them all. Beneath their upper or lower crust exteriors, all of these Philadelphians - young and old - are recognizably human. You rarely see so many fully-fleshed characters onstage in the course of a single evening. I wouldn't be terribly surprised to see a premier professional company repeatedly reviving this witty, effervescent comedy, but it's absolutely astounding that Theatre Charlotte, our community theatre, has revived PHILADELPHIA STORY twice in the new millennium, now and back in 2000.

Both productions showed the pitfalls. The cast needs to be nine deep, alert to the amount of polish and roughness Barry expects of them, and aware of the energies and pacing required at each point of Barry's intricate plot. The story revolves around "virgin goddess" socialite Tracy Lord - as you might expect, since Katharine Hepburn, the original Tra on Broadway and on celluloid, matched the 25% investment that the playwright plowed into the original production. Tracy is sensibly engaged to the cold and ambitious George Kittredge, impetuously divorced from the dapper C.K. Dexter Haven, and estranged from her father, whose indiscretions have brought the Lords unwanted publicity.

While Tracy is resolving these relationships, her brother is focused on suppressing a magazine exposé that will be published about their wayward father, dangling the prospect of exclusive access to the wedding as an enticing alternative for the publisher. The reporter and the photographer assigned to the Kittredge-Lord nuptials, Mike Conner and Liz Imbrie, bring another level of complications to the scene. She's been secretly carrying a torch for him for years, but when spirits rise and champagne flows on the night before the wedding, Mike finds that he has fallen - hard - for Tracy, a prelude to their both enjoying an illicit, drunken midnight dip together in the Lords' swimming pool.

While Barry is at work on how the wedding, the magazine story, and multiple alienated affections - past and present - will ultimately resolve, director Tonya Bludsworth and her cast must deal with all of the reactions and repercussions along the way. Making all of this bubbly complexity even harder for Bludsworth and Theatre Charlotte to achieve is the relative lack of enthusiasm for the project. Turnout for auditions was likely as tepid as audience turnout. Compared with opening night for Peter and the Starcatcher in September, there were conspicuously more empty seats at the back of the house - and a bit less confidence onstage.

Ten of the 14 cast members are new to Theatre Charlotte, including most of the key characters. We started off strong back in 2000 with a Tracy who had the look, the patrician manner, and sometimes even the sound of Hepburn, but that newcomer's imperial highness never became sufficiently ruffled when the plot thickened. In Bella Belitto, we have another newcomer as Tracy, and on opening night, her serene highness was conspicuously lacking in the early going and - like others onstage - she was often underpowered and inaudible.

Without that serene aura and grace, the splintering of Tracy's goddess élan isn't as poignant as it should be in Belitto's account of her re-education. Yet when she's assailed by complications, catastrophes, and intensifying adoration, she faces it all very convincingly, her spirits and energies rising. Waking up on the climactic morning after, her decibel level also crescendos spontaneously. We feel that she is learning her lesson and actually benefiting from the indiscretions that brought on her fall - and that the lesson runs deep to her core. Her epiphany detonated effectively for me.

A lot of that depends on Nick de la Canal radiating a rakish upper-crust urbanity as Dexter with enough of that crust trimmed away to make room for tolerance and forgiveness - the two key qualities Tracy needs to acquire. De la Canal's insouciance also contrasts nicely with the stuffiness that Will Millwood brings to George Kittredge. Barry doesn't completely hide his disdain for George's commercial outsider status, so Millwood makes a prudent choice in stressing his judgmental bent.

Dexter also comes off finer than Mike Conner, but by a significantly smaller margin. Here the nuanced class distinctions are no less telling. Christopher Long reminds us that Mike starts out fairly judgmental himself before Tracy bewitches him, but we indulge his pre-judgments more readily in the same spirit that we're inclined to forgive his boyish, impulsive trespasses. Our best verdict on him vis-à-vis George is much like Barry's: he's more deserving, in spite of his depressed finances, of being called a gentleman.

What gives THE PHILADELPHIA STORY its screwball slant is that everybody up onstage and down in the audience seems to know who the best fit for Tracy is - except for the goddess herself. This includes her mischievous younger sister, Dinah, who attempts some telephone matchmaking. Helena Dreyer makes little sis pesky and likable in the right proportions. She'll be an utter triumph once she makes herself consistently intelligible.

Tracy's mom isn't the most pivotal role here, though Margaret does point the way for her daughter in forgiving her husband's infidelity. What makes Heather Place's debut so auspicious as Margaret Lord is her clear bubbly delivery and her effortless projection of warmth and class, richly portending her reconciliation with the dashing, slightly over-the-hill Seth Lord. Victor Sayegh is mildly and earnestly supplicating toward Margaret and his disapproving daughter, as befits a Philadelphia patriarch, another cue for Tracy to accept people's imperfections, including her own.

Sayegh and Place draw two of Chelsea Retalic's most stylish costume designs in evoking high society elegance, but it's an uphill battle to project prosperity amid Josh Webb's drab and dour set design. Two Ionian columns fail to provide uplift, and there's no longer a visible hint of the swimming pool in the wings. Portraying the eccentric Uncle Willie in a delightful debut, Dan Kirsch gets my nod as the plutocrat most at home in this down-market mansion, lovable for all his pomposity.

Fresh from his crossdressing exploits in Starcatcher, Johnny Hohenstein is mostly responsible, as Tracy's scheming brother Sandy, for the PR intrigue that lurks beneath the romantic comedy. Good luck following - or caring about - all the Act 2 twists in that sector of the plot. For that reason, Anna Royal as Liz turns out to be more important for me. Ultimately, she's modeling the patience, forbearance, and forgiveness toward Mike that Tra should have toward Dex. Royal gives Liz just enough edge to update her and elevate above the cliché she must have been in 1939 when THE PHILADELPHIA STORY first hit Broadway.

Here she isn't just a working-class woman who knows her place, meekly deserving Tracy's discards. Wielding her Contax camera, she's Mike's professional partner, biding her time for a natural upgrade.