BWW Review: People Messing With Other People Keep THE LUCKIEST PEOPLE Lively
"Grow old along with me, The best is yet to be," Rabbi Ben Ezra famously says in a Robert Browning poem, but tragic heroes King Lear and Willy Loman would probably have sided with my mom. She keeps telling me: "Young is better." At Hadley Theatre, tucked away on the Queens University campus, playwright Meridith Friedman significantly compounds the controversy in THE LUCKIEST PEOPLE. In this Actor's Theatre of Charlotte production directed by Sidney Horton, Friedman's charming comedy-drama revolves around Oscar Hoffman, who is stranded by the death of his beloved wife, Dorothy, in a California assisted-living community, deeply lonely with myriad aches, pains, and complaints.
Most of these complaints, some fairly hilarious, are poured into his son Richard's ears - plus the insinuation that he was responsible for letting his mom die. Oscar's other child, Laura, has managed to distance herself from the fray, living in Shanghai and delaying her arrival until the funeral because she couldn't stand to face her mom during her final hours.
So yes, Friedman sometimes seems to hint that caring for your parents as they journey toward their final transition might be at least as agonizing as experiencing it. That impression, however, is undercut by another perspective.
Layered onto all the love-hate friction between Oscar and his children is Richard's relationship with his partner David. Richard and David are close to adopting a son when Oscar, ignorant of these plans, decides that the time has come for him to leave his place and move in with his son.
One transitioning child is enough for Richard and David to handle in their household, but David watches as Richard uses his father's needs - and the possibility of his moving in - as excuses to drag his feet on the adoption. Although he himself becomes the target of Oscar's testiness, David also sees that Richard is more than a little hypertense in dealing with Dad's needs, complaints, and accusations. Oscar and Richard were born and raised as New York Jews while David is a comparatively mellow California Christian, apparently unacquainted with weaponized guilt.
Because Laura must return to Shanghai, Friedman compresses the bulk of her action into just a few days. That's long enough for David - and us - to get the notion that Richard and Laura aren't suffering so much because their dad is really tormenting them. They're suffering because neither of them is really a grownup. Maybe Richard isn't ready for parenthood after all.
Leaning over to that point of view can happen if we forget what a handful Oscar can be. Or we can catch ourselves laying the blame on Oscar for his children's stunted growth. It's complicated. Fully drawn dramatic families usually are.
Clearly reveling in the height of the Hadley, where Actor's Theatre has recently inked a deal to be Queens U's resident theatre for the next five years, executive director Chip Decker has put on his scenic designer hat and built two adjoining rooms at different levels. One of them is Oscar's modest living room and the other, tellingly larger, is Robert's kitchen. Of course there's room for everybody!
Horton has a great sense for how Friedman's comedy and drama should mix and how the Hoffman family's humor and anger should suddenly erupt - and there's a pretty wonderful cast at his command. In this rolling world premiere, Dennis Delamar gets the chance to reprise and further develop his Oscar, a role he originated in staged readings at the NuVoices Festival of 2016. Stooped over, stubborn, selfish, whip smart, and half blind, he is a thorny person to deal with. He's still holding a grudge over transplanting from Great Neck, New York, to sunny California; yet late in life, Delamar shows us very naturally that Oscar still has possibilities for personal growth.
On the other hand, we might resist the notion that the perpetually tentative or exasperated Richard will ever loosen up, for until the final scene, in a nuanced performance seething with hidden fire, Tim Ross keeps him looking stressed or depressed. Some of that anger even carries over from his scenes with his father and his lover to his scattered tête-à-têtes with his wayward sister. Huddled with little Laura, Ross makes sure we also see an older, wiser brother, with glints of maturity, responsibility, and an aptitude for parenting.
Eventually, both Oscar and Richard emerge as our protagonists. When that happens, we're likely to realize that Laura and David have both been part of the alchemy. Susan Stein makes an auspicious Charlotte debut as Laura, obviously the loosey-goosey sib from the moment she first enters. Laura is the one who has taken all the leaps into matrimony, motherhood, and now infidelity that Richard is wary of, and Stein makes her self-justifying zingers nearly as memorable as those Oscar aims at his caregivers and over-the-hill neighbors.
All of Friedman's illuminating edifice probably wouldn't have collapsed if she had made David a little less perfect, but Scott A. Miller, one of our best, finds a way to texturize him. Mostly, we empathize with David because we see how hurt he is by Oscar's slights and Richard's failures to commit, smiling weakly yet persevering with firm resolve. He also has a tête-à-tête or two with Laura, but you can count on Miller to make these more relaxed, conspiratorial, and gossipy.
My only disappointment on opening night was the size of the crowd. The place on Radcliffe Avenue can be a little difficult to find the first time out, but a show this warm and rich is definitely worth the trouble. These are, as the relevant song says, "people who need people," and you'll likely never see Delamar or Ross in better form than at the Hadley in THE LUCKIEST PEOPLE.
Photos by Carrie Cranford