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Mar. 29, 1993: Theater:Plucked from Potter's Field
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
Mar. 29, 1993 Yeltsin's Last Stand
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
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REVIEWS, Page 59
THEATER
Plucked from Potter's Field
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<p>By WILLIAM A. HENRY III
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<l>TITLE: Antigone In New York</l>
<l>AUTHOR: Janusz Glowacki</l>
<l>WHERE: Arena Stage, Washington</l>
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<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: A Polish emigre wittily blends a classic
theme with contemporary insight into immigrants and the
homeless.
</p>
<p> Life in communist Eastern Europe may have been
hypocritical at best and brutal at worst, but it made its
contribution to art. The ritual and melodrama of public
existence, the need to express defiance in code, shaped a
generation of visually imaginative, verbally polemic and
metaphorically minded playwrights and directors. Many of them
have enriched the U.S. stage as visitors or immigrants. None is
funnier or a shrewder observer of his adopted homeland than
Janusz Glowacki, a Pole whose 1987 Hunting Cockroaches
poignantly and hilariously evoked the dilemma of the emigre
artist--unable to interest audiences in stories about life
back home and unable to trust his insights about the strange new
world he inhabits now.
</p>
<p> Glowacki proves just as witty, and far more acerbic, in a
new play about two immigrants for whom the promised land has
failed: a manic Polish thief (Richard Bauer) and a depressive
Russian drunk (Ralph Cosham) who are among the homeless living
in New York City's Tompkins Square Park. Set during an era of
police raids against the squatters in 1989, Antigone in New York
takes its title from the Greek myth of a woman who defied
political authority to give a fallen relative proper burial.
</p>
<p> The slender plot centers on the two men's attempts to
retrieve a fallen comrade destined for potter's field so they
can inter him behind the bench they call home. The Antigone
figure is the dead man's lover, a deranged Puerto Rican (Sheila
Tousey) who believes the shoulder pads of garments accumulate
bad luck. Authority is personified by a fat, jolly black
policeman (Jeffery Thompson) whose monologues gradually become
more callous and sinister. The play owes at least as much to
Beckett's Waiting for Godot as it does to Sophocles, and it can
be thoroughly enjoyed without knowledge of either.
</p>
<p> The Russian is the sharper and better educated of
Glowacki's two tramps, but his learning has made him cynical and
morose. Linking a favorite painting to memories of living next
door to a KGB interrogation facility, he says, "My father
thought that in the 16th century Bosch had predicted our
apartment in Leningrad, because he used music to drown out the
screaming of the condemned." The manic Pole gets just as many
laughs with his inept lies, naked scheming and relentless
self-pity. Recalling a newspaper story about a homeless woman
who died with $25,000 on her person, he says, "Now there are
crowds of people coming down here from upper Manhattan to roll
us. Once I was rolled by a whole family."
</p>
<p> Such social criticism might sound implausible in the
mouths of the unwashed, but Glowacki and the actors are entirely
convincing. The second half drags a bit but has one stunning
moment of irony. As the Puerto Rican woman sits embracing the
rescued corpse, she recalls a moment of long-ago gallantry from
the dead man--or someone she now believes was he--and asks,
"How could you not recognize the person you love?" The answer
is, all too easily. As the tramps have realized moments before,
at the end of their odyssey they have taken the wrong body. The
burial, like so many political rituals, is a false and pointless
gesture.
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