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<title>
May 11, 1992: Reviews:Theater
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
May 11, 1992 L.A.:"Can We All Get Along?"
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEWS, Page 60
THEATER
Evil Begins At Home
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<p>By WILLIAM A. HENRY III
</p>
<p> TITLE: A Small Family Business
AUTHOR: Alan Ayckbourn
WHERE: Broadway
</p>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: A satire of corruption in everyday life
has lost its edge in crossing the Atlantic.
</p>
<p> "Everyone steals a little" seems to be the mantra of the
McCracken clan. Mother pilfers desk supplies from her office.
Daughter shoplifts for "something to do" and to finance her
adolescent drug taking. Brother-in-law is on the fiddle at work
and with the tax office. Son-in-law traffics in "surplus"
merchandise from the family factory. Even the clan's stern
paterfamilias Jack, for all his talk of rectitude, is not above
bribing a prying private investigator with a juicy no-bid
security contract.
</p>
<p> All these people see themselves as morally normal -- and
playwright Alan Ayckbourn, Britain's leading comedist, plainly
thinks they are. Although the corruption depicted in A Small
Family Business embraces fraud, the Mafia and murder, it takes
place in bland, beige, suburban houses where the residents are
preoccupied with recipes, hemlines and their dogs. And while the
accents are recognizably British, the decor and, by implication,
the bad behavior would seem right at home in Middle America.
</p>
<p> When the play debuted in London in 1987, where it was seen
as a satire of me-first excesses of the Thatcher years, its
central joke struck this reviewer as peculiarly English. For
centuries Britons portrayed Italy as the epitome of treachery
and mayhem; in this tale, although the McCrackens are enmeshed
with five Italian gangster brothers (played by the same
quick-changing actor), the real savagery is British born and
bred. London's production, directed by the author, had the
advantage of Michael Gambon in the lead. His Jack McCracken was
a true reformer, alight with the intensity of a zealot, and his
pain at being maneuvered into compromise upon compromise was
almost unbearable to watch.
</p>
<p> The staging that arrived on Broadway last week mutes both
of these satiric elements. The Rivetti brothers, as played by
Jake Weber, in no way call to mind the U.S. style of mafiosi.
And in the pivotal role of Jack, Brian Murray is a tower of
Jell-O, reeking of insincerity from his entry, peevish rather
than apocalyptic in uprooting family scandal. Director Lynne
Meadow, who vastly improved on Ayckbourn's staging of his best
play, Woman in Mind, here reduces a cry of outrage to an amiable
snigger. The haunting final image, of the adolescent daughter
frozen in narcotic guilt, becomes a mere echo of a deeper work
that is otherwise nowhere to be seen.
</p>
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