The Roommate (Booth Theatre)

By Harry Forbes

What a pleasure to watch those two pros, Mia Farrow and Patti LuPone, at the top their respective games in Jen Silverman’s funny two-hander about Robyn, a hard-nosed lady from the Bronx with a mysterious past (that’s LuPone) who comes to room with Farrow’s uber-naive Iowa widow Sharon. 

There are abundant laughs as these two diverse personalities knock up against each other, and Sharon is continually shocked and awed by Robyn’s progressive ways; she’s (goodness!) gay and vegan for starters. But for all of the sitcom-like pleasure of the basic situation, there’s substance here, and the play has real poignancy as it progresses. It premiered at the 2015 Humana Festival in Louisville, and was produced at the Williamstown Theatre Festival in 2017.

Sensibly, the stars get their initial bows over with right at the start, and then return for their “real” entrances as the play proper begins unimpeded by audience applause. 

Farrow’s character may be the mousy one, at least at first, but there’s nothing lacking in her stage dynamism. She was last on Broadway in 2014 for a brief run of “Love Letters” with Brian Dennehy, and she was first-rate. Here, she has some wonderfully funny moments -- watch her Sharon take her first swallow of almond milk -- but also highly moving ones, and she, like LuPone, creates a solidly believable character despite plot improbabilities. 

The naive Sharon has what Robyn and we the audience clearly discern is a gay dress designer son living in Park Slope, and we shortly learn that more about Robyn’s familial connections, and her mysterious past. Both women know exactly how to play for laughs and then scale back for the dramatic moments. Farrow is particularly touching in the final scenes of the play.

I hesitate to say too much about the plot which runs without an interval in a single act for about one hour and 45 minutes. Better to experience each revelation when it comes. But it’s not too much of a spoiler to say that the two ladies do eventually bond in a most unexpected and. for Sharon at least, positive, way. 

Though Silverman’s plot is largely predictable, it’s the kind of predictability that tickles the funny bone and satisfies. 

All of this plays out on Bob Crowley’s very attractive airy open house set (no walls or ceiling). Natasha Katz’s character-defining costumes are spot on. Mikaal Sulaiman’s sound design is natural and clear. The evocative underscoring is by David Yazbek. And the whole is masterfully directed by that Jack O’Brien. 

(Booth Theatre, 222 West 45th Street; theroommatebway.com; through December 15)

Photo by Michael Murphy: (l.-r.) Patti LuPone & Mia Farrow

Yellow Face (Roundabout Theatre Company)

By Harry Forbes

Playwright David Henry Hwang uses the firestorm he ignited back in 1991 over the casting of actor Jonathan Pryce in the London to Broadway transfer of “Miss Saigon” as the springboard for this autobiographical comedy/drama. (You may recall Pryce was to recreate his acclaimed role of a Eurasian brothel owner in Vietnam.) "Yellow Face" premiered at the Mark Taper Forum and came to the Public Theater in 2007.

 

But that episode is only the preamble for what follows. Hwang then turns to events surrounding his follow-up to his acclaimed “M. Butterfly.” The play was “Face Values” but it fizzled during previews in 1993, and closed before opening night. In Hwang’s amusing riff on the actual events, he mistakenly hires a white actor -- one Marcus Dahlman -- for the lead role believing the actor to be at least partly Asian, though, in fact, Marcus is quite obviously Caucasian. 

When DHH, as Hwang is called here, and winningly portrayed by Daniel Dae Kim, fully realizes his error, he sacks the guileless, good natured actor, likably played by Ryan Eggold. But Marcus has found he enjoys being part of the Asian-American community and all the affirming rhetoric that goes with it. He wholeheartedly embraces his new identity, much to DHH's annoyance. (One of the pleasures of the play is the self-deprecating portrait Hwang paints of his fictional self.)

All of these farcical elements are funny and thought-provoking. But matters take a decidedly more serious turn when, in he second half (unlike its earlier incarnations, played without an interval), DHH’s elderly father, a successful banker, falls under govenment scrutiny for his Far East National Bank dealings with China. His loyalty to the US is now questioned, a situation all the more ironic given his devotion to all things American and, you might say, his lifelong assumption of “white face.” HYH, as the father is called, is played most endearingly by Francis Jue who also takes on the sympathetic role of Wen Ho Lee, a nuclear scientist suspected of spying. 

As HYH, Jue touchingly avows a devotion to Jimmy Stewart, but the investigation crushes his spirit, and turns out to be a far cry from the “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington” scenario he had envisioned.

When DHH -- who sits on his father’s board -- acquiesces to an interview with a pointedly unnamed "New York Times" reporter (outstandingly played by Greg Keller) investigating the banking story, it becomes clear that the reporter expects him to rat on his father. The scene between DHH and the reporter is arguably the best in the play.

The earlier parts of the play have rather a facile feel, and the brief appearances of such bold faced names as Cameron Mackintosh, Jane Krakowski, Bernard Jacobs, Frank Rich, and Michael Riedel and the like struck me as more than a little patronizing but admittedly give us a breezy recap of those once headline-grabbing events. 

Actors Kevin Del Aguila, Marinda Anderson, and Shannon Tyo, all excellent, briefly take on those high profile personas, as well as all the other characters who populate the narrative, blithely crossing racial boundaries as they do so, appropriate for a play grappling with the complexities of race.

This revival, apparently trimmed by half an hour from the original, is smartly directed by Leigh Silverman who helmed the premiere productions as well, and is decked out with fine production elements including Arnulfo Maldonado’s versatile set, Yee Eun Nam’s often witty projections, Anita Yavich’s period costumes, Lap Chi Chu’s apt lighting, and Caroline Eng and Kate Marvin’s exemplary sound design and music. 

Though it’s been 17 years since the original production, sadly, the themes of the play remain all too relevant.

(Todd Haimes Theatre, 227 West 42nd Street; roundabouttheatre.org; through November 24)

Photo by Joan Marcus: (l.-r.) Ryan Eggold, Marinda Anderson, Daniel Dae Kim, Kevin Del Aguila