FOR THE BIRDS
With very positive memories of Barrington Stage Company’s superb production two summers ago of Irish playwright Conor McPherson’s SHINING CITY, I eagerly attended its production of another, lesser-known, McPherson work, THE BIRDS. Anticipation outstripped realization.
THE BIRDS, McPherson’s 2009 theatrical adaption of Daphne Du Maurier's 1952 short story (totally different from Hitchcock’s famous film adaptation inspired by same) will never compare to his best work, like THE WEIR, THE SEAFARER, and most recently THE NIGHT ALIVE. Sadly, BSC’s stab at it confirms that. In McPherson’ cannon, Irish goblins, ghosts and God are his signature motifs. In THE BIRDS the motif is, well, birds, apparently crows, which have unique symbolism, but I digress.
Three strangers find refuge in an abandoned rural cottage from a global plague of flocks of birds which decimate everything in their path. The unstable Nat suffers from having been committed for psychiatric care by a girlfriend who abandoned him. The affluent, novelist Diane, in mid-life funk, is estranged from her only daughter. The immature Julia tells tales that don’t add up to Nat and Diane and implies she’s a recent victim of sexual assault. The 90-minute drama, without intermission, pivots around how these pathetic folks survive after the sudden appearance of a mysterious loner who lives across the lake from the cottage.
THE BIRDS, I suppose, could be seen as a parable about what underpins civil society. Can human trust overcome animal instinct? What happens when nature revenges what man has created? Heady questions, which are asking a lot from a production that doesn’t muster a whiff of tension in staging or, with one exception, in acting. Pacing is listless,. Scene changes are choppy. The casting choices for the trio are misjudged. Plus, the trio's acting seems under-rehearsed, which begs the question: even with actors well-cast, is it possible to ready shows, especially those dealing with psychological subtleties, with summer-season limited rehearsal?
Sound design was effective: the crows' cawing, coming from different parts of the small St. Germain theatre, was a diversion, but my mind kept wandering. Where had I seen a man and two women stuck in a country place before? Ah, yes…Harold Pinter’s OLD FRIENDS.
My attention perked up with the brief appearance of Tierney, the loner from across the lake, played by Rocco Sisto, who conveyed the menace and intrigue this production otherwise lacked. Then, with just the trio on stage, my mind started to wander again, this time, apropos of the avian-induced apocalypse, to the viral plague of Stephen King’s novel, THE STAND.
By play’s end, I concluded the unappealing characters hadn’t experienced much change or, if they had, I missed the drama. Oh, well. As an enthusiastic admirer of McPherson’s work, at least I can now say I saw THE BIRDS.