Talley's Folly at Portland Stage: It's...LIVE. And it moved me to tears

Once upon a time, sitting in a dark theater close upon others and watching even more other humans interact on stage -- making music, making art, making drama, making beauty -- was a regular part of my life: of many of our most privileged lives. Recently, thanks to an unchecked/unmanaged pandemic in this country, we've had to settle for the performances made available to us in our private homes, on our screens.

Until you are back in the room with an audience and artists, it is difficult to describe the layers of humanity we are missing in these electronic interactions.

Kudos to Portland Stage for having the courage to lead us back together with its current production of Talley's Folly by Lanford Wilson.

As a fellow arts administrator who has worked with the actors' and stage unions, as well as with the public, I know Executive and Artistic Director Anita Stewart had to move mountains to make this happen.

Lucky for us, she did. In old fashioned reviewer terms: run, do not walk, to see this production. 

Not only will you get to see a wonderfully acted and staged live performance, you'll get to feel safe as part of an audience with others. Because everything Portland Stage does around this production is geared toward keeping us safe so we can carry on together in this new normal.

For carry on we must. It is not only grocery store and health care workers that are essential to our health. It's artists. And theaters. And musicians. And the big hearted, generous, earth shaking humanity of sharing live performance. We are not creatures of social isolation. We ARE creatures of INNOVATION -- especially artists. It is our job to figure this thing out. And figure it out we are -- with Portland Stage and Talley's Folly helping to lead the way.

Thank you.

In terms of the performance itself, I'll admit to some prejudices. I'm lucky to be friends and colleagues with the actors and director, Dave Mason, Kathy McCafferty, and Sally Wood. And they all do a wonderful job bringing forward a classic from set in the Ozarks in the mid-20th century to our modern New England ears. And Anita, doubling down as she often does as scenic designer, knocked herself out by giving us a set with...water. 

How magic is that? -- Answer: it always is, to see a river replicated live on stage.

Dave does an incredible job with a big role -- lots of language, lots of trickiness, PLUS some great physical acting (ice skates!) all wrapped up in a unique Lanford Wilson character that belongs so much to the WWII era. Ostensibly a romantic comedy, Talley's Folly tackles capitalism and anti-Semitism as it goes.

But the killer for me was much more personal. In the climactic scene, Sally Talley's secret is revealed. It is a secret my own adopted mother shared [SPOILER ALERT]: not being able to have children and, at that time, being thereby considered un-marriageable. 

It's a different world today, with so many options for women to have children, so I don't mind giving up that spoiler. But seeing Kathy/Sally wracked with pain, doubled over live before me on that stage -- brought home to me, with a stab to my gut, what my own adopted mother must have felt like and endured. Until, like Sally Talley, she met my Dad: her prince for nearly 50 years, precisely because he said, "No problem. We'll adopt."

Thank you, Dave, Kathy, Anita, Sally, and the rest of the Portland Stage crew. For giving me that and other moments of emotion, of our shared humanity, safely in our new normal.