Ode To Joy

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    Date:
    February 1, 2014
    Review by:
    Tulis McCall

    Review by Tulis McCall

    If you want to watch people wracked with pain enjoying themselves, I recommend “Ode To Joy,” a romantic comedy for the S&M set (spiritually speaking), which examines the relationship of addiction to art. Is it a choice or is it a disease? The suffering artist is held up before us for our entertainment, like Jesus on the Cross. Not for the faint of heart.

    Lucas feels he’s been persecuted by the critics and he lets it all hang out. The title is an allusion to Beethoven’s Ninth symphony. In the play, it’s ironic and at the same time we’re meant to take it as The Truth. Lucas’s protagonist, the painter Adele (Kathryn Erbe), says at the end, preaching from the pulpit of Art: “True joy is acceptance.” A hard pill to swallow after ecstasy. This could be Lucas’s blatant bid for a Pulitzer. Incredibly, he has Adele assure us, “I’m not dying at the moment, so there won’t be any Pulitzer prizes…” But she’s a compulsive liar, ergo…is she dying? And will he get one? Or just a lifetime achievement award from AA?

    Yes, the agony and the ecstasy (pun intended) of the long-suffering artist – that cliché – Lucas manages to bring to life onstage. I had a hard time with the central character of Adele because she seems “innocent.” Erbe plays Adele as the “Ingenue in the fairy tale” wearing a red dress (evocative costumes by Catherine Zuber) between two ‘grown-up’ lovers Bill (Arliss Howard) and Mala (Roxanna Hope), who both fall for her.

    From a psychological standpoint, I didn’t buy her portrait of the artist as an addict. But I did believe the suffering she was able to convey at the start and end of the play in the act of painting. The invisible fourth wall is her canvas. There was exaltation in pain.

    “This is the story of how the pain goes away,” Adele tells us at the start. Looming behind her is a bar (set by Andrew Boyce). She takes us back to a Pick-up Scene, once upon a time. We have all been there. Adele meets Bill, a cardiologist who studied Greek philosophy. Howard does a great job making Bill believable with his dead-on visceral, disillusioned drunk.

    As they grope for an understanding of what it means to love, Jesus and Kierkegaard lend a hand. Here, and in the scene at Bill’s loft above the bar, where the couple fall down drunk and bleeding on broken glass, Lucas shows he has an ear for the dialogue of bull-shitters, aka the self-deluded. I realized days later that I wasn’t watching a realistic drama, even though, ironically, Lucas uses naturalistic dialogue and the contemporary symbols of our culture, e.g., the cell phone, which houses Adele’s enormous paintings. Yet, something else entirely is going on, and I meanwhile, lagging behind, was holding the play to some kind of naturalistic notion of what a play is, and Lucas cleverly plays with those expectations.

    If you can accept this work of art on its own terms, you might actually enjoy it a whole lot more than I did. It comes across as a philosophical exercise in defining abstractions, which are embodied in the action, like love and forgiveness, but it really does soar into apocalyptic heights. If someone had warned me in advance, I think I would have enjoyed the experience more. As it was, it caught me off-guard and grabbed me by the throat and would not let go. I went in at one end and came out a completely different place. That’s what Art does. It changes you. It wakes you up. It makes you feel what you don’t want to feel. Consider this a warning. Go, worship at the altar of Art, courtesy Craig Lucas. See his “Ode to Joy.” Just be prepared to feel something.

    "Eloquent mess of a play.. What occurs is both beautiful and ugly, and ticklingly familiar if you’ve ever bonded with someone in the depths of a shared drunkenness. Or is it heights? Whatever’s going on, it’s intoxicating, in all senses of the word."
    Ben Brantley for New York Times

    "The flaws in his writing are only magnified by his self-indulgent direction."
    Frank Scheck for New York Post

    "Offers a rather woeful time... Increasingly turgid two-act work."
    Michael Sommers of the Newsroom Jersey

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