Liar’s Club

Central Works' Misanthrope turns a comedy of manners into a web of deception.

Molière’s 1666 play Le Misanthrope ou l’Atrabilaire
amoureux
had a moral subtext, in that it showed the artificiality
of the 17th-century French elite. The play’s moral compass is Alceste,
a curmudgeon whose scorn for humanity gets quite irritating for the
people who have to listen to him, but who nonetheless comes across as
the play’s most honest character. Alceste is a predecessor to the guy
in Li’l Abner who walks around with a rain cloud over his head.
He hates people and social niceties, and he’s incapable of not speaking
the truth. He’s competing with three other men for the hand of
gorgeous, glittery Célimène, who represents everything
about society that Alceste despises. (She’s an unabashed and genteel
flirt.) It’s a match that would obviously never work, and everyone can
see that except for Alceste. Still, you want to root for the guy even
when he gets raked over the coals for criticizing a love sonnet written
by one of Célimène’s other suitors. He’s a misanthrope,
and a bit of a douche bag, but he’s the one character who grounds all
of his actions in his principles. Transplanted to contemporary society,
he’d probably be a journalist.

Or so thought Gary Graves, who wrote Central Works’ modern retelling
of Misanthrope in 2002. In Graves’ version Alceste is Alan
(played by Darren Bridgett), a tousled city reporter who sits in his
armchair chugging Pepto-Bismol as though it were an energy drink, and
imprecating against humanity. Célimène is Celia (Deborah
Fink), the fashionable widow of a rich businessman who, at age 35,
suddenly finds herself unhitched and besotted by the single life. Her
various suitors (save for Alan, of course) are agglomerated in the
character of Phil (Michael Navarra), a rich party boy who seems
incapable of even reading a love sonnet, much less writing one. Phil
drives a V4 Roadster that Alan likens to “a big blue penis.” He claims
not to be a trust-fund baby but has all the tell-tale signs of one,
from the flashy suits to the apparent lack of real employment. He and
Alan propose to Celia on the same night, setting the stage for sure
disaster.

Graves’ script is a condensation of the original, in the sense that
it occurs over a three-day period, and allows a lot of the exposition
to take place outside the action of the play. A good move on his part,
since it not only gives Misanthrope an air of moral ambiguity,
it also makes the truth intentionally fuzzy. In this version, most of
the important plot details — save for the two marriage proposals
— happen offstage. So the characters constantly have to explain
themselves to each other, and to the audience. Thus, their dialogue
always seems like games of cross-examination and cover-up. Phil insists
to Alan that he wasn’t born into wealth but stumbled upon it. Celia
blames an unhappy previous marriage for her current party-girl behavior
— and for the fact that she’s a prime suspect in her ex-husband’s
murder. Alan tells the other characters that he got fired from the city
paper for refusing to write puff pieces and defying his high-powered
editor. The characters constantly dissemble, withholding information or
revealing it in a canny way. Even Alan doesn’t seem thoroughly
convinced that the stuff he’s saying is true.

Thus, part of the pleasure in Misanthrope is watching all
those delicious moments when the characters get caught in a lie.
Bridgett’s Alan is the hardest to figure out. His contempt for other
human beings seems heartfelt, but his desire to impress Celia —
coupled with his recent expulsion from the newspaper — makes him
seem not entirely trustworthy. Phil has the countenance of an utterly
vapid character, but beneath the sunglasses and the big car he’s
clearly a lot more underhanded, judging from the way he tries to swipe
Celia from a more respectable suitor (apparently, we later learn,
because he wants to bilk her out of an inheritance). Celia, meanwhile,
is the ultimate con artist and consummate victim of Misanthrope,
and Fink plays her with alacrity. Dazzled by the bachelorette
lifestyle, she prances around in a pair of silver stilettos, cosmo in
hand, beguiling both her suitors and always trying to smooth things
over. When confronted, she flinches. Fink is a world-class
flincher.

The original Misanthrope was about honesty and the problem of
overusing it. Grave’s version, in contrast, is largely about deception,
to the point that every scrap of dialogue sounds like prevarication.
Still, it’s a play that requires its audience to place a lot of trust
on the three characters, who are burdened with telling their own back
stories, and with describing what’s going on in the other room. We also
rely on them to reveal big things about themselves in small ways: Celia
with her shrieks and her deer-in-the-headlights expressions, Phil by
rolling his eyes and looking askance, and Alan by surreptitiously
slipping the Pepto-Bismol bottle in his coat pocket, as though to hide
his insecurities. Graves’ Misanthrope tries to conceal and
reveal things at the same time, so the moral — if there is one
— remains opaque. It’s tricky to pull off, and requires a little
patience on the audience’s behalf. But that makes for a greater payoff
when the characters get exposed and their delusions start to
unravel.

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