Imagine the viperish ladies of Clare Booth Luce’s The Women confined to the school in
Lillian Hellman’s The Children’s Hour and
you might get an idea of the frustrations and cattiness unleashed in Women Without Men, which concluded
its two-month run at New York’s Mint Theater last weekend.
This 1938 dramedy of fierce wit and refusal to
settle for easy characterizations came from Hazel Ellis, who, having made her name as an actress with the Gate Theatre
in Dublin, turned to writing two critically acclaimed plays of her own in the
1930s. All the more regrettable, then, that this second one would be her last, the
result of her decision to forsake writing for matrimony and motherhood.
All the
more power, too, to the Mint Theater for giving the play—and its juicy parts
for an all-female cast of 11—its New York premiere, as part of its mission to
spotlight unjustly neglected vintage works.
Unlike most Irish schools, which after separation
from Britain were largely run by the Roman Catholic Church, Malyn Park in the
play, like the one Ellis attended growing up, is a privately operated Protestant
boarding school for girls. It is, then, doubly insular—not just gender-based
but operated by a religious minority in a country making its way gingerly out
of the enormous British shadow, narrowing all the more the career and personal
options of its faculty.
That atmosphere of toxic frustration explodes with new
faculty arrival Jean Wade (played by Emily Walton). While her youth, enthusiasm
and idealism establish instant rapport with her young charges, they also bring
to the surface tensions among her colleagues. Though ranging in age
from very young to late middle-aged, they have all grown scarred and cynical about
their profession, their environment and their limited emotional involvements
(none are married or with children). The storm outside their seemingly cozy
faculty room also symbolizes what takes place as they interact with each other
We quickly understand why female students nickname
this “The Tyrants’ Den” when the manuscript of one teacher—whose literary
ambition is indirectly proportional to her talent—is defaced. Lies and destroyed
reputations become the fruit of jealousy and petty quarrels over trifles. Or,
in the words of one faculty veteran teacher, Miss Strong (played by Mary Bacon),
who has maintained a smidgen of sanity by remaining coolly aloof and neutral: “What
else would you expect? A small group of women all cooped up together with no
release from each other save in the privacy of our bedrooms. Women brought
together not by choice, not by liking, but by the necessity of earning our
living.”
It was Ms. Ellis’ considerable skill that gave each
of these lives fading into the Celtic twilight their own individuality, and
Jenn Thompson’s adeptness that allowed each member of this very fine ensemble
to shine. Kellie Overbey was appropriately bitter and brittle as Miss Wade’s
principal faculty adversary, Miss Connor. Dee Pelletier gave pungency to the
most conspicuous fish out of water among the faculty, the lone foreigner, Mademoiselle
Vernier. Kate Middleton and Aedin Moloney brought comic gusto to the roles of
the young, flighty Ruby Ridgeway and her older, more staid roommate, Miss
Willoughby.
Especially good are Miss Walton and Miss Bacon,
depicting a subtle relationship filled with strong undercurrents—two women
that, in the end, may be less friends than allies linked by mutual disdain for
this breeding ground of insecurity, false accusation, self-sacrifice and
gratitude that deteriorates into buried resentment.
Women
Without Men is only the latest example of how,
whether by conscious design or merely inclination, the Mint Theater has carved
out an alternative path from much of New York theater. While the last
half-dozen years have brought bitter complaints about female
underrepresentation in the New York theater world, the Mint has made it a point to unearth
fine plays by Ellis, fellow Irishwoman Teresa Deavy, Susan Glaspell, Martha
Gellhorn and Rachel Crothers. In opening a window into the past, it has shown
how to carve a new path into the future.
This production also marked the Mint’s transfer from its
longtime West 43rd Street home to a new venue, at City Center 12 blocks up in Manhattan.
The move was the product of necessity: Midtown’s real estate boom, which
resulted in the sale of the 43rd Street building twice in three
years. Time will tell whether or not the Mint has truly found a home congenial
to its staging and administrative needs. (After leaving its longtime St. Mark’s
Place home, another Off-Broadway company, the Pearl Theatre Company, stayed in
City Center for only three years before decamping to another space on West 42nd
Street.) Nevertheless, the increased leg room in the aisles and unobstructed
sight lines already spell an improvement for the Mint’s small but devoted tribe
of fans in City Center.
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