Sunday, December 15, 2019

Theater Review: Tennessee Williams’ ‘The Rose Tattoo,’ From the Roundabout Theatre Co.


At first glance, Marisa Tomei would not seem to be an ideal candidate to play the lead in Tennessee Williams’ 1950 play, The Rose Tattoo. After all, the playwright’s state directions refer to Serafina Delle Rose as “plump,” and the movie star, God bless her, is not yet at the stage where her figure would charitably be labeled zaftig.

But in other ways, the role clung as well to her as the clothes her widowed seamstress character knitted in the Roundabout Theatre Co. revival that closed last week at the American Airlines Theater. Like Serafina, Ms. Tomei is of Sicilian ancestry (even if she is not a native of Italy), unlike the Broadway originator of the role, Irish-American Maureen Stapleton. She is closer to the character’s age, too, than Ms. Stapleton (54 vs. 24). Her screen roles demonstrate her comfort in expressing this character’s erotic instincts. Most of all, she can segue expertly between tragic and comic modes, as Williams could write when inclined (which, more often than not, he wasn’t).

In a sense, it is surprising that Broadway had not gotten around to reviving The Rose Tattoo much sooner. Not only did the role of Serafina win Anna Magnani a Best Actress Oscar in 1955, but the play itself won Williams a Best Play Tony Award.

Yet it took the Roundabout a while to stage it—as the company’s ninth production of a Williams play, it had to wait its turn behind The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore, written when the playwright was well into a creative and popular decline. It might not have made it this time either, except that Tomei and director Trip Cullman had proved that it remained a viable theatrical property with an acclaimed 2016 production at the Williamstown Theatre Festival.

The Rose Tattoo, you see, may well be Williams’ most optimistic play. In Serafina’s hope for a second chance of love after the sudden death of both her husband and the unborn child she lost in shock afterward, the playwright gave dramatic life to his own giddy new lease on life at the start of his relationship with Frank Merlo, who became his most significant and long-lasting romantic partner. 

The Italian-American Merlo also sparked the slightly unusual milieu of this play. Like much of his work, it is set in the South, but the drawling denizens of the region take a back seat this time to Sicilian immigrants on the Gulf Coast. The women of the community, headed by matriarch Assunta (played by an affecting Carolyn Mignini), form a kind of chorus of deep concern surrounding Serafina.

Even with ths different setting and character types, Williams could not help returning to his traditional themes of illusion and constraint-overpowering passion. But this time, a wounded female protagonist realizes that the first must be rejected and the second welcomed in order for her to go on living. 

Serafina’s desperate prayer to the statue of the Madonna she keeps—“Oh, Lady, give me a sign!”—is answered in the most  unlikely way: in the arrival on her doorstep of Alvaro Mangiacavallo (a fine Emun Elliott), whose argument with a traveling salesman has left him with torn clothes. 

Agreeing to mend his company jacket, Serafina lends him her late husband’s rose shirt. Glimpsing his finely muscled torso in the sunlight for the first time, she can’t help gasping, “My husband's body, with the head of a clown!”

This scene, as much as any other in the play, revealed Tomei’s frankly physical approach to the role. She fairly staggered back at the sight of Elliott’s torso, creating raucous laughter. She produced the same effect in another scene in which Serafina struggles none too successfully to wiggle out of her girdle.

The conflicts in Williams’ best-known plays are normally battlefields of the mind, but Serafina, a Sicilian earth mother, wages hers in the here and now: with neighbors who regard the widow as disorderly, with a prospective new lover she is trying to understand, and with a teenage daughter who provokes all her overprotective instincts.

Cullman masterfully used contributions from set designer Mark Wendland to create this community swayed as much by sensuality as by swaying coastal breezes. But his best work was drawing such a funny-sad, vibrant performance from Tomei. 

In the process, the actress not only made an implicit argument for allowing future theatergoers to see Serafina more often onstage, but also for her own return—hopefully soon—to Broadway.

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