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A Man of No Importance

 

Brian Riggs (left) stars as Alfie opposite Chris Standart, who plays Ernie Lally.

A Man of No Importance reminds us what a powerful vehicle for expression American musicals can be, and as importantly, how the intimate stages of Buffalo’s independent professional theaters can sometimes ignite bursts of electrifying magic with plays that barely even glowed elsewhere. With a script by Terrence McNally, one of the most important American playwrights of our time; music by Stephen Flaherty and lyrics by Lynn Ahrens, the songwriting team that also created Once on this Island and Ragtime, A Man of No Importance attracted a great deal of interest when it opened off-Broadway in 2002. Though the original cast recording sounds thrilling, to be honest, the actual experience of seeing A Man of No Importance at Mitzi E. Newhouse Theater at Lincoln Center was surprisingly low-key, more cerebral than emotional, and often disappointing.

Adapted from a 1994 film of the same title, starring Albert Finney, A Man of No Importance transports us to Dublin in 1964, where we join the journey of a bus conductor named Alfie Byrne, who has a passion for the work of Oscar Wilde. Alfie is determined to produce Wilde’s controversial play, Salome, in the church Bingo hall. When the resident leading man is cast in a supporting role, he resentfully tells a powerful church committee that the play is obscene, resulting in Alfie and his amateur company being banned from the hall. Alfie’s disappointment and increasingly tense circumstances instigate his first tentative efforts to realize his homosexuality, with disastrous results.

This would seem like a lot of emotional weight to pack into a musical, and I haven’t even mentioned the pregnant but unmarried ingénue tapped to play Salome; the sister who is keeping company with Alfie’s theatrical nemesis; the bus driver with whom Alfie is infatuated who holds secrets of his own; and so on and so forth.

I have never been an admirer of the directorial work of Joe Mantello, surely one of the most overrated theater personalities in New York today. Every critique of his work seems to lament that his direction is not up to his usual standard. I am afraid that his usual standard is, in fact, quite lackluster, though occasionally his material ascends above his directorial talent. Despite a first-rate New York cast featuring Roger Rees as Alfie and Faith Prince as his sister, the original production reached isolated moments of true beauty, but not great emotional heights.

The current Irish Classical Theatre production does.

In contrast to Mantello, Brother Augustine Towey seems to benefit from his years of working in a university setting where magic must, so often, be conjured from thin air and fly on the talents of actors. His approach with A Man of No Importance is to treat each minor character like a lead, strip the setting to its minimum, keep the pace swift and allow the actors to delve headlong into the full angst and sentiment of the piece. Add to this the intimacy of the Andrews Theatre and the result is, at long last, A Man of No Importance that truly thrills.

Maggie Zindle (left) plays the egocentric Mrs. Grace alongside Michele Roberts' Adele.

The success of the production, of course, rests on the shoulders of the actor who plays Alfie, and Brian Riggs’ performance is a true star turn. Riggs captures the full nuance and complexity of the character with remarkable charm and authority. This is a man made of both vulnerability and flint. He is both loving and benignly manipulative. And oh yes, he sings splendidly. Audiences accustomed to seeing Riggs either in brooding dramas or in silly musicals should feel privileged to see him in a role that allows him to showcase the full range of his talent as a musical leading man to such sublime effect. He is superb.

Loraine O’Donnell and Michele Roberts as Alfie’s sister and his leading lady give similarly strong performances. O’Donnell plays Lily as a woman who seems like a rock, but who, when her brother’s secrets are revealed, is, herself, exposed as a frightened person who had been hiding behind him all along. Roberts, who possesses a beautifully pure voice, sings the role exquisitely with acting to match.

Many of the characters in the play are named after people in Oscar Wilde’s life. Alfie’s sister is named after Lily Langtry, Wilde’s friend and muse. Mrs. Patrick is named for his friend, Mrs. Patrick Campbell. Alfie’s abusive boss, Carson, is named after Edward Carson, the attorney who broke Wilde during cross-examination in his libel suit against Lord Alfred’s father. Robbie, the young bus driver, is named after Robbie Ross, Wilde’s first lover and best friend until death. In this production, even minor characters shine with the quirks and idiosyncrasies of vivid individuality. Tom Zindle gives a strong performance as Carney, the resentful amateur actor. Joseph Natale is hilarious as the clueless and inflexible Father Kenny. Chris Critelli is wonderfully appealing as the loyal bus driver, Robbie. Lisa Ludwig commands a singular and memorable appearance as mysterious Mrs. Campbell. Kerrykate Abel is a comic revelation as the amateur choreographer who envisions the Dance of the Seven Veils as a tap number, wryly suggesting her own performance in Buffalo United Artist’s comic Salome last season. Maggie Zindle, often hired for her glorious voice, gives an impressively well-measured and beautifully acted performance as egocentric Mrs. Grace, earning some of the evening’s heartiest laughs with some of its most understated jokes. Kelli Bocock-Natale tears up the stage with her numerous comic moments as earnest but untalented character actress and costume designer Miss Crowe. Diminutive but bounteously talented John Joy scores one of the production’s uncontestable highlights with his magnificent rendering of “The Cuddles Mary Gave,” a tribute to his late enormous wife.

Even pianist Nathan R. Matthews and violinist Mary Ramsey bring personality to their roles; if you doubt that a violin can act, listen for Ramsey’s contribution in the moment when Alfie is unable to confess his true dilemma to Father Kenny. Mr. Matthews’ musical direction delivers the score with great energy and brightness, especially in chorus numbers like “Going Up” and “Art,” and with haunting sentiment as in moments like “Love Who You Love.”

The production is handsomely and minimally designed by Eric Appleton, who creates an entire Dublin bus from a few chairs and the rest of the city with a few boards. Choreographer Stacy Zawadzki Janusz’s work is superior, as are Tessa Lew’s costumes.

It is a joy to see a true book musical, fully realized and beautifully performed, in which actors portray characters and probe the truths of humanity through narrative. The Irish Classical Theatre Company reveals A Man of No Importance to be a brilliantly crafted piece of theater with a powerful message and a radiantly expressive score. The production sets an exceedingly high standard for the theater season just beginning.

A valuable "Man of No Importance"
by Jana Eisenberg
Three-1/2
 Stars (out of four)
- The Buffalo News

Alfie Byrne, the lead character in "A Man of No Importance" doesn't really think of himself as unimportant; in fact, he barely thinks of himself at all. In this musical play, book by Terrence McNally, music by Stephen Flaherty and lyrics by Lynn Ahrens, Alfie is a lonely man who hides a secret - unknown even to himself - in dreams of theater, particularly in his obsession with Oscar Wilde.

Irish Classical Theatre Company's current production is a compassionate interpretation of a tender story. The director, Brother Augustine Towey, makes excellent use of 21 actors and musicians, shepherding them through the play's blend of drama, humor and song.

At the core is Brian Riggs, as Alfie, a dreamer frustrated in love. Riggs conveys both passion and disappointment in many fine and subtle moments. His lean figure and craggy face are apt vehicles to reveal Alfie's pain, his hopes, and the truths that he eventually discovers. Early in the play, you will realize, though Alfie hasn't, that his choice of hero - a flamboyant figure who was famously jailed for the "crime" of homosexuality - is especially telling about Alfie's own character.

By day, Alfie is a bus conductor, and moons over the idea of his next big production. His dedication to Wilde has transformed his working-class bus-riders into his own amateur theatrical company. The bus driver, Robbie (a convincingly blue-collar Chris Critelli), is a handsome young man - and friend - who has been at least partially won over by Alfie's poetry readings and his enthusiasm for the theater.

The play's themes are rife for exploration. They include lust, pride, religious posturing, individualism, conveniently condemning others for unconventional beliefs, and the issue of art versus life.

The story's theater-within-theater device is strengthened by director Towey's choice to often keep ensemble members on stage as observers. Ever-present musicians Nathan R. Matthews (piano and musical direction) and Mary Ramsey, whose violin is almost as expressive as a human voice, provide mood music and accompaniment, not to mention added atmosphere. We are all watching Alfie struggle through his not-quite-tragic-not-quite-funny crisis.

In proportion to Irish Classical's intimate space, the cast is huge. Each character in the terrific ensemble represents elements of the psyche. Mrs. Grace (Maggie Zindle): pure ego. The butcher Carney (Tom Zindle), at first generous, becomes dastardly antagonistic. As Alfie's unmarried sister and caretaker, Lily, Loraine O'Donnell's layered iteration of familial love is bathed in frustration. John Joy, as Baldy, sharply renders common sense in his bantam-like widower. Personifying danger and opportunity, David Autovino, as Breton Beret, bristles with intensity. Michele Roberts, as Adele, Alfie's idealized innocent, provides a good dose of realism to the goings-on.

Directing this large cast in the round, Towey mostly rose to the occasion; while there are supposedly no bad seats in the house, once or twice the back of an actor precluded my immediate understanding of a scene. A very few instances of perfunctory movement to accommodate the theater's shape are minor quibbles with what was otherwise a tender touch applied to the play's sweet and bittersweet message. The piece's emotional punch, vexing social commentary and non-Hollywoodish happy ending are handled nearly flawlessly.

For the Buffalo Rocket of Sept. 21, 2006 -
That's Entertainment
'A Man of No Importance'
- by Doug Smith
The important thing about "A Man of No Importance" is how the pros praise the amateurs. Anyone who has ever nervously picked up a script and exhaled a few words from the far side of the footlights will be touched by this sweet, seamless musical at the Irish Classical Theater.

The time is 1964. Alfie Byrne conducts passengers on a Dublin bus by day and directs the parish players by night. Occasionally, his passion collides with his vocation but there are no serious injuries. He's gaga for Oscar Wilde, leading his passengers through the still waters of Wildean verse.  Alfie seeks to stage Wilde's "Salome," complete with tap-dancing temptress and zippered veils. He casts local butcher Carney as King Herod, convincing him that it's a larger role than it actually is. (Actually, the role was good enough for Al Pacino, who played Herod in an off-Broadway "Salome" in 2003.) Alfie considers the deception worthy of confession.
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In an hilarious double-entendre, one of the parish actresses straight-faces "Mr. Carney is very upset about the size of his part." The company then takes a vow of silence until somebody in the audience gets the joke. Laughter ripples around the four sides of the Andrews Theater seating arrangement, growing in volume like a ballpark wave.

The butcher blows Alfie in to the Sodality; "Salome," he tattles, is a "dirty play." The church bans him. Alfie, who lives at home with his sister, starts identifying with Wilde even more closely. Tom Zindle, who also plays Carney, then materializes as Wilde in red suit, black hat and green carnation, the latter a symbol of what was then euphemized as "the love that dare not speak its name."

When Alfie "comes out," part way, the results are catastrophic. Pub toughs beat him to a pulp, the church spurns him, his bus-driver partner is transferred. How Alfie manages to keep his job in 1964 I can not imagine. But the matter is somewhat resolved with a reasonably happy and credible ending, a warm and wonderful testament to those whose talent is mostly in their hearts.

Brian Riggs plays Alfie to perfection; with his craggy face and earnest delivery, he, too, calls up images, of ICTC co-founder Chris O'Neill. The director, Brother Augustine Towey, CM, gives every parish actor his or her due, and the establishment of the bus via a double row of folding chairs is a wonder.
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BROTHER Augustine's cast has a way of looking ragtag as only an amateur troupe can, and they "play down" without a hint of condescension. I was especially taken with John Joy as Baldy, looking for all the world like that goofy hoofer in the Darien Lake ads until he absolutely captivates the house with a psalm to his late wife in "The Cuddles Mary Gave." Should we all live so long as to effect such a remembrance.

Michele Roberts comes on very nicely as the Salome-in-waiting, shy yet bold.  Loraine O'Donnell makes a rare blend of stubbornness and patience as
Alfie's sister - who's caring for whom here? - and Guy Balotine is amusing as the bus boss, reminding me of the "On the Busses" series we watched on Canadian TV in the 70s.

Then there's Mary Ramsey whose violin, now sweet, now seductive, now just along for the ride, becomes so much a part of the cast that it ought to pay Equity dues. It may be just the Irishness of it, but the music never seems to "stop the show" - that is, it blends right in.
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It's a Wilde and crazy year around here. Wilde is portrayed by TV guy Drew Kahn in the current "Holy Trinity" at Alleyway Theater and the Kavinoky will stage "Importance of Being Ernest" in May. I suspected  "No Importance"borrowed the word from "Ernest," Wilde's signature play, until I unearthed another of his plays from 1893: "A Woman of No Importance."  "A Man" makes his mark on the ICTC stage through Oct. 8. NINE ROCKETS (out of 10).
(Contact Doug Smith at Box 1186, Grand Island, NY 14072, or by e-mail at
pollyndoug@hotmail.com.)

A Man of No Importance
S. James Wegg, Pulse Niagara

The seventeenth season of the Irish Classical Theatre Company is off to a resounding start with Brother Augustine Towey’s lively production of A Man of No Importance. Based on the 1994 film, written by stage veteran Terrence McNally (Dead Man Walking, Frankie and Johnny in the Clair de Lune) with Lynn Ahrens’ lyrics set to music by Stephen Flaherty, this musical, about a dream of mounting a play (Oscar Wilde’s always controversial Salomé) set in 1964 Dublin, will appeal to amateur actors, closeted men (and their admirers) and anyone else who enjoys a pint after church.

Alfie (Brian Riggs, who soars through the role with passionate conviction) is a bus conductor by day and the mover/shaker/director of the St. Imelda Players by night. With a few modest successes under his belt, the forty-something bachelor conjures up a vision of staging Wilde’s take on the beheading of John the Baptist. Alfie’s imagination runs fast, free and frenetic as he cobbles together his dream cast.

At the top of his list is Robbie (Chris Critelli, whose eye-catching torso more than makes up for any weakness at the top of his singing range). A fellow bus company employee, the pair seem to have more than a passing interest in each other — particularly when Robbie bares his chest after another dirty day at the office. 

Unsure of his acting abilities, the muscular tire changer asks his colleague to join him for a night on the town. Before you can say “set up,” Alfie’s belting out a mandatory tune for the lads (“Singing is a window unto a man’s soul.”), one of whom (Breton, played with oily ease by David Autovino) shamelessly propositions the trembling troubadour at the bar. Fortunately, Alfie already thinks he’s smitten with Dublin newcomer and potential leading lady both on and off the stage, Adele (earnestly and effectively portrayed by Michele Roberts). But as Alfie gradually awakens to his sexuality and embraces the “love that dare not speak his name,” he finally musters the courage for a roll in the barley with Breton only to be beaten and robbed by his queer companions. Welcome to Gayland!

That nasty incident inadvertently outs the lonely theatre-lover to the community. His sister Lily (Loraine O’Donnell, a strong vocalist and a pleasure in every scene) assures her brother that her love will never end, while his colleagues engage in various forms of the cold shoulder.  The workman-like score (little chance of whistling much on the way home) is competently performed by pianist Nathan R. Matthews (who is also the music director) and violinist Mary Ramsey. Ramsey has the ideal sweet and pointed tone to bring much-needed colour and variety to the show; perhaps the extensive use of a mute could be rethought as some of her excellent contributions remain seen but not heard. The uncredited recorder of the opening moments was most welcome: More, please.

Towey has crafted a production that moves forward with purpose and verve. Much of that pacing is the result of Stacy Zawadzki Janusz’ deft choreography. Having the ensemble (using the multiple entryways that give all ICTC presentations a certain innate sense of drama) seamlessly construct the bus (hilariously and appropriately, this vehicle goes both ways) looks much simpler than it is — a sure sign of skill. Only the untidiness of the tap dancing (similar to the full-blown chorus’ final consonants and transitions) could be improved — no doubt they will, as the show continues its run.

Eric Appleton’s set works at every turn. Tessa Lew’s attention to detail with the costumes (the transit workers’ green ties are spot on; the Dance of the Seven Zippers rendering is one of the funniest moments of the night) pays big dividends. 

The larger theme of art and its place in society provides narrative relief to the struggle with self. “Art is for old fogies,” comments Peter (Andy Moss) within earshot of Baldy (John “Giovanni” Joy, who shows those on both sides of the lights the unintended truth of that put down with his every speech, song and move).  As the relationships sort themselves out (boy/boy. boy/girl, clergy/parishioners, boss/underlings) so too do the twin strands to this exuberant tale. Both art and inner knowledge require the courage to first face, then accept the truth. ICTC’s production provides the ideal forum for that discussion. What are you waiting for? Perhaps the next installment is already being written: The Importance of Being Honest.