What I learned. . .
The Glass Menagerie was one of the first free-lance assignments to fall my way after leaving my position as Conservatory Director/Associate Artistic Director at PCPA Theaterfest in the fall of 1997. Joe Hanreddy, then AD at the Rep, was kind enough not only to offer me the play, but to hand pick an exceptional cast of MRT company members: the late, great Rose Pickering (Amanda Wingfield), Kirsten Potter (Laura Wingfield), and Brian Vaughn (Jim O’Connor), all of whom I was familiar with: Rose from her summer seasons at PCPA; Kirsten and Brian, from their work at the Utah Shakespeare Festival, where I had directed them both. Joining this talented trio was an actor new to me but not to the Rep: Arthur Hanket, who was based in Los Angeles and had guested-in for a couple of recent MRT productions, who took on the role of Tom Wingfield. Arthur seemed ideally cast: he spanned the age range required of this memory piece, moving fluidly from recollection to active participant, and brought not just a gift for Williams’ poetic language, but an explosive volatility that helped get to what I felt lurked beneath Tom’s anguished but restrained surface. Rose, who was a force of nature on stage and off, brought formidable comic skill to her work as Amanda, which meant that we warmed to her and fell all the harder when the bottom dropped out. Kirsten Potter, herself no shrinking violet, found a kind of quiet resistance and resilience within Laura, and helped make her more than a mere victim in the piece, although that inner strength was never enough to help Laura rise above the circumstances of her upbringing and her mother’s relentless expectations.
But I think it was working with Brian Vaughn on the role of Jim O’Conner that was most revelatory for me and that helped make this production – my only outing with the play, so far at least – even more exceptional. I was struck early on by the rather prosaic name of Jim’s fiancée, “Betty”, as contrasted with the far more poetic name, “Laura”, and felt that as much as Laura was touched by her encounter with Jim and his kind attention toward her, that Jim, in turn could be affected by a kind of unexpected magic or poetry with which he came into contact in the famous, climatic after-dinner scene in the play’s second act. I wanted Jim to fall in love a bit with Laura, to be as touched and moved by her in his way as she was with him. . . for him to sense or realize some possibilities within himself that he might not have known existed prior to having dinner with the Wingfields and re-making Laura’s acquaintance. I thought the potential for heartbreak in the scene increased exponentially if Jim was not just wisecracking and self-absorbed. . . if his sort of “oh, this will be easy. . . I’ll just spend a few minutes with the girl” confidence was a little shaken by their encounter.
I think we succeeded in our approach. Feedback from critics, audiences, and friends who saw the production seemed to indicate that we did, and I think the “Gentleman Caller” scene, as it is known, had much to do with the freshness and electricity with which the production was credited.
Add to that an excellent design team (Joe Varga, sets; Helen Huang, costumes; Kenton Yeager, lights), and I could not have asked for a better launch to the free-lance phase of my directing career. I left Milwaukee feeling fulfilled and grown, only to quickly learn the meaning of thorough preparation (or lack thereof) when I arrived in Newark, Delaware to begin rehearsals there for Othello with the MFA acting students in the University of Delaware’s PTTP actor training program. But that’s an entirely different story.