To the folly, a
whimsical but decrepit Victorian boathouse surrounded by reeds, shortly after
WW II, comes Matt Friedman (Dominic Comperatore) to woo Sally Talley (Maren Bush). That, Dominic
ComperatoreÕs Matt assures us, is what weÕll see acted in this clearly
theatrical ÒwaltzÒ and setting in 90+ minutes. ItÕs downhill from the
manorhouse on the downstate Missouri estate of SallyÕs prominent family,
prejudiced WASPs who see him as a Communist, traitor, infidel. Actually, heÕs a
Jew, an immigrant citizen of confusing origins, a CPA working in St. Louis, 42
and never married. He and Sally, 31, a nurseÕs aid to wounded vets at their
local hospital, had the start of a romance, same place, a year earlier. Since
she hasnÔt acknowledged his constant letters and desire for them to get
together again, weÕre not surprised at her immediate and harsh brush-off
attempts. WhatÕs behind them is a mystery that Matt must penetrate for his
unremitting courtship to be successful.
As house lights
go down and dimmer ones prevail in the obviously symbolic folly, we follow
MattÕs confessions of who he is and why he wants to marry Sally. He gets her to
reveal the reasons she uses the folly to escape her family just as she avoids
love and marriage. Does their growing physical closeness mirror a merging of
their outlooks on everything from general economic prospects to their different
backgrounds and even their very philosophies of life? Can such intense
interaction last or will it dissipate--in more ways than one?
More than
budgetary considerations explains the popularity of Lanford WilsonÕs two-hander.
Unveiling a touching story, it conveys well its atmosphere and time without
being passe today. Affable-from-the-start Dominic Comperatore delivers MattÕs
compelling dominant dialogue, bearing the slightest trace of foreign accent,
with sustained vigor. Maren Bush accomplishes the difficult task of having
Sally in a short time believably recede from a stubborn refusal to listen or to
participate in MattÕs reasoning. Her eyes and such gestures as a slight way of
leaning toward him or turning to hear him better convey emotions for which
words arenÕt supplied. Kate
Alexander has undoubtedly coached her to eschew melodrama for truly tearful
revelations, just as this director has wisely allowed Comperatore to--as it
were--Òlet it all out.Ò Even when Matt borders on pushy or extreme, we canÕt
help liking him.
I remember back when, in the space of a few years, ÒTalleyÕs FollyÒ played in every professional and community theater here on the Suncoast, including FST. April SorokoÕs set bests all of these, and her design of SallyÕs flowered dress and MattÕs formal but a tad rumpled brown suit is as authentic as any. Praise too goes to Robert PerryÕs changing lighting. Stage Manager Kayliane Burns and her assistant Kristin Kerr deserve notice for helping Matt meet the timing challenge the talented playwright set for him.