Master class in a doctor's office. Photo by Monique Carboni. |
Dr. Williams (delightfully unctuous Darren Goldstein) condescends
and offends both women, including speaking with Jaclyn in jocular black dialect.
He flatters Ileen and rewards her with the title “office manager.” The
employees are obliged to flatter him. He loves for Ileen to tell him, “I love
my job. I love working for you.” To Jaclyn, he asks, “Do you think I’m fat?” She offers him donuts and gives him a Hallmark
card in which she has written, “You are not fat.”
The windowless Chicago doctor’s office (marvelous set by
Allen Moyer, fluorescent lighting by Jennifer Tipton) is decorated with wilting
philodendrons and a Georgia O’Keeffe flower poster from the Chicago Art
Institute. It’s a chillingly lifelike set for a ninety-minute master class in
acting, each moment coached with humor and infinite finesse by first-time director
Cynthia Nixon.
Ileen feels terrible about what she has become. Another
brilliant actress, Patricia Conolly, plays Rose, a delicate elderly patient.
Because she is clueless, her racial epitaphs (“It’s like they’re paying us back
for slavery”) float past unacknowledged. Jaclyn is indeed in a toxic
environment. You can probably guess which one of them winds up leaving.
Generous prix fixe at West Bank Café |
Established in 1978, West Bank Café has a dedicated following and is
difficult to book before or after a play. The reason is the food, and for
instance, kale salad—now on every menu across town—is ingenious here, mixed with
grilled octopus, radishes, and smoked salted almonds. A 3-course prix fixe for
$35 gives as a main course salmon or chicken with abundant vegetables. Entrees include rainbow trout piccata and black linguini with rock
shrimp, and desserts, hot chocolate bread pudding with vanilla ice-cream and
caramel. The cocktail menu sounds delectable and wine by the glass is good
value.
West Bank Café has a downstairs space, the Laurie Beechman
Theatre, where many great performers have done shows, including, as recently as
2013, Joan Rivers.
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