“The Night Alive” Illuminates Dubliners’ Dark Lives, at Main Stage West, Sebastopol
Conor McPherson Infuses Down & Out with Poetry & Grace
by Jennifer Ann Charron
Conor McPherson’s beautiful, award-winning “The Night Alive” steals a glimpse at five broken lives in modern Dublin. Intimately set in the filthy rented room of 50-ish Tommy (superb Anthony Abateʹ), we get an in-your-face look at how far he has fallen. A divorced father of two, Tommy lives in a disgusting dorm room in his uncle’s house.
Director and Set Designer David Lear exposes Tommy’s misery in a dingy little room strewn with dirty clothes and greasy Styrofoam fish-and-chips boxes. His kitchen is a hot plate. Prop and Costume Designer Elizabeth Craven makes spot-on prop choices so real, they make my skin start to crawl.
Immediately, Director Lear assaults our senses with a visceral shock. Tommy rescues a beaten up young woman Aimee (outstanding Ivy Rose Miller), who has blood pouring down her face. Miller’s well-crafted portrayal combines street-wise grit and quiet vulnerability. When Tommy brings her home, bloodied by her pimp/boyfriend, he lets Aimee claim her assailant was “just some guy.” The two strike up an awkward, yet comfortable intimacy.
When Tommy’s dim-witted, occasional roommate Doc (Kevin Bordi) shows up, we continue to see Tommy’s softer side. Bordi masterfully embodies Doc’s Forest Gump simplicity and depth—with a sunny outlook. Tommy protects Doc in a brain vs. brawn dynamic. He explains, “Doc gets things five to ten minutes later than everyone else.” Abateʹ makes Tommy’s failures fade, focusing us on his compassion.
When Tommy’s verbally abusive uncle Maurice (venerable John Craven) delivers his daily ration of insults, our compassion broadens into sympathy. Maurice is broken by guilt over his wife’s accidental death. Conor McPherson’s misfits circle the drain. We sympathize with the suffering onstage and outside in the streets.
We enjoy a brief reprieve─a fleeting moment of joy when our outcasts break into song and dance to Marin Gaye’s “What’s Going On.” As the song sweetly winds down, we realize the song is asking us: What is going on?
McPherson takes the mood darker with a scene of supernatural horror, shocking us with violence. He proves that people with nothing to lose can always lose more…
Light returns in the second act offering a tender sense of renewal and fragility. There’s no redemption here. These characters don’t need to be redeemed. Their lives are shitty; they’ve been dealt bad hands. Perhaps they could have made better choices, but their lives move on.
“The Night Alive” saddens us with moments of defeat and loss, then uplifts us with moments of radiance. We are forced to look inward and outward. A moving, profound experience–well worth a trip to Sebastopol.
“The Night Alive” by Conor McPherson, directed by David Lear, at Main Stage West, Sebastopol, California, through Sunday, October 28, 2018. Info: mainstagewest.com
Cast: Anthony Abateʹ, Kevin Bordi, Sam Coughlin, John Craven, and Ivy Rose Miller.
Banner Photo: Kevin Bordi and Sam Coughlin