Friday, October 21, 2005
Dean and I went to the premier of Rebecca Brown's new play The Toaster last night at New City Theater/On the Boards. It's a dark and funny play about the death of an elderly woman, and her two surviving children sitting on a park bench, bickering over the contents of a "magic suitcase" she has left behind. Very simply staged with the barest of props. Very Beckett/Waiting-for-Godot-esque. It's the dialogue, and the silences, that make the play. In one stunning scene, at the end of the first act, the ill elderly mother undresses, we see her almost nude body (the actress is probably near 70-80 years old, and is terrific in the part) and we watch in silence as her son slowly and tenderly bathes her with a washcloth.