Theater "The Pride" a 50-Year Journey of Self-Discovery

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"The Pride" a 50-Year Journey of Self-Discovery

It's a remarkable play which will take a little, human story that is been told before and not simply inform it in an original way but transform it into a cathartic and hopeful reminder of how the seismology of the world has shifted more than the past 50 years.

Paragon Theatre's "The Pride" sounds like a variation on that cheesy 1982 film, "Making Appreciate," when Kate Jackson discovers her ideal husband has fallen in appreciate with one more man. But British playwright Alexi Kaye Campbell's "The Pride" is so much more than a coming-out story. Devoid of waving any pride flags, it really is an alternatingly sophisticated and brutal chronicle with the collective gay journey from repression as well as criminality to freedom and self-acceptance - for everyone involved.

Campbell does it by adopting a daring and maybe unprecedented playwriting structure. In her story, married Phillip confronts his long-repressed attraction for other males when he meets the dashing Oliver, his wife's most effective male buddy. The ensuing story covers just 19 months. But when the play begins in 1958, it ends in 2008.

How? Campbell not merely presents her 10 scenes inside a juggled order, she alternates the year and societal context in which each and every 1 plays out, generating this not just the story of three persons but of millions over the past five decades.

It begins as an extremely polite, pretty British 1958 parlor comedy (almost). Sylvia (Barbra Andrews) not only introduces her buttoned-up husband Phillip (Jarrad Holbrook) to her handsome, Coward-esque young employer, Oliver (Jake Walker), she very substantially would like for them to "get along" as buddies. Obviously, they come to be a lot more than that.

The next scene fast-forwards to Phillip moving out - on Oliver. They haven't aged, but it really is now 2008. Turns out Oliver's lifelong sexual addiction, combined with all the cumulative damage of Phillip's lifetime of self-denial, is not going to make their ride a smooth a single.

One with the most outstanding characters ever put to page is Sylvia, who finds a way to apply the upheaval in her own life toward her personal liberation, while remaining fiercely loyal to all the guys she loves.

Skillfully jutting back and forth in time lets us know early on how these three vastly distinctive metamorphoses will finish, though infusing an unpredictable and discombobulating power into the storytelling.

It is an epic play, and Paragon director Taylor Gonda has elicited indelible, honest performances to go with it. That begins with an unnervingly all-natural Walker, who wears the deeply flawed but eminently understandable Oliver like a second skin. Walker is utterly convincing inside a nuanced, breakout efficiency opposite a wholly immersed Holbrook as the tortured latent whose fight

against his organic self leads him to a harrowing homosexuality aversion clinic.

There are actually clues in the script that suggest these two actors are physically mismatched for one particular one more, but the total commitment to their nuanced performances is undeniable.

While these are colossal transformations, it truly is Andrews' element in all this that elevates the play to an additional level and opens its arms to a wider audience. Her Sylvia calls herself a cliche, an oblivious, cuckolded wife, but this lady of unshakable decency is anything but. And though her path may well be unusual, her destination will likely be knowable to all females.

Life has tossed her a cruel hand, as each spurned wife to one particular man and very best pal to his lover. Andrews delivers a heartbreaking portrayal of a wife who deep down understands anything, all along, and is just waiting for somebody to let her in - and therefore let her out.

David Cates plays all of the support characters, offering each comic relief as a Nazi callboy, and also a chilling reality verify because the 1958 aversion therapist determined to vomit the gay out of Phillip. These are all brave performances by actors in total command and utter free-fall at once.

The play is vulnerable to repetition and, at practically 3 hours, it goes on far longer than it needs to. But its easy message extends far beyond the parameters of sexual preference: It requires true courage for any one to be delighted. The worst feasible deception is the refusal to acknowledge the stirrings of your own heart.

Paragon Theatre's "The Pride" examines the collateral damage caused by denying self-truths through the relationship shared by Oliver