Posted at TimesofSanDiego.com on 6/13/16
RUN DATES: 6/5/16 – 6/26/16
VENUE: New Village Arts
“We dreamed of a Paradise. What went wrong?”
It wasn’t just in 1973 when that question was asked about Israel. But in “Golda’s Balcony,” the 2003 play by William Gibson, it comes up repeatedly.
In the drama, which became the longest-running one-woman show in Broadway history, Israel’s fourth Prime Minister, Golda Meir, is looking back on her life, recalling snippets and fragments and dates, always circling around one October date in 1973, which she calls “the blackest night of my life.”
On that day, in the time of the Yom Kippur War, with Egypt and Syria poised to attack, Meir has her finger on the nuclear button – ready for a preemptive strike if Nixon and Kissinger don’t send the Phantom jets and other ordnance they promised.
It was a long night by the phone, waiting for a fateful call. The Israeli Cabinet gathered around a elongated table (nicely suggested, with a strip of blue, representing the Suez Canal running the length of it, in Victoria Petrovich’s spare design). World peace, it seems, was at stake, and was in Israel’s hands – a mere 25 years after statehood was established.
Although American Jews have always had fond feelings for one of their own (Golda Meir Meyerson, née Golda Mabovitch, was born in Kiev, Russia but raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin), history has not always been kind to her. A few years ago, an article in Ha’aretz, Israel’s oldest (liberal, left-leaning) newspaper, referred to Meir as “the embodiment of Israeli arrogance.”
In the play, she points to the seminal photo of herself (one of Petrovich’s excellent projections), which shows her in the kitchen, making chicken soup for the troops.
As played by Rosina Reynolds at New Village Arts (part of the Lipinsky Jewish Arts Festival, directed by Festival artistic director Todd Salovey), this is no “Mamela Golda.” She’s tough, she’s aggressive, she’s no apologist.
“I do make chicken soup,” she admits, “but let’s empty it out for keeps: At the bottom of the pot is blood.”
Indeed, though she dreamed of peace, and ends her 90-minute recounting with multiple iterations of “Shalom,” she sent many young men to their death to preserve what she saw as the only route to assuring the hope and survival of the struggling state.
Reynolds is a formidable, potent presence. She thoroughly captures the intense emotional journey of this stalwart woman, this lifelong activist and youthful idealist, who chose Israel’s nascence over her family (she had a husband, two children, and a few lovers along the way). She expresses some guilt about “destroying the life” of her simple, soulful, non-doctrinaire husband, Morris, who died as he lived most of his life – waiting for her.
The lighting (Sherrice Mojgani), soundscape (Michael Roth) and costumes (Mary Larson) are excellent. Salovey made a puzzling but intriguing directorial choice, having Reynolds onstage as the audience enters, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. The redhead stands and gives the cellphone/nearest exit curtain speech, then walks back upstage, takes off her red wig and slowly slackens her face as she dons a gray wig to morph into Meir, which she does impressively (except for a few pronunciation irregularities). It’s a powerful portrayal of a powerful woman.
Every time I see the play, I’m struck by a different element of the story: the two balconies in Golda’s life, for example: one overlooking the sea from her Jerusalem apartment; the other overseeing the underground nuclear facility at Dimona, on which she spent so much time, it was dubbed “Golda’s Balcony.”
This time, it was her emotional responses to her life’s events – her fears, her anger, her frustrations and her tears that, in Reynolds’ capable hands, brought this controversial groundbreaker to life.
©2016 PAT LAUNER, San Diego Theater Reviews