STRAIGHT WHITE MEN by Young Jean Lee (Young Jean Lees Theater Company/World Stage). At the Fleck Dance Theatre (207 Queens.
STRAIGHT WHITE MEN by Young Jean Lee (Young Jean Lees Theater Company/World Stage). At the Fleck Dance Theatre (207 Queens Quay West). Runs to Saturday (June 6), 8 pm. $35-$45. See listing. 416-973-4000. Rating: NNN
The young Korean-American playwright Young Jean Lee has confronted race, gender and genre before in her fascinating shows The Shipment and Untitled Feminist Project, both of which played at World Stage.
Now comes Straight White Men, which, as its cheeky title suggests, touches directly on the idea of white male privilege and entitlement. Its a fascinating name, and begs the question: Couldnt most plays being produced in North America be called that? Dont SWM have enough depictions in TV, film and theatre?
Perhaps, but sometimes it takes an outsider to have a fresh perspective on an old, entrenched topic.
Performed on a realistic set thats surely the most naturalistic ever to take up space at the Fleck Dance Theatre complete with family room La-Z-Boy, shag carpet, off-white leather (or vinyl?) sofa and coffee table sturdy enough for feet resting, beer bottles and a well-thumbed X-Box controller the 90-minute show takes place over the Christmas holidays in the home of Ed (veteran character actor Richard Riehle), a retired engineer, and his three sons. My Three Sons: get it?
The brothers, edging towards middle age, are a mixed bunch. In order of increasing age, theres Drew (Frank Boyd), a novelist and professor, Jake (Patch Darragh), a hard-nosed banker, and Matt (Scott Shepherd), whos moved back home with his widowed dad and is working as a temp at a socially-conscious organization.
The three play around, high five, brag, boast, bond and gently humiliate each other… the kind of things straight bros, even literal ones, tend to do. But when one of them breaks down over an informal Christmas dinner of Chinese take-out (eaten directly from cartons, naturally), the equilibrium in the family is upset. And suddenly there’s the opportunity for some genuine self-examination.
Lees play is skillful and funny in bringing up lots of questions about how to navigate, with appropriate sensitivity, the various minefields of identity politics. Nowhere is that clearer than in an early scene in which the boys play a game called Privilege, a bastardized version of Monopoly. It was apparently the brainchild of their mother, who remains a frustratingly mysterious presence who hovers over the play.
My problem is, I dont really believe these characters. I dont believe that a group of straight white men approaching middle age would know, for instance, alternative lyrics to the musical Oklahoma. I dont believe that certain information that comes out in the play wouldnt already be known by the others. I dont believe the four men would eat a pie without plates. (What are they, frat boys?) The entire point of the play feels contrived.
But perhaps this is what Lees getting at.
Despite solid performances, especially by Shepherd (who was so good in the Wooster Groups Vieux Carre a couple of years ago), and Darragh, the most fascinating parts of the play are the moments between the scenes, when stagehands who include a black woman and a man with an earring come on and tidy up the room.
Here are several extended examples of other people cleaning up the messes of straight white men. Same as it ever was.