August 30, 1995
Even after repeated viewings, I'm always happy to see how well
N. Richard Nash's romantic comedy The Rainmaker holds
up. Plays these days, by design I might add, don't seem
to be this terrifically concerned with structure and plot.
Maybe it's a refraction of our increasingly fragmented
society. Or maybe it's just because all playwrights are
schizophrenic anymore. You tell me. But plays as tightly
woven and linearly coherent as
don't see the light of theatrical day too much anymore.
And, as proof of its cumulative power, I offer in evidence my
very own tears at the curtain. I may be schizophrenic
but I'm still such a sap.
For those of you who've never
seen this show, or just wanna see it again, the south Park
Theatre production, under the skilled and compelling direction
of Rick Campbell, is the perfect opportunity to do so.
Featuring the uniformly strong work by its cast, this
Rainmaker knows which
buttons to push and just how far to go. Leading the
charge is Lynne Franks as Lizzie Curry, resolutely
underplaying the role's available pathos and creating, in the
process, a moving portrait of a complex and melancholy woman.
John Imro's Starbuck is all bluster and promise, Allan
Nesvisky is every inch the compassionate father HC, Dale
Irvin's seemingly harsh Noah is laced with love and concern
for his sister and Jay Paul Smith is a big audience favorite
as the sweetly stupid brother Jim.