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October 08, 2022

Theatre: The Normal Heart

InDaily InReview

State Theatre Company’s excellent revival of Larry Kramer’s incendiary account of the early years of the AIDS crisis in New York is a compelling reminder of another epidemic where some are timely and heroic in their response, while others choose to look away.

Reviewed by Murray Bramwell

The writer and social critic, Susan Sontag called him one of America’s most valuable troublemakers. Larry Kramer was the founder of the Gay Men’s Health Crisis, the first organisation formed to respond specifically to the insidious medical calamity that became known as AIDS.

Kramer, a screenwriter, novelist and playwright, also wrote The Normal Heart, a stage play – part polemic, part chronicle, elegy and psalm to the gay community in New York between 1981 and 1984. Tony Kushner, who later wrote the Pulitzer-winning Angels in America in 1993 said The Normal Heart changed his world- “He changed the world for all of us.”

The play is energised by impatience, outrage, terror and grief as the central character, Ned Weeks (an acerbic version of Kramer himself) does battle with medicos, the Mayor’s office, The New York Times, his associates in the gay movement and, frequently, himself, as he tries to warn those around him that there’s a plague abroad that is killing them, almost before they know it.

In this memorable State Theatre Company production, skilfully directed by Dean Bryant, Kramer’s play is given fresh impact and relevance as we consider the parallel tensions between medical and political considerations, between science and social expediency, in our present COVID pandemic.

But it is also a disturbing reminder of the indifference and neglect that characterised the first responses to AIDS in the 1980s. Kramer documents the daily reality of diagnosis and decline, the paranoia and recrimination, and the guilt and self-doubt, which threatened to extinguish the first glimmerings of gay pride.

Designer Jeremy Allen’s spacious, detailed set features high windows on stage right looking into a medical clinic where grimly silent consultations are seen taking place, to the left is an apartment with furniture, a desk and lamp. These are smoothly reconfigured for a variety of scene changes. At the back, behind glass, is a book collection, warmly lit – as is the entire production, by the excellent Nigel Levings. The effect is imposing but the grandeur is undermined by peeling paint and lack of upkeep; threadbare New York in the 1980s.

The music composed by Hilary Kleinig, and performed live onstage by cellist Clara Gillam-Grant and Michael Griffiths on piano, subtly punctuates the action- all effortlessly integrated in Andrew Howard’s sound design.

There are some outstanding performances. Ainsley Melham as Felix, Ned’s newly found lover, powerfully navigates the steep downward path from a carefree life as a fashion writer for the New York Times to discovering the first purple lesion and the debilitating spiral of failing chemo treatments, suffering and despair.

As Mickey and Bruce, Evan Lever and Matt Hyde are reminders of the double life of closeted discretion facing gay professionals in the 80s. Mickey is a medical writer working for the government, Bruce works for Citibank – speaking out means fear of self-disclosure, a price that draws only impatience and derision from confrontationists like Ned.

Mark Saturno is first-rate as Ned’s steadfast but sometimes mystified elder brother Ben. He is needled and tested by Ned, but despite their stubborn, silent standoffs Ben never abandons him. Kramer is writing his own brother in this character and Saturno gives him vivid precision.

In other roles, Anthony Nicola brings a sometimes faltering Southern drawl to Tommy Boatwright, the pacifying mediator in the activist group who comes to the fore when Mickey has a meltdown. Michael Griffiths as Hiram, is the yes man to the Mayor, and A.J.Pate contributes as Craig, the first of the group to succumb to the illness, and Grady, the junior volunteer running errands.

A key role is that of Dr Emma Brookner, the medical specialist who is treating a rapid succession of seriously ill young men and also advocating the need for research data and funding from reluctant and evasive authorities.

Played with stoic kindness and unerring intelligence by Emma Jones, her scenes with Ned are highlights, as is her fiery speech, addressed direct to the audience, demanding reasons why she has been refused recognition as a lead researcher. It is one of several spirited denunciations of prevarication that Kramer builds into his polemic and Jones was deservedly greeted with audience cheers at its completion.

At the centre of The Normal Heart is the character of Ned Weeks. State Artistic Director Mitchell Butel takes the lead role and makes it his own. It is a compelling portrait of Ned as abrasive, outspoken, and confident in his convictions but he also finds in Kramer’s text the vulnerability, self-doubt and distrust in himself – and ambivalence with aspects of the Fire Island gay lifestyle of that time. Butel keeps Ned (and Kramer’s) mercurial questionings intriguing and engaging, even as he captures the impulsive and often neurotic undertones in them. As with the other performers, Bryant’s direction has given him space to explore and discover.

The Normal Heart takes its title from a poem by W.H.Auden, written on the day war was declared in 1939. It is a play which deals in fears and portents and it narrates a history which ends in 1985. Thirty seven years later we know more of the story and how some of it ended. This production, performed, as Dean Bryant observes in his notes – by “queer artists (and their joyous allies) “ is a celebration of tangible progress, but is also a sombre reminder of grievous failures of response, respect and justice. The lesson, as Auden famously wrote, is inescapable – “We must love one another or die.”

The Normal Heart is playing at the Dunstan Theatre, Adelaide Festival Centre until October 15.

InDaily, October 6, 2022.

Theatre review: The Normal Heart

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