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</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sentimentality is
a many splintered thing. We tend to dismiss those stories that have too much of
it as hoakey and inconsequential. I suspect that when negative criticisms are
leveled against a play or a movie because of its fluff content, the problem is
often at least as much to be found in the performance as it is in the writing.
When actors wallow too much in teary mush, it’s no doubt a reflection of the
director’s vision.<o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But like cholesterol, there’s the good <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>kind and the bad kind of sentimentality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Alfred Uhry’s play, “Driving Miss Daisy,”
which won the 1988 Pulitzer for drama, and became an Oscar-winning movie (best
picture) in 1989, is dripping with the good stuff – authentically heartwarming,
not heart clogging. In directing the current Canton Players Guild Theatre
production of the play, Dennis O’Connell has effectively seen to it that his
actors keep their characters credible while not drowning in their own syrup.<o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So who are the
characters? The play opens just as Miss Daisy Werthen, a septuagenarian Jewish
widow in Atlanta, has crashed her spanking new 1948 Packard into the neighbor’s
garage. This is a last- straw incident, prompting her prosperous businessman
son, Boolie, to hire for her a black chauffeur, Hoke Coleburn, to take over all
driving duties. Daisy vigorously resists at first, but after she reluctantly
gives in, her tolerance of Hoke progressively blossoms into full-fledged trust
and friendship over the next 25 years. <o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In keeping with the
aim of the Players Guild ‘Stripped Away’ series of productions on its intimate
arena stage, everything about this production is well designed for maximum
dramatic affect with a minimum of special effect: a few pieces of furniture; a
backdrop of painted panels (designed by Joshua Erichsen) that alternately
suggest fancy wallpaper and an elegant garden; and a car comprised of two
chairs facing forward.<o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The character of
Boolie is not just a superficial adjunct to the story. To that role, Scotland
Gallo brings impressive substance – a warm mix of Southern gallantry,
generosity, and compassion. He’s convincingly authentic, too, when conflicted
between his Southern liberal Jewish world-view and an invitation to attend a
dinner for Martin Luther King. <o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Marci Paolucci
(Miss Daisy) and Marvin L. Mallory (Hoke) are, separately and together,
astonishing beyond words (but that never stopped me before). Paolucci’s
heartrending transformation from the imperious and dictatorial Daisy at the
beginning, the gradual dissipation of her fierce pride and independence, through
to the completely thawed, docile, and loving woman in the nursing home at the
end, is a riveting theatrical marvel to behold. Likewise, Mr. Mallory is a
powerhouse of subtlety as he paints a compelling portrait of deference,
dignity, feisty patience and affection, all tempered with an insistence that he
be regarded as more than an anonymous servant, more than some “….back of the
neck you look at while you goin’ wherever you want to go.”<o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For as much as what these people say is
certainly important, it’s how they say it that fuels their 25 year-long drive
together with such palpable grace – with powerful facial expressivity and body
language, right down to their progressively hunched backs and weary gaits.<o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here, then, is a
truly stellar display of masterful stagecraft. The cast clearly respects this
script, which <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>transcends artificial
symbols, or gratuitous preaching on the era of racial divide wherein the story
unfolds. Instead, they generously present real, breathing people, taking us on
a memorable ride through the tender and coarse vicissitudes of their own mortality.
And, except for the hopelessly cynical and stone-hearted among you, I guarantee
good sentiment will out, and tears will be shed.<o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
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</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Driving Miss Daisy,
THROUGH MAY 6, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>at the Players Guild
William G. Fry Theatre, 1001 Market Ave. North, in Canton. Shows are Friday and
Saturday 8 pm, and Sunday at 2:30 pm. All tickets $11, available at<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></font><a href="http://www.playersguildtheatre.com/"><font face="Calibri">www.playersguildtheatre.com</font></a><font face="Calibri">
or (330) 453 – 7617<o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
</div><div style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For other reviews
and commentaries by Tom Wachunas on the visual and performing arts in the
greater Canton area, please visit his blog, ARTWACH, at </font><a href="http://www.artwach.blogspot.com/"><font face="Calibri">www.artwach.blogspot.com</font></a><font face="Calibri"> <o:p></o:p></font></div><div>
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