‘Port Authority’ weaves an interconnected tale of life, love, and shattered dreams
By HEDY WEISS Theater Critic November 8, 2013 2:20PM
Rob Fenton (background, from left), John Hoogenakker and Patrick Clear star in “Port Authority” at Writers’ Theatre in Glencoe.
When: Through Feb. 16, 2014
Where: Writers’ Theatre at Books on Vernon, 664 Vernon Ave., Glencoe
Tickets : $35-$65
Info: (847) 242-6000;
Run time: 1 hour and 40 minutes, no intermission
Updated: April 14, 2014 4:48PM
Oh those Irishmen. They sure can talk. They sure can write. And when it comes to dealing with matters of failure, repression and self-sabotage, or class tension and alienation, they really are hard to beat, whether fueled by alcohol, tea, or words alone.
In “Port Authority” (the title has nothing to do with the seedy New York bus terminal) playwright Conor McPherson plays on all these themes by way of a series of interwoven monologues for three Irishmen of different generations who are connected only by way of their tattered dreams.
An exercise in pure storytelling (if each monologue were performed straight through it could easily be a short story), the drama also is a formidable challenge for actors whose narration of events, and of their characters’ varying states of mind, depends on their ability to work the language and conjure action through talk.
For his Writers Theatre production of this 2001 play by the author of “The Seafarer” (set for a Seanachai Theatre production at The Den beginning Nov. 29), and “The Shining City” (seen some years ago at the Goodman Theatre), director William Brown has gathered a trio of exceptional performers who easily command the intimate confines of the company’s bookstore space in Glencoe, where a bare, narrow “stage” holds nothing but a stool and a couple of chairs.
Kevin (played by the tall, charming, ginger-haired and almost too handsome Rob Fenton), is the youngest of the three. Though unemployed, he has triumphantly moved out of his parents’ house and into an apartment shared with three others — one of whom, a girl named Claire, he adores, but lacks the confidence to transform from close friend to lover. Instead, he has a fling with an aggressive bar girl, while Claire dates a more confident and polished guy. They all gather at a local pub when The Bangers, a punk band, makes a hash of things, and at a house party that runs amok. The missed connection between the two is ruefully understood by both of them, but that is all.
The man in early middle age is Dermot (John Hoogenakker, a superb actor who can make tension palpable in the muscles of his face alone). Dermot has all the signs of a working-class guy who has just been hired for a big job in finance and feels like a fish out of water when socializing with high-roller corporate types. Ashamed of himself (and of his wife, who he leaves at home when attending a fancy dinner and flying off for a weekend in the U.S.), he self-destructs, with alcohol and more, even before his final humiliation.
And then there is Joe (Patrick Clear, a master of the acting game), a widowed pensioner who is living in a seniors’ home when he receives a small packet containing a photograph from the wife of a neighbor he once became infatuated with, but was terrified to pursue. Joe is the product of a different era — a strongly conservative time in Irish society. And while you feel the repression he lived with, you look at both Kevin and Dermot and wonder whether the dramatic changes in Ireland during the last half century have really brought any greater happiness.
“Port Authority” requires intense listening, and about 10 or 15 minutes less of the play would only strengthen it. But these actors hold you at rapt attention. And McPherson sure can tunnel into the heart and soul of a man.