| A review of this
production appeared in the New York Times edition of Tuesday,
November 9, 1982, written by Richard F. Shepard. Here it is:
The only play in any language this
season that being its story with a hassle over seltzer opened over
the weekend at (where else?) the Folksbiene Playhouse at 122 East
55th Street.
"The
Marriage Contract" is a genuinely funny comedy, one of the few in
Yiddish in which the emphasis is on humorous dialogue and
conscientious characterization. The Folksbiene is in its 68th
season, one of the oldest companies in town, but it still can stir
up a chuckle.
It's no
accident that the show is funny. It is by Ephraim Kishon, the
Israeli humorist. "The Marriage Contract," which is basically a
comedy with some songs thrown in, has been translated from Hebrew
into Yiddish by Israel Beker of the Habima, the Israeli national
theatre. Mr. Beker is also its director, and he keeps the action
moving briskly.
Now about
that seltzer. The centerpiece of the work is a Tel Aviv plumber who
is so demanding of the women in his life that he makes an American
male chauvinist seem a Caspar Milquetoast by comparison. He flies
into a rage when the seltzer bottle he reflexively reaches for on
the table is not there; his wife and daughter have forgotten to buy
a bottle! A sexy widow, a neighbor who has eyes on our hero, saves
the day but also complicates it by bringing in her own bottle of
seltzer, wrapped like champagne in a green napkin.
*
Seltzer
bubbles up as a minor theme throughout. But the main plot concerns
the daughter's betrothal to a priggish young statistician whose
mother insists on seeing the marriage certificate of the daughter's
parents before assenting to a wedding. The problem is that the
parents don't remember getting a certificate; they were married on a
kibbutz where liaisons were not casual, but rituals were. The plot
thickens as the plumber's wife rebels against tyranny and refuses to
marry him again, forcing him to become a suitor and thwarting the
young folks' marriage.
Leon
Liebgold plays the plumber and Zypora Spaisman is the wife. These
are two true veterans of Yiddish theatre, he having played romantic
leads, and she a genuinely comic, sharp-tongues shrew in years past.
This is the first play in a long time that has put them into lead
roles that have some depth to them, and they both do first-rate
interpretations of their parts. They portray fully developed
characters that are humorous figures and that appeal to our
sympathy. Mr. Liebgold's plumber is a weak man who compensates with
bluster. Miss Spaisman's part takes her from frightened spouse to
reflective, rebellious but loving mate.
*
Ibi
Kaufman strikes just the right note as the daughter, attractive and
lively and strong-minded, but unsure about whom she wants to marry.
Ruth T. Kaminska brings much humor to her part as the intrusive,
obviously designing widow. I.W. Firestone is the very essence of
stuffiness as the mother-ridden statistician, while Sandy Levitt
captures the earthiness of a young, free-wheeling kibbutz secretary.
"The
Marriage Broker," for which you should know Yiddish because the only
help you get is an English synopsis in the program, is by no means
Noel Coward, but then he only worked in seltzer in drawing-room
surroundings, never in Tel Aviv. |