It is hard to find a play that is more relevant in a revival than in its original context; The House of Blue Leaves may be the exception. Today, Americans endorse celebrity culture. Our fascination with famous individuals couldn’t be more blatant. The multimedia and technological resources are endless, making access to these people effortless.
The House of Blue Leaves centers on Pope Paul VI’s visit to New York in 1965 and the commotion created by his presence. Artie, a zookeeper and failed cinematic songwriter, lives in a shabby Brooklyn apartment with his bipolar wife, Bananas (a perfect name because she’s barking mad). Artie’s girlfriend, Bunny, is constantly encouraging him to keep working on his music and eventually leave Bananas. With intentions motivated by a desire for fame, their decisions produce chaos and disaster. As conflict explodes, a dark undertone becomes more apparent. The ending is bittersweet; a hint of hope emerges from a sinister situation. Dynamic characters and an unexpected relevance to our celebrity-obsessed world transform a decent production into a brilliant one.
It is simply ironic that three recognizable actors star in a production in which characters are driven by a compulsion for fame. Ben Stiller portrays Artie with the disposition of Willy Loman, while adding a hint of comedy. To amp up excitement for Stiller, the first few scenes are carefully blocked, hiding Stiller’s face until absolutely necessary. In fact, we see Jennifer Jason Leigh’s face before Stiller’s, suggesting that his reveal is more important than the scene. However, Leigh demands attention as an enthusiastic and energetic Bunny, keeping the audience alert with exceptional comedic timing. Edie Falco cleverly portrays Bananas. Her depiction of insanity is especially convincing, and despite disconcerting behavior, Falco establishes an empathetic connection to the audience.
The House of Blue Leaves no doubt draws in a large crowd due to Stiller, Falco, and Leigh. One question comes to mind: Could this production stand alone, without the celebrities? It is my opinion that applicable content and the presence of fame fuse together creating a clever show that is self-reflective. Watching celebrities play characters desperate to be famous subtly produces speculation. Audiences are tactfully challenged to critically examine the world around them.