Preview From the Bridge

by Samual G. Freedman
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With that query in mind, the Times dispatched me in March 1985 to the Goodman while Mosher was directing Mamet’s adaptation of The Cherry Orchard. We spent a lot of time talking about Studs Lonigan, the great and long-forgotten trilogy by James T. Farrell about Chicago’s Irish Catholic working class. Mosher had an appreciation for a novel that was earthy and tough and a million miles from hip. The kind of theater that Mosher and Mamet created at the Goodman was true to the literary tradition of Farrell.

Mosher came to New York in August 1985, hired to resuscitate the two nonprofit theaters at Lincoln Center, the Mitzi E. Newhouse and the Vivian Beaumont, which had been almost entirely dark for the preceding four years. Their previous artistic director, Richmond Crinkley, had claimed that, architecturally, the venues were not viable. Dubious though Crinkley’s contention was, the Lincoln Center theaters had in the past defied even the legendary Joseph Papp.

In short order, Mosher had both theaters lit and busy, and his tenure at Lincoln Center saw the “Woza Afrika!” festival of South African plays, a splendid revival of John Guare’s House of Blue Leaves, and more Mamet.

Over the past five years, Mosher, who is Professor of Professional Practice in Theater Arts at Columbia and director of the Columbia Arts Initiative, has brought Peter Brook and Václav Havel to the University. Through the Arts Initiative, he also has continued a personal tradition begun at the Goodman and Lincoln Center: making theater affordable to students. “The $10 tickets were for everyone, not just students,” Mosher recalled. “But the idea is the same — where are the next audiences coming from? Columbia is a part of that search.”

With A View From the Bridge, Mosher has supplied an ideal destination for that search. I’ve seen probably 350 plays in my lifetime, and I have powerful memories of the 1983 revival of Bridge with Tony Lo Bianco. Yet, when the curtain came down on the final preview of Mosher’s production, I looked at my three companions and we all gasped; Bridge was that good. The stars stayed in character; every supporting role, large or small, had hand-tooled specificity; and the director’s fierce attention to word and action, especially the currents of sexual tension, saved Miller from his own weakness for preachiness.

Two mornings later, when the reviews appeared, Mosher remained nearly as inconspicuous as he’d been in the lobby that night. Ben Brantley in the New York Times and John Lahr in the New Yorker led a unanimous chorus of praise. They extolled the cast — Schreiber, Johansson, Jessica Hecht, Michael Cristofer — and they upwardly revised their opinion of the 50-year-old play.

As for the director, he received maybe a clause. Which, I suspect, was for Mosher, just the right proportion.

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