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© 1996 The
Associated Press
Regional
Theater Review: 'Slaughterhouse-Five' in Chicago
By
Michael Kuchwara
AP Drama Critic
Chicago.
Billy Pilgrim, the time-traveling hero of Kurt Vonnegut's
anti-war novel Slaughterhouse-Five
faces a most dangerous journey - from page to stage.
In
''Slaughterhouse-Five,'' it is a bumpy trip for the
aptly named mental case, Billy Pilgrim. Adapter and
director Eric Simonson has set himself a nearly impossible
task. Vonnegut's darkly humorous novel is dramatic,
but it is not overtly theatrical. Billy's split-second
reveries, which span time and space, often don't take
up more than a page in the novel. On stage, they become
a series of choppy, confusing remembrances.
There
is little time for character development. Even Billy
is not much more than a cipher. Poor Rick Snyder, who
plays the benign Billy, seems bewildered as the character
recalls his life - from growing up in upstate New York
to his involvement in World War II, particularly the
firebombing of Dresden. The destruction of one of Europe's
most beautiful cities is the focal point of the Vonnegut
novel. Here, it seems just one of many incidents that
crowd the stage.
Yet
Billy's post-war existence in suburban America is steeped
in caricature. The man's domestic life, with his simple-minded
wife and later his nagging daughter, can't get past
sitcom obvious.
Other
members of the large cast have trouble making their
presences known. Only Robert Breuler, who serves as
the evening's genial narrator, makes much of an impression.
He bridges the play's wildly divergent story lines as
Billy survives a plane crash in Vermont and a UFO journey
to the planet Tralfamadore.
Whatever
theatricality there is in ''Slaughterhouse-Five'' comes
from its marvelous physical production designed by Neil
Patel and lighted by Scott Zielinski. It's dark and
menacing, suggesting not only a slaughterhouse but,
among other things, the boxcars that carry Billy and
his cohorts through a war-torn Germany.
Steppenwolf
has a history of presenting literary adaptations, most
spectacularly Frank Galati's stage incarnation of John
Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. ''Slaughterhouse-Five''
is just as ambitious, but not in the same league. Fans
of the novel may find some pleasure in seeing the play
as kind of a live-action souvenir. At least they will
be able to fill in the blanks. Others may be scratching
their heads wondering what the fuss over Vonnegut's
fantasy is all about.
©
1996 The
Associated Press
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