The Washington Post: All My Sons
A white picket fence is all very well, but that emblem of middle-class aspiration can’t shut out the past. And it’s no defense against moral accountability.Those thoughts might flit through your mind as you watch the Keegan Theatre’s focused, well-paced production of Arthur Miller’s “All My Sons.” Capably directed by Susan Marie Rhea, the drama unfolds on a small-town, back yard set whose stretch of ivory-toned fence seems to underscore the vulnerability of the play’s central characters, the Keller family, to obligations past and present.
In one forceful scene, young World War II veteran Chris Keller (Kevin Hasser) sits on a porch step, talking to his fiancee, Ann (Brianna Letourneau). Just moments ago, the two were shyly reveling in their new love. But now Chris veers into brooding bitterness. His expression darkens; his voice grows angry. Gesturing jerkily with one raised hand, he explains to Ann that, on the military front, a new sense of responsibility seemed to be binding humans together, “man for man.” But, back in the United States, he found that the business “rat race” was ongoing and “nobody was changed at all. Hasser’s performance — including that abrupt but believable shift from happiness to angst — is a strength…
Letourneau does a fine job tempering Ann’s earnest sweetness with gutsiness (she also looks swell in the demure 1940s dresses designed by costumier Erin Nugent). And, in a cameo, Allison Corke supplies a burst of energy and humor as the Kellers’ flaky neighbor Lydia.
Another neighbor, Dr. Jim Bayliss (Peter Finnegan), helps drive home the play’s message about the moral costs of pragmatism and compromise. Once, Jim yearned to do medical research; he then got married and became a family doctor, catering to self-absorbed hypochondriacs. “Now I live in the usual darkness,” he observes, baring his heart to Kate. It is a sign of this production’s effectiveness that, even as we watch a well-lighted stage, we understand what he means.
DATENovember 8, 2012