Mia Farrow and Brian Dennehy Open ‘Love Letters’ on Broadway: REVIEW

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If you have any doubts that a play with two actors sitting behind a table, scripts-in-hand, can capture the imagination, you can check them at the door of Broadway’s Brooks Atkinson Theatre, where a charming revival of A.R. Gurney’s 1988 epistolary romance Love Letters opened Thursday night. In the hands of stage and screen vets Brian Dennehy and Mia Farrow, the story of two people trading their lives in letters is sweetly engaging, often hilarious and ultimately moving (if a bit sentimental).

Love Letters2A finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Drama, Gurney’s play is a draw for busy, big-name actors, given its simple format. The current revival, directed by Gregory Mosher and scheduled to run through mid-February, will welcome Carol Burnett, Angelica Houston, Alan Alda and Martin Sheen among others, with different actors rotating in every few weeks.

Andrew and Melissa begin the play as neighborhood kids exchanging short missives that sound much like passed notes in class. It’s mid-1930s New England and both are from well-off families who ship them to boarding schools. As they grow into teenagers and young adults, their relationship becomes something of an awkward long-distance romance between best friends. Melissa is precocious and artistic, often including sketches in her letters alongside complaints of how she loathes writing them. Andy, on the other hand, comes alive with pen in hand and loves nothing more than composing personal messages and to no one more than Melissa.

As correspondence between the two multiplies, the play offers a broader meditation on the nature of personal connection. Entering their college years, Andy and Melissa reach a point where they feel they know each other better on paper than in person. Replace their handwritten notes with emails, texts and OKCupid messages, and the question that sits between them has seldom seemed more relevant. How do we communicate ourselves in words, and what sort of substitute is disembodied text for proximity? Or intimacy? Also: Why hasn’t he texted me back?!

Love Letters1 Ms. Farrow brings a saucy vulnerability to her performance that’s a pleasure to watch, particularly during Melissa’s years as a flippant and often foul-mouthed teenager. A well of emotions never seems far from the surface, however tough an exterior Melissa may present in her letters—as when she makes a throwaway remark, for example, about being sexually abused by her stepfather. As Melissa grows into an increasingly hapless woman, Farrow brings a harried desperation bubbling to the surface.

Mr. Dennehy has a stalwart presence that fills the stage even as he sits still. Though necessarily less expressive in his performance than Ms. Farrow, the celebrated Broadway regular gives solid yet sensitive voice to an upstanding, openhearted and loving man with a knack for words and a candle burning for his errant companion.

While Gurney’s play is inventively simple and a joy to watch, the dusty gender norms it leans on in the end betray its age. Ultimately, it’s Melissa's life that falls apart, while Andy enjoys a successful political career and a stable family. The play’s final moments also take a self-consciously sentimental turn that teenage Melissa, particularly, would find hard to swallow. But outdated sentiments are a fixture of every old letter, and that doesn't make them any less transporting.  

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  1. richard says

    “Ultimately, it’s Melissa’s life that falls apart, while Andy enjoys a successful political career and a stable family.”

    That sounds like a huge spoiler. Why would you write that?

  2. James in Hollywood says

    This is a nit, but the names of Carol Burnett and Anjelica Huston are misspelled. Sorry it bugs me so, but it does.

  3. throwslikeagirl says

    James in Hollywood, it bugs you so because it should. Towleroad is journalism, as surely as The Washington Post or The New Yorker. Simple proofreading and fact-checking are the tools of the trade. I’m often irritated by errors I find online that I’d never find in print media. This happens frequently on Towleroad, although I enjoy this site for it’s content and point of view very much. It’s irresponsible and can’t help but make me question the writer and the blog’s journalistic integrity. Richard, I also didn’t appreciate the plot spoiler.

  4. DANNY says

    “I’m often irritated by errors I find online that I’d never find in print media.”

    “although I enjoy this site for IT’S content and point of view very much”

    Thanks for coming out CRISPY.

  5. throwslikeagirl says

    Ha! Thanks for catching MY typo, Danny! Mea culpa. Yup, we all make mistakes. I laugh when I think of how many times I proofread that, too. Karma, I suppose. Still, I stand by my point. BTW, I really am who I say I am. I don’t know any “Crispy”.

  6. UFFDA says

    Someone needs to write a two part play like this between a Muslim father and daughter who write sensitive letters like this…until the daughter is accused of infidelity or premarital sex or lesbianism and their relationship become strained and accusatory with denials and anger until the father turning to the daughter on stage shoots her in the head.

    It’s time to use the expressive freedoms of the West to mock and shame and shock the f**k out of the Muslim world.