Reviewed by: Mr. Bundy Claudia Barnett Mr. Bundy. By Jane Martin. Actors Theatre of Louisville, Bingham Theatre. 14 March 1998. Click for larger view View full resolution Figure 1. Catherine (Stephanie Zimbalist), Cassidy (Margaret Streeter), and Robert (Mark Schulte) in the Actors Theatre of Louisville’s production of Jane Martin’s Mr. Bundy, directed by Jon Jory. Photo: Richard Trigg. Mr. Bundy shares its topical subject matter with Paula Vogel’s How I Learned to Drive (see Jill Dolan’s review in Theatre Journal 50.1: 127–28). Vogel’s complex and troublingly sympathetic child molester, Uncle Peck, is replaced, however, by a simplistically sympathetic, harmless old man, and consenting, alluring Li’l Bit is instead an absolutely innocent eight-year-old girl. In fact, the audience can hardly imagine Mr. Bundy, white-haired and stoop-shouldered, molesting anyone—or spunky Cassidy Ferreby allowing it. And that’s the point. Whereas in Vogel’s play the bystanders form a Greek Chorus, a cast of clowns, in Martin’s they fight the serious battles. Cassidy’s parents are informed by a scruffy trucker and his leopard-clad wife that their next-door neighbor is a convicted child molester. Jimmy Ray and Tianna Bosun insist that the Ferrebys organize the neighbors and run Mr. Bundy out of town. Their arguments play on everyone’s worst fears, leaving the Ferrebys in a quandary. Mr. Bundy seems so nice, and Cassidy adores him. Catherine is a psychologist and trusts Mr. Bundy’s rehabilitation, especially because of his advanced age. Hers is the voice of reason throughout the play, the one who insists that we examine each individual on a case-by-case basis. But the Bosuns have “evidence”: smudged, barely legible copies, as well as their own murdered five-year-old daughter. And they have God. As in Keely and Du, the playwright paints terrifying portraits of right-wing Christians who use un-Christian means to achieve questionable ends. Jimmy Ray, bearded, long-haired, and ominous compared to preppy Robert Ferreby, bullies his way into the Ferreby house one night with “information” about Cassidy’s safety. His dialogue throughout the play is characterized by implied threats and half truths, and his wife Tianna is not much different, though together they form a sort of good cop/bad cop duo. The Bosuns are not-quite-comical stereotypes who, in spite of their methods and mannerisms, manage to capture our (and the Ferrebys’) attention by arousing instinctive fears. Peggity Price struts across the stage in a white party dress, microphone in hand, as Tianna-turned-televangelist, preaching shrilly that “evil” cannot be forgiven. Forgiveness is in the foreground at the Ferreby house, where Catherine attempts to pardon Robert’s extramarital affair and cannot understand his unwillingness likewise to pardon Mr. Bundy. Stephanie Zimbalist and Mark Schulte play the Ferrebys as subdued and uptight; they wear browns and beige, and their clipped dialogue—almost always an argument—has a Mamet-like rhythm. The problem is, these characters talk too much—always a liability with a psychologist on stage. And at some point toward the end, they stop making sense. The Bosuns give them three days to get rid of Mr. Bundy before they will publicly expose him, but Catherine invites him over for coffee as if he will be there next week. They ignore the external threat as their internal world disintegrates. Margaret Streeter plays Cassidy with a disarming innocence; at points her shirt rides up above her waist and, like the child she is, she does not notice. When Cassidy’s parents awaken her at night to assuage their fears, she rolls her eyes and tells them that their questions are “yucky.” She is smarter than they are, knowing less. Director Jon Jory has made excellent production choices, including casting children as stage hands who receive their own curtain call. The many scenes of this play occur in several locations, represented simplistically with tables, chairs, and a couch. Watching children labor with adult furnishings seems fitting. Monologues are spoken throughout the scene changes and the arena stage is never fully dark. The sparseness of the set also lends itself, however, to distracting moments of pantomime, such...
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