There’s no one way to define the “American Dream.” And the nature of that will depend on who is trying to access that dream’s nuance.
Take Tim Finnegan for instance. His answer to said dream is serving drinks as a bartender with panache. He leans in deeply to his role as resident everyman with a discerning ear, offering a place where customers often confess sins that were “piling up like a feast.” But as an immigrant, even despite the advantages of his skin color, his American Dream is one in constant deferment.
Not long after we learn that Tim’s skills as a barkeep are no longer welcome, we observe his newest career shift — serving up people to places in the form of human trafficking.
In San Jose Stage’s production of Ronán Noone’s “The Smuggler,” actor Jonathan Rhys Williams is tasked to deliver a lengthy, energetic monologue that offers jilted meter and assonance over 85 harrowing minutes. The action can be tricky to track, and sometimes the material veers into lull territory, but Noone’s writing offers Williams plenty of opportunity to wail all over the stage, playing the audience like a uilleann pipe.
Tim is an affable ol’ cuss, speaking constantly in soft and firm rhymes, showing off his vocal dexterity to the barflies who pull up chairs and sip on pints or some top shelf whiskey in a Massachusetts watering hole. He whips poetic combos off his Irish tongue, pairings which may include brittle, sickle tickle, cucumber and Pinot Noir; clearly, Tim will never be confused with fellow Irish poets such as Joyce or Yeats.
That locale that houses the bar is critical to the tale. The sleepy summer establishment is housed in affluent Amity, the setting for the massive tension crafted between locals and the migrant population due to the fatal car crash of one whose gross recklessness led to his own death. The undocumented survivor in the other vehicle, despite not doing anything wrong except surviving, sets the town in motion to remind folks what it means to be American, casting a pall over all.
Not long after the inciting incident, Tim’s bartending gig, while allowing him to share his full joviality with customers, eventually disappears, providing his wife Tina a chance to offer a not-so-subtle reminder of responsibilities as man of the house. She clearly states her lack of desire for their potential entry into “white trash” territory. “Timothy,” as she calls him when she’s full of rage, needs to step up and make some quick magic and a quicker buck happen. Their reputation and their small tyke’s appetite are counting on something to turn around, and fast.
The play finds its footing as it moves through space and reaches more urgent levels, with bartending giving way to trafficking. As he wends his way through the perilous story, Williams continuously discovers the sweet balance between telling the tale and crafting tension, making the recollection more effective. Director Johnny Moreno is keenly aware of the rhythms that Williams possesses, and exploits those neatly.
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Source:: The Mercury News – Entertainment
