Alison Croggon – MTC: Doubt 11 April 2006

It is almost impossible to think about Doubt without being aware of the context in which it is written – that is, post-9/11 America. John Patrick Shanley’s play is the first in a proposed trilogy that examines troubling dimensions of contemporary US society. And it obviously struck a few chords: it’s garnered rave reviews and is the most decorated play on Broadway, with 24 awards to its name.

However, outside this context it’s hard not to feel a little puzzled by this reception. There are things to admire in Doubt, to be sure; it’s a skilful piece of playwriting, sparely written and solidly structured. But there’s no getting away from the fact that it’s a very old fashioned play, a naturalistic, linear drama that wouldn’t have raised eyebrows 40 years ago. One can’t help wondering if American theatre is really as conservative as this play seems to demonstrate.

Julian Meyrick’s production is perfectly adequate to the writing, presenting the play as cleanly as possible; although, perhaps inevitably, it can’t quite escape the smell of mothballs. Stephen Curtis’ set is atmospheric and efficient, and beautifully lit, and there is little to complain about in the performances, which are honed by a previous season in Sydney. We are given a perfectly respectable example of well-made drama.

Doubt is set in a Catholic school in New York in the 1960s, where the principal, Sister Aloysius (Jennifer Flowers) is certain that a young priest, Father Flynn (Christopher Gambardi) is sexually abusing one of her pupils, Donald Muller, who also happens to be the school’s first black student. Aloysius shanghais the innocent young nun Sister James (Alison Bell) into keeping an eye on Flynn, and when Sr James reports that Muller has returned from a private visit with Flynn upset and with his breath smelling of alcohol, Aloysius thinks that she has got her man.

Doubt is one of those finely judged dramatic arguments in which is it possible to empathise with every point of view, and the question of doubt plays in several ways through the characters.

In Aloysius, doubt is a double-edged quality: she lectures the young Sr James on the necessity of scepticism, while entertaining within herself no doubts about the guilt of the priest. Aloysius, played by Flowers with a nuanced crustiness, has all the best lines: she does a good line in dry wit. And in Flowers’ powerful portrayal you can see the concern that underlies her reign of terror over her charges: she has no time for sentiment because it’s a cruel and unfair world out there. Her harshness is a symptom of how keenly she feels the responsibility of her position.

In the same way, one can see the justice of Aloysius’ admonition to Sr James that innocence is irresponsible, while deploring how she strips the younger teacher of all her joy in her vocation. The young teacher is anguished by Aloysius’s deliberate shattering of her hopeful world; she cannot live with the doubt that keeps her awake at night, and chooses after some struggle to believe the priest, who has perfectly innocent explanations for his behaviour. Fr Flynn himself, a representative of the younger, hipper Vatican II as opposed to the old-fashioned values Aloysius represents, clearly has doubts about his own conduct, but on the other hand is smugly secure that the male hierarchy of the Church will protect him from Aloysius’ accusations.

Flynn himself is both charming, the image of a young, popular teacher, and a smugly sexist bully. Christopher Gabardi gives him, one suspects, a touch less subtlety than he might; his was the one performance of the night that had a feeling of limited repertoire. The audience is never given any clue whether Flynn is guilty or not of the crimes he is accused of, which supposedly leaves us exquisitely poised on the horns of dilemma.

Doubt is a play artfully designed to produce exactly the kind of discussion I have just given it, which is I think a large part of its problem. Shanley outlines his theme, illustrates it from several angles through his characters, and leaves the audience to decide for themselves… The point (he)

is making is that doubt has value, and, most importantly, that doubt can be a means of binding a community.

This is ultimately a soft-centred view of doubt that perhaps appeals to the post 9/11 liberal American community which is, after all, dealing with an excess of certainty among its political leaders. This glosses over a lot, to my mind: though to be fair Shanley himself subtitles the play “A Parable” and in the play has Fr Flynn comment: “You make up little stories to illustrate. In the tradition of the parable … What actually happens in life is beyond interpretation. The truth makes for a bad sermon. It tends to be confusing and have no clear conclusion.” Which is all very well, but doesn’t really explain the strange hollowness that was, for me, the play’s major after-effect: a sense that the more I thought about it, the less there was to think about.

– Alison Croggon

http://www.stateart.com.au/sota/reviews/default.asp?fid=4105

See http://www.mtc-nyc.org/Doubt/press.htm for (mostly rave) reviews