The Good Thief - An Elixir presentation of a play in one act by Conor McPherson.

 

By JOEL HIRSCHHORN

February 5, 2003

 

Brian d'Arcy James is offering an exciting reprise of his 2001 Obie award-winning performance in the Los Angeles premiere of "The Good Thief." Written with cold, cutting honesty by Conor McPherson ("The Weir"), this one-man showcase enables James to prove how expert criminals are at rationalizing, and how rarely they view themselves as villains. His forceful, unflinching expose of a murderer's mind embraces these ambiguities, deriving impact from McPherson's spare, brutally blunt dialogue. The finest aspect of this searingly straightforward portrayal is the actor's refusal to rely on charm, gimmickry or over-the-top evil.

James plays a paid Irish thug, hired by boss Joe Murray to "scare" people, set fire to places and shoot if necessary. Nursing hatred for Murray, who has stolen his girlfriend Greta, he nevertheless agrees to a seemingly simple job. It goes disastrously wrong, resulting in an orgy of violence. James (never named as a character) flees from the law and mob vengeance with the dead victim's wife and daughter.

Details of their efforts to evade capture keep suspense escalating. The plot is effective and functional, but not remarkable, nor are the story twists a major surprise. McPherson's triumph is creating a character both repellent and understandable. James establishes this character through a combination of rage and dark humor; he shows jealousy by baring his teeth and biting into the line "I hate people with skills."

The star varies his speech patterns without overemphasis, pushing ahead with rapid-fire intensity, then pulling back. The effect, thanks in part to Carl Forsman's dynamic direction, is that of shining a flashlight on the protagonist's mind and revealing all his jumbled, contradictory thoughts.

A few plot strands feel uncomfortable. Much is made of James' obsessive devotion to Greta, but her personality is both remote and sleazy. Even granting that love makes no logical sense, the attachment never pays off emotionally for the viewer. McPherson builds a moving relationship between James and a fellow prisoner, and when the two are forced to separate, James projects much deeper and more painful longings for his friend than for the faithless Greta.

Play's ending, which suggests redemption and makes a bid for sympathy, violates the hard-hitting spirit of the piece. But James handles this sentimentality with such a sense of belief that he compels us to share his feelings. Flashing a sudden, unsettlingly radiant smile, one he has withheld throughout the evening, the actor breaks into tears of remorse as his buried humanity forces its way to the surface.

Josh Bradford's lighting skillfully records every shifting mood. Sound by Stefan Jacobs is low-key, ominous and perfectly positioned to foreshadow the final tragedy.

Sets, Nathan Heverin; costumes, Theresa Squire; sound, Stefan Jacobs; lights, Josh Bradford. Opened and reviewed Jan. 25, 2003; closes Feb. 23. Running time: 60 MIN.