Por Charlene Baldridge
In 1880, Henry James came forth with a novel, at first in serial form, titled “Washington Square.” In subsequent adaptations for the stage and screen, the story was titled “The Heiress” and concerned a socially gauche young woman whose physician father was abusive, widowed and wealthy. When love came along and his daughter insisted on marrying an impecunious young man, the good doctor threatened to disinherit her. The young man, he declared, was after her money.
Readers may remember the 1949 multiple Academy Award-winning fllm with Ralph Richardson, Olivia de Havilland and Montgomery Clift.
Through June 21, the Old Globe presents a more recent take on the original James novel, playwright Victoria Stewart’s “Rich Girl,” which turns the tables on James in many ways. Highly successful as a television financial wizard (think Suze Orman) and author, the man-hating Eve Walker (Meg Gibson) has raised an ungainly, socially inept daughter named Claudine (Lauren Blumenfeld) to adulthood. Claudine has zero self-esteem. A wise and witty confidant of both mother and daughter is Maggie (Carolyn Michelle Smith), who lives more in their mansion than in her own apartment.
As an underpaid intern in her mother’s empire and a representative of her mother’s charitable foundation, Claudine meets a handsome young theater director seeking grant money to save his foundering troupe. She turns down the grant request; nonetheless, to use the trite expression, Henry (JD Taylor) sweeps Claudine off her feet. Soon, they are engaged. Eve does everything she can to prevent the marriage and thwart the relationship, including taking Claudine away for a mother/daughter Africa safari, after which she produces legal documents disinheriting Claudine should she marry Henry. She is the control freak parent from hell.
Stewart stops short of making Eve or any of the four characters stereotypical. Instead, the playwright, abetted by the canny and empathetic direction of James Vásquez, leaves onlookers to make their own judgments; one supposes those judgments are based on individual life experience, the exercise of common sense, and the degree of romantic illusion. Just as Claudine at the moment of denouement, we are deliciously torn between one and the other.
Seldom does one see a more integrated company. Blumenfeld is adorably insecure; Gibson walks the line between caring and crassness; Smith imbues her character with genuine warmth; and Taylor is wondrously, winningly handsome and inscrutable.
“Rich Girl” is the most satisfyingly turned-out production in a long while. Do not miss it.
—Charlene Baldridge has been writing about the arts since 1979. You can follow her blog at charlenebaldridge.com or reach her at [email protected].