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A CurtainUp Los Angeles Review
A Word or Two
By Jon Magaril
The Oscar, Tony, and Emmy winner may be North America's best purveyor of old barnstorming grandiloquence, but he soft-pedals it here with sly self-mockery. As a result, he offers up his life story as a divertissement fit for a literary salon. The eighty-four year-old may have considered naming the piece "Words, Words, Words." After all, it's a salute to the key role literature has played during every phase of his life. And quoting Hamlet would make sense, since the renowned actor describes making his first professional splash as the melancholy Dane. He leads instead with a mock modesty that smartly scales back our expectations. After all, A Word or Two rarely has an overt emotion or two. Plummer offers himself up as a humble vassal to the likes of Lewis Carroll, Charles Dickens, and Rudyard Kipling who gave comfort during his painful boyhood, buffeted by his parents' divorce. Soon, Wilde and others became the vessels by which he transformed himself into a jaded gentleman about as "shy as a hand grenade." His voice takes on force and resonance while delivering Shakespeare, Shaw and American Nobel Laureate Archibald MacLeish. The writers proffered him the platform to rise into the pantheon of revered contemporary actors and he repays the favor here by doing his level best not to steal focus. Plummer may get plummy when quoting cleverness. He lets the more profound work speak for itself. Des McAnuff's lovely production matches Plummer's performance. Robert Brill's artful set design places a plume of books up center, like a winding stairway to heady paradise. A lecturn, a wood frame evoking a church's stained glass window, even a director's chair all lend an ethereal grace in their natural hues and elegant lines under Michael Walton's warm lighting. Sean Nieuwenuis's text-based video design makes literal the ultimate truth of Plummer's sense of self. Here stands that increasingly endangered creature: a man of letters. This autobiography isn't particularly soul-stirring, but for seventy-five minutes one gets to breathe rarified air. It's a privilege to be in his presence.
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