Dark Clouds Over London Stages

LONDON — Loss and defeat hang heavy over two recent London theater openings: They are entirely different in content but share an emphasis on despair.

In “Blues for an Alabama Sky,” the American play from Pearl Cleage now in a revelatory production at the National Theater, inhabitants of 1930s New York yearn for a better, kinder life elsewhere. (The show runs through Nov. 5.) The Bridge Theater revival of Henrik Ibsen’s “John Gabriel Borkman,” on view until Nov. 26, gives us a title character who speaks excitedly of the “new life” he seeks, though his attempts to forge a fresh start lead only to death.

Of the two shows, “Blues” is especially powerful, in what must be the staging of a playwright’s dreams: a starry production at a prestigious playhouse from a director, the fast-rising Lynette Linton, fully attuned to the work’s soulful rhythms. Premiered in Atlanta in 1995 and revived there in 2015, the play focuses on three people sharing adjacent Harlem apartments in a building that, in Frankie Bradshaw’s expansive design, reaches the full height of the auditorium.

The neediest of the trio is Angel (Samira Wiley), a nightclub singer who has lost her job and her boyfriend, and has taken seriously to the bottle. “What kind of dreams am I going to have?” she asks her roommate, Guy (Giles Terera), a gay costume designer whom Angel calls “Big Daddy.” (The play often recalls Tennessee Williams, and you can easily see Angel as a Black variant on Maggie the Cat and also Blanche DuBois.)

Guy’s response is to look toward Paris, a city that is home to the expatriate Black entertainer Josephine Baker: If that legendary American-born performer can find her way in Europe, so can Guy. Early on, he raises a champagne glass from Manhattan to the new career that surely awaits him designing for the Folies Bergère. That events don’t necessarily turn out as people hope is a given. Fate deals Angel an entirely separate hand, and Guy’s reveries about La Bakaire, as he refers to Baker, are pulled up short by racism and homophobia closer to home.

Across the hall from Angel and Guy lives the more practical Delia (the wonderful Ronke Adekoluejo), who offers to teach Angel to type: Secretarial skills will provide useful employment while Angel, reeling from her dismissal from her nighttime job, gets back on her feet.

As sensible and focused as her neighbors are mercurial, Delia, in her indrawn way, is a pioneer. She is on the front line of a nascent American abortion rights movement and is working to open a clinic nearby. “I’m not trying to make a revolution,” she says. “I’m just trying to give women in Harlem the chance to plan their families.”

Complicating matters are the men who come into these women’s lives. Delia enters into a relationship with Sam (a warmhearted Sule Rimi), a doctor who supports her quest for female empowerment but would really rather take her out for a night on the town. Angel, in turn, catches the eye of the churchgoing Leland (Osy Ikhile), an Alabama native who offers care and comfort but doesn’t have much time for the flamboyant effeminacy of Angel’s beloved Guy.

Will Angel forsake her deep friendship for romance? Wiley, a Juilliard-trained actress and established TV name, expertly catches the shifting moods of a restless soul who is of two minds about the virtues of domesticity; she also lends a terrific singing voice to those snatches of the blues that punctuate the production. Terera is in full command as the changeable Guy, a dreamer who is flighty one minute, fully alert the next, and who knows all too well that his sexuality is viewed as an “abomination.”

Guy sees the world around him as “tawdry and tainted” and can’t wait to sail first-class to freedom in France, although we never find out if his wishes are fulfilled. We’re left wishing a gentler future for the play’s central characters, whose openheartedness may, with luck, see them through the obstacles that lie in their way.

It’s difficult to think quite so generously about John Gabriel Borkman, the disgraced former bank chief executive who gives Ibsen’s 1896 play its title. But Lucinda Coxon’s vigorous new version, presented without intermission in a fleet staging by Nicholas Hytner, invests the title character with a fantasy life that borders on madness. Back home after serving a five-year prison sentence for fraud, he spends his time rehearsing past grievances and rhapsodizing about rebuilding his life.

It’s possible in the production’s spartan contemporary setting — Borkman’s wife, Gunhild (a blistering Clare Higgins), is watching daytime TV as the play begins — to see the title character as a Nordic variant of Bernie Madoff, or other moneymen who met a grievous end. Rich in rhetoric, Borkman compares himself to “a great wounded eagle watching the vultures scavenge my plans.”

In fact, as the character is played by the great Simon Russell Beale (a Tony winner in June for “The Lehman Trilogy”), I was reminded of Shakespeare’s Lear, a onetime role for Beale. There’s a Shakespearean grandeur to the deluded Borkman as he staggers shaggy-haired into the snow, speechifying to the night sky like Lear cast out into the storm.

And just as Lear recognizes too late the depth of his youngest daughter’s love, Borkman comes belatedly to an awareness that it was his sister-in-law Ella (a coolly furious Lia Williams) who loved him fully. The two face off in the upper floor of the Borkman house in a prolonged confrontation that is the highlight of the play. “You killed love in me. Can you even understand what I’m saying to you?” Ella says in an emotional outburst that Borkman dismisses as “hysterics.”

The Borkmans’ son, Erhart (Sebastian de Souza), is a student who has taken up with a flamboyantly dressed older woman, Fanny (Ony Uhiara), much to the chagrin of his family. Fanny speaks of whisking the young man off to Rome with the same enthusiasm that Guy, in “Blues,” speaks tantalizingly of Paris: Anything, you get the feeling, would be preferable to the wintry drear that is their daily lot.

“Be happy!” Ella says when she wishes Erhart farewell, “as happy as you can!” In Ibsen’s compellingly grim world, that’s probably not very happy at all.

Blues for an Alabama Sky. Directed by Lynette Linton. National Theater, through Nov. 5.
John Gabriel Borkman. Directed by Nicholas Hytner. Bridge Theater, through Nov. 26.