Zoetic Stage’s ‘Betrayal’ Satisfies, The Anatomy of Adultery Dissected, BROADWAY WORLD.COM

By Roger Martin, ATCA

Ah, the happy night at the theatre when everything is just right, simply brilliant; an experience not often found. But, lucky you, there’s such a pleasure on display right now, thanks to Zoetic Stage.

Photo Credit Justin Namon.<br><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
LEFT: Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg. RIGHT: Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg.

Photo Credit Justin Namon.
LEFT: Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg. RIGHT: Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg.

They’re back at the Arsht Center with their production of Pinter’s Betrayal, a classic of the English stage. Marriage vows? Who needs ’em?

Two Oxbridge cads, life long friends and the wife of one who’s mistress of the other; love and rue through the years until the inevitable end. Which, as Pinter has it, is actually the beginning. The first scene is the final parting, the last the start of the seven year affair. And it works.

Chas Mena is Robert, publisher and cuckold. Nicholas Richberg is Jerry, literary agent and betrayer and Amy McKenna is Emma, Robert’s much wandering wife. To say that these three are terrific would be the understatement of the year.

Robert is the epitome of the well educated, blindly arrogant Englishman. Mena’s handling of the letter scene in Italy, tormenting, Emma, is a lesson for any aspiring actor.

Richberg’s Jerry is the vulnerable, guilty Best Man. His wife and two children weigh on him. He doubts her and himself. He loves Emma. Richberg, once again, at his best.

And McKenna’s Emma is the happy catalyst, queen of two homes and lover of two men. At least.

Photo Credit Justin Namon.<br><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
LEFT: Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg.RIGHT: Chaz Mena, Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg.

Photo Credit Justin Namon.
LEFT: Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg.RIGHT: Chaz Mena, Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg.

Stuart Meltzer’s smoothly unobtrusive direction has his actors moving in a constant dance of accusation and revelation on Michael McKeever’s beautifully designed two-level set, an all blonde wood, two tiered thrust with a large playing area. The actors, when not on stage, sit in subtly lighted archways on the upper level.

And Meltzer has added a sublime touch: bassist Dave Wilkinson playing ’60s inspired riffs during the eight scene changes.

Danny Llaca, student at New World, gets every minute of his small role as the waiter. More please.

Playing the pauses in a Pinter play (sorry) is an art more than ably demonstrated by this cast. There’s a constant edge to every second of the show and well done, Zoetic, for that.

The excellent lighting design is by Rebecca Montero with costume designs by Estella Vrancovich.


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After Emma, Jerry & Robert in “Betrayal,” a Zoetic Stage Production, Summer, 2015


They say to juggle three balls

or scissors, pins, or even torches

whether tossed overhead or under

is quickly taught to anybody.


That would be our case

if all lives counted solely as One

without the messy, massing wake

of infinite tendrils behind each…


If lives or scissors or pins manifest as

essence unseen nor foreseen, unprecedented,

creations untied to its neighbor,

solipsistic: oh well, then, yes, three is easy.


But how is this so?

Who parted us and called us Three?

What tree binds us to each, if not of a piece?

We’re more than one ball in flight, we three…


but we’ll all stick it out, play make-believe, forget

the children we betray, the kisses on play dates

we give them, in our homes, where we…

…steal away for a hurried fuck in the loo.

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Zoetic Stage delivers a stunning ‘Betrayal’ at the Arsht Center, MIAMI HERALD

Christine Dolan, May 16, 2015


The silences in Zoetic Stage’s emotionally devastating production of Harold Pinter’s Betrayal are complicated, haunting and riveting.

Coached before the show begins by young actor Daniel Llaca who has a brief comic turn as a waiter, the audience quietly observes Pinter’s roiling told-in-reverse story of an affair without contributing its own “whispered” commentary or makicomplicated embraceng the noisy exits and reentries that too often distract from performances in the Arsht Center’s Carnival Studio Theater.

But the theater lovers in the Betrayal audience isn’t simply following instructions. They’re mesmerized by a fascinating, superbly acted production of a play by a Nobel laureate who turned the emotional lessons of his own long affair into an absorbing work of art.

Photo: Justin Namon

Zoetic, which has won acclaim and a number of Carbonell Awards since it launched at the end of 2010, has had plenty of artistic highs in its relatively brief history. But director Stuart Meltzer’s production of Betrayal, so richly acted by Chaz Mena, Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg, belongs at or near the top of Zoetic’s body of work.

Pinter’s 1978 script unfolds largely in reverse chronology, beginning two years after the end of a seven-year affair between a literary agent named Jerry (Richberg) and gallery owner Emma (McKenna). Emma is married to Robert (Mena), a publisher and Jerry’s best friend, while Jerry is married to the never-seen Judith, a doctor. Each couple has two children.

Meltzer has unmoored the play from its original time frame, which begins in 1977 and tracks back to 1968. A key plot point involves a letter Jerry sends to Emma while she’s vacationing in Italy with Robert — this is before the internet and cellphones made long-distance communication between illicit lovers so much easier — but the vagueness about time makes this Betrayal seem even more timeless.

So does the sleek yet classically inspired set design by Michael McKeever: a trio of elevated archways, each containing a single chair, to which the characters can retreat when they’re not playing out a scene. Beautifully illuminated with ever-changing hues by lighting designer Rebecca Montero, the set underscores the essential loneliness and isolation of three people whose lives have been bound together in joy and pain.

McKenna’s attractive Emma is a bit ill-at-ease and brittle as she reunites with Jerry for a drink and a confession: She has spilled the beans to Robert — who, as it happens, has been doing plenty of cheating himself. Richberg’s handsome Jerry is nonplussed. After all, it’s one thing to carry on a long-running affair with your best friend’s wife, another thing for him to know about it. Yet when an emotionally jittery Jerry gets together with Mena’s coiled Robert later that evening to somehow sort out the mess, his friend seems almost nonchalant as he reveals that, not for the first time, Emma lied.

Bridged with music by bass player Dave Wilkinson, the scenes create a rich, cumulative portrait of a triangle capable of betrayal both casual and calculated. Pinter explores jealousy, possessiveness, narcissistic self-interest. He does this in words and subtext-filled silences, periods of thought and reaction that the three actors fill so vividly you can almost hear the ideas running through their heads.

McKenna and Richberg expertly navigate their reverse journey from exes to burned-out lovers to a couple ravenous for sex. In the play’s final moments, which reveal the start of the story, he is drunk and ardent, she bemused and reluctant. But one touch establishes a connection that will affect three lives and cause plenty of collateral damage.

Like his fellow actors, Mena employs an impeccable British accent as he crafts one of the best performances of his career. His reserve as Robert is all surface, just another manipulative tool. Mena’s use of simmering anger and aggression, his ability to say one thing while clearly discussing something entirely different, add up to impressively layered work.

Professional productions of Pinter’s plays are rather rare in South Florida, and for those who love drama that’s both intellectually and emotionally engaging, that’s a shame. Zoetic’s Betrayal is a reminder of just how powerful an insightful production of a great play can be.
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Affair In Reverse Provides Thoughtful Fodder In Betrayal, FLORIDA THEATRE ON STAGE

Former adulterous lovers Amy McKenna and Nicholas Richberg have a reunion while her husband Chaz Mena is in their thoughts / Photo by Justin Namon

By Bill Hirschman

If God is omniscient, He must be inconsolably sad. Zoetic Stage’s superb production of Harold Pinter’s Betrayal puts its audience in that poignant and painful position in which Knowledge is, indeed, the poisoned apple in Eden.

Since Betrayal charts the dissolution of an adulterous affair in reverse chronological order, we know at each receding step what will happen to these people. Watching the lovers and the woman’s cuckolded husband, we easily chart the tragic arc. It begins with a final regret-tinted reunion tamped down by civilized don’t-make-a-fuss good behavior and ends with a scene of the erupting unbridled passions that initiated the relationship nine years earlier.

Few companies in South Florida could conquer this elliptical tale in which little substantive is actually said and even that is usually suffocated in banal chit chat separated by pregnant pauses. Emotionally, everything happens below the surface like lava roiling under the volcano’s cooled crust.

Zoetic’s arsenal here encompasses a trio of actors and a creative team all precisely and deftly molded by artistic director Stuart Meltzer. They shine particularly in that the audience always knows exactly what the characters are thinking and feeling despite the maddeningly oblique banter and silences.

To glean the most out of the irony and poignancy, in fact to get anything out of it at all, the audience must invest itself and its attention for the entire uninterrupted 90 minutes. But it is well-rewarded.

Set among the “veddy British” intelligentsia, Betrayal opens with gallery owner Emma (Amy McKenna) and literary agent Jerry (Nicholas Richberg) having drinks at bar two years after their affair ended. After a perfunctory but protracted round of innocuous inquiries about their families, Emma tells Jerry that she is leaving her husband Robert (Chaz Mena) who is Jerry’s oldest and best friend, as well as the publisher of Jerry’s clients. She says that in the heat of an all-night fight, she revealed to Robert the seven-year illicit relationship.

But in the next scene in which Jerry and Robert have a “civilized” confrontation, it becomes clear that Emma has lied to Jerry. She confirmed the affair to Jerry four years earlier – long before the lovers broke up and while the three maintained their various relationships. In a paradigm that is repeated in different ways in succeeding scenes, we realize that Robert has kept his knowledge of the betrayal a secret from Jerry. Jerry, in fact, feels betrayed that Robert never revealed that knowledge in some kind of anger.

Pinter addresses several issues simultaneously, although obliquely enough to provide fodder for many a post-show debate. He has created a triangle not so much with three sides so much as with three razor sharp corners.

The late actor/director/screenwriter/political activist and Nobel laureate, of course, was and is one of the most influential British playwrights of the second half of the 20th Century. His works are so difficult that they have rarely been attempted in South Florida (The Dumbwaiter by The Promethean Theatre back in 2010 andOld Times at Palm Beach Dramaworks last year). His scripts are famously sketchy blueprints filled with meaningless chatter and pauses that require directors and casts to discover, develop and insert crucial subtext.

Fortunately, the play is in the hands of Meltzer who keeps revealing an ability to analyze, pace and mount an astonishing range of work from satirical comedy (such as Clark Gable Slept Here) to harrowing social commentary (Fear Up Harsh) to musicals (Assassins). While Betrayal was evolving, he also directed a New World School of the Arts production of Thornton Wilder’s The Skin of Our Teeth.

His essential colleagues here include that cast. Richberg and McKenna were Zoetic members when the troupe was initially envisioned in 2010 as a loose repertory company. Mena was part of the Assassins cast last season and Detroit last fall.

Usually, critics use adjectives as space-saving shorthand to describe performances. But all three actors create beings so fully credible that their essence can no more be adequately reduced to traits than if you were trying to describe your neighbor.

The lovely McKenna exuding a casual sexiness has constructed someone cradling secret knowledge deep in her being. Much of the time, Emma’s private knowledge is neither a curse nor a source of power, but a fact of life that must be monitored. Oddly, but believably, McKenna’s Emma does not seem plagued by guilt at her betrayals of both men in various ways, only concerned at avoiding the devastation she knows will follow if the secrets tumble into the light.

As Jerry, the handsome Richberg (equal time here for physical description) initially seems more the model of a controlled upper-middle class British, but over the course of the play Richberg reveals Jerry to be a hapless slave to the emotional high and lows as the relationship devolves – or actually evolves.

Both actors’ characters change so subtly by millimeters that you become aware in the middle of some scene that these people have morphed from who they were two or three scenes ago. Compare their cauterized reigned emotions in the first scene with the ardent declarations in the later scenes.

But the triumph, a word we often overuse, belongs to Mena in a performance that once again makes you feel cheated that he simply isn’t seen often enough. His Robert, who also is a serial adulterer, prizes a seemingly impenetrable veneer of correct civilized behavior imbued in all classes of British society. Yet, Mena brilliantly exposes the tumult underneath when the shell briefly cracks open.

There’s a terrific moment when Robert confronts Emma that he sussed out the existence of the affair the day before, quietly reveling in his ability to keep his composure in the exchange. But when she tells him the affair actually has been going on years, his smugness vanishes in a paroxysm of stunned anguish.

Once the audience knows that Robert knows — but that in separate scenes Jerry and Emma don’t know he knows — Mena is a fascinating portrait of a spring-loaded bear trap flawlessly camouflaged from his prey.

One of the best executed scenes thanks to Metlzer and company is when Robert blithely tosses off a bunch of meaningless small talk in an Italian vacation hotel while his wife tries to read a manuscript. At some point, long after the tipping point has actually occurred, the audience realizes that Robert has been pricking ever more pointedly at Emma until she knows that he has tumbled to the affair. From a scene of domestic banality, we see Emma frozen still in the bed and Robert digging ever deeper without actually spelling out that he knows of the liaison.

As always, the creative team at Zoetic does exemplary work including Michael McKeever’s thrust setting of bleached blond wood to contrast with Estella Vrancovich’s stylish black outfits. The lengthy scene changes were made palatable with the jazzy plucking at an upright bass by Dave Wilkinson.

The fact that Zoetic Stage would attempt such a piece, artistically and commercially, let alone succeed so thoroughly, is validation of what has been increasingly evident: that Zoetic no longer is an up-and-coming company of great promise; it has arrived as a mature, reliable purveyor of fine theater.

Side note: Zoetic went the extra mile opening night by having Daniel Llaca, who later played a waiter in café scenes, give a genial, collegial but clear admonition to the audience to take out their cellphones and turn them completely off. He then asked everyone to raise their phones in the air to confirm they had complied. You know what’s coming: About 15 minutes was all one privileged self-centered woman could stand; she had, of course, somehow thought the plea did not apply to her, not her. She read emails and texted until someone cleared his throat for the fourth time.

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