TT: Try, try again

Today I wrap up the current theater season in New York by covering two revivals, Beth Henley’s Family Week and Donald Margulies’ Collected Stories. Neither did much for me, though the first is more interesting than the second. Here’s an excerpt.
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Many playwrights have only one memorable script in them, though they almost always keep on trying to hit the high C a second, third or fourth time. Such, it seems, is the case with Beth Henley, who in 1978 gave us “Crimes of the Heart,” which not only won a Pulitzer Prize but deserved it, and has since sought repeatedly and unsuccessfully to write something as good. Now she’s gone back to the drawing board. “Family Week,” first seen in New York in 2000, has been given an Off-Broadway revival directed by Jonathan Demme and performed this time around in a new version whose revisions, alas, fail to fix an interesting but unsuccessful piece of work….
“Family Week” appears at first glance to be satirizing the foibles of the therapeutic society: “Are you feeling anger towards me?” “I’m feeling distrust, disdain and revulsion.” “That would fall into the anger category.” But Ms. Henley–or Mr. Demme, who reportedly urged her to revise the play in order to make it more hopeful–proves in the end to be a true believer in the virtues of psychotherapy, which is a perfectly admissible position but doesn’t make for compelling theater….
I don’t care for the plays of Donald Margulies, but I respect the neatness of his craft. He would never have dreamed of allowing a play as untidy as “Family Week” to make it to the stage–and that’s part of the problem with “Collected Stories,” which is so tidy as to be enervatingly devoid of surprise.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one: An aging short-story writer who teaches on the side (Linda Lavin) takes a naïve young student (Sarah Paulson) under her wing. (Stop! Stop!) The teacher shows the protégé the ropes, and the protégé returns the compliment by becoming successful and betraying her mentor, who turns out to be dying of an unspecified disease that leaves her with just enough strength to deliver a furious curtain speech.
You are, perhaps, rolling your eyes? Join the club. Watching “Collected Stories,” which was first performed in 1996 and has now made it to Broadway courtesy of the Manhattan Theatre Club, made me feel like a damsel in distress who’d been tied to the tracks by Snidely Whiplash. I could see the train thundering towards me from miles off, but couldn’t get out of the way….
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Read the whole thing here.