Review/Theater: The Loman Family Picnic; The Life Of Salesman In Brooklyn
DON'T be too quick to groan over the news that there is yet another play in New York about an unhappy family drowning in disillusionment. In "The Loman Family Picnic," a deceptively sketchy portrait of an uncomfortably married Jewish couple and their two young sons in Brooklyn in 1965, Donald Margulies has taken material as stale as yesterday's bagel and woven it into a phantasmagorical comedy of both lacerating humor and infinite compassion. Though the play is more of an embroidered conceit than a cogently worked out drama (as Mr. Margulies provided in last year's "Sight Unseen"), it generates its own enduring resonance as a study in the wistful, self-conscious fantasies that emerge from mundane lives. And bolstered by two impeccable central performances, this production finds a tone of bizarrely heightened naturalism that can accommodate both the play's deliberate banality and its high-flying whimsy.