"Extraordinary how potent cheap music is." Now, kiss me, you poor darling.
Though "Blithe Spirit" is surely Coward's best play, "Private Lives" is his most famous, most romantic -- and most produced. NYT Times critic Clive Barnes called it "a little masterpiece." First seen in 1930, co-starring Coward & Gert Lawrence, the critics here and in London were thoroughly engaged, but always cautioned that it was pretty flimsy. Like a good wine it has aged well and today it's a modern classic.
In a nutshell, Amanda and Elyot -- divorced for 5 years -- have finally remarried and now, on their respective honeymoons at a posh French resort, find themselves in the same hotel, sharing a balcony. They hate each other because they love each other. Pandemonium results. Love, in all its nasty, sticky splendor, remains potent.
With his usual modesty, Coward said that he wrote it in four days, giving himself and Gertie fat roles. Knowing audiences eagerly await the Amanda-Elyot brawl with flying pillows and lamps at the end of Act 2, but after Act 1 nothing really "happens." Which shows the genius of Coward : No other playwright can find something antic and also very real in dazzling nothingness. His nothingness, with its saucy flippancy, is Something else.
Amanda-Elyot and their new spouses are in their late 20s and early 30s -- as were Coward-Gertie when the play bowed. They repped giddy, spoiled, heartless Bright Young Things. (For the 2d husband, Coward cast a brutally handsome young actor -- Laurence Olivier). Oddly, the play is performed today by the middle-aged, except in colleges. I'm thinking of Elizabeth Taylor-Richard Burton, 1983, and a disastrous 2002 production w Lindsay Duncan-Alan Rickman, almost senior citizens (this misconceived venture, which I saw, was dir without laughs and moved so slowly that the riotous Act 1 groaned for an hour).
After its 30s debut, "Private Lives" was mothballed until 1948 when Tallulah Bankhead, adding monkey gland extract, made it an explosive Broadway hit. She graced the cover of TIME. The play ran a season in NYC, competing w Kiss Me Kate, South Pacific and Death of a Salesman, and 2 years on the road. Cued by Tallu's success it has since been revived 6 times on Bwy.
Back in 1930 one critic pondered if audiences, years hence, would be baffled by the popularity of this "flimsy trifle." Audiences, where Coward is concerned, are ahead of the critics. Simply, his plays do not "date" because he is not grabbing hedlines -- social and political issues; there's no "message." (Who today revives Maxwell Anderson, Robert Sherwood, Clifford Odets, Elmer Rice, Lillian Hellman, among Americans?)
Coward is concerned with character, human behaviour, with our quirks and vanities, jealousies and idiocies, and our vulnerabilities. He realized as did the comic masters of manners - Congreve and Sheridan - that these fancies are changeless, especially when topped with verbal lunacy.