”WHAT DOES RED MEAN TO ME? Oh, you mean scarlet? HUH? Do you mean crimson? Do you mean plum? Mulberry? Magenta? Burgundy? Salmon? Carmine? Carnelian? Coral? ANYTHING BUT RED! WHAT IS RED?
Ken: ”You ever get tired telling people what art is?”
Rothko: No. Not ever. Until they listen. What — better you should tell me? Fuck off!”
Pugnacious. Opinionated. Arrogant. Egotistical. Brilliant. Tragic. Verbose.
Very verbose. Brilliantly verbose.
That is American painter, Mark Rothko, in this short, dynamic, sometimes riotous two man play. It revolves around the period when he was working on a commission for a series of paintings for the new, Four Seasons restaurant in Manhattan in 1958. As the play commences, Rothko is hiring an assistant, a young painter named Ken, to help him prepare his canvases, and to listen to his ranting. He ruthlessly tells the young man all that will be expected of him, and what he should expect, finishing with:
”Consider — I’m not your rabbi, I’m not your father, I’m not your shrink, I am not your friend, I’m not your teacher, I am your employer, you understand?
But of course, Rothko is not consistent with any of that. He pontificates to his assistant constantly on subjects ranging from making great art, to life and death, to how unworthy those who collect art, sell art, well, really almost everyone, including Ken, are to view his art. But though young, Ken sharply challenges Rothko, often by puncturing his pretensions. When he finds Rothko chanting a litany of great artists (his own name included) over and over to himself:
”Rothko and Rembrandt and Turner”
Ken cheekily inserts Oh my!
The dialogue and interplay between the artist and his assistant is sharp, fast, furious, funny, wounding, and revealing:
Ken: ”The Chinese place is closing.”
Rothko: Everything worthwhile ends. We’re in the perpetual process now — creation, maturation, cessation…”
Ken: ”There’s another Chinese around the corner.”
Rothko: ”Cycles grind on. Generations pass away. Hope turns arid. But there’s another Chinese around the corner.”
Ken: ”Not much for small talk?”
Rothko: ”It’s small.”
Ken: ”You ever paint outdoors?”
Rothko: ”You mean in nature?
Ken: ”Yeah.”
Rothko: ”Nature doesn’t work for me. The light’s no good.”
Red is a kinetic romp of a play. Humor and conflict are in constant motion around this unequal but fascinating duo as they verbally fence for our amusement and edification. I absolutely loved it. If at all possible, listen to the outstanding LA Theater Works audio production of the play with Alfred Molina as Rothko and Jonathan Groff as Ken.