(Anita Gates’s article appeared in The New York Times, 9/26.)
Families were bigger then, and so were the casts of plays. In Alex Roe’s fine revival of “Icebound,” the Metropolitan Playhouse’s cozy upstairs theater is crowded with members of the Jordan family: grim grown sons and daughters, a sour daughter-in-law and two annoying grandchildren, all waiting in the parlor for the matriarch to die offstage, and all talking about how they’ll spend her money.
Owen Davis wrote “Icebound,” which won the 1923 Pulitzer Prize for drama, about small-town Maine, where he had grown up. The title refers to human emotions more than to bitter Northeastern winters, although one character does say, “Seems like laughter needs the sun the same way flowers do.”