By Bill Hirschman, FloridaTheaterOnStage.com, Special to EyesOnNews.com, Dec 17, 2014 – You easily intuit that an armoire full of family secrets will be uncovered in the crucible of a musty old Parisian apartment in Israel Horovitz’s My Old Lady; and it matters not that you can guess some of them before they tumble into view.
What matters is not the nature of the secrets, but the gradual revelation of the persisting damage they have wreaked and whether the survivors will find a path past them.
Palm Beach Dramaworks’ finely-crafted, witty and ultimately moving production uses those secrets to expose the sometimes unintentional, sometimes thoughtless psychological injuries that parents inflict upon their children. Those progeny must come to terms with wounds whose scabs have never coagulated before they can achieve a satisfying emotional life as adults.
Horovitz’s 2002 play – recently directed by him as a film and since then tweaked for Dramaworks – is a cornucopia of delightful wordplay among articulate, literate characters and an insightful examination of human relationships careering clumsily through a thorny thicket toward a hopeful resolution.