“Red” a stunning look into painter Rothko’s art and psyche

By Lucy Komisar

Can an art lecture in the form of a theater piece push you to the edge of your seat? This rich, engrossing play by John Logan does! Painter Mark Rothko’s inflated sense of self collides with the challenges of youth’s new visions in Logan’s fascinating pas de deux about the meaning of art and its indelible connection to commerce.

Alfred Molina, photo Johan Persson.

It’s 1958 and Rothko (Alfred Molina) has received a $35,000 commission ($2 million in today’s money) for a series of murals to be placed in the new upscale restaurant The Four Seasons on Park Avenue. (Not mentioned in the play, it’s called The Four Seasons because it will be redecorated for summer-fall-winter-spring, an in-your-face reminder that money is no object.)

So art collides with money and the worship of money. And that gets confused with the judgment of art.

We see Rothko in his studio on the Bowery at Prince Street on the Lower East Side. At the side is a shabby discolored white cupboard holding paint jars, and at the center there will shortly loom a huge canvas.

Molina as Rothko is intense, unsmiling, overwhelming. He compares himself to Rembrandt, Turner, Michaelangelo, and Matisse. Contemplating them, he thinks about his own place in art history. We get inside the competitive soul of the painter. Rothko declares, Courage in painting isn’t facing the blank canvas, it’s facing Manet.

Alfred Molina and Eddie Redmayne, photo Johan Persson.

He asks his young assistant Ken (Eddie Redmayne), Where’s the discernment? Where’s the arbitration that separates what I like from what I respect, what I deem worthy, what has .. listen to me now … significance. There’s no discernment exhibited by the fans of the trendy moderns, he suggests.

He attacks Picasso for doing art for money. Yet he is ironic about his own work, ridiculing people who say, All those fuzzy rectangles, my kid could do that in kindergarten, it’s nothing but a scam, this guy’s a fraud, but Still, they buy it … It’s an investment. It’s screwing the neighbors. It’s buying class … It’s buying taste … It goes with the lamp … It’s cheaper than a Pollock. It’s interior decoration … It’s anything but what it is.

Always art and money. He hates the pop moderns, Jasper Johns, Lichtenstein, Warhol, Frank Stella. Comic books and soup cans… Galleries will do anything for money. But maybe he is angry at the reality when Ken tells him that Pop Art has banished Abstract Expressionism. Rothko likes music in the background, but he is furious when Ken plays a recording of jazz trumpeter Chet Baker, instead of opera. But, of course, Ken also likes Pollack and Picasso.

Eddie Redmayne, photo Johan Persson.

The conversation about art – about the texture, the psychology of colors, the historical underpinnings — is lush, like a symphony. And jagged, like jazz. Director Michael Grandage maintains a pace as bracing as an action film.

Of course, one might also challenge the notion that Rothko’s fuzzy rectangles are great art. The painting he is working on is a huge rectangular red on red. He asks Ken, What does it need? The kid says, Red, and Rothko erupts in fury. We see the growth and assertiveness of the young acolyte. They race to prime the canvass in red. Judge the art for yourself. Rothko feels that he is always being judged. And underlying everything is the sense that he is emotionally on edge.

The painter’s sense of inferiority is set off by a visit to The Four Seasons. He feels too fat, too Jewish. He hates the fact of everyone looking at everyone else all the time, like predators — who are you? What are you worth? Do I need to fear you? Do I need to acquire you?

Alfred Molina as Rothko looking at his painting, photo Johan Persson.

He wonders if putting his painting there is immoral, corrupt, Am I feeding the whims of the bourgeoisie? He wants to ruin the appetite of the rich who come to dine. He wants to be more than someone slapping on paint. He tells Ken, I am here to stop your heart, I am here to make you think! I am not here to make pretty pictures!

Logan’s look into Rothko’s art and psyche is as pretty a theatrical picture as you will find on the stage.

Red. Written by John Logan; directed by Michael Grandage. Golden Theatre, 252 West 45th Street, New York City. 212-239-6200. Opened April 1, 2010; closes June 27, 2010.

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