In Review

Red Hot Patriot: The Kick-Ass Wit of Molly Ivins

4 out of 5 stars
4 out of 5 stars - 'Smashing'
Directed by David Esbjornson
Written by: Margaret Engel & Allison Engel
With Kathleen Turner
Review by Cy Ashley Webb
Kathleen Turner - Red Hot Patriot The Kick-Ass Wit of Molly Ivins
At Berkeley Rep, two-time Tony and Academy Award nominee Kathleen Turner stars in ‘Red Hot Patriot: The Kick-Ass Wit of Molly Ivins’, a one-woman show about beloved journalist and satirist Molly Ivins.

Michael Barrett Austin knows how to stay in character – especially that of the nerdy guy down the hall who makes you impatient. Michael Barrett Austin gets that half the audience is waiting for him to break character – and the other half wants him squashed like a bug, a vicarious justice for having to contend with any variety of officious little snot. That alone would make me lose it entirely.

However, Michael Barrett Austin did something even harder by doing this onstage with Kathleen Turner as Molly Ivins. His degree of control, popping on stage in response to the ‘ding of the AP wire, wordlessly handing off reports before silently exiting as imaginary eyeballs roll,  was so laudable I’m still smirking.

However, I’ve strayed. This was about Kathleen Turner and Molly Ivins.

If you’re inclined to see Kathleen Turner in “Red Hot Patriot: The Kick Ass Wit of Molly Ivins,” you probably have at least a vague appreciation for Kathleen Turner and/or Molly Ivins. In this performance, Kathleen Turner is Molly Ivins. The transformation feels less informed by actor’s trick or sleight of stagecraft than it is by genuine similarity. The work feels that authentic.

Now that you’re with Molly Ivins, you appreciate the monologue, scripted by Margaret Engel and Allison Engel, all the more. Turner throws off one Ivins’ zinger (‘Shrub or ‘Dubdub’) after another (the ‘Crock’ for the Houston Chronicle), along with the occasional Ivins’ aphorism (“writing is 75% thinking, 15% typing, and 10% caffeine.”). Turner delivers them so seem improved with age, rather than jaded with time.

However, this play wasn’t just about recycling Ivin’s material. You could do that over the net without stepping out. Here, the performance also turns on what a difficult person Ivins presented to others (we see her repeatedly cast off by one editor after another), and what a difficult person she was to herself.

It’s a swift trick to wrap around all this, but these elements work together to make Ivins refreshingly vital. As an audience, we don’t see a partisan mouthpiece – which makes it all the smarter. Ivins once said that her craft was that it was about readers looking for connection. Turner connects with her audience  on that level  – while making the point that despite all the crap littering up the Internet, good journalism matters.

If you’re an Ivins or Turner fan, you’ll be very satisfied with this 70 minute production. It runs through January 24, making it a perfect holiday show if you can’t countenance anymore Nutcracker saccharine. Besides, if you keep a close eye, you might just catch Michael Barrett Austin breaking character.

Cy spent the ‘80’s as a bench scientist, the tech boom doing intellectual property law, and the first decade of the millennium, aspiring to be the world’s oldest grad student at Stanford where she is interested in political martyrdom. Presently, she enjoys writing for Stark Insider and the SF Examiner, hanging out at Palo Alto Children's Theatre, and participating in various political activities. Democracy is not a spectator sport! Cy is a SFBATCC member.