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Jason
Clark

January 8, 2015

The playbill for British playwright Moira Buffini’s Dying For It—now playing at the Atlantic Theater Company in NYC—indicates that this is a ‘free adaptation’ of Soviet playwright Nikolai Erdman’s The Suicide. That fact is plainly evident once you start to hear the occasional F-bombs fly, and for a while, Buffini’s take on the colorful denizens of a ramshackle boarding house—who rally around suicidal, unemployed, headed-for-martyrdom figurehead Semyon Semyonovich (Joey Slotnick)—is filled with the promise of making the political quite personal, and how the societally disenfranchised simply wish to stand up and be counted. (Reportedly, Stalin was not a fan of Erdman’s original.)

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Joe
Dziemianowicz

January 8, 2015

The first five minutes of Dying For It take place in the dark, a shrewd move by playwright Moira Buffini to underscore the big black cloud shrouding her hapless hero. Through the pall we hear sadsack Semyon Semyonovich bemoaning his pathetic existence in an urban slum in 1920’s Russia. Why even go on? That’s the 64,000-ruble question in this adaptation of Nikolai Erdman’s 1928 send-up of the Soviet regime, The Suicide. The original play was so biting about the can’t-win ridiculousness of Soviet life that it was banned by Stalin. Erdman was sent to Siberia. The decades have substantially defanged the satire. And director Neil Pepe’s staging never quite explodes into the “riotous farce” promised in promotional materials. At its best, the Atlantic Theater Company presentation makes for an amusing two hours that are buoyed by a game cast, lively musical interludes by two musicians who play violin and accordion (think “Fiddler on the Goof”) and striking design work packed with shadows and peeling paint.

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January 8, 2015

Who can get enough of Soviet-era stage comedies? That’s a joke, of course. Who knew there were any? Those curious to discover what might have tickled the funny bones of folks suffering under Stalinism may want to attend the Atlantic Theater Company’s production of Dying for It, a “free adaptation” by the British writer Moira Buffini of The Suicide, a 1928 play by Nikolai Erdman. “Might have” are operative words here. Although the celebrated directors Vsevolod Meyerhold and Konstantin Stanislavksy both championed the play, plans to stage it were quashed by the authorities. It was not performed in Moscow until 1982, more than a decade after Erdman’s death, so it’s impossible to know how Russian audiences of the late 1920s might have reacted to this mordant satire about a man whose determination to kill himself wins him a host of fawning friends and admirers. Audiences today, unfortunately, are not likely to find the play an unheralded treasure from the vaults. Although Ms. Buffini’s version has been given a handsome staging directed by Neil Pepe, this bleakly comic portrait of desperate lives in Soviet Russia feels wheezy and labored, ultimately about as much fun as a winter holiday in Siberia. (Grim footnote: Mr. Erdman was exiled there after being arrested on political grounds in 1933.)

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