Victory Blues is a new play with an old soul. 

Victory Blues

Bill Simmers

Victory Blues

Why did Jerry get fired? Was he a bad shoe salesman? Do people just not like him? Was he saying the wrong stuff? Reading the wrong things? Is he just paranoid? Or are his friends out to get him? There's a lot going on in Alan Brody's NewWorks@TheWorks-winning play Victory Blues, but what's it all about?

I'm going out on a limb and guessing that Brody's read a little Arthur Miller. Victory Blues plays out like a working-class sequel to Miller's WW2-aftermath drama All My Sons. It tells the story of three young couples — old friends living in the same apartment building, adjusting to life after wartime in the most prosperous country the world has ever known.

Only one friend isn't prospering. While his buddies enjoy the fruits of winning, poor shoe salesman Jerry Greisinger just barely gets by. Jerry saw combat, and he's still struggling with that. His friends didn't, and they don't get why their old pal's worried about other people's problems when he could be out there getting his big, fat slice of winner cake. They don't get why America's Red Scare bothers him so much, since he's not a commie. (Or is he?) They don't get why he won't forgive a friend's terrible betrayal.

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Jerry's wife Barbara doesn't get it either. Her friend May, who's going to college against her husband Lenny's wishes, does. Test patterns fill the TV screen. Casseroles occupy the shelf like noodly metaphors. Tension builds.

A friend who saw Victory Blues in its second weekend described the new script as a 60-year-old classic lost in time and went on to suggest that it might have won the Pulitzer had it been produced in 1957 rather than 2017. That seems unlikely since that was Eugene O'Neill's year to win for Long Day's Journey Into Night, but the show does have something to say and a relentlessly classic vibe. In fact, everything about Victory Blues reminded me of All My Sons. More specifically, it reminded me of the monologue where the character Chris Keller describes the horror of combat and the shock of coming home:

"I went to work with Dad, and that rat-race again. I felt ... what you said ... ashamed somehow. Because nobody was changed at all. It seemed to make suckers out of a lot of guys. I felt wrong to be alive, to open the bank-book, to drive the new car, to see the new refrigerator. I mean you can take those things out of a war, but when you drive that car you've got to know that it came out of the love a man can have for a man, and you've got to be a little better because of that. Otherwise what you have is really loot, and there's blood on it."

That's the heart of Victory Blues. It's not that Jerry doesn't want to work in his friend Howie's appliance store. Like Miller's combat-tested protagonist, who couldn't look at the refrigerator without obligations, he simply can't. Meaty stuff.

As Jerry, Jacob Wingfield does a fantastic job communicating his sense of disorientation and displacement. He's strongly supported by Jeff Posson and Kinon Keplinger as his old friends Howie and Lenny. The former's an anti-union Truman Democrat, so reflexively anti-Communist you just know he'll vote Reagan in middle age. Lenny wants things to go back to being the way they were and struggles to adapt.

Victory Blues is centered around male relationships, but some of the evening's finest performances belong to the women: Nichol Pritchard, Lena Wallace Black, and Renee Davis Brame. Black is particularly good as Lenny's wife May, whose intellectual awakening creates conflict at home. For May, the world's no longer a black-and-white place filled with winners and losers. That makes her the only person Jerry can talk to and a threat to everybody else.

Director Jaclyn Suffel and her ensemble do a fantastic job setting everything up in act one. They do even more heroic work after the break, carrying the script like a wounded soldier when things get repetitive and the device used to demonstrate Jerry's isolation winks at self-parody.

So the last act could stand some trimming and focus. There's lots of fine acting collected here. And a terrific soundtrack that lifts things in all the right places.

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