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THEATER REVIEW
“Golda’s Balcony” – Old Globe
Theatre
AIRDATE: MAY 7, 2010
She
wasn’t your sweet, docile, Yiddishe Mama, standing on
her Tel Aviv balcony, looking out to sea. She was a tough, defiant,
uncompromising force of nature, hellbent on defending her country and her
people no matter what.
It
was 1973. She was 75. No knitting, rocking chair retirement for her. Golda
Meir, the “Iron Lady,” fourth Prime Minister of Israel, was called back into
service. And as the Yom Kippur War took a turn for the worse, she was poised on
the edge of a deadly precipice, ready to drop nuclear bombs on her Syrian and
Egyptian enemies.
Unless Nixon and Kissinger came through
with dozens of F-4 Phantoms and more conventional weaponry. It was a life and death moment – for the
State of Israel, and perhaps the world.
That
wasn’t how she’d dreamed it would be. She was an idealist, a fierce Zionist who
set out to create “a model for the redemption of the human race.” And there she
is, holding world destruction in her hands. What happens, she asks, when
idealism becomes power?
In
“Golda’s Balcony,” playwright William Gibson gives us the backstory, from
Goldie Mabovich’s humble beginnings in Kiev, keeping
the Cossacks at bay, to her youth in Milwaukee and Denver, her immigration to
Israel, from kibbutz to the halls of government, from wife and mother of two to
the woman who helped birth a nation, and stood on the brink of destroying it
all.
In
a tense, intense 90 minutes, we take the journey with her, getting the full
effect of the passion, fervor and 2000-year history that drives the creators
and defenders of
The
play opened in
From
teasing and playful to agonized and near hysterical, swiftly switching voices
and accents, from Kissinger to
It’s
a brilliant piece of work, a role that the lovely Feldshuh
helped create and define, fully embodying it with a fat-suit, fake nose, pendulous
breasts, and bulging, veiny phlebitis-ridden legs.
She is Golda and we are transfixed.
Golda
was no angel, she tells us, no nun. She moved a city away from her husband, was
rarely there for her children, admits to marital infidelities.
But she was unflinchingly faithful to her country. She was imperfect,
intransigent, courageous, charismatic, half gorgon, half godmother. But what a
woman!
“Golda’s
Balcony” runs through May 30, in the Old Globe Theatre in
©2010 PAT LAUNER