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Gimme shelter

Ann Randolph’s Squeeze Box
By STEVE VINEBERG  |  January 17, 2006
Squeeze Box, the performance piece by Ann Randolph that Lowell’s Merrimack Repertory Company has imported from New York (through January 22), is a rambling, sentimental memoir in which Ann, a young woman who works with alcoholics and schizophrenics at a shelter and feels her life is at a standstill, comes to accept that the work she’s doing is worthwhile and defines her. At least, that’s the stated message of the play. But Randolph’s program note, which addresses the way in which the play came out of "a crisis of faith in myself and in my work," focuses mostly on her dream of "sharing my story that waited to so long to be told" with midtown Manhattan audiences, and on the role Mel Brooks and Anne Bancroft played in helping her to achieve that goal. So the real story of Squeeze Box is not Randolph’s epiphany at the shelter (she quits her low-paid, unglamorous job and then is stirred by a conversation with one of the women there to return to it — and own up to her musician boyfriend that she isn’t just a part-time volunteer) but the birth of Randolph’s theatrical career.

WHAT'S IT ALL ABOUT? Randolph's birth as a performer?I wouldn’t dwell on this discrepancy if the play itself didn’t seem disingenuous at every turn. The tone is often angry, but apart from Julie, the shallow Christian woman who runs the group-therapy sessions at the shelter, it isn’t clear who Ann is so angry at. Besides, Julie is so fatuous, and so easily bested by sharp-tongued prostitute Brandy (the most vocal of the women living there), that she hardly seems to deserve Ann’s overstated indignation. Ann keeps presenting her life as shabby — even boyfriend Harold, in the tale of their first sex, on a camping trip, comes across as distinctly bargain-counter — but then at the end she turns around and decides that it’s inherently valuable, and she hears beauty in Harold’s accordion rendition of Aaron Copland’s Appalachian Spring. Yet the play never acknowledges that Ann was mistaken in underrating him, or her job. The tone just switches — as it does at other times — from unaccountably acerbic to unaccountably life-embracing while Randolph’s voice grows tremulous and the stage takes on the glow of affirmation. Randolph even has the chutzpah to link Copland’s triumph in finding a voice for the working class with her own personal struggle, as if she were among the downtrodden and she — not condescending Julie — were the one who understands and can express the troubles of the women she helps. But how are we supposed to feel about a woman who (again, in her program note) talks about "hit[ting] rock bottom" and writing her way out of it "by continually asking myself some very deep questions" when she’s got a job working with women who are fighting to stay sober or on their meds while her biggest problem is poor self-image?

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