When is love "the real thing?" How can we separate what is "real" from what is only assumed? And does it really make a difference?
True to his reputation as one of the premier playwrights of his generation, Tom Stoppard doesn't answer those question in his Tony award-winning play The Real Thing, running at Northern Stage from through March 6. Instead, he poses the questions in fascinating and often hilarious ways. The play is almost like looking at love in a funhouse mirror; what you see depends on where you stand, and it seems to shape-shift before your eyes.
The play revolves around Henry, a successful (and somewhat pompous) playwright who seems unable to be as articulate as the characters he creates, a situation that Stoppard has admitted is somewhat autobiographical. From the top, the audience is treated to some sleight-of-hand; the married couple arguing in the first scene turn out to be actors in one of Henry's play and the actress is Henry's real-life wife, immediately causing the audience to question what is "the real thing." In the next scene, Henry mocks and argues with the actor's wife; then, when they are alone, they plot their affair.Videos