Desperate dispatches from hell of 2020
The five monologues making up Paul Rudnick’s “Coastal Elites” were originally planned for an early 2020 New York staging, to be taped for a later HBO special.
The COVID-19 pandemic preempted the “live theater” part of those plans. This gave Rudnick and his director, Jay Roach, of “Recount,” “Game Change” and the recent Megyn Kelly/Roger Ailes docudrama “Bombshell,” time to update the material to respond directly to the early months of the coronavirus crisis. It made sense, given the monologues’ primary subject: how Trump and his supporters are setting the tone for these ever-threatening days.
“Five desperate confessions from people barely coping with the new abnormal” is how Rudnick frames “Coastal Elites,” which starts with “Lock Her Up,” a tour de force for Bette Midler. She’s in a Manhattan police station, relaying the reasons why she has been hauled in to an unseen policeman.
Her character, Miriam Nessler, is a retired public school teacher and fulltime culture vulture, who has as much to say about the difference between reading The New York Times in prints vs. online as she does about the MAGA hat-sporting man with whom she got into it, in an East Village coffee shop.
Here, both writer and actress shine. Rudnick makes Miriam a paragon of New York survival instinct. Midler’s character is hilari
ously snobby about anyone not from the five-borough region, as when she dismisses “flyover states” with the priceless caveat: “I mean, I fly over them, but I wave!”
Even in the more uneven and discursive monologues, the performers take care of business. In “Supergay,” a struggling actor (Dan Levy of “Schitt’s Creek”) debriefs his substitute Zoom therapist on his recent, fraught audition for the world’s first openly gay superhero movie. Levy makes every unheard question (we, the audience, are his therapist) seem truly spontaneous, even when the writing turns earnest and a mite soft.
“The Blonde Cloud” finds Issa Rae (”Insecure”) catching up via Zoom with a fellow boarding school graduate. Both women were a year behind Ivanka Trump, the premise has it, and Rae’s character processes the odd experience of recently visiting the
Trump White House with her brokerage firm founder dad, at Trump’s behest. I suppose if any monologue in “Coastal Elites” flirts with character assassination, it’s this one, but the weakness here is more a matter of simple overwriting.
If No. 2 and No. 3 disappoint, the final two com
plement and complete the Midler monologue shrewdly and well. Sarah Paulson (next up: “Ratched”) portrays the host of “Mindful Meditations,” a live-streaming program designed to “soothe and enlighten.” We cannot “allow political trauma to poison your bliss,” she says, though soon enough she herself cracks.
Here, Rudnick lays his feelings bare by way of one exasperated liberal braving unfriendly waters. Paulson’s terrific, and when the monologue takes a serious turn, it sticks.
Rudnick added a fifth for the HBO version, showcasing ’Unbelievable” and “Booksmart” star Kaitlyn Dever as a Wyoming nurse relocated temporarily to Manhattan in April 2020 to deal with the pandemic at its worst. Not that it matters, or that it was on Rudnick’s or Roach’s mind, but this one’s the one that might actually lower the emotional defenses of the average Trump supporter in the average flyover state.
Can we really fault any writer, or anyone with an audience, for not seeking common ground with The Other Side right now? It is very difficult to make such politically toxic recent history work as comic truth with a serious dimension.
“Coastal Elites” manages it just enough.