Oh to have seen this in 2018!
Farce is a particular tool in the playwright's bag of tricks. It’s often a rough tool, less scalpel more sledgehammer, but the best farces have a razor’s edge specificity that helps them cut to the core quickly and with such a force as to topple the subject.
Playwright Selina Fillinger’s farce POTUS: Or Behind Every Great Dumbass Are Seven Women Trying to Keep Him Alive, currently playing at the Geffen Playhouse has elements of that specificity but is a bit removed from its moment (or perhaps, worse still, a bit early).
The setup is we’re in the West Wing. Befitting a farce, we’re always surrounded by doors where important presidential stuff is happening (and boy, does this set do a lot of work). The anchors of this all-women play are the Chief of Staff and Press Secretary, who are both trying to run interference for the president and keep him out of trouble. Surrounding them are a series of confounding characters who make their jobs even harder. At their best, those characters are specific and fully formed — the breast-pumping-at-work-reporter, the timid assistant timidly trying to claim space through bitch beats, and the blue-slurpy-guzzling-spirit-squad-dancing ingenue all come to mind. The others... not so much.
That’s really the challenge with the play. At the heart, there’s a fierce burning core of anger that wants to expose how wrong it all is. That center is powerful both as fuel for comedy and political commentary. But that center loses focus. Once we get into act two and the necessary machinery of farce, it starts to feel more plotting than cutting. As it starts to unravel, as it must, the play tries to find a meaningful soft landing that it hasn’t earned and doesn’t follow through on.
Ms. Fillinger, in a program note, says she wrote the first act in two weeks in 2016, fueled by a soon-to-be president who bragged about grabbing women by the genitals. It’s hard not to wish this current production had come to the stage at that moment.
It’s even harder to understand why the regional theaters passed on this play until it premiered on Broadway in 2022. As much as POTUS is an amalgamation of presidencies drawing from the ripe-for-ridicule history of presidential siblings and half-siblings, there’s no question this is a play suited to our 45th president.
It’s through this time-shifted lens that the edges of this farce become not bitingly precise but more vaguely dull. To have seen this play in 2018 would have been a completely different experience and an audience would forgive the flaws for the chance to laugh viciously.
Now, in 2024, it’s funny. It’s an easy night in the theater. Strong performances at the core. A few good laughs. But oh how I wish the Geffen had had the guts to do this play in 2018.
POTUS: Or Behind Every Great Dumbass Are Seven Women Trying to Keep Him Alive plays at the Geffen Playhouse in Westwood through February 25th.