NEW YORK, NY.-
Much of what happens in The Lehman Trilogy is invisible, which is not the way prestige drama usually works onstage.
Directed by Sam Mendes, this British import, which reaches across 164 years of American history to trace the family saga behind the fallen financial powerhouse Lehman Brothers, was a scalding-hot ticket during a brief pre-pandemic run at the Park Avenue Armory. Yet it offers almost nothing in the way of spectacle and only the slightest of costume changes: a top hat here, a pair of glasses there.
In the captivating production that opened Thursday night at the Nederlander Theater, it relies largely on an unspoken agreement between actors and audience to imagine together and let fancy crowd out fact.
Sort of the way that heedless investors looked right past all warning signs in the faith-based run-up to the stock market crash of 2008. Illusion is illusion, after all, and financial markets, like the theater, require a certain suspension of disbelief although when the fantasy bursts in theater, the fallout is less ruinous. When investors halted their collective game of make-believe 13 years ago, mammoth financial firms like Lehman Brothers met their swift demise, and the worlds markets suffered the aftershocks.
The Lehman Trilogy, though, is not actually a number-crunching play; reports that Jeff Bezos took in a recent performance should not cause you to infer otherwise.
Written by Stefano Massini and adapted by Ben Power, it is a vividly human tale, nimbly performed by three of the finest actors around: Simon Russell Beale, Adam Godley and Adrian Lester, who, in making his Broadway debut, has replaced the original casts Ben Miles. (I did not catch Beale, Godley and Miles at the Armory; it was too scarce a ticket, and too pricey.)
Slipping in and out of myriad roles, the actors spend the bulk of their time narrating, standing outside their characters. We, in turn, spend most of our time envisioning the fleet-footed story they conjure with words over three-plus hours (including two intermissions) that feel nowhere near that long.
Our eyes track these witchy actors as they move through Es Devlins revolving glass-and-metal office set, while our minds persuade us that the story is unfolding in a succession of disparate spaces that resemble it not at all.
A peculiarly gentle interrogation of the American dreams descent into many-tentacled nightmare, The Lehman Trilogy begins as so many stories of this nation do: with an intrepid immigrants arrival. A young man from Bavaria stands before us, suitcase in hand, freshly landed in New York Harbor and certain he is worldly after 45 days at sea.
The year is 1844, he is Heyum Lehmann, and in a moment we will see him reborn as Henry Lehman his Ellis Island moniker bestowed by a port official too obtuse to comprehend the newcomers real name.
On first impression, Henry (Beale) is darling, funny and utterly sympathetic. When his younger brothers, Emanuel (Lester) and Mayer (Godley), follow him across the ocean, we feel a similar warmth toward them.
This is where the mechanics of the play, with these deft and lovely actors breathing such life into the brothers, coax us into an ease at odds with moral logic as we watch their genteelly brutal acquisition and stockpiling of wealth.
The brothers settle in antebellum Alabama, where even the earliest iteration of the family firm, a shop selling fabrics and clothing, relies on a local economy built on slavery. As the Lehmans grow more ambitious, they start buying and selling cotton from the plantations, making their first fortune on it.
Seldom do we hear a voice of conscience like the local physician who tells a dispirited Mayer, in the aftermath of the Civil War, that the collapse of the Souths economy should not have come as a surprise.
Everything that was built here was built on a crime, the doctor says. The roots run so deep you cannot see them, but the ground beneath our feet is poisoned. It had to end this way.
That is, of course, a warning that the pattern of reckless profit and resulting pain will repeat: in the 1929 crash, which Lehman Brothers managed to survive by morphing yet again, and in the 2008 crash, which it didnt. It is also a signal that the founders of the firm whose deaths, when they come, are meant to move us, and do were not the ethical betters of their more vulgar descendants.
With a subdued, filmic score by Nick Powell, played live by Candida Caldicot on an upright piano, The Lehman Trilogy is structured in three parts. It follows Emanuel and Mayer to New York, and their family through successive generations, whose principals we first meet in childhood.
So here is Emanuels son Philip (Beale), a future shark, as a gape-mouthed tot prodded to parade his smarts for guests. Here is Philips son Bobby (Godley) as a buoyant 10-year-old, whose father mercilessly dismantles the boys love for horses as creatures rather than commodities.
And most enchantingly, here is Mayers son Herbert (Lester), a future governor and senator, as a thumb-sucking 3-year-old playing with his fathers beard, and later as a fair-minded 9-year-old at Hebrew school, objecting to the divine massacre of the innocent children of Egypt.
No matter how horrid some of the Lehmans become (not Herbert, though; never Herbert), knowing them young cushions our feelings toward them later. Thats human nature. Whats unsettling is which people in this saga of capitalism we see portrayed, which people the play helps us to imagine clearly and which people we are asked to imagine vaguely or not at all. Proximity shapes our sympathies.
The Lehman Trilogy exists because of the cascading financial disaster that extinguished Lehman Brothers in 2008, yet its perspective is very much from the top of that deluge. Any harm bucketing down below is at best an abstraction, just as it is in 1929, when the play shows us suicides of despairing stockbrokers but none of the pain radiating through lower social strata. And slavery, the founder of the familys feast, is kept in soft focus, off to the side.
The primary reason to see The Lehman Trilogy, then, is to witness the superb Beale, Godley and Lester in their feats of storytelling and to conspire with them in imagining the plays tarnished, if not truly vanished, world.
When intermission comes and the auditorium lights turn on, gaze up at that glass set. Youll see an awfully comfortable-looking audience reflected there.
'The Lehman Trilogy'
Through Jan. 2 at the Nederlander Theater, Manhattan; thelehmantrilogy.com. Running time: 3 hours 15 minutes.
This article originally appeared in The New York Times