NEW YORK, NY.- Julian Barry, whose scripts for a Broadway play and a Hollywood movie about Lenny Bruce, both titled Lenny, became definitive portraits of the comedian as a truth teller who drove himself mad in a righteous struggle against American hypocrisy, was found dead Tuesday morning at his home in Beverly Hills, California. He was 92.
His daughter Julia Barry said he had died overnight in his sleep. He had been receiving medical treatment for congestive heart failure and, in recent weeks, for late-stage kidney disease.
Like Marilyn Monroe and John Lennon, Bruce died young (he was 40) and became a figure of continually renewed pop culture lore. His comedy career and his criminal prosecutions on drug and obscenity charges inspired museum exhibitions, one-man theatrical performances and biographies. From 2017 until this year, a fictionalized version of Bruce was a recurring character on the Amazon Prime television show The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
Barrys play, which opened on Broadway in 1971, five years after Bruces death, proved that Bruce could draw an audience posthumously. The 1974 movie version, which starred Dustin Hoffman in the title role, has endured as a classic of the Lenny Bruce mini-genre. It earned six Academy Award nominations, including for best picture, best actor and best adapted screenplay. (Barry lost to Francis Ford Coppola and Mario Puzo for The Godfather Part II.)
In both scripts, Barry paid homage to Bruce by including lengthy passages of his stand-up comedic material. His Bruce is crude but winningly so more forgiving of human frailty than mocking it, and skillful in using earthy common sense to attack the prejudices of his day.
Clive Barnes of The New York Times called the play a dynamite shtick of theater and reflected on the irony that Bruce had been arrested after using language in nightclubs that by 1971 seemed unexceptional when declaimed from a Broadway stage. The last laugh, he concluded, is with Mr. Bruce.
The Broadway star of Lenny, Cliff Gorman, won the 1972 Tony Award for lead actor in a play. As Gorman told the Times in an interview after the play opened, his performance roused Bruces mother, Sally Marr, to visit his dressing room and address him as a genius.
Barrys script compared Bruce to Aristophanes and Jonathan Swift. Some people rolled their eyes.
The story Julian Barry has extracted from Bruces life tends to sanctify and, in the end, even to solemnize Bruce rather than to explore his obsessions, another Times theater critic, Mel Gussow, wrote in a 1972 review, when Sandy Baron replaced Gorman.
But Barry found a powerful fan in Bob Fosse. After directing the movie version of the Broadway musical Cabaret (1972), for which he won the Academy Award for best director, Fosse decided that he wanted Lenny to be his next film project. He hired Barry to write the script.
In the play, I mythologized Lenny Bruce, Barry told Rolling Stone in 1974. In contrast, he said, the movie offered a cold, objective approach.
Barry was perhaps referring to the films depiction of Bruces decline ranting onstage about his arrests, shooting heroin, speechifying pathetically in court and finally dying of a morphine overdose naked on his bathroom floor in Los Angeles.
Yet in Lenny, filmed in arty black and white, Bruces flaws are redeemed. He cheats on his wife, but he shows himself to be faithful to her when she needs him most. His idealism about racial slurs that by using them, people can sap them of their malign power goes unquestioned. His enemies in the legal system do not explain their defense of conservative social mores.
Barry saw Bruce as a tragic hero.
The whole beauty of Lenny, he told Rolling Stone, is his message: Were all the same schmuck.
Julian Barry Mendelsohn Jr. was born Dec. 24, 1930, in the Bronx, New York, and grew up in the Riverdale neighborhood. His father struggled as a salesperson during the Depression but eventually rose to become an executive at the Hudson Pulp and Paper Co. His mother, Grace (Fein) Mendelsohn, donated time and money to Jewish causes and the theater.
Julian began acting as a teenager while attending Horace Mann, a day school in Riverdale, where, he wrote in his memoir, My Night With Orson (2011), he was a townie not as privileged as wealthier fellow students who lived in uptown Manhattan. Believing it would aid a future career in show business and following the advice of Philip Burton, a British director who taught at a summer acting camp that Barry attended he modified his name to sound less Jewish while still just a teenager.
He was briefly an undergraduate at Syracuse University and Emerson College in Massachusetts. After serving in the Army and fighting in Korea in his early 20s, he established a career as a Broadway stage manager. He then took a risk at the age of 35, turning down steady work to focus on writing.
Barry found success in television writing scripts in the 1960s for popular shows like Mission: Impossible. His first screenplay to be filmed was Rhinoceros (1974), an adaptation of Eugène Ionescos play, starring Zero Mostel and Gene Wilder.
Barrys four marriages ended in divorce. In addition to his daughter Julia, from his third marriage, to film producer Laura Ziskin, he is survived by his longtime partner, Samantha Harper Macy; two daughters, Sally and Jennifer Barry, from his second marriage, to Patricia Foley; a son, Michael, also from that marriage; five grandchildren; and one great-grandson.
In his autobiography, Barry described years of meeting stars and starlets. He and Frank Sinatra spent hours telling old stories and imagining a movie they might make together.
Summing up his life in the mid-1980s, he wrote, I was still bumming a ride on my Academy nomination.
Yet project after project of his did not get made, lost in the Hollywood purgatory known as development.
To some extent, Barry wrote, it was his own fault for becoming too hip for his own good. He grew his hair long, and he name-dropped in the offhand style of a Hollywood Phony, he wrote. Discussing a script of his with Robert Redford and director Sydney Pollack in Redfords hotel room, he suddenly lit up a joint. He was later told that the two men did not like him.
I had to live up to my reputation, Barry recalled, as the man who wrote about Lenny Bruce.
This article originally appeared in
The New York Times.