Early in the first act I whispered to my companion and said “I love this!” Extremely well written by Joshua Hartman with stellar performances directed by Jeremy Wechsler, “Prayer for the French Republic” (a Northlight Theatre Theatre Wit co-production) attempts to reveal the soul-searching and angst among a Jewish family in Paris amid the recent rise in antisemitism in their country.

After generations of security in the comfort of acceptance by their countrymen, the Salomon family encounters violent attacks by newly emergent antisemitic factions in France. How can this be happening?

In three acts we see the sweep of history across five generations of Salomons, who manufacture and sell pianos.
The opening scene is in a Paris apartment in 2016, where Marcelle Salomon (Janet Ulrich Brooks is sensational) welcomes a newly arrived American cousin, Molly (Maya Lou Hlava is perfect, brimming with Francophile excitement). We are given to understand their conversation, and the entire play, is all in French—though delivered in English.

Raised as a secular Jew and not very observant, Molly is something of a renegade. “My parents didn’t want me to come, because of the, you know, terrorism.” Despite her fluency, Molly is largely ignorant of French culture, but it’s love at first sight, expressed largely by her preternatural fixation on croissants. A little cringeworthy, maybe, but Hlava perfectly captures the tone of a good hearted American in Paris. I've been that way. 

After Marcelle delivers a comical machine-gun paced recitation of the family tree outlining their familial connection—one that has Molly nodding but bewildered—Marcelle goes on to explain that her husband, Charles Bertharnou (Rom Barkhorder) is a Sephardic Jew, his family having emigrated from North Africa as France withdrew from its colonies in the 1960s. And the added horror that Nazis did away with 25 percent of the Jewish population during the war. 

Larence Grimm as Patrick Salomon in "Prayer for the French Republic."

“Most Jews in France are Sephardic,” explains Marcelle. “Why is that,” asks Molly in her abject ignorance. Marcelle's brother, Patrick (Larence Grimm), appears periodically as aloof narrator, and in the family drama as well. He has shed his Judaic heritage even as his nephew Daniel leads his family to renew their embrace of it. 

The action is interrupted with tragedy. Marcelle’s husband returns with their son Daniel (Max Stewart in a magnetic performance), bloodied by an attack on the street. Suddenly, Molly, the secular Jew, is confronted with a violent anti-semitism that she has not experienced before. In the course of the play, she will be adjacent to the profound impact this has on the Salomon family—her character something of a device, the naive observer, for the script to examine these challenging issues.

Playwright Hartman then jumps through time artfully, with a vignette of 1944 as an earlier generation of Salomons weathers the Vichy government’s persecution of Jews under Hitler’s dominion. Adolphe and Irma Salomon (Torrey Hanson and Kathy Scambiaterra) are the perfect odd couple, whose sons Lucien (Alex Weisman) and Young Pierre (Nathan Becker) have fled without warning. Adolphe and Irma themselves are spared by a sympathetic policeman, and they suffer the war physically unscathed, selling pianos now to German Nazis, though beset by angst over the welfare of their sons.

Rae Gray as Elodie and Janet Ulrich Brooks as her mother Marcelle.

Then we’re back to 2017, where Rae Gray turns in a compelling performance as Elodie, Daniel’s manic depressive sister—a familiar and haunting presence in the Paris apartment, she sleeps until noon and shrugs off her mother’s hectoring diatribes urging her to get a life. In one manic moment, Gray launches into a monologue always nearing but almost never quite reaching its concluding "My point is" that rivals the showstoppers familiar at the Steppenwolf stage. Accoloades are due the playwright, and Gray, for pulling this off so very, very well. 

Meanwhile the family has been ruminating on the cloud of antisemitic fervor sweeping across their homeland. Charles weighs emigrating, while Daniel and Molly have other things on their minds: they have fallen in love.

All this comes to resolution in Act 3, where the promise of the first two acts is delivered upon, unsatisfyingly in my view, but it pleased the audience, which rose to its feet as the curtain dropped.

What’s not to like? The set for an upscale Parisian apartment didn’t measure up, nor the language and demeanor. to my mind. did not evoke the refinement one might expect - much more Manhattan than Paris. And the storyline unravels at the end as the script devolves into more preachy and polemic than the thinking and convincing leading up to the final act.

Strings were tied up perhaps too neatly in a packaged ending. Daniel might have made a different choice than what seems to have been foreordained by the playwright. And about the piano: it seemed out of tune. And would the fifth generation owners of a piano manufacturer be reluctant to ship an instrument due to weight? I think not.

Nevertheless, this show is recommended for the pure joy of excellent performances, and the intellectual and emotional processes that lead to the resolution, unsatisfying as it might have been for me. “Prayer for the French Republic, co-produced by Northlight Theatre and Chicago’s Theater Wit, runs through May 18 at Northlight Theatre in Skokie, IL.

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