By William Wolf

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The revival of A.R. Gurney’s “Love Letters,” directed by Gregory Mosher, reveals what a charming, often amusing and ultimately poignant play it is. With Brian Dennehy and Mia Farrow teamed as the stars—other pairs will assume the roles as the run proceeds—it is hard to imagine how they could be topped.

The play involves two people who have been corresponding since grade school, in the beginning with the frivolity and inexperience of youth, but toward the end with the deeply felt passions of adulthood after a lifetime of communication.

Each star is seated at a table and reads from correspondence, with occasional meaningful pauses between letters, and the writing progressively reveals the ups and downs of the relationship of Andrew and Melissa. These days the communication might be via Twitter and/or e-mail, with the critical phone calls that are eventually included taking place over private cell phone numbers. But when the play was written there was still the hangover of the art of letter-writing, now sadly in even more decline.

Andrew evolves as a serious youth greatly influenced by his father and eventually becoming a politician and U.S. Senator. He is smitten as a boy with classmate Melissa and jealous when she pays attention to other lads as they grow up and sexuality develops.

Melissa, a child of privilege and having as an example a mother who repeatedly marries and divorces, is flakey and ultimately descends into a life that requires rehab and her own wrong choices of men. She regards Andrew as a friend, more like a brother, on whom she can lean.

The passage of time reveals their missed opportunities for connecting romantically, until a period when a passionate affair begins, alas too late, when Andrew is married, running for Senate re-election and unable to afford the scandal brewing. Given Melissa’s unstable personality, it is doubtful they would have made a good match in the first place.

Dennehy is superb, as he generally is, but Farrow is a play-stealer, partly because of her more showy role, and also because, given her film career as her mainstay, she now freshly reveals great power on stage. When Melissa builds into her crescendo of anguish and desperation, the result is heartbreaking, climaxing Farrow’s overall acting tour de force. One comes away inclined to want to see more of her in the theater. “Love Letters” is well worth the revival. At the Brooks Atkinson Theatre, 256 West 47th Street. Phone: 877-250-2929. Reviewed September 26, 2014.

  

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