Predictability usually kills a play but in The Rainmaker predictability is as comforting as homemade pumpkin pie. You know Lizzie is going to get a man, you know the rainmaker is a conman and, shucks, you know it’s gonna rain. But the play goes where our hearts want it to go; it’s just a matter of how long it takes to get there and what surprises we might meet along the way.
And that’s another thing: it takes 145 minutes with two intermissions to get there but who cares because director Ron Reed and this terrific cast keep this prairie romance at a quick trot.
My guest, a prairie boy from Alberta, commented on four things: the Stetsons aren’t battered enough, white Stetsons are only worn on Sundays, the men’s jeans aren’t dirty enough and, dammit, Lizzie (Pippa Johnstone) is just not plain. She’s pretty, alright — even with her hair yanked primly back. Any guy can see that.
Those of us west of the Rockies don’t twig to these ranch hand details, which, nevertheless, didn’t ruin my guest’s enjoyment of The Rainmaker — he was just, you know, saying.
Written by American playwright N. Richard Nash in the early ’50s, the play is set in drought-plagued Kansas in the ’30s. Crops are withered, cattle are dying and there’s not a cloud in the sky. On top of that H.C. Curry, a weathered rancher (Andrew Wheeler) and his two sons Noah (Kenton Klassen) and Jim (Ryan Scramstad) are coming to the realization that Lizzie, the boys’ 20-something sister, is doomed to become an old maid.
She’s sensible, would make a feller a fine wife but she’s been told so often by brother Noah that she’s plain, she believes it. The guys try to hook her up with the town deputy File (John Voth) but that only leads to painfully awkward moments between them.
Suddenly, Starbuck, a smooth-talking, charismatic stranger, swaggers through the door and promises, for an advance of $100, to make it rain. The whole family is turned upside down as if a tornado had driven through the place. He’s obviously, as Lizzie points out, “a liar and a conman,” but H.C. Curry is a desperate man.
The writing is on this Kansas farmhouse walls; $100 is going to change hands.
While it’s obviously a lot of fun portraying a scoundrel, not everyone gets it right. Robert Salvador does: his Starbuck is a cocky, fast-talking con artist but Salvador lets us see Starbuck’s vulnerability, too. With two very successful brothers, Starbuck is the family loser. All he wants is to succeed at something, maybe settle down, stop running from town to town where, once revealed, he has to hit the road.
There’s lots of dry-as-dust humour with the banter between father and sons. As grizzled H.C., Wheeler (so different from his recent portrayal of Stephen Harper) is gruff and straight to the point as H.C. keeps pugnacious Noah and sweet, slightly simple Jim from beating on each other.
Johnstone, at the heart of this story, strikes a lovely balance between longing and resignation. We’re pulling for Lizzie and, like her father and Jim, we don’t much care whether she goes off with Starbuck or hooks up with File.
Drought. Not something we experience much in these parts. But drought in this play is emotional as well as actual. And when it finally rains, it sure as heck pours. Hallelujah.
The Rainmaker runs until Nov. 1 at Pacific Theatre. For tickets, call 604-731-5518 or go to pacifictheatre.org.
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