Blood Brothers 311.
(photo credit: Courtesy of Daniel Kaminski)
It’s fitting that Hollywood goddess Marilyn Monroe is invoked throughout, for
Blood Brothers is the stuff of Greek tragedy, a story whose bleak ending is
foretold by its beginning.
Poverty forces Mrs. Johnstone (Maya Dagan) to
relinquish one of her newborn twin boys to the wealthy but childless Mrs. Lyons
Mickey Johnstone (Nadav Nates) and Eddy Lyons (Ido
Rosenberg), ignorant of their relationship, meet in childhood, swearing eternal
friendship. Time and circumstance betray them both.
The twins die as they
were born, on the same day.
This Blood Brothers
is technically superb.
Eran Atzmon’s set moves effortlessly from urban grit to pastoral tranquility,
from interior to exterior. Uri Morag’s lighting contributes more visual weight
and Moni Medanik’s costumes complement both.
And therein lies the nub of
Technical excellence is all there is.
lacking. Instead of just telling the story, instead of letting its latent power
emerge, instead of trusting the audience to “get it,” Gilad Kimchi chose to
exchange depth for surface, passion for gloss.
Without an inherent
toughness and dignity to drive them, these characters will not work. Maya Dagan
charms as Mrs. Johnstone, but charm is not enough. It’s only toward the end,
when Mickey feels he has lost everything, that Nadav Nates inhabits the
Ido Rosenberg manages better as Eddy, and Hila Zitoun has
grabbed Mrs. Lyons most of the time.
Fortunately there’s also the
hair-raising, spine-chilling, goose bump-inducing Doron Tavory as the Narrator.
His every appearance gives this Blood Brothers
the heft and integrity it