Our Guthrie Theater has done it again. For the umpteenth time in its storied history, the Guthrie has told a classic story in a compelling way. And "compelling" isn't the half of it. "South Pacific" as rendered by director Joseph Haj and his troupe is simply brilliant, not to mention stunning. And, by the way, the show was delightfully entertaining.
As if all of that is not enough, we hit the jackpot by way of a post-play discussion. The performers, now in civvies, were engaging and responsive, funny and self-deprecating.
And yet … another sort of deprecation circulated throughout the theater. Together, the players and members of the audience put down the past. At the same time, we semi-celebrated the present, even as we anticipated the future with a sense of progressive-minded hopefulness.
Yes, racism was a terrible problem in the American past. Yes, it remains an ongoing problem today. And, yes, this show, at least in part, is about doing something to help assure that it will be less of a problem in the future.
And while we were at it, we Minnesotans nicely put down Southerners for their archaic, outmoded and otherwise wrongheaded racial views. Or at the very least we felt sorry for them. Second, while we were at that, we also felt sorry for the son of Mainline Philadelphia who failed to summon the courage to let love triumph over all. For that matter, he may be worth (or not worth) putting down as well.
Lt. Joe Cable is, of course, that son. It is he who unleashes the song that amounts to Rodgers and Hammerstein at their un-Sam Goldwynlike best. Or worst. It was Goldman who famously cautioned against films with a message by advising message-minded producers to send a telegram instead.
Cable's message in "You've Got To Be Carefully Taught" is unmistakable:
You've got to be taught