Molina on El Molino in a Meditation on Dementia

Alejandro De Hoyas at Opening Night of The Father at Pasadena Playhouse on Feb 11, 2020. // Photo by Nick Agro


Alfred Molina renders a devastating depiction of dementia in Florian Zeller’s award winning The Father. Ably directed by Jessica Kubzansky, this one-act Alzheimer-palooza is staged in what is usually described as a “cinematic” way, with intercutting and perhaps even montage used to indicate Andre’s (Molina) increasingly fragmented, confused perception of reality. The lighting and sound designers, respectively Elizabeth Harper and John Zalewski, adroitly enhance the loss of his bearings, with David Meyer’s shape shifting sets adding to Andre’s sense of mental mayhem.


At one point race is effectively used for shock value - not in a cultural, ethnic sense but in a visual way that jolts the senses. Andre is also always looking for his watch, which he accuses caregivers (as a convenient ruse to sack them, so he can maintain his ephemeral sense of independence) and others of stealing. But in contrast to, say, Rolexes, Andre’s watches are more akin to Salvador Dali’s melting timepieces, symbolizing the distortion of the passage of time.


Zeller is a French novelist and playwright who has won Moliere Awards, Paris’ highest theatrical accolade. In 2016 The Father was Tony-nommed for Best Play, while Frank Langella scored the acting Tony for his portrayal of Andre. Likewise, Kenneth Cranham won Britain’s Olivier Award for Best Actor, while The Father was nominated for the Olivier for Best New Play in 2016. The venerable playwright Christopher Hampton translated Zeller’s text from French into English.


Molina is one of those lovable thesps who always exudes a love of acting (unlike others like Marlon Brando who moan and groan about their art form). Alfred knows he has a fab job, and obviously enjoys doing it - much to audiences’ delight. The enormously talented Molina has an expansive range, stretching from his first screen role in Steven Spielberg’s 1981 Raiders of the Lost Ark to Mexican mural artist Diego Rivera in 2002’s Frida to Spidey’s arch-nemesis Dr. Octopus in 2004’s Spider-Man 2 to an opportunistic father in 2009’s An Education, and so on. The London-born Molina has a gift for the screen and the stage (while this is Alfred’s first full production at Pasadena Playhouse, despite his success in Hollywood and beyond, Molina is no stranger to L.A. theatergoers), as well as for both drama and comedy.


To be sure, The Father does have some humorous touches and moments. But ticket buyers beware, this is no rom-com as Zeller’s meditation on dementia can be quite distressing and disturbing - just as this disease is in real life. Like Shakespeare in King Lear and the last hour or so of Martin Scorsese’s The Irishman, Zeller and his cast tackle a touchy, troubling topic - the negative effects of aging. It’s certainly realistic, and Molina’s memorable performance as a man struggling to keep his bearings, his dignity and to remain in control won’t be forgotten when its Ovation Awards time. But audiences seeking escapist (notice I didn’t say “mindless”) entertainment should remember to look elsewhere. Losing one’s mind and sense of self is no laughing matter (even if it has been played for laughs, as with Ruth Gordon’s character in Carl Reiner’s irreverent 1970 comedy classic Where’s Poppa?). It’s truly admirable that Zeller and Pasadena Playhouse are taking this disease out of the shadows and placing it in the limelight.


My one quibble is that Alfred looks a bit too young to portray the aging Andre beset by memory loss and the onset of Alzheimer’s (or whutevah he’s suffering from). His beard is gray but Andre/Alfred has all of his hair, which is more or less jet black. Nevertheless, his is a harrowing journey that takes us down a disintegrating path we’d rather avoid in our own lives.


The supporting cast seems to play different roles at different times or something like that, which only serves to heighten the sense of uncertainty, just as the rearrangement and departure of furniture cleverly does. NAACP Theater Award nominee Lisa Renee Pitts, who played Dr. Dre’s mom in the 2015 NWA biopic Straight Outta Compton, co-stars as Woman; Robert Mammana is Man; Michael Manuel is Pierre; Sue Cremin is Anne; and Pia Shah plays Laura. Kubzansky adroitly directs her ensemble, as well as the mise-en-scène that creatively externalizes and expresses Andre’s state of mind (or lack of).


Zeller may have the gift of prophecy as today’s America seems to be suffering from people dominating the public sphere who appear to be experiencing mental diseases and a complete, total lack of self awareness and self delusion. Molina takes us into that realm - but thankfully, for only 90 minutes or so. Be that as it may, as rough sledding as this challenging subject is, the main reason to see it is to get a chance to witness one of the greats, Alfred Molina, tread on the boards in the flesh, up close - if, perhaps, a bit too close and personal for comfort.


The Father is being performed through March 1 on Tuesday-Friday evenings at 8:00 p.m.; Saturday at 2:00 p.m. and 8:00 p.m.; Sunday at 2:00 p.m. and 7:00 p.m. at the Pasadena Playhouse, 39 South El Molino Avenue, Pasadena, CA 91101. Info: (626)356-7529;


To its credit, Pasadena Playhouse - California’s Official State Theater - partnered with Alzheimer’s Los Angeles for this show. And 3:30 p.m., Feb. 22 it is hosting a free and open to the public conversation with Alzheimer’s expert Dr. Stephen Aisen.


L.A.-based critic/film historian Ed Rampell co-authored “The Hawaii Movie and Television Book.” (See: Rampell recently received a theatre critic award: