Hayes Theater

Broadway review by Adam Feldman  Welcome to the Dahl house! The living room is festooned with Christmas lights, a well-trimmed tree abuts the dining table, and stockings are hung with care by the hearth as aging parents and grown-up siblings reunite for the holidays at the family home in Connecticut. This is the scene of Leslye Headland’s stormy, compassionate, cuttingly observant new play Cult of Love—and if it seems too storybook-cozy to be true, that’s because it is.  The Dahl family is close, but less in the sense of intimate than in the sense of stifling. They come together most joyfully when they’re making music, which they do often throughout the play, drawing on a seemingly endless supply of props that are scattered around the space: upright piano, banjo, uke, melodica, harmonica, washboard, bells. But such instruments of distraction can only do so much to keep the family’s shadows at bay: illness, disappointment, anger, fear. Cult of Love | Photograph: Courtesy Joan Marcus Family matriarch Ginny (Mare Winningham) uses the rituals of Christmas festivity as a shield for her denial and defensiveness; her husband, Bill (David Rasche, the latest in Broadway’s recent succession of actors from Succession) is showing signs of dementia, which manifests in part as an abundance of affection. (“Okay. I just want to say. That I love everyone here.”) Their eldest child, Mark (Zachary Quinto), who quit divinity school to become a lawyer, now seems stalled once again at a...