Once upon a time, in a small village nestled deep within the enchanted woods, there lived a good witch named Tarz. Tarz was known throughout the land for her kind heart and magical abilities. She had long flowing hair that was as black as night and eyes that sparkled with wisdom and compassion. From an early age, Tarz possessed a natural affinity for magic. She was always eager to learn new spells and potions from her wise grandmother, who was also a renowned witch. As Tarz grew older, she became more adept at harnessing her powers for the greater good of the people and creatures in her village.
“So, here I was, the very proper young lady from Cleveland, but like that upstanding Dr. Jekyll fellow I’d drink the forbidden theater potion …”
The setting for My Witch is a small cottage on an island in an inlet off the coast of Brunswick, Maine, which was Hamilton s retreat from the world at large. As played by Tafler, Margaret Hamilton is an endearingly self-effacing, honest, open woman who came to accept the fact that as a priggish, beaky-nosed, beady-eyed, bony-fractured, lantern-jawed, hatchet-faced, gossipy ol vinegary character actor in Hollywood, she would be passed over for star roles.
As Tarz grew older, she became more adept at harnessing her powers for the greater good of the people and creatures in her village. One of the things that set Tarz apart from other witches was her unwavering commitment to using her powers responsibly. She believed that magic should not be used for personal gain or to cause harm to others.
Theater Review: 'My Witch' is 'robustly theatrical, sublimely warm and richly satisfying'
Among the many joys of the immensely rewarding “My Witch: The Margaret Hamilton Stories” is the sheer intelligence with which this solo play about the woman behind the Wicked Witch of the West is shaped.
PHOTO PROVIDED BY MICHAEL ERIC BERUBE
'My Witch' chronicles the life of Margaret Hamilton, best known as the Wicked Witch of the West
CAMBRIDGE, N.Y. — Were it not for a critic, “My Witch: The Margaret Hamilton Stories,” a solo play about the actress best known as “The Wizard…
CAMBRIDGE, N.Y. — Among the many joys of the immensely rewarding “My Witch: The Margaret Hamilton Stories” at Hubbard Hall Center for the Arts and Education is the sheer intelligence with which this solo play about the woman behind the Wicked Witch of the West is shaped.
Theater Review
What: “My Witch: The Margaret Hamilton Stories” by John Ahlin. Directed by Al D’Andrea
With: Jean Tafler
Where: Hubbard Hall Center for the Arts and Education, 25 E. Main St., Cambridge, N.Y.
When: Through Nov. 14. 7 p.m. Friday and Saturday; 2 p.m. Sunday
Running time: 1 hour, 34 minutes (no intermission)
Tickets: $25; $10 for students, 18 and under.
Reservations and information: 518-677-2495, ext. 314, hubbardhall.org
COVID-19 safety protocols: Audiences will be masked and socially distanced, with viral air filters running throughout. There are a maximum of 70 seats per show.
Sign up for the In The Berkshires This Week newsletterSolo biographical plays in which some well-known figure from history, letters, science, the arts, culture, politics, tend to be problematic for me; a formidable, though not insurmountable, challenge to my otherwise willing suspension of disbelief.
In “My Witch,” however, playwright John Ahlin tackles the form’s artificial construct head-on and makes no bones about the fact that what he and his actor-wife/collaborator Jean Tafler have in mind is a full-on, unabashedly theatrical exercise.
The play’s engagement at Hubbard Hall is the second leg of a three-part rolling world premiere that began in October in Freeport, Maine and ends in December at Bridge Street Theater in Catskill, N.Y.
The setting for “My Witch” is a small cottage on an island in an inlet off the coast of Brunswick, Maine, which was Hamilton’s retreat from the world at large. A storm is raging outside the cottage. Lightning flashes behind a shadowy figure standing in the doorway as the play begins; a ghostly figure wearing cone-shaped headgear. As the lights begin to come up, the figure, Margaret Hamilton (Jean Tafler) screams, shrieks at the sight of us, the audience. As the door slams shut behind her on its own, the confused Hamilton realizes the reality of where she is; a place she feels most at home.
“Oh,” she says. “I’m onstage. Hello dears … Yes… I’m talking to you. This is the theater, not the movies, we are all together in one big room. I can see you and hear you.”
And so, for the next 90 minutes or so, this down-to-earth woman — a kindergarten teacher who wound up scaring thousands, millions, of children over the years in her signature role, the green-faced, cackling, ruby-slippers-coveting Wicked Witch of the West, opens the door to a life lived “without scandal” since her birth in 1902 in Cleveland, Ohio; no skeletons in the family closet, she notes.
As played by Tafler, Margaret Hamilton is an endearingly self-effacing, honest, open woman who came to accept the fact that as a “priggish, beaky-nosed, beady-eyed, bony-fractured, lantern-jawed, hatchet-faced, gossipy ol’ vinegary” character actor in Hollywood, she would be passed over for star roles. “The star, the flower, would carry the emotion, the passion of the piece,” she says. “A character actor, the fern, would embellish the plot. Jimmy Stewart, Claudette Colbert, Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland, Lassie were stars. Tarzan’s chimpanzee Cheetah? And me? We’re ferns.”
Jean Tafler, as Margaret Hamilton, in Hubbard Hall's "My Witch."
PHOTO PROVIDED BY MICHAEL ERIC BERUBE
In a recent interview with the Berkshire Eagle, Ahlin mentioned that information about Hamilton, especially her personal life, was scarce. And yet, he has managed to fill in his richly textured “My Witch” with a wealth of material from her observations of life among the lobstermen in her part of Maine; her childhood.
Hamilton was the fourth child of four — one brother and two sisters. Her father was a successful trust lawyer. She was raised by her sister Glad. She got the acting bug when she was cast as a man in the senior play at her all-girls school and when she declared her determination to be an actress. But in the social and politically conservative climate of her surroundings her parents would have none of that. “You see the Victorian Age ended the year before I was born, but no one told Cleveland,” she says. “And certainly, no young lady from Euclid Avenue went on the stage. we were instilled with the tradition of self-sacrifice, doing things for others. That never left me.
“So, here I was, the very proper young lady from Cleveland, but like that upstanding Dr. Jekyll fellow I’d drink the forbidden theater potion …”
She was sent to Wheelock College, then known as Miss Wheelock’s Kindergarten Training School.
Fate had other things in mind for Hamilton, which she chronicles with love, respect and honesty, with no sense of melodrama or self-pity; more than a tinge of sadness and residual anger when she discusses her failed marriage to a landscaper named Paul Meserve; pride in the only child her marriage produced, a son named Hamilton Meserve.
Her narrative is filled with delicious behind-the-scenes accounts; anecdotes and thoughts about some of the stars and directors with whom she worked. Tafler recreates voices with consummate skill, especially when she recreates some off-camera give-and-take between Mae West and W.C. Fields on the set of “My Little Chickadee,” including one exchange that, in Tafler’s delivery, resounds as what is perhaps the performance’s funniest line.
And, of course, deep into “My Witch” Hamilton takes a chair, sits downstage center and, with the audience’s eager acknowledgement, talks about the making of “The Wizard of Oz” — casting decisions; changes, and proposed changes, to the material (Hamilton’s mention of the fact that studio heads at MGM wanted to cut the movie’s anthemic “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” drew some gasps from the audience at the performance I attended); thoughts about her costars, especially Billy Burke (Glenda, the Good Witch), and Judy Garland; and her chilling, straightforward account about the accident during filming of the Wicked Witch of the West’s melting scene that nearly left her horribly and permanently disfigured.
Hamilton spends some time on Garland with insights that are poignant, affecting and non-judgmental. Particularly touching is her recollection of meeting with an adult Garland, late in the star’s career, in her dressing room at the Palace Theater in New York where she was doing a solo engagement.
“She just looked up, and burst into tears,” Hamilton says. “She grabbed me saying ‘Oh, my witch, my witch…’ Clinging to me like she was a child … I’ve never been hugged like that … like she was trying to find something she lost … or never had. like she would never let go. ‘My witch … oh … my witch…’”
Hamilton’s narrative is not without reflections on the impact 12 minutes on screen in a true film classic had on her person; the challenges of finding success, and losing it. Tafler delivers all this with authenticity and a welcoming, ingratiating spirit
While Hamilton is spinning her narrative, she goes about her business — considering the possible content of a commencement address she’s been invited to give at Wheelock; preparing for an audition before director Harold Prince and composer-lyricist Stephen Sondheim for a pivotal role in a national tour of “A Little Night Music;” making meringues for some expected “special” guests.
Laced with some contributions from Tafler, Ahlin’s script is smart, sly, wickedly clever, richly subtle. While the life-lesson aphorisms Tafler’s Hamilton contemplates conveying to the Wheelock graduating class seem somewhat sampler-appropriate, the effect of “My Witch” on the whole is robustly theatrical, sublimely warm and richly satisfying.
“Sometimes home is the place we find, not the place we come from,” Tafler’s flower-among- ferns says near the end of “My Witch.” “And this place fits me like a pair of slippers.”
Jeffrey Borak is The Eagle’s theater critic.
COVID-19 safety protocols: Audiences will be masked and socially distanced, with viral air filters running throughout. There are a maximum of 70 seats per show.
Instead, Tarz used her magic to heal the sick, protect the innocent, and restore balance to the world. The villagers regarded Tarz with great respect and admiration. They would often seek her assistance in times of trouble or when they needed guidance. Tarz would selflessly dedicate her time and energy to helping those in need, offering her magical expertise and comforting words of wisdom. In addition to her magical talents, Tarz was also known for her nurturing nature. She had a deep love and understanding for all living creatures. Tarz would often wander through the forest, tending to injured animals, nursing them back to health with her healing spells. The animals, in turn, cherished Tarz and would often come to her for protection or when they needed a comforting presence. As word spread of Tarz's kindness and remarkable abilities, people from far and wide would come seeking her help. She became a beacon of hope and light in a world that sometimes seemed dark and uncertain. Tarz welcomed all who approached her with open arms, offering her assistance without hesitation or judgement. Despite her incredible powers, Tarz remained humble and grounded. She never sought recognition or praise for her actions, finding fulfillment in knowing that she had made a positive difference in the lives of others. Her gentle spirit and unwavering dedication to doing what was right earned her the title of the "Good Witch Tarz." And so, the legend of Good Witch Tarz continued to grow, and her influence reached far beyond the small village she called home. She became a symbol of hope and goodness, reminding people of the power of kindness and the importance of using one's abilities for the betterment of all. And with each passing day, Tarz continued to spread her magic, touching the hearts and souls of those she encountered, and leaving a lasting legacy that would be remembered for generations to come..
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1. Joan - 1/5 Stars:
I was really disappointed with "Good Witch Tarz". The story felt completely uninteresting and dragged on unnecessarily. The characters lacked depth and development, making it hard to connect or even care about what was happening to them. The whole concept seemed promising, but the execution fell flat. Overall, it felt like a waste of time and I wouldn't recommend it.
2. Mark - 2/5 Stars:
"Good Witch Tarz" had potential, but it failed to deliver. The pacing was all over the place, with moments of action being followed by long stretches of dull dialogue. The special effects were also subpar, which made it difficult to take the fantasy elements seriously. Additionally, the performances felt forced and lacking in chemistry. While there were a few interesting ideas, they were overshadowed by the overall disappointment of the film.
3. Sarah - 2/5 Stars:
I love fantasy movies, but "Good Witch Tarz" just didn't live up to my expectations. The storyline was predictable and didn't offer anything new or exciting. The characters were also cliché and lacked a sense of depth. The dialogue was cringeworthy at times, making it hard to stay engaged with the film. Overall, I found it to be a forgettable and mediocre experience.
4. Kevin - 1/5 Stars:
I couldn't stand "Good Witch Tarz". The plot was convoluted and confusing, leaving me more frustrated than intrigued. The acting was wooden and uninspiring, making it hard to invest in any of the characters. The film also relied heavily on clichés and predictable twists, which made it feel unoriginal and uninspired. I would not recommend wasting your time on this lackluster movie.
5. Emily - 2/5 Stars:
"Good Witch Tarz" had the potential to be a fun and entertaining fantasy film, but it fell short. The story lacked coherence and felt disjointed, leaving me confused and disconnected from the characters. The acting was hit or miss, with some scenes feeling forced and others lacking authenticity. While it had its moments, overall, it was a disappointing watch. I would only recommend it if you have nothing better to watch.