Written by Harry Haun in 2012. . .

Christopher Plummer Wins Oscar 2012 . . .

There is a defining moment in Harold Pinter’s ”No Man’s Land” – a word, really—that betrays Christopher Plummer’s unbridled passion for the written text.

Playing a shabby wannabe poet, he is taking his leave of Jason Robards in an imperious huff, bundling up against the bitter cold and blathering on in a torrent of lofty verbiage. When he hits the last word of his speech—“nonchalance”—he flings a scarf across his shoulder and heads grandly for the exit. This occurred nearly 19 years ago in a Roundabout theatre no longer standing, and the memory of it—“nonchalance,” squeezed dry of all its French juice and pretention—is with me still. 

“I don’t remember it at all,” the actor admitted over the phone last week, but he did allow that his love of words is so total he often makes an italic impression without realizing it. In the spirit of that is “A Word or Two” – his little solo celebration of the poetry of prose that will get a special 60th season presentation at the Stratford Shakespeare Festival July 25 to Aug. 26, directed by artistic director Des McAnuff.

To date, only McAnuff has seen and heard the piece. Plummer pitched it to him as an audition in the breakfast nook of his Connecticut home, letting his literary life of late pass in review. “Some are silly, some great, some funny, some extraordinary, some classical. There’s a huge variety of stuff there, and I enjoy myself thoroughly because I love the words of each character. I have fun and try to make it as funny as I can because, when the serious stuff does appear, the audience is sorta ready for it.”

“A Word or Two” is his autobiographical trek through literature, leapfrogging from one favorite passage to another. Among the bases covered: Shaw, Shakespeare, Stephen Leacock, Archibald MacLeish, Ben Jonson, Ogden Nash and the Bible.

Plummer’s point? “I suppose the main theme in it–which I don’t hit over the head very hard, thank God!—is the fact that, in this day and age, young people in particular are losing the chance to really appreciate what great literature is, what with the sort of mien and the casual indifference that the Internet has on us. Books are disappearing. Parents should take care that they let their children know at a certain young age how wonderful and great our language is and what fun it is.

“My parents were marvelous. I was very lucky—I grew up in a very well-read home—and we were taught the value of books. Our family used to read aloud to each other sometimes after dinner. It was kind of an old Victorian custom, and it was great to be a part of that. They taught me reading could be fun as well as enriching.

“That’s the theme underneath it, but I don’t lecture anybody about it. I just show them that I had fun. The early section of my life was influenced by the books I was reading then–the A.A. Milnes and the Rudyard Kiplings. In my teens, I read different sorts of writers. When I reach middle age, we get all the love poems taken care of.”

This opus evolved in spurts and fragments from speeches Plummer gave at various charity events. In time, he thought it should generate a little money for his own charity. “I wanted to give it more of a production, elongate it a little bit more so there was more substance in it, so I asked Des to help set it up as a production.

“What we’re going to do is add a tiny bit of music underneath certain passages to lift them—very subtle because it’s about words and not music—and it will relieve the tension of too much speech. The lighting, of course, is essential.  Lighting can take the mood straight into the piece and then out again. Projections perhaps, but not many. If you have too much to look at, the audience stops listening to the words.”

McAnuff’s experience in helming one-man shows consists entirely of Billy Crystal’s “700 Sundays” which is quite a different kettle of gefilte fish, but he has directed Plummer at Stratford before, most recently in “The Tempest.“ “To hear Mr. Plummer,” reviewed Charles Isherwood in The New York Times, is to be bewitched by a spell that only authoritative classical actors can cast.”

In Plummer’s case, that spell stretched even farther back to radio and the Canadian Broadcast Company. “I grew up in radio, at the same time when Orson Welles was being such a radio star,” he recalled. “God! we had some wonderful people to emulate and to learn from. In Toronto in the mid-to-late ‘40s, the radio had an extraordinary high standard. It was perhaps some of the best radio dramas being done in the world. There were a group of actors—I’d say about ten of them—who could do 25 different kinds of voices each. They were absolutely trained for radio—and brilliant. John Drainie was probably the best radio actor in the world, and he usually played the leading roles. I joined that company, which was thrilling when I was about 19, and Orson would come up every now and then and be guest-star.

“Andrew Allen [head of CBC Radio Drama from 1943 to 1955] was the resident genius who brought music and words together in these shows. We did everything, from modern, contemporary, new stuff to “Peer Gynt” to the Shakespeares. We did everything on the radio. It was wonderful. I miss that medium so much.”

Despite his glorious speaking voice, Plummer has only been able to lift it twice in song—but both earned dividends well beyond his expectations. “Cyrano” won him the 1974 Tony for Best Actor in a Musical. And 1965’s film version of “The Sound of Music,” where he was the stern, whistle-tooting patriarch of the singing Von Trapps, earned him a permanent high-profile in the public consciousness.

The actor has grown more comfortable over the years with the palm leaves his Captain Von Trapp got from the masses. “It only bothers you when you think they haven’t seen anything else,” he said. “It’s just that the people see one thing, and they stick to it. Poor old Clark Gable was tortured by people who only remembered him for “Gone With the Wind.” It’s very nice to be known for “The Sound of Music,” and I admire Julie [Andrews], and I admired Robert Wise [the director] very much.

“I wouldn’t mind another one. I probably sing a bit better now that I’m terribly older than I did when I was young. If there was a great acting role as well as singing role, I’d like to do another musical. I had fun doing “Cyrano.” The serious parts in musicals aren’t really challenging enough. Andrew Lloyd Webber once asked me to do a musical of his, and I asked him if you could sorta write some dialogue so that I could at least balance myself on stage and do what I do best and then sing along side it, but he wouldn’t. It was all music. The whole damned thing was music so . . .”

Until last Feb. 26, Plummer with 100-plus films to his credit was considered by many the best actor since John Barrymore not to win an Academy Award. “And I won! I beat him, poor guy.” Not only that, the possibility of Plummer winning the Oscar as John Barrymore now exists. The film of his Tony-winning Barrymore, in which he played the actor at the end of his teetering tether, premiered at the last Toronto Film Festival and is set for release here in the fall.

“It’s a proper film, more than a filmed record,” he clarified. “Erik Canuel, who directed it, did very well with it. It’s still a film performance on the stage, but it’s changed because at certain moments the camera goes backstage and into rooms that belonged to Barrymore’s grandmother, Mrs. Drew. It’s quite cinematic. Closeups pick up things that you don’t even know they’re picking up. In one scene, Barrymore looks out from the stage, and there’s no audience. Suddenly, the mood changes.

“We all worked on it collectively for so long. It was quite funny to start with, but they just were gags. Then we said, ‘C’mon, let’s find some depth to this bloody thing,’ and of course there’s a lot in Barrymore if you search for it. He’s his own kind of self-destruction. Brooks Atkinson compared him to Icarus who flew too close to the sun.”

His most recent brush with movie houses, the McAnuff-helmed “Tempest,” was pre-recorded live over two days at Stratford and presented in a cluster of theatres June 14. “It’s a little more cinematic than a film recording, but we did not have time to really make a film out of it. It is, basically, the play photographed.”

By the time Plummer’s long wait for the Oscar ended last spring, he was 82 and the oldest performer ever to win the award, swiping that distinction from Jessica Tandy, a mere 80 at the time of her “Driving Miss Daisy” win. His competition for Best Supporting Actor of 2011 included Max von Sydow, who was eight months older but mute throughout “Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close,” giving Plummer the mellifluous edge as a late-blooming homosexual (like, 75 years old) in “Beginners.”

Considering the notable personages and parts that Plummer has played in the past, was it surprising that this would be his Oscar-winning performance? “First of all,” he replied, “I find it surprising, period. But for ‘Beginners,’ no—not surprising. I think I did some of the most relaxed work I’ve ever done on the screen. It was a charmingly written script, and I loved the character. I thought him divinely funny and sweet and not sorry for himself and just free. No, I thought it was sort of a right kind of role to be nominated for, and I thank Mike Mills for writing it so well.”

Plummer has played only one other gay—opposite Joanne Woodward in the TV movie version of Michael Cristofer’s Pulitzer Prize-winning “The Shadow Box.”

Since “Beginners,” he has done three or four other features. “I did something with HBO—‘Muhammad Ali’s Greatest Fight.’ It’s about the Supreme Court decision to grant him conscientious-objector status. It was a well-written script, and I‘m The Good Guy, John Marshall Harlan, who was one of the judges who granted him this.”

Real-life people and historical characters are a specialty with Plummer, who takes care to get them correct. “They require research. A lot. I didn’t have to research Mike Wallace because I watched him consistently since he was a hardcore journalist on TV in the ‘50s, but I certainly had to research people like Franz Ferdinand in a thing I did on the Hapsburgs—well, all of them, really.  I didn’t have to research Rudyard Kipling because I grew up with Rudyard Kipling. I find research fascinating. I’m going to do another. I’m not going to tell you what it is yet, but I’m going to do another real-life historical figure, and I’m going to have a ball getting dirt on him.”

His last Broadway appearance—his 17th—was as a fictional facsimile of Clarence Darrow in ”Inherit the Wind.” What are the chances he’ll next show up there as Christopher Plummer in “A Word or Two?” He responded cautiously: “Well, it’s not that kind of a show. It probably would do better in a smaller theatre Off Broadway, or a small theatre on Broadway where I could give it a limited run. It’s not very long, but it’s quite exhausting. It’s just me talking for a bloody hour and a half. ‘Barrymore’ was a toughie like that, but this one jumps around more, from one thing to another, different voices, different accents. And so it’s highly concentrated.

“If it’s well received and shows some promise—yeah, I’d love to come and do it for a limited run. The audience needs to be, at least for a part of it, well-read so they can recognize certain things that I do and know what the hell I’m talking about.”

The filmed “Tempest” probably means he won’t be doing Prospero on Broadway anytime soon. “The one I wanted to bring to New York was “Caesar and Cleopatra”– we might still do that. Nikki M. James, the young girl who won the Tony for ”Book of Mormon,“ was so wonderful in it. She was my Cleopatra and looked 16 on the stage, exactly the age that George Bernard Shaw had written her. I’m hoping that it will happen because it’s a part that I could play till I’m 100.”

Hail, Christopher! Keep the thought!