The big, hulking Keach might be closer in body type to LBJ than RMN, but he captures Nixons essence: the pugnacity, the pious streak, the self-pity, the orotund vocal style. A late-night drunken phone call from Nixon to Frost is an invention of the playwrights, but it makes a plausible case that Nixon saw in his young interrogator a kindred spirit: someone, like him, who was looked down upon by the establishment but nevertheless rose to power. The opening-night audience at TBPAC broke into applause after the call; it was hard to tell whether they were applauding Keachs tour de force or Nixons defiant bravado (a little of both, I suspect).
As Frost, Alan Cox is a worthy adversary. At first, the characterization seems to bear out the suspicion of serious journalists that Frost wasnt up to the task of a major political interview: Cox plays him as a dapper boulevardier, sprightly, even bouncy. Theres real suspense as you wait for this lightweight to make a dent in the veteran politicians armor; when Nixon launches into a filibuster rather than answer a question directly, Cox sinks into his armchair as if in retreat. But toward the end of the interview, when Frost knows hes got Nixon where he wants him, Cox perches on the edge of his seat, ready to go in for the kill.
The other actors in the ensemble do a good job of establishing the emotional stakes that attended this historic interview: Ted Koch as Jack Brennan, the ramrod-straight retired Marine who was Nixons post-resignation chief of staff; Bob Ari as Bob Zelnick, the frustrated researcher who fears Frost is going to go down in flames. And director Grandage does a lot with a little. During the interview, the adversaries two camps are grouped at opposite sides of the stage. Theres a crucial moment when Nixon is confronted with a particularly tough question, and Brennan makes the smallest of forward movements, as if hes instinctively moving in to defend his boss. Its a tiny detail, but it speaks volumes.
Only Brian Sgambati as James Reston, Jr. feels off. Reston was the historian who helped prep Frost for his interview with Nixon, and who later wrote the book The Conviction of Richard Nixon that inspired Morgans play. So its a tough role; Reston is not only the hothead crusader determined to crucify Nixon, he is also the plays narrator, charged with delivering large chunks of exposition. Sgambati, who declaims with the bright, overly loud emphasis of a motivational speaker, succeeds in making an already annoyingly self-righteous character even more so.
But its the actors playing Frost and Nixon that make or break this play, and in Keach and Cox the national touring production is doubly fortunate. The final tableaux underscore Morgans point about the dance of showbiz and politics: Frost the center of attention at a glamorous party; Nixon in closeup on the screen, his face huge and defeated. The images, like the performances, are indelible.