"Oklahoma Samovar" Review

Press image of Oklahoma Samovar written by Alice Eve Cohen. Photo by Marina Levitskaya-Khaldey. 

25 minutes into Alice Eve Cohen’s play Oklahoma Samovar, Hattie—an immigrant from Latvia—asks her newly-Kansan husband, “How will we be Jewish without other Jews?” 

It’s a compelling question, raising points about practicing Judaism in diaspora and acclimating to life in these United States in the years before mass Jewish migration. I expected this question to serve as a kind of thesis statement for the play, which won the 2021 National Jewish Playwriting Contest and opened this week at The Downstairs at La MaMa. 

Instead, I found the piece more interested in asking these kinds of questions than attempting to answer them. When it does answer a question—like another one central to the play, “Why did my mother want her ashes scattered on this farm?”—the road there is long-winded and troubled. There is something very Jewish about not answering or half-answering a question, but it is not dramaturgically compelling as an audience member to experience this over and over, especially with an act break placed only 45 minutes into a 130-minute play. 

Oklahoma Samovar is inspired by stories about Cohen’s great-grandparents, who were the only Jews to participate in the 1889 Oklahoma Land Run. The keeper of those stories was her great aunt Sylvia, played here by the wonderfully game Joyce Cohen. We’re told that Sylvia’s memory is faulty; she keeps forgetting she is talking to her great niece and not her sister, and she needs to start and stop a few times before launching into the family narrative she knows like the back of her hand. Storytelling, especially when the storyteller has memory issues, can be disjointed and tonally inconsistent. I was very charmed by Sylvia as a character, and I appreciated this play as a record of a unique Jewish-American experience. But the experience of Sylvia’s stories I had as an audience member was jarring in ways the production didn’t earn, often oscillating between scenes of domestic tranquility and violence without a moment’s notice. 

The strongest moments of Oklahoma Samovar come from the intergenerational relationships between the women in this family, which range from troubled to intimate. All of the women onstage—Cohen as Sylvia and Mrs. Giventer, Sarah Chalfie as Hattie and Maxine (I wanted 9 more scenes with Maxine!), Nadia Diamond as Emily and Rose, and Seren Kaiser as Little Clara—give excellent performances. In particular, Joyce Cohen’s range is an asset to this production; she deftly differentiates characters from Sylvia as a young girl to Sylvia as an old woman to an Irish banker to Mrs. Giventer, Rose’s hard-line, old-world mother-in-law. When the women of Oklahoma Samovar talk to each other, they drop time-appropriate facades and speak frankly about their inner lives and what they are going through. In an especially powerful scene, three generations of family members speak to each other across time, highlighting the cycles each of these women suffers through as members of the same narrative. The play shines when the characters react to their emotional lives and not just their given circumstances.

Eric Nightengale’s direction builds on what is jarring about Oklahoma Samovar. It often feels like all of the actors in this play exist in their own world, in their own style of performance. Again, I think theatrical tonal discrepancies can coalesce to form something greater than the sum of their parts, but audiences need to understand the difference between reality and abstraction. Puppetry only appears in this play after an hour-and-change of no puppetry, despite the fact that the script calls for puppetry throughout; act two expands the cast of characters significantly and changes the central conflict of the play from “How will we be Jewish without other Jews?” to “How will Rose prove her Jewishness to her Orthodox husband’s mother?” Plays have rules, set by the playwright, followed or artfully broken by the director. This production of Oklahoma Samovar changes its own rules often and without warning, to varying degrees of success. The result is that some scenes are much more compelling than others.

I love the moments of Oklahoma Samovar that are interested in history. I loved considering what it must have been like for the first Jewish immigrants to arrive in areas of this country that, the play says, didn’t know enough about Jews to be antisemitic. That notion is delivered with an appropriate degree of irony, but the flip side is never explored onstage in a way that could lead an audience member to conclude that ignorance and antisemitism are not the bedfellows the play claims they are. The play trusts the audience too much in some places, and not enough in others—Maxine refers to “the Great Depression” by name, during the Great Depression, when that term was not widely used to describe the economic collapse until later on in the thirties. I understand the Jewish impulse to explain yourself, but I wish Cohen’s script allowed for some learning through experience rather than learning through repetition of facts and recognizable names.

Oklahoma Samovar has many high points stymied by the lower-energy, confusingly-placed low points that plague its second act, especially. Perhaps a 90-minute version of this play, played straight through, would be more focused and dramatically successful. 

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Leiber, Sarah Jae. ""Oklahoma Samovar" Review." 16 December 2025. Jewish Women's Archive. (Viewed on June 13, 2026) <https://qa.jwa.org/blog/oklahoma-samovar-review>.