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Expressionism in Storytelling: The Graduate as Psychological Landscape

By Jill Szoo Wilson

The early twentieth century cracked most of us wide open. World War I had just annihilated an entire generation of young men. Empires collapsed. The old order—monarchies, religious authority, philosophical certainty—gave way to disillusionment, cynicism, and grief. In the ashes of this upheaval, Europe faced a spiritual crisis. The machine age promised progress but brought with it dehumanization. Capitalism swelled. Cities exploded. Laborers were alienated from their work, and communities from one another. Even language seemed to falter under the weight of so much loss.

Expressionism emerged not just as an aesthetic reaction but as a psychological necessity. It rose in Germany just before and after the First World War, when artists, writers, and thinkers could no longer trust polite forms or representational art to convey the depth of their unrest. The goal was no longer to describe the world, but to reveal what it felt like to live inside its unraveling.

Expressionism didn’t aim to reflect reality. It aimed to confront it. To scream. To force the invisible into view. It distorted shape and color. It abandoned polite storytelling. It turned theatre into a site of emotional exposure. Art no longer asked to be admired. It demanded to be felt.

Playwrights like Georg Kaiser and Ernst Toller wrote not from detachment, but from fever. Their characters howled, wandered, broke open. In From Morn to Midnight, Kaiser’s bank clerk steals a fortune in search of meaning, only to spiral into surreal chaos. Toller’s Man and the Masses, written from a prison cell, thrusts its characters into revolution and despair. These weren’t dramas about individuals so much as spiritual X-rays. The characters bled longing and confusion. Their journeys didn’t resolve. They collapsed under the weight of their own yearning.

Expressionist theatre rejected realism’s comfort. Sets twisted into unnatural angles. Shadows devoured space. Costumes hinted at archetype, not personality. Actors moved like puppets or machines, tracing patterns that suggested they weren’t free but shaped, warped by invisible forces. The stage no longer depicted a living room. It became a mind under pressure, a soul under siege.

And that pressure had a point. Expressionism didn’t aim to confuse. It aimed to rupture numbness. When language failed, characters shouted. When logic failed, time fractured. These stories didn’t ask the audience to observe. They asked them to wake up.

In America, Expressionism evolved but kept its urgency. Elmer Rice’s The Adding Machine followed Mr. Zero, an accountant replaced by a machine. Rice filled the play with grotesque figures and abstract settings. Mr. Zero’s afterlife felt as soulless as the office he left behind. Rice didn’t mourn Zero’s death. He exposed the deeper loss, his humanity erased long before he died.

Eugene O’Neill pushed further. In The Hairy Ape, a laborer named Yank fights to belong. Society mocks him. His voice frays. His movements grow brutal. By the final scene, he collapses in the arms of a caged gorilla, an image that cuts through metaphor. O’Neill doesn’t leave us with an explanation. He leaves us with an ache.

Expressionism isn’t hopeless. It hungers for clarity. It distorts not to destroy but to reveal. Its jagged lines point toward the truth realism can’t hold. When a character screams, the play doesn’t collapse. It breaks open. When light slants the wrong way or dialogue shatters, the illusion doesn’t fail. The truth steps in.

We still feel Expressionism’s pulse. Sarah Kane’s ferocity. Caryl Churchill’s fragmentation. Tony Kushner’s haunted tenderness. Expressionism slips into modern theatre whenever the world grows too quiet in the face of pain, whenever the surface hides too much.

It isn’t just a style. It is a reckoning. A fever. A mirror held not to the face but to the soul. It asks: What happens when we can no longer live in the shape the world gives us?

Expressionism dares to answer.

Rather than linger in Expressionism’s most extreme forms, I turn to a work that adapts its methods into a form I deeply admire, Mike Nichols’s 1967 film The Graduate. The film’s visual style, psychological tone, and narrative dissonance make it a compelling case study in the expressionist tradition.

Expressionism in The Graduate

At first glance, The Graduate appears to follow the conventions of a coming-of-age film. A young man, freshly graduated, faces an uncertain future and becomes entangled in an ill-advised affair. Beneath this seemingly straightforward narrative, however, lies a visual and emotional language rooted in Expressionism. The film does not simply tell Benjamin Braddock’s story. It externalizes his interior confusion, dread, and alienation. The world around him is not stable, neutral, or whole. It reflects his fragmentation, and in doing so, the film belongs squarely in the lineage of Expressionistic art.

Acting: Detachment as Performance

Dustin Hoffman’s performance as Benjamin is notable for its restraint, bordering at times on paralysis. His movements are minimal. His facial expressions often remain blank or subtly off-beat. Rather than embodying a dynamic protagonist, he seems to shrink from action, as though something larger and oppressive is pressing in on him. This is not naturalism. It is stylized inertia. His presence becomes a kind of void, an anti-performance that reflects his disorientation and disengagement from the roles others assign him.

Consider the scene in which Benjamin lies motionless on a pool float, wearing dark sunglasses, while adult voices fade into indistinct murmurs. His body drifts passively, and his detachment becomes the performance itself. Rather than reacting with visible distress, he absorbs the world silently, embodying the alienation that defines expressionistic characterizations. The acting here is not a mirror to life. It is a mirror to inner collapse.

Cinematography: Psychological Dissonance in the Frame

Expressionism often distorts physical reality to convey inner emotion. The Graduate achieves this not through gothic architecture or grotesque sets, but through the camera’s choices. Director Mike Nichols and cinematographer Robert Surtees use framing, lens distortion, and mise-en-scène to make the real feel unreal. We are not merely observing Benjamin’s life. We are trapped in the geometry of his unease.

Wide-angle shots often dwarf Benjamin within sterile, oversized rooms, rendering him absurdly small in the frame. Hallways stretch unnaturally long. Mrs. Robinson is sometimes shot from above, with Benjamin framed below her knee, heightening the power imbalance and psychological tension. In one iconic transition, Benjamin jumps onto a pool raft, and without warning, the cut places him landing on top of Mrs. Robinson in bed. This dreamlike crossfade collapses time and logic. It does not follow realism. It follows Benjamin’s unmoored state of mind.

Mirrors, glass, and reflections appear frequently, creating fractured images and optical illusions that heighten the sense of internal dissonance. In one moment, Benjamin is framed through an aquarium tank, the water warping the view, the fish circling indifferently. He is submerged even when dry. He is drowning in plain air.

This moment distills Expressionism’s essence in cinematic form.

This is a brilliant moment of Expressionism in The Graduate

Story Structure: Alienation Disguised as Plot

While the plot moves forward, Benjamin does not. This, too, is expressionistic. In traditional dramatic structure, a character undergoes change. In Expressionist storytelling, the outer events expose the inner stasis. Benjamin tries to follow the story expected of him, graduate, choose a career, marry a girl, but each step is undertaken without conviction. His decisions feel reactive, almost dreamlike, more compelled than chosen. This passivity echoes the Expressionist stage tradition, in which characters function less as agents and more as vessels for existential commentary.

The film’s climax offers no catharsis. Benjamin interrupts Elaine’s wedding, they flee together, and they board a bus. But the camera lingers. Their triumphant smiles fade. The silence stretches. They look ahead, unsure of what they have actually done. This ending, unresolved, haunting, and deflated, refuses the narrative closure of romance or rebellion. It reasserts the alienation that has haunted the entire film.

As the bus carries them into an uncertain future, the film closes not with hope, but with a question. Who are we when all our roles are abandoned? What remains when we are no longer performing?

Conclusion: Expressionism’s Living Legacy

The Graduate draws from Expressionism not only in style but in spirit. It resists realism’s promise of resolution and instead immerses the viewer in a fractured world shaped by emotional truth. It belongs to the same lineage that birthed The Hairy Ape and The Adding Machine, a lineage that does not ask us to observe but to awaken. Though the techniques have evolved, the impulse remains the same. Expressionism endures wherever truth refuses to stay flat, wherever form bends to reflect feeling, and wherever art dares to reveal the soul behind the surface.

Examples of Expressionistic Set Designs

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The Cost of Becoming: Willy Loman and the Collapse of the Performed Self

By Jill Szoo Wilson

Prologue: Playing Willy Loman

Before one analyzes Willy Loman, one must attempt to inhabit him. The work of the actor offers more than interpretation; it offers a way into his psychology. The Meisner technique, which trains actors to live truthfully under imaginary circumstances, demands that a character be approached not as a symbol or a mood, but as a person with specific objectives. The actor does not play a man who is sad, but a man trying to appear happy. One does not play drunkenness, but the effort to walk in a straight line. One does not play collapse, but the relentless pursuit of control.

This approach becomes essential in performing Willy. He cannot be played as someone unraveling. He must be played as someone still trying to climb. He is not aware of his disintegration. He is fighting it. The tension in his voice, the urgency in his gait, and the rhythm of his speech can all reveal a man still chasing validation, still working to prove himself, still trying to matter.

Just as a villain does not see himself as a villain, the actor playing Willy must believe in the truth of the character’s motivations. Willy believes in the story he tells. The sales pitch is not a metaphor to him; it’s survival. Every gesture carries the imprint of past successes. Every pause contains the weight of unseen failure. His tragedy is not that he has given up, but that he cannot. His pursuit has become his identity.

The actor must approach each moment with this in mind. Willy is not asking for pity. He is asking to be heard, to be remembered, to be great. Even in his most fractured scenes, he is still performing the role of the man he once hoped to be. That performance is what ultimately breaks him.

Brian Dennehy played Willy Loman on Broadway in the early 2000s. I had the pleasure of seeing this production in person.

Introduction

In the years following World War II, American culture embraced the idea that prosperity would generate both comfort and cohesion: a sense of stability, belonging, and self-worth rooted in home ownership, upward mobility, and steady employment. The war had ended in victory, the suburbs were blooming, and economic expansion offered a vision of order that felt both new and enduring. This was a time of rising optimism, when the pursuit of the American Dream—embodied in hard work, domestic life, and professional success—was framed as a moral ideal. To believe in that dream was to place oneself inside a shared national story. A meaningful life, it seemed, could be earned through effort and aspiration.

Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman confronts the unraveling of that story. At its center stands Willy Loman, a traveling salesman whose crisis begins in the workplace and spills into the core of his identity. His crisis is not only economic but existential. As the play unfolds, we encounter a man whose inner life begins to dissolve: his memories crowd the present, his sense of time becomes unstable, and his relationships erode. Miller’s dramatic world offers more than a critique of economic pressure; it becomes a crucible in which identity itself bends and breaks.

This essay explores how Death of a Salesman dramatizes the collapse of identity when it is built on an external ideal. Through its fragmented structure, expressionist form, and intergenerational tension, the play traces the unraveling of Willy Loman, a man whose self-worth depends on a version of success shaped by visibility, wealth, and admiration. Though rooted in social realism, the play frequently breaks from naturalistic conventions, blending realism with expressionism to capture the fragmentation of Willy’s mind. Cultural messages about achievement, the burden of familial expectation, and the seductive pull of nostalgia all conspire to distort his self-concept. At its heart, Miller’s work raises a haunting question: What remains of the self when it is built on a dream that was never truly one’s own?

Section I: Early Formations of Selfhood

Willy Loman emerges as a man profoundly shaped by the cultural messages of postwar America. From the outset, his understanding of worth is externalized. He believes that being well-liked is the key to success, repeating the idea that popularity and personal charisma matter more than skill. This philosophy informs the way he raises his sons and evaluates his own life. Developmental psychologist Erik Erikson writes that “identity is formed through the interplay of biological givens and societal roles” (Identity: Youth and Crisis, 1968). For Willy, that interplay is dangerously out of sync. He confuses approval with value and presentation with substance.

His identity becomes performative, reliant on others’ perceptions. In his frequent recollections of his brother Ben, Willy shows how deeply he clings to mythic narratives. Ben represents everything Willy wishes he had become: wealthy, decisive, and respected. “When I walked into the jungle, I was seventeen. When I walked out, I was twenty-one. And, by God, I was rich!” (Miller 48). For Willy, this anecdote is more than family lore; it is a talisman against failure. In Ben, he sees proof that success is a singular, dazzling act, not a long process, but a moment of transformation. And so, Willy waits for his moment like a lion stalking prey already devoured by another. The instinct remains, but the opportunity has vanished. His belief in the singular triumph blinds him to the slow work of becoming.

Psychologist Carl Rogers suggests that when individuals base their self-worth on “conditions of worth” imposed by others, they lose touch with their authentic selves (On Becoming a Person, 1961). Willy embodies this distortion. Rather than cultivating a stable internal identity, he attaches his sense of self to external validation. He cannot separate his inner value from his outer performance.

Section II: The Rise and Fracture of Familial Expectations

Willy places immense hope in Biff, his eldest son. He does not dream for Biff so much as he dreams through him. Biff becomes a vessel for Willy’s projected success. In adolescence, Biff appears to mirror his father’s charisma and confidence. He is popular, athletic, and adored. Willy sees this as evidence that Biff will fulfill the dream he himself could not. “He’s liked, but not—well liked,” Willy says of Bernard, dismissing the boy’s academic seriousness in favor of Biff’s charm (23). The phrase reveals more than Willy intends. In his world, being “well liked” carries spiritual weight. It’s not just a social advantage; it’s a measure of worth. To be well liked is to be blessed, chosen, and affirmed by the invisible hand of success. Bernard’s intelligence is treated as a liability because it lacks sparkle. Biff’s charm, by contrast, is seen as currency. The line crystallizes Willy’s lifelong confusion: he mistakes attention for esteem, applause for substance.

Yet Biff’s admiration is shattered during a business trip to Boston, when he discovers his father in a hotel room with another woman. The moment of betrayal is not just personal. It is psychological. Biff loses the man he admired, and with him, the sense of self that admiration supported. “You fake! You phony little fake!” he cries (95). In that rupture, the illusion collapses. Willy is not the great man Biff thought him to be, and Biff is no longer sure who he is without that image.

Attachment theorist John Bowlby notes that disruptions in trust between parent and child can result in identity disturbance, particularly if the child has built his self-understanding on idealized images (Attachment and Loss, 1969). Biff’s identity fractures because it was co-authored by a man whose own foundation was false. The fallout of this moment ripples across the rest of the play. Biff wanders, lost in purpose and direction, while Willy clings harder to the fading vision of success.

Yet Biff’s wandering is not aimless. Unlike his father, who remains trapped in denial, Biff begins to pursue a kind of difficult truth. His disillusionment, though painful, marks the beginning of a reckoning. In the final scenes, Biff confronts the family’s illusions with unflinching honesty, declaring that they have “never told the truth for ten minutes in this house” (103). This attempt at truth-telling, however raw, becomes a redemptive thread. While Willy doubles down on fantasy, Biff reaches for clarity even if it costs him the dream.

Section III: Memory, Time, and Psychological Regression

Miller does not portray Willy’s collapse as linear. Instead, he creates a psychological architecture in which memory intrudes on the present. Walls dissolve. Characters from the past arrive as though no time has passed. This expressionist structure captures the erosion of Willy’s psychological boundaries. He no longer revisits memories; he inhabits them. They become both a refuge and a trap.

Freud’s theory of repetition compulsion provides a compelling psychological lens for understanding Willy’s psychological breakdown. Introduced in Beyond the Pleasure Principle (1920), the theory describes a phenomenon in which individuals unconsciously repeat painful or traumatic experiences, not in pursuit of pleasure, but in an attempt to gain mastery over a past that remains unresolved. The repetition is not intentional; it emerges from the psyche’s attempt to regain control by recreating the conditions of the original wound. The individual returns to the same emotional terrain again and again, hoping—without realizing it—to alter the outcome.

In Willy’s case, the past does not visit him as memory but as lived experience. He does not recall; he reinhabits. Conversations with Ben, moments with Biff, echoes of earlier days surface with increasing urgency. These scenes carry the weight of regret, but they also offer him temporary refuge. Within them, he can reassert his authority, recover the image of success, and briefly inhabit the man he once believed himself to be. Unfortunately for Willy, his compulsion to return does not resolve the trauma. It deepens it. Each reenactment sharpens the ache. The life he wants to rewrite instead writes over him.

As the play progresses, these revisitations grow more urgent. He speaks to voices no one else can hear. He replays conversations aloud. The present loses its clarity. Psychologist Aaron Beck writes that depression often leads to cognitive distortions that warp time perception and induce emotional paralysis (Cognitive Therapy of Depression, 1979). Willy exhibits these distortions. He cannot live in the now. His present is filled with regret and inadequacy. His past gleams with untouchable promise.

Section IV: The Psychology of Shame and Withdrawal

Shame is the undercurrent of Willy’s emotional decline. Though he claims to be working for his family, he increasingly isolates himself from them. Linda, his wife, tries to reach him, but he bristles at her concern. When she encourages him to ask his boss for a non-traveling job, he responds with irritation, accusing her of planting ideas in his head, as if her care undermines his dignity. Happy, his younger son, is met with indifference. Willy rarely engages him beyond superficial conversation and often overlooks him entirely in favor of Biff. Even Biff, who offers a kind of brutal honesty, is met with deflection. When Biff attempts to confront the family’s long-standing illusions, declaring that they have never told the truth for more than ten minutes in the house, Willy interrupts and retreats, unwilling to accept what his son is beginning to understand.

These fractured interactions are not just defensive. They are symptomatic of shame. Willy withdraws not out of malice but out of an internalized belief that he has failed the people he loves. The more he feels exposed, the more he distances himself.

Psychologist Brené Brown defines shame as the belief that one is unworthy of love and belonging (Daring Greatly, 2012). Willy lives inside that belief. He feels he has failed as a provider, as a father, and as a man. Rather than face these feelings directly, he retreats. He speaks more to the past than to the people around him.

This retreat mirrors what psychiatrist Thomas Joiner identifies as “perceived burdensomeness” in his theory of suicidal desire (Why People Die by Suicide, 2005). Willy begins to believe that his death will serve his family better than his life. He rationalizes that his life insurance payout will redeem him in Biff’s eyes. “That boy is going to be magnificent!” he declares, convinced that death can function as a final gift (135).

Miller frames this moment with compassion, not justification. He does not glorify Willy’s decision. Instead, he lets the audience feel the ache of a man who could not see his own worth without applause.

Section V: Aftermath and Absence

The play closes not with resolution, but with absence. Willy dies believing that his sacrifice will redeem him in the eyes of his son and secure his family’s future. The imagined narrative is one of triumph: insurance money replacing lost income, Biff transformed by grief into the man Willy hoped he would become, the family finally recognizing the value of the man who died for them. It is, in Willy’s mind, the final performance—the last act of a salesman who believes his death will sell the very life he could not live.

What unfolds instead is a quiet, almost unbearable scene. Willy’s funeral is sparsely attended. No grand send-off, no chorus of admiration. Just a few family members and Charley, the neighbor whom Willy often disdained. The world does not gather to mourn the man who chased recognition his entire life. There is no validation, no final applause. The silence speaks louder than any eulogy.

At the center of this silence is Linda. Her grief does not erupt in fury or lamentation. It arrives as confusion. As a quiet disbelief. “I made the last payment on the house today,” she says, standing at his grave. “Today, dear. And there’ll be nobody home” (139). The line is devastating in its simplicity. The home they struggled to keep is now fully theirs, but the man who fought so hard to pay for it is gone. The achievement is hollow. The security came too late. The dream was achieved, but the dreamer did not survive it.

Linda’s mourning captures the full weight of the tragedy. She has stood by Willy through every descent, every contradiction, every delusion. She believed in his goodness, even when he could not believe in himself. Her sorrow is not only for the man she lost, but for the meaning he sought and never found. She cannot understand why he chose to go. Her words are not angry. They are bewildered. “Why did you do it?” she asks into the silence. “I can’t cry. It seems to me that you’re just on another trip” (139). Her grief is suspended between denial and realization, between the role she has always played and the irrevocable truth of what has happened.

Through Linda’s final words, Miller reveals the true cost of Willy’s collapse. The tragedy is not only the loss of his life, but the emotional wreckage left behind. The dream he chased—of being remembered, admired, and secure—comes to nothing. In its place is a widow talking to a headstone, a son trying to reclaim his own name, and a home that now stands empty.

The curtain falls not on resolution, but on the unanswerable questions that linger after loss.

Conclusion: The Dreamer and the Dream

Willy Loman’s tragedy is not rooted in villainy. It is rooted in a lifelong confusion about what makes a person valuable. He sought love through achievement, identity through performance, and belonging through admiration. These ideals were not his alone; they were etched into the fabric of postwar America, offered as promises of fulfillment. Yet for Willy, they remained just out of reach. The harder he chased them, the more his sense of self unraveled.

Arthur Miller does not simply critique capitalism or expose the instability of the American Dream. He offers something more intimate: a study of how a man can lose himself in a story he did not write, a story that told him who he had to be in order to matter. Willy’s longing is not ignoble. His devotion to family, to legacy, to being remembered are deeply human impulses. What makes the play so devastating is not that he failed, but that the very metrics by which he measured success were never meant to hold the weight of a soul. Had he altered those metrics—had he measured worth by presence rather than praise, by connection rather than conquest—his life might have been marked by meaning rather than collapse.

In the end, Death of a Salesman is not only about the disintegration of one man, but the disorientation left behind. Willy’s life is marked by performance, but his death forces those who loved him to ask not only what it was all for, but who he truly was beneath the roles he played. Why wasn’t the life they shared enough? Why wasn’t he enough, as he was? Why weren’t they enough, without the illusion? The play offers no final answer, only the echo of a question: What becomes of a person whose dream was never truly his own?

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