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Striking 12
December 2 - December 13, 2009
Thursday - Friday at 8 pm
Saturday at 1, 5 and 9 pm
Reviewed December 3 by
Brad Hathaway |
A Potomac
Stages Pick for an all-too-short run of a unique pop/rock
concert musical
Running time 1:30 - no intermission
Performed in Crystal City
Tickets $25 - $45
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While other companies celebrate the holiday season with more traditional
fare, Arena has two unorthodox but delightful offerings to tempt you either
to entertain visiting relatives or just to entertain yourself. David Siegel
has already reviewed the magic-infused production of
The Fantasticks which Arena offers at the
Lincoln Theatre on U Street NW and determined that it deserves the
designation of a Potomac Stages Pick. Having just seen it myself, I heartily
second his designation. At the same time (and for a limited time, at that)
Arena is offering an absolutely invigorating pop/rock concert musical
touching on Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Match Girl but doing
so much more with the topic than you might expect. It, too, deserves the
designation as a Potomac Stages Pick. It is the work of a three-person
rock/pop group called GrooveLily that defies classification but does wonders
for the spirits of their audiences when they launch into their unique
material with their electric keyboard, drums and --- get this! --- electric
violin. While the sound is unique, so is the theatrical vitality of this
one-act, ninety-minute musical tale. There is both sparkling wit and
sophisticated sentimentality in the lyrics and in the script. While the
songs are unmistakably GrooveLily, the story flows with a sense of assurance
as if the book was crafted by a pro. Perhaps that is why the credit "written
by" goes to GrooveLily's keyboardist Brendan Milburn, the electric
violinist Valerie Vigoda and Rachel Sheinkin who isn't a member of the band
but who co-wrote the book for the Broadway hit The 25th Annual Putnam
County Spelling Bee for which she took home a Tony Award.
Storyline: A grumpy guy wants to hide from the world on New Year's Eve
but his isolation is interrupted by a young woman selling lights to dispel
the winter's gloom. She reminds him of the Hans Christian Andersen fairy
tale of The Little Match Girl. When he actually reads Anderson's story,
however, he's astonished to learn that the heroine freezes to death in a
Danish winter night. He determines not to let the same fate befall the
modern light girl.
The show is very properly labeled a concert musical. Not just a concert -
for there is a plot complete with dialogue as well as songs that
advance the story. Not exactly musical theater either - for there is no
set, no costumes, no fully staged scenes. The keyboardist, Brendan Milburn,
rarely steps out from behind his electronic keyboard and the violinist
Valerie Vigoda wears her instrument strapped to her shoulder while drummer
Gene Lewin remains seated behind his drum set the entire night. There are no
other performers. But each of these spirited and engaging performers throw
themselves into their characters with conviction and a glint in the eye.
There are fifteen songs and a reprise in the show as well as one additional
piece at the end which is performed as something akin to a "bonus track" you
might get on a cd. With that much singing to be done, the script puts a
premium on moving from one to the next with a minimum of dialogue.
These music makers exude a sense of joy - joy in performance, pride in
their music and an unmistakable affection for each other and respect for
their colleague's work. They have been a team for a long time. The
violinist/vocalist and the keyboard/vocalist are man and wife and they have
been performing with the drummer/vocalist since 1994. The band began as the
Vallerie Vigoda Band before taking the less specific name GrooveLily. Vigoda
plays a six string electric violin called a Viper which is as distinctive in
appearance as in sound. Its wooden body looks a bit like a Star Trek
spaceship with straps. The group has become ever more active in theater,
with this concert musical being nominated for a Lucille Lortel award
off-Broadway, another concert musical called Wheelhouse, music for a
production of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream at the Paper
Mill Playhouse and a piece titled Sleeping Beauty Wakes for Deaf West
Theatre in California.
Since GrooveLily is, technically speaking, a rock band, it should come as
no surprise that the volume level is kept quite high throughout the show. It
isn't too loud for the audience, or for the hall, but it does seem to be a
tad too loud for the sound equipment the group brings along as there is a
touch of distortion from time to time. The performance is on a bare stage
with a raised platform at upstage center for Lewin's drum set. Shifting
colors in the lighting system signal changes in mood and highlight areas for
solos. It works well when smoothly done but draws attention to itself when
cues are missed or mistimed as a few were at the performance we attended. It
didn't keep the audience from enjoying the show, however. The place rocked.
Music by GrooveLily which is Gene Lewin, Brendan Milburn and Valerie
Vigoda. Written by Brendan Milburn, Rachel Sheinkin and Valerie Vigoda.
Design: Kris Umezawa (audio and lights) Joan Marcus (photography) Marissa
LaRose (stage manager). Cast: Gene Lewin, Brendan Milburn, Valerie Vigoda. |
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The Quality of Life
September 11 - October 18, 2009
Tuesday - Wednesday and Sunday at 7:30 pm
Thursday - Saturday at 8 pm
Saturday - Sunday at 2 pm
Reviewed September 17 by
Brad Hathaway |
A Potomac Stages Pick for superb staging of an intelligent
examination of the value of life and personal choice
Running time 2:10 - one intermission
Tickets $47 - $66 |
What is it about plays about people madly in love? Not new infatuation, mind
you. Not episodic seduction and certainly not romantic one-upsmanship. But
the kind of shared intimacy and dual wonder at the luck of having found a
true soul mate that can only come from successive successful years of
partnership. They get under this reviewer's skin. Another type of play that is irresistible to
me is
the philosophical debate genre - if it is well written enough that the voices
on all sides of the topic being debated ring true. In this relatively new
play receiving just its third major production, Jane
Anderson blends the best of both categories into a single lovely evening of
theater and director Lisa Peterson places it perfectly on Arena’ temporary
stage in Crystal City, providing a splendid cast of four the opportunity to
land their debate points with intelligence and create a portrait of a pair
of partners, each of which rings true.
Storyline: A couple facing the husband's terminal cancer while living in
a yurt, the type of tent that Mongolian nomads use on the steppes of Asia,
amidst the ruins of their home which was destroyed in one of California's canyon
fires, maintain an incredibly positive attitude toward life, but decision
time is approaching as they are
visited by the wife's cousin and her husband who have tragedy to absorb in
their lives as well.
Human resilience is on display here along with the central question of
the value of life in its various stages of extremis. Anderson manages to
capture and give honest voice to four very different sides of the debate
over an individual's right to chose his or her own time and mode of death
and/or the duty to continue to live as long as life can be sustained.
There's the highly understandable "its my right to terminate my life when
terminal illness and unbearable pain are all that is left to me" position.
There's the more romantic concept of "I'll die along with my spouse to avoid
the pain of life without him (or her)." On the other side there is the
faith-based "it is against the law of God to take a life, even your own."
Finally, there is the "I wouldn't do it myself, but I support the right of
others to chose their own course of action." That Anderson makes each of
the four characters here hold, express, explain and defend their position
with natural eloquence and with an absence of obvious debate tactics is
remarkable. That she also gives each a very human and easily appreciated
personality to match the opinion is a pleasure.
Speaking of pleasure - consider the work of Johanna Day and Stephen
Schnetzer in the roles of the host couple facing mortality in the yurt they
have set up amidst the scorched remnants of their California mountainside
home. What could have come across as a trite but sweet sketch of free
spirited aging California hippies instead becomes a deepening portrait of
love and grace under pressure. Day's ability to reveal depth in lines while
making them sound like flippant small talk is as impressive as is her more
moving moments of struggle and devotion, while the strength of Schnetzer's
performance comes both from his character's honesty and his humor when
inhaling through a high-tech bong that delivers the medicinal benefits of
his stash with a minimum of lung-damaging smoke. Annette O'Toole handles the
slightly flighty side of her character without crossing the difficult to
find and maintain line between quirky and ditsy, which is important since
she has some crucial points to add to the debate and they have to be given
the attention they deserve. Kevin O'Rourke lands a few good punches in the
fight as well, although it is sometimes difficult to tell if his character
is written just a tad too stiff or if it is his performance that could use a
dash of softener.
Neil Patel has taken the playwright's description of the locale and
rendered it with a blend of distinction and restraint. Just as O'Toole finds
the boundary in her performance to avoid going too far, so Patel finds the
limit. As a result, the visual image of the production is just shy of
realism with the burnt skeletal remains of trees forming a frame around a
salvaged kitchen and that notable yurt. Ilona Somogyi's costumes boldly
establish the personalities of each character.
Written by Jane Anderson. Directed by Lisa Peterson. Design: Neil Patel
(set) Ilona Somogyi (costumes) David Leong (fight choreography) Alexander V.
Nichols (lights) John Gromada (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Susan R.
White (stage manager). Cast: Johanna Day, Kevin O'Rourke, Annette O'Toole,
Stephen Schnetzer.
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Looped
May 29, June 28, 2009
Wednesday & Sunday at 7:30 pm
Thursday - Saturday at 8 pm;
Saturday at 2 pm
Noon matinees on June 23 & 24
Reviewed June 17 by Brad Hathaway |
A drama/comedy that stretches beyond mere
impersonation
Running time 2:00 - one intermission
Performances at Lincoln Theatre on U Street NW
Tickets $25 - $74
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Valerie Harper absolutely nails the persona of washed up movie star and
celebrity slut Tallulah Bankhead in this new play that can't quite make up
its mind if it wants to be an impersonation comedy or a dramatic
psychological portrayal. Either way, the audiences gets what they came for
in great measure as they sit back and enjoy Harper's dead-on delivery of the
outlandishly smutty bon mots that were Bankhead's way of separating herself
from the pack of glamorous screen and stage stars of the middle of the
twentieth century. The shock value of her verbal transgressions may not be
quite as high in these jaded days when more celebrities get publicity from misdeeds than was once the case. (Not that the tabloids
of the thirties, forties or fifties had a shortage of sex, drugs and alcohol
scandals.) But Bankhead's flaunting was at the very least marked by a sense
of wit and style and her highly identifiable delivery was unique.
Storyline: This celebrity portrayal play is set in
a recording studio in Hollywood in 1965 when Tallulah Bankhead was to record
a single line of dialogue for what turned out to be her last motion picture.
The process was called "looping a line" because the film to which she was to
synchronize her delivery was spliced into a loop to repeat over and over
again as she attempted to match audio to the video. However, what with
liquor and cocaine, Bankhead gives a new meaning to the term "looped."
Playwright Matthew Lombardo wrote the script for Kate
Mulgrew's re-creation of the persona of Katharine Hepburn
Tea at Five.
That was a solo show which allowed the subject to explain herself in her own
words. Here he tries to make this more than an evening recreation, with an
additional character who has his own psychological conundrum of note to
balance Miss Bankhead's. Here he falters when the script turns from the
eminently quotable Miss Bankhead to the other person in the room, a film
editor who can't hold a spotlight in her presence even given a fine
performance by Jay Goede.
Bankhead is remembered today more for her deep voice and
quips about sex and drugs than for her work as an actress. She is, after
all, the woman who is reported to have said "I'm as pure as the driven
slush," “I've tried several varieties of sex. The
conventional position makes me claustrophobic and the others give me a stiff
neck or lockjaw,” and "Cocaine isn't habit forming. I should know -
I've been using it for years." Not all of her bon motes were about sex or
drugs. She's the one credited with "There is less to this than meets the
eye" One of her lesser known but more revealing quotes was “Nobody
can be exactly me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.” Harper may not
be "exactly" her but she comes awfully close.
Lombardo's script calls for a detour into Bankhead's
memory banks with a flashback in her mind to a certain performance in
Streetcar Named Desire. This presents a challenge to set designer Adrian
W. Jones which he handles with a sense of style. His main set, a recreation
of a Hollywood recording studio that is as solid-seeming as is Harper's
recreation of Bankhead, melts away as Tennessee Williams' New Orleans takes
over. The sense of reality in the main studio set is, however, hurt by a few
gaffes in the script. The idea that a phone in a recording studio would ring
rather than be rigged with a light, or that the sound engineer (nicely
played with a droll sense of humor by Michael Karl Orenstein) would either
"forget to push the record button" or run out of tape and have to go next
door looking for more stretch the imagination a bit too far.
Written by Matthew Lombardo. Directed by Rob Ruggiero.
Design: Adrian W. Jones (set) William Ivey Long (costumes) Chuck LaPointe
(wigs) (Michael Gilliam (lights) Michael Hooker (sound) Scott Suchman
(photography) Amber Dickerson (stage manager). Cast: Jay Goede, Valerie
Harper, Michael Karl Orenstein.
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Legacy of Light
May 8 - June 14, 2009
Tuesday, Wednesday and Sunday at 7:30 pm
Thursday - Saturday at 8 pm
Saturday - Sunday at 2 pm
Reviewed May 16 by
Brad Hathaway |
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a thought provoking drama that turns into a
beguiling flight of fancy
Running time 2:15 - one intermission
Tickets $25 - $66 |
The world premiere of a time-spanning drama/fantasy offers rewards
both for its early segments, which seem rooted in historical speculation and
contemporary values, and for its later flight of fancy that pulls all the
strings together in a delightful display of imagination and feather-light
playwriting. The idea of juxtaposing the worlds of today and yesterday in
order to spark new insights and shed new lights on each is far from new -
witness the current production of that masterpiece of the genre, Tom
Stoppard's Arcadia
playing at the Folger. However, this fresh take on the concept is notable
both for its dramatic and comedic felicity and for the fact that its
examination of issues often grouped on a shelf in the book stores labeled
"women's studies" is by, well, a woman. Women make other significant
contributions as well, not the least of which are Molly Smith, who directs
without distraction from the strengths of the script, Lise Bruneau and Carla
Harting as two brilliant women separated by more than two centuries and
Lindsey Kyler in the dual role of the most important younger woman in each
of their lives. The production isn't a unisex effort. There are fine
performances from a Stephen (Schnetzer,) a David (Covington) and a Michael (Russotto)
as well.
Storyline: The story of two women's maternal instincts over two
different centuries is juxtaposed in a time-shifting tale. One
is the fascinating historical figure, a scientist in the age of
Voltaire - an age not noted for expecting or permitting
intellectual pursuits by women despite its being called "The Age
of Enlightenment." She is Voltaire's mistress, Émile du Chátelet, who
at age 42 finds herself pregnant at a time when childbirth could
well be a fatal condition at her age. As a result, she's
desperate to complete her studies on the nature of light. The
other is a twenty-first century "Modern Woman," an astronomer
who just may well have discovered something never seen before -
a planet in embryo - but who can't conceive a child in her own
body due to a previous bout with cancer. She and her husband
decide to employ the services of a surrogate to carry a child to
term after artificial insemination.
There's no reason that a man couldn't have written anything
quite as understanding and perceptive as this on topics of the
joys and frustrations, hopes and fears, fulfillments and
sacrifices, dangers and opportunities of childbearing - is
there? But the fact is that this was written by Karen Zacarías
and she most definitely has credentials on the distaff side.
Three years ago she was named the recipient of the Francesca
Primus Prize for "outstanding contributions to the American
theater by a female artist who has not yet achieved national
prominence." She couldn't pick up the prize at the time,
however, because her parenting duties kept her here in her home
town of Washington where she's the Artistic Director of the
Young Playwright's Theatre. The use of a stroller allowed her to
come pick it up the following year. Potomac Region theatergoers
know her well not only for her YPT activities but as the author
of The Book Club Play, How The Garcia Girls Lost Their
Accents, Mariela in the Desert,
Sins of Sor Juana,
and her musicals for
young audiences with composer Deborah Wicks La Puma, Einstein
Is a Dummy,
Ferdinand the Bull and
Cinderella Eats Rice and Beans: A Salsa Fairytale.
Most of the cast play more than one character but the
doubling is often an aid in getting the connections between the
centuries right. Lindsey Kyler is both the surrogate who carries
the twenty-first century child to term and the daughter of du
Chátelet who carries some (but not all) of her
eighteenth-century hopes and dreams. Kyler's performances in
both roles are noteworthy. Her giddy glee over a last minute
salvation in the Age of Enlightenment is matched by her
reactions to contemporary good fortune. So, too, David Covington
makes the most of roles in both centuries and, while Michael
Russotto takes a bit of time to warm to his tasks as husbands in
both ages, he brings each off with panache in the end.
Molly Smith has both her cast and her designers concentrate
on the feeling of the respective centuries and countries. Linda Cho's costumes capture both the informality of the present with
its jeans and corduroys and the flamboyant finery of Voltaire's
velvet age while the cast matches each in gesture and manner.
Marjorie Bradley Kellogg's set starts off with apple trees
calling to mind the legend of Newton and a telescope that
connects the centuries and adds chaise lounges as needed. As
Zacarías' script flies higher and higher, the set gets a work
out first with Voltaire and our astronomer literally up in a
tree and then with a lovely star field.
Written by Karen Zacarías. Directed by Molly Smith.
Design: Marjorie Bradley Kellogg (set) Linda Cho (costumes)
Chuck LaPointe (hair) Michael Gilliam (lights) André J. Pluess
(sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Susan R. White (stage
manager). Cast: Lise Bruneau, David Covington, Carla Harting,
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A Long and Winding Road
March 27 - April 12, 2009
Tuesday, Wednesday and Sunday at 7:30 pm
Thursday - Saturday at 8 pm
Saturday - Sunday at 2 pm
Reviewed March 31 by
Brad Hathaway |
More concert than theater by songstress McGovern
Running time 1:30 - no intermission
Performances at Crystal City
Tickets $25 - $55
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Arena Stage announced the scheduling of this performance with a completely
honest description of a "theatrical concert based on (Maureen McGovern's)
recent album." This is not a show, not a play, not a revue or any of the
other genres one usually expects in a theater. After all, theaters are where
people gather to see a story being told and there's no story here. This is a
performance piece that would be welcome in any night club, pub or coffee
house in the country and the customers who get a drink as well as a chance
to hear a quality performer deliver a selection of songs would be well
served. Theater goers, on the other hand, will come away impressed by Ms.
McGovern's talents and having enjoyed a bit of a walk down their collective
musical memory lane. But they will have learned nothing at all about Ms.
McGovern or about her material.
Storyline: A "theatrical concert" expanding on the collection of songs of
Bob Dylan, William Finn, Carole King, Tom Lehrer, John Lennon, Paul
McCartney, Joni Mitchell, Randy Newman, Laura Nyro, Stephen Schwartz, Paul
Simon, James Taylor, Jimmy Webb and others which were the basis for Maureen
McGovern's album of the same name.
Maureen McGovern's 37 year career
in show business included recordings of pop and show music and appearances
in such shows as Little Women; The Musical, The Pirates of Penzance, Nine,
and 3
Penny Opera as well as work in films such as The Towering Inferno and
Airplane! The scope of the career is sketched quite sufficiently in the bio
in the program and little more is revealed on stage.
McGovern's on stage persona is quite appealing and she certainly expends
the energy and devotes the intensity that make her vocals notable. She can
belt with energy and softly deliver an emotional moment in a ballad with
exquisite taste. Her delivery of the intervening patter is clear and
invitingly honest, even if the material doesn't go much deeper than an
occasional admission of a dalliance or failed relationship. In order to
leave time for much of this patter, the songs themselves are often truncated
snippets. As it is, she covers twenty songs in ninety minutes. Jeffrey D.
Harris occupies the stage with her, sitting at the piano and doing more than
just following her lead. He is credited as music director, but it is clear
that he also deserves great credit for the arrangements, especially his
phrasing of the support for McGovern's more emotionally tender moments.
The production design of Clifton Taylor features a selection of snap
shots and home movies from McGovern's life and from a few major events (such
as a march by Martin Luther King, Jr.) or images from her memory (Sky King's
Cessna 310 banking away in the opening of the television program) that are
related to the songs she sings.
Co-conceived and written by Philip Himberg and Maureen McGovern. Directed
by Philip Himberg. Music direction and accompaniment by Jeffrey D. Harris.
Design: Clifton Taylor (production design) Gayle Susan Baizer (costume) Eric
Antoniou (photography) Kathryn Most (stage manager). Cast: Maureen McGovern.
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February 6 - March 15, 2009
A Delicate
Balance
Reviewed February 13 by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:50 - two intermissions
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a superb production of a troubling Pulitzer-winning drama
Price range: $25 - $66
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Arena, which gave us such an emotionally charged production of Edward
Albee's most recent Pulitzer Prize nominated play,
The Goat or Who Is Sylvia?
in 2005, now provides a smoothly elegant production of his first Pulitzer
Prize winning play. Here Albee deals forthrightly with fear. (Does he ever
deal in any other way?) Many plays by many authors deal with the same
subject, but almost all of them dwell on the object or event to be feared.
Not Albee. He tackles fear itself. Just what the six characters are afraid
of isn't the issue. As a result, it is never really revealed. Of course,
Albee being Albee, the dialogue is filled with sharp imagery, caustic wit
and un-explained allusions that give the cast a great deal to work with as
they plumb the depths of their characters. This cast does exactly that,
providing a fascinating evening for those who love to watch performers dig
deep down into the psyche. Each is distinct and compelling as an individual,
and the six blend into an ensemble, rarely revealing any rough edges between
one's line or reaction and another's.
Storyline: A couple whose marriage
is so tenuous that they haven’t shared a bed for over a decade find their home life turned upside down when their neighbors, whom they consider friends,
take up residence in the room that used to be their daughter’s just as she
comes home after the breakup of her fourth marriage. The house is just too
full of people who seek refuge from the terrors of the outside world,
whatever those terrors may be.
Albee has become a
fixture in American theatre with no fewer than three Pulitzers and
nominations for two more. Whose Afraid of Virginia Woolf and The
Goat or Who Is Sylvia? have each had multiple productions here of late
and
The Play About the
Baby was given a fine production at Studio a few years back. A
Delicate Balance may not provide the extreme catharsis of the final
explosion in The Goat, or the emotional exhaustion of Virginia
Woolf, but it offers a plethora of tiny touches that add up to a
consistently satisfying whole. At the helm here is Pam MacKinnon, whose
biography is filled with Albee. She's directed at least half a dozen of his
plays, sometimes directing their premieres. It is difficult to say whether
it is her skill at casting or her ability to get great performances from her
cast, once assembled, that is the secret of success. But here she has a cast
of six who seem fine matches to the demands of the characters and who then
deliver intelligently constructed performances that are a pleasure to watch
unfold.
Kathleen Chalfant and Terry Beaver, Broadway veterans both, are the
couple in whose living room all the action takes place. Chalfant is elegant
in that steel-backed manner of a grande dame on her own territory, while
Beaver is all comfortable hospitality until things begin to get out of hand.
The other family members are Ellen McLaughlin, as the wife's sharp tongued
alcoholic sister, and Carla Harting who ads the touch of histrionics Albee
wrote for the part of the couple's thirty-seven year old marital failure of
a daughter. A smooth pairing of local regulars James Slaughter and Helen
Hedman completes the package.
Ilona Somogyi has designed costumes for each character that are so
expressive of each person's personality and place in the world of the play
that they seem that the characters picked them out of their own closets
themselves. They don't look like costumes. They look like clothes.
Similarly, Todd Rosenthal's lovely living room set doesn't seem to
have theatrical flourishes, it just looks like the well appointed home of a
wealthy couple with good taste.
Written by Edward Albee. Directed by Pam MacKinnon. Design: Todd
Rosenthal (set) Ilona Somogyi (costumes) Chuck Lapointe (wigs) Allen Lee
Hughes (lights) Timothy Thompson (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Martha Knight
(stage manager). Cast: Terry Beaver, Kathleen Chalfant, Carla Harting, Helen
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January 29 - February 15, 2009
Irving
Berlin's I Love A Piano
Reviewed January 29 by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:15 - one intermission
Performed at the Lincoln Theatre
Price $25 - $74
Over 60 songs in 100 minutes
Click here to buy a related CD |
The six members of the cast of this, the second national tour of the
songfest chronicling one of America's greatest songwriters, must be awfully
relieved to be here. Their stop at the Lincoln Theater under the auspices of
Arena Stage is a three week gig in the middle of a six month, fifty-stop
tour, nearly all being one night stands. They even had a two-a-day
in Madisonville and (I kid you not) Paduca, Kentucky. Ah, but they are a game
bunch, these chipper performers. They work hard and truly seem to love the
material they have to sing - and "sing" is the operative word, especially
during the hour-plus preceding intermission during which there are very few
lines of dialogue, and it becomes clear that the show is not envisioned as a
jukebox musical that tries to create a book musical out of the catalogue of
a single artist, a bio-musical that tries to tell the personal story of the
creator, or even a traditional revue of the kind that Berlin himself was a
master. Instead, it is a continuous stream of songs relying on costume and
context to pull the show through the time periods of Berlin's incredibly lengthy
period of productivity. After intermission the "co-conceivers" seem to loose
some of their faith in the material and begin to rely on staging gimmicks
such as setting highlights from Berlin's Annie Get Your Gun in a fictional
audition for the show - a gimmick that harms rather than helps the overall
show.
Storyline: A roughly chronological presentation of a sampling of the output
of the man who wrote both words and music to over a thousand songs including
"Alexander's Ragtime Band," "Blue Skies," "All By Myself," "Always,"
"Easter Parade," "There's No Business Like Show Business" and, of course,
"White Christmas" and "God Bless America."
Ray Roderick, who adapted
and directed the national touring version of
Chitty Chitty Bang
Bang which played Baltimore's Hippodrome last month has been working
on this chronological sampling of Berlin's output for quite a while now.
Berlin, born in 1888 in Russia, captured many of the popular feelings of his
adopted United States from 1911 through the 1940s and 50s. The first tour
of this show was billed as a "Pre Broadway Tour," but never got closer to the Great White
Way than the White Plains Performing Arts Center or slightly closer in the
Brooklyn Performing Arts Center. It had a different cast and a
different scenic designer although the current version lists the same
costume designer. That is slightly surprising since the costumes aren't
particularly noteworthy. With this cast, the current show is clearly not
headed toward Broadway, but they do provide a number of highlights over the
course of a not terribly consistent evening.
There are three men and three women who combine in a
mix-and-match approach for different numbers or different sequences. All are
making their Arena Stage debut. The best singer of the bunch is Ryan Lammer,
who will probably be best remembered for his delivery of "Oh How I Hate To
Get Up in the Morning," the song Berlin performed himself in the World War I
soldier show he produced for the US Army while in uniform, Yip! Yip!
Yaphank. He's often paired with Ashley Peacock whose "What'll I Do?" is
a lovely moment toward the end of the first act. They dance,
too, which can't be too surprising since they are chronicling the catalogue of
the man who wrote "Top Hat, White Tie and Tails," "Lets Face The
Music and Dance" and "Cheek to Cheek" for Fred Astaire. Be aware that this
is not the cast pictured above nor is it the cast in the video that Arena
Stage currently has on its website. These must be from the earlier staging
but they are uncredited.
While the scenic, costume and lighting designs are serviceable, the sound
design as it operates in this hall leaves a great deal to be desired. The
volume level of every song seems nearly the same whether it is a rousing
march or a touching ballad. What is worse, that level almost always seems to
be just a bit above the distortion level of the system, giving a slight
fuzziness to the vocals and a harshness to even the lightest of Rita
Eggert's woodwind work let alone Jay Miles' umpah tuba or the trill of the
piano whose player goes uncredited.
Music and lyrics by Irving Berlin. Conceived by Ray Roderick and Michael
Berkeley. Directed and choreographed by Ray Roderick. Musical arrangements by
Michael Berkeley. Musical supervision by Stephen Purdy. Design: J. Branson
(set) Sam Fleming (costumes) Stacey Boggs (lights) Demetrius Grandel
(sound). Cast: Ryan Lammer, Emily Matheson, Alix Paige, Ashley Peacock,
Michael Turay, Jason Weitkamp. |
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Next to
Normal
Reviewed December 10 by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:20 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for
a melodic rock musical
that catches the heart
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Who knows if Tom Kitt and Brian Yorkey are finished struggling to make this
extremely strong new musical all it can be. With a knock-your-socks-off
first act that sets expectations just a bit higher than the second act can
fulfill, it is a strikingly original, engrossing and satisfying musical with
a message of compassion that reflects the pressures and not just the slogans
of "family values." The conflicts within the four member nuclear family --
a mother suffering from bi-polar disorder, super supportive father who may
or may not have anything more to give in his effort to see his wife through
yet another approach to treatment, a somewhat rebellious
but nonetheless loving daughter and a son with his own unique problems -- are
so solidly developed in the first act and their individual, as well as
collective character established so clearly, that you feel you know them as
well as you may know good friends before intermission. You also know the
score by that mid-point because Kitt's music and Yorkey's lyrics flow
through the act in a nearly organic manner that makes it difficult to detect
when a song starts or ends ... each musical number being an integral part of
a scene. Some are short ditties, digressions really, while others (such as the powerful "I'm Alive" which Aaron Tveit
belts from the rafters) are recurring. All of it is backed by a six member
band including both violin and cello that can be termed hard rock one moment
and simply solid the next.
Storyline: A family that has been stressed for years by the impact of the
mother's bi-polar condition approaches the limits of its cohesiveness as the
condition deepens and a new doctor recommends electro-shock therapy.
Tom Kitt, the composer of the quick-closing Broadway show
High Fidelity and the on-stage
musical director/conductor of the current quick-to-close Broadway musical
13, teamed with Brian Yorkey who writes
for the theater and for movies and television and also directs. They were
joined in the development of this piece by director Michael Greif who helmed
Rent and Grey Gardens to
Broadway success, both through the route of highly regarded off-Broadway
productions. This heart-felt, heart-touching story premiered at New York's
off-Broadway Second Stage earning the Outer Critics Circle Award for its
score and multiple nominations for its production and for Alice Ripley and
Aaron Tveit for their performances. However, in the opinion of many
including that of its creators, the piece still needed work to reach its
potential, which everyone seemed to agree was enormous. Arena gave them a
chance to revisit and revise the material and they have taken full advantage
of the opportunity. What they present here is a superb piece even though it
continues to loose a bit of its focus in the second act when so many plot
lines which were established with a sure touch in the first must move toward
resolution simultaneously. It captures your emotions and your affection at
the same time.
Much of the same cast came to Arena from Second Stage, including both
Ripley and Tveit, and it is clear here just why they were praised so highly
in New York. Ripley is tremendous in showing the depth of frustration and
the genuine humanity which must have been why the character of her husband
fell in love with her in the first place. Tveit is a fabulously strong
presence as their son, and whenever he's on stage the play seems just a bit
more compelling than when he is not. This may account for some of the
difficulty of the early part of the second act when he's off stage for a
considerable stretch. Jennifer Damiano and Adam Chanler-Berat reprise their
work as the couple's teen-age daughter and the boy who would like to be more
than just her boyfriend. Together they make a great pair while each is also very
good individually. Chanler-Berat has the most challenging role in that the
"would-be-supportive-boy-friend" could be simply a stereotype, but in his
hands it becomes something real. Changes from the New York cast include Louis
Hobson as the mother's doctors and J. Robert Spencer who takes over the role
of the husband and carries off his scenes nicely, but somehow is the least
compelling member of the family of four.
The entire physical production is superb, but special note should be made
of the set design of Mark Wendland. The three-level scaffold set with panels
that slide, glide, swivel and fly into place provides multiple locations for
individual scenes, multiple staircases that allow cast members to scamper up
or down and slide into new spaces with speed and grace and segments for the
six on-stage musicians to perform. It was transported here from New York and
(after a few tweaks) fits the space in Crystal City very well. Wendland was
named this year's recipient of the prestigious
Henry Hewes Award for scenic design on the basis of this and two other sets
last season. The opportunity to see not just what the set looks like but how
it serves the production is unusual as often the designs triggering awards
are for shows that have closed.
Music by Tom Kitt. Book and lyrics by Brian Yorkey. Directed by Michael
Greif. Musical staging by Sergio A. Trujillo. Musical direction by Charlie
Alterman. Orchestrations by Michael Starobin and Tom Kitt. Drums and
additional percussion arrangements by Damien Bassman. Vocal arrangements by
AnnMarie Milazzo. Design: Mark Wendland (set) Jeff Mahshie (costumes) Kevin
Adams (lights) Brian Ronan (sound) Joan Marcus (photography) Judith
Schoenfeld (stage manager). Cast: Adam Chanler-Berat, Jennifer Damiano,
Louis Hobson, Alice Ripley, J. Robert Spencer, Aaron Tveit. |
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October 8 - 26, 2008
Citizen Josh
Reviewed October 10 by
David Siegel |
Running
Time 1:30 - no intermission
A monologist' mushy political message about American democracy
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In these times of political passions, a soft faint-hearted one-man show that
purports to explore democracy today comes to spend 3 weeks in the Potomac
Area. It just feels all wrong for these (or any) times. Described as “the
Quixotic adventures of an unlikely activist,” the show is more a discourse
on ethics from an individual seemingly fearful of offending anyone. As a
result, he offends all by subscribing to pablum as brain food. Written and
performed by Josh Kornbluth in collaboration with director David Dower, this
is a production of reflective hand wringing with the body language of a
whiner. Kornbluth views passion as something almost wicked. How? Well, for
one, his words and a projected photo from the 1957 integration of Little
Rock’s Central High School suggests that too much fervor in a situation
should be compared to the open mouthed outburst of hatred and bigotry
displayed by one young white woman toward one young black woman. He
condensed those days and weeks into that one image, while other images might
have included the seven African American students who did succeed in
integrating the school through a toughness of spirit with the support of
other blacks and whites. Kornbluth has somehow decided that the current
times require someone with a mushy center to explain and then protect
American democracy in a sort of "Kumbaya" song fest. For 90 minutes he
reports on important happenings in his life, and yet rarely does he seem
genuinely riled up. He may seem to be fiery as he speaks, but he is a coolly
detached presenter as he recites with such a need to appear balanced and
fair-minded. Only when describing his father’s reactions to the difficult
birth and near death of his brother does some genuine emotion slip into the
production. America’s Founders left us a messy political structure.
Kornbluth is no Henry V rallying his troops once more onto the breech. He
looks caught in the headlights; then run over.
Story Line: A monologist focuses on the role of the Average Joe in the
health of American democracy. Combines autobiographical material with social
purpose, underpinned by Kornbluth's long-overdue Princeton senior thesis on
participatory democracy.
Director David Dower has
actor Kornbluth use an extraordinary amount of arm flailing, shoulder
shrugs, and wistful smiles along with fingers playing with fingers to
entertain the audience. This sleight of hand gives some vigor to the
production content. Dower, the associate artistic director at Arena, has
worked with Kornbluth in the past. He also works in the overall area of new
play development and was a 2006 Gerbode Fellow for Excellence in Non-Profit
Leadership. Playwright Kornbluth indicated that his real life activism came
from previous Presidential elections; but he does not even dare to mention
names; rather he says “my guy” lost to “their guy” as photos are projected
on a screen. His script uses self-deprecating language when he deals with
his ineffective activism at Princeton during the 1970’s. New playground
equipment in a Berkeley, California neighborhood becomes the centerpiece of
a struggle over how to keep kids quiet as they play. In
each of these central events in his life, there seems a fear to be anything
but even-handed when presenting his point of view against someone else’s.
Finally, Kornbluth’s overall premise seems a rather chilling stretch for
democracy; that one horrible image from Little Rock and the truly despicable
content behind it should be taken as universal in nature for all political
passions and that such passion is terrifying and must be cooled.
Kornbluth deserves credit for his educational efforts.
He has developed a smorgasbord of thoughts into a conversation and then into
a dramatic monologue. He used the legacy of Don Quixote and his valiant work
tilting at windmills as his touchstone. In performance, however, he comes
off as a fearful, hesitant, apprehensive, New York City born, Berkeley
living, Jewish nebbish. (Yes, another Woody Allen in our midst in the
Potomac area … see Olney’s The Underpants).
There is no muscle to him and he funs around in figurative circles at the
first sign of differences with others. His description of a Berkeley
playground equipment tussle among neighbors is a gentle toot of an affair.
In this entire production he curses only once, which in and of itself is
meaningless except that while he sounded loud, it seems out of the blue:
noise without landing anything. At the end Kornbluth wraps himself in the
American flag and uses the flag staff as a spear ala Don Quixote. But
Quixote was willing to take on a position and die for it … he didn’t just
talk, did he?
The set is a pleasantly devised small school room: an
American flag, an old wooden chair, a table for a glass of water and a book
case along with a projector and screen. Pre-show music includes songs about
the civil rights movement of an earlier day and spirituals in which the
names of fallen civil rights leaders are called forth. The singer speaks of
finally being rested when the role is called. Those he called are a litany
of the strong who died taking on forces of evil with their bodies on the
line. This production is part of a new program, "Arena Presents," which
explores the diversity of the American theater. Thus, Citizen Josh as
an offering outside of the Arena subscription series.
Written by Josh Kornbluth in collaboration with
director David Dower. Design: Alexander V. Nichols (production) Sara L. Sato
(costumes) Marco D’Ambrosio (composer) Terry Cunniff (graphic design) Pat
Johnson (photography) Darl Andrew Packard (stage manager). Cast: Josh
Kornbluth. |
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August 29 - October 5, 2008
Resurrection
Reviewed September 6 by
David Siegel |
Running
Time 1: 35 no intermission
A sobering look at African-American men struggling
and ultimately succeeding
Performances at Arena's Crystal City facility |
Developing a heartfelt, very sobering script that directly
confronts the anguish of black men and presents a way through their personal
grief is the charge set for himself by playwright Daniel Beaty.
Resurrection presents the aches for a better life and the enormous
resilience of six African-American men of different ages whose lives
collide. It is very direct theater; uncomplicated and with a clear-cut
message delivered through small vignettes and a mostly straight-line of
exposition. The cast is almost educational in their purity of purpose and
delivery. Director Oz Scott has a deft touch with how men present their
feelings to themselves and one another ... without frills and layers. There
is little nuance as the cast employs a stand-and-deliver style as they speak
directly to the audience, rather than a more dramatically interactive style
among the characters on stage. There is no mistaking the message. With very
likeable, passionate actors who drive themselves ever forward, the evening
is ultimately a nourishing one with its uplifting message for those willing
to take it all in without blinking. A message of hope; a return to an
affirming life style through the resurrection of spirit and ownership of
what might be next.
Story Line: The exploration of the interwoven lives of six
African-American men struggling to make a living and to make their lives
worth living. The lives of these provocative six represent the challenging
and difficult story of black men in America.
Obie award winner and Helen Hayes nominee Daniel
Beaty is clear in his purpose for crafting Resurrection: to look at
the crises of black men in America “with thoughtfulness, heart and humor.”
He has written an unadorned text, one where characters are straight ahead in
all aspects of their lives as they journey to personal and community
rebirth. Each character presents a different issue that needs to be
confronted with the overall theme of taking personal responsibility even
while acknowledging that the larger white society has encircled the black
community. Beaty has no women characters on stage, yet their potent
presences are felt throughout the production as each of the characters must
make peace with a woman in his life. Director Scott has director’s credits
for such shows as for colored girls who considered suicide when the
rainbow is enuf and the recent The Ballad of Emmett Till. He
has worked to give the script dramatic impact and lift with an unfussy,
clear-cut manner. But too often the production feels weighted down by words
without dramatic action attached. More dramatic theatricality comes on
occasion when voices are overlayed almost into a fugue of words, or when
gospel songs are sung by the chorus of men. Resurrection was first
read as part of A Continuing Conversation on Race at Washington’s
Busboys and Poets in conjunction with Arena Stage. The play was workshopped
at Hartford Stage and at Arena prior to this full production, which is a
collaboration with Hartford Stage.
The cast of six delivers in
an earnest and sincere manner as they take their individual redemptive
journeys to become worthy in their own eyes and praiseworthy to others. Each
cast member has the opportunity to present his sins and dreams and ultimate
resurrection singly in the spot light where some are more nuanced than
others. The characters depict each decade of life from 10 to 60. Thulson
Dingwall is 10; the repository of hope for the adult males and an eager,
likeable actor on stage. Turron Kofi Alleyne is 20. His defining moment
involves abstaining from unprotected sex so that he can travel on to
college. The 30 is Che Ayende; the most expressive and clearly emotive of
the cast. He acts with bottomless anguish as he confronts his own demon,
giving HIV to his pregnant girl friend. Alvin Keith is 40; the deeply
closeted gay son of his un-approving Bishop father. His delivery is the most
convincingly multi-layered of this cast. How he hides his truth from himself
and from his father is richly developed. Michael Genet is 50 with a
character named Mr. Rogers. Rifting off the PBS educational television
character, it seems, Genet while a small healthy food shop proprietor and
father to Dingwall, is really the educator for others. He tries to show them
what they need to know to survive and prosper in the new America, no longer a
place of slavery but a place with the aftermath of slavery everywhere. He
plays the role as the realistically solid male; depended on to be there for
others. As 60 is Jeffery V. Thompson, the Bishop and father to Keith. He has
amusing humor in his veins as he presents weakness for bad food such as Ho-Hos,
and it overtakes his large frame. His sin is the inability to reach out to
and accept his gay son until it is almost too late.
The set is
straightforward. The audience takes in a rear wall of copper colored
triangles set against a blue and white open sky … but looking through
countless half filled bottles of herbs. At each of the stage wings is a
table providing for another playing area beyond the central location. The
costumes are evocative of each character’s sense of himself and age; from a
buttoned-down executive, to impeccably dressed young school boy, to the
minister in his bright robes, to an adolescent from the ‘hood to a more
nobly dressed shop owner. Pre-show music is jazzy, moving from the quieter
tones of a single instruments such as a violin or flute to the more
pulsating and percussive if not almost discordant mélange of drums, violins,
flutes and clarinets.
Written by Daniel Beaty.
Directed by Oz Scott. Music composed by Daniel Bernard Roumain. Musical
stylist: Elan Vytal, a.k.a DJ Scientific. Design: G. W. Mercier, (set)
Karen Perry (costumes) Victor En Yu Tan, (lights) Tim Thompson (sound) Scott
Suchman (photography) Kurt Hall (stage manager). Cast: Che Ayende, Turron
Kofi Alleyne, Thulson Dingwall, Michael Genet, Alvin Keith, Jeffrey V.
Thompson. |
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September 5 - 28, 2008
Wishful
Drinking
Reviewed September 12 by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:10 - one
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a delightful trip down memory lane
Performances at the Lincoln
Theatre on U Street NW
Click here to buy the book |
When was the last time you saw a show that began with a Q&A with the
audience? It takes a lot of nerve for a performer, especially one doing a
solo show, to let the audience have such a hand in establishing the mood for
the evening. But, then, Carrie Fisher apparently has just that - a lot of
nerve. She has a confidence in her mastery of the subject of the show based
on the fact that she is the subject of the show. Her life, that is. And what
a life it has been! Not just the biographical abstract stuff: daughter of
Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher; co-star of Star Wars; wife of Paul Simon
and recipient of multiple awards for her openness about her own mental
illness. No, she has much to say about the smaller, but no less fascinating
aspects of life-a-la-Fisher: the confusion over just who is related to whom
in her extended family, the iconic hair do of Princess Leia, phone calls
from her mother who, she tells us, always begins with "Hello, Carrie, this
is your mother .. Debbie." But that opening Q&A! It doesn't deal with any of
the above. No. It deals with a more recent event - the morning she awoke to
find a friend of hers - a political advisor from our own home town - dead in
her bed. She asks the audience if they have any questions about that, and
she doesn't take silence for an answer. She elicits many questions, answers
them with an apparent openness, and in the process, establishes a unique
bond with this night's audience. Thus begins an evening that is never less
than entertaining.
Storyline: Carrie Fisher performs her tell-all on-stage memoir with a
refreshingly open sense of humor and confidence, aided by projections of
images from her past.
This well written,
well paced and certainly well performed memoir begins with Fisher's
observations that "If my life weren't funny it would only be true - and that
would be unacceptable." That's a viewpoint that few would express so early
in a tell-all session, and it is the key to the magic she spins. She knows
that her life isn't typical and that its very uniqueness isn't entirely
either her fault or to her credit. She was dealt a unique hand in life and
she's played her cards her own way. To tell that story, she's worked with
playwright Josh Ravetch and director Tony Taccone to refine and polish, but
in essence, this is pure Fisher. (It is also about to become a book which
will be issued just in time for the holidays.)
The show had its premiere in Los Angeles, which should
come as no surprise. Where else would a Hollywood tell-all take root?
Bringing it here to Arena, she performs before Alexander V. Nichols' set
which is a mixture of living room, class room, photo shop and special
effects lab. One moment she's curled up in an easy chair with an afghan on
her lap and a cigarette in her hand chatting with the audience as house
guests, the next she's up in front of a black board with pointer in her hand
walking a class through the complications of the marriages in her incredibly
extended family in a segment titled "Hollywood Inbreeding 101." She even
steps down into the audience to draft a volunteer or sprinkle a bit of
tinsel. Clearly, since nearly every story is delivered with appropriate
projections or props (the Princess Leia Sex Doll drops down from the flies)
this is a carefully scripted presentation but Fisher makes it feel as if
she's just rambling through her stories.
It should be noted that this is the first of Arena
Stage's shows to play the beautiful Lincoln Theater on U Street NW. (Its
right next door to Ben's Chili Bowl for those needing a burger or a dog
before or after the show.) During the construction of Arena's expanded
campus in Southwest, they will present most of their shows in Crystal City
but a few here at the Lincoln. They originally said that they needed the
Lincoln to accommodate the bigger shows and, indeed, they have slated the
musical review Irving Berlin's I Love A Piano for this space in
January, but they are opening with this one-set, one-person show, and they
fill the house. It is to
Fisher's credit that she manages to make the audience in this larger space
feel an intimate sense of connection.
Created and performed by Carrie Fisher. Directed by
Tony Taccone. Design: Alexander V. Nichols (set, lights and projections)
Kevin Berne (photography) Daniel Kells (stage manager). |
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June 6 - July 13, 2008
The Mystery
of Irma Vep
Reviewed June 15 by
David Siegel
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Running
Time: 1:50 – one intermission
A lively nostalgic trip down Boomer memory lane …and oh, btw,
the men wear
dresses
Click here to buy the script |
A couple hours of your time in the caverns of Crystal City is worth while
for a show based on a dethroning of many of the all-too-dearly held cultural
references and childhood memories for a certain generation. The Mystery
of Irma Vep is the proverbial summer beach read; frothy, mysterious, no
deep sub-text, bubbly in a sweet sort-of way, in a charming, safe
gender-bending presentation. Nothing is needed from a Potomac region
audience beyond suspension of your life as a suited power-broker so you can
enjoy entertainment with this mantra: “any man who dresses up as a woman
can’t be all bad.” The two starring actors, each playing multiple roles,
are Tony Award nominee Brad Oscar and Helen Hayes Award winner J. Fred
Shiffman. Their work is the clear basis of audience enjoyment, along with
the finely accomplished technical craft work of set, lighting and sound
design. But, there are some usually unnoticed and
unmentioned craftsman that deserve recognition early in this review … the
dressers, wardrobe staff and wig designer who make this show the pleasure it
is. A number of years ago, Susan Sontag, coined the term “camp” for
something that was artifice and exaggeration in a flamboyant, extravagant
style. Sontag went on to write that certain things are “camp” when they are
purposely exaggerated, especially the exaggeration of sexuality and
mannerism. As directed by Rebecca Bayla Taichman, The Mystery of Irma Vep
epitomizes a gentle, “camp” style, but with is a soft spot. This reviewer
does wonder if younger Boomers will grow bored with a continuing send-up
without the intimate knowledge of the cultural cues the show requires to be
more than just cross-dressing actors entertaining the audience in their
happily over-the-top frocks. The cleverness of the script does wane over
time, but Oscar and Shiffman seem to sense when a boost is needed to keep
things moving apace.
Storyline: A comedic (or is that melodramatic?) drawing room piece that finds time for a little travel to Egypt is a send-up of classic monster
movies from the 1930s including the English moors, the lure of the tombs of
ancient Egypt, Gothic literature, Shakespeare and
British “chic-lit” of a certain time and who knows what else in this
2-actor, multi-character, multi-gender circus. The plot, about a possibly
murdered mistress of the house, has something to do with pushing limits,
really.
Charles Ludlam (1943-1987) founded the
Ridiculous Theatrical Company in New York City in 1967. Ludlam was a theater
Luddite and tried to smash through theatrical conventions with his epicene
style and sensibility. With Irma Vep, Ludlam succeeded in reaching
the up-town world and the show won an Obie in 1984 for its ensemble
work. Ludlum was the playwright, the director and star. For this
Arena production, Director Rebecca Bayla Taichman, known best for her
recent work with Woolly Mammoth directing
Dead Man’s Cell Phone
and The Velvet Sky,
sets her sights on a well detailed presentation of artifact and fun. In
Oscar and Shiffman she has accomplished actors that she sets in motion. Her production team clearly took glee in delivering a set
that was finely tuned with props and set pieces that fill the eye. But this
is a show in which the frocks, gowns and wigs and snippets of music provide
the recurring audience laughter. And a reviewer’s note: a hardy clap of the
hands to Taichman and the actors as the rarely seen folk from behind the
curtain had the opportunity to take a bow at the final curtain call.
Oscar (the more physically robust one)
and Shiffman (the tall lanky one) are enjoyable as they sweat for the
audience, playing at least a half dozen distinct male and female roles. The
roles require them to sashay, prance, strut, shimmy, dance and god knows
what else as they move about the stage. They just feed off each other,
egging each other on throughout the evening. What is more incredible are the
quick changes required as they spin about in their entrances and exits. Some
costume changes take at most 20 seconds as they move from male to female to
male to female roles without seemingly taking a breath. The move from one
persona to another must be dizzying for the actors, but neither show it as
they make their grand entrances on cue with the lights and sounds and
without missing a line. Oscar gets to play the more flamboyant Lady Enid
Hillcrest and the crafty, horny caretaker Nicodemus, while Shiffman gets to
play the more intellectually twisted woman, Jane Twisden, and the arch
Englishman, Lord Edgar Hillcrest. Both are enjoyable to watch.
There is not an ounce of seriousness in
this quick and very playful two-act evening. Act I is a vividly recreated
drawing room from all those 1930’s - 1940’s English themed movies we all
have seen. Act II opens in an Egyptian tomb. The sinister music from mid-20th
century movies is used for scene changes to set a mood, though there is a
drop in of the Law and Order theme notes in one scene and
Deliverance dueling dulcimers -- yes dulcimers not banjoes -- in
another. The lighting cues are right on time, bringing back memories of
all the horror movies that we all remember and still long to see every late
October. As for the bravura gowns and frocks; they are beyond description - as
candy colored sheets of taffeta and full petticoats last seen when Carol
Burnett spoofed Gone With the Wind.
Written by Charles Ludlum. Directed by Rebecca Bayla
Taichman. Design: James Noone (set) David Zinn (costumes) T. Tyler
Sumpf (wigs) Parker Esse (choreography) David S. Leong (fight Choreography)
Daniel MacLean Wagner (lights) Bray Poor (sound) Scott Suchman
(photography) Amber Dickerson (stage
manager). Cast: Brad Oscar, J. Fred Shiffman. |
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March 14 - May 18, 2008
Death of a Salesman
Reviewed April 3 by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 3:00 - one
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a wrenching
performance
by Rick Foucheux
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Arena kicks off a two-play repertory of Arthur Miller with an affecting and
effective performance by Rick Foucheux in one of the great roles for an
American actor, that of Willy Loman in Miller's Pulitzer Prize winning
portrayal of the failure of the American
dream. As the salesman who believes in success
“riding on a smile and a shoeshine” but whose life collapses on all sides,
Foucheux appears nearly claustrophobic as the traps his failures and
weaknesses have created slam shut on any avenue of escape. His failure to
see consequences beyond the immediate moment and his inability to understand
the causes of the collapse of everything he thought he had built is both
horrible to see and fascinating to watch. With a fine supporting cast and a
suitably un-handsome design which emphasizes the drab existence this
salesman has managed to provide for the Loman family, Miller's highly
theatrical play with its flashbacks, hallucinations and excruciating
breakdown scenes carries the emotional wallop that has made it one of the
more frequently produced tragic dramas of contemporary theater.
Storyline: At the end of a career as a
traveling salesman, each of Willy Loman’s dreams turns sour. He looses his
job. His children turn out not to be the successes he dreamed about. He has
a loving wife but he hasn’t been faithful to her. He comes to believe that
he is worth more dead than alive, at least until the next premium on his
life insurance policy is due.
Death of a Salesman is one of
those plays that many theatergoers see many times. Partially this is due to
the attraction it has for some of the finest actors. The role of Willy Loman
is a classic challenge that has drawn career-marking performances from the
likes of Lee J. Cobb, George C. Scott, Dustin Hoffman, Brian Dennehey and
Herschel Bernardi. Arena has staged it before with Robert Prosky as Willy.
Rick Foucheux holds his own in such exalted company although his performance
won't make anyone forget the others. Who could? Instead, he adds a rumpled,
dowdy and exhausted Willy to the tradition.
Nancy Robinette takes on the role of his wife, Linda. Her performance is
at its best in the less histrionic scenes where she can apply some subtle
sweetness to the part, but when her Linda looses it - either in her panic
over Willy's suicidal actions, her condemnation of her son's mistreatment of
their father or, finally, her grief at the graveside - she puts more volume
than visible thought into the blast. Jeremy S. Holm is sharp in the
outbursts of the older son who knows deep down in his soul that he's not
going to be the success his father wants him to be, while
Tim Getman does fine job on the always difficult role of the
oh-so-shallow youngest son who can abandon his father in the midst of an
emotional breakdown to chase a skirt. As the boy next door, Louis
Cancelmi matures nicely from the young object of ridicule in Willy's memory
to the adult who has built a successful legal practice not through charm and
personality but by intelligence and hard work, and J. Fred Shiffman is a
vision as Willy's uncle, which is just right since he really is a figment of
Willy's disturbed mind.
As one of a two play repertory, not only will this production share most
of its cast with A View from the Bridge (which will be reviewed separately),
it shares the basics of the scenic design of Loy Arcenas. Salesman is a
challenge for a designer who must cope with the limitations of the stage in
Arena's temporary space in Crystal City. The ceiling over the stage is too
low to allow the usual arrangement of bedrooms upstairs from the kitchen in
the Loman home, there's no space above to accommodate flying in set
pieces for flashbacks or hallucinations and restricted wing space does not
allow for slide
on pieces either. Strangely, for a play with the theme of the claustrophobia
Willy feels as his world closes in around him, Arcenas spreads the action
horizontally in a fairly spacious way. Laurie Churba Kohn provides Foucheux
with the frumpiest suit any worn out salesman ever wore - and it seems to
get frumpier and frumpier as scene follows scene until this disheveled hulk
of a man reaches his final failure.
Written by Arthur Miller. Directed by Timothy Bond. Fight choreography by David S. Leong. Incidental music composed by Michael G. Keck. Design: Loy Arcenas
(set) Laurie Churba Kohn (costumes) Bettie O. Rogers (wigs and hair) Nancy
Chertler (lights) Scott Suchman (photography) Susan R. White (stage
Manager). Cast: Jamieson Baker, Louis Cancelmi, Rick Foucheux, Tim Getman,
Tara Giordano, Jeremy S. Holm, Naomi Jacobson, Virginia Kull, Nancy
Robinette, Stephen F. Schmidt, J. Fred Shiffman, Noble Shropshire, Cliff
Williams III.
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March 21 - May 17,2008
A View from the
Bridge
Reviewed April 4 by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:30 - one
intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a powerful
performance
by Delaney Williams
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The second half of the two play repertory of Arthur Miller
tragedies is his lesser known drama of a Brooklyn longshoreman whose
close knit family of Italian ancestry is rocked by the arrival of two cousins
from the old country. It shares the family concentration of the other,
Death of a Salesman, as well as the common theme
that the central character is perhaps the only one on stage who cannot or
will not see the disaster headed his way. As the narrating lawyer says, the
train wreck can be seen coming from the start - and not just because he
tells us so in the first scene. Unlike Death of a Salesman, however,
the audience gets to see some of the good side of the family's relationship
before everything comes unglued. Delaney Williams' performance is the
dominant one, as well it should be given the structure of Miller's script,
but there are a host of other fine performances that bring the piece to a
warmer feeling than Salesman ever achieves. Naomi Jacobson is outstanding as
his wife, David Agranov and Virginia Kull make an attractive pair of young
lovers - each with the ability to flash into anger, frustration or pure
determination at a moment's notice - and Noble Shropshire imbues the
narrating lawyer character with just a touch of human concern that also
helps soften the harder edges early on, without damaging their sharpness when
the story reaches its tragic conclusion.
Storyline: Two Italian cousins of the wife of a Brooklyn dockworker enter
the country illegally in order to escape the poverty that has gripped the
family's post-World War II homeland. The dockworker welcomes them into his
home, an apartment he and his wife share with the niece he has raised from
childhood. One of them is attracted to her, however, and the dockworker's
generosity won't stretch that far. He claims to oppose their budding romance
because he assumes the young man just wants a marriage that would allow him
to remain in the country legally. In truth, jealousies and passions far
beyond that are at issue.
Miller may be best known for Death of a
Salesman and The Crucible, but his output includes half a dozen
other plays deserving frequent remounting.
All My Sons was
given a thoughtful presentation by Quotidian Theatre a few years ago and
The Price is getting a fabulous staging
right now at Theater J with Robert Prosky and two of his sons. In each of his
major works, with the exception of The Crucible which was triggered
by Miller's response to the excesses of the McCarthy era, the focus has been
on the family in then-contemporary America, and the difficulty families have
in recognizing reality and coping with limitations that belie "The American
Dream." With this drama, he explores the impact of immigration policy on
families as well, making it particularly relevant in this day when that
issue is so prominently a factor in local as well as national politics.
The dockworker/husband/uncle is an appealing fellow in the hands of
Delaney Williams who delivers a well modulated performance, taking him from
happier times through to the final revelations in measured steps. At the
start, he's a bit of a loveable lunk, even if it is the 1950s and the family
is assumed to be headed by the man whose decisions are final. In this home,
however, mother knows better as shown in the sharp and finally emotionally
affecting performance of Naomi Jacobson. In addition to the youngsters, Agranov and Kull, Louis Cancelmi as the other cousin from Italy, contributes
a bit of youthful passion to the proceedings.
With the requirement to switch back and forth between the two shows
playing in rapidly revolving repertory (there are days when one show plays
at the matinee and the other in the evening) set designer Loy Arcena again
uses the structure of Arena's temporary home in Crystal City, fitting out
the wide but not deep or high playing space with an area constituting the
family's home and another area where all the outside activity is staged. It
concentrates the family scenes in a tighter cocoon than was apparent in
Salesman, perhaps as much a reflection of the blocking by the directors as
of the design of the space. At least at the start, the Brooklyn apartment
feels like a refuge from the cold outside world while the Loman family home
in Salesman never felt so comforting - even in the normally warm
first scene of the second act. Here it seems to work with, rather than
against the play, although it was strange to see the cast gathering up
furniture and clearing a space which soon becomes an area for the final
fight scene.
Written by Arthur Miller. Directed by Daniel Aukin. Fight choreography by
David S. Leong. Incidental music composed by Michael G. Keck. Design: Loy
Arcena (set) Laurie Churba Kohn (costumes) Bettie O. Rogers (wigs and hair)
Nancy Chertler (lights) Scott Suchman (photography) Susan R. White (stage
Manager). Cast: David Agranov, Louis Cancelmi, Rick Foucheux, Tim Getman,
Tara Giordano, Jeremy S. Holm, Naomi Jacobson, Virginia Kull, Nancy
Robinette, Stephen F. Schmidt, J. Fred Shiffman, Noble Shropshire, Cliff
Williams III, Delaney Williams.
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December 28, 2007 - February
24, 2008
Ella
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:10 - one intermission
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Stages Pick for an extraordinary recreation
of an extraordinary talent
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Tina Fabrique (The
Women of Brewster Place, Ma
Rainey's Black Bottom,
Crowns) returns to
Arena to play the lead in this bio-musical of Ella Fitzgerald. She doesn't
do a mere imitation of Ella, although there are times when the
transformation is complete enough that even those who have had the privilege
of actually attending one of the late songstress' concerts may succumb to
the feeling that they've slipped back to an earlier pleasure. Instead,
Fabrique uses the strength of her vocal performance as the centerpiece of a
dramatic performance of note. She reveals an Ella who is more human, more vulnerable and
more touching than the great songstress' fans saw on stage.
She imbues the music of Ella Fitzgerald with the personality of its maker,
not just the art. But the art is there as well, with its deep appreciation
for all that is good in the great American popular song catalogue. She isn't
alone on stage, but this is Tina Fabrique's show. It is no mistake that
there's no understudy listed in the program. Without Tina, there's no
"Ella."
Storyline: In 1966, at the height of her fame as "The First Lady of
Song," Ella Fitzgerald struggles to find the will to go on stage for her
sold-out concert in Nice, France, after the death of her sister. Her
long-time producer Norman Granz asks her to spend a little less time singing
and a little more time talking with the audience, which prompts her own
flood of memories of her life and career to date.
Fabrique is not just the key to the success of this
production, she has been the key to the success of the show since its
inception at TheaterWorks in Connecticut where she created the role under
director Rob Ruggiero. She went on to star in the revised
version which premiered at Florida Stage and has toured with it when not
performing in the production of The Women of Brewster Place which
just closed at Arena. The structure of the show as it now exists is an
interesting blend of concert and bio-play. The first act is a back-stage
stroll down memory lane. Of course, when the life being remembered is one
spent in the music business, there's lots of music in the memories - "How
High The Moon," "It Don't Mean A Thing (If It Ain't Got That Swing),"
"You'll Have To Swing It (Mr. Paganini)," "They Can't Take That Away From
Me," "Night and Day" and "That Old Black Magic" are but some of the items
from Ella's astonishing career that carry the memories of her struggles.
Act Two is more of a recreation of a concert, with such
highlights as "Lullaby of Birdland," "'S Wonderful," "The Man I Love,"
"Cheek to Cheek" and "Let's Call The Whole Thing Off" in a recreation of a
duet with Louis Armstrong with trumpet player Elmer Brown as Satchmo, and
the essential "Oh, Lady Be Good" - not to mention a sterling recreation of
Ella's own creation, "A-Tisket, A-Tasket." But the concert segment takes on
depth and texture because of what the audience has learned of Ella's life
during the first act. Thus, it becomes a concert with a subtext. It doesn't
quite add up to great drama, but it puts dramatic interest into what might
otherwise have been a mere impersonation. Fabrique, being an actress and not
just a singer, uses the subtext to create something more than a concert.
Michael Miceli's sound design takes full advantage of the
bright, sharp acoustics of this new venue and also contributes a number of
subtle but highly effective settings that reinforce the feeling of the hall
in which "Ella" is supposedly singing. The addition of an echoey
reverberation for memories of performances at the legendary Apollo Theatre
or the Savoy Ballroom which were so important in Ella's early years gives
definition to the scenes and the immediacy of the close-miked sound for club
date numbers adds excitement to already exciting material. Brown's trumpet
poses something of a challenge to Timothy M. Thompson in mixing the show
because the hard sound of the room tends to drive up the volume needed to
maintain balance, but Thompson does a fine job. Brown's muted Roy-Eldridge
riffs come across as cleanly as his Satchmo-inspired blasts or his
Dizzy-like ramblings while the vocal remains clearly out front.
Written by Jeffrey Hatcher. Conceived by Rob Ruggiero and
Dyke Garrison. Directed by Rob Ruggiero. Musical direction and arrangements
by Danny Holgate. Design: Michael Schweikardt (set) Alejo Vietti (costumes)
Charles Lapointe (wigs) John Lasiter (lights) Michael Miceli (sound) Carol
Pratt (photography) Martha Knight (stage manager). Cast: Elmer Brown, George
Caldwell, Harold Dixon, Tina Fabrique, Rodney Harper, Clifton Kellem.
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November 16 - December
30, 2007
Christmas
Carol 1941
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:05 - one intermission
A new version of Dickens' classic set in WW II Washington DC |
The translator/adaptor responsible for some great fun based on works by
French authors has tried to spice up an old chestnut that didn't require
translation because it was written in English in the first place.
Transferring Dickens' London based holiday tale to the Washington DC of the
third week of our involvement in World War II could be expected to add a dimension to the tale
that might intrigue. After all, that was a time of high drama in American
history and in the development of our town. Unfortunately, the transition
seems to layer material on top of the original rather than blend it together,
and the result feels labored and plodding. Perhaps it is just that everyone
in the audience knows that there are three whole ghosts of Christmas to get
through and, so, when we've only seen one before the intermission, a certain
impatience sets in. Whatever the cause, a host of local favorites labor
mightily to make this new telling of an old story special without much
success.
Storyline: The setting
is Washington, DC when, on Christmas eve of 1941, mean and miserly Elijah
Strube learns the true meaning of Christmas as the ghost of his former
partner, Jacob Marley, sends him the Ghost of Christmas Past to show him the
error of his ways, the Ghost of Christmas Present to show him the
opportunity to change and the Ghost of Christmases Yet to Come to show him
the consequences of failing to change.
The adaptation is by James Magruder, whose
adaptations of classic works have been great fun. He translated Marivaux's
The Triumph of Love and then turned it into the book for a musical
which was delightful. His translation of Alain-René Lesage's
Turcaret was
a bright, high-energy romp
when staged at Catalyst on Capitol Hill a few years back. Here he retains
the basic structure of Dickens' three-ghost dream story, but converts money
lender Scrooge and his "bah humbug" into would-be war profiteer Elijah
Strube with his exclamations of "bull crap!" Just what Magruder does with
the alphabet agency approach of FDR's administration and the OPA defies
explanation. Converting the ghosts to prominent statuary from the city
("Winged Victory" from the 1st Division Memorial, "Freedom" from atop the
Capitol Dome, "Grief" from Rock Creek Cemetery) certainly ties nicely to the
idea of a dream and gives costume designer Vicki R. Davis an entertaining
challenge, but it seems to drag on and on. Davis also gets to deck out Hugh Nees
in a bureaucrat's version of chains: reams and reams of paper.
Nees is but one of the
familiar faces that Arena fans will enjoy seeing again. The chief pleasure
is watching Larry Redmond make something very human out of the clerk who has
labored lo these many years in the service of the miser. Nancy Robinette
does what she can with the over-written role of his wife, whose pacifist
beliefs are suddenly out of fashion following the attack on Peal Harbor. Molly
Clement is a cheerful presence as their daughter. Christopher Block is
particularly impressive as a veteran who, as a marcher in the "Bonus Army"
which was attacked by US troops when they
demonstrated in favor of immediate payment of the bonus they had been
promised for their World War One service but never received, was "cheered in
'17, jeered in '32." The chief disappointment is the
miser at the heart of the story, James Gale, who simply fails to motivate the
conversion from grouch to benefactor.
Four songs were
written for the production and are grafted onto the story. They are by Henry
Krieger, whose music for Side Show was very effective, and Susan Birkenhead,
who provided Magruder with lyrics for the musical Triumph of Love.
"Three Wise Kings" seems an effort to connect the three-ghost concept of
Dickens with the biblical trio and "Heroes of the Home Front" is a
prototypical 1940s number for a big band vocalist that lets the entire cast
let loose with a bit of a jitterbug. George Fulginiti-Shakar and Garth
Hemphill treat the material with the respect it deserves, developing
arrangements and orchestrations for "Heroes of the Home Front" that sound
authentic as a USO dance of the day. Similarly, Adam Larsen developed
projection designs that enhance the production significantly. Chuck Fox, on
the other hand, didn't devote the same level of attention to detail as
properties master, providing, among other things, an electric typewriter
dating from a decade after the war as a key set piece.
Adapted from Dickens
by James Magruder. Directed by Molly Smith. Music by Henry Krieger. Lyrics
by Susan Birkenhead. Musical direction by George Fulginiti-Shakar.
Orchestrations by Garth Hemphill. Arrangements by George Fulginiti-Shakar
and Garth Hemphill. Choreography by Parker Esse. Design: William Schmuck
(set) Vicki R. Davis (costumes) Christal Schanes (wigs and makeup) Adam
Larsen (projections) Chuck Fox (properties) John (Jock) Munro (lights)
Garth Hemphill (sound) Susan R. White (stage manager). Cast: Christopher
Bloch, Clinton Brandhagen, Mollie Clement, Daniel Eichner, James Gale, Tim
Getman, Tara Giordano, C.J. Harrison-Davies, Gia Mora, Connan Morrissey,
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The Women of Brewster Place
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:40 - one intermission
A musical version of a popular novel of the struggle of poor
African American women in an urban housing project
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With a series of involving stories connecting half a dozen or so interesting
characters, and with a host of fine pop-soul-gospel songs often sung to the rafters,
this musical based on a novel that has its own faithful fans delivers an
evening of theater that has much to recommend it. The fact that it isn’t all
that it could or should be doesn’t negate the strengths it does have, and,
before its nearly two-month run is out, it will have gained legions of fans.
The strength of the stories being told help a great deal, and the quality of
Tim Acito's score adds to the pleasures to be had. He's particularly adept
at creating a song that also serves as a scene, which is a skill to be
treasured in musical theater. Molly Smith directs this world premiere musical which is a co-production
with The Alliance Theatre of Atlanta where the production played for a month
before transferring to Arena. Smith's direction is smooth and supple, but the
story calls for rough and tumble and she just doesn't provide it. Instead,
the evening is filled with times you nod your head and say "nicely done," but
not as many moments as there should be when you exclaim "Wow!"
Storyline: A crumbling and neglected housing development on a cul-de-sac
formed by an unsightly concrete wall is the setting where the neighborhood
women learn the power of community action with all its frustrations as well
as its rewards. Their natural leader is Mattie who was forced to move into
the project when she lost her house which she had posted as bail for her son
who then fled. Others with problems of their own to face include Mattie's
niece who suffers the loss of her daughter, Mattie's friend of longstanding
who stops in the neighborhood in between men in her life, and a lesbian
couple who engender the animosity of some of the ladies and the hatred of a
street gang.
Tim Acito, a dancer turned playwright,
lyricist and composer, handled all three aspects of the crafting of this
musical: music, lyrics and book. He did the same for a smaller project called
Zanna, Don't!, a musical fantasy of a high school where to be gay is
the norm and to be straight is to be discriminated against by the heterophobes among
your classmates. That smaller musical played Off-Broadway, garnering
nominations for Drama Desk Awards for Best Musical, Best Music, Best Lyrics and
Best Book. His new musical is a much more ambitious, larger scale work and
he proves again to be up to the task. One choice he made was to limit the
characters portrayed on stage to, as the title of both the novel and show
has it, The Women of Brewster Place. Gone are the male characters who
populated much of the book. The musical is not necessarily the better for
the streamlining. However it does provide director Molly Smith and
projection designer Adam Larsen an opportunity to create some memorable
moments of threatening shadows and silhouettes. Still, there are scenes with directed
distractions (such as excessive fussing with a bathtub) and others with hard
to understand understatements (such as a brief outburst instead of a heart-stopping, gut-wrenching wail by the
otherwise very good Shelley Thomas when she sees her daughter die).
Tina Fabrique holds forth as the star of the night,
but with a performance that lacks the kind of star-power that could have
lifted this show to the heavens. She's smooth where she should be rough and
calm when she should be shaking things up. Her voice is never a fraction off
pitch and she never misses a beat, but the polish of her song styling belies
the emotion Acito wrote into the songs. She does a good job, however, when
sparked by the delightful Marva Hicks in a duet on an homage to Billie
Holiday. There are moments for others to shine as well. Monique L. Midgette
lights up as a civil rights activist in tie-died tee shirt, especially when
sparked by Terry Burrell as her only-slightly-disapproving mother, and
Suzanne Douglas and Harriett D. Foy shine individually and collectively as
the lesbian couple whose story becomes the dominant element of the second
act.
William Foster McDaniel not only conducts, he plays
keyboard while leading the six-member pit band hidden below the stage. He
collaborated with Acito on the orchestrations which are essentially drab
underscores for the vocalists using two keyboards and a rhythm section. The
score is varied enough that it calls out for more colorful, more resourceful
support. But no violin, viola or cello, let alone any brass or woodwind,
enlivens the sound. The choreography by Kenneth L. Roberson seems similarly
perfunctory, missing out on a number of opportunities to add to the
production's sense of style and storytelling.
Music, lyrics and book by Tim Acito based on the novel
by Gloria Naylor. Directed by Molly Smith. Music direction by William Foster
McDaniel. Orchestrations by Tim Acito and William Foster McDaniel.
Choreographed by Kenneth L. Roberson. Design: Anne Patterson (set) Adam
Larsen (projections) Paul Tazewell (costumes) Chuck LaPointe (wigs) Michael
Gilliam (lights) Garth Hemphill (sound) Amber Dickerson (stage manager).
Cast: Cheryl Alexander, Terry Burrell, Suzzanne Douglas, Tina Fabrique,
Harriett D. Foy, Eleasha Gamble, Marva Hicks, Monique L. Midgette, Tijuana
T. Ricks, Shelley Thomas.
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2007
Well
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 1:55 - no intermission
A very theatrical riff on health and values
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Theatrical conventions are at the heart of Lisa Kron's highly inventive
script, which purports to be something of a one woman
show to which she has added cast members to tell a story which she maintains is definitely not about her mother.
In a flight of fancy, she makes it seem as if
the show keeps getting away from her. She has the
cast members breaking out of the apparent script, taking control of scenes
and even stepping out of character to portray themselves. The force
of her mother's personality becomes the key element in a performance that
flies off into issues Kron maintains she had hoped to avoid. Actress Emily Ackerman plays
actress/playwright Lisa Kron in this production, which may confuse a few in
the audience since the first line in the script has her introducing herself
as Lisa Kron. Nancy Robinette plays her mother, a part that seems almost
written for her. She is such a familiar face to Potomac Region theater
lovers that it seems absolutely natural when she recognizes people in the
audience and asks her "daughter" if she's offered these nice people
something to drink. When she walks off stage to see if she has Diet Cokes
for everyone, you almost expect her to return pushing a drink cart.
Storyline: An Author/Performer tries with ever decreasing success to
control the characters she has created in her "theatrical exploration" of
issues of health - personal and societal. The characters, and the actors and
actresses playing them, keep taking charge of the scenes, taking them in
directions she didn't expect and interacting with her mother whose health is
at the core of her story.
Lisa Kron wrote this unconventionally structured one-act
play and performed the central role as she nurtured it through a development
process that took her and it to CENTERSTAGE in Baltimore, the Sundance
Theater Lab in Utah, the La Jolla Playhouse in California and the Public
Theatre in New York before eking out a two-month run on Broadway. Short run
or not, it earned enough attention to garner Tony Award nominations for her
as an actress as well as for her co-star, Jayne Houdyshell who played her
mother.
Robinette is a delight all evening long and Ackerman gives a
bright, lively and intelligent performance as Kron. The supporting cast gets
a collection of great one-liners and some fabulous bits such as Donnetta
Lavinia Grays popping up out of the floor at key moments. However, none is
given much of a character to develop. Indeed, each plays multiple parts and
also plays him or herself in one of Kron's hyper-theatrical touches. Susan
Lynskey gets the award for best delivery of a single line for her deadpan
pronouncement "I am Joy!" and, later, ingratiates herself with the entire
audience when she breaks character to ask Nancy Robinette if they can stay
in touch after the run of the show has ended.
Arena's decision to mount this essentially intimate show in
the large arena-style Fichandler rather than the smaller proscenium theater,
the Kreeger, is questionable at best. The large space of the stage works to
swallow the interaction between the performers. The fact that a
significant portion of the audience cannot see some of the reactions is a
difficulty and Director Kyle Donnelly fails to insist on the level of
clarity in the casts' enunciation that might have at least partially
alleviated that problem. Set designer Thomas Lynch compounds
the problem by leaving so much of the center of the space empty and pushing
a lot of the action to the sides. Placing the mother's cozy nook and
well-worn lazy boy recliner at the south-eastern corner of the stage
deprives many of the audience members on those sides the chance to see a
great deal of Robinette's work. Tickets on the west and north side are
definitely preferable for this production.
Written by Lisa Kron. Directed by Kyle Donnelly. Design:
Thomas Lynch (set) Nan Cibula-Jenkins (costumes) Nancy Schertler (lights)
Lindsay Jones (sound) Scott Suchman (photography)
Lloyd Davis, Jr. (stage manager). Cast: Emily Ackerman, Scott Drummond,
Donnetta Lavinia Grays, Mark Damon Johnson, Susan Lynskey, Nancy Robinette.
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August 24 - September
30, 2007
33 Variations
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:35 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for an absorbing
examination of the creative impulse
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Brief partial nudity
Winner of the Ushers' Favorite Show Awards for August and September
Winner of the $25,000 prize of the American Theatre Critics Association /
Steinberg Award for Outstanding New Play of 2007 |
Three interconnecting stories revolve around one woman in
Moisés Kaufman's new play receiving its world premiere in the Kreeger. The
play is in good hands with Mary Beth Peil as that woman, a musicologist in a
race with deteriorating health to complete her life's work. Her progression
over the course of the evening has the natural feel of inexorable physical
decline compensated for by the force of intelligent will. Kaufman directs
his own play, matching the theatricality of his script with staging that
enhances rather than distracting from its strengths. With sliding set
pieces, flapping music paper, moving projections and dramatic lighting, the
project could be a jumble, but instead, sticks together through the three
really intriguing, interrelated stories. Kaufman goes just a bit
overboard in the final ten or fifteen minutes, with scenes that go beyond
the confines of contemporary events and historical actions to blend the two
together with a touch of fantasy. The effect is a bit jarring after two
hours of more realistic scenes. Still, the full impact of the
evening is impressive and fully satisfying.
Storyline: As her final project before the ravages of disease cut short
her life and career, a musicologist delves into the mysteries behind Ludwig
van Beethoven's composition of not one but thirty-three variations of a
single waltz. As she struggles to connect with Beethoven, her daughter
struggles to connect with her before it is too late.
Moisés Kaufman
explored hatred in The Laramie Project and bigotry in Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of
Oscar Wilde (well, both in both, actually). Now he explores creativity. Laramie was marked by its refusal to accept simple answers to
complex issues and Indecency was notable for its examination of
historical records in the search for that which can't be written down on dry
parchment and paper. This play is also much more than a recreation of an
historical event, exploring not just what happened but why and placing it
all within a context that makes it breathe. His own program note disclaims
historical recreation, terming the product "a series of variations on a
moment in a life." No life exists in a vacuum, however, and Kaufman's play
becomes something of a fugue intertwining moments in the lives of three
interconnected sets of people.
Peil's performance is strong both in the
progression of her individual character and in her
reactions to her medical deterioration as she battles Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis
(Lou Gehrig's disease). She is also superb in the way she establishes
connections with the rest of the cast. Laura Odeh is nicely chipper at first
but drawn into the tragedy of her mother's decline and Greg Keller is
properly awkward in a charming way as the nurse who falls for the daughter
and supports her through the ordeal. Their own
development as a couple is
nicely done. Susan Kellermann progresses from stiff, Teutonic
librarian to compassionate friend in measured steps. Peal also interacts
with the world of Beethoven where Don Amendolia makes more out of the music
publisher than a mere functionary and Erik Steele provides clarity as well
as background information as Beethoven's biographer Anton Schindler. Graeme
Malcolm is the great composer himself, known as a raging titan of a man, and
he handles the range of emotions well.
Derek McLane has contributed a set that flows as elegantly as the script,
featuring frames holding individual pages of Beethoven's music framed by
shelves of document boxes. The music pages form surfaces on which
projections of titles ("Variation #24"), places (a map of Bonn), events (the
musicologist undergoing an MRI) and images of the music itself are shown.
These projections by Jeff Sugg advance the story, manipulate atmosphere and
reinforce themes while giving the entire project a unique feel. And Diane
Walsh's piano at stage right wraps it all together as a unified piece
through her performance of many of the variations for which the play is
named. She has just released a CD of the full set of the variations which is
available through the theater or
click here
to order.
Written and directed by Moisés Kaufman. Choreography and movement by
Peter Anastos. Design: Derek McLane (set) Jeff Sugg (projections) Janice
Pytel (costumes) Chuck LaPointe (wigs) David Lander (lights) André Pluess
(sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Meghan Gauger (stage manager). Cast: Don
Amendolia, Greg Keller, Susan Kellermann, Graeme Malcolm, Laura Odeh, Mary
Beth Peil, Erik Steele, Diane Walsh.
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July 5 - July 22, 2007
Emergence-SEE!
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 1:30 - no intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for emotion-packed poetic
imagery
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"This ain't no Carnival Cruise" says
Daniel Beaty in his hip-hop tinged solo show envisioning New York's reaction
if a slave ship suddenly emerged in their modern harbor. Beaty is an
actor/singer/writer/composer who has assembled some of his poetry for
performance in a context of soaring imagination. The concept of a
time-warping visage confronting the modern cosmopolitan world with one of
its hardest-to-face facts of history, unleashing a wide variety of
contemporary reactions, is wonderfully theatrical, and Beaty, who seems to
exude theatricality, takes full advantage of his theme. As an actor/singer,
he holds the stage with assurance and commands attention. His poetry is
filled with color and a healthy mix of humor and pathos. From the image of
millions of skeletons lining the sea floor all the way from Africa to
Liberty Island at one extreme, to Al Sharpton demanding the ship be made a
Federal historical monument and Oprah proclaiming "a full circle Ah Hah
moment" at the other, Beaty connects with the contemporary imagination. The
underlying message of the importance of remembrance of things past strikes a
responsive chord.
Storyline: When the specter of a slave ship named Remembrance surfaces in
front of the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor, many emotions are
released but none quite as strong as those of the two sons of a single
thought-provoking man who clambers aboard and holds forth from the upper
deck.
Each of the vignettes in this survey of land-based reactions to
the metaphysical occurrence in the harbor lasts just about as long as
necessary, and then Beaty moves on. Some of the vignettes are stronger than
others but none drags on too long. As a performer, Beaty is precise. Since
his material is all poetry - and hip hopish poetry at that - the rhythm of
his delivery is as important as the inflections and how he says what he says
is an important part of the performance. Beaty has an impressive level of
breath control. His inhalations are easily as important and carefully
choreographed as the enunciation of the text as he exhales. Variety, not
normally a feature of the often monotonous Hip Hop, which after all, takes
its name from a droning two-beat imitation of marching soldiers, is very
much a part of Beaty's delivery and each of the vignettes or poems has its
own distinctive meter.
Strangely uncredited is Kenny Leon who directed last year's production of
this work at New York's Public Theatre. The contribution of a strong
director can make or break a solo show being performed by its author.
Someone has to be able to say "enough, already!" to rein in a creative
individual working with his own material. Since we didn't happen to see the
production when it was directed by Leon, we can't comment on how this
current incarnation differs from the work when he was at the helm. We can
say, however, that this show does not seem to suffer from some of the
self-absorption that solo shows unfettered by a strong director often
exhibit. Perhaps this is simply a credit to Beaty himself. Perhaps it is a
residual benefit from the work of Leon. Whichever, what is on the stage is
tightly controlled and highly satisfying.
While this comes as close as any show to the proverbial "one man show,"
there are contributions of note from people who don't happen to be Daniel
Beaty. Most importantly, Jason Arnold who has designed lighting for many
local shows, supports the emotions of the performance with carefully
selected color schemes on the plain back drape which backs the stage at
Arena's Kreeger Theatre, and alternating tight or wide lighting on Beaty as
the material requires.
Written and performed by Daniel Beaty. Design: Jason Arnold (lights)
Timothy M. Thompson (sound) Michal Daniel (photography) John Eric Scutchins
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April 27 - June 24, 2007
Peter and Wendy
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:40 - one intermission
A charming and visually magic puppet and live-actor presentation
Tickets $55 - $74 |
There is a term reviewers use all too often for shows like this one, shows
that seem to have one effect after the other in a long series of magical
moments. That term is "endlessly inventive." It applies here to a "t" which
is both a good thing and a bad. The New York-based avant-garde theatrical
troupe Mabou Mines created this quasi-bunraku puppet style musical telling
of J.M. Barrie's classic tale of the boy who refused to grow up, and they
filled it with visual and sonic wonders enough for any two or three shows.
"Inventive" they were. However, "endless" they also seemed to be. The show
is over-long and its pace rarely varies, leaving the impact of each of the
delightful images and sequences to pile one on the other. It is hard to
imagine that anyone could be bored by this flood of inventiveness. But its
true. Too much of a good thing is still too much.
Storyline: Peter Pan is a boy who has escaped the real world where boys have
to grow up to be men by joining the other lost boys in Neverland, but he
misses the stories his mother used to tell. He visits the Darling household
in London to listen to Mrs. Darling read stories to her children. The eldest
of the children seems to him to be a perfect candidate to take back to
Neverland to tell stories to all the lost boys and to be their mother. They
fly to Neverland where they have adventures battling Captain Hook's pirates.
The Darling children want to return to their home and the rest of the lost
boys want to join them - but Peter continues to refuse to grow up.
Mabou Mines, named for the town
in Nova Scotia where they rehearsed their first show in 1970, is a troupe
that specializes in having the entire company of creative talents
collaborate on all aspects of a production. The team developed Peter and
Wendy in 1996 for the Spoleto Festival in Charleston, South Carolina. With
East-Asian puppetry and a Celtic musical score, this production is based on
the novel J.M. Barrie wrote in 1911 following the
success of his 1904 play. His novel was viewed as a bit darker
than his play, and this version shows the effects of his increased emphasis on the loss
of innocence. Most of the more popular adaptations - for film and for
theater - concentrate on the joys of childhood and treat the theme of the problems of adulthood
as just a dash of spice in
the otherwise sweeter concoction. Mabou Mines tries to capture that darker
feel while, at
the same time, being true to the spirit of Barrie's novel.
Karen Kandel was very much a part of that
original troupe that developed the piece ten years ago when she originated
the part of the narrator. She's performing it again for the first month of
this two month run. (Marsha Stephanie Blake takes over the role on May 29.)
Kandel is the only un-masked real person on stage. The rest of the cast are
covered in white in a reverse-polarity version of the traditional
manipulators in Japanese bunraku puppetry who are dressed in black, and the
audience is expected to ignore their presence. Here, in white, their
presence is emphasized to delightful effect. The puppets themselves are
marvelous. The Peter Pan puppet has about as much stage presence as any live
actor we've seen this season, and the creation of the dog Nana out of what
seems to be just a pile of old rags is a delight. The narrator creates all
the voices (and Nana's bark) as well as narrating the story itself.
She voices many of her lines with her head or at least her mouth hidden from
view so that the audience concentrates on the puppet and not on her. Still
each syllable she utters is clearly heard throughout the hall. Ah, the magic
of the wireless microphone!
The show is a play with music, and not
just incidental music. There are 8 songs plus two "tunes" in the score. Six
musicians sit on one side of the stage while a seventh who handles
percussion and live sound effects sits on the other. Among the six musicians
is Susan McKeown who stands to sing such Celtic-sounding songs as "Memories
to Bed" "Light That Beauteous Flame" and "The Wendy House Song." All the
music was composed by Johnny Cunningham and is charming and lilting. The
Celtic feeling compliments the accent that Kandel has given to her Peter Pan
- a distinctly Scottish Gaelic brogue in honor of J. M. Barrie who was born
in Forfarshire, Scotland.
Conceived and created by Mabou Mines from
the novel by J. M. Barrie. Adapted by Liza Lorwin. Directed by Lee Breuer. Music composed by Johnny
Cunningham. Lyrics by members of the original company. Music direction by
Alan Kelly. Fight direction by B. H. Barry. Live sound effects score by Jay
Peck. Puppet design and construction by Julie Archer, Stephen Kaplin, Walter
Stark, Jane Catherine Shaw and Basil Twist. Design: Julie Archer (set and
puppets) Sally Thomas (costumes) Andrew Moore (film) Edward Cosla (sound)
Lloyd Davis, Jr. (stage manager). Cast: Lindsay Abromaitis-Smith, Deana
Acheson, Matthew Acheson, Lute Breuer, Emily DeCola, Karen Kandel or Marsha
Stephanie Blake, Jessica Scott, Jessica Chandlee Smith, Eric Wright.
Musicians: Jay Ansill, Aidan Brennan, Jerry Busher, Tola Custy, Stephanie
Geremia or Ivan Goff, Alan Kelly, Susan McKeown. |
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May 22 - June 10, 2007
Ennio
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 1:10 - no intermission
An extended mime-to-soundtrack act featuring
elaborate paper costumes
Tickets $39 |
You could be excused for thinking that the Capital Fringe Festival came
early this year. The festival is actually not going to begin until July 19,
but there is a real-live fringe-type act up and running right now. In fact,
the act taking half a stage at Arena (more about that later) got its start
at the granddaddy of all fringe festivals, the Edinburgh.
It is a clown/mime act that uses paper cutouts to create caricatures of pop icons
in a lip-synch act that goes on and on. Italian clown Ennio Marchetto does
the cavorting as well as the cutting up - cutting up paper to create clever
and colorful costumes, headdresses and props for a fast paced parade of
cartoon celebrities. Marchetto may have been born too late for true stardom,
for his act is perfect for the days of vaudeville when a dozen socko minutes
made you a star on a variety bill. At over an hour, the act exhausts its
store of inventiveness, but not necessarily its audience, before winding
down.
Storyline: Italian clown Ennio Marchetto prances
about in paper constructions combining costuming and caricature to the music
of well known pop figures from Judy Garland to Liza Minelli, Frank to Nancy
Sinatra, C3PO to ET and all Three Tenors to all three Supremes.
Marchetto was born in Venice, very near the home of the
eighteenth century playwright Carlo Goldoni, who is credited with modernizing
much of the commedia dell'arte format. Taking his cue from both the
contributions of Goldoni and the traditions of Venetian masks and costume
making for Carnival, along with a dash of Disney, Marchetto expanded his use
of paper dolls to entertain his sister into a full-fledged career of
creating paper cutout caricatures he could wear. Nearly twenty years ago he
turned this into a performance piece which earned him success at the
Edinburgh Fringe. Since then he has toured with the act throughout most of
Europe and around the United States.
The paper creations are clever and fun. Most have a
cut out space for Marchetto's face, and he mugs with abandon as he prances up and down in the rhythm of the
recordings of the targets of his barbs. The creations unfold, re-fold,
reverse, separate, pop up and tear apart in inventive ways. For the
Three Tenors, for example, a single suit and circle of hair serves as
Luciano Pavarotti but soon the suit folds out to reveal Domingo on one side
and Carreras on the other. Often, intriguing connections are drawn between
icons - Judy Garland's little Dorothy dreaming of going over the rainbow
morphs into ET longing to go home.
Paper is, of course, a two dimensional medium and
Arena is presenting this act in the four-sided Fischandler
Theatre with half of the audience area screened off so that no one in the
audience is behind the performer. The west side is now what you would call
"the center section" with half of the north and half of the south sides
flanking the stage. The view is acceptable from the north or south because
Arena is not selling the seats where the sightlines would be too extreme.
While, at $39, those seats are expensive for a fringe-type show (tickets to
most shows in the Capital Fringe Festival last year were $15) Arena has a
number of discounts available running from their traditional "fivetwentyfive
tickets" at $10 for patrons between five and twenty-five years old to
half-price tickets that go on sale an hour and a half before curtain.
Concept: Ennio Marchetto. Design and
direction: Ennio Marchetto and Sosthen Hennekam. Lighting and sound design
by Sosthen Hennekam. Cast: Ennio Marchetto.
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April 6 - May 13, 2007
The Heidi Chronicles
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
A superbly entertaining trip through the
formative years
of the modern woman
Tickets $47 - $66
Click here to buy the script |
Wendy Wasserstein’s most famous play presents a
gentle story of self-discovery that follows the growth of a high school girl
of the 1960’s into a mature woman of the 1980’s - the kind of woman who
fought so hard to "have it all" only to find that there is no such thing as
having it all. The topic is tradeoffs, but the tone is warmly comic. In
episode after episode, Heidi and her cohorts advance from a dance in the
high school gym to a rally for presidential candidate Eugene McCarthy, from
consciousness raising group sessions to baby showers and from television
discussion shows to art lectures. Victories are earned but each has a price.
For much of the play, Wasserstein avoids preachiness. There is a section of
the second act that gets a bit didactic, but the play quickly regains its
balance and wraps it all up nicely. This production benefits from a fine
performance in the title role by Ellen Karas and even finer performances by
Marty Lodge and Wynn Harmon as the men in Heidi's life.
Storyline: Viewed episodically in flashbacks,
a young woman's life progresses from a high school sock hop to the time when
her biological clock tells her she has to make a final choice between her
profession and her maternal instincts. In between come college, forming
enduring relationships with men and women, watching friends get married and
become parents, achieving professional recognition and even some celebrity.
Through it all, the things gained are always accompanied by the sense that
there are things lost or at least chances missed.
How many Pulitzer Prize-winning plays,
especially those that also won the Tony Award for best play, have been so
heavily criticized for supposed weaknesses in the script? People keep
picking The Heidi Chronicles apart for failure to consistently defend
the feminist position, for simplistic characters, for failing to write a
scene for the heroine to stand up to the men in her life, for "sit com"
comedy in supposedly tackling serious themes, for a weak ending - for
just about everything. Yet the text is so compellingly interesting and the
issues it airs are so true to their time, that almost every complaint is not
that it's bad but that it isn't as good as it seems to want to be. Well,
that's churlish. In fact, the play may well raise hopes or expectations that
it can't always meet, but it is constantly striving for something admirable,
and perhaps its very imperfections are a realistic representation of the gap
that always exists between human aspirations and what humans can actually
accomplish.
Karas' Heidi grows from idealistic and
hopeful teen to outwardly confident but internally conflicted adult while
giving voice to both the serious truths and the humorous observations with
which Wasserstein paints her portrait. She benefits from a strong cast in
the frequently stereotypical supporting roles including Harmon as the
predictably sensitive gay man friend, and the always good - and marvelous
here - Marty Lodge, who exudes a confidence and intelligence as the flippant
heterosexual who comes to believe he made a mistake settling for a lesser
love than Heidi. Watching Lodge and Karas work together is reason enough to
see this show.
Tazewell Thompson turns the evening into a parade of time slots -
pre-Beatle 60's, protest-torn 68, etc. Time and feel for each vignette is
established not only through Merrily Murray-Walsh's evocative costumes but
by a series of views of icons of the moment projected on a large cube
hanging precariously over Donald Eastman's set of carpeted flooring. The
projections were researched and assembled by Kirby Malone and Gail Scott
White of George Mason University's Multimedia Performance Studio with an eye
toward giving the audience a quick and entertaining way to recognize the
shift of time and place. It works nicely and avoids the problem of
lengthening the evening which comes close to three hours as it is.
Written by Wendy Wasserstein. Directed by Tazewell Thompson. Design:
Donald Eastman (set) Merrily Murray-Walsh (costumes) Jill Kaplan (wigs and
makeup) Kirby Malone and Gail Scott White (projections) Rob Hunter (fight
director) Robert Wierzel (lights) Fabian Obispo (sound) Scott Suchman
(photography) Amber Dickerson (stage manager). Cast: Susan Bennett, David
Covington, Wynn Harmon, Ellen Karas, Hope Lambert, Marty Lodge, Emerie
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February 23 - April 8, 2007
Frankie and Johnny in the
Clair de Lune
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:20 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for two fine performances in a
superbly written
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A one night stand. At least half of the
couple wants to it to be something more than just a sexual event. It is an
intense and involving evening of theater for adults who can accept nudity
and intimacy in a non-pornographic, honest presentation. Terrence McNally's
play seems an almost real-time presentation of the few hours that Frankie
and Johnny spend under the moonlight streaming through the window of
Frankie's tiny flat (and, for a time, under the spell of the music of French
composer Claude Debussy titled "clair de lune" - French for "moonlight").
Much more than body parts are exposed here. In the hands of two performers
who resist any temptation to hide or cover, two lonely people's dreams,
hopes, and fears shine in that moonlight as well. Kate Buddeke and Vito
D'Ambrosio create two characters about whom the audience can care deeply and
whose strengths are easily as important as their weaknesses.
Storyline: After their first date, a waitress and a short order cook have
returned to her apartment and gone to bed together. After making love, she
is ready to have him leave so she can have her privacy back. He, on the other
hand, thinks he knows a good thing when he sees it, has fallen in love,
and has no intention of leaving.
There seem to be two ways to
approach Terrence McNally's 1987 two performer piece. The movie had a much more attractive pair (Al Pacino
and Michelle Pfeiffer) than the original Off-Broadway presentation (Kathy
Bates and Kenneth Welsh). Two years ago Vincent M. Lancisi directed the play
at Everyman with a decidedly romantic approach, while here
David Muse directs with a rougher but no less involving style. It isn't that
Muse's Buddeke and D'Ambrosio are any
less attractive people than Lancisi's Zachary Knower and Deborah Hazlett. It
is that Muse digs a bit deeper into the desperation of Johnny's fear that
this might be his last opportunity for happiness and lets Frankie's fear of
failure simmer just a bit closer to the surface, where Lancisi seemed to
highlight Johnny's hopes and Frankie's temptation. Both productions,
however, earned designation as a Potomac Stages Pick.
D'Ambrosio's Johnny is a character quick to clutch at any
opportunity to break his sad cycle of failure. He's clearly already in love
with Frankie as the play begins in the throes of their first sexual climax.
Only slowly do you discover the extent of those failures he'd like to put
behind him. Buddeke's Frankie share's the audience's slow discovery of
the complexity of what Johnny is offering and it reinforces her reluctance.
Still, she captures the internal conflict of this waitress who is just as
afraid of missing out on a chance for a future with Johnny as she is of
being hurt again. As she says, she wants a life
that would keep her birth from being as meaningless as her death.
Neil Patel's set hides the apartment from the audience with the hallway wall
rather than a show curtain, revolving to reveal the cramped feeling
Manhattan (Clinton, actually, we are informed in the dialogue) one room flat
with its pull out sleep sofa/bed and a small cooking island in the kitchen
area. A key to the efficiency of this efficiency as a set is Nancy
Schertler's lighting, which not only provides the light of the moon from the
title, it shifts mood and defines the structural elements of the play,
shining light on the character's moments of self revelation and providing
pools of light for Frankie and Johnny to share in their more intimate
moments.
Written by Terrence McNally. Directed by David Muse. Fight
direction by Robb Hunter. Design: Neil Patel (set) T. Tyler Stumpf
(costumes) Nancy Schertler (lights) Daniel Baker (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Amy K Bennett (stage manager). Cast: Kate
Buddeke, Vito D'Ambrosio. (With Stephen Schnetzer as the voice of the radio
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January 26 - March 18, 2007
Gem of the Ocean
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:55 - one
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A Potomac Stages
Pick for bringing history alive
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Each of August Wilson's ten plays chronicling the African
American experience decade-by-decade through the twentieth century deals
with the consequences of the institution that captured Africans, transported
them across the ocean and enslaved them in "the new world." This one, the
ninth to be written but the first in the chronological order of their
setting, is the one dealing with what it was like to be African-American in
the first decade of the twentieth century. While it is set in
1904 in the hill district of Pittsburgh, it reaches back to portray the
horrors of the middle passage, the reality of slavery, the wonder of the
emancipation, the impact of Jim Crow laws and practices and the heroism of
the underground railway. This is, however, not a dry, academic history
lesson. Rather, it is a dramatic revelation within a powerful look at real
human beings - even one who may be nearly 300 years old, the matriarchal
figure for, if not the entire race, then certainly the entire cast of
characters we are to encounter in Wilson's world of the Hill District of
Pittsburgh throughout the cycle of plays.
Storyline: 1839 Wylie Avenue, Aunt Ester's house in the hill district of
Pittsburgh, has been a way station on the underground railroad, a house of
refuge and Aunt Ester has been a soul cleaner for all of her nearly 300
years. Slavery may well be officially over, but the legacy of slavery and
the subjugation of the black population lingers with all its devastating
results. In 1904 a young man fleeing the oppression in the deep south
arrives at the house seeking Aunt Ester's aid and sparks events that link
the history of an enslaved race to the new century.
You don't need to know anything about the other
nine plays in the cycle to find this one fascinating, troubling and
ennobling. It may well be filled with references to places and people who
have relevance to the future that Wilson chronicles in such wonderful works
as Pulitzer Prize winners Fences and The Piano Lesson, or the
marvelous Ma Rainey's Black Bottom or Joe Turner's Come and Gone,
but it is a free standing work. It is filled with vibrantly alive
characters ranging from nearly 300 year old Aunt Ester herself to the old
man who worked with her helping blacks flee to freedom along the underground
railroad and the young girl she hopes will replace her when she dies. A
central scene linking all that is to come with what has gone before takes
place in the hold of a slave ship named "The Gem of the Ocean" and is staged
with chilling effectiveness. It is contrasted nicely by a scene where words
do the impressing, not stage craft. It is the kitchen table discussion of
slavery and freedom between two old veterans of the fight and a young man
just coming to understand the legacy he has inherited. It is the genius of
Wilson that the views of multiple generations clash with the values of each
given equally revealing, respectful and eloquent voice.
Two actresses shine through the entire
production. Pascale Armand catches the essence of the "modern woman"
emerging at the start of the century while Lynnie Godfrey brings the ancient
matriarch herself, Aunt Ester, to effervescent life with a marvelous melding of
honest, decent dignity and affectionate humor. Her use of her hands is
fascinating as she gestures, points, sways and sweeps side to side, always
alive with motion and focusing her point. Male roles are given their
due as well. Joseph Marcell skillfully builds his portrayal of Solly Two
Kings (he was named for the biblical kings David and Solomon) from a bright
but seemingly peripheral comic character to a central feature of the story,
making you like him as a person before you discover his links to the past
and his importance for the future. LeLand Gantt gives a vibrant and
multi-dimensional portrayal of the family member seduced into serving the
power structure of a white-dominated society. Timmy Ray James manages to
make the part of the sympathetic white man seem human rather than a simple
dramatic device. Of course, he has the nice touches that Wilson wrote for
the part, but it still can be a trap in less skilled hands.
This review is based on the matinee performed
at noon on a Tuesday rather than the official press performance or other
normal evening show and a word is in order about the impact the show had on
a mostly teenage and highly diverse audience. The energy level in the lobby
both before the show and during the intermission was sky high with a
matching volume. However, the audience was as quiet and attentive as
any I've been in as these students came under the spell of August Wilson's
dramatization of the history of the descendents of the scourge of slavery.
They were positively engrossed in the experience and the cast seemed to be
sparked by the intensity in the room. The shared experience was memorable.
It is to be hoped that many of the students will find a way to catch the
Ford's Theatre / African Continuum Theatre Company production of Wilson's
1970s installment, Jitney, which is
playing at Ford's through February 25.
Written by August Wilson. Directed by
Paulette Randall. Design: Scott Bradley (set) Ilona Somogyi (costumes) Sara
Jean Landbeck (makeup) Jon Aitchison (hair and wigs) Cliff Williams III
(fight choreography) Allen Lee Hughes (lights) Timothy M. Thompson (sound)
Scott Suchman (photography) Lloyd Davis,
Jr. (stage manager). Cast: Pascale Armand, Jimonn Cole, LeLand Gantt, Lynnie
Godfrey, Timmy Ray James, Clayton Lebouef, Joseph Marcell. |
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December 15, 2006 - January 28, 2007
Noises Off
Reviewed
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William Bryan |
Running time 2:30 – one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a side splitting
night of humor
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Timing is everything.
This is the number one comedic rule. Without timing, even the best humor
comes across forced or stale. With timing, even asking why the chicken
crossed the road can still get a laugh. Arena Stage's production of this
classic farce has the best of both worlds, great humor and fantastic timing.
A talented cast of veteran performers work to smoothly deliver this play
within a play. More joyfully, this is also a farce within a farce. Produced
at a time when Margaret Thatcher was trying to return England to Victorian
values, it thrives upon sexual humor and innuendo while adding a dose of
slapstick that has to be seen to be believed. Creative set design and
traditional staging, combined with more sardines than a man should face in a
lifetime, all support this gem of a show. Part Keystone Cops and part
Three's Company, Arena Stage ends one year and brings in the new with a
night of laughter. What better way to start off 2007?
Storyline: Michael
Frayn's farce presents both the on-stage and off-stage picture of the night
when anything that could go wrong does go wrong for a production of a
comical play.
Director Jonathan Munby
must be given a large amount of the credit for the successful production.
Since the play revolves around the on stage and backstage antics of a sex
farce called Nothing On, Mr. Murphy ends up directing two if not three
plays. Thinking about the challenges reminds one of the infinite mirrors
where an image is reflected repeatedly down through the mirror. He directs
the director, played by James Gale, who directs the neurotic cast of
Nothing On (the farce). As convoluted as the production sounds, and as
much of a nightmare it must be to get the timing right, all that comes
across during the production is the humor and laughter of this engaging
show.
Cast credit
must also be acknowledge for the roles played, though it must appear to many
of the cast members that they have seen each of the stereotyped actors
presented in Noises Off at some other time during their careers. This
is a veteran cast, and it shows. They not only had to overcome the
challenges presented by the play itself, but also to avoid reproducing the
performances seen in the excellent movie version which featured perfect
casting and the luxury of multiple takes if something didn’t go quite right.
Helen Carey plays Dottie, an aging stage star who puts her own money into
the production, portrayed in the film by Carol Burnett. To her credit, she
makes the role her own though you never quite get the feeling of romance
between her and Gary, played by Stephen Schnetzer, which only slightly dulls
the witticisms their romance should set later in the play. It is a pleasure
to see Robert Prosky return to the stage. Known widely for his roles in
Mrs. Doubtfire, The Natural, and of course three years on Hill Street
Blues, he plays the alcoholic actor who plays the burglar dad, who
plays…wait, too many roles, but still, a very enjoyable performance.
Even the
playbill was crafted with the theme of the play within the play in mind,
being one of those that seems to be for two plays, Noises Off if read
one way, and Nothing On if read the other. The creative team
continues their excellent work with a classic set from Alexander Dodge that
lets us join the cast both on stage and backstage without interrupting the
flow of the laughter or killing the show's timing. The spirit of the
holidays is finally releasing its hold over the Potomac Region and what
better way to start off the new year of theater than with a great night of
great laughs. Not a dry eye can be found in the house at the end of the show
and tears of laughter have been a rare commodity as of late in our area.
Welcome back tears - and well done Arena Stage!
Written by Michael Frayn. Directed by Jonathan Munby. Fight direction by
Robb Hunter. Design: Alexander Dodge (set) Linda Cho (costumes) Michael
Gilliam (lights) Lindsay Jones (sound) Amber Dickerson (stage manager).
Cast: Helen Carey, Lynnda Ferguson, James Gale, Susan Lynskey, Amelia
McClain, Robert Prosky, Jay .Russell, Stephen F Schmidt, Stephen Schnetzer. |
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November 17 - December 31, 2006
She Loves Me
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:45 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a charming musical love story
Ushers' Favorite Show Award winner for December, 2006
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The charming and much loved musical about love between two clerks in a
European perfume shop has the power to put you in the best of moods no
matter what frame your mind was in when you arrived. It lifts your spirits
with a warmth of heart, well drawn characters about whom it is easy to care,
and irresistible songs by Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick who gave
us Fiorello and Fiddler on the Roof.
When She Loves Me opened on Broadway in 1963 it was greeted with
reviews calling it "a bonbon of a musical." In reviving it, Arena gives
audiences a holiday treat that is nothing short of a tasty confection. With
a cast well matched to each of the central parts, especially in the key
roles of the lovers who don't know they don't hate each other until the
final moment, an orchestra that delivers lush and lovely sound one moment
and bouncy or lively the next and a colorful, stylish visual production, the
holiday show at Arena is a winner.
Storyline: The stories
of six clerks in a European perfume shop intertwine at Christmas time. One
is writing to a woman he never met and falling in love with her. Another is
writing to a man she never met and falling in love with him. (Guess how that
comes out.) A delivery boy wants to advance to sales clerk while another
clerk is having an affair with the boss’ wife.
One of the gems of the musical
theater from the 1960’s, She Loves Me is a simple love story with a
superb score for a relatively small cast. It is a delicate piece that
requires huge supplies of charm, style and grace to pull off, and Arena
proves it is capable of giving the show its due. The book by Joe Masteroff
could be (and is) used as a text book in storytelling balance, building characters who feel real and who interact intelligently. The
songs use humor and heart in almost equal portions to create a romantic
atmosphere (to quote from the song that Donnelly places at the start of the
second act). The big hit from the show was the title song which was recorded
by just about every pop singer before the Beatles changed the pop-music
business forever.
The cast is almost uniformly marvelous - not a let down in
the bunch. Brynn O'Malley makes her Potomac Region debut in the role of the
letter writing romantic, and she charms everyone in the house. The part could
be too saccharine, but she finds just the right combination of romantic
dreaming, dramatic discovery and humor to keep both of the sugar-themed
solos, "No More Candy" and "Vanilla Ice Cream," from over dosing on
sweetness. Kevin Kraft is a match for her, bringing both a comic flair and a
romantic sensibility to the senior clerk with whom she has carried on an
epistolary affair. He moves with a natural grace and sings with style. There
is a fine chemistry between them from her entrance to the final blackout.
Jim Corti is a real kick as the clerk who will do anything to avoid loosing
his job, and Clifton Guterman is just as much fun as the delivery boy who
dreams of clerkdom. Sebastian La Cause moves like a swinger and croons like
a would-be Sinatra (although occasionally going a bit flat) as the clerk who
is a cad, and Hal Robinson finds the sentimental core underneath the gruff
exterior of the shop owner. Nancy Lemenager picks things up with her "Trip
to the Library."
Director Donnelly has J. Fred Schiffman go a bit overboard
with shtick and choreographer Kenneth Lee Roberson get a bit too farcical at
the start of the second half, but the crowd seems to eat it up and the show
soon gets back to the charm with Guterman's big number, "Try Me." Otherwise,
Donnelly treats the exquisite material here with the respect it deserves
without allowing that respect to turn the production into some sort of
museum exhibition. She knows that revival means "bringing back to life" and
she does just that, breathing freshness into the piece. Some touches are
dictated by the fact that the show is being staged in the round. She's good
at spreading the action so no one side of the house feels slighted and the
sightlines are excellent no matter where you sit. With the help of an
elegant set design and sharp, attractive costumes, the locale is made clear.
While the script only says it takes place in "a city in Europe," Bock's
music places it clearly in Hungary's capital city, so Donnelly adds an
on-stage violinist to give us an additional clue and has the program simply
say "Budapest in the 1930s." The fourteen member orchestra hidden below the
stage delivers both lushness with five string players and liveliness with
great reed and woodwind playing. The English horn (neither English nor
a horn) of Rita Eggert is particularly delightful.
Music by Jerry Bock. Lyrics by Sheldon Harnick. Book by Joe
Masteroff based on a play by Miklos Laszlo. Directed by Kyle Donnelly. Choreographed by Kenneth Lee Roberson.
Music Direction by William Foster McDaniel. Orchestrations by Don Walker,
adapted by Frank Matosich, Jr. Design: Kate Edmunds (set) Nan Cibula-Jenkins
(costumes) Jon Aitchison (wigs) Nancy Schertler (lights) Garth Hemphill
(sound) Susan R. White (stage manager). Cast: Kurt Boehm, Jim Corti, Ashlee
Fife, Clifton Guterman, Jennifer Irons, Joe Jackson, Kevin Kraft,
Sebastian La Cause, Jeremy Leiner, Nancy Lemenager, Gia Mora, Brynn
O'Malley, Hal Robinson, Roger Rosen, Michael Scott, J. Fred Shiffman,
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September 29 - November 12, 2006
9
Parts of Desire
Reviewed by
William Bryan |
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a one woman
show that entertains and educates
Running time 1:30 - no intermission
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Nine parts of desire. One woman. Nine points of view. One woman. Nine
fascinating stories. One Incredible Woman. It might seem redundant, but
during 9 Parts of Desire you often forget there is just one woman in the
cast. Heather Raffo, in her DC premier, seamlessly
flows from role to role during an all too quick ninety minutes, breathing
life into nine stories, each as unique and different as could be found in
one of the oldest nations on Earth. She blends their lives into a
tapestry of work that tells the story of the Iraq war from a viewpoint of
those who must live with, suffer through, and adapt to the awful changes it
forces upon them. Educational, provocative, and deeply emotional, the show
has received critical acclaim and numerous awards since its initial creation
in 2003. Written and performed by Ms. Raffo, the show is deeply satisfying
due to the help of a superb crew that recreates on stage the destructive
results of an urban war.
Storyline: A one
woman show wherein nine women present the effects of the Iraq war upon their
lives. From the rich artist to the spoiled schoolgirl, from the bereaved
mother to the terrified doctor, lives, loves, and losses are explored across
a war torn stage, a war torn country, and a war torn world.
The one person show is
perhaps the most difficult of stage performances to successfully achieve.
There is no one else on stage to rely upon or to build with. Hal Holbrook is
often credited with setting the model one man show with his Mark Twain
Tonight! performances in the 1960s. Heather Raffo
demonstrates
once more the excellence that can be achieved through a one person show with her uncanny ability
to rapidly switch among the roles of nine very different women. Using only
minor costume changes which occur most often in a quick whirling dervish of
light, sound, and movement, she
transforms both herself and her stage with each change of character. Over the course of the performance
she becomes: a teenage girl infatuated by N-Sync, a
doctor terrified by mutations and cancers, a Bedouin after three husbands, a
grieving mother who has forsaken her own name, an Iraqi-American watching
from afar, a ex-patriot in London, a beggar on the streets, an artist who
loves her country, and a woman who teaches us what a shoe can tell of a
life.
These remarkable
stories, and the skill that
Heather Raffo uses to bring them to life, would be much less effective without
the set by Antje Ellermann and the lighting of Peter West. Together the two
worked to allow the actress to move from a
river stream to a hospital ward, from a London flat to an American
apartment, from an artist’s loft, to a war torn street. The stage never
changes, yet our perceptions of it are altered with each change of character
on stage due to the way the actress can move through this set and the
lighting that establishes the mood. Sounds provide the final
touches to paint the tapestry that are the lives and locations of these
remarkable women.
The show is political.
Given its content, it could not be otherwise. Yet, with minor exceptions,
it does not pursue blame or responsibility so much as it illustrates the
terror, heartbreak and atrocities of war for those of us who have become
detached by only seeing what the media shows in thirty second clips on the
evening news. The lives presented to us are all fictional, a conglomeration
of lives that the author discovered while living with many Iraqi women as she
worked on her Masters thesis.
A painting, called
“Savagery,” which she found in the Saddam Art Center in 1993, makes it's way
throughout the play tying together the lives of the women portrayed.
The story of the painting, its creation, and its final resting place,
interwoven with the stories of the women around it and that of the war which
encompasses them all, lets us see once more the strength of the human spirit,
and more so, how the ripples and waves of a conflict of this size can change
the world.
Written and
performed by Heather Raffo. Directed by Joanna Settle. Design: Antje Ellermann (set) Kasia
Walicka Maimone (costumes) David Neumann (choreographer) Peter West (lights)
Lynne Soffer (voice and dialect coach) Obadiah Eaves (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Martha Knight (stage
manager).
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September 8 - October 29, 2006
Cabaret |
Running time 2:40 - one intermission
An awkward but highlight-filled production of
Kander and Ebb's troubling musical
The material is appropriate for mature teens but not for younger
theatergoers
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Molly Smith puts her stamp on this revival of the classic musical about the
decadent Berlin cabaret scene as the Nazis come to power. Her staging seems
to scream "What were they
thinking!?!" By placing most of the emotional
power of the story at the very end, rather than building toward a climax,
she emphasizes the message of this famously cautionary tale of what happens
when the citizenry ignores the encroachments of a repressive regime.
However, she intermingles elements early in the story which results in a
number of awkward moments and she breaks for intermission at an unfortunate
moment for the flow of the story. Her concept of
blurring the distinction between the world within the cabaret and that of
the rundown boarding house run by the German widow whose engagement to a German
Jew is the sub-plot that keeps surreal from becoming unreal tends to deprive
each plot of its strength. The result may be less satisfying as a whole but
it still is
an evening of highlights, especially the strong performance by Brad Oscar,
who avoids any repetition of previous famous interpretations of the role of
the cabaret's Master of Ceremonies.
Storyline: An American would-be novelist comes to Berlin as the Nazis are
taking power. He meets the occupants of a slightly seedy rooming house and a
shabby cabaret, "The Kit Kat Klub." His landlady breaks off her engagement
to a greengrocer because of threats from the Nazis since he is Jewish and
she is not. An English girl who is a singer at the cabaret, who has very
little talent but with whom he falls in love, places her career ahead of any
effort to avoid the impending conflagration.
Cabaret is a show with great credentials. The original Broadway
production won eight Tony Awards in 1967, including one for Joel Grey, who
played the androgynous master of ceremonies. He repeated the role in the
1972 movie version, taking home one of the eight Oscars that went to the
film, along with Liza Minnelli who played the cabaret singer who moves in
with the American writer. In 1987, the show was revived with the songs
written for the film. In 1998 another revival, which had been successful in
London, transferred to Broadway, captured the Tony Award for best revival
and ran for six years. It was a dark and decadent version of the show with a
distinctly depressing world-view, highlighting the intentional contrasts
between the music and the message. The first national tour came through
Washington in 1999 and drew three Helen Hayes Awards including outstanding
non-resident production.
Smith has the benefit of some fine performances as she
brings the show to life in her unique vision. Brad Oscar is an impressive
presence all evening long and his singing of both "I Don't Care Much" and
"If You Could See Her" is memorable. Meg Gillentine finds the hard-to-find
line between the vocal demands of the songs and the supposedly limited
talent of her character. The pair of Dorothy Stanley, as the widow who runs
the boarding house, and Walter Charles, as her fruit shop suitor, is superb
although Charles' marvelous work is impaired by the demands of Smith's
approach which doesn't give him the opportunity to reveal his fears that his
Jewishness really will be unacceptable in the Nazi world that is surrounding
him. Sherri L. Edelen is marvelous as the prostitute who has a string of
"nephews" visiting her room in the boarding house and J. Fred Shiffman gives
just about the strongest performance as the Nazi functionary in memory.
Glenn Seven Allen, on the other hand, is merely a pleasant presence as the
American writer through whose eyes we see the story.
Brad Oscar, in his big Broadway breakthrough as the
understudy who became the star of The Producers, had a line in that
musical that seems in retrospect to be a comment on the staging here. His
character in that earlier show claimed to be the inventor of "theater in the
square - nobody had a good seat!" Well, the Arena is a theater in the square
and all too often in this production a scene is interrupted by a turn to the
side that isn't motivated by what is happening to the characters, it is
obviously motivated by the need to show the people on a different side of
the house just what is going on. Smith avoided this problem with her
marvelously fluid staging of
Camelot in this
same square with the help of Baayork Lee's elegant choreography (the
misconceived joust of that production aside). Lee also helped move the focus
in Damn Yankees
with aplomb. Here, David Neumann provides what choreography there is, but
Smith doesn't have many of the scenes use much dance, with the exception of
the song "If You Could See Her Through My Eyes" in the cabaret and the
engagement party in the boarding house. Otherwise, this is a fairly static
musical and Smith is left spinning her performers left and right at awkward
moments to spread the view for the audience that surrounds the stage. Makeup
designer Sara Jean Landbeck nicely avoids the excesses of some other
productions of the show. Anne Patterson provides a multi-layered setting
that supports Smith's effort to blur the distinctions between the cabaret
and the outside world. In an effort to set up a visual representation of the
show's main theme, Patterson also provides a silly looking model train for
the early scene of the American writer's arrival in Germany. But the purpose
of the train's appearance becomes clear at the end of the show in an
emotionally affecting visual effect.
Music by John Kander. Lyrics by Fred Ebb. Book by Joe
Masteroff. Based on the play by John Van Druten and the stories of
Christopher Isherwood. Directed by Molly Smith. Choreographed by David
Neumann. Music Direction by George Fulginiti-Shakar. Design: Anne Patterson
(set) Austin K. Sanderson (costumes) Bettie O. Rogers (hair and wigs) Sara Jean Landbeck (makeup) Joel Moritz (lights) Phillip Scott Peglow
(sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Susan R. White (stage manager). Cast: Glenn Seven Allen, Julie
Burdick, Billy Bustamante, Walter Charles, Sherri L. Edelen, Jenna Edison,
Hillary Heather Elliott, Meg Gillentine, Danna Harris, Lynn McNutt, Monique
L. Midgette, Brad Oscar, Kyle Pleasant, Carlos Ponton, Diego Prieto, J. Fred
Shiffman, Dorothy Stanley, Jason Strunk, Erica Sweany, Brett Teresa.
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On the Verge or
The Geography of Yearning |
Reviewed May 11
Running time 2:40 - one intermission
A time-travel comedy
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1888 is the launch point for three time-warping travelers in Eric Overmyer's
inventive comedy. It is directed by Tazewell Thompson who helmed both
Yellowman and
M. Butterfly
here in 2004. He has a cast of three ladies as the time travelers from the
Victorian era, and one man who plays everyone they come into contact with on
their sojourn to 1955. Overmyer's gift is principally in his eye for detail
and his love of words. He plays with the changes in the language every bit
as much as with the changes in technology and culture over the nearly
seventy years encompassed by the play. He makes no effort to turn this into
a geopolitical history of the period, however. His interest is in questions
like "What would a Victorian-era woman make of a mechanical egg beater?"
"How does the word 'zeppelin' fall on ears that have never heard of a
lighter-that-air flying machine?" or "Who or what is this 'Ike' everyone is
supposed to like?" There's enough charm in such questions for a fine and
funny one act play. This is, however, a two act play and much of the fine
and funny material comes in act two, after some in the audience may already
have despaired of having a good time.
Storyline: Three women in 1888 set out on an exploration into "Terra
Incognita" only to find that the unknown territory they visit is the future.
They arrive in 1955, where words they thought the knew mean something else,
and the landscape is filled with items they don't recognize. Two remain in
1955 while the third continues on into the future's future.
The production began life in Westport Connecticut
where Thompson has just become the Artistic Director of the legendary
Westport Country Playhouse established as the premiere out of town (that is,
out of New York) theater in the 1930's by the Theatre Guild's Lawrence
Langner, and rescued from dilapidation by Joanne Woodward at the start of the
new century. It ran for most of March on the Playhouse's traditional
proscenium style stage. Now he brings the cast and design team from that
effort to work in the arena style theater with the audience not just in
front but all around the playing space. Thompson knows a thing or two about
directing in the round as he demonstrated with
M. Butterfly
in this space. However, in adjusting an already blocked production from one-
to four-sided is a difficult trick which escapes him here. If you have a
choice, see the show from the north side. It should be a much better show
than the one you would see from the South.
Laiona Michelle returns to Arena where she was so very
good in Thompson's Yellowman. Her fellow travelers are Molly Wright
Stuart and Susan Bennett, both making their Arena debuts (Bennett was one
the Joad kids in Ford's
The Grapes of Wrath). Their reactions to the stimuli of discoveries vary
nicely and they manage to create unique personas even without much in the
way of back-story provided in the script. The major contribution of the
Westport Playhouse seems to be Tom Beckett playing the seven people and one
Yeti the ladies happen upon. He switches characters as readily has he
changes costumes and each entrance seems to give the production a brief shot
in the arm.
The three "sister sojourners" are earnest, energetic
and all agog as they proceed - well, pace back and forth - across the bridge
that Donald Eastman has placed across Arena's yawning black pit. The bridge
is bare white with slats allowing light up through the floor. A few set
pieces slide in from the sides, most notably a set of three old gas pumps
that seem to appear just as the piece is in need of some energy.
Written by Eric Overmyer. Directed by Tazewell
Thompson. Design: Donald Eastman (set) Carrie Robbins (costumes) Sara Jean
Landbeck (wigs) Robert Wierzel (lights) Fabian Obispo (sound and music)
Scott Suchman (photography) Linda Harris (stage manager). Cast: Tom Beckett,
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Lady Day at Emerson's Bar and Grill |
Reviewed April 6
Running time 1:35 - no intermission
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Sometimes theater can give you a glimpse of what you
missed either by being born to late or by not taking advantage of the
opportunities of the times. If you never got to see and hear Billie Holiday
live, here's the next best thing to a time machine. The legendary "Lady Day,"
whose song styling inspired a generation of jazz vocalists from Ella
Fitzgerald to Sarah Vaughn to Diana Ross (who starred in the movie based on
her life), died of cirrhosis of the liver in 1959, leaving a raft of
influential recordings, a host of hit songs and a reputation for having been
worn down and worn out well before her time, loosing the battle against
drugs and booze at age 44. This production places a premium on dramatic
and musical content and not necessarily historical accuracy. The Billie
Holiday we see here may be too young, too beautiful and too healthy to
actually represent the great songstress at the very end of a hard life.
However, the experience of the show is the closest thing you can get and it
is an experience to be treasured.
Storyline: A fictional recreation of one of the last appearances of Billie
Holiday in a jazz club in Philadelphia shortly before her death at the age
of 44 features over a dozen of her songs as well as a rambling narrative as she
shares with the audience her memories of her hard life on the road as a
black entertainer in the 1940s and 50s. Songs include "Strange Fruit,"
"Taint Nobody's Biz-Ness" and "God Bless the Child" (whose got his own).
Billie Holiday's actual last performance was at a benefit
concert in New York. She could only do two songs before leaving the stage
that night. This fictional version of a very different "nearly final
performance" is in a bar in the town of her birth, Philadelphia. She manages
fourteen songs and shares memories while becoming progressively inebriated
from the on-stage glass of vodka or gin and, one supposes, from the off
stage intake of something less legal. As her voice and her energy ebb she
finally is reduced to complete silence but not submission.
Lynn Sterling creates a compelling portrait of Billie
Holiday. In a lovely white gown that seems just waiting for the chanteuse's
signature white gardenia, she withers before your eyes but retains an angry
dignity that refuses to accept the limitations of the body or the voice.
Sterling's voice is clearer and stronger than Holiday's was in her last days,
which may be why she's able to get through all 14 songs. She gives them a
delivery reminiscent of Holiday without attempting an impersonation.
William Foster McDaniel leads the onstage trio in a
solidly accurate jazz backing for the lady. McDaniel also has a role to play
as Holiday's last music director/accompanist. He has a few lines and
delivers them without drawing attention to the fact that he is a musician
and not an actor. Danny Holgate's arrangements include a three-song
overture that sets just the right tone. The set is an authentic-looking
venue with even a few cafe tables at the front where some lucky audience
members get to share the evening in the style to which customers would have
been accustomed. Just to complete the feel, you are allowed to bring
beverages to your seat with you even if you aren't sitting at the cafe
tables.
Written by Lanie Robertson. Directed by Kenneth Lee
Roberson. Musical direction by William Foster McDaniel. Musical arrangements
by Danny Holgate. Design: Shaun L. Motley (set) Austin K. Sanderson
(costumes) Jon Aitchison (wig) Michael Gilliam (lights) Timothy M. Thompson
(sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Amber Dickerson (stage manager.) Cast:
Lynn Sterling, William Foster McDaniel with Eric Kennedy (drums) and Thomas
E. Short, Jr. (bass). |
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March 3 - April 9, 2006
The Rainmaker |
Reviewed March 9
Running time 2:35 - one intermission
A comic fable
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"This play is a comedy and it is a romance. It must never be forgotten that
it is a romance." So said its author, N. Richard Nash, back in 1954 when the
play first opened. Director Lisa Peterson gets close to letting the comedy
overwhelm the romance from time to time. She brings it back to its romantic
essence just in time to touch the heart. The success of that romantic return
is due in large part to the work of Johanna Day who gives the central
character's transition from repressed spinster-to-be to confident young
woman time to evolve, and then hits just the right tone of ecstatic release
with a joyous "I can't stand it - I just can't stand it!"
Storyline: During the drought-ridden
depression years, a stranger claiming he can make rain enters the lives of
the Curry family: caring but pragmatic father J.C. Curry, skeptical realist
elder son Noah, romantic younger brother Jimmy and daughter Lizzie on the
verge of spinsterhood. The stranger may offer a miracle more important than
rain.
If the storyline above sounds familiar, but you know
you never saw The Rainmaker before, it may be because Nash later converted the play to a
musical with Tom Jones and Harvey Schmidt under the title 110 In the Shade.
That musical received a glorious revival three years ago at Signature
Theatre. It is fascinating to see the scenes which inspired many of the
songs in the musical version, and just how many of Mr. Nash's lines of
dialogue contained the elements of abstraction and allusion that made them
work well in a musical. Music plays an important part in this production of this non-musical - incidental music, not songs. For instance, the con-man's
entrance is underscored by a nearly otherworldly musical theme that is
nearly subtle enough to be subliminal but helps cast an immediate spell.
Day creates a Lizzie for whom you can root, which
makes her final avoidance of the dreaded future as an old maid a pleasure.
Michael Laurence makes the stranger of a con man very strange indeed,
emphasizing the fast talking shtick of a traveling salesman rather than
smooth charm or romantic magnetism. This makes Day's success at making her
sexual awakening in his arms seem a good thing somewhat more difficult, but
she pulls it off. The rest of the cast is solid with nicely human portrayal
of the deputy sheriff she's really fated for by Frank Wood. Best of all,
however, is William Parry in the hardest of the roles to pull off, that of
Lizzie's father who has to say some
really dumb things and yet deliver a number of of the show's most memorable,
cogent lines
with conviction and apparent wisdom. There is a standout small
part performances by Ben Fox in the early part of the run as Lizzie's
younger brother, but he is leaving the cast only three weeks into the run,
to be replaced by Jesse Hooker.
The spareness of life in depression-era rural America
is nicely represented by Michael Yeargan's set design which consists
principally of a simple floor of wooden planking with a simple kitchen table
which converts to a desk. Different locales are signaled by lowering
lanterns or ceiling fans into place. The tack room where the con-man works
his greatest con is nicely created with just a saddle and a rug. The whitewash arrow which is painted on the floor as part of the mumbo-jumbo of the
con, however, is an unnecessary comic touch which does some real damage to
Parry's still successful effort to make the part of the father work, and
then requires cast members to skip over or plod through sections of the
stage that seem to cry out for a "wet paint" sign. Other productions wisely
place the arrow painting off stage.
Written by N. Richard Nash. Directed by Lisa Peterson.
Design: Michael Yeargan (set) Ilona Somogyi (costumes) James F. Ingalls
(lights) Mark Bennett (sound and additional music) Brad Waller (fight
choreography) Scott Suchman (photography) Susan R. White (stage manager).
Cast: Johanna Day, Ben Fox or Jesse Hooker, Michael Laurence, William Parry,
Delaney Williams, Graham Winton, Frank Wood. |
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January 20 - March 5, 2006
Awake and Sing! |
Reviewed January 26
Running time 2:20 - one intermission
Solid production of a neglected major play of the 1930s
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The big news here isn't that Arena has mounted a solid revival of a
neglected play from America's past. Nor is it that the cast includes a
returning Robert Prosky. The big news is that
Arena's founder, Zelda Fichandler returns to direct Clifford Odetts' drama
of a Jewish family's struggle during the depression in New York. Fichandler,
co-founder and long-time Artistic Director of Washington's venerable
professional theater, left Arena in 1990 after forty years at its head. She
is in New York now where she chairs the Graduate Acting Program at New
York University's Tisch School of the Arts. Her return to mount a serious
play in the theater she did so much to create is a chance for new audiences
to get a taste of the qualities she brings to her work, and for long-time
theater aficionados to take a brief stroll down memory lane.
Storyline: In the depths of the depression, the Berger family of the
Bronx struggle forward even as their financial situation is somewhat better
than many of their neighbors but considerably worse than it was in the good
times. While they react to the national disaster all around them, they
attempt to deal with the family problems at home: the son is in love outside
of the faith, the daughter is pregnant without a husband, the border they
had to take in is a voice of despair, while the grandfather's rants
about the capitalist system seem to be more and more realistic.
Fichandler's touch with the play can be seen in the
solidity of its physical production, the seriousness of its casts' approach
and in the eye for detail in the setting and the text that make this a
thorough exploration of a play whose place in the history of American
theater is perhaps more important than its actual content. It was the first
play by Clifford Odets to be produced on Broadway where he had some solid
credentials as a performer and a member of The Group Theater of Stella and
Luther Adler, Cheryl Crawford and others. It preceded the better known
Waiting for Lefty by only a month, and once both were up and running, Odets had claim to the title of up-and-coming major playwright. The play
remained somewhat in the shadow of Lefty.
What is on display here is a literate and emotionally
charged portrait of a family under pressure. That the family happens to be
Jewish is important not because the pressures of the depression were unique
to them but because the author was Jewish and brought an intense feeling for
the nuances of the cultural heritage of his characters to the crafting of
his dialogue. Odets may well have treasured and even loved the traits he
captured in this three-generational family, but, at least as played in this
production, there's precious little evidence that he liked them. Part of
that may be a reflection of the direction of this particular cast, however. Prosky makes the grandfather warmly human, Adam Green gives an energetic
youthfulness to the grandson and Steve Routman manages to make the
milquetoast father something less than dismissible, but the impact of Janna
Robbins' overwhelming force in the harpy role of the mother overpowers them
all, making the Berger home a painful place to be.
That that home is intended to be the picture of the
pain of bad times is made clear not only in the pacing of Fichandler's
production, but by the physical space created on the stage of the Kreeger.
The finely detailed faithful replication of the apartment in which the
family lives is bordered by a less realistic world, with the detritus of
evictions scattered on the street below and the concrete structure of the
building to the sides. Above it all is the strange representation of the
rooftop of the building which draws damaging attention from the center of
action, inside the apartment where the pressures of life in a collapsing
world are the focus of the play.
Written by Clifford Odets. Directed by Zelda
Fichandler. Design: Andromache Chalfant (set) Linda Cho (costumes) Jon
Aitchison (hair and wigs) Allen Lee Hughes (lights) Marc Gwinn (sound) Scott
Suchman (photography) Martha Knight (stage manager). Cast: Richard J.
Canzano, Adam Dannheisser, Adam Green, Hugh Nees, Robert Prosky, Brian
Reddy, Jena Robbins, Steve Routman, Miriam Silverman. |
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December 9, 2005 - February 5, 2006
Damn Yankees |
Reviewed December 15
Running time 2:35 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a bright, tuneful, upbeat evening
Winner of the
Ushers' Favorite Show Award for December 2005
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After the first season of the Washington Nationals baseball team, Molly
Smith directs a revival of the musical about the Washington Senators fan who
was willing to sell his soul to see his team beat the New York Yankees for
the American League Championship. The musical was a smash in the 1950s
because of the strength of its material, its direction by the legendary
George Abbott, and the talents of its choreographer and its star - soon to be
Mr. and Mrs. Bob Fosse. Smith's direction respects the material and her
staging is bright, energetic and colorful, while the cast ranges from
exceptional to very good indeed with nary a clunker in the crowd. Matt
Bogart brings an infectious innocence to the role of the ideal sports legend
(no Take Me Out, this!) and Brad
Oscar makes the role of the devil his own.
Storyline: At the height of fan frenzy over the
Washington Senators baseball team, an aging fan exclaims that he'd "sell my
soul for a long ball hitter" who could lead the team to victory past those
damn Yankees who win the pennant every year. A dapper devil appears to take
him up on the pledge, turning him into a young athlete with amazing powers.
The fan, however, is smart enough to insist on an escape clause in the
contract allowing him to pull out of the deal and return to his former self
(and his wife) by a date certain. The devil imports his most seductive femme
fatale to keep him from exercising his option just as the team gets to the
final crucial game.
Smith and her choreographer Baayrok Lee get things off
to a rousing start with the opening number, "Six Months Out of Every Year,"
with a swirling line of fans glued to their semi-portable nineteen-fifties
television sets as the extent of the fans devotion and the dilemma faced by
the wives who feel like widows during the baseball season is made clear.
Lawrence Redmond, doing some of his finest work of late as the fan whose
desperation is detected by Brad Oscar's delightful devil, yields the stage
to his magic-induced youthful incarnation -- the robust and appealingly wide
eyed, innocent Matt Bogart.
The score includes some well known songs of the golden
age of Broadway when numbers such as "You Gotta Have Heart" could be heard
on every radio station and television variety show and "Whatever Lola Wants"
could be a catch phrase. Bogart, Redmond and Kay Walbye as the wife they
pine for deliver a delectable "Near to You" and the vixen from the devil's
staff, Meg Gillentine, slinks, slithers and sparks as she must in "Whatever
Lola Wants" and "Who's Got The Pain?" Oscar, who nicely avoids mannerisms
that might remind you that he's been doing a role originated by Nathan Lane
for the last five years, makes a high time of "Those Were the Good Old
Days." Here his role model seems more Jackie Gleason than Lane (or Jerry
Lewis or even Ray Walston, whose earlier work in the role has remained fresh in
the mind of many musical mavens). Instead, this is pure bright and brash Brad
Oscar.
Colorfully costumed and brightly lit, the leads and
the very talented ensemble go through their paces with verve. That ensemble
features some of the better known local regulars of musicals, some in tiny
parts - Michael L. Forrest is a great team manager, J. Fred Shiffman a good
team owner, Christopher Block shows up as the commissioner of baseball,
Harry A. Winter as a befuddled postmaster and even Deanna Harris is a member
of the ensemble. Team members include Stephen Gregory Smith and Steven Cupo.
Oh, how snappy and full the thirteen member band sounded for the sultry
dance number, "Two Lost Souls," for Bogart, and Gillentine late in the
second act. The mystery is why they didn't sound this good the rest of the
night when they were somewhat thin and even subdued. But, then, the entire
night the sound system seemed to have two settings - song and talk. You knew
when the show was about to burst into song because the switch was thrown
adding volume and possibly reverberation. Its a distraction nobody needs.
Words and music by Richard Adler and Jerry Ross. Book
by George Abbott and Douglass Wallop based on the novel by Wallop. Directed
by Molly Smith. Choreographed by Bayork Lee. Musical direction by George
Fulginiti-Shakar. Design: Rachel Hauck (set) Martin Pakledinaz (costumes)
Jon Aitchison (wigs and hair) John Ambrosone (lights) Timothy M.
Thompson (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Susan R. White (stage manager).
Cast: Kate Arnold, Philip Michael Baskerville, Christopher Block, Matt
Bogart, Kevin M. Burrows, Michelle Liu Coughlin, Steven Cupo, Drew
DiStefano, Parker Esse, Michael L. Forrest, Meg Gillentine, Michael S.
Goddard, Rayanne Gonzales, Deanna Harris, Cindy Marchionda, Ellyn Marie
Marsh, Lynn McNutt, Tracy Lynn Olivera, Brad Oscar, Shaun R Parry, Christina
Lynn Phillips, Diego Prieto, Lawrence Redmond, Stephen F. Schmidt, J. Fred
Shiffman, Kim Shriver, Stephen Gregory Smith, Kay Walbye, Harry A. Winter,
John Leslie Wolf. |
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November 4, 2005 - January 1, 2006
Cuttin' Up |
Reviewed November 10
Running time 2:30 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a profusion of interesting characters in an
intriguing environment
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The success of oral history shows depends a great deal on the nature of the
people whose stories are being told. Here a collection of interesting,
ingratiating and entertaining men (and a few women) parade through an
environment perfectly suited to telling - and embellishing - the
stories of their lives. The barber shop has long been a world where men -
you will pardon the expression - let their hair down. They share their
insights into important issues, talk about the things that really interest
them and indulge in a bit of braggadocio. It is a fine place to do some
serious eavesdropping which is just what this show does.
Storyline: Drawn from an oral-history book, the world of the barber shops
in African American communities across the nation is recreated in a single
three-chair shop in North East DC staffed by the elderly owner, a middle
aged veteran of barber shops around the country and a young man just
starting off on his career with clippers.
Popular culture chronicler Craig Marberry turned his
attention to this world, traveling the nation to capture many of the stories
for a book which he titled Cuttin' Up: Wit and Wisdom From Black Barber
Shops.
Charles Randolph-Wright, who directed the superb Guys and Dolls here
in 1999 and the disappointing Señor
Discretion Himself last year, returns to direct his own adaptation
of Marberry's book. Traditionalists may tell us that the evening lacks a
dramatic structure, that it doesn't build rationally to a climax and that it
meanders around from pillar to post. So what? The meandering is delightful.
The three barbers who man the three chairs are nicely
portrayed by the smooth senior Ed Wheeler, the slightly edgy Peter Jay
Fernandez, who tinges his mid-aged barber with a touch of wanderlust, and
young Psalmayene 24 as the latest addition to the barber profession, a young
man who is still struggling with the challenge of getting out of bed on time
in the morning. Wheeler is the emotional anchor of the production but
Fernandez gets to introduce some of the more intriguing plot points as his
character reminisces about his experiences in shops from Chicago to Denver.
The major contributor among the designers has to be
Jon Aitchison whose wigs are a constant source of delight as Duane Boutté,
Carl Cofield, Marc Damon Johnson and the ever-smooth Bill Grimmette become
a series of a dozen different customers, each with a diverse personality
reflected by a distinctive hair style. Shaun L. Motley's set meticulously
recreates the milieu of an urban barber shop with three chairs, three sinks
and a small waiting area nicely equipped the organized clutter of a long
lasting establishment. For some reason, the major set piece was made on a
swiveling platform so it could swing away for a semi-dream sequence
featuring Marva Hicks, who handles all the female roles with panache. The
superfluous extravagance of a moving set structure adds little to the
evening but does little damage to the show as a whole because the audience is having too good a time getting to know these well-drawn characters to care
about set changes.
Written and directed by Charles Randolph-Wright.
Adapted from the book by Craig Marberry. Design: Shaun L. Motley (set)
Emilio Sosa (costumes) Jon Aitchison (hair and wigs) Michael Gilliam
(lights) Timothy M. Thompson (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Lloyd
Davis, Jr. (stage manager). Cast: Duane Boutté, Carl Cofield,
Peter Jay Fernandez, Bill Grimmette, Marva Hicks, Marc Damon Johnson, Psalmayene
24, Ed Wheeler. |
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September 30 - November 6, 2005
Born Yesterday |
Reviewed October 6
Running time 2:25 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for sharp comedy writing and a
lovely performance by the female lead
Winner of the
Ushers' Favorite Show Award for October 2005
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Garson Kanin was a jack of all theatrical trades who performed in, directed
or wrote a wide range of important and memorable shows on Broadway and wrote
some of the movies that defined Hollywood in his time. The chance to see his battle of wits comedy about a bribery scheme in Washington
performed with such style, vigor and verve is something long-time theater
lovers will snap up, as well they should. The production is so good,
however, that the hope should be that many people who aren't in the theater
going habit will chose to sample the delights of live performance with this
show. It will pretty much guarantee that they will be back again and again
looking for other shows that offer such a good time.
Storyline: Just after World War II, a rough around the edges wealthy junk
dealer who believes business success equals personal
worth comes to Washington to buy influence in order to profit from the war
surplus bonanza he sees on the horizon. He brings with him the
woman he's kept for years whose own lack of self esteem is as marked as is
his ego. Feeling that she needs to be polished up to appear with him in the
social circles of Washington, he hires a young reporter to teach her current events and culture. Through his tutoring, she not only
learns the intended lessons, she learns that she is as smart and as
worthwhile as anyone in her circle and that the junk dealer, though wealthy,
is no paragon of virtue. After years of having been a pawn in his
questionable business arrangements, she refuses to continue to cooperate and
brings his empire down.
The role of this not-so-dumb dumb blond was a breakout
one for Judy Holliday when it opened on Broadway in 1946. In 1950 her
performance in the movie version won her the Oscar for best actress. (Who
knows, she might have copped the Tony award too but they didn't start giving
it out until 1947.) Here we have Suli Holum in the role, and she is a pure
delight. She avoids seeming too dumb to be real in the early going and her
conversion is as much a change in self-confidence as it is in accumulated
knowledge. Through it all, she remains a genuinely nice person for whom the
audience can root without reservation.
Holum manages to establish a fine chemistry with the
two men in her character's life - Jonathan Fried who is suitably loud, gruff
and insensitive as the junk dealer who simply doesn't know any better, and
Michael Bakkensen as the writer who gives her the keys to self-esteem and
also falls in love with her. The mutual attraction between these two is part
of the reason the show plays so nicely. Add to the mix a fine supporting
cast with standout work by Rich Foucheux as the junk-dealer's compromised
lawyer and Hugh Nees as his cousin, the flunky. Indeed, the cast is so rich
that there is a sense of frustration that we never get to see enough of
Nancy Robinette as a Senator's wife, or Susan Linsky, James Konicek or Kerry
Rambow in an assortment of even smaller roles.
Kyle Donnelly, who helmed Ken Ludwig's
Shakespeare in Hollywood in
this same space two years ago, and Polk County
the year before that, goes back with Arena a long way having been Associate
Artistic Director here from 1992 to 1998. She knows how to use the spacious
stage with the audience on all four sides with grace and skill, so no
one section seems to be sitting at the back of the action, and yet that
action doesn't seem to be artificially rotating. Set designer Kate Edmunds
also knows a trick or two, having designed many productions on this stage.
Her marble floor covered with red carpet and her low-silhouette stylish
furnishings do accomplish what she said she set out to do, work in
"offensive good taste" which is just perfect for this junk-dealer's concept
of the best available accommodations. Indeed, the concept is extended to
Michael Krass' costumes which heightens the fun. Fried's white socks are
just the right touch.
Written by Garson Kanin. Directed by Kyle Donnelly.
Design: Kate Edmunds (set) Michael Krass (costumes) Jon Aitchison (hair and
wigs) Nancy Schertler (lights) Timothy M. Thompson (sound) Scott Suchman
(photography) Brady Ellen Poole (stage manager). Cast: Michael Bakkensen,
Terrence Currier, Matt Dunphy, Rick Foucheux, Jonathan Fried, Suli Holum,
James Kinicek, Susan Lynskey, Hugh Nees, Kerri Rambow, Nancy Robinette,
Jesse Terrill. |
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September 2 - October 16, 2005
Passion Play, a cycle |
Reviewed September 8
Running time 3:40 - two intermissions
An interesting concept approached in three different centuries |
After the delight of
The Clean House, Sarah Ruhl's other play to open here this summer, expectations were
high for
Molly Smith's world premiere of her latest work, a trio of plays all
starting with the same concept but applying it to three very different eras.
The resulting evening, in which all three plays are performed in one block
approaching four hours, is rich with imagery, filled with nicely turned
phrases and staged with a sense of style. However, it never comes together
as a whole where each element seems better because it is part of something
bigger. Any one of the three plays could stand alone, or be presented with
other short pieces in an evening of one-act plays, without being damaged by
the absence of the others. There are a few intertwining themes, such as the
reddening of the sky with presumed symbolism in each of the three plays, but
nothing so central or so unifying that together they make anything more than
the sum of the parts.
Storyline: Three one-act plays explore the impact that playing a part in
a play about the last days of Jesus Christ has on the actors. One takes
place in Elizabethan England, one in Hitler's Germany and one in South
Dakota during the 1980 Presidential Election.
Ruhl wrote her first play about actors portraying
Jesus, Mary, Pontius Pilate and others over a decade ago. It is what is now
the first - the one that takes place in an England you know to be
Elizabethan because Elizabeth makes an appearance. Ruhl quickly followed it
up with what is now the second of the three, the one where Hitler comes to
see the play. These two have a solidity and sense of connected style. The
third, fresh out of her typewriter (or whatever sort of word processor she
uses) feels more avant-garde, structurally looser and a bit flightier, and
even whimsical at times, even though she is still working in the arena of
serious subjects.
Perhaps it is the effect of the decision to present
all three plays as a single evening that makes them all feel slightly self
indulgent, rather like much of the material is in place because it interests
the author and not necessarily because anyone believes it will interest the
audience. This is the reverse of what seemed so effective in The Clean
House where there were a few diversions into slightly strange
digressions but they seemed like a bit of spice added to an otherwise
wholesome recipe. There is also the problem that the first two each take
place in a specific year (1575 in one, 1934 in the second) so it takes a bit of
getting used to the structure of the third, which takes place over a period
of time (1970s, 1980s and the present day).
Arena has assembled a talented lot to play the
recurring characters. Polly Noonan is a pure delight as the village idiot in
the first two plays (she's less effective as a child in the third). Felix
Solis is solid as the actor playing Pontius Pilate, and Howard W. Overshown, so very impressive here in
Yellowman, is very good as the actor portraying the part of Jesus.
Kelly Brady impresses as one Mary, and Leo
Erickson makes a marvelous "director" for the play within these plays. The
talent pool is quite deep with underutilized, but still very enjoyable,
reliable regulars like Lawrence Redmond and J. Fred Shiffman, and Karl
Miller emerges from the ensemble in the third play as the director of the
Twentieth Century Passion Play. Robert Dorfman has the biggest challenge of
the night and somehow manages to almost pull it off, although it really is a
job for a star with significant credits as a mimic (Jim Dale, perhaps?). He
has to channel Queen Elizabeth, Adolph Hitler, Ronald Reagan and Richard
Nixon, all in one evening. Notable too is Scott Bradley's set design with
its shifting backgrounds and sections of flooring rising up to be a stage or
a confessional or a toll booth or a crucifix.
Written by Sarah Ruhl. Directed by Molly Smith.
Design: Scott Bradley (set) Linda Cho (costumes) Joel Mortiz (lights) André
Pluess (sound and original music) Scott Suchman (photography) Amber
Dickerson (stage manager). Cast: Kelly Brady, Parker Dixon, Robert Dorfman,
Leo Erickson, Carla Harting, Edward James Hyland, Karl Miller, Polly Noonan,
Howard W. Overshown, Lawrence Redmond, J. Fred Shiffman, Felix Solis. |
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Crowns |
Reviewed July 8
Running time 1:55 - no intermission
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Stages Pick for
energy,
music, uniqueness and “hattitude”
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This is not the same show that opened here in 2003 and returned last summer
for a triumphant, nearly sold-out repeat. Its pretty much the same story
(such as it is/was) and it sure has all gospel music thrill and the
"hattitude" that made the original such a great evening. But its a new cast
performing under a new director/choreographer who has re-envisioned some of
it. The changes come across as change for change sake, doing little damage
but not doing much good. What remains still sparks the magic which drew
audiences to the show before, and as long as the hall is rocking with happy
customers, is it just a bit curmudgeonly for us to ask what the changes are
for?
Storyline: Based on photographs of African-American women in their
church-going outfits with their crowning chapeaux, this mostly-gospel
musical follows a Brooklyn girl who, when her brother is shot and killed, is sent to live with her relatives in South
Carolina. It takes her a while to
understand the rituals and values embodied in the traditions of her
relatives and their friends. They explain it in song and dance but she comes
to recognize the value of the pride represented by their “hattitude.”
What good is a hat? A hat is a way to assert your
personality, show the world your pride and to put the finishing touch on
your appearance - the crowning touch you might say. Blending traditional
gospel singing, energetic percussion and a touch of hip-hop, the images of African-American women
sporting their finery in church (“When I get dressed to go to church, I’m
going to meet the King, so I must look my best.”) becomes a
rousing assertion of pride and personal worth. Director/choreographer Marion
J. Caffey has added a layer of history and legend in what may be an effort
to reach beyond the material, giving each character a second identity as an
Orisha (God, Goddess or emissary of God in West African mythology). Costume
designer Emilio Sosa, who designed the original incredible chapeaux of
Arena's earlier production, has added a color-coding to the costume/hat
combinations so that the "Orisha of Fire" is in reds and the Orisha of Seas
is in blues, etc. It doesn't make any difference, however, for the show is
still about these church-going ladies and their lids, attitudes and their
music.
The show, performed without an intermission to interrupt the progress from
one musical delight to the next, seems almost like a two-hour long challenge dance
with each scene or song attempting to top the one that went before, and with
each hat just a bit more assertive, distinctive and flamboyant than last. By
the climax, the display of finery for the head is as much fun as the music
has been. These ladies strut their stuff with such pride, such
assurance and such confidence that it is positively contagious.
This cast is headed by the team of Roz Beauty Davis as
the youngster sent south for her own good and Barbara D. Mills as the woman
who receives her and introduces her to the company of good church-going men
and women. Davis is great as the voice of the young while Mills dominates
the stage as the strongest of the singing ladies, each of which is marvelous
in her own number or numbers. Rob Barnes contributes solidly as the lone
male on the stage - a stage which is flanked by two musicians, e’Marcus Harper on keyboard and
Romero Wyatt slapping, hitting, pounding, and stomping as the percussionist.
Written by Regina Taylor. Adapted from the book by Michael
Cunningham and Craig Marberry. Directed and choreographed by Marion J.
Caffey. Musical direction by e'Marcus Harper. Design: Dale F. Jordan (set
and lights) Emilio
Sosa (costumes and hats) Rick Menke (sound) Jim Bush (photography)
Marianne Montgomery (stage manager). Cast: Rob Barnes, Gretha Boston, Roz
Beauty Davis, LaVon D. Fisher, Angela Karol Grovey, Joy Lynn Matthews,
Barbara D. Mills. Musicians: e’Marcus Harper, Romero Wyatt. |
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May 6 - June 19, 2005
Anna Christie |
Reviewed May 12
Running time 2:40 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for clear storytelling and
crisp acting
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Molly Smith directs a gifted cast in an un-cluttered, finely tuned
performance of one of Eugene O'Neill's classic portraits of strained family
ties. The play came fairly early in O'Neill's career, but not before he had
already earned a solid reputation. In fact, Anna Christie opened on Broadway
in 1921, just about the time O'Neill was receiving his first Pulitzer Prize
for drama. It has been made into no fewer than three movies, has been produced
for television three times and revived on Broadway three times. It was even
made into a musical. The secret of its staying power is the strength of the
three major characters, each having depth an actor can sink his or her teeth
into, and a story that has each deeply affected by the actions of the
others.
Storyline: An old and hard drinking skipper of a coal barge learns that
his daughter, sent to live with relatives on a farm in Minnesota at age
five, is coming to see him. She's now twenty and he sees in her all the
virtues he supposes she developed safe from the ravages of the seafaring
life. Actually, she was raped by a cousin on the farm and ran away to St.
Paul where she worked as a prostitute. When she arrives she takes up
residence with her father on his barge, but when the barge is involved in a
rescue operation, she meets a seaman who falls in love with her and proposes
marriage. She turns him down because she doesn't believe she's good enough
for him and reveals the truth of her background.
Nothing is allowed to get in the way of O'Neill's well
plotted storytelling. On an uncomplicated set with few distracting details,
the cast sets to work bringing Anna, her father and the young sailor to life
with appropriate but not overwhelming accents. The pace is deliberate and
accelerates nicely at key moments, and there is a refreshing absence of any
long pauses over O'Neill's carefully crafted language. O'Neill gives all
three characters lines that are so evocative and use imagery so well that it
is tempting to punch up a favorite here and linger over a particular gem
there. Such pauses, however, would damage the pace O'Neill so carefully
built into his script. Smith keeps the focus on the story and the
characters, allowing lines like "a sea man is as different from the ones on
land as water is from mud" to be simply part of a larger speech, a burst of
honest self revelation, just as intended.
That burst comes from Sara Surrey who is new to
Arena's stage. We can only hope she will return, for her work is the kind of
intelligent, character-driven and well thought out performance that any
company needs. Her Anna seems just a bit fresh at the start but perhaps the
washed-up-at-twenty prostitute has already begun her healing just by getting
away from St. Paul. Once she takes up residence on her father's barge,
however, she blossoms in renewed health, and it is easy to understand why her
father would see only a healthful young lady, and the rescued seaman would
see an enticing image of a future wife. Kevin Tighe uses the thick Norwegian
accent ("Ay tank it's better Anna live on farm, den she don't know dat ole
davil sea, she don't know fader like me.") to allow him to emphasize
important words without seeming to be using the vocal equivalent of a yellow
highlighter. It all sounds so natural and yet serves the drama so well. Dan
Snook is at his best in the big confrontation scenes between himself as the
seaman and first the father and then Anna. He can let loose a torrent of
words ("Was there iver a woman in the world had the rottenness in her that
you have, and was there iver a man the like of me was made the fool of the
world, and me thinking thoughts about you, and having great love for you,
and dreaming dreams of the fine life we’d have when we’d be wedded!")
without slowing down a scene.
A small ensemble is used only in the first act to set
up the story, but it includes a performance of note by Anne Scurria, who
hoists many a beer with the father in Johnny-the-Priest's saloon, patterned
after the real Jimmy-the-Priest's where O'Neill drank many a shot in the
early part of the last century, a saloon that stood where the World Trade
Center eventually went up and crashed down. Designer Bill C. Ray simply
flies in a saloon sign and places a bar and a few tables on the ship
planking platform that later becomes the father's coal barge. Once on the
barge, the atmosphere is heightened by stage fog that isn't over-used but a soundscape that is. Eric Shim's sound design has rope creaking that seems to
become a bit too prominent and monotonous and a fog horn that only seems to
blast on cue, but he provides highly effective original music that nicely
sets time and tone.
Written by Eugene O'Neill. Directed by Molly Smith.
Fight choreography by Brad Waller. Design:
Bill C. Ray (set) Linda Cho (costumes) Michael Gilliam (lights) Eric Shim
(sound and original music) Anita Maynard-Losh (speech and vocal
consultant) Scott Suchman (photography) Susan R. White (stage manager).
Cast: Clinton Brandhagen, Bruce M. Holmes, Ian Lockhart, Alex Major, Anne
Scurria, J. Fred Shiffman, Dan Snook, Sara Surrey, Kevin Tighe. |
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April 1 - May 15, 2005
The Piano Lesson |
Reviewed April 7
Running time 3:00 - one intermission
A host of unique characters in a struggle
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The plays of August Wilson, famously set in different
decades of the twentieth century, have distinct sounds based on their time
and place as well as on the differences in the lives of their characters.
The sound of this, his 1930s installment, is an emphatic boisterousness
approaching the blustery which spans the gap between prosaic and poetic. The
cast of this solid production applies an additional element that overdoes
the effect: volume. Instead of projecting, as actors are supposed to do in
order to get their voices back to the rear of the house, they seem to shout.
With the back just nine rows from the stage, that is neither necessary
nor effective. The story they perform, as you would expect from a
Pulitzer Prize winning play from the author of Ma Rainey's
Black Bottom, Fences and Joe Turner's Come and Gone, is steeped
in symbolism and formally structured. It may take some work following its
many threads, but it can reward the effort.
Storyline: What to do with the family heirloom, sell it to invest in the
future or keep it to treasure the past? That is the debate between two
siblings in Pittsburgh in the late 1930's. The heirloom, in this case, is an
upright piano formerly owned by the owner of their slave ancestors. It even
bears the portraits of their ancestors, carved in the wood by their
grandfather.
Wilson's script is
full of characters with stories of their own. It is a
fairly heavy piece of work although not as heavy as, say, King Hedley II. The principle story of the battle between Harriett D.
Foy as the sister with possession of the family's piano and Jeorge Watson as
the brother with dreams for the future, requires those two to embody the
conflict between treasuring your heritage and forging your future. That is a
heavy load and both Foy and Watson do well breathing life into their
symbols. Watson is particularly good at showing the frustration his
character feels at his own inability to get his sister to see the logic of
his view. Wilson stretches the symbolism of the spirits of the past
represented by the carvings on the piano as the climax of the play to
reaches beyond the mere story of a single family's struggle.
The excellent supporting cast includes Cleo Reginald
Pizana as the would-be reverend who wants to wed Foy. He is at his
best in his impassioned speech trying to convince her to put down the
burdens of her past and marry him. There is also a strutting Frederick
Strother as the former piano player now living by his wits, always with a
con. He gets most of the laughs in this drama which has a good deal of humor
in it. Carl Cofield seems a bit cosmopolitan for a the rural farm hand, but
he pulls off both the humor of his encounter with Strother and the intensity
of his momentary attraction to Foy. David Emerson Toney as the uncle
in whose house the play is set is possibly the most guilty of the shouting
instead of projecting that seems to pervade the production. Tymberlee Chanel
makes the most possible out of the relatively small part of the woman Cofield and Watson compete over.
The design team has done fine work here with Linda Cho
providing costumes that span period, personality and occupation with
elegance and precision. The nightgown for Foy, the elevator operator's
uniform for Pizana and the outrageously ill fitting silk suit for Strother
to sell to the gullible Cofield each set the tone for key moments. Kate
Edmunds' set is a bit spacious for the environment of the cramped quarters
of the family in the Hill District of Pittsburgh but it has the period feel
just right.
Written by August Wilson. Directed by Seret Scott.
Design: Kate Edmunds (set) Linda Cho (costumes) Allen Lee Hughes (lights)
Timothy M. Thompson (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Amber Dickerson
(stage manager). Cast: Simone Brown or Destiny Jackson-Evans, Tymberlee
Chanel, Carl Cofield, Harriett D. Foy, Cleo Reginald Pizana, Frederick
Strother, David Emerson Toney, Jeorge Watson. |
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March 4 - April 17, 2005
The Goat or Who is Sylvia? |
Reviewed March 10
Running time 1:45 - no intermission
Strong Sexual Subjects
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A Potomac Stages Pick
for pure emotional impact
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When Tony and Pulitzer Prize winning author Edward Albee went looking for
something unthinkable for his play about a couple torn apart by an
unimaginable violation of the trust that had bound them together for over a
quarter of a century of a strong marital partnership, he hit on a real doozy.
How about bestiality? Not unthinkable enough for you? How about not just a
sexual act with a beast, but an emotional attachment to an animal such that
the offending husband could say to the incredulous wife "I love you and I
love her" when the "her" in that sentence is a goat? The concept is so
strong it would, in any lesser writer's hands, overshadow the real subject
of the play, making it the play about the goat when it is, in fact, the play
about the couple - the ideal couple who have decades of emotional,
intellectual, social and sexual compatibility destroyed by not just an act
but by a violation of everything that their lives have been about. But Albee
isn't any lesser writer. He's Albee, and the author of Who's Afraid of
Virginia Woolf is fully up to the challenge he sets for himself.
Storyline: On his fiftieth birthday, a famously successful architect
reveals to his astonished best friend that he is sexually and emotionally
involved with an animal. The friend carries that story to the architect's
wife in the hope that she can get him to abandon his behavior before it
becomes known to the outside world. Try as they might, the man and wife can't
see his involvement in the same light, can't come to grips with each other's
views and can't find a way past the collapse of their world.
Wendy C. Goldberg directs this intensely honest
presentation of Albee's emotionally devastating script with a cast of four,
three of whom are simply superb in their roles. Kate Levy is so powerful as
the offended wife that the few nits we would pick are really just that, nits
(as you would expect, she breaks things but the vase and plate throwing seem
more calculated than spontaneous and her three-part primal scream doesn't
escalate but, rather, starts out at a peak she can't exceed.) Those nits
aside, however, she captures all the emotional steps her character goes
through from playful adoring partner before the revelation through the
classic stages of shock, denial, anger, scape (you should pardon the
expression) goating, violence and action in a performance that leaves you
breathless.
The problems in Stephen Schnetzer's performance as the
offending husband are more pronounced although he does give great voice to
Albee's powerful lines, and that is immensely important in this play of
language. It is in between his line deliveries that his performance seems to
falter. He doesn't react to what is happening around him so much as he seems
to wait for his next opportunity to speak. Perhaps it is his and director
Goldberg's interpretation of the role that each escalation in the
consequences of his revelation will take him by surprise, but Albee's script
seems to be based on the concept that he is so intelligent and so attuned to
his world that he would be expecting and dreading each increase. True, Albee
never lets him regret his love for his goat, but he's too smart not to know
the awful consequences.
Rick Foucheux is, as he almost always is, a delight to
watch. Here he's the best friend who's the first to be repelled by the
revelations. The fourth member of the cast is Bradford William Anderson as
the couple's son. This impressive young actor is making his Potomac Region
debut in the role that earned him a nomination for Philadelphia's Barrymore
Award, the equivalent of our Helen Hayes Award, when he played it at the
Philadelphia Theatre Company last year. It is clear why he impressed the
judges there as he carries his character through some of the very same
emotional steps Levy displays as the mother, but with the additional
complications of the ungainliness of youth, the yearning for connection of
adolescence as well as the devastation of betrayal.
Written by Edward Albee. Directed by Wendy C.
Goldberg. Design: Neil Patel (set) Anne Kennedy (costumes) Jane Cox (lights)
Timothy M. Thompson (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Amy K. Bennett (stage manager). Cast: Bradford
William Anderson, Rick Foucheux, Kate Levy, Stephen Schnetzer. |
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January 21 - February 27, 2005
Intimations for Saxophone |
Reviewed January 27
Running time 2:30 - one intermission |
Arena pulls out all the
stylistic stops to give a newly discovered play by the jazz age playwright Sophie Treadwell
its world premiere. Arena's former senior dramaturg, Michael Kinghorn,
discovered drafts of the play in the New York Public Library for the
Performing Arts collection and in the Library of Congress. He carefully
assembled a performance-ready script so that audiences can finally see this
effort by the author of Machinal. In his program notes, Kinghorn says
that the reason the play was never produced isn't clear. The production at
Arena gives a clue however. There isn't enough intrinsically interesting
material in either plot or personalities to justify all the marvelous design
and performance effort Arena spends on it.
Storyline: Wealthy, upper crust socialite Lily Laird marries the equally
well connected young man she's expected by social convention to wed. She
fails to love him, however, and marriage for her is a constant search for
fulfillment or at least enjoyment separate from her spouse. She's frustrated
and resentful, thrown into the role of wife to a man she doesn't really even
like, rather than continuing to be the quintessential jazz age flapper she
was when single.
Arena makes the
right move in the choice of director, bringing Anne Bogart and her entire
SITI Company into the project. SITI is known for its emphasis on physical
movement and the visual aspect of each performer's actions. The influences
are clear here as the entire cast - SITI veterans and Potomac Region
regulars alike - move briskly from pose to pose with precision and
well-portrayed purpose. Perhaps the greatest example is the opening of the
play, taking almost ten minutes, before a single word is spoken. In an almost Fosse-esque parade,
individual characters emerge from the corners of the arena, taking up seats
at club tables flanking the dance floor-like central playing space. It's an
effect that sets just the right tone for the piece. Indeed, if the piece had
the substance the opening promises, it would be quite a night.
The cast includes two performers without
prior SITI or Arena experience, both of whom are notable. Karron Graves is
bright, clear and, well, flapper-like in the lead role of Lily, while Marcus Kyd who was so good as the husband in MetroStage's marvelous production of
One Good Marriage, is solid once again in a somewhat less satisfying role.
Susan Lynskey strikes a marvelous pose as a fellow flapper, sporting one of
James Schuette's classic costumes of the period. (His wedding gown for
Graves is nothing short of stunning.)
Darren West's sound design is rightly
credited as a soundscape. It is a superb blend of refined jazz-club band
music and sound effects that give the production the aural equivalent of
the sharp set and costume designs as well as the directors' touch for
stylized movement. It is surprising, however, that West isn't given more of
an opportunity to provide incidental music given that Kinghorn's notes also
make the point that Treadwell "intended the script to be underscored by 'an
almost unbroken musical accompaniment'."
Written by Sophie Treadwell. Adapted by
Michael Kinghorn. Directed by Anne Bogart. Dances by Barney O'Hanlon.
Design: Neil Patel (set) James Schuette (costumes) Christopher Akerlind
(lights) Barron L West (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Elizabeth
Moreau (stage manager). Cast: Akiko Aizawa, Shawn Fagan, Gian-Murray Gianino,
Karron Graves, Susan Hightower, Marcus Kyd, Susan Lynskey, Christopher
McCann, Barney O'Hanlon, Makela Spielman. |
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December 10, 2004 - February 13, 2005
Hallelujah, Baby! |
Reviewed December 16
Running time 2:20 - one intermission |
Here's a musical that walked home with five Tony Awards in 1968 but has
hardly been heard from since. Now its original author, the legendary Arthur
Laurents, returns to the script, revising and expanding it and directing it
as well. It still has much of the superbly tuneful score with music by Jule Styne (Bells are
Ringing, Gypsy, Funny Girl) and lyrics by Betty Comden and Aldolph
Green (Bells are Ringing, On the Town, Wonderful Town). Laurents, who directed the original productions of Gypsy and
La Cage Aux Folles on Broadway, and who wrote the book for Gypsy
and West Side Story,
directs this musical in a small, intimate production with a
cast of nine (the original had twenty-one) and an on-stage band of seven on
a single-set structure that shifts from decade to decade through the story
with projections on a screen. Some of those projections, by Jerome Sirlin,
are eloquent statements as well as effective scene setters.
Storyline: The story of the civil rights
struggle of African Americans over the course of the 20th Century is viewed
through the story of a 25 year-old girl who wants success in show business,
her mother who is stuck in a series of dead end jobs as a maid and the two
men in the girl's life, one black and one white. The characters remain the same age
as the century progresses in a series of scenes using the musical and
theatrical traditions of each succeeding period.
Despite its many awards and its reputation for
quality work by its creators and original cast (it introduced Leslie Uggams
to Broadway), the show was heavily criticized for an excess of political
correctness and the fact that it was seen as a slice of patronizing
liberalism from its white authors. Just who were these white liberals to be
writing shuck and shuffle songs such as "Feet, Do Yo' Stuff" and "Smile,
Smile" for black performers even in the service of a pro-civil rights piece,
anyway? Whatever the truth of that judgment at the time, this revised
version still has a feeling of sincere but formulaic
liberality. The book is highly stylized, jumping through theatrical hoops
from minstrel show through vaudeville to club act staging. This requires the
audience to adjust to its episodic style, but the adjustment isn't too
difficult. The concept of the characters staying the same age throughout a
century gives the barriers that black entertainers hit in each of the eras
a sense of resiliency that justifies the overall theme the
show hits in Laurents' repeated use of the question "when?"
It is amazing that this was the only score by
Jule Styne to win a Tony award. It may not actually be his best but it does
include a few great numbers and never is less than satisfying. Just as the
book uses styles from each era, so does the score progress from early revue
through stage-show styles and from big band jazz to pop sounds. The lyrics
by Comden and Greene are always eloquent and frequently elegant. While they
occasionally stretch the vocabulary that would be appropriate for both time
and character in certain scenes, it is in service to a rhyme or phrase that
is effective for its purpose. Laurents has expanded the piece, supposedly to
cover the third of the 20th Century that has passed since the show was
written, but the structure, the majority of the material and the feeling
remains deeply rooted in the first two-thirds without trying to touch on
emerging styles from rock to hip-hop.
Suzzanne Douglas takes the lead role here and
sells some of the finer songs in the piece. Her "Being Good" which ends the
first act is a strong torch song and she belts the final phrase to raise the
roof. Her dream-song "My Own Morning" comes across well and she
is particularly good in the lead slot of the trio "Talking to Yourself." The
real topper of the show, however, comes from Ann Duquesnay who gets the
audience romping with her on "I Don't Know Where She Got It." Of the two
leading men Stephen Zinnato gets more depth into his
role as the white friend/love interest than does Curtiss I' Cook as the black
love interest/friend. Zinnato's heart-felt work
on the reprise of "When the Weather's Better" is a dramatic highlight. The
two do pair up for a lovely, soft-shoe duet on "Not Mine."
Music by Jule Styne. Lyrics by Betty Comden
and Adolph Green with additional lyrics by Amanda Green. Book and direction
by Arthur Laurents. Choreography by Hope Clarke. Musical direction,
orchestrations and additional vocal arrangements by David Alan Bunn. Design:
Jerome Sirlin (set and projections) Theoni V. Aldredge (costumes) David
Lander (lights) Shannon Slaton (sound) T Charles Erickson (photography)
Thomas Clewell (stage manager). Cast: Todd Cerveris, Curtiss I' Cook, Randy
Donaldson, Suzzanne Douglas, Ann Duquesnay, Laurie Gamache, Gerry McIntyre,
Crystal Noelle, Stephen Zinnato. |
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November 12 - December 26, 2004
The Importance of Being
Earnest |
Reviewed November 18
Running time 2:55 - two intermissions
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Stages Pick for classic
comedy delivered with panache
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For the forth time in its nearly fifty-five years, Arena Stage mounts Oscar Wilde's
most popular play, a farce of fearsome reputation. The piece has been done
so often by so many that not only is it hard to make it fresh, it always
seems to be competing with itself, or at the very least, with audience
memories of other and perhaps favorite productions. If you've never had the
pleasure of making the acquaintance of the sparkling characters detailed in
this bright and amusing diversion, here's a chance to get to know it in a
fine presentation. If you've spent many an evening with the earnest crew,
you will still find a few new chuckles and a collection of fine
performances. Either way, there are pleasures to be had.
Storyline: Two English gentlemen get caught
up in romantic intrigues. The country gentleman has adopted a false identity
for his forays into London. The city gentleman uses that false identity for
a foray into the country. Between the two of them they stir up a long hidden
family secret.
Director Everett
Quinton last worked here at Arena as an actor, playing Will Hays in Ken
Ludwig's Shakespeare in Hollywood.
As a director, he keeps the pace quick while avoiding skipping over any key
plot points - something that is very important in farce where the plot is
convoluted and can be confoundingly confusing. There is a trick to staging a
play in the round that some directors handle better than others. In this
case, Quinton has not found the way to have the action play to all four
sides of the Fichandler. If you can get tickets on the north side you may
not even notice, and if you are on the west or east you won't find it too
distracting. But if you are on the south side, you may feel that you spend
most of the evening watching the show from behind. That can be infuriating
as scene after scene and line after line is delivered away from you, but it
does mean that you get a long time to examine the absolutely gorgeous
beadwork on the back of the best costumes of the night, those that Zack
Brown designed for Claudia Robinson.
Robinson is marvelous as Lady Bracknell with her insistence on all the
proprieties in the midst of the improper doings in this drawing room comedy,
and Susan Lynskey expands her range of comedy with a fine performance.
Paired as the men with too much time on their hands and a taste for the
pleasures where the grass is greener, are the delightfully foppish Ian Kahn,
making a notable Washington debut, and a high-energy imp, Michael Skinner,
returning after playing alongside Quinton in Shakespeare in Hollywood.
Tymberlee Chanel portrays Skinner's character's ward with a bright,
chipper persona. Helen Hedman and Marybeth Wise have smaller roles that seem
undeveloped in Quinton's scheme of things, while Hugh Nees doubles as the
butler in both the city and the country homes
Zack Brown isn't the only one to do some
spectacular design work for this production, although both his set design
and his costumes and hats dominate your attention (the millinery for Lynskey
surpasses anything on stage at Ford's recent The Matchmaker or, for that
matter, at Studio for the notorious tableau of chapeaux in Far Away). Brian
H. Scott's lighting changes the feel from cozy interiors in town to bright
and sunny garden in the country while Timothy M. Thompson's selection of
incidental music maintains the atmosphere of upper class gentility. Jon Aitchison's wigs include Hugh Nees' featured toupee which gets some great
laughs. Note, too, Ian Kahn's curls - just right for the part of the
vain Algernon Moncrieff. Written by
Oscar Wilde. Directed by Everett Quinton. Design: Zack Brown (set and
costumes) Jon Aitchison (wigs) Brian H. Scott (lights) Timothy M. Thompson
(sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Martha Knight (stage manager). Cast:
Tymberlee Chanel, Helen Hedman, Ian Kahn, Susan Lynskey, Hugh Nees, Claudia
Robinson, Michael Skinner, Marybeth Wise. |
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October 1 - November 21, 2004
Anna in the Tropics |
Reviewed October 7
Running time 2:40 - one intermission
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Cuban-born
Nilo Cruz's play has garnered just about all the honors available for a new
play by a previously little known playwright. Its Pulitzer Prize came over
two better known finalists,
Richard Greenberg's
Take Me Out which will be produced by Studio Theatre later this
season and Edward Albee's The Goat or Who is Sylvia which is on
Arena's schedule for next March. The unique setting of the play makes Cruz's colorful, rich and at times almost
flowery language seem natural. Given life by a skilled cast, these
characters are intensely drawn, each with a voice of his or her own. The
first act is smoothly structured to give a view of both the world in which
these characters live and their relations with each other. The second act
gets a bit choppy, introducing plot developments that aren't quite given the
time to develop and resolve, leaving the audience to ponder not a few
questions after the lights come back up.
Storyline: The immigrant operators and employees of a small cigar
factory in Florida await the arrival from their native Cuba of a new lector,
the educated man who has been engaged to read to the workers as they spend
their days rolling cigars. The previous lector recently died of old age but
the new man is in the prime of life, infusing a sense of virility into the
position, especially when he selects Tolstoy's Anna Karenina as the first
book to read to the workers. As one woman says, in this book "everyone loves
someone" and the concentration on matters of the heart spreads to the
factory floor where everyone has some passionate connection with someone.
The arrival of the
lector, played by Jason Manuel Olazábal as smoothly masculine and
seductively literate, is the motivation for all that takes place in the
confined world of these Cuban-Americans at the start of the great depression
of the 1930s. The strength of the women is bolstered by his readings and the
competition of the men is sparked by his presence. But it is really the
strength of the woman who owns the factory and works at its benches along
with the workers that is the centerpiece of this fascinating world, and Marian Licha is marvelous in that role finding its moments of humor and capturing
its undercurrent of concern. Mateo Gomez is very good as well as her husband
who gambles too much, struts too much, and, over the course of the play, goes
from the depths to the heights of changing fortune.
Cruz's script provides
the opportunity for a number of very theatrical effects, but director Jo Bonney wisely avoids drawing attention away from the people and their story
by playing too many of these games. The ship the women meet in the first
act, as well as the workers that Gomez addresses in the second, are somehow
in or behind the audience with the world extending beyond the invisible
"fourth wall" of the proscenium, but Bonney doesn't dwell on those
conventions. She keeps the focus on the world on that stage, the factory
that conscribes the worker's world.
That factory is an atmospheric set of rough
hewed beams, grimy windows and distressed work benches. The atmosphere is
completed by a sensitive score of incidental music which facilitates the
changes in mood beautifully and costumes by Ilona Somogyi that are precisely
right down to the shoes. But the real atmosphere of the piece is that of
cigars. The leaf is omnipresent as it is soaked and spread, chopped and
rolled, examined and - yes - smoked with a sensual sense of pride and
pleasure. Its sweet smell wafts into the audience at times, tantalizing,
without it seemed, being strong enough to bother the non-smokers in the
crowd. Caught in the beams of Scott Zielinski's dramatic lighting, the
aromatic cloud is a thing of romance.
Written by Nilo Cruz.
Directed by Jo Bonney. Design: Loy Arcenas (set) Ilona Somogyi (costumes)
Jon Aitchison (wigs) Scott Zielinski (lights) Darron L. West (sound) Scott
Suchman (photography) Barbara Rollins (stage manager). Cast: Mateo Gomez,
Yetta Gottesman, Marian Licha, Chaz Mena, Jason Manuel Olazábal, Felix
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September 3 - October 17, 2004
M. Butterfly |
Reviewed September 9
Running time 3:00 - one intermission
t A Potomac
Stages pick for intellectual intrigue and visual impact
Winner of the
Usher's Favorite Show
Award for September, 2004
Caution: Nudity
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Henry David Whang's first and most universally
admired play, winner of the 1988 Tony Award for Best Play, receives a
stunningly beautiful and frequently dramatically satisfying production at
the hands of Tazewell Thompson whose staging of
Yellowman was a highlight of last
season at Arena. The evening offers a strong performance by stage
veteran Stephen Bogardus as the French diplomat who narrates his own story,
and a smashing professional stage debut by J. Hiroyuki Liao as the
diplomat's lover, the ambiguously labeled "M." Butterfly. The visual aspects
of the production, especially the costumes of Carrie Robbins and the use of
darkness as well as light by lighting designer Robert Wierzel, are superb.
Storyline: A French diplomat in China carries on an affair with a
beautiful opera singer without knowing his lover was a man impersonating a
woman. When he is caught passing state secrets to his paramour, and is tried
for treason, he can cope with the disgrace and even with the scandal of the
world believing his lover to be male, but he cannot accept the truth
himself, and he is broken when the opera singer confirms his gender.
That this play was a finalist for the Pulitzer
Prize is understandable. It is a challenging and unique undertaking with a
highly unusual story treated in a highly stylized way with many intellectual
threads woven together in a complex structure. That it didn't win is perhaps also understandable,
for not all of its threads are sewn up satisfactorily, and a number of plot
points remain to be dismissed rather than explained through the rubric:
"Well, it all takes place in memory and memory isn't always accurate." That
may be so, but a memory play requires either resolutions which are
consistent with reality or a descent into madness, and this play offers
neither. Instead, the final image - as absolutely gorgeously staged with a
cascade of red blossoms turning to white - is artistically but not
particularly intellectually satisfying in much the same way the resolution
in the oft-cited Puccini opera, Madame Butterfly, is one of transcending
beauty which is only marred by applying logic.
Bogardus is completely consistent in a part
that is difficult because, as the narrator, he has to disclose information
to the audience which his character either doesn't know or refuses to
believe. That much of this information is presented in flashback scenes from
his memory gives him a fine line to hew, but he does a fine job, allowing his
character to be in a sense a cuckold viewed through his own eyes without
becoming an object of scorn or ridicule. He creates a sympathetic, tormented
character who is entirely believable. Liao is similarly challenged as a
duplicitous character who is fascinatingly beautiful on the surface but
whose actions and motivations are less attractive. He never crosses the line
to parody in his gender switching (despite a kimono sleeve flipping gesture that
is done too frequently) while making both the male and the female persona of
the character fascinating.
These two, who are not only at the center of
the piece but are its very core, are supported by fine actors in the
secondary roles and good work by the design team. Terrence Currier is smooth
indeed as the French Ambassador who uses the diplomat as cover for his own
opinions, the marvelous Brigid Cleary is the diplomat's childless wife,
Marty Lodge is droll as the wisecracking colleague and Kelly Brady is a sexy
comedy relief for her quick scene as a new arrival in the diplomatic
community. Only Ako's communist comrade seems an overblown caricature.
Donald Eastman's set is a marble bridge on which Robert Wierzel paints
patterns in light and Carrie Robbins' costumes, particularly those for Liao,
are spectacularly effective as well as simply spectacular. Thompson could
have used the services of a choreographer of note, however, as the plot
points entrusted to dance come across as a bit clunky when compared to the
graceful movement of Liao.
Written by David Henry Hwang. Directed by
Tazewell Thompson. Design: Donald Eastman (set) Carrie Robbins (costumes)
Jon Aitchison (wigs) Robert Wierzel (lights) Fabian Obispo (music and sound)
Scott Suchman (photography) Brady Ellen Poole (stage manager). Cast: Ako,
Stephen Bogardus, Kelly Brady, Brigid Cleary, Terrence Currier, Kenneth Lee,
J. Hiroyuki Liao, Marty Lodge, Jeffrey Luke.
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12, 203 - February 3, 2004 and July 22 - August 29, 2004
Crowns |
Reviewed December 18
Running time
2 hours
t A Potomac Stages Pick for
energy,
music, uniqueness and “hattitude”
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What good is a hat? Especially, what good is a hat indoors where one doesn’t
really need protection from the elements or a way to avoid loosing body
heat? This musical answers that question with pizzazz: a hat is a way to
assert your personality, show the world your pride and to put the finishing
touch on your appearance - the crowning touch you might say. Blending
traditional gospel singing, energetic percussion and a touch of hip-hop,
writer/director Regina Taylor takes the images of African-American women
sporting their finery in church (“When I get dressed to go to church, I’m
going to meet the King, so I must look my best.”) and turns it into a
rousing assertion of pride and personal worth.
Storyline: Based on
photographs of African-American women in their church-going outfits with
their crowning chapeaux, this mostly-gospel musical follows a Brooklyn girl
sent to live with her relatives in South Carolina when her brother is shot
and killed. It takes her a while to understand the rituals and values
embodied in the traditions of her relatives and their friends. They explain
it in song and dance but she comes to recognize the value of the pride
represented by their “hattitude.”
The
show, performed without an intermission to interrupt the progress from one
delight to the next, seems almost like a two-hour long challenge dance with
each scene or song attempting to top the one that went before and with each
hat just a bit more assertive, distinctive and flamboyant than last. By the
climax, the display of finery for the head is as much fun as the music has
been. These five ladies strut their stuff with such pride, such assurance
and such confidence that it is positively contagious.
Those
ladies include the emphatic Bernardine Mitchell, the delightful Karan
Kendrick and the engaging Gail Grate. But Taylor succeeds in making this
more than a mere musical revue based on the image of women in hats by the
addition of two roles. One is the Brooklyn teenager, played with youthful
verve by Desiré DuBose. The other is all the male characters in their world
played by John Steven Crowley with a practically inexhaustible supply of
mannerisms and personalities each perfectly suited to a vignette or a bit.
Without them, this would just be five fabulously attired ladies who sing
with gusto. With them, it is a dramatic journey well worth taking.
The
stage is flanked by two musicians, e’Marcus Harper on keyboard and David
Pleasant on everything else. He’s percussion, he’s guitar, he’s harmonica,
he’s traps, he’s clapping, stomping, romping energy! And then there are
those hats! Set designer Riccardo Hernández features the hats of Emilio Sosa
on towers on either side of the simple, bare set. Those hats just get better
and better as the evening goes on, more colorful, more dramatic, and more
individual, until, for the final number, each lady sports her crowning
glory.
Written and directed by
Regina Taylor. Adapted from the book by Michael Cunningham and Craig
Marberry. Choreography by Dianne McIntyre. Musical direction by William F.
Hubbard. Design: Riccardo Hernández (set) Emilio Sosa (costumes and hats)
Scott Zielinski (lights) Darron L. West (soundscape) Scott Suchman
(photography) Pat A. Flora (stage manager). Cast: John Steven Crowley,
Desiré DuBose, Tina Fabrique, Gail Grate, Lynda Gravátt, Karan Kendrick,
Bernardine Mitchell. Musicians: e’Marcus Harper, David Pleasant. |
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May 14 - June 27, 2004
Orpheus Descending |
Reviewed
May 20
Running time 2 hours 50 minutes
t A
Potomac Stages Pick for an important piece extremely well done
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Much of what we had hoped to find at the Kennedy
Center's first major production of the Tennessee Williams Explored festival,
A Streetcar Named Desire,
is, instead, present here on the stage of Arena's Kreeger Theatre. The
steamy heat, the sexuality, the clarity of storytelling and the assemblage
of strange and memorable characters - it is all right here. That is not to
say that this is a perfect production. Indeed there are some significant
reservations and this is nowhere near as good a play as is the Pulitzer
Prize winning Streetcar. But Molly Smith deserves kudos for what she
accomplishes with this "minor work" by Williams and theater lovers who have
been looking forward to a summer of steamy fare after their appetites were
so thoroughly wetted by Michael Kahn's
Five by Tenn, will find the
summer heat has arrived in mid-May.
Storyline: Williams puts a distinctly
mid-twentieth century twist the Greek myth of the singer who descended into
Hades to rescue his dead lady love. Set in the American south, Williams'
hero is Val Xavier, a guitar playing young musician bearing a marked resemblance to the early
Elvis (the play debuted a year after "Heartbreak Hotel"). The hell he needs
to rescue his lady from is a loveless marriage to a sick old man.
First - what they got right. The central element of the play is the
sexual compulsion that grows between Val Xavier and his "Lady." Here the
sparks work just right. Neither Matt Bogart as Val nor Chandler Vinton as
Lady succumb to the temptation to get too hot too soon. Instead, their
attraction to each other grows slowly but steadily until it overwhelms them
and their story. Bogart, best known for his work in musicals, (Signature's 110 in the Shade
and Arena's
Camelot) demonstrates his
strength as an actor here with just a few moments to strum on his guitar and
sing. Vinton, who is a welcome addition to the local theater scene,
introduces intriguing characteristics to her portrayal of "Lady." Both
create characters with enough complexity that their attraction isn't a
simple matter of sex, it is a reciprocal fascination that only slowly takes
on a sexual compulsion. J. Fred Shiffman is excellent as "Lady's" sick old
husband and Kate Goerhing is outstanding as a local vixen of the strain that
only William's mind could create.
Smith's sure hand as a director falters in
the final minutes of the show. After some two and a half hours building the
tension to a level that has the entire audience convinced that the final
scene is going to be simultaneously awful to watch and so compelling that it
will be impossible to look away, Molly stages the final scene in a
surprisingly
matter of fact manner that brings the evening to an end but not to a climax.
But the strength of the two and a half hours that has preceded the final
five minutes is so impressive that, dramaticus interuptus notwithstanding,
the evening is very good indeed.
Bill C. Ray has designed an allegorical set
to match the allegorical script. A back wall scorched at the ramparts, a
staircase leading up to hell (now there's an inversion!) that gives lighting
designer Michael Gilliam a chance to shine, and a mysterious tree bursting
through the floor boards make this version of Williams' fictional Two Rivers
County a solid but strange reality. Eric Shim and Jack Cannon have composed a few songs
for Bogart that serve the piece quite well. After all, with a Broadway
musical talent like Bogart (Aida, The Civil War, Smokey Joe's Cafe and
Miss Saigon) this Val Xavier must sing.
Written by Tennessee Williams. Directed by
Molly Smith. Original music and sound design by Eric Shim and original lyrics by Jack Cannon.
Design: Bill C. Ray (set) Linda Cho (costumes) Michael Gilliam (lights)
Scott Suchman (photography) Brady Ellen Poole (stage manger). Cast: Matt Bogart, Rena Cherry Brown,
Janice Duclos, Kate Goehring, Linda High, Bruce M. Holmes, Kate Kiley, Paul
Morella, J. Fred Shiffman, Anne Stone, Frederick Strother, Chandler Vinton,
Delaney Williams. |
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April 9 - May 23, 2004
Señor Discretion Himself |
Reviewed
April 15
Running time 2 hours 40 minutes |
Musical theater lovers will be both thrilled and
disappointed with the world premiere of a show by one of major
composers/lyricists of the twentieth century, a work which never made it to
the stage containing songs which had never been published or recorded. Here,
finally, is a chance to see what Frank Loesser had tried to create out of a
short story by Budd Schulberg. Here is a chance to hear the songs that have
tantalized aficionados for over three decades. Here, everyone hoped, would
be a chance to experience the excitement of a "new" work dating from the
period so frequently referred to as "the golden age of musical comedy."
Unfortunately, it turns out that there was a good reason Loesser didn't
finish the project - he couldn't find the way to make a solid show out of
material which he had thought had great promise. He tried mightily, and much
of what he tried had some very nice touches. But they didn't go together to
make a solid, satisfying piece and it is our sad duty to report that he was
right when he decided to quit and put it away.
Storyline: In a small Mexican village where
life is so boring even the priests complain that no one confesses to
anything interesting anymore, the illiterate town drunk discovers that a
wealthy newcomer to town has eyes for his fifteen year old daughter. He
dictates a rambling, threatening letter warning the man to cease and desist
but the young man who types up the letter for him makes major changes to the
text, creating a document that so eloquently expresses the feelings of a
father that the newcomer becomes his close friend and even business partner.
The conversion of the drunk into a successful businessman coincides with the
production in his bakery of a loaf of bread which seems to have the image of
the Virgin Mary in its crust. This is seen by the
priests as a miracle and he becomes the village's main attraction. Three
years later, when the daughter is of marriageable age, the father's new
business partner wants her hand but she is in love with the typist who
doctored the original note, and he threatens to expose the fraud if he can't
marry her.
The story of this musical's forty year
journey from page to stage is, unfortunately, much more interesting than the
story it tells on that stage. Loesser, the song writer whose Guys and
Dolls, How to Succeed In Business Without Really Trying, Where's Charlie,
The Most Happy Fella, and even the less than successful Greenwillow,
constitute a highly valued part of the legacy of the American musical
theater, worked on this project until shortly before his death in 1969. His
widow held onto the un-produced draft for over thirty years before deciding,
on the basis of the marvelous production of Guys and Dolls which
Charles Randolph-Wright directed here in 1999, to trust the material to
Randolph-Wright and the Arena team. The comedy team of Culture Clash was
brought in to polish up the book of the musical while retaining the music
and lyrics, at least of the songs they ended up using. Thus, a third of a
century after his death, a "new" musical by Frank Loesser finally took the
stage.
The story the play presents, however, is
correctly criticized by none other than Loesser himself in his letter to the
author of the short story on which it was based announcing his decision to
quit. He said that, try as he might, he had come up with something "deadly
dull" and didn't know how to fix it. He even took the book to Abe Burrows
with whom he had written How to Succeed and Guys and Dolls,
Neil Simon who was famous for being able to "fix" the story of a musical, and
to Joe Stein who wrote Fiddler on the Roof. None of them would take
on the project either. He and they were right -- Culture Clash wasn't able
to infuse the story with a solid narrative line or create characters about
whom the audience would care. The version now on view also suffers from the
problem that the music of the first act, at least until the final scene,
seems to be from some different musical than the music of the second. The
first part is full of pleasant but minor local-color material but then a
switch seems to be thrown and the score becomes rich and lush with "You
Understand Me" and "Heaven Smiles on Tepancingo" with which the act ends.
The second act continues to present musical riches such as "Compañeros," "I
Love Him, I Think" and "I Cannot Let You Go," but the show had gone almost
three quarters of an hour before establishing that musical vocabulary and it
became a case of too much too late.
The main role, that of the town drunk, is
played with strong stage presence by Shawn Elliott, but he swallows
the words in his dialogue as he attempts both a Mexican accent and an
inebriated buzz. Much more satisfying is the work of John Bolton as the
newcomer smitten by the young daughter. Every time he takes the stage the
energy level of the entire production goes up. Elena Shaddow is that young
daughter, using comically awkward gestures in an effort to seem young enough
for the role early on and then blossoming into a grown woman with a gorgeous
voice in the second act after the song "Fifteen to Eighteen" charted her
change. Her impressive rendition of "I Love Him, I Think," however, simply
served to underscore the schizophrenic nature of the score. One hopes for a
recording of the score for it will probably be much more satisfying on disc
than it is on stage.
Music and lyrics by Frank Loesser. Book by
Frank Loesser and Culture Clash based on a short story by Budd Schulberg.
Directed by Charles Randolph-Wright. Choreographed by Doriana Sanchez.
Musical direction and vocal arrangements by Brian Cimmet. Dance arrangements
by Joey Arreguin. Orchestrations by Larry Hochman. Design: Tomas Lynch (set)
Emilio Sosa (costumes) Michael Gilliam (lights) Timothy M. Thompson (sound)
Scott Suchman (photography) Barbara Rollins (stage manager) Cast: Robert
Almodovar, John Bolton, Venny Carranza, Tony Chiroldes, Steven Cupo, Shawn
Elliott, Royanne Gonzales, Deanna Harris, Ivan Hernandez, Laura-Lisa, Carlos
Lopez, Lynette Marrero, Doreen Montalvo, Eduado Placer, Diego Prieto, Margo
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Yellowman
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Reviewed
March 11
Running time 2 hours 5 minutes
t A Potomac Stages Pick for unique subject matter and emotional impact |
It takes a while to
realize that this evening is going to evolve into something more than a
pleasant getting-to-know-you session with two intriguing characters.
Playwright Dael Orlandersmith's script begins with beguiling, self-revealing
confessions in alternating monologues delivered directly to the audience by
the two characters as if each is doing a solo-performance piece. The thread
that ties them together is the subject of color prejudice, but it is an
aspect of the subject not often dealt with on stage. The color prejudice
here isn't whites against blacks or even blacks against whites - both of
which have been the topic of innumerable plays. No. Here the distinction is
the amount of blackness among blacks - the mixture of envy and rejection
between those of darker and those of lighter shades. Only after you get to
know and care about these young people do their stories go beyond
reminiscence and reach a searing intensity that strikes home with the impact
of a blow to the solar plexus
Storyline: Alma and Eugene were two black kids growing up together in the
Carolinas. She was raised to consider her dark blackness and thick features
a mark of ugliness and ungainliness inherited from her mother. He was raised
in a home where his father was jealous of his lighter skin color and
delicate features. Their affection for each other grew from friendship in
childhood to romantic attachment in young adulthood in part because each
represented for the other the only person who saw beneath skin color and
valued them for inner qualities.
Sometimes simple is the hardest thing to do on a
stage. This two-performer show is done with just two chairs on a bare stage
with a scrim background revealing a wall with a door and a window. The show
maintains that simple look and feel but there are some very sophisticated
elements subtly used to shift time, place and feel. The wall behind the
scrim is lit in a sequence of subtle colors that shift with the mood. The
two chairs are in squares of light at first but the action shifts to use
most of the stage as the two characters' lives intersect. The first
noticeable sound cue comes nearly half an hour into the show but overall the
show has a very rich soundscape. There are even a few projections on the
scrim, particularly important when the location shifts from North Carolina
to New York. Just why some of the text in the projections is reversed is a
puzzlement.
The two performers here are Howard W.
Overshown who is familiar to audiences at Arena (Blue, Great White Hope)
and elsewhere in the region (Shakespeare Theatre, Folger, Source, Theater J)
and Arena newcomer Laiona Michelle. Both are performers audiences will
remember. Overshown's laid back nonchalance has a touch of wistful regret,
the source of which only comes into focus as the show approaches its searing
climax. Michelle's mixture of insecurity and inner pride gives her the
widest expanse to explore during the evening, and she takes every advantage
of it. Her second act opening riff on a "New York Walk" and the freedom of
movement she found on the streets of the city is a crowd-pleasing highlight,
while his exposure of the ultimate resolution of the play's story takes the
audience by surprise.
Tazewell Thompson, who has directed a dozen
shows at Arena including his own Constant Star, keeps the focus on
the story, avoiding overly cute or distractingly obvious theatrical touches.
It is an approach that works well for the audience is drawn into the story
of these "kids" in such a way that their fate has a tremendous emotional
punch.
Written by Dael Orlandersmith. Directed by
Tazewell Thompson. Design: Donald Eastman (set) LeVonne Lindsay (costumes)
Robert Wierzel (lights) Fabian Obispo (sound and music) Scott Suchman
(photography) Martha
Knight (stage manager). Cast: Laiona Michelle, Howard W. Overshown.
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January 30 – March 7, 2004
A Man’s a Man |
Reviewed February 6
Running time 2 hours 45 minutes |
Early on the audience is
told “if you don’t
catch on to the plot don’t worry, it defies understanding.” Actually, it
isn’t difficult to figure out what is going on. It is difficult to figure
out why it is going on. Each short scene is clear in its own way and some of
them are quite entertaining and certainly energetically performed, but a
string of absurdities needs a thread to turn it into a satisfying evening.
This is an early example of what would become twentieth-century comic epic
form -- think “Monty Python and the Holly Grail.” But here the comedy isn’t
consistently funny enough and the central character isn’t important enough
to carry the entire 2 – plus hours.
Storyline: A porter on
the docks in India is
abducted by four-member gunnery unit of the British Army to fill in for one
of their own who is hiding out from the authorities. They brainwash him into
believing he is the missing British soldier but the porter, having lost his
sense of identity, gets into a series of mishaps as he adopts the identity
of others.
This early attempt at
unorthodoxy by Bertolt Brecht, Germany’s legendary re-thinker of basic
theatrical concepts who went on to give us The Threepenny Opera, Mother
Courage and Her Children and The Life of Galileo suffers from his
inability to be meaninglessly entertaining. Here fart jokes and feces humor
have to coexist with profundity. Absurd comic bits can be a delight on their
own terms but here so many of them have deeper serious meanings and they sag
from the weight of it.
An
example is Act II’s fabulously funny scene in which the porter, played with
a confused earnestness that is just a bit too heavy by Zachary Knower, is
deluded into believing there is an elephant on stage when there is no such
thing at all. Buster Keaton couldn’t do the comic routine better and Dwayne
Nitz in the orchestra pit providing elephant sounds through a megaphone
surely justifies the decision to give the two-member band billing as cast
members (the other is composer David Maddox – together they make quite a
team). The scene is performed with such energy and humor that it is a
delight until it goes on and on in an effort to reach a deeper meaning.
A
marvelous set has a square platform in the middle of an undulating desert of
a floor and four circular covers that drop down to reveal what would become
known as foxholes. A rain effect is very well done and is well lit so that
the mist is unmistakable. But the effect is used twice in a case of
overkill. It is symptomatic of the excess of overstatement that weighs down
Brecht’s script and this production.
Written by Bertolt Brecht. Translation by Gerhard Nellhaus. Directed by
Enikö Eszenyi. Original music by David Maddox and Dwayne Nitz. Design: Karl
Eigsti (set) Ilona Somogyi (costumes) Nancy Schertler (lights) Timothy M.
Thompson (sound) Scott Suchman (photography) Barbara Rollins (stage
manager). Cast: Tim Artz, Jane Beard, Ryan Clardy, James O. Dunn, David
Fendig, Michael Hogan, Zachary Knower, C.S. Lee, Valerie Leonard, James
Ludwig, David Maddox, Michael Mandell, Dwayne Nitz, Eduardo Placer.
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November 14, 2003 - January 4, 2004
Camelot |
Reviewed November 20
Running time 2 hours 50 minutes
t A
Potomac Stages Pick for
glorious score and unique approach
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Molly Smith delivers pure magic for the first 50 minutes of this sumptuous
staging of the classic medieval romance, and then tops it with nearly two
hours of rich storytelling, lovely music and fabulous performances. Together
they constitute a musical not to be missed. She only has one misstep in the
entire show, but it is a whopper, and comes between the first 50 minutes and
the final 120 (more on this later.) But that lapse aside, this is a
marvelous show that offers dramatic fulfillment, visual splendor,
performances to be treasured and a fine sense of romanticism of the sexual
kind as well as of the kind dealing with the higher aspirations of mankind.
Storyline: The legend of King Arthur and the Round Table
is set to glorious music with lively literate lyrics. Arthur loves his queen
Guenevere and he loves Lancelot, the Knight he would like to have as a son.
But his real passion is his dream of a new order where might is used only
for right. Guenevere loves him but falls for Lancelot. Lancelot loves Arthur
as a father-figure, Guenevere as a woman and the concept of Arthur’s new
brand of chivalry. These passions tear the court apart.
So
what is the misstep? It is the decision to stage the joust in which Lancelot
fends off the assaults of three of the courts greatest knights on stage
rather than, as originally written, simply having the cast sing about
off-stage actions. Bringing the joust on stage might not be a bad idea if
you can make it a sword and spear fight on foot. But Smith and her
choreographer, Baayork Lee, turn it into a dance with the Knights prancing
about behind “horses” represented by dancers wearing horse heads. Instead of
being a dramatic moment, it looks silly and it takes the show some time to
recover any sense of substance. But recover it does, which is a testament to
the skill of all involved.
Steven Skybell is a fine mature Arthur. He’s a bit too mature for the early
scenes when Arthur is a callow youth. But he matures so marvelously that he
wins the audience over and carries the show along on his dream of a world
where right and not might prevails. Kate Suber, on the other hand doesn’t
seem to grow much from early scenes to later ones but oh, can she sing! Her
“Before I Gaze At You Again” is glorious. Matt Bogart, who earlier this year
seemed such a mid-western enchanter as the magical Starbuck in Signature’s
110 In The Shade, is now quite convincing as a French enchanter as
Lancelot in this timeless triangle. His “If Ever I Would Leave You” is so
drenched with emotion it soars and his “C’est Moi” is both more complex and
more compelling than the recordings of previous Lancelots made it seem.
The
visual impact of the show is very different than either previous stage
versions or the movie. Here the designers have created an England that seems
centuries earlier than other productions. This Camelot is rising from the
woods of an England not too removed from the mists of pre-history, and magic
is loose in the land. Just how we credit the “medieval specialists” Jutta
Eming and Lawrence Redmond for this is not clear. But John Ambrosone’s
lights shimmer with supernatural effects underneath one of Kate Edmund’s
splendid set pieces, a suspended crown that falls out of kilter as Arthur’s
reign crumbles. Costume designer Paul Tazewell uses velours and furs,
headdresses and capes, chain mail and armor in astonishing ways. Taken
together, the work of the designers creates a vision of an England that may
never have been and an ideal that may never be reached for the show that
held out Arthur’s hope for “one brief shining moment.”
Book and Lyrics by Alan
Jay Lerner. Music by Frederick Loewe. Directed by Molly Smith. Choreography
by Baayork Lee. Fight choreography by Brad Waller. Music direction by George Fulginiti-Shakar. Design: Kate Edmunds (set) Paul Tazewell (costumes) John
Ambrosone (lights) Timothy M. Thompson (sound) Scott Suchman (photography)
Martha Knight (stage manager). Cast: Anthony Aloise, Jennifer Andersen, Bev
Appleton, Matt Bogart, Lawrence Brimmer, Debra Buonaccorsi, Kevin M.
Burrows, Michelle Liu Coughlin, Vic DiMonda, Parker Esse, Jack Ferver,
Michael L. Forrest, Deanna Harris, J. Edward Lucas, Jeffrey Luke, Zoie
Morris, Eduardo Placer, Stephen F. Schmidt, J. Fred Shiffman, Steven Skybell,
James Soller or Brandon Thane Wilson, Kate Suber, Christianne Tisdale,
Gabriel Veneziano, Peggy Yates. |
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Proof |
Reviewed October 9
Running time 2 hours 30 minutes
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Proof is known for its success at making intellectually gifted people seem
entirely approachable. Yes, it gets the exhilaration of the pursuit of
knowledge just right. But geniuses are people too, with hopes, fears, loves
and losses. This warm, intriguing, fascinating and funny play draws you into
the personal world of intelligent people who are facing major crises in
their personal lives and engages your emotions as surely as your intellect.
Arena gives it a lovely physical staging featuring four superb performances
anchored by a standout performance by Keira Naughton.
Storyline: The twenty-five year old daughter of a famous mathematician has
spent five years caring for her father as mental illness progressively
incapacitated him. On the eve of his funeral she has to cope not only with
his death, but with the concern of her sister, the attention of one of her
father’s graduate students and the lingering presence of her father in their
Chicago home. She may have inherited some of her father’s genius but she
fears she may have also inherited his "tendency to instability."
Naughton’s performance as the daughter is a fascinating thing to watch
develop. She begins with a fully formed portrait of a young woman dealing
with serious challenges and then deepens it as the evening progresses.
Little by little she becomes more intriguing and her situation becomes more
fascinating. The role is the centerpiece of the play and she provides the
evening with its core. Her ability to establish a relationship with her
colleagues is notable. There is a strong bond of affection and shared
history connecting her and Michael Rudko, as her father, a suitable sibling
tension stretching between her and Susan Lynskey, as her sister, and a real
spark of romantic and sexual attraction in her relationship with Barnaby
Carpenter, as her father’s student who has an interest in both her and the
proof.
As
fabulous as the cast is, they happen to be working with a script that
creates four well-defined people with dreams, fears, histories and opinions,
whose dealings with each other are the natural results of their
personalities and circumstances. It is all there in the text. This is no
easy task as any playwright will attest, and Auburn gets it right in his
very first major play. He also comes up with one of the great first-act
curtain lines of recent memory. With a mathematical "proof" at the center of
the story, Auburn turns his title into a double entandré. There is little
actual discussion of higher mathematics, so the audience need not even know
what a prime number might be in order to follow the discussions. There is
never a sense that the author is "talking down" to the audience or
artificially keeping the discussion non-technical. A welcome improvement to
the original text in this production is the elimination of the one awkward
effort to avoid technical details, a fairly clumsy "lets go for a walk and
you can tell me what this means" moment which proves to be superfluous. The
play is the better for its absence.
The
superb set by Michael Brown captures multiple layers of the complexity built
into Auburn’s play. The porch where all the action takes place is attached
to an aging house that reflects the architectural heritage of the
neighborhood surrounding the University of Chicago. The house is emerging from a background of prime numbers, composition
books and other accoutrements of an academic career. Allen Lee Hughes’
lighting subtly signals changes of time and mood while Anne Kennedy’s
costumes say volumes about each character’s view of themselves.
Written by David Auburn.
Directed by Wendy C. Goldberg. Design: Michael Brown (set) Anne Kennedy
(costumes) Allen Lee Hughes (lights) Timothy M. Thompson (sound) Scott
Suchman (photography) Barbara Rollins (stage manager). Cast: Barnaby
Carpenter, Sysan Lynskey, Keira Naughton, Michael Rudko. |
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Shakespeare in Hollywood |
Reviewed
September 12
Running time 2 hours 15 minutes
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Comedy abounds early this season. The Shakespeare Theatre is doing
eighteenth century comedy (The Rivals), Catalyst is doing updated
eighteenth century comedy (Turcaret), Signature is doing updated
twentieth century comedy (Twentieth Century), Round House is doing
touching comedy (The Drawer Boy), and Woolly (of course) is doing
offbeat comedy (The Mineola Twins). Now Arena opens the season of
laughs with, well ... laughs. And there are plenty of them in Ken Ludwig’s
new play. Ludwig blends Shakespeare’s romantic comedy A Midsummer Night’s
Dream with his own imagining of the world of Hollywood in the heyday of
romantic comedy to create a highly entertaining fusion of farce and
nostalgia.Storyline: Warner Brothers is about to film Shakespeare’s comedy of fairies
and sprites interacting with mortals when two of the stars of the film
(Victor Jory and Mickey Rooney) are temporarily unavailable. Shakespeare’s
own characters, Oberon and Puck, appear through their own peculiar magic to
fill in for the missing stars and create the same kind of mischievous
matchmaking among the movie people as they did among mere mortals in
Shakespeare’s comedy.
The
mix of historical characters and the ones first devised by Shakespeare
leaves Ludwig with the task of doing a lot of exposition in his first act
which he handles with aplomb and not a little wit. Yes, he has to explain to
modern audiences just who Max Reinhardt and Will Hays were while also
establishing personalities for the likes of well remembered Hollywood types
like Louella Parsons, Joe E. Brown and Dick Powell. But their characters
become clear through plot lines that move smoothly and dialogue that is
brisk and clever. Director Kyle Donnelly helps as well with touches such as
placing the four Warner Brothers at the four corners of Arena’s square stage
as they fight on the phone over the progress of the film, or the lack of it.
Ludwig’s second act takes off as the farce is unleashed and then resolves
into a satisfying sweetness.
The
cast is a collection of favorites in the Potomac Region theater world of
today just as they play a collection of favorites in the Hollywood film
world of its day. How good to see Robert Prosky owning the stage at Arena
again. How fun to find Rick Foucheux creating yet another strong persona as
Jack Warner or Hugh Nees going over the top again, this time as Joe E. Brown
in drag no less! Alice Ripley is a great deal of fun in the dumb (as a fox)
blond role. As Oberon, Casey Biggs swaggers as a kind of bemused Douglas
Fairbanks, Jr. type who observes the fantastic goings on on the sound stage,
while Emily Donahoe makes a truly puckish Puck who might well have been
better casting for the Warner’s than Mickey Rooney was (and he was great).
As
can be expected at Arena, the production values (to use a Hollywood phrase)
are first rate. Thomas Lynch’s set creates both the utilitarian feel of a
sound stage and the magic of the movie’s set while Jess Goldstein’s costumes
are a mixture of Hollywood flash, thirties styles and the peculiarities of
each character. Obereon’s cape is a character all by itself and Biggs uses
it for fabulous flourishes. Donnelly’s direction is crisp and clear during
the exposition and allows the energy level to build at just the right time
as the second act farce gets moving. Unfortunately, she stages many speeches
and gags facing the north side of the four sided house, giving those on the
south side the feeling that they are watching the backside of the show. If
you haven’t purchased your tickets yet, ask for seating on the north side.
Written by Ken Ludwig.
Directed by Kyle Donnelly. Design: Thomas Lynch (set) Jess Goldstein
(costumes) Karma Camp (choreography) Brad Waller (fight choreography) Nancy
Chertler (lights) Susan R. White (sound) Brady Ellen Poole (stage manager).
Cast: Casey Biggs, Bethany Caputo, Emily Donahoe, David Fendig, Rick
Foucheux, Scott Graham, Eric Jorgensen, Ellen Karas, Maggie Lacey, Robert
McClure, Hugh Nees, Robert Prosky, Everett Quinton, Adam Richman, Alice
Ripley, Michael Skinner. |
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April 25 – June 1, 2003
An American
Daughter |
Reviewed May 6
Running time 2 hours 35 minutes
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Molly Smith just keeps getting better. As the Artistic Director of Arena
Stage her play selection continues to improve, touching many bases important
to any theater community and others that are important here either because
of our status as the seat of government or our demographic mixtures. As a
director, after a few early efforts that seemed somewhat quirky, she is on a
roll – helming solid, satisfying productions in a wide range of genres. In
the past 12 months she’s directed the hypnotically effective A Moon for
the Misbegotten, the marvelous blending of musical comedy and American
moral standards, South Pacific, and this brightly engaging comedy of
values. Each bore a stamp of a director determined to put on the stage the
values that made the original selection of the play so right.
Storyline: The nominee for Surgeon General of the United States is a
successful doctor who lives in Georgetown, the daughter of a United States
Senator, a fifth generation descendent of a President, a hospital
administrator and, oh yes, a wife and mother. Popular approval of her
candidacy begins to erode as the fact that she once failed to respond to a
summons for jury duty provides a rallying cry for those who resent her
success but can’t come right out and say “a woman’s place is in the home.”
Wasserstein’s script is a superb blending of intelligent wit and serious
purpose. Decked out in the guise of a light comedy with all the flippant
retorts, glib rejoinders and penchant observations on the state of the body
politic, and peopled with prototypes of the professionals who think they
influence important events, is a serious examination of the state of modern
feminism and the fate of the modern female: No matter how many barriers are
removed and no matter how many opportunities open up, following one dream
always involves sacrificing at least part of another one. The role of spouse
and parent still places uneven demands based on gender. Balancing it all is
a modern challenge highlighted by Wasserstein’s combining the political and
the social issues in one well constructed plot.
Smith
assembled a marvelous cast. Johanna Day is intensely human as she lets the
emotional reactions of the nominee build to just the right explosion, J.
Fred Shiffman is sharp-edged enough as her husband to be believable as he
holds his own in a world being temporarily turned upside down by the
controversy surrounding his wife. The team of Robert Prosky and Laurie
Kennedy as the nominee’s father, the Senator, and his new wife, is a delight
to watch as these two marvelously confident performers use tiny telling
details to create warmly human characters where there might only be
stereotypes. Holly Twyford creates a portrait of a younger activist getting
her first taste of what she assumes is power, just because she’s getting
attention. She is fabulously clueless as her elders, having learned a thing
or two since they were at her stage of growth, react with a combination of
amusement and tolerance.
The
production benefits greatly from a sound design by Martin Desjardins who
combines the Beach Boys and other popular material called for in the script
with less identifiable but still strikingly appropriate music segments to
segue from scene to scene in a thoroughly theatrical feel. It adds to the
atmosphere already established in Bill C. Ray’s single set of rich wooden
flooring for the interior of a fine Georgetown home, brick patios (complete
with fish pond) and furnishings that, as the political consultant brought in
to spin the response to the scandal quickly points out, speak volumes about
the social standing of the owners. For the climactic television interview of
in act two, much more middle-American chairs are brought in to establish a
very different image.
Written by Wendy
Wasserstein. Directed by Molly Smithy. Design: Bill C. Ray (set) Gabriel
Berry (costumes) John Ambrosone (lights) Martin Desjardins (sound) Scott
Suchman (photography) Brady Ellen Poole (stage manager). Cast: Johanna Day,
David Fendig, Gail Grate, Damon Gupton, Laurie Kennedy, Tuyet Thi Pham,
Robert Prosky, J. Fred Shiffman, Thyee Tilghman, Holly Twyford, Alex
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March 21- May 25, 2003
Ain’t Misbehavin |
Reviewed March 28
Running time 2 hours
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Like all good revues, this recreation of the 1978 mega-hit presentation of
music written or recorded by legendary Thomas “Fats” Waller, builds as it
goes along, saving its best for last. Of course, the great revues start from
a high level of excitement and then build to a satisfying climax. This one
starts at a fairly low energy level so the heights it must scale are less
daunting. Still, once it gets its engine running in the second act, it takes
on a sense of momentum and is a lot of fun. The audience ends up on its
feet, swaying and swinging.
Storyline: Revues don’t
have storylines, as such. Here we have a cast of five and a five piece jazz
combo run through over 30 songs associated with jazz pianist and vocalist
"Fats" Waller, who recorded over 500 songs and wrote almost that many
between 1922 and his early death in 1943. Among the most recognizable songs
of his career and of this revue are “Honeysuckle Rose,” “Mean to Me,” “’T
Ain’t Nobody’s Biz-Ness If I Do,” “I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write
Myself a Letter” and, of course, “Ain’t Misbehavin.’”
This
cast has a great deal of talent and they pair up with a sense of rapport on
their duets. This is understandable since they have been performing the show
since January at Center Stage in Baltimore where the first half of this
joint production had an extended run. Still, there is more the feeling of
individual talent than of ensemble excitement. The immediate standout is
Doug Eskew whose mellifluous booming voice and impressive bulk would make
him stand out in any crowd. But what makes him remarkable in this
performance is that he seems to love this material and he sells every moment
of his time on stage. Others sell their individual moments but seem to let
down just a bit when the spotlight shifts to a colleague.
Each
of the others has significant talents and shows them to great advantage in
their individual spots. E. Faye Butler is just as much a kick as was
expected by those who remember her here in Polk County and Dina
Was. Janeece Aisha Freeman’s dancing strikes sparks while her “Keepin’
Out of Mischief Now” is one of the high spots of the high spot filled second
act.
William Foster McDaniel leads the jazz combo and has a few nice solo moments
as the pianist in this revue of a famous pianist’s work. But trumpeter
Dantae Winslow seems a bit bored with the gig by now and his duets with
Thomas “Whit” Williams on reeds seem out of balance. Still, the band does
get hot when sparked by the singers in the second act and, by the big finale
with “I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write My Self A Letter” being sold by
Doug Eskew, “I Can’t Give Your Anything But Love” crooned by Raun Ruffin who
then is joined by E. Faye Butler on “It’s a Sin to Tell a Lie” and everyone
joining in on the title song, everyone on stage is having one heck of a good
time – and so is everyone in the audience.
Conceived by Richard
Maltby, Jr. Directed and choreographed by Ken Roberson. Musical Director
William Foster McDaniel. Orchestrations and arrangements by Luther
Henderson. Design: Neil Patel (set) Paul Tazewell (costumes) Betsy Adams
(lights) Karin Graybash (sound) Barbara Rollins (stage manager). Cast: Doug
Eskew, E. Faye Butler, Janeece Aisha Freeman, Raun Ruffin, Amy Jo Phillips.
Musicians: William Foster McDaniel, Dantae Wilslow, Thomas "Whit" Williams,
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February 21 – March 30, 2003
Book of Days |
Reviewed
March 9
Running time 2 hours 45 minutes
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Pulitzer Prize winner Lanford Wilson’s achievement in this, his latest play,
is to capture simplicity without descending to the simplistic. Each of the
pieces of his puzzle in this atmospheric whodunit is well constructed so
that they fit together creating a fascinating whole. Each is a person and,
while each seems to be of a recognizable “type,” they combine into a
portrait of small town Americana that is more complex than the vanilla
stereotype of a Disneyland Main Street. Wilson reveals details for each
character bit by bit within the structure of a murder mystery, and the
mystery is the main focus while he builds his community portrait.
Storyline: As a small Missouri town’s community theater is putting on George
Bernard Shaw’s St. Joan, one of the town’s leading citizens is killed
in what at first seems to be a hunting accident. The lead actress,
fascinated as she is by her character’s relentless honesty and willingness
to confront truth, is equally fascinated by details of the incident that
don’t seem to fit with the official finding of accidental death.
There
are notable performances aplenty in this production but director Wendy C.
Goldberg keeps it an ensemble piece, moving her cast around the four-sided
arena stage even more than would be required simply because it is theater in
the round. She keeps mixing the elements together, creating a community not
just of individuals but of groups – families, friends, congregations,
colleagues. Jennifer Mudge, bright and cheerful as the bookkeeper at the
cheese plant who tries out for the part of Joan on a whim, gets some of her
cheerfulness from Linda Stephens as her mother in law who may be a
successful administrator at the local college now but has a free-spirited
past, having conceived her son during the rock festival at Woodstock. That
son, played by Brian Keane with an honest openness that simply feels small
townish, works at the plant where the boss used to care about his product
but sold out to economic opportunities presented by big business. That boss
is played with a satisfying mixture of self assurance, pride and pain by
Jack Willis who lets his character’s disappointments show through just a
bit.
This
is a town of extended family relationships. The plant boss’s son is the
smooth Scott Janes and his wronged wife is the silently suffering Monette
Magrath who is compelling as she turns explosive when the plot thickens. In
a town with four bars but five churches, the character of the Reverend is
key and David Fendig gives him a depth that avoids stereotype. David Tooney
is the Sheriff who's more interested in keeping a peaceful town than in
digging into the case.
All
this takes place in a physical world created by the combined efforts of set,
costume, lights and sound designers whose work is unusually well balanced.
The four low walls framing the stage have the wide horizons of the plains of
Middle America painted over a white background that could be Twain’s white
wash under one lighting condition, a glowing dusk in another. The town’s
buildings are miniature models that are moved about and off as the local of
individual scenes dictate. The lights switch from subtle to stark as
characters speak directly to the audience in an Our Town like
approach with a play within a play twist. It all creates an atmosphere of a
town worth visiting, a community worth knowing all within a mystery worth
solving.
Written by Lanford
Wilson. Directed by Wendy C. Goldberg. Design: Michael Brown (set) Anne
Kennedy (costumes) Nancy Schertler (lights) Timothy M. Thompson (sound) Pat
A. Flora (stage manager). Cast: Jennifer Mudge, Linda Stephens, Brian Keane,
Jack Willis, Scott Janes, Monette Magrath, David Fendig, David Toney, Jade
Wu, Jefferson Breland, Susan Lynskey, Mark Pinter. |
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January 17 – March 2, 2003
Theophilus North |
Reviewed January 24
Running time 2 hours 45 minutes
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There is a sense of excitement over a world
premiere. The fact that this premiere is of a stage adaptation of the last
novel by the author of Our Town, The Skin of Our Teeth and The
Matchmaker adds to the sense of importance. In fact, it might have taken
on so much weight from its innate importance that it smothered in
momentousness. But director Mark Cuddy avoids that pitfall and gets cast and
designers to deliver a light weight charmer of an evening. Yes, it has
important themes – self fulfillment, following dreams, the importance of
character over social status. But they aren’t hammered home with serious
self importance. They are slipped in between sly winks and a bit of chatter.
Storyline: In the middle
of the roaring 20’s, a young man becomes dissatisfied with his humdrum
existence as a teacher and sets out on a trip of self exploration around the
world – but his car breaks down after 125 miles as he approaches Newport
Rhode Island. He spends the summer charming the locals from all social
strata, solving some of their problems and learning the age-old lesson that
it isn’t where you are but who you are that is important, and heads home to
resume his life.
Thornton Wilder wrote this,
his last novel at the ripe old age of 75. Like its protagonist, Wilder had
intended a novel of much wider scope – a piece that re-visited all the major
locales that had been important in his life. The chapter on Newport,
however, took on such importance that it alone evolved into a full novel.
Wilder’s own description of the novel says it “is mostly wish-fulfillment
fantasy. There’s no law against dreaming.” He also explains “I was born an
identical twin; he lived an hour; if he had survived me he’d have been named
Theophilus – second sons have been so named for generations in the Wilder
line - so I wrote his memoirs.” Thank goodness there is no law against
dreaming.
While the novel was
narrated by its protagonist from old age, the play simplifies it all by just
showing the episodes in the summer Theophilus (never just “Theo”) spent in
the playground of the wealthy along Ocean Avenue. It is very episodic and
gathers its central threads slowly. The charm builds so that the second act
is much more satisfying than the first. But then, Oscar Hammerstein always
said a second act should be half as long as twice as good as the first.
Here, they get at least the “twice as good” part right. Hammerstein was, of
course, referring to a musical. This is not a musical but it does feature
some bright and sprightly period-sounding incidental music by Gregg Coffin
that may well be running around in your head long after the final curtain.
The principal pleasure of
the piece, though, is the performance of Matthew Floyd Miller as Theophilus.
A Broadway and regional theater veteran, Miller is making his Arena Stage
debut, giving Theophilus an easy going charm and likeability that makes it
easy to see why everyone he meets seems willing to let him into his or her
home, heart and mind. Six supporting actors take up all the roles of the men
and women in his world. All are very good indeed, particularly Edward James
Hyland whose collection of older men has a great deal of variety.
Written by Matthew
Burnett. Based on the novel by Thornton Wilder. Directed by Mark Cuddy.
Choreography by Terry Berliner. Design: G. W. Mercier (set and costumes) Ann
G. Wrightson (lights). Cast: Matthew Floyd Miller, Edward James Hyland,
Valerie Leonard, Sibhán Mahoney, Lynn Steinmetz, Michael Laurino, Andrew
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2002 – February 2, 2003
South Pacific
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Reviewed December 13
Running time 2 hours 55 minutes
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Hand it to Molly! In her first effort to direct a major American musical she
gets practically everything right. She makes the right decisions about
casting, she makes good decisions about design partners and she approaches
the material as it was intended to be approached – as a serious piece of
theater that uses the conventions of musicals and comedies to spin its magic
web while delivering a timeless message. Of particular importance, she
treats it as a work of the late 1940s when America was flush from the
experience of World War II rather than gunk it up with a lot of contemporary
references or hind-sighted corrections in its political view. As a result,
this deeply felt rejection of racial bigotry remains a full bodied, romantic
gem rather than becoming either trite or a tirade.Storyline: Three
stories out of James Michener’s Pulitzer Prize winning collection of stories
of life in the South Pacific theater of World War II combine into the
Pulitzer Prize wining musical that gave the world "Bali Ha’i," "Some
Enchanted Evening," "A Cockeyed Optimist," "There is Nothin’ Like a Dame,"
"I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair," "Younger Than Springtime,"
"Happy Talk," "Honey Bun," "This Nearly Was Mine" and, most importantly,
"You’ve Got To Be Carefully Taught." There’s the nurse from Little Rock who
falls for the French widower but can’t overcome her prejudice when she finds
out his late wife was Polynesian. There’s the Lieutenant from Boston who
loves but couldn’t think of marrying the daughter of the Polynesian seller
of trinkets and souvenirs. And then there is the con-man from the Sea Bees.
Arena’s production is beautiful from its bougainvillea and corrugated tin
siding backdrop to its lush sound coming from the pit where music director
George Fulginiti-Shakar conducts a thirteen player orchestra. They produce a
satisfying version of Robert Russell Bennett’s original orchestrations.
George Hummel, who doubles on flute and piccolo, finesses the filigrees that
reinforce the delicious melodies of Richard Rodgers. Kate Edmunds approaches
the task of designing a set for this in-the-round production with a fine eye
for details that hint at the locale rather than building structures that
dominate the action. It is a fine approach with smooth set changes
facilitating rather than interrupting the story-telling. Allen Lee Hughes’
lighting design, on the other hand, gets a bit hyperactive, drawing more
attention to itself than it should and Baayork Lee’s choreography is a bit
campy at times and never achieves the feeling of release some of the music
calls for.
The cast is a mix of Potomac Region regulars and visitors with Broadway
and national credits. Kate Baldwin comes to town to be
the nurse whose cockeyed optimism entrances both the audience and the mature
French planter, who discovers her "across a crowded room." Richard White,
who originated the title role in Maury Yeston’s glorious musical, Phantom
(not to be confused with Phantom of the Opera which is playing on
Broadway), plays the planter with dignity to match his booming voice.
They have a very real chemistry together on stage. There’s less chemistry
between Brad Anderson and Liz Paw as the Lieutenant who falls for Bloody
Mary’s daughter, Liat. The sparks fly, however, when Lori Tan Chinn reprises
her work as Bloody Mary in last year’s made for television version of the
show. Local favorite Lawrence Redmond is a lot of fun as the Sea Bee who is
smitten with Nurse Nellie.
White’s "This Nearly Was Mine" is the topper for the scene that Molly
Smith beautifully stages as the heart of the show. Starting with the song
Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote to express the simple emotions of homesickness
that plague soldiers in far away places ("My Girl Back Home") the real
message of the play breaks out in one of the bravest moments in
Hammerstein’s long history of staging moral messages in popular
entertainments – "You’ve Got To Be Carefully Taught" (to hate all the people
your relatives hate, to hate all the people whose eyes are oddly made or
whose skin is a different shade).
Book by Oscar Hammerstein II and Joshua Logan. Lyrics by Oscar
Hammerstein II. Music by Richard Rodgers. Directed by Molly Smith. Musical
Direction by Geroge Fulginiti-Shakar. Choreography by Baayork Lee. Design:
Kate Edmunds (set) Robert Perdziola (costumes) Allen Lee Hughes (lights)
Timothy M. Thompson (sound). Cast: Kate Baldwin, Richard White, Brad
Anderson, Lori Tan Chinn, Lawrence Redmond, Liz Paw, J. Fred Shiffman, Kyle
Prue, Tuyet Thi Pham, Max Perlman, Michael L. Forrest, Madeline Elena
Holland, Brian Jordan Riemer. |
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November 1 – December 22, 2002
Ma Rainey’s Black
Bottom |
Reviewed November 8, 2002
Running time 2 hours 55 minutes
Price Range $35 - $53
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Early in the first act of August Wilson’s look
at the world of African-American artists in the 1920s, the piano player in
Ma Rainey’s band, played with his unique persona by Frederick Strother, has
a line that is a challenge to any company producing the play: "Style ain’t
nothin’ but keeping the same idea from the beginning to the end." Sounds
easy. Is hard. Arena does it.Storyline: In 1927, at the height of her
success as a touring and recording vocalist and bandleader on the black
artists vaudeville circuit, Ma Rainey brings her band into a studio in
Chicago to record "The Black Bottom" and other songs. The players in the
band trade stories, brag and argue while waiting for the session to begin
while Ma’s white manager tries to keep the white record producer satisfied
despite Ma’s demands.
Director Tazwell Thompson has assembled a production that is balanced in
all respects, "keeping the same idea from beginning to the end." Wilson’s
script calls for players who can support each other in both conversational
and confrontational modes and Thompson makes sure each gets his or her
moment or moments to shine without interrupting the flow of the story. The
members of the band form the real backbone of the play. As the bassist,
Clinton Derricks-Carroll has the audience eating out of the palm of his hand
at least twice but never makes it seem that the evening is about him. Given
the prominence of the part it could be argued that the evening really is
about the trumpet player and Gavin Lawrence carries that weight with
apparent effortlessness but never steals a scene. Strother has many of the
best lines but never seems to be a spokesperson for the playwright – he
makes the pianist the frequently ignored sage of the group.
Tina Fabrique is Ma, a road wise and battle hardened pro who knows that
her only way to control her own destiny is to make her demands as flamboyant
and trying as possible before she signs a contract because once the man
holds the rights, she’s just another employee. Wilson structures his script
to exercise some of that same strategy, delaying her actual performance of
"The Black Bottom" to Act II after the character of Ma has been well used to
set up the final tension of the play. When Fabrique finally gets to let
loose she doesn’t disappoint. Her "Black Bottom" was well worth waiting for.
The production is in balance visually as well. Donald Eastman’s
double-decker set places the white man’s domain of office and sound booth
towering above the recording studio and band room, the domain of the black
entertainers. Hugh Nees, as Ma’s manager, tries to run interference between
the two levels in another of his satisfying performances.
Written by August Wilson. Directed by Tazwell Thompson. Fight
choreography by Brad Waller. Design: Donald Eastman (set) Merrily
Murray-Walsh (costumes) Robert Wierzel (lights) Fabian Obispo (sound). Cast:
Tina Fabrique, Gavin Lawrence, Clinton Derricks-Carroll, Frederick Strother,
Hugh Staples, Timmy Ray James, Hugh Nees, Kashi-Tara, Kenyatta Rogers,
Stephen M. McWilliams. |
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September 27 – November 3, 2002
The Misanthrope |
Reviewed October 4
Running time 2 hours 50 minutes
Playing in the Fichandler
Price range $34 - $57
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Sumptuous – that is the word for this mounting of Moliére’s Misanthrope.
Written at the height of the gaudy excesses of the reign of Louis XIV of
France, it is here clothed in all the finery of the court of "The Sun King"
with all the prancing and posturing that the court would have expected,
making it a spectacle worth seeing for its visual impact alone. Add Moliére’s biting wit, clever plot and energetic performances and you have
an evening’s entertainment worthy of, well, a King.
Storyline: One man is so devoted to the concept that absolute honesty is
the best policy he rejects the hypocrisy underlying the basic practices of
polite society. In a time when the most insincere flattery was the staple of
social intercourse, his rejection of even the most innocent of white lies
may cost him his social status, his economic wellbeing, his friends and the
hand of his love. But he must stick to his principals.
Director Penny Metropulos has not created a museum piece but rather has
brought one of Moliére’s best known comedies to life. Close attention to
manners in this comedy of manners makes it seem that these actors and
actresses have been bowing and curtsying in approved court style with all
the flourishes and precise postures for their entire lives. Body language is
as clear (and as clearly hypocritical) as spoken language. In the title
role, Michael Emerson’s physical comedy is as funny and carries as much of
Moliére’s criticism of court customs as his verbal jibes. Indeed, his silent
reactions to some of the more outlandish statements of the practitioners of
court etiquette – slow burns, double takes and stutters of exasperation –
are sometimes funnier than some of the funniest lines in Ranjit Bolt’s
literate translation of the original French. Emmerson includes the audience
in his searching gaze when seeking sincerity which silently seems to include
all of the political posturing of this modern capitol city in his
condemnation of court intrigue.
Bolt’s script is denser and heavier than some other translations of
Moliére, lacking some of the sparkling nature of, say, the work of Richard
Wilbur which is currently on display in Catalyst Theatre’s production of
Moliére’s later work The Learned Ladies. There are fewer big laugh
lines but many precious moments of insight mixed into a very easy to follow
exposition of the plot that flows cleanly throughout the evening. The
density of his text is a perfect match for the sumptuousness of the entire
production. Metropulos, directing her first show at Arena, brought both a
set designer and a costume designer from her team at the Oregon Shakespeare
Festival where she is Associate Artistic Director. Both contribute
marvelously opulent designs which were enhanced by the work of lighting and
sound designers well known to Arena audiences.
A similar mixture is evident in the cast. Both Emerson (an Emmy winner
for his work on "The Practice") and leading lady Nance Williamson are new to
this stage but, on the basis of this appearance, must be welcomed back at
any time. Also commanding attention in a first Arena appearance is Patrick
Husted. Among the players returning to Arena with delightful effect are John
Leonard Thompson, Naomi Jacobson and Lawrence Redmond. The opening scene
between Thompson and Emerson is so clearly staged and so sharply played that
it sets a very high standard for the entire evening. The standard can’t be
met all night long, but the play never seems to dip much below the level of
delightful and frequently rises to the level of sublime.
Written by Moliére. Translated by Ranjit Bolt. Directed by Penny
Metropulos. Design: William Bloodgood (set) Deborah M. Dryden (costumes)
Allen Lee Hughes (lights) Timothy M. Thompson (sound) Lynn Watson (speech
and vocal consultant) Scott Suchman (photos). Cast: Michel Emerson, Nance
Williamson, John Leonard Thompson, Patrick Husted, Lawrence Redmond, Naomi
Jacobson, Morgan Duncan, Heather Robinson, Carl. J. Cofield, Ian LeValley,
Timothy Getman. |
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April 26 - June 16, 2002
A Moon for the Misbegotten |
Reviewed May 2
Running time 2 hours 45 minutes |
In this lovely to look at production, Molly
Smith seems determined to avoid the sin that too many productions of Eugene
O’Neill's later plays commit, overplaying the anger at the expense of the
affection. These plays were the author’s own exploration of his family
history – particularly with regard to his eldest brother whose failings
Eugene was not able to understand let alone forgive during his lifetime.
Director Smith concentrates on the charm, gentle humor and likeability of
the three key characters but does so at the expense of some of the drama,
sorrow, guilt and angst that O’Neill placed just below the surface.
Storyline: A tenant farmer and his daughter are scraping out a hardscrabble
existence in the rocky farm country of Connecticut. The daughter sends the
father away one night so she can be alone with their neighbor who, while a
drunk and a failure, has always been dear to her heart.
As the brief storyline shows, this is a play that paints portraits rather
than tells stories. There are minimalist subplots such as the feud between
the father and the wealthy land owner over the control of the father’s pigs
that tend to wonder into and contaminate the land owner’s ice pond. But what
happens in the moonlit night is simply that the main characters are
themselves and the audience gets to know what makes them tick. The genius of
O’Neill is that they are intensely human with all the imperfections that
implies but with all the value that implies as well.
The neighbor is the same James Tyrone, Jr. that O’Neill’s more
autobiographical masterpiece Long Days Journey Into Night introduced
as a drunken actor. Here his descent into self destruction has progressed
beyond recall – at least that seems the standard view. As Tuck Milligan
plays him in this production, there is a feeling that redemption would still
be possible if only he found a reason to go on. Janice Duclos could be that
reason, and she plays the larger-than-life woman of the earth with a
strength of self-image that makes her something of a mystery. She’s so fair
of face and seems so confident in her own persona that her habit of putting
herself down and playing the tramp is confusing.
This approach, whether the choices of the actors or of the director,
makes the finale something less than shattering. Instead, the lovely
lighting effect by Allen Lee Hughes that takes the rocky precipice of Kate
Edmunds’ impressive set from moonlit night to a redemptive glow of sunrise
focuses on the possibilities of the future, not the failures of the past. In
these hands, A Moon for the Misbegotten becomes a redemption play.
Written by Eugene O’Neill. Directed by Molly Smith. Design: Kate
Edmunds (set) Allen Lee Hughes (lights) Rosemary Pardee (costumes) Timothy
M. Thompson (sound.) Cast: Tuck Milligan, Janice Duclos, Robert Hogan, David
Fendig, J. Fred Shiffman. |
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March 29 - May 12, 2002
Polk County |
Reviewed April 5
Running time 2 hours 45 minutes
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A perceptive and genuinely affectionate portrait
of life in a black work camp in the south at the start of the great
depression has been rescued from obscurity and lovingly mounted in a warmly
human and very musical production. The discovery of the text in the files of
the Library of Congress is surely an unintended benefit of the founding
fathers’ decision to empower the Congress to grant limited-time exclusive
rights to creators of "useful art." That the system the Congress adopted
provided that a copy be deposited with its library has resulted in the
survival of hundreds of thousands of unpublished scripts by thousands of
authors, famous and unknown. Finding the cream of this crop is a monumental
and sometimes totally unpredictable process. Surely, finding this unproduced
work by a major voice of the Harlem Renaissance whose portraits of life
among the poor black population of the rural south from whence she sprang
are legendary was a stroke of luck as much as it was the product of diligent
effort (something without which luck rarely occurs).
Storyline: This is a "Comedy of Negro Life on a Sawmill Camp with
Authentic Negro Music" but, while it contains a great deal of humor and a
lot of music, it is no "musical comedy." It is a richly detailed portrayal
of the working men of the isolated camps in Florida’s pine forests and the
women in their world set in a "juke" where they gather after being paid on
Friday. The drinking, gambling, singing, dancing, fighting, loving and
socializing goes on through Saturday night.
Written in 1944 by the well known novelist, short story writer and
chronicler of rural southern blacks in the early part of this century, Zora
Neale Hurston, with an assist by the practically unknown Dorothy Waring,
Polk County was never produced. The copy found in the Library would take
over four hours to perform today, but director Kyle Donnelly and former
Arena Stage Literary Manager Cathy Madison honed it down to its current
smoothly producible shape. Stephen Wade, well known for his years performing
Banjo Dancing at Arena, collected, adapted, arranged and, in some
instances, composed a set of songs and dance music that fulfills Hurston and
Waring’s promise of a comedy "with Authentic Negro Music." Blues,
barrelhouse rags, reels, clog dancing, church songs all combine to give the
weekend revelry of the workers and their women the sense of release, pride
and joy that the script demands.
As is so often the case at Arena, the cast is an ensemble of extremely
talented players. Harriett D. Foy is tough as nails and proud as the dickens
but her soft spot for her man is tender and true. That man is David Toney
who returns the affection with a palpable joy at his good fortune in finding
her. That joy sets up his torment when he thinks he’s been done wrong. Gin
Hammond is radiant as the newcomer that enchants the eligible men in the
juke and even wins over the women. Smaller parts get strong portrayals as
well, in part because of the perceptive writing which gives the actors a
great deal of meat to work with, and in part because the actors are so good.
Yusef Miller, Rudy Roberson, Ida Elrod Eustis, Hugh Nees – they all make as
much as they should of their roles but never cross over into grandstanding.
E. Faye Butler stomps on late in the evening with a persona so strong that
it could steal the show away. But she’s not there to commit theater theft,
she’s there to support an ensemble and she does precisely that, making her
character’s brief moments on stage the event the script envisions.
Polk County was and is a real place. The sawmills that flourished for
fifty years until the pine forests began to give out in the 1930s were hard
on the workers. Hurston is known for her chronicling of those lives but here
she and Warring concentrate on the off-hours, when the society of their
fellows was of importance to these people rather than the exertions of the
job or the injustices of the outside world. In this self-contained,
insulated little world, these people were almost free of those pressures.
The boss still owned the place and the men still went to work worried over
the safety of the women, but Friday and Saturday nights were the time for
letting go. Polk County gives us all a chance to experience that.
Written by Zora Neale Hurston and Dorothy Waring. Adapted by Kyle
Donnelly and Cathy Madison. Directed by Kyle Donnelly. Music direction by
Stephen Wade. Dance staging by Dianne McIntyre and Earl White. Fight
choreography by Michael Jerome Johnson. Design: Thomas Lynch (set) Paul
Tazewell (costumes) Allen lee Hughes (lights). Cast: David Toney, Carl
Cofield, Keith N. Johnson, Bus Howard, Andre Montgomery, S. Robert Morgan,
Harriett D. Foy, Rudy Roberson, Gabriella Goyette, Sherri LaVie Linton, Ida
Elrod Eustis, Hugh Nees, Perri Gaffney, Clinton Derricks-Carroll, E. Fay
Butler, Gin Hammond, Yusef Miller. Musicians: Morris Ardoin, John Cephas,
Daryl Davis, Norvus Miller, Phil Wiggins. |
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February 22 - April 7, 2002
True West |
Reviewed March 2
Running time 2 hours
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Sam Shepard is known for many things, most notably acting and play writing.
As a playwright he is also known for many things, most notably powerful
dialogue and emotional outbursts. Most of his plays, especially his earliest
work, suffer from a lack of discipline in plot and structure. If you’ve ever
wanted to find out what his dialogue and his fireworks would be like when
carefully disciplined, check out the first act of True West in the
production Howard Shalwitz is directing at Arena.Storyline: Two
brothers, one a struggling screenwriter on the brink of what he hopes will
be a breakthrough assignment and the other a drifter with a story idea for a
movie, are holed up in their Mother’s house east of Los Angeles while she’s
off on a trip to Alaska. Their task is to write a screenplay based on the
drifter’s story but their egos, passions, old psychic injuries and shared
history have them at each other’s throats. Will one kill the other before
the script is completed?
Shalwitz makes the first act, which sets up all the elements of Shepard’s
work, play with a relentless clarity. The character traits of each brother
are so clearly established, the motivations of each are so plainly revealed
and the situation in which they find themselves so unmistakably set up that
the act itself is a fascinating and satisfying play. If it ended at
intermission it would still have been a pleasure. After intermission,
however, Shepard takes his characters farther down the road of sibling
rivalry. Some of the sense of play writing discipline that marked the first
act is lost in the release of anger and the descent of the rational brother
(the playwright) to the level of the initially irrational one (the drifter)
and vice versa. You know there is a major shift in approach as the house
lights dim after intermission and the sound system, which had opened Act I
with a classic western music sound of "Cool Water," now blares a discordant
rock-guitar riff on the same material. Then the lights come up on a scene
which is almost the reverse of the opener. Now the drifter is at the table
where the writer had been while the writer is over in the corner where the
drifter had been, wearing the same shirt the drifter had worn. The
turn-around is abrupt and the play is off on a Sam Shepard gallop of
released emotions that kills off a typewriter and maybe a writer.
Todd Cerveris takes the part of the initially rational brother through
the widest range of emotional change while Ted Koch’s performance as the
drifter is more consistent simply because that is the way Shepard wrote it.
Both unleash angers and frustrations with gusto. As Shepard takes their
rivalry to its logical extension they are both fascinating to watch. David
Marks, as the producer for whom they are attempting to write their
screenplay, is a worthy foil in his short scenes. Nancy Robinette has but
one scene but it is a pip as she avoids overdoing the comic shock of her
discovery of what the boys have done to her home.
That home is a picture-perfect importation of the kitchen of a suburban
bungalow of the time and place, down to the linoleum on the floor which is
identical to some I’ve seen in LA suburban homes. The smell of coffee
actually reaches the back row of the theater when the boys use the "Mr.
Coffee" in the first act, as does the aroma of toast in the second. Behind
the house are the San Gabriel Mountains, silhouetted against the sky at dusk
and showing the depth of canyons at dawn as Nancy Schertler lights up Loy
Arcenas’ set.
Written by Sam Shepard. Directed by Howard Shalwitz. Fight Choreography
by Brad Waller. Design: Lay Arcenas (set) Rosemary Ingham (costumes) Nancy
Schertler (lights) Neil McFadden (sound.) Cast: Ted Koch, Todd Cerveris,
David Marks, Nancy Robinette. |
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January 11 - February 17, 2002
On The Jump |
Reviewed January 23
Running time 2 hours 35 minutes |
Devotees of the light romantic comedy style of plays or movies will enjoy
this new addition to the lengthy list of bright stories of young women who
find true love through an unlikely set of events. Combining elements from
the Cinderella story, It’s a Wonderful Life, The Philadelphia
Story, Sleepless in Seattle and so many more, On The Jump
is an enjoyable, engaging and entertaining evening.Storyline: A young
woman goes to a bridge to jump off but sees a young man on the opposite
railing apparently about to do the same. She attracts his attention but he
looses his balance and falls in, leaving his jacket on the rail. She
attempts to return it to his family and break the news but, since there was
a wedding ring in the jacket, they presume she was his bride and take her
in. Plot twists keep the evening going to a final happy ending.
This is a smooth, well-told romantic comedy. The characters are all
clearly sketched and their personalities are all pleasant – no villains or
mysterious dirty doers to break the feel of congeniality. It is well
structured, telling the story straight out without a lot of diversions,
digressions or flashbacks. There’s plenty of sparkling dialogue, mostly of
the cute quip variety as when the heroine responds to a reference to the
devil: "Lucifer? Wasn’t that Cinderella’s Cat?" or when she tells the butler
that she’d previously been married but it wasn’t a successful marriage and
he asks "unlike your most recent one?"
The heroine in this case is pert and perky Andrea Anders. She has a way
with a quip and gives a sense of substance to a role that could easily be
played too lightly. David Barlow also manages to find some substance as the
other would-be-jumper on the bridge. The brightest performance of the bunch,
however, comes from Holly Twyford as Anders’ friend. She picks up the pace
at just the points where the plot calls for a slight boost.
Director Wendy C. Goldberg uses a set designer new to Arena, Alexander
Dodge. He places all the locations on a deep blue patterned floor out of
which rise the railings of the bridge, a bar or a bed while patios and
restaurant booths slide on from the corners. It is a fluid world he has
crafted and Goldberg moves the action over its surfaces as smoothly as if
the blue floor was ice. Lighting design always plays a big part in the
success or failure of shows in the Fishandler because the demands of the
theater in the round format places such constraints on the set design as the
audience must be able to view the action from all four sides all the time.
Michael Gilliam’s patterned lights help create the feel of the locations
while Timothy M. Thomson’s music cues – from Sinatra to Tony Bennet to Henry
Mancini – reinforce the romantic-comedy-movie impression. Anne Kennedy’s
bright and detailed costumes complete the picture. From the austere butler
garb for John Dow to the beaded bell bottoms for Holly Twyford to the pea
jacket and sweater for David Barlow she gives each character a look that is
both distinctive and telling.
Written by John Glore. Directed by Wendy C. Goldberg. Design:
Alexander Dodge (set) Michael Gilliam (lights) Anne Kennedy (costumes)
Timothy M. Thompson (sound.) Cast: Andrea Anders, David Barlow, Holly
Twyford, John Dow, Victoria Boothby, Bernie Passeltiner, Naomi Jacobson,
Michael Russotto. |
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December 7, 2001 - February 3, 2002
Blues in the Night |
Reviewed December 14
Running time 2 hours 5 minutes |
Something more than merely a marvelous concert
of the blues but something distinctly different (not necessarily less) than
a musical play, this revival of Sheldon Epps’ Tony Award nominated
entertainment is full of satisfying musical moments. If you come to this
revue expecting something like Jelly’s Last Jam or even Epps’ last
work to play the Arena, Play On!, and you may find confusion gets in
the way of enjoyment – you could wait too long for the "play" to start. But
approach it as a theatrical setting for an exploration of the tradition of
black "blues queens" the likes of Bessie Smith and Ma Rainey and you’ll have
a fine time as three ladies and their man work their way through 26 songs
backed by a solid five player combo.Storyline: Three blues singers
occupy three rooms in a run-down Chicago hotel in the 1930’s: the young
"girl" just starting out on her career, the "woman" in her prime and the
"lady" who’s learned it all on the road. One man represents all their men.
Together and separately they sing a sampling of the brand of the blues
popularized by the best of the black blues belters of the 1920s, 30s and 40s
and the popular music they inspired.
Cynthia Hardy is the "girl." Svelte and sexy, she sells everything from
Bessie Smith’s "Reckless Blues" to Vernon Duke’s "Taking a Chance on Love" –
one of the bluest songs ever written by a white Russian immigrant whose real
name was Vladimir Dukelsky. Chandra Currelley is the "woman." While she can
growl with the best of them on things like "Rough and Ready Man," she gets
most intense when at her most intimate with gems like Billy Strayhorn’s
"Lush Life." The "lady" makes the most direct contact with her audience.
Bernardine Mitchell has seen it all and sings about it.
Support for this trio comes from Charles E. Bullock as the man in the
saloon downstairs from the rooms of the ladies. He even gets his own solos.
But he’s not here to cover male contributions to the art of the blues such
as a Joe Williams or King Pleasure. Instead, he’s singing Ida Cox’s "Wild
Women Don’t Have the Blues" and Bessie Smith’s "Baby Doll."
A solid band featuring Arthur Dawkins on reeds and Fred Irby, III on
trumpet is lead by William Knowles. They play charts written by Sy Johnson
that give them space for a lot of very nice touches.
Conceived and originally directed by Sheldon Epps. Directed by Kenny
Leon. Choreographed by Patdro Harris. Musical direction by Dwight Andrews.
Design: Vicki R. Davis (set) Susan E. Mickey (costume) Ann G. Wrightson
(lights) Timothy M. Thompson (sound.) Band: William Knowles, Arthur Dawkins,
Thomas Short, Fred Irby, III, Richard Seals. Cast: Chandra Currelley,
Cynthia hardy, Bernardine Mitchell, Charles E. Bullock. |
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November 1 - December 9, 2001
Of Mice And Men |
Reviewed November 9
Running Time 2 hours 45 minutes |
Many talents contribute to the successful staging of John Steinbeck’s
depression-era drama at Arena Stage but the principal credit must go to
director Liz Diamond, making her debut in this town. Steinbeck’s story is
simple and his characters are intriguing so she keeps the staging simple and
focuses on her cast of talented performers bringing these people to life.
The result is very satisfying.Storyline: Lennie, an infantile giant
whose strength makes him dangerous and George, his protective friend, arrive
on a farm in California. The two migrant workers fled their previous
employment after Lennie got into trouble. They hope to earn enough money to
set up their own small farm but the inability of Lennie, in his innocence,
to control his impulses lead them back into trouble.
Jack Willis makes a touching innocent giant whose every emotion and
thought is clearly reflected in facial mannerisms and body language. As a
complete innocent, his Lennie has no artifice. It is a pleasure watching the
subtle way he creates this simple, guileless creature with small touches and
glances. George is a more conventional role but Steven Barker Turner finds
some depth in it while also moving the story right along.
Arena comes up to its usual standard in casting the supporting roles.
Steinbeck populated his story with intriguing characters and this cast makes
each an interesting individual. Particularly impressive are Terrence Currier
as an old farm hand who knows he’s approaching the end of his ability to
keep a job, Ray Aranha as the sole black employee on the farm, Dwayne Nitz
as the swaggering, insecure son of the boss and Maggie Lacey as his wife.
Riccardo Hernandez’ set is elegantly rustic, keeping the focus on the
story. Nancy Schertler contributes significantly with a lighting design that
nicely establishes time and tone without drawing attention to itself.
Director Diamond solves the age-old dilemma of getting a dead body off a
stage without a curtain to close. Frequently this is done by dimming the
lights enough so the audience can pretend it didn’t see the performer get up
and walk off. Diamond, on the other hand, deftly lights the deceased’s
departure making a lovely moment out of an awkward necessity.
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