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February 6 - March 8, 2008
Swimming in the Shallows
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway
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1:20 - no intermission
A slight comic fantasy with a bizarre twist
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After two Helen Hayes Award Nominations for acting, Artistic Director Scott
Fortier takes up director's duties for the first time with a slightly
schizophrenic comedy by Adam Bock. Fortier imposes no grand concepts on this
already concept-laden piece, and this is a good thing, for the feather-light
comedy would collapse under the pressure of an individual theater's effort
to make its production stand out from the others the play has had. It has
had quite a few ever since it was performed at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival
in Scotland six years ago. Its popularity among small theater groups seems
to be based on the immediate interest of potential audiences when they learn
that it is a "man falls in love with shark at the aquarium" story, but there
really is more going on here than this twist. Yes, the theme from Jaws can
be heard just before the shark makes his entrance, and there is the requisite
dorsal fin in the costume design. But the "man loves shark / shark loves
man" story is just one of the light and slight stories of pairs striving to
be couples.
Storyline: Three couples struggle with
desires and commitment. A married couple face strife as she tries to
simplify her life by getting rid of extraneous physical possessions while he
plies her with gifts. A lesbian couple think they will live happily ever
after if only the smoker in the pair could quit. The strangest of the
couples, however, is a gay man who thinks he has found the love of his life
but his intended is, literally, a shark he first saw swimming in the giant
tank at the aquarium.
Bock is a
Canadian-born playwright now working in San Francisco, where he revels in
the title "a gay playwright." He says "it's who I am!" He wrote The Thugs
which won a 2006 Obie Award. Swimming in the Shallows brought him a
2006 nomination for the GLAAD (Gay & Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation)
Award for theater which features fair, accurate and inclusive representation
of gay people. He's got two new plays premiering in New York this season.
This is the Potomac Region premiere of this play and it gives Catalyst and
Fortier a chance to try something a bit lighter than their usual fare but
still feature a sense of the off-the-wall or unusual which seems to attract
their attention. At its essence, it is a "be careful what you wish for" play
that mines the topic for quirky humor. At just about the length of a movie,
and with Catalyst's pricing policy making a ticket only 75 cents more than a
movie at the nearest cinema (Union Station theatres now charge $9.25 for
evening movies), this diversion is competitive with a light "date flick."
Christopher Janson and Patrick Bussink team up as the
cross-species pair. Janson avoids overdoing affectations as the openly gay
man who has a history of short love affairs that constitute not much more
than one night stands, and Bussink manages to look appealing in his
fin-equipped wet suit, always moving at least just a bit because, as we all
know, a shark needs to keep moving in order to keep water flowing through
his gills. There is an honest sense of sexual chemistry between them which
helps make this portion of the multi-couple, interconnected-stories play
work fairly well.
The same-species couples are Scott Bailey and Ellen
Young as the married heterosexual couple and September Marie Fortier and
Adrienne Nelson as a lesbian couple struggling with nicotine addiction. Ms.
Fortier's performance seems driven by just how strong the urge to smoke has
become for each scene which makes her plight completely understandable to
anyone who has taken up smoking and then tried to stop.
Written by Adam Bock. Directed by Scott Fortier.
Design: Tom Donahue (set) Kathleen Geldard (costumes) Brian S. Allard
(lights) David Lamont Wilson (sound) Joe Shymanski (photography) Carey Stipe
(stage manager). Cast: Scott Bailey, Patrick Bussink, September Marie
Fortier, Christopher Janson, Adrienne Nelson, Ellen Young.
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October 3 - November 3, 2007
The Trial
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:10 - one intermission
A stage adaptation of Kafka's unfinished novel
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Christopher Gallu directs his own stage adaptation of Franz Kafka's
posthumously assembled and published novel, the story of a man arrested without ever being informed of the
charges against him. Using an effectively claustrophobic set including two
large screens for rear projection visuals, narration by the disembodied
voice of Ralph Cosham and an eight-member cast for the more than two dozen
characters, Gallu gets the story across with clarity and a sense of style.
What doesn't come across, however, is any rational reaction to the situation
by the accused man, played with a supremely civilized sense of propriety by
Dave Johnson. He takes the character through emotions from curiosity through
bemusement and finally to irritation. What seems missing is fear,
foreboding, apprehension, frustration, anxiety and exasperation - all of
which would surely beset a man finding himself in such a situation. Whether it is his choice or
Gallu's, the blandness of Johnson's
reactions seem to minimize the importance of the dilemma facing Kafka's
hero and, thus, the importance of the story itself.
Storyline: A mid-level bank official is informed that he is under arrest,
but no one will let him know the charge against him and he isn't detained or
kept from going to the office to conduct business. He's advised to hire a
lawyer, but the lawyer proves to be little help, principally just telling him
how serious the matter is and how much he needs his services - but never
actually mounting a defense or even sharing any information with him about
the case against him.
Catalyst produced another stage adaptation of a Kafka
novel two years ago.
Metamorphosis, the story of a man who awakes one
morning to learn not that he's under arrest for an unspecified crime but,
rather, that he's turning into an insect. That production was directed by
Jim Petosa and featured a script by Steven Burkoff and the highly
emotional leading performance of Scott Fortier. That this production is
less compelling and less satisfying than that earlier one might be in part
because it is being directed by its own author - always a tricky business
because the interchange between author and director is an important part of
a work's premiere presentation. Or, it may just be that Gallu's script
isn't as strong as Burkoff's, that his direction isn't as effective as Petosa's
or that Johnson is no Fortier. But, truth to tell, it seems that it is a result of the fact
that Kafka's earlier story is more suited to a theatrical presentation than
is this later piece which was never actually completed in Kafka's lifetime.
It was assembled from his papers and published after his death.
Gallu's script takes advantage of Kafka's descriptive
writing about the many minor characters which populate the accused man's
world. This gives the talented group of supporting actors something to sink
their teeth into as they move from character to character. Ashley Ivey is
particularly good at distinguishing between the three specific characters
he's portraying - especially that of another man caught up in the maw of the
judicial system who has been completely worn down by five years of
bureaucratic nonsense. Grady Weatherford is distinctive as the artist who,
having painted the portraits of many of the judges of the court, claims to
know a good deal about how they work. Christopher Janson and Jim Jorgensen
pair up to make the arresting officials (Police? Bailiff? Sheriff?)
something of a vaudeville team, while Ellen Young is strongest as the accused
man's landlady.
Catalyst has made a habit of filling the east end of
the confining space of the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop's black box theater
with striking structures for their shows, and Michael D'Addario's elegantly
efficient set for this production is no exception. Two large rear-projection
screens flank a triangular playing space throughout most of the evening. But
when the world begins to close in on the hero, the walls pivot inward to
literally close in on him. Throughout the production, projections, designed
by D'Addario, expand the world being represented by revealing details of time
and place and providing labels for the scenes. (There are actually three
projection surfaces, for D'Addario also uses the back wall as a screen at
times.) Adding atmosphere to the piece is a fine soundscape from Brendon
Vierra.
Directed and adapted for the stage by Christopher Gallu.
Based on the
novel by Franz Kafka. Directed by Christopher Gallu. Design: Michael
D'Addario (set and video) Kathleen Geldard (costumes) Jason Cowperthwaite
(lights) Brendon Vierra (sound) Joe Shymanski (photography) Lacey Talero
(stage manager). Cast: Catherine Deadman, Ashley Ivey, Christopher Janson,
Dave Johnson, Jim Jorgensen, Elizabeth Richards, Grady Weatherford, Ellen
Young and the voice of Ralph Cosham.
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May 2 - June 2, 2007
The Flu Season
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:10 - one
intermission
A strong cast in a meandering play of perception versus reality
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Will
Eno's bizarrely structured play of a couple in a mental health institution,
and the staff who ignore their plight to concentrate on personal pursuits,
is an example of the post-modern dramatic form which is to theater as cubism
is to the visual arts. Here it is performed in a highly self-aware, very
theatrical mode by performers who are a pleasure to watch. Three pairs of
performers take turns in the forefront as Eno shifts the emphasis time and
time again. It takes effort to keep up with the shifting ground in what may
be one story or two ... or three. Director Jessica Burgess provides a
staging that helps the audience at least try to follow the meandering piece,
and keeps the point of focus clear even when the story isn't. Eno's
language is often intriguing and there are many individual lines that sound
as they go by as if they would be worth contemplating. On stage,
however, little time is provided for contemplation and much of the verbal
richness might well be better savored from the text in print than in
performance.
Storyline: Prologue and Epilogue present a play about which they cannot
agree. They can't even agree on its title. Prologue says it is "The Snow
Romance." Epilogue says it is "The Flu Season." It concerns Man and Woman.
They meet and fall in love. Or not. Man and Woman happen to be in a hospital
for psychiatric patients. Can love flourish among the patients? Can they
know their own minds - and hearts? The presence of Doctor and Nurse isn't
going to effect the course of true love. But, then, true love isn't going to
be allowed to effect orderly administration of the hospital either. Which
play will prevail? Will either play prevail?
Eno seems more interested in the process of storytelling
than in stories. Here he shifts rapidly from one view to another, while
giving the audience careful clues as to which view is the topic of the
moment before moving on to another. His language is precisely vague or
vaguely imprecise - depending on the speaker. Catalyst would have served its
audience better had they included some information about Eno in the program.
(Why do we often get biographical information on everyone but the
playwright?) For the record, Eno is a Massachusetts born, New York based
playwright whose best known play, the strangely titled solo-performance
piece THOM PAIN (based on nothing) was nominated for a Pulitzer, and
who has received fellowships from both the Guggenheim and the Edward Albee
Foundation. His plays are noted for wordplay and a concentration on
structure.
Dan Via and Gillian Porter are the vulnerable,
insecure couple who oh-so-tentatively reach out for intimacy. Via is good at
the buttoned up restraint of the part and Porter makes her character's need
for some human contact and affection painfully clear. Jim Jorgensen, who is
so very good at awkward silence as well as the actual delivery of lines, is
the Doctor, and Ellen Young gets the Nurse's conflict between the urge to
nurture and the devotion to proper procedure just right. The play within a
play aspect of the piece gives Alexander Strain and Michael John Casey, as
Prologue and Epilogue, plenty of pithy lines as they struggle with each other
for control of the play, debating its meaning and shifting its focus.
This is the second set that Tom Donahue has
designed for the challenging space Catalyst uses at the Capital Hill Arts
Workshop, and the second time he has produced an environment that allows the
director freedom to move the cast about in the world of the play
efficiently, creating different locales without breaking the flow. David C. Ghatan's effective use of the lights he can cram into the space helps a good
deal too. Since the theater doesn't have any space above the stage, he's
constrained both in how many lights he can use and where he can place them,
but he keeps coming up with admirable designs despite the limitations.
Written by Will Eno. Directed by Jessica
Burgess. Design: Tom Donahue (set) Debra Kim Sivigny (costumes) Jennifer Yu
(properties) David C. Ghatan (lights) Erik Trester (sound) Joe
Shymanski (photography) Ellen Houseknecht (stage manager). Cast: Michael
John Casey, Jim Jorgensen, Ghillian Porter, Alexandrer Strain, Dan Via,
Ellen Young. |
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January 31 - March 3,
2007
We Are Not These Hands
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:00 - no intermission
A confusing contemporary drama
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Includes some strongly sexual language |
Director Shirley Serotsky does what she can with the dense text and static
structure of Sheila Callaghan's story of two teenage girls who think the world
wide web may be their ticket out of the limitations of life in poverty. She
lets the actresses playing the girls strut and posture with Callaghan's
cryptic dialogue. She brings in Scott Fortier to add polish and depth to the
piece, and she gives free reign to her designers who create an intriguing
world in the confines of CHAW's black box at on Capitol Hill. But she can't
really bring the play to life because there isn't a lot of life in it.
Instead, there is atmosphere and her production reeks with that. The
un-specific locale, the detritus of the digital age and the view of the
divide between the haves and the have nots, as viewed by those who have not,
are all created in stark theatricality. But once you stop to think about it,
there isn't a lot of "there" there - not much happens and not much can be
expected for these kids. Perhaps that is the message. It certainly is the
tragedy. But it isn't much of a drama.
Storyline: Two waifs outside an internet café in an unspecified but
probably third-world city at an unspecified but probably current time. They
see the connection to the world wide web as a link to the outside world and
it stimulates hopes that they might bridge the gap between the reality
outside the café and the wonder world beyond.
Callaghan is said to have developed her play after
noting illicit internet cafés in China and reading about the case of two
teenagers who set fire to one when they were kicked out. Her interest
doesn't seem to be specific to any one city, country, region or continent -
just the general prospect of places where life is rough and dreams of a life
in some removed, rich and idyllic place can be fed by imperfect
communication. Once it was Hollywood movies spreading the idea that everyone
in America was either a gangster or a star. Now it is the internet
that disseminates even wilder concepts. But, then, as Trekkie Monster tells
Kate Monster on Avenue Q, "The
Internet Is For Porn" and the content of the traffic in this café isn't
quite as uplifting and edifying as, say, the daily content of Potomac
Stages.
The pair outside the café are Rigina Aquino, so good
in Dog Sees God at
Studio's Secondstage, and Casie Platt, who was so very funny as a
librarian reading scary stories to kids in Shawn Nothrip's Cautionary
Tales for Adults in the 2005 edition of Madcap's
Winter Carnival of
New Works. They team up to deliver the baby talkish language that
Callaghan wrote for the girls with an earnestness that almost makes you
believe it is their natural form of communication. Still, many of the lines
are descriptions in nearly nursery rhyme patois of the sleaziest of porno,
so it is difficult to process it as childlike innocence. Scott Fortier is
the misfit from the other side of the cultural divide: an adult seeming to
study these children for some unspecified reason. His performance is
stylishly satisfying with ticks and quirks enough to make any kid wonder
about the older generation.
Catalyst has a strong tradition of striking use of the
space in their small theater and set designer Nicholas Vaughan continues
that tradition with his seemingly helter skelter construction of the
detritus of the digital age. Erik Trester's projections hint at the topics
of the traffic in the café without becoming a distracting parade of porn. However,
with the Washington Post reporting a new program by the Government of China
to stamp out that "grave social problem," addiction to the
internet, Catalyst certainly has an up-to-the-minute topic. Talk about
"ripped from the headlines!"
Written by Sheila Callaghan. Directed by
Shirley Serotsky. Design: Nicholas Vaughan (set) Deb Sivigny (costumes)
Jennifer Yu (properties) Erik Trester (projections) Jason Cowperthwaite
(lights) William Burns (sound) Lacey Talero (stage manager). Cast: Regina
Aquino, Scott Fortier, Casie Platt. |
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October 4 - November 11, 2006
The Resistible Rise of
Arturo Ui
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:35 - one
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A Potomac Stages Pick as a
superb production
of a rarely seen historical farce
Winner of the Ushers' Favorite Show Award for October
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You don't need the sight of the swastika on the program to get the reference
here. No, playwright Bertholt Brecht needed no help making it clear that his
parody of a gangster movie about the rise of a thug to control of the
cauliflower syndicate was really the story of the world going mad in 1941.
But if you needed any help at all, the performance of Scot McKenzie as the
gangster/Fuhrer would dispel any doubts. He's just about as captivating as
some say Der Fuhrer was, while at the same time, making it easy to
understand how others would see right through Hitler's bluster. It would be
a relatively simple thing for an actor to slip into mere caricature with
this part. After all, Brecht wasn't interested in any complexity in his
subject's makeup. He was trying to scream his warning to the world at the
top of his theatrical voice. That McKenzie finds a way to make this
one-dimensional cutout of a villain somehow human flesh and blood without
diminishing the demon at its core is remarkable, and also fascinating to
watch.
Storyline: While projections of newsreel footage from the Nazi regime of
Adolph Hitler make crystal clear the real meaning of what is going on, the
live cast adopts the style of a Hollywood gangster movie to perform the
story of the rise of a dictator to power through bluster, fear and violence
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including arson (think Reichstag fire) murder (think the shooting of
Hitler's henchman Ernst Rohm) and the elimination of competition (think the
annexation of Austria).
Bertholt Brecht
wrote this caustic farce of the rise of a Hitler-like despot at the height
of World War II in Europe while he waited for a visa to enter the United
States. He had fled Germany and roamed Europe as the area not under Nazi
control became smaller and smaller. He also visited the United States on a
tourist visa for a while, and while here, fell under the spell of the
gangster movie aesthetic found in the films of James Cagney and Edward G.
Robinson. This play, by the author of The Threepenny Opera, Galileo and
The
Caucasian Chalk Circle, was so strong and so troubling at the time that it
wasn't performed until 1958. This may have been in part because the wound of
World War was too fresh. It may also have been that farcical parables are
just so outside of the mainstream of popular theater that many are turned
off by the odd nature of the piece. The translation performed here is not credited
but retains the hexameter verse structure that Brecht used to establish a
semi-classical feel. Director Christopher Gallu gives the presentation the
period feel it requires (although there is a short anachronistic lapse with
the inclusion of a thumbs up gesture too reminiscent of the photos out of
Abu Ghraib - or of Molly Smith's recent staging of the similar period
Cabaret.)
McKenzie is supported by a cast turning in sharply
stylized performances of note, especially John Tweel in the role that
represents Hitler henchman, Ernst Rohm, named here, just in case you miss the
point, "Ernesto Roma," and Grady Weatherford as Dogsborough, the politician
brought down by the ambitious Ui. Adding to the atmosphere of the piece is
original music by Chris Royal played behind the scenes by three members of
the cast, Monalisa Arias, Jason McCool and Andrew Price.
Sometimes adversity and not necessarily necessity is the mother of
invention. Surely few theater companies have a space so challenging to a set
designer than Catalyst does with its tiny performance space that is easily
three times as long as it is wide. No flies. No wings. No backstage to speak
of. What is a set designer to do? Catalyst has a track record of bringing
out the best in set designers, and Giorgos Tsappas adds
another fabulous design that uses every inch of space in a
black-and-off-white cubist construction that is pushed into multiple
configurations while serving as a surface for Mark Anduss' projections of
newsreel footage of Hitler's rise to power which add a great deal to the
visual excitement of the show. Tsappas' structure is a bit awkward for the
cast to shove around (perhaps they could have gotten better casters?) which
draws attention to their slipping out of character to act as stage hands
but, once positioned, the compositions are varied and supremely functional
for such a confined space.
Written by Bertold Brecht.
Directed by Christopher Gallu. Music composed by Chris Royal. Projections by
Mark Anduss. Design: Giorgos Tsappas (set) Kathleen Geldard (costumes)
Jennifer Yu (properties) Jason Cowperthwaite (lights) Joe Shymanski
(photography) Sharon King (stage
manager). Cast: Monalisa Arias, Jason McCool, Scott McCormick, Scot
McKenzie, Andrew Price, Elizabeth Richards, John Tweel, Grady Weatherford. |
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May 3 - June 10, 2006
Someone
Who'll Watch Over Me |
Reviewed May 6
Running time 2:05 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages pick for a searing emotional experience
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Capitol Hill seems to have 3 rooms right now - the searing
Two Rooms playing at the H Street
Playhouse in NE and this equally searing one room on 7th Street SE. Catalyst
and The Theater Alliance have often had fine shows running simultaneously,
but never have they had such a match in subject, feel and quality. Its
almost as if the two companies are bookends flanking the United States
Capitol at a time when terrorism, hostages, the clash of cultures, the
holding of people incommunicado and similar issues are the exposed nerve
endings in the body politic. For Catalyst,
Christopher Gallu directs this thoughtful view of
human resiliency in captivity with a
suitably claustrophobic touch. Cecil E. Baldwin, Christopher Janson and Dan Via
are imprisoned in the same room with the audience, it seems, as the small
size and intimate feel of the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop's theater is
emphasized by the openness of Alexander Cooper's Moorish flavored basement
set, making the experience as direct and emotionally affecting as possible.
This is the first show of Catalyst's new pricing policy, setting a live
theater ticket at the same level as a mere movie - $10 a seat. They
certainly haven't scrimped on quality in order to lower the price.Storyline: Three men are imprisoned,
chained to the wall of a basement in Lebanon with no real understanding of
why, or what will become of them. One is English, one Irish and one
American. They each react differently to the terror of their situation and
come to know and rely on one another - until one is killed by their captors
and another released.
The inspiration for the play was the case of
Brian Keenan, taken hostage in 1986 in Lebanon where he taught at the
American University of Beirut, and not released until 1990. While playwright
Frank McGuinness changes the names of the prisoners, much of the set up to
the story is true to history. It isn't history that concerns him so much,
however, as it is the question of how the human spirit handles such terror
and deprivation. That is at the heart of the script as these three men
search their psyches for coping mechanisms that will work for them. Do they
trust each other or avoid further disaster through silence and secrecy? How,
then, can the bond that is inevitably forged survive separation either
through release or death?
Baldwin, Janson and Via deliver an impressive trio of
performances, individually and as an ensemble. For the record, Janson is the
American, Baldwin the Brit and Via the Irishman, but the nationality is
neither the issue nor the defining characteristic for any of them. They have
more in common than they have differences - their plight connects them and a
bond is formed that is both stronger and different from any other, at least
during the captivity. They come to rely on each other to such an extent that
each is someone to watch over the others. It makes a fascinating and serious
topic for consideration - are prisoners better off with companions as shown
here or in a solitary confinement as shown over on H Street? See them both
and discuss.
While the visual design elements for the production
are all first rate and make substantial contributions to the experience, it
is the more subtle touch of sound designer Mark Anduss that works the
greatest wonder. A nearly inaudible clanking and rumbling seems to come from
the pipes which run through Cooper's marvelous set of the isolated basement
in which the characters are imprisoned. The sound not only emphasizes the
depths to which they have been relegated but occasionally hints at the
possibility that others are imprisoned just a stone wall away.
Written by Frank McGuinness. Directed by Christopher
Gallu. Design: Alexander Cooper (set) Kathleen Geldard (costumes) Jason
Cowperthwaite (lights) Mark Anduss (sound)
Joe Shymanski
(photography) Sara Griffin (stage manager). Cast: Cecil E. Baldwin,
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February 1 - March 11, 2006
Eleemosynary |
Reviewed February 4
Running time 1:40 - no intermission
A delight for lovers of language
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Words! A delight in words permeates this flight of the mind by the author of Thief River, Independence and
A Walk in the Woods. Lee Blessing's scripts are always literate and
precise in the use of language, but he has rarely reached this level of
delight over the more obscure and evocative entries in the giant Oxford or
Webster compilations. Here, the words reveal the relationships between a daughter
who is a spelling bee champion, her mother who had little to do with her
upbringing, and her grandmother who was really a mother to her. The play
provides plenty of moments to enjoy three talented actresses who obviously
take pleasure in
their lines and the meanings the words on the pages of the script - those
designed for spelling and those used for expressing a love of language.
Storyline: Three generations of women - Grandmother, Mother and Daughter
- reveal their views of their relationships with each other when gathered in
response to the grandmother's suffering a stroke and requiring support.
Gradually, the reasons for the estrangement between the grandmother and the
mother become clear as do the bonds that skip a generation.
Each of the three actresses establish individual
characters but the three have much in common. Each is highly intelligent and
each sets a high standard for herself. Lindsay Haynes is the youngest of the
three, the spelling bee champion who won with the word "eleemosynary -
having to do with charity, charitable activities or alms." She gets the
devotion to the grandmother who raised her and her frustration with her
mother just right. Ellen Young, as the grandmother, is delightfully erudite and demonstrates a
keen delight in learning and pursuing the intellectual side of life. She
also embodies some of the unorthodox values of a grown hippie quite nicely.
It is Kathleen Coons who provides the spice to keep
the wholesomeness and affection between the other two from being either
cloying or too nice to be believed. She does this not only with the words of
Blessing, but with expressions and body posture that are fun to watch.
Her body says "ah, Mom!" in so many ways, especially in a fabulous first
scene as she recalls the day her mother forced her to don a pair of wood and
cloth wings and try to fly - "Flap harder, honey!" Adding insult to
potential injury, her mother recorded the whole thing on film! What's a girl
to do? Her dilemma is compounded by a particular trait that seems to affect
all three but which is most pronounced in her. As she explains "I have
trouble with my memory. It can't forget anything." A cruel trick of nature,
that.
Milagros Ponce de
León carries the image of that early experience with attempted flight over
into the set design, an assembly of wing-like forms that serves both as a
playing space and as a visual metaphor. Under slightly over-active lighting
from Alexander Cooper and with sharply individualistic costumes designed by
Gail Stewart beach, the women form the ensemble of family while retaining
distinctive personalities that make their relationships worth putting into
words.
Written by Lee Blessing. Directed by
Christopher Janson. Design: Milagros Ponce de León (set) Gail Stewart Beach
(costumes) Alexander Cooper (lights) Matthew Nielson (sound and music) Joe
Shymanski (photography) Jess
W. Speaker, III (stage manager). Cast: Kathleen Coons, Lindsay Haynes, Ellen
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September 8 -
October 15, 2005
Metamorphosis |
Reviewed September 17
Running time 1:25 - no intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a unique physical
performance supported by a quality ensemble
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Scott Fortier must simply be the most physical actor now working in the
Potomac Region. Last season he contorted his body while displaying intellect
as The Elephant Man. Now
he bodily transforms from man to insect while communicating emotion. In both
performances, he astonishes with the physicality of his creation but avoids
crossing over into the gimmick category, keeping the focus not on what is
happening with and to his body but what it is doing to his character's mind
and soul. The fact that both performances were developed under the same
director should be noted. That director is Jim Petosa, coming into
Washington from his home base in Olney as a visiting director with
impressive results.
Storyline: The pressures of supporting his parents and sister as the only
wage earner in the family finally get too heavy for a young man. After five
years of never missing a day at work, he wakes one morning to realize he is
beginning to metamorphosize into an insect. His family's reaction and that
of his employer are completely self-centered and only serve to increase the
pressure which has caused his condition.
Petosa's staging here is sharp and starkly beautiful in the confined space
of the long and narrow, tiny theater at the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop.
Petosa uses the depth of the playing space to move the action forward and
back giving a sense of spaciousness where there is very little space.
Indeed, there are times when this very "in your face" approach almost
becomes "in your lap." Petosa is again working with set and lighting
designer Alexander Cooper whose starkly antiseptic construction of girders
and chain link make a memorable metaphor for the industrial age pressures
afflicting Fortier's character.
The trio of family members are fine as well. Valerie
Leonard and Nigel Reed make the parents' concentration on their own
financial stake in their son's health more repulsive than any insect.
Leonard softens the innate selfishness of the mother's reactions with just a
touch of repressed maternal instinct. Reed is particularly good at the
hobble his character adopts to avoid any demands, but he sports long side
whiskers that are too obviously stage makeup for such an intimate space.
The family unit includes September Marie Fortier in an
outstanding performance as the sister who seems to be her brother's only
defender, and becomes his only contact with the outside world. Her final
rejection ("we must get rid of it") is explosive. James O. Dunn takes on two
roles (the employer and the lodger to whom the family rents their son's room
- explaining the presence of their bug/son in the home by saying simply "we
keep a pet"). Dunn makes each a distinct individual passing briefly through
this incredibly intriguing world.
Written by Steven Berkoff based on the novella by
Franz Kafka. Directed by Jim Petosa. Design: Alexander Cooper (set and
lights) Kathleen Geldard (costumes) Mark Anduss (sound) Sarah
Coleman (stage manager). Cast: James O. Dunn, Scott Fortier, September Marie
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Cloud Nine |
Reviewed January 15
Running time 2:25 - one intermission
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Halo Wines goes back to the play in which she won the very first Helen Hayes
Award ever given for Outstanding Lead Actress in a Play for her work at her
then-home base, Arena Stage, in 1984. This time, however, she is directing Caryl
Churchill's comparison of human relations in a colonial society in the 1880s
with those of a century later. In its selection of director, Catalyst is fortunate,
for this highly complex, extremely convoluted and decidedly unorthodox play
requires a firm hand at the helm. Here it gets just that, and as a result,
the confusions and interrelationships become as clear for the audience as
possible. The challenge, and indeed the pleasure, for the audience is to
keep all the connections and conundrums straight. Do that and this
high-energy, bright and witty as well as deeply troubling piece is a
delight. If you loose the thread, however, it can become a confounding
confusion. Wines uses the skills of her quality cast with assurance to give
the audience all the clues they need, and, thus, makes the piece work.
Storyline: With action split between British colonial Africa in the 1880s
and a London teeming with ambiguity in the 1970s, the relationships within a
family and the people who constitute their world are called into question as
gender, race and age relationships are mixed up with abandon.
Churchill is well known for her challenging
works. Three of her plays walked away with Obie Awards as Best New Play
Off-Broadway (Top Girls, 1982, Serious Money, 1987 and this
one in 1981) and her Far Away
challenged audiences at Studio Theatre last year in a highly debated
production. This play mixes techniques she has used before in creating a
world filled with confusions and with clues. Her theme, the human tendency
to try to live up to expectations even when those expectations may be beyond
each person's capacity and even include conflicting elements, is both
emphasized and illustrated through mixing up the casting as well as the
characters. Thus the role of the wife is played by a man, the role of the
black servant by a white man, the role of the girl child by a grown man and
that of the boy child by a woman. Then, as act II takes up the stories of
the characters as archetypes but not really as characters, a century has
gone by but some characters have aged while others have shifted identities
completely.
The rock around which all this confusion
swirls is Dan Via as the patriarch of the family. He carries off that duty
with aplomb. As his wife, Jesse Terrill pulls off the neat trick of not
making his cross-dressing assignment seem camp or cute. He's just natural,
which is what it is all about. Tricia McCauley makes the transition from
young man of the past to young woman of the "present" without batting and
eye. Bill Gillett makes the most complete transition (from grown male black
slave to white girl child) with energy and menace shifting to beguiling
innocence that is simply marvelous to watch.
The tiny space of the Capitol Hill Arts
Workshop imposes a great challenge to designers and directors alike. Giorgos
Tsappas' abstract setting starts the challenge for the audience even before
the play begins. On a stage painted with the British Union Jack and backed
by a cloud filled blue sky are movable partitions of a color akin to the
African veldt in the dry season, but striped in black. In contrast with this
abstraction are the costumes of Franklin Labovitz which are true to time,
place and character down to tiny details like cravats, ribbons and, in the
case of Gillett's little girl, ill-fitting tights. All the elements of
design help keep the relationships straight as the performers keep the
energy level high, and Wines keeps it all straight so the audience can begin
to ponder the issues Churchill raises. It makes for challenging theater.
Written by Caryl Churchill. Directed by Halo
Wines. Design: Giorgos Tsappas (set) Franklin Labovitz (costumes) Meaghan
Toohey (properties) John P. Woodey (lights) Clay Teunis (sound) Christopher
Janson (photography) Laura Smith (stage manager). Cast: Bill Gillett, George
Grant, Tricia McCauley, Elizabeth Richards, Jesse Terrill, Dan Via, Ellen
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16, 2004
The Elephant Man
Caution - partial nudity |
Reviewed September 18
Running time 2:20
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A Potomac Stage pick for superb design, direction and acting
Winner of the Ushers' Favorite Show Award for
October, 2004
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Catalyst kicks off a season of guest directors with a finely tuned
production under Olney's Jim Petosa. Petosa's vision, accomplished through
the vivid contributions of actors Scott Fortier and Peter Finnegan, set and
lighting designer Alexander Cooper and oboist Jin-Young (Janice) Shin, is a
highly atmospheric presentation that takes as its central
feature a line from the play about its central character being equally
highly polished "like a mirror that reflects each of us." Played out amid
mirrors and reflective panels that distort like those in a side show fun
house, the story of physically deformed but mentally and artistically gifted
John Merrick and the people who populated his world at the end of his short
life is given more than a surface shine, it is presented in all its multiple
facets.
Storyline: History
records that the deformed John Merrick was plucked from a Victorian freak
show to be protected and studied in a hospital in 1884. He became a mover in
London’s high society before his death in 1890. Bernard Pomerance’s Tony
Award winning play explores serious issues of social values and human worth.
It was the playwright's fortuitous choice to
have the horribly deformed "elephant man" portrayed by an actor without any
help from makeup or special prosthetic devices. Because the concentration on
Merrick's humanity is achieved through this lack of artifice, it requires an
actor of inordinate talent, skill and taste. Some chose to play it with only
a hint of deformity, usually with a limp and a twisted arm. Here Scott
Fortier twists much more than an arm. In the early scene where Dr. Treves
presents his case at the London hospital where he practices, Fortier's
posture and facial muscles take on the characteristics described. While none
of the "grotesque protuberances" actually grow on Fortier's slight frame,
his arm appears to shrivel up into his chest, his head seems to fall of its
own weight over onto one shoulder and his face contorts to the extent that
he is only barely able to speak. Yet speak he does, delivering with apparent
difficulty but great dignity - and not a little humor - the lines Pomerance
gives Merrick to reveal the intellect, the poise and the innate humor of the
man. It is the mark of Fortier's own intellect, poise and humor that, having
saddled his performance with the weight of its own version of elephantiasis,
he manages to let the humanity of his subject shine through.
Equally impressive is the work of Peter
Finnegan who creates a more fully rounded, substantial and sympathetic
character as the doctor who sees more in Merrick's case than a medical
curiosity. His own doubts about the value of his chosen profession, the
adequacy of his skills and ultimately his own values surface subtly but
substantially as the play progresses, making him much more than the narrator
and dramatic convenience the role often is in lesser hands. The rest of the
cast double or even triple up on smaller roles with Valerie Leonard, Jesse
Terrill and John Tweel contributing nicely tuned contributions and James
Konicek introducing the Potomac Region to his own strengths developed
through the classical acting academy at San Diego's Old Globe and two
seasons with Shenandoah Shakespeare. Among the characters he creates is a
marvelously pompous Bishop.
Music has always been a feature of the play.
The original Broadway production had a cellist playing works of Bach,
Saint-Saëns, Elgar and others while the revival had incidental music
composed by Philip Glass. Petosa uses an on-stage oboist, Jin-Young (Janice)
Shin whose graceful presence adds one more facet to the reflections
surrounding the action as she performs the pieces Jesse Terrill has composed
for the production. It adds a period-proper feeling to this story of
Victorian London and adds to the atmospheric feel of the marvelous set and
Debra Kim Sivigny's fine costumes.
Written by Bernard Pomerance. Directed by Jim
Petosa. Design: Alexander Cooper (set and lights) Debra Kim Sivigny
(costumes) Suzen Mason (properties) Dan Ribaudo (sound) Jesse Terrill
(original music) Ben Premeaux (photography) Zoia Wiseman (stage manager). Cast: James
Konicek, Valerie Leonard, Peter Finnegan, Scott Fortier, Jesse Terrill, John
Tweel, Ellen Young. Musician: Jin-Young (Janice) Shin. |
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May 13 - June 19,
2004
The Altruists |
Reviewed May 15
Running time1 hour 35 minutes
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Stages Pick for a high count of laughs per admission dollar
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Lovers of laughter will have a ball in the tiny
black box theater on Capitol Hill that Catalyst calls home. Nicky Silver's
recent play throws one verbal barb every fifteen or twenty seconds which
means that there are about 270 opportunities to chuckle or at least smile
knowingly in this short evening. Not a few of these stimulate explosive
guffaws. The target of his humor is political correctness. The audience
might be slightly embarrassed over laughing at some of the lines, but
another line comes along to distract before there is a chance to look for
the meaning behind the reaction. And just to make sure no one pauses to
think it over, director Christopher Janson adds quite a few visual gags and
keeps the pace just this side of hectic.
Storyline: In the bedrooms of three couples
of varying levels of commitment - one gay, two somewhat heterosexual -
confusion reigns over mistaken identities, mixed up allegiances and panic
over the fact that one bed has a dead body in it. In the gay bedroom one man
wants the other to move in after a one night stand. In another, a couple who
fill their days with protests can't remember what this week's cause is. In
the third, a soap opera actress worries about her looks, her job and - oh,
yes - the fact that she shot her bedmate.
Nicky Silver has become a hot property over the
last decade with delightfully politically incorrect plays like The Food
Chain which takes on both obesity and anorexia and Pterodactyls,
a black farce dealing with family relationships under the stresses of AIDS,
gender confusion, alcoholism and much more. Twice nominated for the Charles
MacArthur Award for Outstanding New Play in the Helen Hayes process here
(both for Woolly Mammoth productions) he won the award for Free Will and
Wanton Lust in 1994. Not all of his works are as focused on using humor to
make his points, but they are all known for his facility in constructing
dialogue. He blends sharp observation with a certain pithiness, rarely an
extraneous word. Silver can come up with sharp dialogue that, in its very
precision, isolates a thought as if in a spotlight for just long enough to
make a point, get a laugh or set up a concept. Witness the burning question:
"Hispanic gays. Black lesbians. Who suffers more?" One more word would have
killed the moment (and the laugh).
Jesse Terrill gets things started with a
black-out monologue as the lonely gay man who may have finally found true
love in the person of Scott Kerns who wakes in a later scene and reveals his
professional status as a prostitute with a total lack of inhibition -
"Wonderful! I love a project!" enthuses Terrill. As his sister, the soap
opera queen, Allyson Currin progresses from a totally self-absorbed view of
small problems ("you make me feel small just because I once owned a fur
coat") to a self-absorbed view of bigger problems - she just killed her
boyfriend. Ah, but the boyfriend is, in fact, very much alive over in Eva Salvetti's apartment (Salvetti manages to maintain just the right
earnestness while slipping into slogans from recent protest marches even
when she gets them wrong. "Free Nelson Mandela!" she demands, only to be
thunderstruck to find out that Mandela has already been freed.) Jason Lott
is that wandering boyfriend who might be dead if he'd been in the other bed
during the night. He's the very image of the free spirit who sees no
requirement to be interested in anything but his own need of the moment.
This is the kind of tightly constructed comic
play that benefits from being performed in a tightly constrained space. Not
only does it help that the audience is not separated from the action by a
proscenium or a raised platform, it feels right that the three bedrooms
encroach on each other in Eric Licthfuss' cramped and crowded set. The
audience looks through one bedroom to see the action in another one and can
almost feel the actors in one room shift to the side when the actors in
another lower the fold-up table from the bottom of the fold-up bed. For a
play about people who are clueless about, among other things, the spatial
niceties of civilized society, this works beautifully and it seems to
amplify the laughter.
Written by Nicky Silver. Directed by
Christopher Janson. Design: Eric Licthfuss (set) Rhonda Key (costumes)
Jennifer O'Neill (properties) John P. Woodey (lights) Maya I. Robinson
(sound) The Walk (music) Zoia Wiseman (stage manager). Cast: Allyson Currin.
Scott Kerns, Jason Lott, Eva Salvetti, Jesse Terrill.
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January 22 - February 28,
2004
1984 |
Reviewed January 24
Running time 2 hours 5 minutes
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A Potomac Stages Pick for
emotional intensity |
George Orwell’s novel of how life might be by the 1980s if the social trends
he saw at the end of World War II continued struck a chord with a
generation. It gave us such terms as “Big Brother” “newspeak” and “unperson”
while the title of the novel became a codeword for a depersonalized society
where conformity is valued above all. Christopher Gallu, a founding member
of Catalyst, has adapted 1984 for the stage, and directs this premiere in
the tiny space of the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop theater. He and his
designers and cast create a taut, intense and troubling evening in the world
Orwell envisioned.
Storyline: A bleak view of a future world sees 81% of the human race under
the control of an all pervasive central authority under “Big Brother” which
controls their surroundings, their actions and even their thoughts. One
minor clerk hasn’t been completely cured of independent thought and is
brought back under control through a process of torture and compulsion.
Three
elements combine to create a memorable experience: a tightly constructed
script, an extremely effective design and the performances of a fine cast
led by Scott Fortier as the hero and Ralph Cosham as his torturer. The rest
of the cast is very good as well but it is these two who have to carry the
load, for theirs are the only characters who have much substance. All the
rest have been dehumanized in the system to the extent that any real showing
of intellectual activity or emotional depth would be dangerous.
Michael d’Addario fills one end of the small theater with platforms, siding,
partitions and a movable rack. Moving the pieces into various configurations
results in a wide variety of playing spaces, all of which seem very much a
part of this world Orwell feared. Three large television screens are the
“telescreens” that bombard the population with propaganda while monitoring
their activities. D’Addario also provided the videos that are shown on those
screens, while sound designer Mark K. Anduss completes the feeling with
original music, some extremely effective sound effects and a nearly constant
humming that emphasizes the point of a story of people reduced to mechanical
functions.
Gallu’s adaptation uses the simple structure of Orwell’s plot but
streamlines it even further in order to concentrate its focus on the
dehumanizing society about which Orwell was warning. He retains some of the
key moments of the original such as “the two minute hate” and the torture in
”room 101” but things move along briskly as they must if most important
messages from the 23 chapters of Orwell’s novel are to be covered. He cut
just enough to be able to tell the important parts of the story effectively.
Directed and written by
Christopher Gallu based on the novel by George Orwell. Fight choreography by
Valerie Fenton and Christopher Niebling. Design: Michael D’Addario (set and
video) David Ghatan (lights) Michelle Reisch (costumes) Tim King (make-up)
Mark K. Anduss (music and sound) Jesse Terril (additional music) Ben
Premeaux (photography) Jenn O’Neill (stage manager). Cast: Ralph Cosham,
Scott Fortier, September Fortier, Tim Hattwick, Christopher Janson, Irina
Koval, Elizabeth Richards, Eric Singdahlsen, Dan Via, Ellen Young. |
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September 6 - October
11, 2003 -
Turcaret |
Reviewed September 13
Running time 1 hour 55 minutes |
In 1709 the French playwright Alain-René Lesage produced a farcical satire
of financial, social and sexual mores of Paris society that has survived to
this day because of the strength of its structure and the humor of its
dialogue - think of Moliére and such gems as Tartuffe or The Miser,
not to mention The Learned Ladies which this company made so much fun
in this same house last season. In this production the setting has been
moved forward to the Paris of the 1920s and, given a running time of under
two hours --the script must have been streamlined. But, while it fails to
match last season’s fun of the Moliére, it is a bright, high-energy romp
which gives a lot of chuckles and smiles but not a lot of belly laughs.
Storyline: The title character is a neuvo-riche scoundrel who has schemed
and swindled himself into a fortune large enough to buy him entrée into
society, but that society is populated by old-money scoundrels as well as
would-be-rich servants and hangers on. A Baroness needs his money to
maintain her lifestyle and her lover is having difficulty with the creditors
as well. The servants get in the act, playing one wealthy character against
another until all seems to have fallen apart. But, as you would expect,
everything is not what it seems.
September Marie Fortier as the Baroness, all decked out in a 20’s style
wardrobe including a smashing kimono-ish house dress, is as chipper as could
be wished while her husband Scott is a mischievous servant who plots and
plans in cooperation with Valerie Fenton whom he plants in the Baroness’
employ, saving her from her former job. (Seems “she worked for a couple who
loved each other ... you could die of boredom in a place like that.”) Each
of these and the rest of the cast do their best to generate a sense of style
and a feeling of fun for the evening, but it is the arrival on stage of
Richard Pelzman that provides the jolt of energy the show really needs.
Pelzman, sporting at least four different checks in the suit that covers his
oversize body, takes the power level up three notches as the oafish fellow
who seems for a while the only one in this circle of fortune hunters who
actually has any money. Never mind that he sends ridiculous poems to a lady
love (says she: “no professional writer would dream of expressing himself
this way” and he takes it as a compliment), dismisses arguments with “Fie,
my lady, Fie! Enough of this Piffle” and lets loose with a burp as an
exclamation point at the end of a sentence about manners and style.
Catalyst uses a translation by James Magruder whose excruciatingly funny
book for the musical version of Marivaux’s The Triumph of Love proved
his ability to use modern English in a way that is easy to follow for modern
listeners but feels appropriate for historical works. Updating the setting
to the 1920’s is accomplished not primarily by changes in the text but
through set, costumes and sound. Giorgos Tsappas’ art deco set uses the
space very well and Rhonda Key’s costumes are fun. Still, Lesage’s text had
to be updated to allow one swindle to involve a luxury car rather than a
coach and stallions.
Director Jesse Terrill also selected the music used to establish time and
place. Place it seems to capture quite well but there is some confusion as
to time. He has a marvelous hot jazz piece used for a brief choreographed
scene which is just right and Cole Porter’s Let’s Misbehave from 1927 opens
the second act. But he also has another nicely choreographed bit using
Maurice Chevalier recording of “Louise” which didn’t appear until the very
end of the 20s and the sound of Sing-Sing-Sing is a jolt as it wasn’t a hit
until 1938.
Written by Alain-René
Lesage. Translated by James Magruder. Directed by Jesse Terrill. Design:
Giorgos Tsappas (set) Rhonda Key (costumes) Suzen Mason (properties) John P.
Woody (lights) Jesse Terrill (sound) Jenn O’Neill (stage manager). Cast:
Valerie Fenton, Scott Fortier, September Marie Fortier, Christopher Janson,
Richard Pelzman, Ben Shovlin, Eric Singdahlsen, Wendy Wilmer.
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May 10 – June 14, 2003
The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail |
Reviewed May 15
Running time 1 hour 35 minutes |
Part personality profile, part political polemic this play by the team who
wrote Inherit the Wind starts out capturing your imagination with its
simple evocation of a time and a place that are very worth visiting and a
central character who is very worth knowing. For most of its single act it
charms you with the very human and quite charming portrait of the
Massachusetts world of Henry David Thoreau before he took up residence on
Waldon Pond. But it turns preachy before it is over.
Storyline: As America opens war on Mexico in 1846, the naturalist and
transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau is imprisoned for his refusal to pay
taxes which would support the war. During his single night in jail his mind
runs over the events of his past -- his brief tenure as a school teacher ten
years before, his time working and living with Ralph Waldo Emerson, his
relationship with his brother who died five years earlier and his courtship
of Ellen Seawell.
The
entire play deals with serious issues but it manages to avoid becoming
tedious or overbearing until near the end. In the early going it tackles
some very important philosophical ground with an admirably light touch.
Humor is used to very good effect as Scott Fortier’s charmingly unaffected
Thoreau teaches the school board (in the marvelously malevolent presence of
Steven Kirkpatrick) as much as he teaches his students. There is an easy
sibling affection between he and John Horn as his brother and an even easier
sense of growing fondness between he and September Marie Fortier as the
woman who would reject his proposal of marriage. Issues of race relations,
slavery and human rights are held up to the light through his unmannered
acceptance of his black cellmate, played with uncomplicated honesty by
George Grant. There is even a sense of lightness rather than a sense of
portent in his interactions with the Emerson family. Environmentalism,
transcendentalism, individuality, personal responsibility, humanism --
Thoreau’s take on each of these is put in the most positive and attractive
light. It is only when the text turns to pacifism and civil disobedience
that the play bogs down.
Director Dan Via manages to moderate the disconnect between the sections but
can’t quite overcome the heavy-handedness of its treatment of Thoreau’s
pacifism. Perhaps, he didn’t want to. His “directors notes” in the program
make much of the fact that this production was in preparation just as
America prepared for a war in Iraq and that the issues of today bear great
similarity to the issues facing Henry David Thoreau at the start of the
Mexican-American War and the authors at the height of the Vietnam War when
the play was written. Still, a better balance would have made for better
theater.
Via
and his design team do wonders with the small flexible space at the Capitol
Hill Arts Workshop. A central revolving platform set of the jail is
surrounded by gossamer light set pieces for the scenes that take place in
his mind. Sharp lighting by set and light designer David Ghatan smoothly
moves the focus between scenes without falling into the trap of making the
piece seem jumpy. Mark K. Anduss’ sound design is a marvelous combination of
exactly right musical segments and sometimes extremely subtle sonic effects.
The sound of children laughing in class, the footfalls on the street outside
and the chirp of birds all help 1946 Massachusetts seem real - and his sound
of an oar in water to accompany Thoreau’s courtship of Ellen as they take a
canoe ride is so delicate it almost eludes notice but it works its magic.
Written by Jerome
Lawrence and Robert E. Lee. Directed by Dan Via. Dialogue coaching by Steven
Kirkpatrick. Design: David Ghatan (set and lights) Tracy M. Ward (costumes)
Mark K. Anduss (sound) Wendy Flora (stage manager). Cast: Scott Fortier,
September Marie Fortier, George Grant, John Horn, Steven Kirkpatrick, Steven
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February 12 – March 22, 2003
Endgame |
Reviewed February 12
Running time 1
hour 40 minutes |
In the early 1950s, Irish
expatriate author Samuel Becket was active in the experimental theater
movement in Paris, seeking something approaching the essence of theater. In
his best known works like Waiting for Godot or Krapp’s Last Tape,
he dispensed with such superfluous elements as plot or character development
while emphasizing what he saw as the absurdity of the human condition.
Endgame, came between those two better known plays. It dispenses with
another traditional element of fiction, an element that playwrights have
struggled to disguise but few had thus far simply eliminated: exposition.
Endgame contains little clue as to when or where it is set, or just what
has brought the characters to the state they are in. As a result, the
audience is in the position of eavesdropping on a moment in the existence of
four very different people in unique but not terribly clear situations.
Storyline (such as it is): A day in
the life of a crippled blind man, and his servant who acts as his eyes,
in a deteriorating world.
The man lives in his wheelchair while his parents live in trash cans. The
major event of the man’s day is not the death of his mother in her trash can
but, like every day, the arrival of the time for his painkilling medication.
On this day, the supply of medication has run out.
Catalyst Theater Company has made its
reputation through creation of atmosphere. Here again they create a world
that, as strange as it may be, is consistent and complete. None of the
elements seem out of touch with the others. Scenery, properties, costumes,
makeup and lighting all very much feel as if they are part of the same
world. The simple looking set isn’t simple at all. In the small space of the
Capitol Hill Arts Workshop’s black box theater four windows, the central
chair and a trash heap would seem to crowd the space. But in Thomas F.
Donahue’s design, the windows frame the space, the chair dominates it and
the trash heap (including the discarded computer keyboard and monitor)
define it.
The cast of four brings intensity and a
continuation of that sense of consistency to the piece. Each creates a very
real, distinct character in the confines of the single act. Eric Singdahlsen
makes the blind cripple the energetic center of the piece while Jesse
Terrill uses the humor and precision of a mime to make the servant something
more than just a functionary in the cripple’s world – he is eyes, ears,
limbs for him. The parents in the trash cans are Wendy Wilmer, in an all too
short bit for her character dies off fairly soon, and Steven Kirkpatrick,
whose stoic stare is the essence of pitiable acceptance of the unacceptable.
Becket’s plays are always marked by a
concentration on language. Short, declamatory sentences carry key concepts
(Cripple: “I can’t stand.” Servant: “I can’t sit.”) or explain the lack of
explanation (“What time is it?” “Zero.”) Repetition helps drive important
observations home (the repeated “What’s happening? “Something is taking its
course.”) Indeed, the script even includes the author's own view of
theater, the exchange “What’s there to keep me here?" "The dialogue!” In
Catalyst’s production, the atmosphere is in service to “The dialogue!”
Written by Samuel Beckett. Directed by
Christopher Janson. Design: Thomas F. Donahue (set) Michele Reisch
(costumes) Dan Ribaudo (lights) Bruce Robey (photographs). Cast: Eric
Singdahlsen, Jesse Terrill, Steven Kirkpatrick, Wendy Wilmer.
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September 25 – October 26,
2002
The Learned Ladies |
Reviewed October 3
Running time 2 hours 5 minutes
Performed at the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop
Price range $10 - $20
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Potomac Stages Pick |
Wit, rather than mere
comedy, is a rare commodity on stage today but it is in abundance in Jeremy
Skidmore’s staging of Moliére’s 1672 skewering of upper class pretensions.
Under his direction, the excellent cast brings intelligence, style and
energy for a fast paced but never frenetic performance. It provides just the
right amount of time to savor individual lines and twisted development but
moves right along without seeming to pause for effect. The result is an
evening with more laughs and more smile inducing moments than many
contemporary comedies.Storyline: Henriette has a domineering mother, a
dominated father, a jealous older sister and a truly strange aunt, but she
has found true love with her older sister’s rejected suitor. They want to
wed but her choice of groom becomes a contest between her parents and
subterfuge is required to bring about the desired end.
The translation of Moliére’s comedy by Richard Wilbur provides
Skidmore’s cast with crystal clear verse and they make the most of it. Well
constructed verse like this helps rather than hinders the communication of
meaning while adding layers of humor and imagery. For many performers,
however, it is difficult to avoid slipping into a sort of sing-song rhythm
which can damage the delicate creation of the poet. That all of the
performers in the cast successfully avoid the trap must be credited to
director Skidmore both in his coaching and in his casting.
Peter Wylie and Diane Cooper-Gould make a convincing central pair of
lovers while Tim Carlin’s alternation between in-command head of the house
to hopelessly henpecked husband is hilarious. Ellen Young is wildly wacky as
the self-absorbed aunt, while Cam Magee is a tower of righteous ego as the
mother and Jesse Terrill stops just short of overdoing the officiousness of
the pretentious poet she has selected for her daughter’s hand. Terrill also
provided the original music for the production including two tracks
reminiscent of Henry Mancini at his wittiest in his Pink Panther scores.
Skidmore uses these tracks as background for some sublime silent bits.
Adam Magazine’s sleek set places the action in a modern Los Angeles where
intellectual pretensions are hardly unknown and Kate Turner-Walker provides
costumes that are as slyly humorous as many of the nicer bon mots of
Wilbur’s rendering of Moliér. Carlin’s Garfield-the-cat slippers, Young’s
high-end casual ensembles and Eduardo Placer’s entire wardrobe as first
houseboy then exercise coach then lawyer are a kick but Turner-Walker avoids
going overboard, exercising just the right amount of restraint with the
severe look for Magee and a would-be-wedding dress that is just right for
Cooper-Gould.
Written by Moliére. Translation by Richard Wilbur. Directed by Jeremy
Skidmore. Design: Adam Magzine (set and lights) Kate Turner-Walker (cotumes)
Jesse Terrill (original music) Jennifer Mendenhall (vocal coach). Cast: Cam Magee, Tim Carlin, Dianne
Cooper-Gould, Peter Wylie, September Marie Merkle, Ellen Young, Jesse
Terrill, Christopher Gallu, Jim Breen, Rosanne Medina, Eduardo Placer.
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March 20 – April 20, 2002
No Exit |
Reviewed March 22
Running time 1 hour 40 minutes |
Fire and brimstone. Torture. A pit of burning flesh. A poorly decorated
hotel room from which there is no exit. Which vision of hell is the most
chilling? Catalyst Theater’s production of Jean-Paul Sartre’s one-act play
makes the case for the later. Is an eternity of anything endurable? Sartre’s
intriguing riff on the meaning of life as viewed from the afterlife is
staged in the DCAC’s tiny space by a fine cast of four who seem to be having
a fine time with their meaty parts.Storyline: A man and two women,
recently deceased in the prime of their lives, are shown to a room by the
"bellboy." Each knows he or she has been doomed to hell but none expected it
to be a simple room with no mirror, no window, no way to turn off the lights
and no exit. Their fate will be an eternity facing each other’s
imperfections and having their own shortcomings exposed.
Sartre’s most famous play, indeed, his most famous work of any kind, is
founded on his philosophy of existentialism in which the meaning of life is
what you make it. But the play is never preachy or academic. It suffers from
some early clumsiness in the exposition as the first "sinner," played by
Scott Fortier, is forced ask some pretty obvious questions in order to get
the set up explained in what turns out to be a briefing for the audience.
But it quickly moves on to its intriguing confrontations between the three
occupants of the room who will spend eternity together without so much as
the ability to blink, let alone sleep.
Fortier is full of energy as a suspicious, uptight fellow who thinks they
can beat the system by ignoring each other. Toni Rae Brotons is smooth as
silk as his polar opposite, the street-smart schemer who sees salvation only
through domination of her environment including her two permanent roommates.
September Marie Merkle gives the most complex performance as she makes her
character’s apparently mindless flightiness a potent means of manipulation.
She is simultaneously innocently funny and effectively controlling.
The intimate playing space at the DCAC is put to good use with four
strips of white cloth, three garishly colored, uncomfortably angular
"divans" (and Merkle’s character "hates angles") and an alter/mantle all
credited simply to the production company rather than to a designer. Adam
Magazine is credited for a very effective lighting design which captures the
sameness of the eternal room. Early in the play the characters gaze off into
the distance to view life as it goes on back on earth (a phenomenon which
can only last as long as people there remember the departed.) Later they are
presented with an opportunity to escape to an unknown fate. But the trio
rejects this option in favor of their known hell. Magazine’s lighting design
and the original music composed by Jesse Terrill subtly underscore those
events without distraction.
Written by Jean-Paul Sartre. Adapted from the French by Paul Bowles.
Directed by Christopher Janson. Design: Adam Magazine (lights) Jesse Terrill
(music) Michele Reisch (costumes) Ross A. Dippel (fight choreography.) Cast:
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November 19 – December 23, 2001
Woyzeck |
Reviewed November 28
Running time 1 hour 30 minutes |
The inaugural production of the fledgling
Catalyst Theater Company is an impressive first show, a stylish presentation
of a strange play that seems very much a part of the modernist movement of
the first half of the twentieth century, but was actually written in the
first half of the nineteenth. Disjointed dichotomies, however, abound in
this play about madness, so any mismatch in that regard seems to fit.
Storyline: Inspired by the true story of repeated attempts to determine the
sanity of a czeck man by the name of Johann Christian Woyzeck who was
accused and then convicted of murdering his lover, this loosely plotted
collection of scenes reveals Woyzeck’s descent into madness in the face of
real and imagined torments.
The play is by Czeck author, Georg Buchner. When he died he left the
script unfinished and in disarray with, among other problems, no indication
of the order in which the scenes should be presented. Director Jesse Terrill
has pulled together the material in such a way as to make some sense of the
flow of the work. Terrill is also a composer of incidental music (he
composed music for J.B. for Rorschach and The Chosen for
Theater J.) He composed a score here that acts as the glue to connect the
scenes, creating a progression to the production that uses its very
disconnection as an element in Woyzeck’s condition.
The show takes the Clark Street Playhouse stage in rep with the
Washington Shakespeare Company’s Macbett using the same set, designed
by Giorgos Tsappas with lights by the same designer, Don Slater. The world
they create works better for this show than for the other as Terrill moves
his cast of ten all over the place – in ice skating he’d get high marks for
using all the ice – but leaving cast members who are not involved in a
specific scene on-stage observing events from every angle.
Scott Fortier, who is the artistic director of Catalyst, plays the
increasingly mad Woyzeck in a carefully paced performance that ties the
piece together as surely as Terrill's music does. The other nine performers
are uniformly good, a rare balance that serves the play quite well. Each
uses distinct postures as clues to personality and those personalities are
bizarre indeed. But this is a world of insanity they are presenting. The
only question is, is their strangeness the cause of or a reflection of
Woyzeck’s insanity?
Written by Georg Buchner. Direction and original music by Jesse Terrill.
Design: Giorgos Tsappas (set) Don Slater (lights) Michele Reisch (costumes)
Deric Jones (properties.) Cast: Scott Fortier, Scott McCormick, Peter Wylie,
September Marie Merkle, Maggie Glauber, Ellen Young, Richard Price,
Christopher Gallu, Christopher Janson, Wendy Wilmer. |
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