Last weekend I went to The DruidShakespeare The History Plays, a seven-hour marathon of condensed versions of Richard II, Henry IV parts I & 2 and Henry V at the Gerald W. Lynch Theatre at John Jay College, part of the Lincoln Center Festival 2015.
My first quibble is with Lincoln Center in presenting the plays a good hike to the west of Lincoln Center. I would have preferred the tent in Damrosch Park (which would have been a perfect setting for these plays) or the closer John Jay Theatre that they have used in the past. Apart from it's distance from Lincoln Center, this particular theatre, though large, is characterless and antiseptic.
Although I did not, in the end, have a problem with losing some of the text (well-edited by the Irish playwright Mark O'Rowe), I did take issue with the deliberate incorporation of Irish accents. These are history plays, after all, about the English monarchy. It just didn't work for me to have both Henry's dropping their "h"'s as if they were Irish peasants.
And I did take issue with the amount of gender switching or perhaps just with the way in which it was executed. I'm fine with a woman taking on the roles of Henry VI and V but not with long hair flying and breastplates (literally "breast" plates to accentuate the fact that these were woman) which I found distracting. It was less of an issue with Aisling O'Sullivan as Henry V, her hair held back in a tight braid and for the most part dressed in unisex tunics. Derbhle Crotty at Henry IV, with her long hair (a hairpiece?) teased out and leggings that widened her slight hips, looked more like a Real Housewife of Staten Island than a 14th century king. That aside, her actual performance lacked the fire necessary to the part. Bosco Hogan as John of Gaunt in "Richard II", thrusting her chest out like a prize hen and shuffling along, simply came across as a dementia afflicted old woman. These are powerful roles and deserved to be played as such without cheapening gimmicks.
Marty Rea's doomed Richard II, however, was magnificent. His face painted white and his attire costume-like and severe, his appearance was otherworldly, like a performer in the The Pleasures of the Enchanted Isle at at Louis XIV's court of Versaille. His performance was nuanced, his line deliveries lightning quick and, although an arrogant and spoiled boy-king, he had my sympathy. I only regretted that this fine actor was not used to more effect in the later plays.
Garrett Lombard's Hotspur was also a standout as Hotspur as was Rory Nolan as Falstaff. It's always painful for me to watch Prince Hal's rejection of Falstaff in "Henry IV, Part II" and the great man's decline when his heart is broken.
I would happily go to a Druid Marathon of "Henry VII", Parts I, 2, 3 and "Richard III", but perhaps they can add the "h''s back in for the next round. And bring back the tent!
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
"The Way We Get By" and "The Taming of the Shrew"
"The Way We Get By"
I saw the delightful Neil LaBute play "The Way We Get By" at The Second Stage for it's next to last performance on June 21st. Yes, I did write "delightful." I had debated going to see it for several reasons, the primary one being that, although I loved "Reasons To Be Pretty" on Broadway in large part because of the stunning performance by Marin Ireland (readers of this blog will know that I am a huge fan), in general, and along with the rest of the theatre-going community I find LaBute's work to be misogynistic. I also am not a fan of The Second Stage where I have seen a number of disappointing revivals, like last year's star-studded "The Substance of Fire," and works by critically-lauded playwrights whom I find derivative, Sarah Ruhl being a prime example.
Directed by Leigh Silverman who directed the Obie Award winning "In The Wake" at the Public theatre (which also starred Marin Ireland, I might add), the action of the play, set in the living room of a small New York apartment, is just claustrophobic enough to not suffocate as the actors circle each other in a complicated mating dance that promises to never end.
I also had not been keen to see a two-person play with a film/television actress, Amanda Seyfried, who had had no previous theatrical experience. Boy, was I wrong. Seyfried's co-star in "The Way We Get By" is Thomas Sadoski, he of "Reasons to be Pretty" and also HBO's "The Newsroom." Sadoski is always solid and brings nuance to the roles he plays on stage. He did so here, at moments breaking my heart and at others making me want to wring his neck. I would like to say that he carried her along but that would not be accurate. Seyfried more than held her own creating a convincing portrait of a young woman who is not too deep but not without depth either, unmoored but aware of the distance to the shore.
"The Way We Get By" is a relationship play that takes place in the aftermath of a one-night stand. But as the play progresses it is as if we are peeling an onion, as layers and layers of connections come to light and complications abound. Are these two meant to be together? We're never sure. Since the play has closed, you'll have to wait for the movie (which I'm sure there'll be) to draw your own conclusions. And Dear Readers, let me add for the record, no misogyny there.
"The Taming of the Shrew"
Last night I went to the final Prospect Park performance of the The New York Classic Theatre's "The Taming of the Shrew." The classically-trained performers brought a playful spirit to the production as they led the audience from location to location like a group of wandering minstrels. Performances that stood out were Maxon Davis's incredibly magnetic Petruchio, Beethovan Oden's comically adept portrayal of Hortensio,and Nick Salamon's befuddled Bastista. I was especially impressed by Amy Hutchins who had just seamlessly stepped into the role of Katherina, replacing another actress.
The New York Classic Theatre has become one of my new go-tos for Shakespeare in New York and the current production did not disappoint, although there is a reason that the play is not often mounted. Feminists beware!
You still have time to catch "The Taming of the Shrew" in various parks around the city as well as their "Measure for Measure." Go to their website newyorkclassical.org for their full schedule or look for their page on Facebook.
I saw the delightful Neil LaBute play "The Way We Get By" at The Second Stage for it's next to last performance on June 21st. Yes, I did write "delightful." I had debated going to see it for several reasons, the primary one being that, although I loved "Reasons To Be Pretty" on Broadway in large part because of the stunning performance by Marin Ireland (readers of this blog will know that I am a huge fan), in general, and along with the rest of the theatre-going community I find LaBute's work to be misogynistic. I also am not a fan of The Second Stage where I have seen a number of disappointing revivals, like last year's star-studded "The Substance of Fire," and works by critically-lauded playwrights whom I find derivative, Sarah Ruhl being a prime example.
Directed by Leigh Silverman who directed the Obie Award winning "In The Wake" at the Public theatre (which also starred Marin Ireland, I might add), the action of the play, set in the living room of a small New York apartment, is just claustrophobic enough to not suffocate as the actors circle each other in a complicated mating dance that promises to never end.
I also had not been keen to see a two-person play with a film/television actress, Amanda Seyfried, who had had no previous theatrical experience. Boy, was I wrong. Seyfried's co-star in "The Way We Get By" is Thomas Sadoski, he of "Reasons to be Pretty" and also HBO's "The Newsroom." Sadoski is always solid and brings nuance to the roles he plays on stage. He did so here, at moments breaking my heart and at others making me want to wring his neck. I would like to say that he carried her along but that would not be accurate. Seyfried more than held her own creating a convincing portrait of a young woman who is not too deep but not without depth either, unmoored but aware of the distance to the shore.
"The Way We Get By" is a relationship play that takes place in the aftermath of a one-night stand. But as the play progresses it is as if we are peeling an onion, as layers and layers of connections come to light and complications abound. Are these two meant to be together? We're never sure. Since the play has closed, you'll have to wait for the movie (which I'm sure there'll be) to draw your own conclusions. And Dear Readers, let me add for the record, no misogyny there.
"The Taming of the Shrew"
Last night I went to the final Prospect Park performance of the The New York Classic Theatre's "The Taming of the Shrew." The classically-trained performers brought a playful spirit to the production as they led the audience from location to location like a group of wandering minstrels. Performances that stood out were Maxon Davis's incredibly magnetic Petruchio, Beethovan Oden's comically adept portrayal of Hortensio,and Nick Salamon's befuddled Bastista. I was especially impressed by Amy Hutchins who had just seamlessly stepped into the role of Katherina, replacing another actress.
The New York Classic Theatre has become one of my new go-tos for Shakespeare in New York and the current production did not disappoint, although there is a reason that the play is not often mounted. Feminists beware!
You still have time to catch "The Taming of the Shrew" in various parks around the city as well as their "Measure for Measure." Go to their website newyorkclassical.org for their full schedule or look for their page on Facebook.
Sunday, June 7, 2015
"10 Out of "12" is a 12, qualms about "The Qualms" and no glory for "Gloria"
"10 Out of 12" at The Soho Rep made me think about two great French films about filmmaking, "Day For Night" and "Irma Vep." If one really really loves movies then these two films cannot fail to captivate. Well, I really really love theatre and Anne Washburn's engrossing new play at The Soho Rep had the same effect on me. Perhaps to have been a part of that world makes the experience that much richer, but not having been so should not detract from one's enjoyment of the play.
The play takes place during the long hours of the final tech rehearsal for a macabre unnamed historical play (think Poe, for example) at the Soho Rep. We, the audience, are outfitted with a listening device and can hear all the backstage prattle from the stage crew, sometimes relevant to the production but often as mundane as a description of the sandwich brought for the long hours ahead. The actors go in an out of character in the stop-and-go rhythm of the rehearsal as the director and his assistant move through the audience and across the stage.
As the rehearsal progresses we see the subtle do-se-do of relationships among the cast and crew. Artistic temperaments flair up, accidents occur and the show does go on.
As is the norm for pretty much everything I have seen at The Soho Rep, the writing is risky, the performances are pitch-perfect and the direction is seamless.
As for "The Qualms" at Playwright's Horizons the new play by Bruce Norris of the Tony-winning "Clybourne Park" fame, apart from an exceptional performance by Jeremy Schamus, the play is derivative, a poor man's (or woman's) Pinter or Albee. I was not a fan of "Clybourne Park" (been there, seen that) but I know I was in the minority so, I expect if you liked that, then "The Qualms will appeal to you as well.
Branden Jacob-Jenkins new play "Gloria" at The Vineyard Theatre is a disappointment as well. Readers of this blog will know that I was a huge fan of his play "An Octoroon" which I saw at The Soho Rep and then again at Theatre for a New Audience in Brooklyn. That play was audacious in the way it experimented with space and time and addressed race and class. "Gloria" strives for much less.
The play takes place during the long hours of the final tech rehearsal for a macabre unnamed historical play (think Poe, for example) at the Soho Rep. We, the audience, are outfitted with a listening device and can hear all the backstage prattle from the stage crew, sometimes relevant to the production but often as mundane as a description of the sandwich brought for the long hours ahead. The actors go in an out of character in the stop-and-go rhythm of the rehearsal as the director and his assistant move through the audience and across the stage.
As the rehearsal progresses we see the subtle do-se-do of relationships among the cast and crew. Artistic temperaments flair up, accidents occur and the show does go on.
As is the norm for pretty much everything I have seen at The Soho Rep, the writing is risky, the performances are pitch-perfect and the direction is seamless.
As for "The Qualms" at Playwright's Horizons the new play by Bruce Norris of the Tony-winning "Clybourne Park" fame, apart from an exceptional performance by Jeremy Schamus, the play is derivative, a poor man's (or woman's) Pinter or Albee. I was not a fan of "Clybourne Park" (been there, seen that) but I know I was in the minority so, I expect if you liked that, then "The Qualms will appeal to you as well.
Branden Jacob-Jenkins new play "Gloria" at The Vineyard Theatre is a disappointment as well. Readers of this blog will know that I was a huge fan of his play "An Octoroon" which I saw at The Soho Rep and then again at Theatre for a New Audience in Brooklyn. That play was audacious in the way it experimented with space and time and addressed race and class. "Gloria" strives for much less.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
I'm a Sucker for an Annie Baker Play
So I saw Annie Baker's "The Flick" at the Barrow Street Theatre last week and, as usual when I see one of her plays ("Circle Mirror Transformation" at Playwrites Horizons, her translation of "Uncle Vanya"at the Soho Rep), had the satisfaction of seeing exceptional theatre. The play takes place in a Massachusettes movie theatre where three employees cycle between taking tickets, selling concessions, working the projector and, for the time they are on stage, cleaning the theatre.
Rose, Sam and Avery are a sad-sacky bunch. Rose, played by Louise Krause, seems at first like a disaffected punk, all snarky and dark-humored. Matthew Mayher's Sam is in his mid-thirties has no direction in life beyond pride in his current menial job. Avery, the very fine young actor Aaron Clifton Moren, is a black college student and son of a university professer, whose psychological problems have caused him to take a hiatis from school. As a film nut with a seemingly endless store of movie trivia on tap, he propels the action of the play forward. Slowly, the characters reveal more about themselves and begin to connect as they metaphorically dance around each other.
This is one of the last remaining movie theatres in Massachusettes that actually show films on celluloid which is what has attracted Avery to work here, sweeping popcorn off the floor and scraping gum off seats. But the new owner plans to digitilize and Avery will be left rudderless once more. Small dramas are played out over the course of the three plus hours but the play is really about so much: race, class, love, longing, loss and the inevitable march of time.
"The Flick" is three hours long and the theatre is small and not air-conditioned. During much of the play there is silence on stage and what dialogue there is often fragmented as in real life. The New York Times critic Charles Isherwood makes a point in his review of saying that the play is difficult to sit through for some people; both times he saw it there were people who either walked out during the play or left at intermission. I only wish that the enormously tall, wide and fidgety man sitting in front of me had done so.
Rose, Sam and Avery are a sad-sacky bunch. Rose, played by Louise Krause, seems at first like a disaffected punk, all snarky and dark-humored. Matthew Mayher's Sam is in his mid-thirties has no direction in life beyond pride in his current menial job. Avery, the very fine young actor Aaron Clifton Moren, is a black college student and son of a university professer, whose psychological problems have caused him to take a hiatis from school. As a film nut with a seemingly endless store of movie trivia on tap, he propels the action of the play forward. Slowly, the characters reveal more about themselves and begin to connect as they metaphorically dance around each other.
This is one of the last remaining movie theatres in Massachusettes that actually show films on celluloid which is what has attracted Avery to work here, sweeping popcorn off the floor and scraping gum off seats. But the new owner plans to digitilize and Avery will be left rudderless once more. Small dramas are played out over the course of the three plus hours but the play is really about so much: race, class, love, longing, loss and the inevitable march of time.
"The Flick" is three hours long and the theatre is small and not air-conditioned. During much of the play there is silence on stage and what dialogue there is often fragmented as in real life. The New York Times critic Charles Isherwood makes a point in his review of saying that the play is difficult to sit through for some people; both times he saw it there were people who either walked out during the play or left at intermission. I only wish that the enormously tall, wide and fidgety man sitting in front of me had done so.
Friday, May 1, 2015
Putting Up My Shingle Again
Apologies for my long absence but life has been fairly chaotic recently. I'm back and had much to comment on.
April 13th was my second time at Irish Arts Center for Muldoon's Picnic. The evening kicked off with the hilarious "I Haven't Seen The Movie But I've Read The Book" performed by Paul Muldoon and the Wayside Shrines. Also on the roster were the writer and memoirist Mary Karr, Irish poet Nuala Ni Dhomhanaill and Larry Kirwan of Black 47.
Nuala Ni Dhomhanaill read her poems in Irish Gaelic paired with Muldoon's translations. Her mermaid poems are myth but such that she considers 'a basic, fundamental structuring of our (the Irish) reality, a narrative that we place on the chaos of sensation to make sense of our lives.'
Larry Kirwan read a passage about Rory Gallagher from his book "The History of Irish Music" and performed songs from "Transport," his musical about Irish women deported to Australia in 1846. But it was his story about his recent visit to a community of Irish called Red Legs who haved lived on Barbados since the 17th Century, brought there as slaves for British planters, that resonated most profoundly.
Mary Karr surprised with her rocking performance of "I Hate That Big Fat Bitch Who Had You First" which she wrote with Rodney Crowell and performed here with The Wayside Shrines.
But the unexpected visit of Larry Kirwan's 20-something son Rory (named no doubt for Rory Gallagher) performing a spoken word piece got the youth vote and was the highlight of the evening.
I look forward to many more Muldoon's picnics. They will resume in the Fall. For more information you can visit www.irishartscenter.org or follow Irish Arts Center on Facebook.
I'll be back with observations about my beloved Soho Rep's readings from their current Writer/Director Lab, a mini-review of "An American In Paris", snarky comments about the new musical "Iowa" and "The Heidi Chronicals" and much, much more.
April 13th was my second time at Irish Arts Center for Muldoon's Picnic. The evening kicked off with the hilarious "I Haven't Seen The Movie But I've Read The Book" performed by Paul Muldoon and the Wayside Shrines. Also on the roster were the writer and memoirist Mary Karr, Irish poet Nuala Ni Dhomhanaill and Larry Kirwan of Black 47.
Nuala Ni Dhomhanaill read her poems in Irish Gaelic paired with Muldoon's translations. Her mermaid poems are myth but such that she considers 'a basic, fundamental structuring of our (the Irish) reality, a narrative that we place on the chaos of sensation to make sense of our lives.'
Larry Kirwan read a passage about Rory Gallagher from his book "The History of Irish Music" and performed songs from "Transport," his musical about Irish women deported to Australia in 1846. But it was his story about his recent visit to a community of Irish called Red Legs who haved lived on Barbados since the 17th Century, brought there as slaves for British planters, that resonated most profoundly.
Mary Karr surprised with her rocking performance of "I Hate That Big Fat Bitch Who Had You First" which she wrote with Rodney Crowell and performed here with The Wayside Shrines.
But the unexpected visit of Larry Kirwan's 20-something son Rory (named no doubt for Rory Gallagher) performing a spoken word piece got the youth vote and was the highlight of the evening.
I look forward to many more Muldoon's picnics. They will resume in the Fall. For more information you can visit www.irishartscenter.org or follow Irish Arts Center on Facebook.
I'll be back with observations about my beloved Soho Rep's readings from their current Writer/Director Lab, a mini-review of "An American In Paris", snarky comments about the new musical "Iowa" and "The Heidi Chronicals" and much, much more.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
"Skylight" is Heaven
Seeing "Skylight" last week was heaven. I've been an enormous fan of the playwright David Hare since I first saw "Teeth and Smiles" in London in 1975 (with Helen Mirren, no less). A few years later, in New York, I was treated to Kate Nelligan's splendid performance in "Plenty" and, more recently, "The Vertical Hour" with Bill Nighy and Julianne Moore. I can't say that I have loved every work by Mr. Hare, the screenplay for "The Hours" being high on my list of belly-flops, but when he sticks to theatre he is in my personal canon along with Rabe, Pinter, Albee and Stoppard.
At first I thought, "Oh, no!" when Bill Nighy entered, all nervous tics and jutting angles, but Carey Mulligan grounded him with her still, solid performance. As they interacted his physical schtick fell away and we were in the moment with this couple who are forever intertwined despite the difference in their ages and political beliefs, beliefs that will never make it possible for the two to actually share a life. It's painful to watch, but oh so exhilarating.
Mulligan's performance as Kyra is magnificent. She continues in the line of fine actresses to perform Hare's work from Helen Mirren to Kate Nelligan to Blaire Brown and Julianne Moore. I had not thought she had it in her based on her performance as Nina in "The Seagull" several years ago which I found wan and dull but she has matured as a stage actress and, based on this performance, can now be considered one of the finest actresses of her generation.
Nighy is excellent once he loses his mannerisms and allows himself to become Tom. Matthew Beard, as his son Edward, in two key scenes with Mulligan, is good as well. But they owe the success of their performances to Mulligan who is fierce, smart and strong.
At first I thought, "Oh, no!" when Bill Nighy entered, all nervous tics and jutting angles, but Carey Mulligan grounded him with her still, solid performance. As they interacted his physical schtick fell away and we were in the moment with this couple who are forever intertwined despite the difference in their ages and political beliefs, beliefs that will never make it possible for the two to actually share a life. It's painful to watch, but oh so exhilarating.
Mulligan's performance as Kyra is magnificent. She continues in the line of fine actresses to perform Hare's work from Helen Mirren to Kate Nelligan to Blaire Brown and Julianne Moore. I had not thought she had it in her based on her performance as Nina in "The Seagull" several years ago which I found wan and dull but she has matured as a stage actress and, based on this performance, can now be considered one of the finest actresses of her generation.
Nighy is excellent once he loses his mannerisms and allows himself to become Tom. Matthew Beard, as his son Edward, in two key scenes with Mulligan, is good as well. But they owe the success of their performances to Mulligan who is fierce, smart and strong.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Bedlam's Twice Told "Twelfth Night"
I had the extreme pleasure of seeing Bedlam's "Twelfth Night" and its sister "What You Will" this past week. Previously I had seen Bedlam's "Hamlet" and "Sense and Sensibility." What sets this company apart, far apart, is that they perform with an extremely limited number of actors. "Hamlet" was performed by three men and one woman, "Sense and Sensibility" by about eight(I don't remember the exact number) and the current "Twelfth Night" and "What You Will" by three men and two women playing mulitiple roles and crossing gender lines to do so. Both tellings of "Twelfth Night" are delightful and completely different stylistically.
"Twelfth Night" deconstructs the play with the actors performing in their own clothes and without props aside from a long wooden table and a couple of chairs. They mingle with the audience before, during and after the performance and the telling of the play feels off-hand, almost casual. Still, the audience is propelled along by the story and the frenetic energy of the ensemble. Viola and Cesario are played in this version by Eric Tucker, the director and also one of the founders of the company. Not so strange for a man to play Viola when one considers that in Shakespeare's day the female parts were played by boys.
"What You Will" is a more conventional, although stylized, interpretation of the play. It opens with the actors, dressed entirely in white, emerging from under a large white sail (and closes with the same). For the most part the women play the female roles and the men the male although Andrus Nichols, Bedlam's co-founder who plays Olivia here, does double up as Sir Toby who, in this version, is a woman. The pacing is elegant and beautifully blocked to allow for the constant changes in character by the five actors.
The casts for both plays are completed by Edmund Lewis who interprets Malviolio in two very different ways, Tom O'Keefe who does the same with Feste, and Susannah Millonzi as Viola in "What You Will" and Olivia in "Twelfth Night."
The company does play around a bit with Shakespeare's text but to good purpose and nothing of import is missing from either performance.
The two plays run through May 2nd at the Dorothy Strelsin Theater, 312 West 36th Street. Get your tickets soon because the theatre seats less than 100 people. Their website is theatrebedlam.org.
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