tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36410005711513204662024-03-21T09:40:32.597-07:00The Theatre ReviewEnter, dear friends, and enjoy art!
Wow, that was cheezy.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12605738259032101462noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-70214568635961913682009-07-16T12:25:00.000-07:002009-07-16T12:34:58.338-07:00Mini Review: San Francisco Mime Troupe's "Too Big To Fail"Like many on my facebook page, I used to think that the San Francisco Mime Troupe was... well, mimes, and thus didn't go see many of their performances. After all, if I wanted to get my mime fix, there was always <a href="http://twitter.com/theMime">The Mime on twitter</a>. So let me clear up this issue once and for all: the SF Mime Troupe is not silent theatre, it is comedic, political, musical theatre, pushing the boundaries and giving clear instructions on what us liberals should really be doing, especially with <span style="font-style: italic;">Too Big To Fail</span>. <br /><br />Their latest show is the story of the credit rise and fall in our country, with a healthy dose of "I told you so at the end" all wrapped up beautifully in the blanket of an African fable. Looking around at the Mill Valley, I wondered what they, if anything, were going to do after seeing this eye opening show, and realized that the show <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> a success - it worked on me; I see things in much less of a consumer perspective in the day that I've had the show to stew. They did what they set out to do. Let's just hope that someone with a little more money is affected as well.<br /><br />Other cool stuff:<br />Acting was fantastic!<br />Band was amazing!<br />Set was really cool.<br />Bring a blanket.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414365761827595773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-26653793845448682732009-01-20T12:44:00.000-08:002009-01-20T12:45:43.826-08:00Theatre: Twentieth Century at TheatreworksIn many ways, I'm a bad theatregoer. As a performer myself (currently not performing if anyone wants to change that), I have a sometimes extreme eye when it comes to theatre, and hand in hand with that thought, I know that most theatre isn't made for actors. In fact, nearly all isn't made for actors, and I'm fine with that; there's a certain amount of appeasement that goes with the field - it's just part of the game.<br /><br />That being said, the critical eye goes in my favor when... oh, say, critiquing a show. But yet, I strive to come in objectively, not see myself in any of the roles (easier said than done, but so far, amazingly successful), and try to look at the show as an average audience member. This attitude was fully in place when going to the opening night of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TheatreWorks</span>' new show, Twentieth Century. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Theatreworks</span>! The "Nationally-Acclaimed theatre of Silicon Valley!" Should be amazing; this is one of the truly awesome professional theatres in the Bay Area! And the play is interesting too - based on a movie of the same name, Twentieth Century is set on a train and its artistic inhabitants longing to find in some cases, success, and in others, love. Wow, and it's got a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Looney</span> Tune's screwball comedy farce quality, count me in for this night to remember!<br /><br />...<br /><br />Yes, one might think that. One might also want to sit around, watching snails drive their little trails along one's glass window; a fun image, but boring, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">unimaginative</span>, and mirthless in practice. Not to be an affront to snails, but Twentieth Century, with all its out of town actors and Silicon Valley backing, was one of the worst pieces of theatre this year. But hey, it's still early.<br /><br />Too harsh? Possibly. Perhaps the better saying is that the direction was simply uninspired. The casting was mismatched, and at times downright wrong. The sets were... well they were quite nice, actually. Costumes too. What director Robert Kelly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">unsuccessfully</span> attempted in this piece was half way between farce and reality, and with one foot on either side of the fence, the comedy (and humanity) never once came to the front.<br /><br />It wasn't entirely the direction, however. The leads, Dan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hiatt</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Rebecca</span> Dines, playing producer Oscar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Jaffe</span> and actress Lily Garland had the romantic chemistry of lobsters, and combined with frenetic acting choices, came across as sloppy throughout the whole show. This piece has some honest moments, too! These two artists were once in love, but sometimes even a great script can't save an awful performance.<br /><br />The rest of the cast isn't immune to hammy acting, over the top line readings, and framing sentences' cadence to sound like jokes, even if they aren't funny. Some of the performances were full fleshed characters: the zealot Matthew Clark is played charmingly by Gerry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Hiken</span>, and the Conductor (Edward <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Sarafian</span>) brings a bit of polished comedy, but those scenes are few and far between. The rest of the cast is as forgettable as their entrances.<br /><br />Save your money and the drive, queue up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Netflix</span> for the film, and watch Twentieth Century at home; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">TheatreWorks</span> doesn't deliver.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414365761827595773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-73240675378138341322008-06-12T12:15:00.000-07:002008-06-12T12:17:12.134-07:00More ReviewsI haven't been keeping this up as well as I should, but for now, I'll just direct you to www.edgesanfrancisco.com, in the theatre section.<br /><br />I'll probably write a review of the fairfax and pirate festivals this weekend, but until I know that I <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span>, I don't want to put my other reviews up here.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414365761827595773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-54081171702200804442008-05-14T08:21:00.000-07:002008-05-14T08:22:33.121-07:00Here's A Nice One<a href="http://www.edgesanfrancisco.com/index.php?ch=entertainment&sc=theatre&sc2=reviews&sc3=performance&id=73347">From Edge Magazine. I'm proud.</a>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414365761827595773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-50816530143633571092008-02-28T11:23:00.001-08:002008-02-28T11:23:34.763-08:00Little Shop - I Lost the Program... so Abbreviated<a name="OLE_LINK1">It’s the timeless legend: Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl is with other boy. Other boy is mean. Boy is jealous. Boy meets plant. Boy enters into a Faustian pact with plant in order to secure financial and romantic success. There’s also a Jewish shop owner and a Greek chorus of three thrown in there. And puppets! Did I mention puppets? What could possibly go wrong?</a><br /><br />Given the Nature of the Beast that is Little Shop of Horrors, there is a certain amount of forgiveness that one gives towards a production. After all, one of the main characters is a giant plant that needs to move and sing and be a force of nature on stage, something that germinates both awe and fear in the viewer. To top it all off, the music’s complex, the story’s difficult, and the characters, if miscast, can easily fall into stock two-dimensional comedy.<br /><br />6th Street Playhouse’s production falters in a few of these points. While they create a believable world where plants can come to life and talk to nerdy flower shop boys, they lose steam when it comes to fleshing out the world in its entirety, leaving some characters undeveloped, some songs awkwardly done, and clumsy movement done by almost all of the human actors.<br /><br />Indeed, it seems as if most of the rehearsal process was focused on the puppetry of the plant. A smart move; without a believable plant, there really is no show. (Then again, without the rest of the show rehearsed, there really is no show.) The plant, to put it simply, was amazing. Expertly sung and performed in plant suits, the experience was immediately absorbing and amazing – there was no question that a plant could move, (“Does this look inanimate to you, punk?!”) could threaten, and could sing like a mean green mother. When the plant started moving, all eyes turned.<br /><br />Unfortunately, the rest of the show falls a little short. While the set design and costumes certainly take us into the world visually, and the onstage band adds an amazing energy, most of the time the characters fall flat of what they truly can be. Of course, there is some camp that is required when it comes to Little Shop; after all, it’s parodying B horror movies. However, that doesn’t mean the characters need to be that way the entire time. What makes show so endearing is that these people stay very truly grounded in their world, but can have hopes and dreams and human emotions. What the actors did, however, was mostly fumble with odd movements and choreography and songs (with some exceptions). The buzzword for the evening that I’m looking for here is “awkward.”<br /><br />Again, this was simply a case of a great concept with not a great practical application. The show had the possibility of being truly amazing, but did not quite reach the top with the acting, direction, and choreography.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12605738259032101462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-70330626027890896242007-12-24T13:11:00.000-08:002008-01-01T13:11:42.154-08:00These Are My Friends<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YRVUmfY0b4glmgttPvFQmV6xotUUYsOVgB-CE8zVCUsYw3023GfF3SWJVaxWoVJplYiEuKKCfKoOmU7VkwnM1QIDVnOBJFHbeqd80i1FFGZdt5VINE_899md8m9STTUEAjDeFcmSM_o/s1600-h/Sweeney.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147650474867716258" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YRVUmfY0b4glmgttPvFQmV6xotUUYsOVgB-CE8zVCUsYw3023GfF3SWJVaxWoVJplYiEuKKCfKoOmU7VkwnM1QIDVnOBJFHbeqd80i1FFGZdt5VINE_899md8m9STTUEAjDeFcmSM_o/s320/Sweeney.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The biggest fear in seeing Tim Burton's adaptation of <em>Sweeney Todd</em> was the translation; film is an entirely different beast than theatre. There were newsflashes of songs and scenes being slashed from the show. ("They're cutting the 'Ballad of Sweeney Todd' from <em>Sweeney Todd</em>?!") Okay, Sondheim approved all the cast. Okay, he also approved the cuts of the chorus. And all his music is still present as the underscore. As long as 'Epiphany' is still there in full. It is? Oh good. One must be dubious when it comes to screen versions of theatre, especially with Burton at the helm; he has a habit, to say it mildly, of making interesting choices.</div><div> </div><br /><div>Preface being said, with eyes wide open, what was witnessed was a masterpiece of a film. Burton has truly visualized a "hole in the world like a great black pit" that is Sondheim and Sweeney's London. From the moment one enters this dog eat dog (or man eat man) world, we see clouds constantly blotting out the sun, dark waters churning below the waves, and rats in the streets; we know that this art has been taken care of with loving hands. Albeit those clutching straight razors. </div><div> </div><br /><div>For those with knowledge with the musical, the immediate familiarity of the score comes straight to the front. The chorus of voices is missed, to be sure, but the whole of the music is there, not only underscoring but becomes its own entity, the sprialing, haunting orchestrations drive the audience down the same madness of the rest of the characters in the film. </div><div> </div><br /><div>Purists argue that these movie stars' voices are not up to chops for Sondheim's tough melodies. After all, he is well known for making songs that no one can sing. However, while the songs are the force behind the story, the characters are at the heart; when terrific actors are found, everything else follows behind. This is exactly the case with <em>Sweeney</em>. Translating a huge melodrama into a film seems to reverse the polarity of the characters; instead of music hall broad strokes and comedy, everything is drawn inward - the singing reflects that. Johnny Depp's Sweeney has a harsh edge to his voice, and Helena Bonham Carter is fragile in tone; it doesn't seem like they could fill up a theatre. But that isn't what the film is, we see who these people are, and the music reflects that. Who needs broad strokes and big voices when the audience is there, in the shop, with blood splattered on their nice white shirts?</div><div> </div><br /><div>Sondheim, when originally making this musical, came from the standpoint of "Less is More," which is the style of the revival cast currently on tour. In a way, the film truly succeeds. Of course, London is fully realized from costumes to bakehouses, but the way the audience becomes intimately knowledgable with these people is brilliant in its simplicity. Not to gush, but Depp's portrayal of Sweeney is magnificent and heartbreaking. We see him go from a simple barber (brief, but poinant) to the driven man of rage as dark as the city he returns to. All of his performances are captivating, but none so much as this brooding, epic antihero. His voice is harsh, but it is always touched with such utter sadness and despiration. He is matched by the practicality of Carter's Lovett. It seems that her despiration warrants even more sympathy, but then one realizes that she is purly evil for greed; no reparations for past crimes, simply for want of more money. But she isn't the usual comic relief that usually comes with characterizations, Carter is a surprise treat and is simply amazing in creating a deep and brooding baker, with the same drive as Sweeney. It must be said, however, that she does bring the house down (with the help of amazing filming) during "By The Sea", the one truly comic number.<br /><br />The cast is further fleshed out with the extremely wise casting of Alan Rickman as Judge Turpin, the other antagonist of the film. He, like the rest of the cast, sings as someone who hasn't held a tune in 20 years, but does it with such conviction and power that it never matters; the notes are all there, but what is more important is the clarity of his character. His performance is matched in intensity but opposite in theme by Sasha Baron Cohen, playing the braggart, Adolfo Pirelli. Largely comic relief, Mr. Cohen brings a quiet practicality to his actions when he is behind closed doors that is surprisingly powerful. Perhaps the true standout of the supporting roles is Ed Sanders as Tobias Ragg. Playing the assistant to Pirelli, and then to Lovett and Todd after his master is called away, he is a ferocious and powerful presence wrapped in a very small young person. His performance of "Not While I'm Around" with Carter is one of the best scenes in musical history.<br /><br />While Jamie Campbell Bower and Jane Wisener play Anthony Hope and Johanna Turpin/Todd well, their lovers' relationship is severely neutered with the cutting of the script and songs. What is once a brightness and comedic light in this world is now simply awkward; the audience simply does not care for these people who have had so little screen presence. The parts are played incredibly adeptly and with fierce conviction, but it seems like Tim Burton has missed this opportunity. Along the same vein, Timothy Spall is highly miscast as Beadle Bamford. He, like everyone else, is a wonderful actor, but it seems as if he took a cue from Wormtail from <span style="font-style: italic;">Harry Potter</span> and Nathaniel from <span style="font-style: italic;">Enchanted</span>: ugly and coarse rather than slick and corrupted, as the Beadle is traditionally played.<br /><br />The missed opportunites give a tiny sour note to what is otherwise a magnificent production. <span style="font-style: italic;">Sweeney Todd</span> has always been a force of nature, and it is an extreme pleasure to see something this amazing translated so well.<br /></div></div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414365761827595773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-86654065910439145472007-12-17T12:46:00.000-08:002007-12-18T09:41:32.163-08:00Do I Like Fish?It’s here, it is, it is! The ‘rednecks are dumb’ play to end all ‘rednecks are dumb’ plays. San Jose Stage Company is the next in an ever-growing line to produce <em>A Tuna Christmas</em>, the incredibly popular sequel to <em>Greater Tuna</em> (also incredibly popular). One meets and re-meets, through the course of the evening, the various residents of Tuna County, Texas, as they are preparing for holiday contest and plays. With only a smattering of plot more than the first one (There’s a contest this time! And a Christmas Phantom! And is Stanley Bumiller actually getting out of Tuna?!), and roughly the same stale jokes, the true entertainment comes from the two actors playing 22 characters, complete with full costume changes; without two strong actors, the play will fall short of its goal of entertainment.<br /><br />To call Kevin Blackton and Tim Hendrixson only strong actors is too little praise. These powerhouse performers blast through the wordy scenes and awkward lines with grace and gusto. Every character they have developed is fully formed and realized, adding much needed humanity to the broad humor of the show. Characters fill out the town well; the stand outs seem to be the ones that add a smidge of grace to the show; Mr. Blackton’s Bertha Bumiller, the matriarch of a local family, gives some very poignant speeches about love and past Christmases. Mr. Hendrixson’s Petey Fisk, reporting for the Tuna Humane Society is ever effervescent in his want for a good home for pets. It is obvious to the observer that the two actors are having fun at working hard in making a worn down script into something much more entertaining.<br /><br />Additional praise must be given to the two dressers, Kat Hepner and Samantha Howell. Aside from a hiccup nearing the end of the show, the changes were done smoothly. The rest of the technical crew helped the show well, from the adorable costumes by Eileen Barnes to the Christmas Phantom scene changes as different trees appear and disappear throughout the show.<br /><br /><em>A Tuna Christmas</em> is a lot like holiday candy, you shouldn’t really indulge, but you just want to have another piece.<br /><br />- A Tuna Christmas plays through December 23 at the San Jose Stage Company, <a href="http://www.sanjosestage.com/">http://www.sanjosestage.com/</a>.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414365761827595773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-19528487789123256842007-12-14T09:19:00.000-08:002007-12-14T10:14:38.085-08:00Lady Lady. Oh.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8h4WRCwznU1KH2mt_cHzv1Z3_Jz9PIdiiVGHzLpvnzCgOMHPVTxVLvSJn2BGhTIr-lQc1nh85VGLwZ5GKYbWmf6gaus6L7bC_v22L_n9FAtqZL-BM95v5HVIVnpPvDwcr5Ou0HEG-sg/s1600-h/oh+lady.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143880210841366514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8h4WRCwznU1KH2mt_cHzv1Z3_Jz9PIdiiVGHzLpvnzCgOMHPVTxVLvSJn2BGhTIr-lQc1nh85VGLwZ5GKYbWmf6gaus6L7bC_v22L_n9FAtqZL-BM95v5HVIVnpPvDwcr5Ou0HEG-sg/s320/oh+lady.jpg" border="0" /></a> 42nd Street Moon definetly has been bitten by something wonderful. They have a very unique approach to the art that they create; purely joyful entertainment. The "forgotten musicals" they produce are of course slightly dated (1918 humor! What a hoot!) but the energy and spirit of the cast and music infuse their entire productions with wit, charm, and heart.<br /><br /><em>Oh Lady! Lady!! </em>is certainly no exception to this rule. In their traditional (and somewhat unneccessary) staged concert format, the songs are lighthearted, plots are simple, and smiles are abundant. Coming from the style of the Princess Theatre musicals, one is never too anxious about the plot and how three couples (+ chorus and supporting roles) are going to turn out in the end. This is a time of unabashed love and committed union, where love conquers all and gosh darn it to everything else! <br /><br />The show does suffer from some slight style issues. There were times in the play where the heightened stylized actions are not matched by some of the supporting roles, and many references to "young man" and "young woman" could possibly been changed to "man" or "woman"; sometimes suspension of disbelief can only go so far. But director Kalon Thibodeaux kept everything so lighthearted that the show as a whole makes up for any lacking; and the pace raced along, never giving enough time for the audience to check their watches.<br /><br />What was the true joy of the evening were the performances themselves. The entire cast was tight, and was unique and hard working. Of particular note is a Moon veteran, Bill Fahrner, who gave a tender and incredibly honest streak in addition to his masterful comedy as Hale Underwood, and Meghann May who plays the enginue with a lightheartedness and soft comedy of a young woman in love. The true standout, however, is Michael Cassidy who plays Willoughby Finch, largely the straight man of the show, with incredible comic timing and quirks that are instantly endearing.<br /><br />For a grand evening out, <em>Oh Lady! Lady!!</em> is a peach to see.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18414365761827595773noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-15803637957131649882007-12-03T08:43:00.000-08:002007-12-03T11:33:27.212-08:00Straight into Blogger - Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLq5FcHyjgn9u63aNcCJ3z389yrPWyWdYLAA_-LGerqZ-ux-5ngnUWBlNI500dxGZElDSfjF83WIq0sLnFGEWkimKsXVXg8T-PepPbjHy0cQUeV4ShqsJFVrRxsM8dJIh1uT-SF41mttQC/s1600-r/mrmagorium.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139832019417794274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iBanh4R6lcs7tCn_axhT_gs-8SfbJrjXQMIQORccMYbK84th_XEgONXch3im-D9mwHaTWYzTXem54ipIO1dlCmUCsD4nlZjPuMFcyLofxs7qgvsG083LTfePhYI5wyd2MhwuAjGjTYsr/s200/mrmagorium.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There are precious few children's films that really stand out from the crowd anymore. More and more of them look like a parade of fart and poop jokes until some concert resolution or young people are smarter than old people because we have imagination or more farting and pooping at the end. Fart and poop have their places in this world, certainly, but when it comes to imagination and originality, it seems rather stale.<br /><br />Certainly there was a chip on my shoulder after looking at previews of holiday movies coming out, and when I originally planned on seeing <em>Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium, </em>the thought, "Oh great, a childen's movie about a toy store, it will just be full of stupid product placement and dumbassness, followed up with farting," ran through my admittedly jaded head. What I experienced, however, was a wonderful evening full of delightful experiences. And just a little bit of product placement.<br /><br />Filmed from (mostly) the point of view of an omniscent version of the narrator, Eric Applebaum (played by the charming Zach Mills), the story is told through chapters in a book, beginning near the end of Mr. Magorium's time with his Emporium. The action takes a leisurely pace that focuses on Molly Mahoney (Natalie Portman), Magorium's apprentice and store manager, and drifts in and out of the magical realm that everyone can see if they only looked for it. To round it all off in the formula, Magorium hires an accountant (a cross between a count and a mutant, according to Magorium), Henry Weston (straight man with a heart of gold, Jason Bateman).<br /><br />Stock characters aside, this movie is excellent. Dustin Hoffman is amazing in every role he does, and this is no exception. He floats through his scenes (not quite stealing, he's much too good of an actor) giving an air of merriment and intelligence. His relationships to animate and inanimate alike are quite amazing; his grin and love of life was infectious, as is his fatherly affection to Portman, who gives a strong performance of a woman stuck between a rock and a hard place.<br /><br />Spoiler alert.<br /><br />Ah, but that's where we come to. Magorium, being 243 years old is quite ready for something different; the accountant (mutant) was hired to put everything in order, and the store was bequeathed to his manager. He has lived his life, and now Magorium wants to die. It is this portrayal of death which truly makes the story shine and become something incredibly unique: Magorium is not sick or crazy or suicidal, he simply has lived his entire life, and is now ready to leave. The decision is made, and it is an incredibly healthy one. One of the greatest cinematic moments is abrout two thirds of the way through; a scene between Hoffman and Portman, no special effects, two characters that love each other so much, two masterful actors communicating.<br /><br />Spoiler alert ends.<br /><br />Aside from a few loose ends and a few characters not used as much as they should, this film is charming, beautiful, and poniant. I would recommend it to children of all ages, including adults who think they're done being children. Go expecting something fun, leave with something that has so much more sparkle.</div>Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12605738259032101462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-10804582606309849352007-11-08T11:33:00.000-08:002007-11-14T11:33:10.021-08:00Sour GrapesThe theatrical version of John Steinbeck’s <em>Grapes of Wrath</em>, adapted by Frank Galati in late 1988, at 6th Street Playhouse was much heralded for its production; a river in the orchestra pit, a full size truck on stage, barn raisings/lowerings/setting on fire-ings – all of these things are appealing, after all, one of the great aspects of theatrical art is seeing something created <em>there</em>, done <em>right in front of you</em>, for anyone to watch and enjoy and experience live. However, while the production’s technical aspects certainly hit the right mark, the rest of the process (read: acting) was at times stagnant and uninteresting.<br /><br />This is perhaps too unfair for the 30-plus ensemble that makes up the countryside from the dust bowl to California. In fact, the ensemble makes the show interesting when the scenes are creaking along like so many jalopies breaking down on the road to salvation. Tom Joad, our protagonist, played with a tremendous amount of dull by Brent Lindsay, obviously made a strong choice by playing very close and reserved, but the strength of it seems to disappear slightly when one can’t hear a word that comes out of his mouth. And the times that words are heard, they are strung together so fast that an eloquent speech about family becomes, “meagardagdarhbnrhadhs.” Insightful.<br /><br />Chris Murphy dwarfs Lindsay in his portrayal of Grandpa Joad. His energy was intoxicating, but it looked as if he didn’t know what to do with it; everything he said was either shouted or muffled into his hands as his excitement grew about the trip. (It should be said, however, that his other character, the Man Who Gives Jobs To The Suckers Who Are Living In A Hooverville, is very quietly powerful.)<br /><br />This is not to say that there aren’t some good performances in the cast. Ma and Pa Joad, played by Kate Brinkley and Dodds Delzell, respectively, give steadfast, simple, and elegant performances, keeping grounded when so many of the other performers drift off into the Somewhere Else. Dwayne Stincelli, as Uncle John also brings a touch of humanity to the show with his honest portrayal. And as stated before, much of the ensemble scenes are heartwarming and tragic; the simplicity sadness of living in this horrible time is apparent to everyone as they go through the motions of burying their loved ones (on stage, twice!) and try to survive.<br /><br />It was hard not to pay more attention to the beautiful sets (designed by David Lear), sound and music (Jim Peterson) and costumes (Pamela Johnson) than the action going on upon, in, and around them. Indeed, the most interesting parts are the musical interludes where ensemble members/narrators come out and sing text and songs of the time. The show itself looks beautiful, now if only everyone else would come up to that level.<br /><br /><br />While <em>Grapes of Wrath</em> was not (by a long shot) a great show, the production values and the energy of the show is consistent, I can say fairly that I did not waste 2 and a half hours of my life, but unfortunately, 6th Street bit off more than it can chew.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12605738259032101462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-9124461670685732712007-11-08T11:32:00.000-08:002007-11-08T11:33:13.607-08:00Polished Performances, Small SpaceI have a perfect idea. Let’s take <em>King Lear</em>, one of the most well known Shakespeare plays (good or bad, depending on your opinion of the bard), contemporize it, and write it as a comedy. Will it ever work? Well, in Central Works’ revival of their 2002 play, <em>Every Inch a King</em>, it does, for the most part. Just spot the <em>Lear</em> references and tally up your score at the end.<br /><br />“Our focus is originality,” the mission states at the beginning of the program, and this play, while thematically taking from a non original source, is stuffed full of original ideas in making the ultimate tragedy a little brighter, infused with hope, at least for the short term. This comedic adaptation is a sharp and interesting piece of theatre.<br /><br />Three sisters, Gwen, Rae, and Leah have come to meet each other after their father, Reginald Leroy, an unseen but greatly felt presence in the other room, has had a stroke. From the start, he can no longer talk, but can communicate through thumping the “old walls” with his cane, and Gwen, the oldest sister, has assumed the role of caretaker, while the other two sisters have come, presumably at the request of Gwen, to talk about what to do with their father.<br /><br />It is a workout for the three actors, even with a tight script – written by Gary Graves, who also directs - that keeps the action flowing, and in the Berkeley City Club, the performance space is more of a small lounge room than a theatre, seating just shy of 50. It is almost a double-edged sword; the nuances in all three of the women’s performances come out and the small space seems to get smaller as their tensions flare at one another as the night progresses. It is staged beautifully, with only one or two tricky areas in that “theatre in the almost round” space.<br /><br />While the words push the action along at a nice pace, it was only the interactions between the sisters that was truly interesting about the play – there was a smattering of a plot, an accountant named Ed who wants to sell the land, and who was/is in a relationship with Gwen and Rae, and the character development is little more than stock: sister who cares, sister who doesn’t, sister who’s innocent (but psychic? Maybe it runs in the family).<br /><br />However, the actors themselves inhabit the characters fully. Rica Anderson plays the youngest, Leah, who has found religion in the ancient Native American tribes of the region. Bad form to laugh at spiritual dances? Not quite sure, but Rica delivers them and other comments – mostly playing on her innocence – with the strength and commitment of a true comedian, as well as truly honest, heartfelt moments about her family.<br /><br />Sandra Schlechter gives a touching performance as the oldest, Gwen, who takes care of Reginald, and has a great opening speech to the audience, (her 1st grade class). She has, perhaps, the most nuance of the three; the parts where she observes are sometimes more engrossing than the dialogue.<br /><br />Jan Zvaifler plays Rae, the middle child, with bold strokes and confidence. Her strengths lie in the more action oriented scenes, when the sisters confront their pasts and previous arguments – Jan is incredibly convincing as a woman who wants what’s best for her family, and is completely sure on the path to take.<br /><br /><em>King</em> is wonderfully designed in lights (Gary Graves), which invoke wonderful moodiness from sunsets to thunderstorms to the paranormal that happens at the height of the storm, to sound (Gregory Scharpen) – ranging from the sitcom idea of cell phones ringing at the exact inopportune time, to downright creepy, and costumes (Tammy Berlin), giving the three sisters distinct visual styles to even more heighten their characters. Of particular note should be the set designer, Chad Owens, who uses the small space to the utmost efficiency, and hinting at the disrepair with duct tape and rotary phones.<br /><br />Aside for a few times where the energy fell, maybe a fluke, maybe a dropped line, maybe the fact that I was laughing too loud, the play felt longer than it was. But at an hour and forty-five minutes, it ends as a pleasant surprise at the end of the night. It was a great time out at the theatre; this is what art should be – simply extraordinary.<br /><br />Every Inch a King by Gary Graves: 8 p.m. Thursday-Saturday and 5 p.m. Sundays through Nov. 18 at Berkeley City Club, 2315 Durant Ave. $25-$29, sliding scale; Thursdays, pay-what-you-will. 510.558.1381. centralworks.org.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12605738259032101462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-73822777150955284802007-11-08T11:31:00.000-08:002007-11-08T11:32:27.939-08:00More Hot PiesFirst off, I would like to say that <em>Sweeney Todd</em> is my Favorite Musical. Some would call me a musical snob, because lately I haven’t really been enjoying anything that doesn’t have complex polyphonic harmonies and deep, twisted plot that comes from Sondheim and his various co conspirators. In the past, I’ve listened to this show and thought it can do no wrong, and that is that.<br /><br />That being said, I’ve known about the new concept for <em>Sweeney</em>, now starting it’s national tour at A.C.T. in San Francisco, directly importing the show from its new Broadway revival (which in turn was directly imported from its London revival). For those of you not in the know, this incarnation of the demon barber is a very stripped down one; characters are vastly cut – gone are the days of the huge ensemble, it’s now a trim cast of 9. The set is sparse, with action and dialogue facing outward toward the audience, a few chairs, a large towering shelf full of various dolls, knives, and other – for lack of a better word – junk, filling the stands, and a large ominous black coffin in the middle of the stage. There is little guess as to what this musical is going to be about.<br /><br />The orchestra is also cut, and the actors fill in those roles as well. Perhaps done because of budget, this concept is played through with vigor and commitment – bringing strange and innovative dynamics to the character interactions onstage: Antony, the excellent Benjamin Magnuson, and Johanna, played by Lauren Molina beautifully, play their cellos together in almost perfect choreography, matching their love for one another with quick, passionate bow movements. Every member of the cast plays their music aptly and professionally – no small task given the heavy tone of the show and the tightness of the space.<br /><br /><em>Sweeney Todd</em> was written, so says Sondheim, for a small, intimate setting like this one, “less is more” – it was Hal Prince, the director of the original Broadway production in 1979 who went for the “more is more” route. Perhaps more is what was ingrained in the music itself, because without the heart pounding orchestrations contributing to Todd’s disintegrating sanity, and the nostalgia that comes from seeing someone’s throat slit and their lifeless corpse falling down a chute to the bakery below, something just seems missing. Perhaps to add a little bit of structure to an already plot heavy show, Tobias, the young barber-turned-pie assistant, is given a framing device of being in an insane asylum, giving his account of the events – the character is frequently seen avidly watching the action on stage. This falls short, but like the rest of the show, seems a fault of the concept and the director, not the commitment of the actor.<br /><br />Certainly, it is the acting and singing and the all around greatness of the cast that brings this show out of a slightly boggy muck. Watching the show, I wanted nothing from the cast – they were doing everything with such commitment and power that I haven’t seen in theatre for a long time.<br /><br />Magnuson and Molina, the two lovers who originated the revival roles on Broadway, are excellently matched. They fully engross themselves within the world of the play. Their cellos hotly match one another during their songs, burning their passion through quick strokes. Magnuson, playing Antony, is very much the idealist during the show, he believes through thick and thin that everything will work out, even when things continue to travel down to their darkest and the body count continues to rise (an abstract concept within the show, everybody who is killed puts on lab coats with blood splattered, gets up, walks over to their instrument, and continues to play. Quite effective and creepy, especially if you like a zombie motif). And Molina as Johanna certainly adds to that corpse fest, showing that she is truly her father’s daughter; as an ingénue she radiates innocence, beauty, but with a hint of crazy that grows (and grows and grows…).<br /><br />The other two “lovers” in this show are Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett. It is unsure whether or not they actually have genuine affection for one another, or that they simply love the situation. David Hess makes an incredible Sweeney, taking more character choices from the original incarnation of the role rather than the revival. He ranges from genuinely monstrous to introspective sadness, and one can definitely see the arc of Sweeney’s numbing to the world through Hess’s beautiful performance. Judy Kaye plays Mrs. Lovett with a practical gruesomeness; her macabre sense of humor shines as she takes over the stage. Of course, Kaye leads the showstopper, “A Little Priest,” and she makes it a scene that makes the show worthwhile. It would be hard not to watch her if not for the excellence of the rest of the company: Katrina Yaukey plays the over the top Adolfo Pirelli (the king of barbers, the barber of kings) with grace and style. Edmund Bagnell as Tobias brings another beautiful touch of innocence to the mix; Keith Butterbaugh’s Judge Turpin brings an almost televangical touch to the role, his honesty is extraordinary as well, I almost felt sorry for him at moments when he was thinking about raping his adopted daughter.<br /><br />Rounding out the cast is another exquisitely tragic Diana Dimarzio as the Beggar Woman; Benjamin Eakeley as a very slimy Beadle; and John Arbo as Jonas Fogg, who’s one scene near the end is short but strong, and adds to the overall macabre and ghastly tone of the show.<br />The best thing to say about the show is that everyone in the production looks like they’re having fun with what they are doing. And while the new staging is a little clunky and odd, the cast brings it together with strong commitment and excellent musicality.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12605738259032101462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-18463583825136576122007-11-08T11:30:00.000-08:002007-11-08T11:31:24.386-08:00A Mysterious SuccessA couple of weeks ago I went to see Word for Word's production of <em>Angel Face</em> at the Artaud Theatre. Coming from my cynical point of view of “every piece of theatre is shit,” especially since my last two experiences, and my current one, are experiences that bring up horrific visions in my head of stressful times, heartfelt performances, and amazingly dreadful directors. Needless to say, I came to the theatre not in the jolliest of moods.<br /><br />What greeted me upon walking through the doors in the spacious Artaud was a set that seemed to take hints both from the Noir world and Expressionism. High rectangular white walls were in one corner, and diagonal from that, downstage left, a large block platform that serves as multiple apartments for the characters that inhabit this world. The lights gave the subtle hints that we were in a place of mystery; cool tones wash over the set, with one striking light of a window splayed across the stage.<br /><br />The show itself brought nothing out of the ordinary for those who are familiar with Noir pieces, wrongful imprisonment, vengeance, an innocent woman led down the path of excess. The script was clunky at times, but made up for it with the punctuations of terms from the period, (“young dreadnaught” – a new car, “sucker for a twist” – unable to resist a woman) all referenced in a handy glossary in the middle of the program.<br /><br />What came as a slight change from the formulaic noir films and theatre is that our hardboiled detective story centered on Jerry Wheeler, the sister of the wrongfully accused man. A murder takes place, and her brother, Chick, is framed for it, being the last person to see Ruby Rose Reading, a woman of loose morals. She follows the mystery to its end, and, with the help of a local dick/love interest, she digs deeper into the seedy underbelly of New York City.<br /><br />Of particular note is Michael Patrick Gaffney, playing many characters over the course of the evening, came just short of stealing the show with his performance of what could be a largely overlooked part of an auctioneer.<br /><br />While the ending is predictable and the text is a little quirky and rambling at times (a large section is spent in search of red herrings, and more often than not, it seemed like the action wanted to go quicker than it was allowed), the actors were in the same world, there were no weak links in the cast, and it was easily apparent as to how hard they were working by the fact that everyone looked as if they were naturally vengeful, stylistic, hard-boiled, streetwise people. The true delight of the story itself is the fact that Word for Word does exactly what it says. The company takes a story and, word for word, adapts it for the stage - the noir style works seamlessly with their own, and while the characters in any other play might seem neurotic dictating their actions without pause, it felt perfectly in context to hear each of them advertise their movements.<br /><br /><em>Angel Face</em> is largely a fan piece – the play is primarily for true noir aficionados. However, the acting and the simple visual beauty of the piece give it a universality that could be enjoyed by everyone.<br /><br />Or not, because it ended 2 weeks ago. Oops.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12605738259032101462noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3641000571151320466.post-49062384003667420172007-11-06T09:34:00.000-08:002007-11-06T09:37:32.672-08:00FillingThis post fills this space.<br />It is truly nothing.<br />I meant to come up with some story, something<br />About bees<br />Or food<br />Or trees<br />Or plays<br />Or playing<br />Or time.<br /><br />But it just fills the space.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12605738259032101462noreply@blogger.com0