I went to church on Sunday. Those who know me even slightly may wonder why.
If I were in want of saving, I believe that Pastor Paul (Andrew Garman) would be the man to lead me there.
Lucas Hnath’s thought-provoking new play, The Christians, at Playwrights Horizons through October 25th, is about religious teaching and faith. When Paul preaches “a radical change,” Hnath never states the obvious. Paul’s charisma as a pastor is rivalled by his associate pastor, Joshua (Larry Powell) whose views differ from Paul’s. There is always more than a touch of the unexpected: in Paul’s sermon to his mega-flock, and in his elders’, represented by Jay (Philip Kerr,) response to him, as well as in the way Paul’s wife Elizabeth (Linda Powell) reacts.
Emily Donahoe as a congregant named Jenny delivers her confusion over the new direction in which Pastor Paul is leading his flock in a brilliantly simple scene with equally brilliant simplicity.
In fact, the ensemble, under Les Waters’ direction, meet the challenges of Hnath’s intelligent play with superbly intelligent performances.
The Christians is flawless.
For more information about The Christians, please visit PH’s website.
Who doesn’t love a good romance? An up-by-the-bootstraps tale of success over adversity?
Daddy Long Legs, at the Davenport through January 10th, extended to an open run. (warning: revealing a plot detail here) is a story in which a poor orphan rises beyond her circumstances and falls in love with her benefactor.
The drawing room– more accurately, library room– musical, based on a novel-in-letters from 1912 by Jean Webster, Daddy Long Legs inspired the 1955 film with Fred Astaire, before providing inspiration in 2009 to Paul Gordon (music and lyrics) and John Caird (book and direction). Gordon and Caird’s two-hander premiered at the Rubicon Theater Company and TheatreWorks.
Jerusha Abbott (Megan McGinnis) is an imaginative young woman who has grown up in the John Grier Home. Jervis Pendleton (Paul Alexander Nolan), a young man born to wealth and status, champions her future. He pays for her college education. Their relationship grows as Jerusha writes him letters detailing her progress in school.
Both McGinnis and Nolan are charming, giving agreeable performances. Daddy Long Legs is a pleasant entertainment for those with a literary bent. It hearkens up the plot of Jane Eyre, and there is a lot of talk of books and ideas.
Daddy Long Legs features a series of monologues, many of them in song, that occassionaly come together in a blend of voices.It’s more narrative than action, more tell than show.
The story of Daddy Long Legs has generated earlier incarnations than the Astaire vehicle, from a play written by Webster in 1914 to a movie starring Mary Pickford in 1919. The director and co-creator of this version, Caird refers to Jerusha in his program notes as “a female Candide….allowing Webster to develop her story into one of personal growth and emotional evolution.”
The stage floor is covered in pebbles transforming it into a giant sandbox. Five
actors, clad in workout clothes adorned with neon tape, sport matching neon-
bright sneakers. This is a new approach to A Midsummer Night’s Dream co-
presented by the Hudson Valley Shakespeare Festival and The Pearl Theater
Company, at the Pearl through October 31st, in which these five valiant players take on all twenty-plus characters.
Unless you are very at home with the script, it can be hard to follow as Nance
Williamson switches from Helena to Hippolyta to Starling, a ‘rustic,’ (and more)
and Jason O’Connell portrays Puck, buzzing like an angry mosquito; Pyramus as
Marlon Brando might have done him and Bottom, among others. Sometimes, in
a single scene, a character is played by several actors. The whole feels a bit
self-consciously “creative.” It’s also filled with crotch-grabbing, unusual music
choices including The Girl from Ipanema and sequences in which the actors
wind themselves into group knots like a staged version of the family game
Twister. The whole is busy at the expense of Shakespeare’s wonderful language
and plot (intricate enough by itself) as though director Eric Tucker didn’t trust
enough of the original. Three cheers for a new interpretation of a classic but not
at the expense of the work. In the way Coco Channel advised (probably
apocryphally) women to remove a piece of jewelry before leaving the house on
the “less is more theory,” this Midsummer suffers from the incorporation of an
oversupply of clever ideas.
The actors work hard giving us not only characters but also bushes, insects, the
wall, the man in the moon, a lion, dogs and wolves. Sean McNall plays
Demetrius as a Latin lover, a concept I didn’t get that makes him hard to
understand. O’Connell pulls off a very good Bottom and makes us see the ass’s
head without donkey garb; Williamson, (who should request a change of
clothing from costume designer Jessica Wegener Shay –her Dr. Denton’s do her
no favors), is excellent throughout and Mark Bedard gets high marks. His
Thisbe is amusingly coy and effeminate– a nice touch as he’s buff and
handsome. Never mind that there is a lot of grunting, groping, rolling on the
ground, and group ‘sex’; there is also a lot of energy as well as mostly effective
lighting by Eric Southern. However, there is so much going on all the time it’s
often confusing and I was distracted by mimed beer drinking, Godfather-esqe
gestures and other, superfluous bits. A Midsummer Night’s Dream is about a
magical night in which many odd things happen; this production extends
trickery to almost unbelievable limits.
For more information about A Midsummer Night’s Dream, please visit pearltheatre.org
Dancing is not the only profession that taxes the body. Like other athletes, dancers experience the strenuous demands of a physical career. Waiting to retire at 65 is generally not a norm for them.
Career Transitions for Dancers has been here since 1985 to help dancers seek new career paths upon retirement from performing. Their 30th anniversary Gala at New York City Center on Monday, September 28th starting at 7pm, is backed by the Jubilee Orchestra.
Among the many featured stars at the Gala performance are two ballet superstars, Robert Fairchild and Misty Copeland, both of whom have extended their reach to Broadway stages.
Fairchild, a principal with the New York City Ballet, is the star of the Gene Kelly-inspired An American in Paris. Copeland, American Ballet Theatre principal ballerina, joined the cast of On The Town just before it closed on Sep 6.
Shirley MacLaine will be the 2015 Rolex Dance Award Honoree, while past recipients, including Ann-Margaret, Ann Reinking, Bebe Neuwirth, and Tommy Tune (just the shortlist) will be honored as well.
For more information and tickets for the 30th Anniversary Pearl Jubilee Gala, please visit the Career Transitions for Dancers website.
In Africa My Beautiful, at the The Playroom Theater through September 30th,what begins quietly as a tale of an older woman sharing coffee with a younger one morphs seamlessly into an exhilarating evening about pre- and post- apartheid Africa.
The older woman, Thuli Dumakude, hails from South Africa. Clad in a black top and skirt adorned with intricate beadwork, she won the Sir Lawrence Olivier award for Best Actress and has spent forty years as a director, singer and actress, performing on Broadway in The Lion King. Oh, and she’s a social activist.
Tanyaradzwa Tawengwa, a self-described “suburban kid from Zimbabwe,” is mesmerizing both physically and professionally. A Princeton graduate, she turned down an MTV internship to return to Africa to study native music.
After she says this, she unsheathes an mbira (thumb piano) and shows us her mastery. Later in the performance that was workshopped throughout August but feels entirely unrehearsed, she sits at the piano to unleash exquisitely- played Mozart. In between she raises her glorious voice in both African and European song, the African often in tandem with Ms. Dumakude.
Ms. Dumakude tells us her name means “I come in tranquility” and shows us her three-year -old self walking around her village accompanied by her grandfather, a wealthy farmer. Told early on that she is grounded in her name, she knows she has a lot to live up to. She mimics beading, begins to sing, (she also has a powerful voice), and is joined by Ms. Tawengwa; they clap and drum on wooden boxes that double as seats.
As modern as they come in a sundress and gray sneakers with curls spilling from the pile on her head and enormous earrings shaped like the African continent, Ms. Tawengwa is a member of the post-colonial ‘bornfree’ generation. As part of the back-and-forth banter that has the serious subtext of apartheid, we hear a story about an encounter with a lion in the bush; reminiscences about singer Miriam Makeba and other entertainers whose music the government removed from the radio, and plenty of talk about when Zimbabwe was still Rhodesia and blacks lived by strict rules. Ms. Tawengwa, clearly never one to take ‘no’ for answer, told her music teacher she wanted to study opera; won music competitions and went on to compose a Shona opera at Princeton, part of which she sings and she plays. Often, the women dance together, stamping their feet and clapping in an outpouring of the old and the new. Throughout the performance, the music draws you in–it took a lot of control to keep me from rising to participate.
As recently as twenty-six years ago, after African independence, there were still no African history textbooks. As Ms. Dumakude explains, “the tale of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.” This axiom helps explain how strong, African personalities, that these women exemplify, continue to add their energies to break with oppressions of the past, allowing rich, colorful cultures to shine.
The woman seated next to me at the Irish Arts Center is drinking a beer and the couple in front each have a glass of wine. I realize this isn’t going to be a typical evening of theater. The audience is youngish with a smattering of children (which seems a tad odd as what ensues is liberally laced with the f-word and many sexual references) and here for a good time.
That’s what they get with Selfie, a one-man sketch comedy, playing through September 27th, and starring “incomparable” Pat Shortt, who won Best Actor at the 2008 IFTA (Irish Film and Television Awards) for his work in the (serious) film, Garage. Shortt, a man with a significant career in film, stage and TV, apparently has serious acting chops and was hailed for his Broadway performance in The Cripple of Inishman.
We first see Shortt wearing a blond, curly wig and hat, standing at the side with a press badge and camera around his neck. He mingles with the audience who are delighted to be addressed as “Billy” or “Maureen” and don’t mind when he moves them to other seats. Selfie is stand-up physical comedy broadly played, starting with Shortt as singing undertaker Mossy Burke who hauls people onstage and then marches them into the lobby carrying a coffin– part of the Irish fascination with death, perhaps a way to cast off fear. After the intermission in which sandwiches are passed as part of the “funeral,” Shortt appears in uniform as a member of the Garda, (Irish police force), relaying “anecdotes” including one about a theft from a house where the occupant left the window wide open. This bit includes projections on a screen that were greeted with hilarity.
At many times during the evening the stage filled with smoke (which made no sense to me.) Shortt accompanies himself on the guitar and many of his songs, including The Jumbo Breakfast Roll, a number he’s famous for, and Selfie, about–wink wink nudge nudge– masturbation, are both musically engaging and pretty funny.
Clearly, Shortt is enormously talented, although I had trouble getting his humor. Selfie seems to make the most impact if you’re Irish or have Irish family in the way that many Jews idolize Jackie Mason (humor I also don’t cotton to.) The ways in which the actor pokes fun at himself and others is an acquired taste and, as with some other Irish offerings, I suspect I’m not the only American who has a little trouble understanding his accent and many references.
If you’re Irish, enjoy the craic (fun); if not, well, Stephen Colbert is back and there’s always the Donald.
It’s easy to confuse desire with longing. Tennessee Williams often deftly treads that line in his lyrical story-telling, as he does in his plays.
Fans of Tennessee Williams are treated to 6 servings of plays built from his short stories in The Acting Company’s production of DESIRE, playlets based on Williams’ short stories, at 59E59 Theater’s 5A series, running through October 10th.
The playwrights, undaunted by their task to recreate what Tennessee has left for them, are mostly familiar names, most of whom don’t quite get the recipe right.
Only one of them, John Guare, dug right in to The Glass Menagerie. In his You Lied to Me About Centralia, based onthe short story Portrait of a Girl in Glass, he regales us by revealing what that dinner at the Wingfields looked like to their guest.
The “Gentleman Caller,” Jim (Mickey Theis) tells his girl Betty (Megan Bartle) about his dinner with “Shakespeare,” and his mother and sister. Betty, in her turn, tells him about her trip to visit her Uncle Clyde to ask him for a gift so they could afford to buy a house.
Elizabeth Egloff covers Tent Worms from a Williams story from 1980 of the same name. Her adaptation looks at destiny, disappointment and failure. Egloff’s treatment is the most satisfying of the items on the bill.
In Tent Worms, Billy (Derek Smith) obsesses over the worms that have taken over the trees in his and Clara’s (Liv Rooth) Cape Cod rental. Clara tries to shepherd him back to his typewriter but he is hell-bent on eradicating the pests, whose fate somehow parallels his own.
Rebecca Gilman transposes a 1939 short story to the present, with characters engaging in such contemporary activity as texting each other.
In her The Field of Blue Children, students at an Alabama college are divided as highbrows and sorority. Layley (Megan Bartle) traverses the categories by taking a poetry class and going out with Dylan (John Skelley), a poet who is dating snarky fellow intellectual Meaghan (Kristen Adele). “Behold the New South rising,” Dylan recites and then crosses out the line.
Anna’s (Liv Rooth) scarlet evening dress is her attempt at romance in David Grimm’s Oriflamme, adaprted from the eponymous 1974 story.
She encounters Rodney (Derek Smith) in the park at midday. “God, they say,” he tells her, “gives no man more sin than he can handle, and gambling seems to be my allotment.”
If Anna has the airs of a Blanche du Bois, Rodney is her Stanley.
Desire Quenched by Touch is based on Desire and the Black Masseur. Like the original, Marcus Gardley’s play is freely laced with stereotypes. Grand (Yaegel T. Welch), a musician turned masseur, is being questioned by Detective Bacon (Derek Smith) about the disappearance of his client Burns (John Skelley). This lurid little tale is full of humor , and twists.
Sad to say, none of the plays in DESIRE rise to the level of a Williams at his best, but many capture the rich and unexpected flavors of his art. The plays, like the stories from which they are sprung, are often odd.
Sometimes desire, and DESIRE as well, is tinged with intimations of mortality. The Resemblance Between a Violin Case and a Coffin is whimsical. Beth Henley, no stranger to the Southern tale, speculates on the story of a piano prodigy, Roe (Juliet Brett) who abandons imagination and play with her brother Tom (Mickey Theis) to practice a Chopin violin and piano duet with Richard Miles (Brian Cross).
Director Michael Wilson pulls together the divergent works offered under the umbrella of DESIRE.
Dancers are so dedicated to their craft that their lives are entertwined with their art. Such single-mindedness is extremely fascinating. And not just to dance-ophiles, but to any of us leading more ordinary lives.
Two very different dance personae are the subject of upcoming docutmentaries.
Paul Taylor makes dances. He has been a choreographer for some 60 years, and a dancer before that. His journey holds us in thrall, and he seldom shares his process. In Paul Taylor; Creative Domain, a film directed by Kate Geis and produced by Robert Aberlin, opening September 11th at Film Scoiety of Lincoln Center, In it, we are given a rare glimpse into Taylor’s creative process. Taylor invites the audience in to view the making of his 133rd dance, ‘Three Dubious Memories.’
Paul Taylor at 85 has been at his work as a maker of modern dancers for a very long time. Misty Copeland, at 33, has been a leading classical dancer since she was 15. Her story is full of drama and interest.
A Ballerina’s Tale, directed by Nelson George, is about ABT’s star, Misty Copeland. Copeland has crossed not just the color line, as the first African-American principal with the American Ballet Theater, but other lines as well. She has made the world aware that ballet is athletic as a brand rep for Under Armour. Meanwhile, Copeland’s performances in Swan Lake, or Agnes DeMille’s Rodeo are lyrical, poetic, her movements full of lilting grace.
The 8th annual Origin’s 1st Irish launch party took place August 26, 2015 at the elegant Park Avenue space of Mutual of America. The party provided a wonderful opportunity for attendees to learn more about some of the extraordinary projects and people that make this excellent, well-curated Festival such a rich cultural feast. This year’s productions will take place from September 2 to
October 4 at venues around New York City.
George C. Heslin, artistic director of Origin’s 1st Irish, began his welcome remarks by thanking Festival sponsors including Mutual of America, McVicker and Higginbotham, The Northern Ireland Bureau, Tourism Ireland, The American Ireland Fund, New York State Council for The Arts and The Irish Government. He also gave a shout out of appreciation to Origin’s “passionate” board members, volunteers and patrons.
By the end of this year’s Festival, Heslin observed, 1st Irish will have presented more than 100 Irish playwrights to New York audiences. Representatives of several sponsors also spoke before the evening became an opportunity to enjoy the bountiful food and drink and mingle with playwrights, actors and other, associated members of the Festival theater-going community.
Origin Theatre Company premieres a diverse range of contemporary European theatre in New York City. Since its inception in 2002, Origin has been devoted to discovering, nurturing, and introducing new exciting voices from Europe, whose work provide unique perspectives on national identity, cross-cultural relations, and global understanding.