Podcast Episode 28

Podcast Episode 28 is now live.  Pick your favorite service provider through these links:  iTunes  Spotify  Stitcher  Google Podcast and Buzzsprout.

This month’s theater recap has nineteen reviews including three Broadway shows, many off and off-off Broadway productions including dance, puppetry and children’s theater.  In addition, I interview Sara Juli prior to seeing her very personal comedic-dance performance piece titled Burnt-Out Wife.

Shows from Broadway on this episode are David Byrne’s American UtopiaA Soldier’s Play and West Side Story.  Theater companies and venues covered include Theater for the New City, The Tank, Complexions Contemporary Ballet, Dixon Place, New York City Center, The Flea Theater, Roundabout Theatre, Mint Theater, Chelsea Music Hall, Vineyard Theatre and the Transport Group.  Plus a visit to the Off-Broadway hit revival of Little Shop of Horrors.

I hope you enjoy the February 2020 Podcast.  Comments and suggestions are always welcome.  Please send any thoughts to this email: theaterreviewsfrommyseat@comcast.net.

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Suicide Forest (Ma-Yi Theater Company)

Those theatergoers who dare to venture into the ominous sounding Suicide Forest will encounter an experience both surreal and deeply grounded.  The title refers to Aokigahara, or Sea of Trees, located at the base of Mount Fuji.  In Japanese mythology this forest has a reputation as a home to ghosts of the dead.  Playwright Haruna Lee paints an unflattering picture of society through a completely unpredictable story arc.

A painting of Mount Fuji in all of its majestic beauty hangs on the wall of Jian Jung’s astonishing cartoon-like set.  Before the play gets underway, a ghost named Mad Mad (Aoi Lee) is walking around.  Searching?  Collecting?  In Lee’s play, vignettes are far from literal.  The two main characters of this play are Asuza, portrayed by the playwright, and Salaryman (an excellent Eddy Toru Ohno).  Asuza is a sixteen year old schoolgirl.  Salaryman is a much older white collar working man in his sixties.

Salaryman discusses a myriad of topics with a unnamed “Friend” (Keizo Kaji).  Men are carnivores and meat lovers.  Suicide is a coward’s way.  These men are victims of changing cultural mores particularly as they concern females.  Friend asks, “What’s up with women these days?”  Salaryman notes that you cannot even ask that question anymore without being fired.  These guys don’t want to become part of the new generation of herbivore men.

An Office Lady (Yuki Kawahisa) lets Salaryman know there are very young girls here to see him.  They have come for an interview.  Reality turns to fantasy and perhaps to dreams and nightmares.  Office Lady flirts aggressively with the older man.  Is she young enough for him?  This bizarre encounter winds up with her blunt question, “What are you thinking of in that disgusting, perverted little brain of yours?”

Sexual development and the objectification of women is front and center in Suicide Forest.  This topic does not travel down a safe road here.  The disturbing view into men and their thoughts add an uneasy but effective revulsion to these disjointed scenes.  Are women simply wired to exchange sex for material things?  Where is this play going?

In a humorous nod to Japanese game shows you may have seen on television, Salaryman will be the unwitting participant in a very public humiliation.  That section seems to flesh out the man’s unhappiness as a life long submissive member of the corporate emasculating machine.  Japanese belief systems are definitely on shaky ground.

Haruna Lee’s play takes many turns (some of them hairpin) and I will not spoil the intensely personal and vividly realized moments.  As an artist, Lee is trying to comprehend what it means to be 50% Japanese.  Sometimes 33% seems right.  Other times as high as 70%.  “I am also, usually, a high percentage of American too.”

There is one scene in this unique play in which goats are climbing a mountain.  That part felt overly long to sit through.  Most of the staging by Director Aya Ogawa cleverly embraces the fantastical sweep of the storytelling while allowing the societal observations and personal growth elements to shine.

Suicide Forest is not a play for those who have to traverse a linear path.  If you are willing to be led into a dark, unknowable sea of trees, surprises – both welcome and unwelcome – will expose themselves.  The effect is like emigrating to a foreign country.  Reconciling drastically different cultures while uncomfortably finding your own place within them.  This is meaty, risky and altogether idiosyncratic theater worth exploring and contemplating afterward.

Ma-Yi Theater Company’s encore presentation of Suicide Forest at the A.R.T./New York Theatre is running through March 15, 2020.  This play was originally performed at the Bushwick Starr in 2019.

www.ma-yitheatre.org

www.art-newyork.org

Nona Hendryx and Disciples of Sun Ra in the Temple

The Temple of Dendur is the only ancient Eqyptian temple located in the United States.  Housed in the Sackler Wing of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, this 15 B.C.E. creation is an example of a typical pharaonic temple.  This magnificent and grandly spacious room was the setting for Nona Hendryx and Disciples of Sun Ra in the Temple.  It is impossible to imagine a more perfect location for this mystical concert and celebration of the music and philosophies of Sun Ra.

Prior to the performance, living futurism sculptures expressively walk through the aisles.  Their gracefully elegant and very controlled movements were choreographed by Francesca Harper.  They wear stunning Afro-Egyptian-Indigenous costumes created by Virgil Ortiz which were inspired by the Met’s Native Collection.  The show begins and an announcement is heard.  “Rocket number nine taking off for the planet Venus.”  The lyric further informs, “zoom, zoom, zoom up in the air/ zoom, zoom, zoom way up there.”

Sun Ra was the stage name adapted by a prolific jazz composer and bandleader of experimental music.  He was also known for his cosmic philosophies and theatrical performances.  Craig Harris, a member of Sun Ra’s original Arkestra, was the Musical Director of this concert.  He uses the deep sounds of the didgeridoo to welcome the parade of performers to the stage.

Nona Hendryx, an original member of Labelle who has had a long solo music career, magisterially leads this ensemble.  Her notes on the program indicate that “this concert will collapse time:  past, present and future, space and place, inner and outer worlds, traveling via music and the mind to Stars, Quasars, Suns, Moons and delving into Black Holes.”  Sun Ra was a pioneer of Afrofuturism and this amalgam of gifted artists invited the audience to “fly up to the sky on the ship of Ra.”

The music is rhythmic, almost atonal jazz with individual notes in disarray but also contains a futuristic sound overlay while a beat continues underneath.  As I settled into the sound, I found myself concentrating on the messages.  “The sky is a sea of darkness where there is no sun to light the way.”  “Only fools believe in god we trust/ All we are, are cosmic dust.”

Afrofuturism is “Afro-present and Afro-past.”  Not fiction nor science, this aesthetic addresses dreams and concerns of the African disapora through technology and science fiction.  A future stemming from past experiences is imagined.  In addition to Sun Ra, the music of Parliament-Funkadelic and the Marvel comics superhero Black Panther are considered seminal Afrofuturistic works.

As the show progressed, the physical environs meshed with the accomplished musicianship and the otherworldly musings.  At one precise moment, the stage was bathed in a gold light.  Even the now gleaming silver costumes seemed to be reflecting the sun.  The moment was jaw dropping in its impact.  Sitting in a spectacular room beside an ancient Egyptian temple while harnessing the magical godlike powers of the sun god Ra is a once in a lifetime event.

The presentation of Nona Hendryx and Disciples of Sun Ra in the Temple was utterly serious.  They generously invited us to be a part of their space world.  With messages like “take the time to be kind/ you will find peace of mind” it is easy to recognize the appeal and be drawn into the worldview.  We are all just specks in the universe.  While we search for universal truth, “memories and ashes are all we leave behind.”

I am feeling very lucky to have been in the right dimension to see this unique and inspiring tribute to the late Sun Ra.  His wisdom continues to be remembered.  The band still tours on the road.  Artists such as Ms. Hendryx (in great voice here) spread the word as dedicated and inspired disciples will do.

Met Live Arts is the Metropolitan Museum of Arts’ program to showcase dazzling and thought provoking programs within the context of iconic gallery spaces and in their theater.  (Photo credit to Paula Lobo.)

www.sunraarkestra.com

www.metmuseum/org/metlivearts

The Unsinkable Molly Brown (Transport Group)

A few months ago I was flipping television channels and bumped into the opening song for The Unsinkable Molly Brown.  I had not seen this movie for forty years and it is still wildly entertaining.  I was looking forward to the Transport Group’s update to revitalize this 1960 musical theater chestnut.  The 1964 film starred Debbie Reynolds as the indefatigable title character.  History forever remembers her as a survivor from the sinking of the Titanic.  The musical is based on her remarkable life story.

Tammy Grimes originated the role of Mrs. Brown on Broadway and won a Tony Award.  Ms. Reynolds was Oscar nominated for her take on Molly.  The character is bigger than life and allows an actress to sink her teeth into this plucky, feminist-forward lady.  Beth Malone portrays her in this revival and the role suits her just fine.  This Molly has energy and drive for days.

Dick Scanlan has rewritten the book and added new lyrics for this update.  The adjustments are substantial.  Only three lines of original dialogue remain.  Less than half of the songs are from the 1960 musical.  The rest are from the catalog of Meredith Wilson.  An entertaining and slight biography now has deep messages thematically scrawled in big bold letters.  Act II grinds to a dreadfully dull halt.  Ms. Malone is a terrific Molly but, like the fateful ocean liner, she cannot prevent the sinking.

Directed and choreographed by Kathleen Marshall, the first act is largely fun and captures the spirit of this famous woman.  The town’s miners note “there is no curse worse than a woman anywhere near a mine.”  Molly eventually takes to the road and meets J.J. Brown (David Aron Damane).  They marry and he discovers a gold mine.  After becoming wealthy, they try to join the Denver social elite.  As you would imagine, plucky is frowned upon by the snobbish women.

Prior to her high society quest, Molly is simply a great gal, tomboyish and non-judgmental.  In the show’s best ensemble number, Molly befriends some saloon “workers” who join her in the raucous “Belly Up to the Bar, Boys.”  This is the indomitable Molly who asks, “if I gotta eat catfish heads every day, can I have them on a plate just once?”  The transition to join the “Beautiful People of Denver” is not smooth.  Husband J.J. is not a fan of croquet.  “I don’t want to play a game I can’t pronounce.

Molly and J.J. will have marital problems related to their increasingly divergent views on life.  She decides to immerse herself in culture, escaping to Europe and becoming the toast of society there.  The transatlantic trip home – and her reported bravery on the lifeboat – would endear her to Denver and forever keep her story well known.

An interesting tale about a woman who grabs life by the horns in a male dominated world is marred by slow pacing and preachy lessons.  (You can successfully tell stories about women who navigate in a man’s oppressive world without being heavy handed.  My review of the new Broadway musical Six will be published next week.)  This Molly wants to be relevant now.  How relevant?  This line is plucked from today’s headlines:  “If you don’t vote you can’t complain when officials do not reflect your intellect.”  There is nothing inherently wrong with the notion.  It’s just another thematic point loudly hammered home.

The cast is very good, especially Paula Leggett Chase in multiple scene stealing roles.  I cannot recommend The Unsinkable Molly Brown due to a very dull second act.  At intermission I was very engaged in the performances and the storytelling.  Ideas were in short supply in the far less peppy second half.  Plodding might be the best description.

“Colorado, My Home” is a glorious tune which was sung by the movie’s costar, Harve Presnell, who created the part of J.J. on Broadway.  Trivia buffs might be interested to know that this song was dropped from the musical after opening night and restored for the movie version.  (The song is left out here as well likely due to the vocal demands.)

I understand this fine Off-Broadway company wanted to create a new take on Molly Brown.  In this instance I prefer the old-fashioned version.  Find the movie, make some popcorn and discover the charms of this forgotten show.  It’s not a Meredith Wilson classic like The Music Man but it is very fun.

The Transport Group’s production of The Unsinkable Molly Brown is being performed at the Abrons Arts Center through April 5, 2020.

www.transportgroup.org

On How To Be a Monster (The Tank)

Tom Wolfe’s Bonfire of the Vanities came to mind while watching On How To Be A Monster.  His 1987 bestselling novel satirized late twentieth century New York society.  He skewered the men as self-defined “Masters of the Universe” and their wives as “Social X-rays.”  Maria-Luiza Müller’s play similarly uses sarcasm to expose the vapidity of another generation of mentally vacant couples.

A television host is “feeling F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C, let me tell you!”  He spells words for emphasis.  As winningly portrayed by Adam Fisher, he embodies the Ryan Seacrest brand and smiles profusely.  His energy level implores that there is “no reason to be sad today.”  His IQ level, however, is questionable.  Perhaps that is why he is a perfect choice to host a television show with no depth or importance.  This play is definitely commenting on our viewing habits.

This particular program is “devoted to improving the society.”  The host lists a few social issues the audience should know about:  global warming, Planned Parenthood and starvation in Africa.  After that perfunctory nod to important things, the host then describes the game show to be played.

Four couples will compete to be selected as the Best Couple.  He reminds us that “the best couple is the happiest couple.”  There are three judging categories:  costumes, questions and “special skills or sad story.”  Both in studio and the television audiences are told their opinion is important.  Vote for your favorites.  Vote, vote, vote.

The first couple to compete is Don and Tara.  “They are a happy couple who love to walk in the park, watch TV and make French fries.”  The host then asks, “Is that correct?”  They say yes and, without a touch of irony, the host exclaims, “Amazing!”

Another couple responds to this question:  “what are your thoughts on starvation in Africa?”  The man responds that he “wants to adopt all the kids who are starving!”  Quickly the host moves to the next judging category.  Ms. Müller is clearly lambasting the one dimensional surface level bubble heads permeating the television airwaves.  Since there are four couples and only three issues, the final question provides the biggest laugh of the play.

The competing couples sit around a table sipping drinks and chit chatting.  They are modern day social x-rays, younger than Mr. Wolfe’s but no less insufferable.  When someone makes a comment that might be even remotely serious, they all laugh.  The satire is present but can still be enhanced.  The script calls for many pauses and Director Frederica Borlenghi stages the show that way.  The flattened cadence unfavorably compares with the hyperactivity of the game show section.  These couples could certainly be written as even more ridiculous caricatures.

A monster is also a character, appearing here and there.  Who or what is the monster and what does it represent?  There is a mystery within this play which dismantles the pretenses so carefully maintained by these cellophane stereotypes.  The end of the play provides an answer to the monster question.  Or does it?

Maria-Luiza Müller seems to see monsters in various guises.  Her observations are keen.  The ending of this play is memorable and effective.  Pacing and acerbic bite can still be further developed.

On How To Be a Monster is not a primer which provides a road map.  Our society’s contemptible self-absorption is certainly a big target here as is our ability to turn a blind eye.  Important issues loom large and continue to be ignored.  It makes you want to scream.

The Tank is a non-profit presenter and producer serving 2,500 artists in 1,000 productions annually on their two stages.

www.thetanknyc.org

Dana H. (Vineyard Theatre)

Ever since I saw The Christians in 2015, I have made sure to see every Lucas Hnath play since then.  The variety of subject matter and structural surprises never disappoint.  They are both thoughtful and thought-provoking.  He is pushing plays into new territories and challenging his audiences to sit back, listen, think and engage.  Directed by his long-time collaborator Les Waters, Dana H. is something new, bold, curiously calm and unforgettably harrowing.

When Mr. Hnath was attending New York University in 1998, his mother was kidnapped.  He learned about this trauma years later.  His mother apparently believed her ordeal might make for good subject matter.  He brought Steve Cosson into the idea.  Mr. Cosson is the Artistic Director of The Civilians, a troupe that specializes in investigative theater and the utilization of field research.

Dana H. is adapted from a series of taped interviews between Mr. Cosson and Dana, his mother.  Rather than develop a traditional multi-character (and potentially unwatchable) drama, Mr. Hnath brought his mother’s voice to the stage.  The entire play is largely Deidre O’Connell sitting in a chair and lip syncing to the taped interviews.  Riveting is an understatement.  You could hear a pin drop in the house.

The play is organized in three parts:  A Patient Named Jim, The Next Five Months and The Bridge.  Dana had a career as a chaplain in a hospice.  She saw the moment of death in her patients three to four times per week.  For twenty years.  She meets a patient named Jim who is recovering from a horrific suicide attempt.

Jim is a member of the Aryan Brotherhood and has the tattoos to prove it.  Dana wryly remarks that she understood his attraction to satanism.  “When I was young, I played around with that.”  Right from the beginning, details are mysterious.  Is she being witty?  Is she embellishing the story?  The words are from one person’s memory of a hugely traumatic event.  Is she a reliable narrator?  That’s for the listener to determine.

Mr. Hnath takes these interview tapes and rearranges them into snippets which suit his dramatic intentions.  The tape edits are the entire narrative.  We hear the beeps when storytelling is spliced together.  The interviewer is heard but not a character in the play.  Dana sits alone and takes us through her ordeal.

Her recollection is filled with mental and physical abuse.  Police are unhelpful, either scared of the Brotherhood or chummy with it.  Are those comments real or are they are product of her mental state during an extensive incarceration with a madman.  When the two go to a gun pawnshop, Jim admits that he is a felon and cannot buy the gun.  Instead he says, “she’ll buy it.”  Mr. Hnath’s incisive details frequently comment on larger societal themes without preaching.

Ms. O’Connell’s mind-blowing performance is not to be missed by anyone who relishes perfection in character acting.  The lip syncing is technically phenomenal.  Even recorded sounds are captured in her physical movements.  The performance is essentially a solo pantomime.  All eyes are on Dana.  The depth of her emotions expressively register on her face.  We are pulled inside her brain.  The tale is frightening which makes her inevitable survival a relief.

The biggest mystery not explored in this play concerns Lucas the son.  Where was he as all of this activity happened over a very extended period of time?  I assume he knew of his parent’s separation.  That enabled Jim to weave his way in Dana’s life before tormenting her in classic sociopath fashion.  Mr. Hnath does not attempt to wrap up that question.  Nor does he even suggest whether he believes the details are completely accurate or influenced by PTSD.  In letting Dana speak for herself, his absorption in his mother’s memories become ours as well.

Performances of Dana H. have been extended at the Vineyard Theatre until April 11, 2020.

www.vineyardtheatre.org

www.thecivilians.org

Little Shop of Horrors

In 1983, I saw Little Shop of Horrors downtown at the Orpheum Theater about one year after it opened.  The show was a smashing success and ran for five years.  This sweetly diabolical musical was made into a film in 1986 and had a Broadway revival in 2003.  With this production, Audrey II is back where she belongs in an intimate Off-Broadway house.

The plot is well known for being extraordinarily fun and cheesy in equal measures.  The genius of this incarnation is the massive dose of talent on stage which supplies affecting newness, superlative characterizations and inspired clowning.  Fans of the show, fans of musical comedy and fans of smiling will be entertained mightily.  If you happen to embrace all three groupings, this version should impress.

Gideon Glick (Significant Other, To Kill a Mockingbird) is currently playing Seymour.  Every inch the nebbish, he is awkwardly timid and secretly pines for co-worker Audrey.  Rescued as an orphan by Mr. Mushnik (Tom Alan Robbins), Seymour works with Audrey at the failing flower shop.  The relationship between the three is quickly established and effortlessly realized.  When Seymour’s newly developed plant makes this flower shop famous, this nerd’s infatuation with the cult of celebrity fosters the bloody turn to the dark side.  Mr. Glick is superb in the role.

Tammy Blanchard (How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, Gypsy) portrays Audrey, the punching bag girlfriend of so many undesirable men on Skid Row.  This role seemed permanently stamped with Ellen Greene’s original interpretation.  Ms. Blanchard is not the ditzy girl with some bad luck here.  She’s damaged, unhinged and altogether wobbly.  That characterization flows through her line readings and songs.  The interpretation is darker, fragile and infinitely heartbreaking.  From this Audrey, the ending is almost a relief.

If that weren’t enough to recommend this show, Christian Borle (Peter and the Starcatcher, Something Rotten!) takes on the role of the dentist and other assorted characters.  As always, he is a consummate clown.  This time he sports a pompadour and an unhealthy addiction to nitrous oxide.  The physicality of his performance is exceptional.

The scenic design by Julian Crouch is niftier than I remember from the original and is very effective.  A stage-wide bloody sheet and Bradley King’s lighting create a macabre dentist office that’s creepy and silly.  Michael Mayer directed this truly memorable production.  My only quibble is that the lyrics sung by the three Urchins can get garbled up in the sound design and choreography.

In a difficult period for the American musical, Howard Ashman and Alan Menken wrote this little show based on a science fiction B-movie.  Their success led them to Disney and the creation of 1989’s The Little Mermaid which won Oscars for Best Song and Best Score.  Their string of outstanding movie musicals helped keep the art vibrant and alive.  An entire generation was influenced by their catchy tunes and lyrical wit.  Little Shop of Horrors might be a touch darker in spirit (and more ghoulishly fun) but, like most of their work, the high level of entertainment quality is exhilarating.

Little Shop of Horrors is being performed at the Westside Theatre and has been extended until May 10, 2020.  Jeremy Jordan takes over the role of Seymour beginning March 17th.

www.littleshopnyc.com

Mack & Mabel (Encores!)

In 1964, Jerry Herman, Michael Stewart and Gower Champion combined forces to launch Hello, Dolly! on Broadway.  A decade later they would bring Mack & Mabel.  The show was a flop and ran only 65 performances.  Despite the mediocre to negative reviews, the musical was nominated for eight Tony Awards, winning none.

Long considered one of Jerry Herman’s best scores (even by the composer), this Encores! production enables a revisit to a show many had hoped would be revived (and fixed).  The songs are indeed excellent and Rob Berman’s orchestra showcased them beautifully.  Amusingly, of the eight Tony nominations, the score was not recognized.  The music is the only thing remembered positively today.

Mack & Mabel is a semi-fictionalized tale of legendary silent screen director Mack Sennett and one of his great stars, Mabel Normand.  In this telling, Mabel is discovered when she delivers a deli sandwich to the Brooklyn sound stage where Mr. Sennett is filming in 1911.  “Look What Happened to Mabel” puts the audience back in time and establishes a fun tone.

The tone is one of the bizarre problems in Mr. Stewart’s book which has been rewritten over the years.  The show opens with Mack looking back after the talking pictures made him obsolete.  He sings about when “Movies Were Movies” to open the show.  He comes across as an unlikable curmudgeon but the staging and the song establish the period well enough.

The show, however, is narrated by Mack so the character is more of a memoirist rather than a participant in this tragic romance.  Instead, boring exposition occurs.  While not a direct quote, the feeling is:  “In this scene, Mabel will betray me and go to another film studio.”  It doesn’t help that Douglas Sills and Alexandra Sochi don’t develop any real chemistry.  I have to concede that the same criticism was made of Robert Preston and Bernadette Peters in the original.  As written, the roles and the musical’s structure might be an insurmountable hurdle.

Mabel died in 1930 from tuberculosis.  Her drinking and drug addictions are chronicled here so the mood is somber and dark.  In the original, the creators decided that Broadway audiences needed a happy ending.  The musical ended with Mack imagining a wedding with the dead Mabel.  That oddity was excised in this version and perhaps audiences today can tolerate more darkness in their musicals.

The show embraces Mr. Sennett’s contributions to the silent film era notably the Keystone Kops.  Mr. Sills sings “I Wanna Make the World Laugh” which sums up his directorial style.  When he gets the idea for filming his Bathing Beauties, “Hundreds of Girls” is the energizing first act closer.

“When Mabel Comes in the Room” is the first number in Act II.  Is it a replica of Hello, Dolly’s title track?  Definitely.  Molly has not really been out of the story but, after years of film success elsewhere, she is welcomed back where she belongs.  From this good time moment, the show descends into darkness, or tries to and fails.

There’s a good song called “Tap Your Troubles Away” that probably should be dark and menacing to accompany the story being told.  As staged here, it is a weird happy dance.  The ballads in this score, especially Mack’s “I Won’t Send Roses” and Mabel’s exquisite “Time Heals Everything” are top drawer Broadway show tunes.

Encores! is usually a great opportunity to catch well-staged performances of forgotten shows or those with some flaws.  This production was not one of the finest in this series but nonetheless interesting from a historical point of view.  The score is still excellent.

The next musical in this year’s Encores! series is 1948’s Love Life by Kurt Weill and Alan Jay Lerner running from March 16 – 22, 2020.

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Burnt-Out Wife (Dixon Place)

“I wanna get married/ Yes, I need a spouse.”  A recording is played.  A woman sings those song lyrics without irony.  Sara Juli is flitting about in her bathroom.  She is briefly jarred back to reality when she notices the toilet seat is up.  This Burnt-Out Wife puts the seat down.  The song continues.  “I wanna get married/ That’s why I was born.”

When Ms. Juli announces “let’s do some more heteronormative bullshit,” you would be advised to put your slippers on and join her in this sanctuary.  Described as a “pepto-bismol-pink” bathroom, all the usual fixtures are represented.  A bathtub in which to relax with candles.  A toilet, a shower and a clothing rack.  A couple of dolls left on the floor.  Obviously the children were here earlier.

The wife looks in the mirror to perform some heteronormative tasks.  She begins plucking her eyebrows.  Then she notices hairs in other places, remarking, “that’s unexpected but you’ve gotta do some maintenance.”  Further inspection will elicit a “WTF!”  From the start, Sara Juli is on edge.  This Burnt-Out Wife is going through the motions but there is a lot on her mind.

How does one feel after seventeen years of marriage?  A few thoughts emerge such as bored, lonely, questioning and curious.  Things do get very serious in between the jesting about her life.  “What if I told you I didn’t want to be with you anymore?”  That zinger portends the depths of analysis which will follow.  No topic about the current state of affairs with her husband is off-limits.  The show is real, raw, funny, provocative and, despite the comedic shield, introspective and genuine.

The bridal dream of walking down the aisle is invoked.  The bouquet is a plunger.  This fantasy is soon replaced when reality hits.  She tells the story of receiving a text from her husband.  “We need more toilet paper.”  Her response back?  “We need more post-coital cuddling.”

This pink bathroom becomes her fantasy showcase in which to ponder the state of her life, perform comic monologues with a hairbrush and use dance movements to illustrate her feelings.  Behind the safety of an imagined locked bathroom door, this burnt-out wife is brutally honest with herself and her audience.  Her defenses are fortified but vulnerability is always apparent.

Since there is a real audience rather than just an imaginary one in the mirror, Ms. Juli is able to engage in some dialogue with them.  A question and answer section is used to debunk the childhood fairy tales of happily ever after.  One man is asked if separate floors would be a better living arrangement if they were married.  “Definitely” was his response.

“What if…” is a game which can be played in everyone’s mind.  In her show, Sara Juli directly addresses those thought bubbles which usually remain unspoken.  “What if we could have a one night stand while married to other people?”  A man answers, “I’d do it but I’d be a little troubled.”  She smiles and comments that, regardless of being troubled, he would do it anyway.  Funny.  Then the big ad lib lands.  “Let’s talk after.”

This one hour show is a delightful blend of comedy and serious without ever dipping into negativity.  The performance and the script stay focused on laughs despite the realness of the subject matter.  You could imagine a darker version.  The color pink, however, keeps the tone cotton candy sweet and playful.  That base allows the “wow” moments to stand out.

Sara Juli has been creating and performing comedic dance-theater for two decades.  Her ability to hold an audience’s attention with abrupt changes in style reflects that experience.  The creative elements around her are excellent.  Pamela Moulton’s set design would make the Pink Ladies from Grease swoon.  The costume designs by Carol Farrell are especially memorable.  Disposable razor blades as fringe feels fashion forward.  Never worry should you need a quick touch up.

A variety of enjoyments are scattered throughout this piece of performance art.  My favorite section came toward the end.  Ms. Juli seemed to be holding herself together.  A dance begins.  This is what the little girl wants.  This is what the mature woman needs.  Her deliberate and repetitive movements tell the story of the passage of time and life’s changes in direction.  This burnt-out wife is paying attention to her cravings.  Amidst all the zaniness the message was loud and clear.

Burnt-Out Wife is playing over two weekends at Dixon Place through February 28, 2020.  Sara will be touring with this show into 2021 and those locations are listed on her website.

www.dixonplace.org

www.sarajuli.com

Birthday in the Bronx (The Tank)

Raquel has a rough life.  In Birthday in the Bronx, her character name is Rocky.  She’s a bruiser of a field hockey player having collected broken bones and bloody scars.  Two noxious sportscasters comment about the atrocious playing conditions.  “I understand funding is tight” but the field is all muddy.  Earlier in the day, girls from a “better school” looked like goddesses.

Rocky’s talent is noticed and she receives an offer to play at a rich school near Boston.  That school is so white.  How white is it?  The hockey stick is even white.  The first student we meet is named Pretty White Girl.  In her opening lines she blurts “audits and yachts” followed by “inheritance offshore” and “tennis camp au pair escrow.”  The language is exaggerated gobbledygook but somehow the laughs do not land.

Even the teacher spouts gibberish meant to satirize the one percent.  She squawks “board of directors heirloom tomatoes” and “Downsize?  Ha!  Investor relations.”  Parts of Paul Hufker’s new play contain quirky satire.  In a world of woke, this story attempts to vilify the non-woke.

Teeth, another pretty white girl, cannot have Rocky’s birthday party at her house because mom said no.  Noam Chomsky might pop by.  Rocky doesn’t want anything for her big day except for her bones to heal.  The pretty white girls play nasty games like peeing in her bed.  The cake?  Rocky wants Fudgey the whale.  Lips insists on a real bakery cake “like the time when Arthur Miller came to my house.”  In a hyper-satirized environment, that joke might land.

Unfortunately for Rocky, home life does not seem significantly better.  Her positive exterior covers lots of brokenness.  Everyone seems to treat her badly regardless of race or relation.  The sting of what might be an edgy and purposefully uncomfortable comedy instead comes across as a disjointed Mean Girls.

The two men in the radio booth take a walk to Kayville Train Town where they let us know, in no uncertain terms, that they are racist.  Wife Nancy is going to make “pink border wall” for dinner.  The recipe?  “Cook green card, real low and slow… where are your papers until you gotta stab it with a fork!”  If anyone does get in over the border wall, “just kill em an grill em.”  That could be sickly funny.  That could also be inky dark.  In this production directed by Michaela Escarcega, the scene falls flat.

A lamb motif dominates this play.  Rocky finds one in a garbage can.  A sports announcer reads advertisements for the meat.  Rocky’s dream sequences feature a Bronx legislator who is represented as a lamb.  To be honest, I needed to consult the script to figure that detail out.  Another funny line appears:  “We don’t speak Spanish and we don’t speak rich, but we’re willing to learn rich.”

Is Rocky internalizing her own guilt about wanting to escape her roots and claw her way, sticks flying, to the greenfield pastures of the one percent?  Along the way encountering giant swaths of racism in the form of white America?  Her childhood roots cloud that potentially ripe target.  Everyone just seems so mean.  Birthday in the Bronx feels more like a tale of psychological abuse.  Her teammates taunt her shouting “rice and beans bitch” which says it all.

Sigrid Wise gamely portrays all the pretty white girls and, therefore, the group scene doesn’t have the impact as it does on the page.  Suzelle Palacios does a nice job traversing the many moods of Rocky.  She earns the necessary sympathy.  The finest moment of this production is the high strung closing speech delivered by Evans Formica, one of the heinous white men.

Sports metaphors, evil carnivores, societal injustice, sorority hazing, dysfunctional families, violence, racism and other assorted topics create a very crowded and confusing story.  Birthday in the Bronx has some ideas and demonstrated wit as read on the page.  This production is far too jumbled and unfocused, however, to make any sense out of this play.

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