Purlie Victorious

Purlie Victorious:  A Non-Confederate Romp Through the Cotton Patch

Last night I was watching The Late Show with Stephen Colbert.  One of his guests was Ruby Bridges.  She was the first African American to attend an all-white Louisiana elementary school in 1960 during the desegregation crisis.  U.S. Marshalls had to escort her in.  No one would sit in class with her so she studied alone with a white teacher imported from Boston.  A year later in 1961 Purlie Victorious: A Non-Confederate Romp Through the Cotton Patch premiered on Broadway.  A tale of two cities, indeed.

Ms. Bridges became even more famous when depicted in a Norman Rockwell painting entitled The Problem We All Live With.  Sixty years later and the problem is still here.  Some progress has been made of course but backward motion is getting traction.  As it does again and again.  We are still fighting the Civil War and current conservative leadership is hell bent on restoring the doctrine of white supremacy.  In this environment, Purlie has been superbly revived and remains a vital piece of theatrical genius.

Ossie Davis wrote and starred in this broad satire of the Jim Crow south set in “the recent past”.  The plot centers around the titular character who returns home to the cotton planting country.  His Aunt Bee passed away and there is a $500 inheritance.  Ol’ Cap’n Cotchipee (Jay O’ Sanders) has held onto the funds.  Purlie Victorious Judson (Leslie Odom, Jr., excellent) wants the cash to buy the community church and preach freedom to the cotton pickers.

Purlie is nothing if not filled with wild notions whether factually sound or fictionally embellished.  He returns home with Lutiebelle Gussie Mae Jenkins, a devout admirer of his.  She agrees to impersonate the deceased Aunt Bee to collect the cash from Master.  Forced to act high above her station, she awkwardly approaches the task.  Kara Young’s scene is one of the funniest likely to seen on Broadway this year.

Purlie’s brother Gitlow (Billy Eugene Jones, especially first-rate) and sister-in-law Missy (Heather Alicia Simms) are on board to help.  Gitlow is the character navigating the white agenda while working with his clan to accomplish the mission.  As in all brash comedies things go awry and the fallout leads to crises.

What makes Ossie Davis’ play so remarkable is that the humor never flags.  The subject matter includes all the racial strife prevalent in America, a brandishing bull whip and local police with dubious interpretations of the law.  My first trip to Louisiana was in the late 1980’s auditing a jeans factory.  The good ol’ boys would sit in their office drinking beer all afternoon while the factory workers (primarily black) toiled away.  When I saw these southern lawmen onstage I immediately recalled the dimwits I encountered all those years ago.

Charlie Cotchipee is the young son of his entitled landowning racist father.  Mr. Davis wisely gives him the moral ability to see right and wrong.  He plays a crucial role in the plot and Noah Robbins nicely inhabits the nervous yet determined and intelligent boy.  Trivia buffs may want to know Alan Alda was the original Charlie on Broadway.

There are memorable lines and monologues throughout.  The cast is as terrific across the board as one would hope.  The creative team, notably Derek McLane’s pitch perfect set design, makes this story come to life but never lets realism overwhelm the satire.

Director Kenny Leon has staged this play with pedal to the metal.  A three act play has been reformed into a single act.  As a result, we hop on the speeding train and let the brilliantly subversive tone wash over us.  I guffawed and howled.  Underneath, however, the darkness defiantly insists on its due and, from my seat, hit some nerves.

Is Purlie victorious after all this time?  I’d have to say not really despite being turned into a 1970 hit musical .  The play successfully ran on Broadway for 261 performances and was never revived until now.  Perhaps the Jim Crow entertainment industry (and its safe craving consuming public) is to blame.  For everyone else, this production breaks open a phenomenal time capsule unearthed from a galvanizing historical decade in American history.  Go and laugh you ass off.

Purlie Victorious is running at The Music Box until February 4, 2023.  I’ve added Gone With the Days! to my movie watch list.  This 1963 filming of the play includes performances from many of the original cast members including Ossie Davis and his wife Ruby Dee.

www.purlievictorious.com

Here We Are (The Shed)

Here We Are

I have seen the majority of Stephen Sondheim’s musicals.  His final show, Here We Are, has been mounted in a gleamingly sleek off-Broadway production.  The show does not classify itself as one of his classics but the enjoyments are plentiful.

Book writer David Ives collaborated with Mr. Sondheim on this theatrical adaptation of two films by Luis Buñuel.  The first act is based on The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie from 1972, an Oscar winning Best Foreign Language Film.  The movie and this show concern themselves with people attempting to dine together despite encountering surreal roadblocks.

Boorish wealthy blowhard Leo Brink (Bobby Cannavale) and his well-meaning half-baked wife Marianne (Rachel Bay Jones) live in a palatially sleek Apple store-like home with servants (Tracie Bennett and Denis O’Hare).  Four friends arrive insisting they’ve been invited to brunch.  No worries!  They will jump in the car and dine out.  Too bad most of the venues chosen are not able to supply any food.  Like the film these bizarre turn of events are taken at face value.

The group includes Paul (Jeremy Shamos) and Claudia Zimmer (Amber Gray).  He is a plastic surgeon.  She is an power broker agent.  Raffael Santello Di Santicci (Steven Pasquale) is a lothario ambassador from the fictional Mediterranean country of Moranda.  Claudia’s younger sister is a self-proclaimed revolutionary albeit uber-privileged with a trust fund.  They are all insufferable and we are meant to judge them for fun.

Finding food is the goal as the group heads to the embassy of Moranda.  The second act turns darker and references The Exterminating Angel from 1962.  This movie tells the story of wealthy guests who find themselves unable to leave after a lavish dinner party.  In the film and on the stage chaos ensues.  We get to watch the high and mighty fall from grace or at least embarrass themselves immensely.

A few other guests participate including a Colonel (Francoise Battiste), his soldier (Hin Ja) and a Bishop (David Hyde Pierce).  The soldier has a thing for the revolutionary.  The bishop has a fondness for pumps.  The Colonel is the only character that seemed lost in a maelstrom of unhinged pandemonium.  Everyone else is superbly loony in this freakish dreamscape.

Calling Here We Are a musical in the traditional sense is a stretch.  There are songs, particularly in Act I.  In the second act there are a few numbers initially then there is simply underscoring for the increasingly absurdist action.  That is not necessarily a bad thing just like turning the corner in a funhouse provides the next opportunity for wide-eyed disbelief.

Sondheim fans will certainly be pleased with the lavishly inventive staging by Director Joe Mantello.  David Zinn’s scenic and costume designs are especially vivid.  The cast is a who’s who of top tier Broadway talent.  Nearly everyone on stage has had at least one major triumph in the past decade.  Combining comedic focus,  wisely controlled characterizations and deadpan line deliveries gives this material the juice it needs to eviscerate the arrogant and their parasitic wannabes.

Stand-outs in this exceptionally talented cast include the servants portrayed by Ms. Bennett and Mr. O’Hare.  They are the flies on the wall through whom we see the foolish.  With few lines and mostly puttering about, they excel at creating a sour mood.  The lead role belongs to Marianne.  Her dance and other events in Act II makes us consider that this may be her personal dream rather than a group hallucination.  Rachel Bay Jones is, once again, superb in elevating this seemingly ditzy lady to something pathetically human and real.

Satire works well when it is seriously played which occurs in this cracking tribute to skewering the privileged class and their imaginary genius.  “The Blob” of Merrily We Roll Along,  “The Ladies Who Lunch” in Company or “Gossip” from Sunday in the Park With George evoke similar themes.  Mr. Sondheim and his arch lyricism have mined this territory before.  As a result, this final effort is a satisfying coda to his unparalleled repertoire.

Here We Are concludes its run at The Shed on January 21, 2024.

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ADRIFT: A Medieval Wayward Folly (Happenstance Theater)

ADRIFT:  A Medieval Wayward Folly

“It’s getting late.  I best go prepare your leeches.”  Lines like these inform the loosely linked skits of ADRIFT: A Medieval Wayward Folly.  Fans of both the Hieronymus Bosch triptych The Garden of Earthy Delights and Monty Python antics will find much to amuse themselves in this diverting entertainment.

The show begins with a focus on a small section of Bosch’s phantasmagorical painting.  The Ship of Fools is denoted by a simple flag.  The wayward souls are adrift at sea.  Body movements suggest wind and waves.  A song portends “this is the way the world ends”.  The mysteries and general cluelessness of the time period are gently skewered.  The illiterate ask “oh great diviner what do we do now?”

Our guides on this journey are hapless medieval peasants working hard to survive day-to-day but also put on a show.  The audience could be seen as the locals being visited by these traveling tellers of tall tales.  Music, dance, puppetry, simple sets and costumes combine to create a stylistic homage to the “Dark Ages”.  Feathery touches of humor inform the tone.

A cast member greets the arrivals upon entering the theater.  A request is made.  Write down a question for the oracle.  I did and so did many others.  They result in a very fun sideshow incorporated into the tomfoolery.  One person hilariously asked “what is a printer doing when it is doing private maintenance?”  Nothing in this piece is too serious nor is there a linear storyline.

Adrift is defined as floating without being either moored or steered.  That is a fair summation of the work created by the Happenstance Theater ensemble.  Low budget meets creatively clever in this series of vignettes meant to evoke SNL circa 1224.  The audience is enjoined to revel in its life’s wayward follies.

Amazements directed to the uneducated masses of the day are on the menu here.  There will be a magic show and a real demon.  The troupe will obsess on death and the afterlife.  Medical quackery of the day will also take a seat so we can giggle at old school lobotomy techniques.

Does the show have a purpose?  There is a light reference to climate change as reflected by the floating ship surrounded by water, its fools and a focus on end days.  The real fun here is to sit back, transform yourself into a medieval peasant and let this very silly and goofily imaginative low budget conceptual thousand year old pageant infiltrate your soul like the plague.  Leeches, like botox, are optional.

The run of ADRIFT: A Medieval Wayward Folly has ended in New York.  The show will be performed at the Baltimore Theatre Project from February 22 though March 3, 2024.

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MOMIX (Joyce Theater)

MOMIX

I have long wanted to see the dance company MOMIX as I heard about their visually arresting shows.  Artistic Director Moses Pendleton presented VIVA MOMIX as part of their three week holiday run in NYC.  The experience was indeed dazzling.

This program is a celebration of the company’s 40th anniversary season.  The selections included works from all six of their shows plus a world premiere.  They accurately bill their style as “illusion, beauty, magic, fun and inventiveness”.  The wonders are ceaseless.

VIVA MOMIX consists of sixteen dances spread over two acts.  “Solar Flares” opens the show complete with something akin to pool noodles.  Props are a major element in many of the dances and they are impressively incorporated.  “Table Talk” was a acrobatic routine which featured, as you might expect, a table.

“Marigolds” began as flowers which converted into red dresses.  “Aqua Flow” can be described as a chandelier turned whirling necklace.  Literal dummies were used in the group dance and final number “If You Need Some Body”.  The creativity is worth savoring.

Especially welcome are the splendid backdrops and bewitching lighting which sometimes showcases the dancers and other times plays tricks on the eyes.  Shapes are revealed.  Animals emerge.  A fantastic example of this artistic melding occurred in the black-lit illusions of the amusing “Snow Geese”.

I (finally) recently saw the superlative Taylor Swift Eras Tour concert film.  Swifties should be delighted by “Man Fan”.  They will recall similar enormous undulating capes with long spines and fabric allowing for spectacular evolving imagery.

The new work premiered for this performance was “Floating”.  Three couples are intertwined on a slanted mirrored platform.  As they change positions and shapes they appear to be floating in their ecstatic combinations.

MOMIX can be easily enjoyed by casual dance fans, children and those who might want to sample a professional dance performance.  The eye candy is unending and the smiles these staged dances illicit are deservedly earned.  “Daddy Long Legs” is a cowboy number which naturally includes lengthy limbs.  You’ll have to see for yourself how this effortlessly performed number ropes the audience into applause.

MOMIX tours the United States throughout the year.  For 2024 they are featuring their Alice in Wonderland themed show.  They also have a few dates booked for Italy in late spring.

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Merrily We Roll Along

Merrily We Roll Along

Spending a lot of time these days away from New York City, I was not around for the off-Broadway revival of Merrily We Roll Along last spring.  The show was a smash hit with stellar reviews.  The uptown move to Broadway followed this fall.  I purchased tickets near the holidays so I did not miss this production.  Great fortune most often happens with advanced planning.

This version is my fourth viewing of Merrily (see link below).  In a nutshell, I have always liked the show despite the pile on mentality of its problems.  The tale is about three friends who arrive in NYC with big dreams.  Time passes and these so-called besties fall out of love, if not completely able to unshackle their emotional bonds with each other.

George Furth’s book tells this story backwards.  While some find this conceit awkward, I fully embrace its intent.  Perhaps this is because I’ve encountered this show as an older person.  The trials and tribulations of life and these friendships are vividly real.  Getting to the end of the show with the fresh faced bloom of youthful possibilities is the tragedy yet to unfold.

Director Maria Friedman has mounted an extraordinary staging of this Stephen Sondheim show.  The production places the Franklin Shepard character front and center with the two friends circling in an unsteady orbit.  Imagining the reverse chronology as a autobiographical memory play enables the audience to connect with and repel from Mr. Shepard as do his friends.

Jonathan Groff portrays him with all of the narcissism required.  His flaw, if it were, could be that he doesn’t completely abandon his early ideals while he pursues Hollywood success and excess.  Songwriter and creative partner Charlie Kringas is his lyricist and playwright.  The tension between the two erupts in a television interview.  Mr. Kringas reads his old friend for filth in the bitter revenge song “Franklin Shepard, Inc.”.

Daniel Radcliffe, a kinetic ball of exuberant energy unable to contain a tightly wound fury, excels in this high point of Act I.  The tension on Mr. Groff’s face while ingesting the public humiliation is intense.  Throughout the course of the show, both actors inhabit a character arc that feels utterly believable and disconcertingly sad.

The third wheel in this trio is Mary Flynn.  She meets the two on a NYC rooftop in 1957 also full of her own dreams.  At the show’s beginning Mary is a splenetic alcoholic.  She also has issues with Franklin Shepard which haunt her through the decades.  The always excellent Lindsay Mendez joins the reprise of “Not A Day Goes By” towards the end of Act II.  The moment will break your heart.  Guaranteed.

The creative team has assembled a bountiful assortment of great individual and collective moments.  First and foremost is the ensemble.  Every person on the stage is always a character no matter how small.  The group performs the “Merrily We Roll Along” transitions which feel, perhaps for the first time, critical to retelling this musical memoir.

Supporting character performers are also spot on.  Reg Rogers’ Joe Josephson steals his scenes as the producer.  Understudy Talia Simone Robinson delivered an effectively plaintive characterization of Frank’s first wife Beth.  Krystal Joy Brown knocked the ladder climbing Hollywood diva bombshell Gussie Carnegie out of the park.

Critics seemed not to love the scenic design by Soutra Gilmour.  I disagree.  I thought the simple and timeless (and getting dated over time) mid-century vibe was ideal.  The set speaks to a moment in memory’s time while still being able to evolve timewise without excessive and distracting changes.

Ms. Gilmour was also responsible for the costumes.  They are excellent.  Mr. Sondheim ridiculed the cultural elitists in a number of his shows and Merrily is one of them.  The de rigueur black and white costumes are stunning in “The Blob,” a minor song in this show presented with exquisitely artful fangs calling out the snobbery of the pompous ass class.

All of these superlatives should be enough to convince musical theater fans to rush and see this exceptional production.  One more incentive.  Stephen Sondheim’s score is truly outstanding with great songs blending seamlessly with the people and their stories.  I’ve merrily seen a lot of Sondheim over the years (only a few outliers remain!).  This one is a must.

Merrily We Roll Along is running at the Hudson Theatre and has recently extended performances through July 7, 2024.

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Monty Python’s Spamalot

Monty Python’s Spamalot

Did I really need to see the current revival of Monty Python’s Spamalot on Broadway?  I love the original, delightfully idiotic film which makes me chuckle every time the knights say “Ni!”  I enjoyed the original musical adaptation starring Tim Curry in 2005.  Fans of the material – and of talented theater gents (and one major diva) – should pounce like a hungry killer rabbit in search of some bloody fun.

This incarnation is not materially different in terms of jokes, gags, songs, over-the-top performances, silliness and intentionally offensive humor.  The French, Jews, gays and, most lovingly, the Brits are mercilessly mocked for laughs.  That’s good news because the current climate could have encouraged a tone change or two.  That would destroy this material.  The winking and knowing self-mockery, as much as the amputations, must remain for Spamalot to work.

Monty Python and the Holy Grail was a spoof of all things medieval by a very talented troupe of English actor/writers.  The plot is nominally about King Arthur’s quest to search for the Holy Grail.  It’s a truly pathetic effort as evidenced by the fact that he has no horse.  In the film his “Patsy” accompanies him and pretends to give the journey gravitas.  Clicking coconut shells together make the approximate hoofing sound.  The generally well-versed audience roars in recognition of the classic film moment.  Others seem to appreciate the abject silliness.

Seemingly everything in the film is present onstage in the book by Monty Python member Eric Idle.  Josh Rhodes directed and choreographed this version.  All the performers are given stellar shining moments to make their case for glory, for country, for scenery chewing, for coming out of the closet, for looking on the bright side and for nakedly killing it.  I had a great time and the show made me leave happily entertained, far beyond my expectations.

Who to single out?  Taran Killam is a terrific Sir Lancelot but his raspberry turn as The French Taunter may never, ever be bested.  Michael Urie (Buyer & Cellar) portrays scaredy pants Sir Robin who is relatively subdued until his second act double feature of “Brave Sir Robin” and “You Won’t Succeed on Broadway”.  Ethan Slater (SpongeBob Squarepants) plays eight small characters, all of them hilariously.  Hard to pick a favorite from his many high points so I’ll go with Not Dead Fred, Baby and Prince Herbert.

James Monroe Iglehart (Aladdin) and Christopher Fitzgerald (Waitress, Young Frankenstein) are the centers of the show and hold the reins (or pretend to) admirably.  Scattered into this testosterone mix is The Lady of the Lake.  Channeling every belter who has ever demanded the spotlight, Leslie Rodriguez Kritzer (Beetlejuice!) eats the scenery with ferocity and some great zingers.  Of course she nails all of her big songs (and she will let you know there are not enough of them).

The doldrums of winter coupled with the heinous start to another disgraceful Presidential election cycle is our current Dark Ages.  Spamalot exists to remind us that, even though we citizens may be armless and legless, we can still stand up to the taunting man and let love – and laughter – reign supreme.  This musical revival is for those of us who desperately need to look on the bright side of life.

Spamalot is currently searching for a shrubbery at the St. James Theatre.

www.spamalotthemusical.com

Life and Times of Michael K (St. Ann’s Warehouse)

Life & Times of Michael K

The sirens and overhead airplanes immediately provide the backdrop for this often sad and somewhat harrowing tale.  A fictional civil war in South Africa is ever present.  J.M. Coetzee’s 1983 Booker Prize winning novel Life & Times of Michael K was adapted for the stage in a visually arresting production.

Michael K is an everyman.  He was born with a cleft lip, always an outcast of sorts.  He suffers indignities through life.  When he enacts a plan to return his ailing mother to her childhood farm he comes face to face with the dystopian world around him.  The dramatic events are not farfetched:  curfews, raids, labor camps, refugees, mayhem and destruction.  Conflicts occur amidst Michael’s good intentions.

This production was an enormous hit at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe and has had other productions elsewhere.  The reasons are numerous.  Michael, his mother and many of the characters are puppets manipulated by up to three actors.  Their character movements and expressions are precise, developing many layers of emotional depth.

The telling of this everyman story through an intricately carved wooden figure is inspired.  Michael chases a goat (puppet) into a river in a marvelously inventive scene which is visually astonishing.  Handspring Puppet Company (War Horse) designed the very memorable creations.

Surrounding this wonder is a solid cast who manage to interact with the puppets as well as embody them.  Added to that are film segments (such as travel) which include close ups of the puppets moving through their journey.  The play is enhanced by a musical composition by Kyle Shepherd.  All of the individual pieces point to a truly inventive imagining of a classic tale.  Lara Foot adapted the book and directed this piece.

Unfortunately the proceedings were plodding at best and, I hate to say, not infrequently boring.  Two hours of slow paced storytelling along with fragmentary transitions were a challenge to sit through.  The richness of the visuals and the performances could not overcome the tedium.  Three of us attended together.  Rarely are we all completely in sync when we see something.  We were wholly aligned on this one and, therefore, disappointed by this highly lauded theatrical event.

Life & Times of Michael K was performed at the St. Ann’s Warehouse and concluded its run on December 23, 2023.  Next up is Volcano described as part theater, part dance and part sci-fi thriller running January 10th through the 21st.

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Christmas Shows 2023

In New York City during the holiday season there are ample opportunities to check out some holiday themed entertainment.  Two of them this year from my seat.  Both have a heavy dose of ho-ho-ho.

Chloe Saves Christmas

Popping into the Off-Off Broadway arts incubator The Tank is a chance to take a sleigh ride with up and coming creative minds.  When the snow is powdery there are usually thrills galore.  “If you like John Waters, you’ll love Chloe Saves Christmas” promised the website.  I like John Waters so off off to the winter wonderland I go.

A warning was posted.  This show would contain “over-the-top Christmas antics, yuletide fuckery, tentacles, snow, questionable morals and bizarre sexual content”.  The posting did not lie.  The opening minutes features an annoyed Chloe musing about lost opportunities.  “I could be tickly my twat and watching Love Actually“.  When the plot to save Christmas gets in gear, she exclaims “we’re saving Christmas; I can feel it in my twat”.

The too long show is filled with potty humor and silly clowning.  Some of it is very funny.  Some of it is very repetitious.  You see, Chloe is a young IHOP waitress who is Instagram famous for her fart videos.  She is legendary for her gaseous excess.  That talent plus an ability to produce other noxious air releases will be put to use in order to save Christmas.  She teams up with a guy (straight but accused as gay) and a gal (lesbian but no waffling there) to conquer the Octopus and its inappropriate tentacles.

Chloe Saves Christmas has a promising skit backbone that feels clever amidst the self-admittedly “over-the-top” crude tomfoolery.  An enjoyable Shakespearesque monologue garners laughs as do some truly hilarious costume changes as cast members attempt to keep up with the ever swirling onstage antics.  This ho show was meant to offend and it did.  Even Mary is a target since she is a “sick person and a bad actress”.

Chloe Saves Christmas concluded performances at the Tank on December 17, 2023.  The Tank is a non-profit producer presenting over 1,000 performances annually across many disciplines.

www.thetanknyc.org

Nutcracker Rouge

College friends were holiday weekend gathering in New York for the second year in a row.  Saturday night was dinner at the newly reopened Cantina Cubano in the East Village (and yes, delicious as always).  Friday nights are reserved for those of us interested in exploring theatrical offerings which lend themselves to group fun.  Last year we sailed aboard the megahit Titanique, still running despite the iceberg danger.  Nutcracker Rouge was this year’s choice.

In their opulent den of Moulin Rouge inspired debauchery, Company XIV seems to have an annual smash hit with this wildly entertaining musical extravaganza.  I’ve been to this Bushwick locale and reviewed a number of their shows previously.  This time I was a paying customer and a very happy one at that.

The show is essentially the same as in previous years but certain performers have changed so the specifics differ.  What you can expect:  excellent sugar plum choreography executed precisely, sexy costumes, Cirque-like athletic feats, cocktails to savor and a loosely conceived plot to hold all the merriment and visual splendor together.  Storm Marrero is the big voiced diva who rules this venue (including hilariously managing the drunken Karen who simply could not find her seat after intermission).

This Nutcracker is for those seeking an evening of sparkling Louis the XIV period excess complete with wigs and a dash of sugar plum fairies.  My review from 2019 happily still rings true.

Nutcracker Rouge is running through January 28, 2024 along with another show, Cocktail Magique, a “variety show of intoxicating illusions” which has performances scheduled through August 2024.

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Spain (Second Stage)

Jen Silverman’s play Spain introduced me to a film I had never heard of.  The Spanish Earth, released in 1937, was an anti-fascist film made during the Spanish Civil War.  This movie was directed by Joris Ivens and written by John Dos Passos and Ernest Hemingway.  All three are characters in this fictional retelling.

The key thematic element of Spain is the role of artists in creating propaganda.  Mr. Ivens (Andrew Burnap) is being paid handsomely by the Russians to bring the uprising to reflect the side they preferred.  Foreign governments mix with Americans to wage opinion wars.  Still topical today (and probably forever).

Helen (Marin Ireland) will be assisting Joris under the guise of being his girlfriend.  They wax poetic about the morality of what they are doing.  “Can a false story be so good that it does something true?” is the point here.  It is also the reason for this play’s existence given our world of persistent and deliberate misinformation.  You can almost hear the “fake news” and “witch hunts” screaming in the ether.

Spain tends to be a tedious and confusing imaginary tale of the creation of a certain piece of propaganda which has its place in history and can still be viewed on You Tube.  The best part of this production is the very cool noir elements of the staging and particularly the lighting (Jen Schriever).  Columns of white light traverse the black stage between scenes like a computer scanning for information.

The performances are all solid with Danny Wolohan’s Hemingway a boisterous blowhard treat.  His writing partner Dos Passos (Erik Lochtefeld) is an meek sidekick who is overwhelmed by the manly man.  This fictionalized recap is less about what happened specifically and more about the obligations of artists shaping the world and its politics.

The earnestness is marred by bizarreness toward the end.  Film clips are finally shown accompanied by an aria which is oddly confusing.  A final scene thrusts the internet propaganda machine front and center as if we could not make that leap ourselves.  It adds nothing and detracts from the stylized environment so carefully calibrated in unearthing this relic and bearing in mind its import today.

Spain concluded its run at the Tony Kiser Theater on December 17, 2023.

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Stupid F@*#ing Bird (Theater Wit, Chicago)

The characters in Anton Chekhov’s plays are known for their angst.  Aaron Posner has adapted many works into plays with Stupid F@*#ing Bird being a contemporary take on The Seagull.  I previously encountered this playwright’s version of Uncle Vanya called LIFE SUCKS.  This one seemed far less successful for me despite being his most produced play.  Maybe I am as bitter and self-loathing as these characters?  I blame the bird.

The drama begins with Con (Nicholas Barelli) staging a site-specific theater piece starring his girlfriend (Magdalena Dalzelli).  The monologue is a goofy send-up of experimental theater forms.  Con’s mother Emma (Laura Sturm), herself an established actress with a capital A, finds the proceedings ridiculous.  Queue the angst.

Mom was not a great mother as she was and is still totally self-absorbed.  To be fair, however, self-absorption is the order of the day here.  There are would be, could be and shouldn’t be love affairs tossed in with jealousies and unrequited longings.  Did Mom love her son or just herself?  Is Mom’s art of the past now dated hokum as the next generation strives to create new forms?  Will a ukulele appear in the production?  These questions – and quite a few more – will be considered.

Along the journey there are some terrific quips.  Unrequited Mash who longs for Con quotes The Seagull directly with “I’m in mourning for my life”.  The world in general is considered as in “what kind of god needs a laugh that bad”?  Casual asides consider the war on “blah, blah, blah”.  Protest posters of current hot topics are shoe-horned in awkwardly.

Complaining, which can often be inspired fun, is intermixed with attempts to make everyone seem normal underneath their dark rainclouds.  A suggested goal:  “find someone to snuggle up with every night to maybe help us forget everything we know”.  Admittedly a dim worldview but incredibly timely eight years after its writing.

Director Luda Lopatina Solomon lays the malaise on thickly and the performances came across to me as less funny than curiously bland.  There were two standouts in the cast.  Bob Pries embodies Sorn, the elder statesman who seems amused by the antics around him but admits his life has been all about going through the motions.  His happy and supporting uncle is a facade.  Even he must show us angst.

David Fink’s portrayal of Dev, the friend, sidekick and generally positive spirit shined brightest.  Dev may be desperately in love with Mash who is desperately in love with Con whose mother is desperately in love with Trig who wants Con’s girl to Con’s dismay.  But Dev can wield a ukulele and use pliable facial expressions to make us cringe and cheer.  He is the jolly mess in this satire who came closest to lifting this amalgam of art, love, life, age and silly miseries above the plodding production of this possibly too clever-for-its own-good play.

Stupid F@*#ing Bird concluded its run at Theater Wit on December 9, 2023.  Further angst can currently be explored in Who’s Holiday featuring Cindy Lou Who now living in a trailer.

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