Saint Joan (Manhattan Theatre Club)

George Bernard Shaw wrote Saint Joan in 1923, three years after Pope Benedict XV canonized her.  Considered one of his masterworks, Shaw went on to win the Nobel Prize in literature two years later.  The Manhattan Theater Club has mounted a serious revival for Broadway starring Condola Rashad, a three time Tony nominee for Stick Fly, The Trip to Bountiful and A Doll’s House, Part 2.  I’ve been fortunate to see all of these performances (and also the Pulitzer Prize winning Ruined).  Having read this play in graduate school and never having seen it staged, I was looking forward to watching this always excellent actress bring Joan to life on stage.

Saint Joan is the well known, oft-told story of Joan of Arc, a medieval military figure who helps turn the tide of French losses on the battlefield against the English.  She is following the voices from God in her head which tell her to lead the troops to victory for France and crown the Dauphin as King.  In this interpretation of the play, Joan is neither a madwoman filled with rage nor a demur heroic wallflower.  She is clear-eyed, focused and matter-of-fact. Never for a moment do you believe Ms. Rashad’s Joan has any doubt about her mission.

What makes the play thematically rich is that Shaw wrote characters who are not simply villainous.  They are also pragmatic and calculated.  After her trial she is burned at the stake, largely due to her rising popularity which often follows when common people unite around a successful leader gaining power.  In 1429, the English and the Catholic Church found a way to bond against a common enemy named Joan.  Was she a heretic or were her visions real?  Either way, the church leaders were threatened.  The English, satirically painted as idiots by the Irish Shaw, just wanted her captured and killed.

How one sees this play largely depends on your worldview.  Do you believe in saints and miracles?  Is this a tale of politics and hypocrisy?  Centuries after Joan was sentenced to death by religious leaders, the church changed its mind.  The will of god or a guilty conscience?  This play contains a dream epilogue occurring 25 years after Joan’s death.  I think Saint Joan (the play) might be the grandmother to Tony Kushner’s Angels in America.  Both use fantastical elements to make us think hard about what we believe and why.

Many aspects of this particular production are quite fine but the play rather than the staging is the meat here to devour.  My favorite performance was Jack Davenport’s Earl of Warwick, a manipulative and ruthless man.  Joan is a threat to the system.  A church trial is a means to slander her and make her go away disgraced, rather than as a martyr.  You also have to consider whether or not Joan was sane.  She lived in a world where everyone was out for themselves above all else, trying to preserve the status quo.  Sound familiar?  Saint Joan truly is an excellent play.

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Two Mile Hollow (WP Theater)

The fifth and final play presented as part of the WP Theater’s Pipeline Festival was written by Leah Nanako Winkler, “a mixed-race Asian Southerner from Japan and Kentucky.”  Two Mile Hollow is the Hampton-like residence of a wealthy white family.  The play’s inspiration came from a NYC theater company whose season consisted solely of what she and her colleagues deemed “white people by the water” plays.  What is that?  In the program notes, Ms. Winkler tells us that this familiar genre concerns rich white people sitting in big houses by the water complaining about their mundane problems while spilling family secrets over white wine.

Blythe Donnelly is the matriarch of the family and her step-daughter is Mary.  In your mind, conjure a “white people by the water” scenario and cast Blythe Danner and Gwyneth Paltrow in the parts.  You will instantly get the gist of this satire.  Two Mile Hollow is flat out hilarious.  Naturally the family is in decline.  The patriarch is a dead Oscar winner whose television actor son  brings his Asian personal assistant to the mansion.  Another son is a Yale graduate without a job or purpose in life.  Both want Daddy’s motorcycle.  Mother is a beast in the grandest tradition.  The step-daughter likes to imagine life as a bird, instead of a twice divorced failure.

Adding to this flavorful stew is the casting of all non-white actors in the roles.  Comedy this broad requires great talent to pull it off.  With only two weeks to rehearse, Director Morgan Gould has staged a solidly paced piece filled with plenty of nice touches.  As the daughter Mary, Keren Lugo was uproarious, skewering every spoiled, semi-doltish debutante gone sour ever written.  The self-loathing son and Yale graduate was played by Sathya Sridharan with screamingly hilarious awkwardness and unforgettable physicality.

This play is having a few premieres around the country this spring.  I look forward to a big full production in the future.  Two Mile Hollow is a winner.

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Summer: The Donna Summer Musical

This news will come as no surprise to anyone with even a fleeting knowledge of the undisputed Queen of Disco.  The final song in this show is “Last Dance.”  At that moment, the disco balls drop, the lights start spinning, the audience leaps to its feet and, well, it’s sort of theme park Studio 54.  Thank goodness that time arrives because our Queen needed some adoration in the dully titled Summer:  The Donna Summer Musical.  I mean, come on.  With song titles like “Hot Stuff” and “She Works Hard For the Money,” certainly a tad more creativity could be expected.  How about I Feel Love: The Donna Summer Story?

The title is about as deep as this show gets.  Summer is a biographical journey of a woman who defined an era.  She had a string of Top 40 hits every year from 1975 to 1984 with one twelve month period where she had four Billboard number one singles.  Also on the plus side, she is a fascinatingly complicated person.  Ms. Summer’s life was filled with controversies and conundrums.  Orgasm singing in “Love to Love You Baby” followed by born again Christianity.  Her alleged anti-gay comments during the AIDS crisis which alienated her fans.  All presented here by scratching the surface and quickly moving on.

Everyone I attended this show with liked it immensely if not absolutely loved it.  Sorry, someone left the cake out in the rain.  Long stretches of boredom are not, not, not my imagination.  There are reasons to enjoy parts of this show notably the familiar songs (How could I have forgotten “Heaven Knows”?) There are three actresses portraying Donna, all superb singers.  Storm Lever is Duckling Donna, our young talent in the gospel choir but not immune from evil.  Ariana Debose is Disco Donna and brings life to everything she touches.  However, it is La Chanze as Diva Donna that commands our most rapt attention.  As quasi-narrator, we see Donna Summer through her.  All three have knockout numbers which make this musical at least float and occasionally soar.

Now for more of the disappointing news.  How can Sergio Trujillo’s choreography not be amazing?  I saw Saturday Night Fever too but the oft repeated hand spinning and pointing upward was frankly not enough to encapsulate the disco era.  The set was a distracting mess of literal projection squares moving around.  When Duckling Donna tries on lipstick, the projection shown is a tube of lipstick.  Much of the stage is oddly dark and cavernous.  Except for the costuming (Paul Tazewell), little feels representative of the era.  Enough is definitely enough.  Then it’s time for “Last Dance” and sparkly fun.  I so wish Summer would have turned up the old Victrola so we could dance the night away.

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Mean Girls

Sometimes all the stars align and a show arrives on Broadway perfectly timed.  Mean Girls is one of those shows.  More importantly, this new musical also manages to be highly entertaining.  Adapted by Tina Fey from her own screenplay, there are plenty of laughs.  I have never seen her now cult classic film so I approached this material with few preconceived notions.  I left the theater certain I just saw the third Best Musical Tony nominee this year after The Band’s Visit and SpongeBob SquarePants (with Frozen and Summer yet to follow).

The familiar territory is high school, a cesspool of insecurity and bullying with a thick layer of hormonal angst.  What makes this show top drawer is a cast in which every performance excels.  Rare is the musical where this many different characters have finely executed moments in the spotlight.  That includes the interestingly cast ensemble, many of whom steal our focus now and again to great effect (Collins Conley, you know who you are).  Director and Choreographer Casey Nicholaw keeps the action moving creatively, transitioning scenes from Kenya to classroom to lunchroom to bedroom with the lightness of youth.  Who says you cannot have a person singing and dancing while tossing set pieces off-stage?  Unlike the mean girls’ motto, there are no rules here other than slickly executed Broadway professionalism combined with teenage verve.

The visual projections are also terrific and give the show a witty modern gloss; #finnross #adamyoung, impressive work here.  Social media was not a thing back in the heyday of Mean Girls, the movie.  Ms. Fey has nicely updated the story and made this element important as it would be now.  The music and lyrics are fittingly in the style of “high school musical,” with a few standout songs.  Costume Designer Gregg Barnes outfitted our bad girls memorably.  Special prop awards go to the cafeteria trays.

Now let’s praise the exceptionally well-cast actors.  Taylor Louderman is the “Apex Predator” Regina who seethes venom and sings beautifully.  Her companions are the outstanding Ashley Park (insecure Gretchen) and the simply hilarious, loved every second of her performance Kate Rockwell (the ditzy Karen).  Erika Henningsen is Cady, the new student who tries to fit in, admirably making her story arc believable and central amidst a phalanx of quirky characters.

All of the featured roles are richly played and humorous, notably by Kerry Butler (multiple bullseye characterizations) and Cheech Manohar (one of the “mathletes”).  As our part-time narrators, Greg Henson (Damian, the gay one) and Barrett Wilbert Weed (Janis, the “space dyke”) open the show with “A Cautionary Tale.”  Mean Girls delivers on its title promise but with acerbic wit and bitchy fun without being hideously cruel.

The talented Ms. Fey does not waste her opportunity to say what’s on her mind, aiming her messaging directly at the young women in the audience.  In this #metoo era, women are boldly standing up and fighting for themselves.  Wicked may still be playing a couple blocks away but the pleas for the right kind of girl power are deafeningly louder here.  I sincerely hope they can be heard amidst the enjoyable snarky pink frivolity and bountiful merchandise for sale in the lobby.

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The Metromaniacs (Red Bull Theater)

Based on a French comedy from 1738, David Ives has created another adaptation from this period.  This one was called La Metromanie written by Alexis Piron.  The title loosely translates to The Poetry Craze and was a Page Six scandal back in the day, apparently based on a public embarrassment for Voltaire.  None of this really matters though.  As noted by Mr. Ives in the program, “When my friends ask me what it’s about, I always say that The Metromaniacs is a comedy with five parts, none of them important.”  And that, my friends, is the problem.

In the spring of 1738, poetry is everywhere.  So much so that everyone speaks in rhymes.  We have a young poet, his uncle, a young woman in love with poetry, her father, a young man in love with the young woman in love with poetry, a maid and a valet.  The last two are of the randy variety.  The ballroom of this home in Paris is outfitted with fake trees as it is to be the scene of a play, a subplot here.  Meanwhile, identities are confused and, oh, it does not really matter.  We are here for the rhymes.  The problem is that The Metromaniacs is only occasionally funny.  It wraps itself in a blanket of cleverness that keeps the play from taking off.

Everyone in the show does nice work and the entire production design is quite good.  My favorite performer was Adam Green as Mondor the valet.  There is nothing particularly wrong with this production.  But in the end/I cannot bend.  The show was sort of lackluster/a positive review I cannot muster.  Excessive poetry dear friends is my consternation/from rhyming overload there will be no adoration.

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Three Small Irish Masterpieces (Irish Repertory Theatre)

During the late 19th and early 20th Centuries, the Celtic Revival bloomed in Ireland.  National activists began to incorporate historically Irish themes into contemporary art and life.  The Irish Literary Renaissance was one of the major facets of this movement.  Nobel Prize winner William Butler Yeats felt it essential to build an Irish theater with Irish actors performing Irish plays rather than imported English dramas.  Together with other playwrights, he co-founded the Irish National Theatre Society in 1903 (becoming the Abbey Theatre in 1904).  Three Small Irish Masterpieces are from this period.

Irish Rep is performing these short plays which masterfully illuminate this era.  The first piece is The Pot of Broth by Yeats (in collaboration with Lady Gregory) from 1903.  In this peasant farce, a hungry trickster scamp invades a home and convinces the gullible lady of the house that a stone will make a wonderful soup.  Mythology, folklore and the gift of storytelling  infuse all of the plays presented here.

The second play, The Rising of the Moon, is a political play which examines the uneasy relationship between England and Ireland.  Lady Gregory wrote this play in 1907.  Three Irish policemen in the service of the occupying English government put up a wanted poster for an escaped political rebel.  Capture comes with a 100 pound reward.  Down by the wharf, one of the policemen and the targeted criminal meet.  Is one’s loyalty to the overseers to whom you now report or to your native lands and its peoples?

Riders to the Sea (1904) by John Millington Synge is the third and final play.  This tragedy takes place on the remote Aran Islands where the cruel, unrelenting sea brings both livelihood and danger to the people living there.  A mother and her daughters await the fate of son Michael who is now missing.  Having lost a husband and other sons to the sea, she grieves and worries and prays.  Man’s mortality and his inevitable death are themes woven throughout this piece.

Three Small Irish Masterpieces are given an excellent staging in the small basement space of the Irish Rep.  The overall impact is satisfying: full of Irish flavor, well acted, realistic set and costume designs, and historically interesting.  Are all three plays masterpieces?  Probably not.  But these playwrights and their contribution to the history of theater makes this collection very rewarding viewing.

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Power Strip (WP Theater)

The Syrian civil war informs the fourth of five entries into this year’s Pipeline Festival.   Over five consecutive weeks, the WP Theater presents new works in varying stages of development.  Power Strip was written by Sylvia Khoury.  This piece was performed as a reading.  The producer noted that the work continues to evolve and the cast had been handed new pages up until 30 minutes before this performance.

Power Strip is set in a refugee camp in Greece in 2015.  Yasmin’s place in the center is located by a power strip on the floor.  The play opens with Yasmin collecting money from a man.  She has turned to prostitution because she needs money.  Life is hard and she and other family members are trying to escape to Germany. She meets a newcomer, Abdullah, who is looking to use the power strip to plug in his electric shaver.  Yasmin’s struggles come to life over this one hour play.  Struggles in relationships, in trying to preserve her dignity, in survival and in desperately hoping for escape and a life with her fiancé.

May Calamawy is a fine Yasmin, full of bravado and despair.  A young woman trapped in a world and a society where #metoo has no relevance.  This refugee camp is isolated.  In one interesting moment, there is a conversation about whether they would even know if war finally ended the world.  How would they find out?  The bread would no longer arrive.  Power Strip attempts to break the overwhelmingly large Syrian refugee crisis down into an intimate, heartbreaking yet hopeful story.  A nice draft of a play about a very difficult subject, focusing particularly on the plight of young women.  Eight years have now passed and sadly this humanitarian crisis remains tragic.

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The Wiz (Retrospective Series)

The retrospective series is my attempt to revisit shows that I have seen in the past.  Many of these have been video recorded and are part of the research archives in the New York Public Library.  In this initial entry, I begin with the first Broadway show I attended in middle school, The Wiz.

I have a very strong memory of The Wiz, the all black update of The Wizard of Oz.  This show won seven Tony Awards including Best Musical.  I was sitting in the last row of the balcony in July of 1975 (Playbill verified, with Ben Harney understudying Tiger Haynes’ Tony Award winning Lion).  I remember a vibrant technicolor set and a pile of entertaining songs including the breakout hit “Ease on Down the Road.”  The show ran about three years and had two brief revivals.  This videotaping occurred in April of 1993, the last Broadway outing, with both Stephanie Mills and Andre De Shields reprising their roles as Dorothy and the Wiz.  Even if Ms. Mills was in her thirties by this point, her Dorothy was a lot less naïve and edgier than the Judy Garland version.  Plus, this actress is tiny framed and was in great voice so it all seemed to work for me.

How does the Wiz look today?  First, this production ran less than a month and appeared to be a dressed down version similar to a road tour staging.  The tornado dance remains an ingenious piece of choreography.  A dancer encircles the stage with an enormously long piece of black cloth emerging from her headdress.  She creates a stage sized twister through dance and when it’s all done, Dorothy and her house have landed in Munchkinland.

Obviously, L. Frank Baum’s original story is well known.  The Wiz urbanized the characters and their dialogue, quite of bit of which is now dated.  Attapearl is the self-proclaimed feel good girl, also known as the Good Witch of the North.  How does she know that Dorothy has killed the Wicked Witch of the East?  “I’d know those tacky panty hose anywhere.”

We meet the Scarecrow first who wants brains “so I can be President and ride on Air Force One and get my picture on a food stamp.”  The lines are that big.  At least the Air Force One prediction happened fifteen years after this performance.  Our Tin Man describes how he lost all his limbs chopping trees to be asked, “Did it never occur to you to get a new axe?”  In “Mean Old Lion,” we meet our coward who is “in therapy with a high priced owl three times a week.”

Up until this point, strong character songs move this piece swiftly as the men playing the Yellow Brick Road dance them from place to place.  The highlight of Act One is the duet between Dorothy and the Lion where she encourages him to “Be A Lion.”  The song is a big, belty Broadway masterpiece.

When we get to the Emerald City, Andre De Shields gets to strut his stuff in an amazing white cape lined in sparkly green while wearing a white, bell-bottomed pant suit.  His big entrance song is “So You Wanted to Meet the Wizard.”  Ever observant, he tells Dorothy, “I can understand a girl like you wanting to go to Brazil, Mozambique, Harlem, but Kansas?”  This section is a great book scene.  It’s very funny and possibly better than the movie.  Why does the Wiz think Dorothy is up for her assigned task?  “You’re the best wicked witch killer in this country!”

The last song of Act One is the Tin Man’s beautifully introspective “What Would I Do If I Could Feel.”  Act Two opens with the monstrous Evillene bellowing to her subjects, “Don’t Nobody Bring Me No Bad News.”  Her disturbing punishment for offenders:  “hang that sucker.”  Dorothy gets hold of a water bucket resulting in “don’t tell me I’ve done it again!”  The citizens rejoice with “Can You Feel A Brand New Day,” here a song with pedestrian choreography, a Rockettes kick line and much better in memory.

When our friends return to the Emerald City, they hear the Wiz has moved:  “it has something to do with urban renewal.”  Throwaway songs like “Who Do You Think You Are?” continue to slow down a second Act which can in no way compete with the tighter first half.  And then we get to the Wiz’s sermon which is way too long.  Essentially we learn “you don’t only have to know where you’re going, you also have to know where you’re coming from.”

I recently read Isabel Wilkerson’s phenomenal book, “The Warmth of Other Suns:  The Epic Story of America’s Great Migration” which covered the period from 1915 up to when this show was originally written.  She documented the travels for many who escaped from the Jim Crow South but then encouraged their children to visit their heritage.  The Wiz nicely touched on this theme.

As a side note, in its original review, The Wall Street Journal noted that the book was undistinguished and suggested that The Wiz was “performed by blacks for blacks.”  I’ll let that quote speak for itself.

In a show filled with enjoyable ballads such as “The Feeling We Once Had” and “If You Believe,” Dorothy manages to get the greatest one for her 11:00 number.  I vividly remember seeing “Home” from the back row of the enormous Majestic Theater.  I remember the audience sort of disappearing from view and the performance grabbing me directly in a tunnel-like manner.  It was, and remains, a magical moment that solidified early on my love of live theater.  I don’t get the same level of intensity from the best in movies or television.  Perhaps it’s the immediacy of the moment.  Perhaps I’m old-fashioned.  Or perhaps it’s just a more intensely personal experience.

In retrospect, The Wiz is a bit of a period piece now.  The songs, however, are strong enough to encourage a book update and heed these lyrics from Home:  “Time be my friend.  Let me start again…”

Mlima’s Tale (Public Theater)

Sahr Ngaujah plays the title character of Mlima’s Tale.  Both actor and the elephant he plays are powerfully built, commanding presences.  Nearing half a century on Earth, he is one of those now rare big tusked bull elephants who are nearing extinction due to poachers and the ivory trade.  The best part of this tale is his journey and his spirituality.  Mr. Ngaujah’s (Fela!) performance is emotionally intense with tremendously masculine yet poetic physicality.  He is a superb Mlima.

A story of the sad, rather endless butchering of these animals for their prized giant ivory tusks is one that most people find upsetting.  Another species being slaughtered to extinction so wealthy individuals can buy carvings.  Or worse, shoot animals for fun.  So why then did we leave the theater feeling little emotional involvement?  The play was written by two-time Pulitzer Prize winner Lynn Nottage (Ruined, Sweat).  Mlima’s Tale is certainly not a bad play.  It may be just overly clinical while being informative with its moral teachings.

Three players act this tale with Mlima.  They are what you would expect:  corrupt officials, illegal poachers, art dealers, border guards and so on.  Three actors playing so many characters in relatively short scenes does not help the generic feeling of this fable.  Some of the scenery and lighting design is quite beautiful.  However, the highly choreographed scene changes with quotes projected to underscore themes are distracting.

All this leads to the three of us who attended this play feeling disappointedly disconnected at the end.  But we all loved Mlima:  the character, the awesome sound effects (Justin Hicks) and, most especially, the actor portraying him.  Yes, turning elephants into ghosts is an absolute tragedy.  Hard to recommend Mlima’s Tale though given our unanimous lack of enthusiasm.

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Afloat (WP Theater)

Over five consecutive weeks, WP Theater presents five different plays which are in varying stages of development.  The third of five entries into this year’s Pipeline Festival is a musical called Afloat.  We are in the year 2100 and climate change has rendered large parts of New York City uninhabitable.  A few young brave souls want to find a better life.  Casey (Michelle Veintimilla) promised to find her brother at Camp Green, the (voluntary?) faraway paradise promised in a brochure.  They meet, agree on a plan, steal a sailboat and begin their quest.

In the program, the authors note that most of us won’t live long enough to see the worst effects of climate change including “massive displacement of coastal populations, global droughts and famines, medieval diseases rebooted by melting permafrost…”  Afloat imagines the generation that faces this crisis.  Some humans are good, some are bad, all are struggling to cope.  The other two leads in this piece are Zeniba Britt and Max Sheldon; the three do an admirable job taking us on this dystopian adventure which, like Huckleberry Finn, is clearly commenting on entrenched attitudes.

Zoe Sarnak (music and lyrics) and Emily Kaczmarek (book) have created an interesting tale with musical influences from Hamilton, Rent and Dear Evan Hansen.  Ellie Heyman directed Afloat and nicely staged the sailing imagery on a shoe-string budget.  As a work in development, only the completed first act was presented.  The ending was dramatically very strong.  A few adjustments to storytelling and tone might help balance the slightly awkward combination of musical comedy, exciting adventure and cautionary, dark parable.  There’s a bigger show here and I hope to see it one day.

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