School Girls; or, The African Mean Girls Play (MCC Theater)

After a very successful premiere last year, MCC Theater has reprised Jocelyn Bioh’s play, School Girls; or, The African Mean Girls Play.  The title informs the premise.  At the Aburi Girls Boarding School in Ghana, Paulina (Maameyaa Boafo) is the alpha.  She has friends who tolerate her abuse to be part of her circle.  Not exactly the most unique scenario but the location choice makes the formula seem fresher.  Paulina tells Nana (Abena Mensah-Bonsu) she looks like a cow and needs to stop eating.  Paulina knows best.  She is certain that she will be selected to compete in this year’s Miss Ghana 1986 pageant as she is clearly the most beautiful girl – and delights in telling everyone within earshot.

Who will be selected to represent this school in the beauty pageant is the train that guides the plot.  The stops along the way to get to know these young ladies are the real fun.  A new girl is introduced into the mix having just moved from the United States to her father’s home country.  Will she be adopted into the clique or become a ferocious alpha herself?  The laughs are plenty in this gleeful situation comedy before things get mean.  Or should I say meaner?

Paulina wants to win badly.  All the other girls are competing but only new arrival Ericka (Joanna A. Jones) seems to have a realistic chance.  When the pageant recruiter arrives (herself a Miss Ghana 1966), the fangs emerge.  When our alpha girls finally sit down and retract their claws, there is an overlong scene which turns this play into a hokey afterschool special with dramatic revelations and personality swings which are not believable.  Thankfully, the scene ends and we get back on track.

School Girls is also about the things school age girls think about.  Boys.  Makeup.  College.  Dresses.  Friendships.  Marriage.  Peer pressure.  At the end of this exceptionally well-acted play, there is a deeper message.  Meanness also comes from the competitive nature of who is better than whom and why.  And in whose opinion?  What does beauty mean?  What actions does society wittingly or unwittingly proffer upon young females as they develop themselves for life?

Laughs are plentiful in School Girls; or, The African Mean Girls Play.  As are slights much bigger than name calling.  Those indignities that are more systemic and long lasting is where true meanness lurks.  We laugh because we recognize it.  We cringe because we recognize it.  We face it because we need to move forward generation by generation.

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Fireflies (Atlantic Theater Company)

The metaphor-stuffed play Fireflies takes place “somewhere down South, where the sky is on fire.”  In the fall of 1963, an African American married couple is wrestling with racial prejudice and many demons both externally and internally.  Charles (Khris Davis) is a famed preacher who delivers impassioned speeches written by his wife Olivia.  She hears bombs going off in her head.  The audience sees bombs going off in the sky which, at first, underscore the horrible environment in the deep South where black people are constantly being killed.  Funerals are frequent, eulogies need to be written, life is scary and uncertain.  The bombs explode throughout the play and there are many more reasons for them to go off.

Fireflies is one of those extremely topical plays in which we must face our complicated and disturbing past with a reflective lens on our present.  Unfortunately, the play is not a very good one.  The words flow unnaturally from the two characters as the metaphors are heavy handed and stop the flow of the play for a bit of speechifying.  The fireflies of the title are the souls of people in the world.  The sky is on fire.  Olivia’s mind is overwhelmed with thoughts and fears and regrets.  Donja R. Love’s play nicely touches on the time period and the perils facing this couple but the play is grossly overstuffed with plot twists.

DeWanda Wise played Olivia and her performance was very good.  I felt her emotions as she traversed her fears and all of the pain she was feeling and hiding.  Her tears were heartbreakingly real and her eyes spoke volumes about her state of mind.  Ms. Wise managed to captivate my attention throughout which helped me survive the soap opera dramatics of the plot.  Even when the story went skidding off the rails with revelation upon revelation, I felt Olivia’s pain, sorrow and regret.  Her history and the prejudices she faced and feared still need to be told and need to be heard, but in a much better play.

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Renascence (Transport Group)

In 2012, Patti Lupone opened the Broadway nightclub 54 Below with a one week engagement.  She performed her magnificent song “Meadowlark” which is justifiably famous in theatrical circles.   I had never before heard this masterpiece of exquisite, lyrical storytelling from 1976’s The Baker’s Wife, a Stephen Schwartz (Godspell, Wicked) musical which toured the country but closed out of town before reaching Broadway.  At the intermission of Renascence I was both ecstatic and overwhelmed that the first act contained – at least – two Meadowlarks in its score, one being “The Bean-Stalk.”  By the end of this gloriously creative world premiere musical, I was speechless in the best possible way.

Edna St. Vincent Millay was the first woman to receive the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1923.  In this loosely dreamlike show, we follow her from her impoverished, fatherless upbringing prior to skyrocketing to literary fame with the publication of Renascence, a poem she entered into a 1917 contest in The Lyric Year.  The prize was to be a life changing $1,000.  In order to tell this emotionally bountiful and progressively feminist story, first time composer Carmel Dean has beautifully scored the music to Vincent’s (her preferred name) poems.

Renascence is a biographical piece but key figures in her life are given the opportunity to express their feelings using Vincent’s words.  The effect is mesmerizing.  The prose is rich with imagery and the music is simply gorgeous, enhancing the dramatic storytelling and providing layers upon layers of emotional depth that never get in the way of the words themselves.  Clearly one of the best musicals of the year, Renascence is a tour de force on every level.

Jack Cummings III and book writer Dick Scanlon directed this superlative musical.  I loved everything, everything, everything I saw on stage from the entire creative team.  Jen Schriever’s spectacularly fine and nuanced lighting was particularly memorable.  I saw history illuminated from Vincent’s humble beginnings to her expansively larger than life persona.  The creative team let us fill in the visual blanks as we listened and marveled at the never ending cascade of gorgeous prose flowing from the stage at the Abrons Art Center.

Every person in this six member cast was spot on in their (often) multiple characterizations.  As Vincent, Hannah Corneau’s performance of this feisty, flawed and complex woman is astonishingly fine.  Her story arc and personal growth are always believable and clearly delineated, equally sumptuous and scrappy.  Ms. Corneau will likely be someone I see in the future and gladly boast that I saw her in Renascence.  She’s that captivating on stage.

Miraculously fine casting, however, nicely balances this show away from being simply a star vehicle.  Each cast member shines brightly and that is not simply the result of atmospheric lighting.  Vincent’s words and the relationships in her orbit are explored with a breathtaking level of emotional heft and depth.  Mikaela Bennett, Jason Gotay, Danny Harris Kornfeld, Katie Thompson and Donald Webber, Jr. manage to traverse ensemble work and then step into and out of their own riveting spotlight.

Renascence is a triumph musically and theatrically.  There were a few aggressively unimpressed through negative body language types in the audience including the woman who sat next to me and clapped lightly as if it pained her.  I felt sorry for them.  What I saw on stage can be summed up with a few lines from Renascence:  “Of wind blew up to me and thrust/Into my face a miracle/Of orchard-breath, and with the smell, –/I know not how such things can be! –/I breathed my soul back into me.”  Run to see this one.  Or better yet:  dash away/dash away/dash away all.

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Rags Parkland Sings the Songs of The Future (Ars Nova)

Traveling home, my flight was delayed more than two hours.  Thankfully the pilot told us that we had very strong tailwinds that day so the plane was expected to land faster than usual.  That was fortunate because I had a 7:00 curtain at Ars Nova to see Rags Parkland Sings the Songs of The Future.  From the plane to the monorail to the train to the cab with enough minutes to spare and grab a bevy before taking my seat.  Whew!

First performed in a 2010 concert version during Ars Nova’s ANT Fest, Andrew R. Butler’s musical is now being presented in its world premiere production.  Mr. Butler imagines a world 250 years from now.  As Rags, he informs us that he has served his time as a prison laborer on Mars and is now back on Earth performing in an undisclosed, underground location.  Both Andrew and Rags are singer songwriters.  This musical cleverly conjures a future world and the song lyrics reflect on those times.  What’s the future like?  Here it is filled with outstanding songs expressing themselves amidst a world of love and danger.

Imagine folk music played in a rathskeller where the audience is a diverse mix of humans, synthetics and constructed ones.  Through dialogue and song, Rags tells us his personal journey beginning with “Apocalypse in Tennessee.”  He is also singing songs of The Future, a band in which he was once a member.  The conceit is original, thrilling, topical and timely.  Illegals are not allowed to perform so this gathering is quite secretive.  The Ars Nova space has been ingeniously designed by Laura Jellinek to create an intimate, underground environment.

All of this would simply be creative and interesting science fiction if the music was not particularly memorable.  The tunes are a combination of folk and rock, blues and ballads utilizing a banjo, harmonica, accordion, saxophone, bass, drums and guitars.  The lyrics are poetic and deep with truly memorable, occasionally haunting storytelling that demands focused listening.  Packed with talented performers, the cast is so committed to this show there is not one second where the futuristic backdrop is winked at or abandoned.  As a result, this musical is simply out of this world terrific.

I highly recommend finding a strong tailwind and getting yourself to Ars Nova to see Rags Parkland Sings the Songs of The Future.  Mr. Butler has a great voice and quite a few things to say.  A mirror into the future and a reflection on our times.  Wholly unique and effortlessly satisfying, this new musical is a winner on any theatrical planet.

www.arsnovanyc.com

Ferdinand (Company XIV)

Subtitled “Boylesque Bullfight,” Ferdinand is an all-male ensemble piece which fuses a 1936 classic children’s tale with eroticism and “decadent panache.”  Despite being one of the largest and strongest bulls, Ferdinand has no interest in bullfighting and would rather smell flowers.  In 1938, Munro Leaf’s book sold more copies than Gone With The Wind to become the number one bestseller that year.  In the hands of Company XIV, the bulls wear horns, masks, large bull nose rings, a (little) bit of leather and heels.  The athleticism and choreography are astoundingly good.

Théâtre XIV in Brooklyn is surely the ideal setting for this burlesque extravaganza.  The setting is opulent, decadent and seemingly unearthed from a period somewhere between Moulin Rouge and Cabaret.  Drinks are available and are quite good.  The environment is elegant, sensual, comfortable and dingy with an abundance of chandeliers.  In other words, the theater is gorgeously realized for its mission.

In the second act, there is a matador.  Marcy Richardson is simply spectacular with her aerial act and operatic voice.  The entire evening is massively homoerotic so stay far away if your sensibilities will be assaulted.  For the rest of us, the sheer brilliance of the music, dance and lighting are reasons to run to this show.  Ferdinand is stylized, sexy and jaw-droppingly impressive to watch whether to ogle the bodies on display or to marvel at their exceptional physicality and movement.  Ferdinand is a very serious piece of theater, yet playful and giddy as any great burlesque should be.  I will be back for their holiday offering “Nutcracker Rouge.”

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Oklahoma! (St. Ann’s Warehouse)

When Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Oklahoma! closed in 1948, it was the longest running show in Broadway history.  Famed for its seamless melding of book, score and dance, this musical advanced forward the form.  Songs defined characters whether they were soaring ballads or comedic numbers.  I had never seen this classic musical performed professionally so I approached St. Ann’s Warehouse excited to see what was billed as a radical and darker reinterpretation.  The director Daniel Fish is the star of this version and the musical suffers from his indulgences.

Laura Jellinek’s Set Design creates a barnyard dance hall world of all wood.  The audience sits on both sides of the action observing the rather simple story of Laurey (Rebecca Naomi Jones) trying to decide which suitor she will go to a picnic with.  There’s cowboy Curly (Damon Daunno), the hero and real catch, or farmhand Jud (Patrick Vaill, intense and excellent).  For this show to bloom, there has to be more chemistry between Laurie and Curly than was on display.  He occasionally sings at the microphone which is helpful.  If you see this show, sit towards the middle.  I cannot imagine anyone on the ends of the set could clearly hear these performers.

Agnes De Mille’s dream ballet is famous for showing audiences what was in Laurey’s mind about her two suitors.  In this “radical reinterpretation” a singular dancer (Gabrielle Hamilton) wears a white shirt with “DREAM BABY DREAM” printed on it.  The dance is long and largely pointless but there are moments when it focuses on how horny the young’uns can be.  In this choreography, Laurey’s primal urges are displayed by aggressive boot scoots across the floor.  Dog owners will recognize the visual.

There are some genuinely fine moments in this show.  Mary Testa’s Aunt Eller is commanding and her booming voice needs no amplification.  The real core of this Oklahoma! was the love triangle between Ado Annie, Will Parker and Ali Hakim played by Ali Stroker, James Davis and Michael Nathanson.  Each character shined and you could feel the sexual tension of young innocent and not so innocent yearnings.  In their scenes, the show blossomed into the bright golden haze I was hoping to see.

The lights are turned off (more than once) and the book’s darker undertones are brought front and center so you cannot miss them.  Instead of creating real drama, everyone around me became distracted and bored.  No more so than the woman sitting next to me who, at the end of the dream ballet, turned to her companion and said, “I’m not clapping.”  Exiting the theater, you could sense the audience was mixed.  For every “fabulous” there was “a hot mess.”  In this Oklahoma! the ending was altered and made little sense from the story that came before.  For a show famous for its blending of story, song and dance, that’s a fatal flaw.

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Popcorn Falls

The town of Popcorn Falls has taken a turn for the worse.   The famous waterfall has gone dry due to another town upriver that has built a dam.  As a result, bankruptcy looms and the mayor is desperate.  A Town Hall meeting is planned with a promised salvation that doesn’t materialize.  Or does it?  Did I mention that this play is a comedy?  If there wasn’t a crisis and a bunch of kooky townspeople, why would we visit this breezy, lightweight, forgettable place?

Written by James Hindman, Popcorn Falls is pleasant theater but not more.  It amuses without being laugh out loud funny.  By far and away the best part of this play is that it has been written for two actors.  The audience is treated to two actors playing various lovable, wacky, intellectually challenged yet sincere characters.  Adam Heller (A Letter to Harvey Milk) and Tom Souhrada (Desperate Measures) are entertaining and earnest throughout.  The town decides the way to revive its financial fortunes is to put on a show.  This play’s mood combines a Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland “let’s do it” flair with a dollop of slightly more adult humor.

The mega-talented Tony Award winning actor Christian Borle (Something Rotten, Peter and the Starcatcher) directed Popcorn Falls.  The plot and characterizations move along efficiently and the watery dramatic climax is ingeniously and hilariously staged.  The tender, more serious moments (like the mayor’s relationship with the recently returned home waitress) feel authentic.  The laughs are not frequent enough, however, so the play comes across as a mild diversion, firmly above not good but not recommendable either.  For regional and community theaters with audiences that crave a nice, unchallenging rather old school play, Popcorn Falls allows two actors the opportunity to ham it up and have a ball.

www.popcornfalls.com

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A Lovely Sunday for Creve Coeur (La Femme Theatre)

One of Tennessee Williams’ final plays, A Lovely Sunday for Creve Coeur, was first produced in 1979, four years before he died.  This piece is rarely revived.  The relatively new company La Femme Theatre has a mission to celebrate and explore the universal female experience.  As an added bonus, one of my favorite performers, the usually hilarious and talented Kristine Nielsen (Hir, Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike) costars.

Creve Coeur is a park located in St. Louis.  The setting is a small working class apartment in 1937.  Bodey (Ms. Nielsen) shares her apartment with Dorothea (Jean Lichty), a high school civics teacher with more than a crush on the school principal.  The play opens with her waiting for a promised phone call from him.  She is classically written in the Blanche DuBois mold; fading beauty and delusional dreamer.  Every Sunday, Bodey packs a lunch to go to Creve Coeur with a not-so-subtle attempt to fix Dorothea up with her slovenly brother.

Despair, desperation and loneliness are key themes in this work.  Miss Gluck (Polly McKie) is the deeply grieving upstairs neighbor who has just lost her mother and is living alone.  The kind-hearted Bodey is consoling her with coffee and crullers every day.  Dorothea cannot deal with Miss Gluck’s depressed countenance, hysterical crying and aggressive ranting in her native German.  Dorothea’s coworker Helena (Annette O’Toole) makes a surprise visit and her haughtiness sparks conflict with Bodey’s calculated kindness and sets the tone for an exercise in verbally eviscerating combat.

A Lovely Sunday for Creve Coeur is a tragicomedy with four meaty roles for actresses to play.  The meanness of women (especially to each other) is certainly on display here but with added layers of fear, dreams, self-protection and gut instincts.  Everyone is damaged; some have more highly developed coping skills.  The performances are mixed.  Ms. Nielsen’s tragic moments are heart wrenching in their emotional availability.  Her comedic line readings are directly from the “Best of Kristine Nielsen” playbook.  Fans know what that means.  Here it occasionally registers a bit too big but admittedly this play has slow moments to fill.

Ms. Lichty and Ms. McKie nicely inhabit their very different roles despite the nuttiness of the plotlines.  Ms. O’Toole’s characterization of the highfalutin Helena seemed quite starchy for my tastes; too one dimensionally prim for all the harshness written into the role.  The play is unabashedly kooky so these actresses have to traverse massive mood swings.  Creve Coeur is a long one act piece and the tempo dragged a number of times.  Austin Pendleton directed these ladies to play the scenes fairly bluntly.  Oddly the set designer (Harry Feiner) and the director were out of synch.  Sometimes there would be eavesdropping near the imaginary door between rooms.  Other times these women directly confronted each other face to face over furniture where there had recently been an imaginary wall.

There are good reasons to see A Lovely Sunday in Creve Coeur, particularly if you enjoy Tennessee Williams.  Last spring, Classic Stage Company (with the Transport Group) mounted an outstanding version of Summer and Smoke.  His plays are rich with imperfect souls.  If you come to see this production, sit very close to the front.  Some lines were hard to hear in Row A.  I understood why people in the back were complaining on the way out.  For emotionally scarring melodrama to work, it has to be audible.

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Be More Chill

Based on a novel by Ned Vizzini, Be More Chill is about Jeremy, a high school student who is simply not cool.  The musical opens strongly with “More Than Survive,” a song which covers teenage angst with lyrics like “I feel my stomach filling up with dread.”  The direct audience for this entertaining exercise is the young adults who made this show an internet sensation after its world premiere in 2015 at the Two River Theater in Red Bank, New Jersey.  As of this writing, this sold out off-Broadway show will be transferring to Broadway in February 2019.  The material is definitely strong enough.

Be More Chill is a hybrid of the current Broadway hit Mean Girls and a science fiction young adult adventure.  The school bully Rich is played by Gerard Canonico who looks like Johnny Galecki’s younger brother and is just as funny.  Rich introduces Jeremy to SQUIP, a “super unit quantum intel processor” which can control the brain to help Jeremy learn to act cooler.  In other words, instead of being a nerd, he will “be more chill.”  Naturally things go awry.

Joe Iconis (music and lyrics) and Joe Tracz (book) wrote this show squarely toward the young adult audience.  As a result, the storytelling and, in particular, the multitude of high quality character songs clearly evoke an atmosphere.  As in Mean Girls, another nerd gets their shot to hang with the cool kids.  Thanks to the science fiction angle, the predicaments pile on the nerdy delights.  Jeremy’s friend and love interest Christine (Stephanie Tsu, excellent) expresses her inner geekiness in “I Love Play Rehearsal.”  A knockout performance by George Salazar as Jeremy’s best friend includes the show’s best song, “Michael in the Bathroom,” during the “as also seen in Mean Girls” costume party.

All of this inspired silliness is not necessarily breaking any new ground.  What Be More Chill has in abundance though is style and commitment.  Beowulf Boritt has designed a set which cleverly frames technology’s pervasiveness over this demographic.  Stephen Brackett directed this show with energy and heart, seemingly channeling the telephone singing teens from Bye Bye Birdie into the present iPhone era.  None of this would come together if our hero at the center of this story wasn’t relatable, sweet and misguided.  As Jeremy, Will Roland created a fully detailed, realistically believable character and firmly nails his memorable Act I closer, “Loser Geek Whatever.”

Who is the audience for Be More Chill?  Young adults surely even though there is a playful raunchiness that may be considered slightly offensive to some (“I’m waiting for my porno to load”).  Older theatergoers who want to see an outstanding production while embracing the youthful subject matter.  Broadway audiences?  I hope so but many of the comments I heard exiting the theater were respectful but not completely engaged (“too long” and “I’m not the target audience”).  If you know how to be more chill, grab your tickets and give this sold out phenomena a try.  Maybe you’ll learn to be cooler as a result.

www.bemorechill.com

Days to Come (Mint Theater)

Lillian Hellman’s second Broadway play was a one week flop titled Days to Come.  It followed her triumphant The Children’s Hour and was staged prior to oft-revived The Little Foxes.  In his 1936 review for the New York Times, famed critic Brooks Atkinson wrote “it is a bitter play, shot through with hatred and written with considerable heat.”  Noted for presenting lost and forgotten works, this play is getting another look at the Mint Theater Company.

Mr. Atkinson did write that this drama was “elusive” and that is certainly the case.  Days to Come is about the wealthy Rodman family in Callom, Ohio, a small town of Cleveland.  They have owned a brush factory for multiple generations.  The workers have gone on strike and the play begins with the hiring of strikebreakers.  Thugs is a proper description.  The weak leader of the clan is Andrew (Larry Bull) who clearly has marital issues with his frequently disappearing wife Julie (Janie Brookshire).

Much of the play seems centered around family dynamics which include spinster sister Cora, played with appropriate jitters and indignation by Mary Bacon.  She collects and rearranges figurines in between belittling the servants.  The family lawyer and Andrew’s lifelong friend and advisor seems to have a hand in everything.  Naturally the thugs spark some predictable drama and tensions in the town escalate.

On the side of the workers is a Leo Whalen (Roderick Hill) who earnestly advises the strikers who are led by family loyalist Thomas Firth (an excellent Chris Henry Coffey).  Back and forth we journey from the factory strike angle to the broader family drama.  The dialogue seemed forced and not quite natural.  At first I thought the uneven acting might be to blame but the play is thematically unfocused so that could be the inherent problem.  What I loved about Days to Come is that Ms. Hellman does not really take a side for or against the family or the strikers.  Everyone sort of loses here and perhaps that is why Mr. Atkinson called her play “bitter.”  I felt the inconclusive gray area to be most interesting aspect of her writing.  Otherwise, this revival is mildly thought provoking and mediocre.

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