Poor People! (Hell in a Handbag, Chicago)

Why do so many musicals feature death and the downtrodden?  Why do these characters burst into song?  Is this how we come to terms with the less fortunate?  Hell in a Handbag Productions is back with the answers.  Poor People! is the show.  You will laugh until the revolution is won or The Groomer of the Flop’ra (Shane Roberie) gets his comeuppance, pun intended.

This parody musical is a giant send-up of Broadway.  The lead character is Li’l Orphan Arnie (Dakota Hughes).  “They” have a mean caretaker named Miss A (Sydney Genco).  She’s just one of the villains in this mash up.  The previously mentioned Groomer is a mask wearing creep with any number of sexual perversions.  Add in a conservative freak named Mama Moneybags (Brittney Brown) and the plot thickens.

The tale attended here involves time travel through a manhole.  Li’l Arnie escapes the orphanage and falls into Paris, 1815.  We are in Les Misèrables territory.  Eponine is now Epipen (Taylor Dalton).  Fantine is now Pantene (Caitlin Jackson) with significant hair issues.  Fagin (David Cerda) from Oliver! appears in a mature guise.  Even the Beggar Woman (Elizabeth Lesinski) from Sweeney Todd knows things ain’t right in this world.

Tyler Anthony Smith wrote this hilarious spoof and also plays Nance, the large breasted whore with a heart of gold (or not).  Avid musical theater fans should pounce.  Perhaps not as elegantly as Fosse Kitty (Matty Bettencourt) who meows through this life-sized cartoon in full jellicle fashion.  Maybe hellicle is a better descriptor.  Things are indeed rotten when you have no food, missing teeth, STDs, and a Pretty Rich Boy (Tommy Thurston) courting one of the most beautiful prostitutes in all of gay Paree.

Of course it’s a hard knock life.  Smith coaxes enormous fun out of the ridiculous plots, blends them with lowbrow humor and rewrites well known ditties to celebrate and offend in equal measure.  The show is scandalous, sacrilegious, sassy, silly, sexy and screamingly hilarious.  Poor People! has drag elements but that’s not the main point.  While not necessarily family friendly, this show never goes too far into the gutter.  Or, more accurately, doesn’t linger there too long.

Knowing the shows being lampooned adds to the party.  Things happen in “Oui Oui Suite”, a trio number for the villains.  Fans of Annie will recognize one of that musical’s best numbers “Easy Street” renamed and repurposed.  Three villains making dastardly plans against a freckled face orphan.  Truly afflicted theater nerds like me will completely appreciate the homage to that number’s original choreography (by Christopher Kelley).

Stephanie Shaw staged this mayhem and the lunacy is entertaining throughout.  There is a song “borrowed” from My Fair Lady which absolutely slays.  One friend commented that she witnessed the “most alarming taxidermied rodents” she had ever seen.  For a mere tuppence, you too can be alarmed.  It’s priceless.

Poor People! is being staged in the basement space of the Chopin Theatre.  I suggest a plunge down into the sewers, grab a cocktail at the bar and take a seat.  Some unfortunate souls may die of tuberculosis or face another gruesome fate but you will laugh at them, with them and very, very hard.

Poor People! has been extended and is running through June 23, 2024.  A VIP ticket will get you very close to the rodents but take the chance!  Fosse Kitty will there to protect you (or at least twirl and kick with abandon).

www.handbagproductions.org

Turret (A Red Orchid Theatre, Chicago)

Outside the Turret the air is poisonous.  Inside a jogger runs on a treadmill with  sensors attached to his head.  Is this a future world?  Grant Sabin’s cold steel set surely suggests that possibility as do the vivid technical and projection design elements.  What is inside, however, happens to be poisonous on another level entirely.

The young man’s name is Rabbit (Travis A. Knight) and he is partnered with Green (two time Oscar nominee Michael Shannon).  The hierarchy is obvious.  One is in charge, the other follows orders as trained.  Whatever war has occurred leaving this dystopian world is unclear.  They are trapped and always on the lookout.  Excursions outside must be carefully timed and planned.

Two men confined in tight quarters leads to conversation.  Green tests Rabbit’s memory.  A whiskey bottle provides some relief.  Are there others alive out there also hunkered down for survival?  What exactly is going on?  When an idea forms, the play abruptly toys with time and reality.  It’s déjà vu all over again.

Levi Holloway wrote and directed this fascinating piece of theater.  Layers will be peeled back and reveal themselves.  Those reveals are as murky as the world in which they live.  What is actually going on?  At intermission I was not sure.  At the end I was not sure.  The ride home sparked spirited conversations about the meaning of it all.

Mr. Holloway’s program note to theatergoers indicated that he started this play just after his father passed in 2020.  He finished it four years later just after his son was born.  There is a definite presence of generational pull in his dialogue.  The younger following the instruction of the elder.  Emerging independence and conflicts.  Who exactly is taking care of whom?  And how? And why?

A third character (Lawrence Grimm) emerges who seemingly resides in a different turret.  Things appear to be worse there.  Who is this person?  He’s a brooding spirit who also has a taste for whiskey.  The bizarrely fake stability of the duo’s world is shaken up as more events unfold.

Turret is a psychological thriller which contains a slow burn fuse that never goes out.  I cannot be certain that the events were intended to be science fiction or self-empowering therapy.  The set design, after all, could also be the inside of one’s mind with the cylindrical jogging chamber functioning as a symbolic cerebral cortex.  Or maybe that’s totally wrong.

What I do know is that my mind felt challenged as I puzzled through the pleasant and unpleasantness of multi-generational testosterone fueled men taking stock of one another.  I saw pride and pain.  The whiskey never too far way for healing to commence.  I have a definite opinion of what the three characters represent amidst the framework of a loosely constructed plot.  I’ll leave that interpretation in my own turret.  The joy of this journey is to experience its mysteries and come to your own conclusions.

If you have something to say, Green instructs Rabbit, it should be kind, necessary and true.  All of the performances in this play were captivating (kind).  This play is for those who can embrace non-linear storytelling (necessary).  I thought about this one for days afterward (true).

Turret might morph into movie form.  I hope its searing analytical terrors remain fully intact, confoundingly perplex and emotionally resonant.  I believe I cracked the code (password!) but not being 100% positive makes me want to take it all in again, déjà vu style, as hypothetical subject number 3689.

Turret is running at the Chopin Theatre in Chicago through June 22, 2024.

www.aredorchidtheatre.org

Death Becomes Her (Chicago)

Hit movies are turned into Broadway musicals regularly.  Some are great (The Outsiders).  Some are mildly entertaining (Back to the Future) and some are less so.  Death Becomes Her, despite this week announcing its upcoming fall opening in New York, is not quite ready for the big time.

The Meryl Streep, Goldie Hawn and Bruce Willis film was a major hit and won an Academy Award for special effects.  That imagery is what I remembered from the film.  Surprisingly some of that silly fun is captured here, most notably in a slow motion staircase tumble.  Unfortunately there are long stretches of boring in between.

Marco Pennette’s book seems to follow the movie plot and does have some terrifically bitchy zingers.  Megan Hilty and Jennifer Simard, two proven stage actresses, take up the mantel of the warring over-the-hill actress and her meek writer frenemy.  They compete for the love of plastic surgeon Ernest Menville (Christopher Sieber, another top tier musical comedy specialist).  Shenanigans ensue as the rivals battle each other until the show ends with a very flat tire.  In truth it was like watching a slow leak.

I cannot say that the score of this show is particularly memorable although Mr. Sieber clearly has the best number.  The staging of his big moment is whimsical and enchanting so it stands out.  In general, however, the show plods along under Christopher Gattelli’s lukewarm staging.  Zany is promised but seldom achieved.  You can see the strain.

It certainly does not help that the two leads wear costumes that absolutely swallow them whole.  Paul Tazewell obviously designed them to be outsized.  Unfortunately you can see the effort it takes to move in them.  This satiric black comedy needs to be screamingly over-the-top to work.  Here the jokes land sometimes and the songs even less frequently.

Why did this show need a musical version?  Perhaps the Side Show 11:00 number homage sung by the two women side by side?  I have seen both of these women kill on stage; Ms. Hilty stopping the show cold in Gentleman Prefer Blondes and Ms. Simard chewing the scenery most recently in Once Upon A One More Time.  They give it their all but the core is a bit flimsy and perhaps too concerned with storytelling rather than buffoonery.

The biggest shortfall, however, is the character of Viola Van Horn played by Michelle Williams of Destiny’s Child fame.  This is the character who promises eternal life via a magic potion.  There is absolutely no character created so any campy fun is completely extinguished by a performance which faces the audience blankly and sings as if in concert.  The discomfort of her being carried overhead by ensemble members was noticeable.  Why is this in the choreography?

There are moments here and there to enjoy.  Some ballroom dances look good but do they make sense?  Death Becomes Her may be suffering from only one person directing and choreographing the production.  If this material is going places, some rewrites and rethinks are advisable.  These three actors have the chops.  Give them even more bloody revenge (and vicious tongue lashings) to sink their teeth into.  There might then be a show which savages our all too recognizable world of distorted Botox faces and garish chipmunk cheeks.  We certainly can – and want to – laugh at that.

Death Becomes Her is playing in Chicago at the Cadillac Palace Theatre through June 2, 2024.  Broadway previews are scheduled to begin October 23rd.

www.deathbecomesher.com

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On the Twentieth Century (Blank Theatre Company, Chicago)

“Life and love and luck may be changed / Hope renewed and fate rearranged”.  That’s the promise contained in the title track of 1978’s On the Twentieth Century, a grand old school musical comedy.  I was fortunately in Chicago this past week and decided to pop in to one of my favorite shows visiting a company I had not yet seen before.

The pedigree of this show is impressive (and I wrote about it six years ago in my Retrospective Series).  Three of us headed to the Andersonville neighborhood and the welcoming venue of the Bramble Arts Loft to jump aboard this Art Deco masterpiece to “ride that mighty miracle of engineering trains”.

How would this modestly sized, non-equity theater company manage to sing this fairly difficult score with its oversized operetta-like bombast?  Happy to report that this cast was completely up to that task.  The band led by Musical Director Aaron Kaplan nicely performed the memorable train-rollicking score.

The staging occurs in a small black box theater within the Loft complex.  I was drawn to see how this behemoth of a musical could be staged on a smaller scale.  I’ve seen this show five times on Broadway (twice in its original run) and my memories of the “She’s A Nut” still rank high for its jaw-dropping set design.

The good news is that the enterprising Blank Theatre Company makes a case for downsizing this farce and allowing the madcap hijinks to shine up close and personal.  Using suitcases and trunks set the tone and framed the location nicely.  Movable chairs here and there were the other major props (although a few more would be welcome).

Since one of us was a newbie to 20th Century (and two were musical theater actors), we had some lively discussion during intermission and afterwards.  Given the minimalist staging by Director Danny Kapinos, could the story be understood?

The answer is not always.  An example is the duet between Lily Garland’s (Karilyn Veres) two self-absorbed suitors Oscar Jaffe (Maxwell J DeTogne) and Bruce Granit (Christopher Johnson).  They are singing “Mine” in competition with each other in adjoining drawing rooms on the train.  There is no way to clearly see that in this “buddy song” presentation.  The side by side train rooms “A” and “B” are not delineated strongly enough and the song loses  bit of its witty bite when less aggressively competitive.

In addition to the occasionally hazy locales, the show hurtles through its plot at breakneck speed.  That is understandable given the storyline lunacy.  All three of us felt the show could slow down a minute here and there to breathe and let the comedic shenanigans sink in even further.  Movement on stage, especially down front, was a bit hectic.  “Babette” was far too rushed to land its “gin is never strong enough” asides.

Our unanimously favorite performance was by Nick Arceo as Oliver Webb, one of Oscar Jaffe’s alcoholic henchmen.  Alicia Berneche had a blast stopping the show in her character’s “Repent” classic.  Everyone had their moments, however, and the ensemble in particular worked as if three times their number.

Now for the great news.  A top ticket price of $35 guarantees exceptional value.  Here is a chance to pop into one of the last American book musicals of the era prior to the British invasion of kicking felines and falling chandeliers.  For my money On the Twentieth Century is a luxury liner train ride worth taking.  The ambitious Blank Theatre Company makes a good case for a smaller scale interpretation in this most intimate setting.

All aboard!  On the Twentieth Century is running through June 9, 2024.

www.blanktheatrecompany.org

www.brambletheatre.org/arts-loft

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The Edgar Allan Poe Speakeasy (South Bend, IN)

A macabre evening is promised featuring works from the master of of the genre.  The Edgar Allan Poe Speakeasy is a “chilling cocktail experience” dedicated to celebrating his style and literary works.  This interesting entertainment is currently traveling the United States visiting many cities.  I happened to catch this one during a weekend of performances in South Bend.

The show consists of a little Poe history care of an emcee.  Two actors also perform four pieces: The Tell-Tale Heart, The Raven, Masque of the Red Death and The Black Cat.  Each segment is paired with a cocktail.  Hence the Nevermore beverage denoted by “quoth the raven, drink some more”.  The cocktails were surprisingly decent and nicely varied.

The overall concept is  good one.  Experiencing these short stories as interpretive monologues with appropriate mood settings is a easy way to reconnect with these famous stories.  The performers here were giving their all, sometimes leaning on excessive emoting which can be fun but also suggests an acting competition gone bloody mad.

There is a definitely a built in audience for this.  I caught the final show of a three day weekend schedule.  My tickets were for the 10:00 pm frightfest and the ghouls were out.  Quite a few fans were dripping in gothic inspired garb.  This was the third show of the night and all of them seemed to be sold out (about 300 or so guests).

I enjoyed the Tell-Tale Heart and Black Cat best of all.  The venue here was generic church rent-a-space but it still worked well enough.  Imagine a real speakeasy environment, even better staging and some crisp direction.  This widely appealing idea could become a great diversion for a enticingly themed, grim and grisly night out.

I am certainly moving my unread copy of The Complete Tales of Edgar Allan Poe to the front of my summer reading list.  He is just so creepy and good, dismemberments and all.

Tickets are being sold for The Edgar Allan Poe Speakeasy through June 14, 2024 in many cities around the US.

www.edgarallanpoebar.com

Diva Royale (Purple Rose Theatre, Chelsea, MI)

A birthday present turned into an outing for a group of friends one Sunday afternoon.  The location picked was near Ann Arbor, Michigan.  The play selected was Diva Royale.  The experience was divine.

Film, television and theater star Jeff Daniels founded the Purple Rose Theatre Company and has written twenty plays which have premiered here.  He has been nominated for three Tony Awards as Best Actor.  I am fortunate to have seen all of them:  God of Carnage, Blackbird and To Kill A Mockingbird.  Having created this local theater company with his impressive credentials is a blessing in a world where theater struggles to compete for your entertainment dollar and time.

This production of Diva Royale is actually a revival of a previously successful run.  Mr. Daniels wrote and directed this imbecilic concoction of frivolous madcap fun.  Laughter erupted frequently from this audience.  Truth be told, the Sunday matinee crowd skewed elderly (and I’m no spring chicken).  We sat in the round so viewing other faces was part of the joy.  At first the idiotically silly and relatively tame innuendo humor seemed to shock and offend a few sitting close by.  Even they, however, had to give in to the power of an iceberg which still haunts our collective minds today.

The plot imagines a gang of three married midwestern housewives with children who bond not only about their similar life experiences but also about their frightening obsession with the movie Titanic.  They inform hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of viewings.  Yes, that is scary and, yes, that is funny.

Celine Dion, the ballad queen of the movie’s soundtrack, is performing a concert in New York City and these ladies hatch a plan to adore her in person.  Hijinks ensue of course as these “nice” moms confront the Big Apple.  A mystery over one missing cellphone may be solved (or not) through an inspired blast of creativity.  The audience roared.

The best parts of the play are the little asides about their lives with certain details (the underarm trap) bordering on unforgettable.  In addition to the three travelers, there is a character named Generic Man.  In the performance we caught, Connor Allston nailed every single character variation he was asked to play including Jack Dawson, the Leonardo DiCaprio role from the film.  Generic Man is a great part and the direction and costuming was purposefully simple and wholly effective.

Caitlin Cavannaugh, Meghan VanArsdalen and Caitlin Burt embodied the Celine Dion obsessed gal pals with Ms. VanArsdalen hilariously imagining herself as the heroine Rose.  Each actress had their moments as the plot careened from self-involved oversharing to surviving the onslaught.  By that I do not only mean Ms. Dion’s bombastic vocals but also the mean streets of the big city.  This being a full throttle comedy, a happy ending is assured.

I continue to be amazed at the impact Celine and this film have had on a generation.  The theater has been paying tribute for years now.  There is the side-plot character of Dionne Salon, a Canadian pop star, in the extraordinary and woefully underproduced musical Bedbugs!!!  The colossal hit Titanique opened off-Broadway in 2022 and remains floating.

Along with Diva Royale, these homages embrace Ms. Dion’s over-the-top sensibility.  They mock her mercilessly but there is ample evidence that such abuse is good-natured and filled with love.  As Mr. Daniels notes:  “Funny transcends politics, polarization and fear of the future”.  Throw in a diva whose heart will go on and you will have a memorably daffy time escaping our current American reality of another looming iceberg.

Diva Royale recently completed its run at the Purple Rose Theatre.  Next up is the world premiere of The Antichrist Cometh beginning March 22, 2024.

www.purplerosetheatre.org

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Dance Theatre of Harlem (Notre Dame, IN)

Last weekend I had the opportunity to catch the Dance Theatre of Harlem perform at the University of Notre Dame’s DeBartolo Performing Arts Center.  The troupe did two performances that day and I was thrilled to see that the evening one was a sellout.

There were three segments in this program.  The first was a medley of Stevie Wonder hits titled “Higher Ground”.  The messaging in the lyrics resonated strong emotions to match the dancing imagery.  The first song demanded the audience “Look Around” and “you’ll see human history”.  The next song chosen was written in 1974 and feels still relevant today.  These lyrics are potent:

But we are sick and tired of hearing your songTellin’ how you are gonna change right from wrong‘Cause if you really want to hear our viewsYou haven’t done nothin’

The choreography is a mix of classical ballet and diverse dance disciplines so their style is modern and interesting.  As the show progressed there was a notable lack of cohesion in group numbers particularly in the title song which closed this segment.  When the soloists hit the stage in “Heaven is Ten Zillion Light Years Away” everything improved dramatically.

From that point the first segment continued improving.  “Village Ghetto Land” included a broken glass is everywhere ballet.  “Saturn” featured a sweet duet with stimulating lifts and jumps while the words conveyed “people don’t even know what they’re dying for”.  This tune from Mr. Wonders’ classic Songs In the Key of Life album had a ripped from yesterday’s headlines moment declaiming “We can’t trust you when you take a stand / With a gun and bible in your hand”.

A video opened the second section which gave context to the next dance.  Hazel Scott was a Trinidadian jazz and classical pianist who had her own television show in 1950.  She was the first black American to do so.  I had never heard of her as some of the artistic directors of the troupe also noted.  She was famous for being able to play two pianos at one time using two hands.

Ms. Scott was an outspoken critic of segregation and racial discrimination.  Of course she had to testify at the McCarthy era’s House of Un-American Activities Committee.  Her weekly show was cancelled one week later and she was essentially erased from what the video described as Beyoncé level famous.

As mentally engaged as I was after this introduction, the choreography honoring this woman was underwhelming.  The progression took us from her “Trinidad” beginnings to a lacking passion “Harlem” followed by “Hazel Herself”. This particular song especially perplexed as the fast almost staccato like piano seem to have no connection to the movement of the dancer.  A few more numbers followed in this recently premiered piece.

Thankfully the final section was a triumph and, not incidentally, showcased more dancers in solo pieces.  “Black Works IV (The Barre Project)” by William Forsythe was an exuberant piece with an electronic composition by James Blake that was evocative, moody and nicely atonal.  The choreography here was remarkable both for the ability of these dancers to count the complicated time structure as well as show off their excellent skills.

While the program as a whole was a mixed bag there was much to digest making the evening an emotional success.  “We cannot advocate for people in other lands what we don’t have here”.  Only those with blinders on cannot empathize with those words from “What America Means to Me”.

The Dance Theatre of Harlem is touring through May in various locations in celebration of its 55th anniversary season.

www.dancetheatreofharlem.org

www.perfomingarts.nd.edu

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.

www.theaterwit.org

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Islander (Chicago Shakespeare Theater)

Islander (Chicago Shakespeare Theater)

A perfectly sized theater houses the intimate and unique musical Islander.  Fifteen year old Eilidh is the youngest inhabitant of Kinnan, a small island near Scotland.  She lives with her Gran, the oldest person there.  Many residents have left to find better futures on the mainland.  The plot loosely considers the question of whether to stay or go and become a “biglander”.

Originally conceived by Amy Draper and a big hit at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, Stewart Melton’s creative book playfully meanders through a series of vignettes.  “There is a Whale” announces the first thing to appear on the beach and set the plot in motion.

This piece combines Scottish folklore with heart-stirring fairy tale.  The musical opens with the song “The Splitting of the Island” which reflects the divide between those who will stay on the land and the others who will turn to the sea.  This being folk tradition, the characters are not only human but also selkies and merpeople.  A whimsical enchantment hangs in the air above the very ordinary problems faced by this maturing young woman and those surrounding her.

The nicely tuneful music and lyrics are written by Finn Anderson.  They are moody and atmospheric rather than typical show tunes.  What makes them extraordinarily interesting is the use of electronic looping.  The two actresses who portray more than two dozen characters are not simply the vocalizers.  They are also the operators of the technology which layers singing, clapping and breathing on top of each other.  The audience watches the magic unfold amidst the storytelling.

Stephanie MacGaraidh and Sylvie Stenson were the performers I saw (the roles alternate with two other women every other night).  Ms. Stenson’s main job is to guide Eilidh through her growth and decision making.  Ms. MacGaraidh shines in many roles, notably as Gran.  For those who have seen the television show Cunk on Earth, she reminded me of that host.  Without ever leaving the stage, both excel at switching personas and locales in Eve Nicol’s effective staging.

The technical elements in support of this show are simple yet complex.  Emma Bailey’s scenery showcases an island, its claustrophobia and hints at its edge-of-the-world inhospitableness.  The lighting design by Simon Wilkinson is stunning for its simplicity and variety.

Sound Designer Sam Kusnetz makes Islander an unique theatrical experience by allowing the inputs of speech, song, sound effects and island enhancements wash over the listener.  That we experience this aural feast while watching everything as it is happening is an absolute treat.

The government has offered to resettle the residents of this island.  That is the device which may forever alter Kinnan.  To be an Islander or not is the universal question.  To experience Islanders is the imperative.  This show is truly unique, wholly absorbing, often funny, dramatically realistic and, like a great day at the beach, softly soothing as the waves crash against the shoreline.

Islanders is running at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater through December 17, 2023.

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We Can Do It & Silent Reflections (NC State University)

2023 National Women’s Theatre Festival (Part 3)

The mission of the National Women’s Theatre Festival is to create, produce, and promote extraordinary theatre by women and artists of all underrepresented genders with the ultimate goal of 100% parity in the US theatre industry. They gather artists from North Carolina and across the nation at their annual festival, helping to create a pipeline of extraordinary talent that will revolutionize theatre as we know it.

We Can Do It!

My Aunt Ronnie talked joyfully about her experiences during World War II as a Rosie the Riveter.  The men went off to fight and women were called up to keep industries in motion.  This short and thematically tight musical is about Daphna, a grandmother who had a similar story.

Daphna’s world was “cook, clean, hang it on the line” as described in the opening song.  “Sweep the porch, hear the radio / Hold the baby, this is all we know”.  Lyrics are focused and biting such as “I see the way he smiles at me / that’s my fame”.  The war arrived and this world abruptly changed.

Instead of finding “a recipe to be a perfect wife” women picked up the torch and put “this pyrotechnic beauty in my hand”.  Vividly written and confidently performed, this production beautifully chronicles this period with positivity, celebrates the trailblazing efforts and poignantly underscores the difficulties women still face today balancing career and family.

A virtual chorus of women on a projected screen supplement the tuneful guitar melodies.  There are no lulls and the food for thought is plentiful with not a hint of bitterness.  That does not mean the heartaches are avoided.  Kenady Sean’s storytelling is too honest to let that happen.

Emotions about having a baby and simultaneously having a life are addressed head on.  “Something’s Gotta Give” puts an exclamation point on that conundrum.  1941 sure did plant a seed.  My Aunt Ronnie dutifully went back to housekeeping after the war.  Others since have carved a different path.

We Can Do It! is a heartfelt acknowledgement of the trailblazers and a reminder that the important rights to choose remain complicated and very important.

Silent Reflections: A Clown-Noir Cabaret

“When I have a brand new hairdo” is a lyric from the song “I Enjoy Being a Girl”.  This wry beginning perfectly sets the stage for a structurally interesting performance using a riff on the medium of silent movies.  A series of wildly diverse stylizations are employed to make us reflect on women’s stereotypes.

Each segment has a subtitle.  The targets speak for themselves.  “Every Woman for Herself” imagines battling followed by bro-like chest bumps.  Seated stop motion choreography while a clock ticks fill “Habitual Body Monitoring” until the bell literally tolls.  A very dark cloud pointedly challenges the fairy tale notion that “Someday My Prince Will Come”.

“A Gentleman’s Interlude” amusingly skewers toxic masculinity and society’s overwrought calcification of what “a real man looks like”.  Some of the moments are funny, some are meant to provoke while others are just perplexing.  A section on baby rearing shows a jumble of phrases which are universally tossed around like “trust your instincts” and “do not vaccinate!”

A ranting song/poem/manifesto is called “Three Voices Speaking”.  A list of everyday tools are repeated to dramatic effect.  Cold creams, tweezers, wax, diffusers, crow’s feet, cellulite and body glitter are some examples cited.  The mood darkens as women are urged to “squeeze it” and “sculpt it”.  Then the zinger cuts deeply.  “Blood clots and heat strokes… but your man will give you thanks”.

Silent Reflections holds a mirror to female insecurities, to societal pressures, to improbable expectations and to the damages that all creates.  This live action silent film format nicely packages a mix of ideas.  I did enjoy and “get” some scenes more than others.  At the end, staring into their mirrors, I am certain these three women concluded that they did indeed do everything they wanted to do.

The 8th Annual WTF is running from June 22 through July 1, 2023 at North Carolina State University’s Frank Thompson Hall.  Many performances are available online via livestream or prerecorded video.

www.womenstheatrefestival.com