Moon Glo & Reverie (NC State University)

2023 National Women’s Theatre Festival (Part 2)

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.

Moon Glo

Having recently admitted out loud that I’ve just finished my first play at age 61, I was keenly interested in checking out Moon Glo.  This script in development has been penned by 94 year old retired drama professor Patsy Clarke.  The adage “write what you know” rings loudly here as the characters are her current peers.

Barbara is struggling with her new situation.  After rehabilitation following a fall, she has been “put somewhere”.  She refers to the Morningside nursing home as Moon Glo.  “You can almost see but not quite”.  “You can almost take care of yourself but not quite”.  The language is evocative.

The group meets for dinner every day.  The quibbles are routine and repeated lending an ear of authenticity while also providing multiple laughs about mandarin oranges.  Serious issues such as dementia and Parkinson’s pepper these conversations.

Ms. Clarke has her character ask, “Do you think there’s any benefit talking about the mysteries of life?”  After watching this nicely performed play, the answer should be yes.  There are many people who would benefit considering how these women process past glories alongside the hard realizations of the inevitable approaching.

Extra kudos for the gorgeous monologue about Pockets the Clown and a momentary ray of sunshine from the wailing banshee.  Barbara asks “Is there something beyond this life?”  None of us know, indeed.  Because we are still living, however, we can certainly experience all of it from start to finish if we are able and choose to do so.

Reverie

From 94 years old to the bright young age of 7, this next show at WTF is an original musical by Ashley Cooper.  The definition of reverie is being pleasantly lost in one’s thoughts.  Daydreams feature prominently in this piece but there is also a palpable sense of grief and loss.

Genevieve is a smart, happy young girl.  She and two friends open the show making up a song about Summertime.  The mood is free spirited fun, filled with giggles and creative expression.  When she arrives home we learn that her father is in “a healing place”.  She misses him badly.  Her 17 year old brother Gerald spills the beans that their father is dead.

Mom was in the business of protecting her too young daughter from facing this fairly recent tragedy.  What follows is a study of the mental strain in processing an enormous emotional trauma.  Genevieve begins obsessing on the captured cell phone memories with her Dad.  The proximity to realness is heartwarming in its display of paternal love.  These imaginary escapes become an outlet with both positive and negative aspects.

The book effectively conjures a world of this age group from preadolescent worries to classroom anxieties.  Everyone seems realistic due to good performances.  Details are a major plus such as the reference to Daddy’s “cocoa slides”.  Imagery evokes a strong connection to closeknit relationships.  Even more added color would pull these emotional souls into three dimensional depth.

Reverie feels more like a play with music than a musical.  That may be because the storyline is such a serious exploration of what a tragic moment would mean to someone so very young.  I was also forced to imagine (at a much older age) what it would be like to experience Genevieve’s grief with always available text messages, photos and videos at my fingertips.  Reverie contains important dialogue about mental health and is impressively nuanced to reach a vulnerable age group.

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

No More Flowers & Californio (NC State University)

2023 National Women’s Theatre Festival (Part 1)

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.

No More Flowers

Is a flower just a flower?  “You be the judge”.  This short film presented like a Zoom interaction imagines Georgia O’Keefe’s painting studio.  Sigmund Freud pops in to psychoanalyze.  After all, he states, an artist’s neuroses can be identified in their work.

One sees sublimated sexual desire.  The other likes the color purple.  The man sees a war between the subconscious and the conscious.  Repressed desires are expressed by the fragrant illusions of female genitalia.  Having a baby takes the place of a woman’s desire for a penis.

The sparring goes back and forth.  As do the Freudian interpretations of this artist’s motivations.  My favorite observation occurs nears the end about Vincent Van Gogh.  This feels on point:  “no one suggested he was painting a series of vaginas”.  Many examples of male-dominated psychiatry (and the related tentacles of religion) lectured their theories over multiple centuries.  All of them should be held up for reevaluation is my takeaway from No More Flowers.

Californio

Christa M. Forster wrote and performs this multifaceted work which juxtaposes the development of America with her heritage.  The textures and layers are deftly woven and the result is a reckoning of the cultural richness and the complicated conundrum that is the American identity.

Ms. Forster identifies as a Mexican Irish Afro Hispanic Anglo American.  That this nomenclature is well explained is one of the many highlights in this thoughtfully organized family memoir.  A Californio is a person of mixed blood.  Her features are dominated by the Irish gene with her red hair, white skin and blue eyes.  Beneath this external layer is a history she wants seen.

Ysidora Pico de Forster is her 19th century paternal grandmother.  The tale interweaves her family histories with the merging of the races in our proverbial melting pot.  Since her heritage is filled with so many combinations she notes that “many of my people colonized by my people disappeared”.  It is a fascinating perspective from someone who recognizes that there are “millions of silent stories dwelling in our DNA”.

Song and storytelling are employed to elaborate individual family histories notably about men.  A discovery of a small red prayer book illuminates an all too familiar racial bias.  The discovery thrills her and the important persona of Ysidora quietly emerges.

This wholly original work is self-indulgent in the best possible way.  Not everyone is able to connect their children’s ancestral history back seven generations let alone paint a clear eyed portrait.  That she so effortlessly encapsulates her story while also touching on the marginalization of women and various races makes Californio feel like an essential primer for coming to terms with our collective pasts.

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

Something Rotten (Old Town Playhouse, Traverse City, MI)

“Welcome to the Renaissance” is the opening number from the inventively fun musical Something Rotten.  In under three hours there will be romance, disguises, Shakespeare adoration (and hate) along with a learned and supremely ridiculous treatise about how musicals were invented and by whom.

I caught the final weekend of this show at the Old Town Playhouse in Traverse City.  This is my first visit back since I was wholly impressed with what they did with Young Frankenstein in 2018.  I was very interested to see how this amateur theater troupe would handle such a large and wildly broad comedy.

First, some context.  I saw the Broadway show multiple times including on Opening Night.  I was a very minor angel investor in that production.  This was the first time I recall a single number (“A Musical”) blew the house away so completely it received a mid-Act standing ovation that went on and on.  It is a very meta theater song and I was curious how that would translate outside the roar of the greasepaint crowd.

That number is indeed still a showstopper if slightly muted here given the choreographic demands of this phenomenal theatrical mash up.  Many other songs hit their mark and then some.  Stephen Prechtl’s Shakespeare was less sexpot egomaniac than Christian Borle’s original Tony winning characterization.  His hairstyle and demeanor amusingly suggested a divinely better-than-thou Jesus walking on water while lamenting that it’s “Hard to Be the Bard”.

Shakespeare is the thorn in the Bottom brother’s sides.  A winning Brian Jackson (Nick Bottom) seeks out Thomas Nostradamus (Eric Ranke) to figure out how to compete against the iambic pentameter stud.  Naturally “A Musical” is the answer.  Cue the hijinks, sit back and enjoy.

Portia (Emily Anderson) is a local beauty who lives under the puritanical rule of her secret-hiding father (Steve Ford).  She loves poetry.  Brother Nigel Bottom (Olivia Novarro) writes poetry.  Is love in the air?  Absolutely.  The pairing of Ms. Anderson and Ms. Novarro was ideal.  Their scenes and songs were supreme highlights.  This particular subplot stood out for me in this incarnation more than the original.

Watching Nigel’s facial expressions made me laugh hard.  Ensemble members also had their chance to take focus away from the talented principles, with especially notable turns from Kendall Kotcher and Aaron Wright.  The joy expressed on stage by the entire cast was palpable.

Director Katie Clark kept this large cast moving swiftly through the funny and silly scenes.  The choreography from Kate Botello nicely managed a large cast on a small stage with the added bonus from the requisite and well-performed tap dancing numbers.  Heather “daMomma” Lockwood’s Set Design was spot on for the period with seemingly simple and extremely effective transitions.

Nostradamus belts out the true reason we go to see musicals.  They are a “big and shiny / Mighty fine-y, glitter, glitz, and chorus line-y /
Bob your head and shake your hiney” American invention.  A $28 ticket price compels mandatory attendance for theater (and omelette) lovers everywhere.

www.oldtownplayhouse.com

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Describe the Night (Steppenwolf Theatre, Chicago)

Very rarely do I attend theater and become agonizingly bored.  Rajiv Joseph’s play Describe the Night is one such example.  I could not recommend this to anyone.

Visiting Chicago, this seemed a sure bet.  The play won an Obie Award as Best New American Play in 2018.  I saw Mr. Joseph’s excellent Bengal Tigers at the Baghdad Zoo on Broadway.  That play was a Pulitzer Prize finalist for drama.  The reliable Steppenwolf Theatre Company was presenting the Chicago premiere.  None of that matters.  The suffering was real.

Describe the Night is a serious and ambitious work.  Tom Stoppard comes to mind with its huge scope, intellectual ambitions and dark comedic moments.  The subject matter is certainly interesting and timely.  The play spans the twentieth century from 1920 through 2010.  The plot is intentionally convoluted and aggressively overstuffed with ridiculous moments possibly meant to scream “clever”.  Maybe that’s too harsh but the shit is piled on thick.

Isaac Babel is a famous writer and one of the non-fictional people in this play.  Truth telling is frowned upon  in his native Russia.  He worked for a wire service in the 1920s and covered Russia’s invasion of Poland.  His writings lead to trouble.  This play is about many things including the persecution of dissidents who are dangerous to the state and what happens to them and their works.

Babel was accused of being a Trotskyite and a French spy.  (At one point his wife leaves him for Paris, one of a thousand subplots.)  He was executed and much of his output destroyed.  A journal did survive and winds up with a modern day Russian reporter and a car rental agent.

Along the way there are scenes containing Stalin’s purges in the 1930s, the fall of the Berlin Wall and the 2010 crash of an aircraft over Russia carrying Polish government officials.  Interspersed are comedic elements and relationship issues.

During one scene a soup is served by a caricature of an old lady.  Qureshi is enjoyed by taking out leeches from the bowl and attaching them to your fingers.  After they are engorged you place them back into the broth and eat.  That soup also sucks (couldn’t resist, sorry).

There are plenty of obvious nods to what is happening in the news right now.  Russian invasions.  Demonizing journalists.  Suppressing truths.  Targeting unhelpful narratives.  Banning books.  The subject matter was not the issue for me.  The aching dullness of having to endure a confusing and plodding marathon became my oppressor.  Unlike Babel I was free to leave.  At least that remains true, for now.

Describe the Night is running through  April 9, 2023.

www.steppenwolf.org

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I Promised Myself to Live Faster (Hell in a Handbag, Chicago)

If you are in the mood to travel the universe, dahlinks, then head (pun intended) to Chicago.  Hell in a Handbag Productions is presenting I Promised Myself to Live Faster.  This absurdist science fiction romp is an absolute blast.

Tim is a gay earthling who enters a public restroom.  The “portal” becomes his wormhole to outer space.  There is an universal battle in process for the Holy Gay Flame.  Good is represented by three nuns who are dedicated to the birthing of homosexuals.  An evil bishop from the straight (?!?!) planet Argoshaunia also enlists Tim to capture the flame.  If extinguished it will spell the end of homosexuals everywhere.  Egads!

The Chopin Downstairs Theatre is transformed into an ethereal place where marvels await.  Take a seat and soak in the environment.  This ride is hilarious, bizarre and bursting with color.  This Promise is effusively gay, sweetly warmhearted, smartly wink-wink and very, very entertaining.

Let’s start with the nuns because they are trying to keep homosexuals in the universe.  (We should not expect this piece to be mounted in Florida or Tennessee or other parochially oppressive galaxies anytime soon.)  Each of the three nuns are holy unique and brilliantly portrayed characterizations.  The homage to Magenta from Rocky Horror is spot on.  They must convince Tim to capture the flame but more important are their wisecracks.

Company Artistic Director David Cerda is the Bishop intent on wiping out all flamboyance.  One glance at his codpiece and you know thou doth protest too much.  Every single person in this ensemble is memorable even when they are simply representing the transportation vehicle moving the action to the next locale.  Director JD Caudill orchestrates this allegory with an abundance of fascinating details.  The performances are serious rather than just campy which elevates the storytelling and lunacy.

The role of Tim, however, is the critical glue required to keep this phantasmagorical excess on the straight and narrow, so to speak.  Robert Williams is absolutely perfect.  He is fully committed in his quest(s) for the flame.  His heroic portrait is stunningly effective, touchingly vulnerable and startingly believable.

Fans of Star Wars fondly remember Mos Eisley, the retched hive of scum and villainy.  That cantina was populated with aliens of all kinds from many planets.  Promise contains an intergalactic scene of otherworldly beings as well.  This one is equally if not more notorious.  No spoilers here; the visual spectacle is enthralling.

The entire creative team which assembled this giddy feast is to be commended for highly conceptual artistry on what was likely a modest budget.  Special kudos to Costume Designers Beth Laske-Miller and Rachel Sypniewski for the priceless array of sci-fi realness and ratchet drag.  The puppetry designs by Lolly Extract and Jabberwocky Marionettes are alone worth the ticket price.

I Promise Myself to Live Faster orbits on many levels.  Comedic silliness.  Individual self-discovery.  Abounding inventiveness.  Societal commentary.  Category is:  Tens Across the Board.  I laughed merrily throughout.

Hell In a Handbag’s production of I Promised Myself to Live Faster is running through April 30, 2023.  The show was created by the Pig Iron Theatre Company in 2015.

www.handbagproductions.org

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Godspell (Art4, South Bend, Indiana)

I have a long relationship with this show and, in my mind, its memorable tunes.  Back in the days when I harbored some religious beliefs, Godspell was performed quite often.  I’ve seen friends perform in it on stages and on altars.  I saw the frenetic and misguided Broadway revival in 2011.  The 2020 production at the Berkshire Theatre was the first post-Covid equity musical in America.  It made national news and was my first post-Covid show as well.

With all that baggage unloaded I decided to check out the version presented by Art 4 after having enjoyed their successful The Last Five Years in the fall. There are inevitable comparisons one makes when you see a show you know extremely well.  This experience was similar to attending the Broadway revival of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street last week.

The early productions of Godspell often mimicked the off-Broadway smash hit with the electric fence crucifixion and other trademarks.  Over time things evolved.  The plastic partitions between the performers during Covid was certainly novel (and Actor’s Equity approved).  What I especially appreciated about Director and Choreographer Mark Albin’s vision were some fresh and inventive updates to the material.

The show opens by considering the concept of truth.  Various historical figures wearing identification sashes gather.  Then Judas (Zach Wilkeson) arrives and prepares ye the way of the Lord.  Parable storytelling here was mostly effective with a notably inspired Prodigal Son.  Jesus was portrayed by Laurisa LeSure, a black woman in a nicely modulated performance filled with gentle wisdom and necessary gravitas.  The entire cast was dialed in and entertaining to watch.

Lingo is tossed in frequently by the young cast.  “Go Master, it’s your birthday”.  Trump is referred to as “you crazy comb over man”.  That logically occurred amid the “no man can serve God and money” scene.  Pictionary and Charades are employed in the storytelling.  “Occupy Library” was a funny bit as the show is housed in the South Bend Public Library’s auditorium.

The jokes continued.  When asked “do you know what the seed is?” one guessed “the stimulus package?”  Songs were nicely performed with an especially fine “Bless the Lord”.

For a fifty year old show, there’s quite a bit of seriousness acutely relevant to today’s environment.  Some lines and lyrics land hard.  “They say one thing and do another”.  “Everything they do is for show”.  “This nation, this generation shall bear the guilt of it all”.  Thankfully a solution is proffered:  “Do not be overcome by evil but overcome evil with love”.

At intermission I was considering the changes made to this show over time.  I recalled a play which blew my mind when I saw it in 2013.  Mr. Burns, a Post-Electric Play begins with a group of survivors retelling an episode of The Simpsons after a global catastrophe.  Two subsequent acts present versions passed down and revised in later years.  I won’t be around 75 years from now but Godspell will likely be.  Hopefully creative people will continue to interpret, revise and celebrate this enduring and warm hearted American musical.

Godspell concluded performances on March 26 , 2023.  Art 4’s season will include Spring Awakening in July and The Lightning Thief in November.  I saw the former’s original Broadway cast and the latter’s national tour.  Both should be worth checking out and could benefit from a different point of view.

www.art4sb.com

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The Last Five Years (Art 4, South Bend, IN)

When the music begins in Jason Robert Brown’s engrossing musical The Last Five Years, melancholy sets the mood.  Cathy’s first song contains the lyric “Jamie decided it’s time to move on… and I’m still hurting”.

Loosely based on his own divorce, Mr. Brown wrote this show which propelled the careers of Norbert Leo Butz and Sherie Rene Scott when it opened Off-Broadway in 2002.  My first encounter with this musical was the 2013 revival starring Betsy Wolfe (& Juliet) and Adam Kantor (The Band’s Visit).  I am a big fan of this piece and decided to stop in and see a small community theater production.

The company Art 4 presented this challenging work in the comfortable Leighton Auditorium within the St. Joe County Public Library.  The night was cold and snowy so the audience size was rather small.  That is a shame as the quality of the production was enormously higher than my expectations.

Interestingly, the show cast six performers in the only two roles, mixing up the performance combinations over three weekends.  The night I attended Cathy was played by Michelle Miller and Director Mark Albin was Jamie.  Both of them nailed their characterizations resulting in the emotional payoff required by the show’s end.

The Last Five Years takes place in two story arcs which alternate as the musical progresses.  Cathy’s half begins at the end of her relationship with Jamie.  At the end of the show, she is just meeting him.  Jamie’s tale starts with his meeting a “Shiska Goddess” with all of the exuberance of a love-struck youth.  The tonal shifts are abrupt and draw the listener in immediately.

Toward the middle of the show is the only time the two are fundamentally in the same time and place.  I find the structure riveting.  Most of the songs are excellent, some even feel like classics after hearing them again.  They are not simple to sing and this cast impressed not only with their vocal chops but also their focused commitment to storytelling.

A six piece orchestra, including two essential celloists, was terrific as well.  It is not often I comment on Sound Design (Engineers Todd Lemons & AJ Ridenour and Soundboard Operator Erin Joines) unless it is an issue.  Here it was noticeably fine as the balance between the two voices and the largely continuous musical were harmonious and neither overwhelmed the other.

Mr. Albin’s solid direction kept the action moving on the basic yet appropriate set design.  One minor note would be for the choreography.  When it infrequently happened, the steps felt a tad forced and not intricately wedded into the characters being played.

Ms. Miller and Mr. Albin had many memorable high points.  Jamie’s bedroom scene was particularly great and his portrayal clearly displayed the requisite aging of this flawed person.  Cathy’s audition scene was a hoot and Ms. Miller’s portrait was richly multi-dimensional.  She was never less than radiant on stage and the pleasure of hearing her sing those memorable tunes was worth far more than the modest ticket price.

This little company has announced its 2023 season which will include Godspell, Spring Awakening and The Lightning Thief, all of which I have seen before.  If this production is any indication, a visit should be on your theater schedule.  I will definitely be back.

The Last Five Years concluded performances on December 18, 2022.  The four other actors were Hannah Efsits, Myah Englebrecht, Pierre Cooks and Sean Leyes.

www.art4sb.org

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The Wetsuitman (The Cherry Artists’ Collective)

An old white man is walking his dog along the coast in Norway.  He notices a black spot “out there in the distance”.  At first he thinks it may be an oil slick.  His dog barks and goes near.  The spot is a wetsuit.  There are bones protruding from the flipper now in the dog’s teeth.  The Wetsuitman begins as a mysterious Scandinavian crime thriller.

An investigation commences.  The tone is rather clinical yet also amusingly flippant.  The characters self-knowingly refer to themselves as white middle aged Norwegians.  The inspector notices that “the fin’s lying next to the wetsuit / must have come off / can’t see the face / just a wisp of dark hair / or is it just seaweed?”

Belgian playwright Freek Mariën has based this story on actual events but is a fictionalized account.  This English translation by David McKay features sentence fragments which punctuate the uneasiness of the situation.  A medical examiner arrives.  He is described as white.  “Norway is a country made for / accidents” he informs.  The plot continues on its initial course of crime solving.

The narrative expands to another beach in another country.  Part two is announced to be “the interviews / France and the Netherlands / bunch of white folks”.  A journalist dives into their reporting by talking with a beachcomber, the police, a tourism officer, a lifeguard, a beach bar owner and others.  Perspectives are shared about these type of events.  “They wash up / from all over the channel”.  The mystery continues but has increased sizably in scope.

Layer after layer, the tale exposes the crimes.  This is not a standard issue whodunnit.  Mr. Mariën imagines who might have washed up on shore, the how’s and the why’s.  All of these white people trying to solve a case morphs into a study of race and refugees.  The play ends in Syria with a family’s conversation.  The pathway there is stunning for its twisting frames of reference and the demands placed on the audience to plunge into the often unfathomable depths of our world.

Samuel Buggeln directed a cast of five actors who play dozens of roles.  The set and costumes are simple and straightforward.  There is storytelling clarity which gently and effectively peels the onion.  The tonal layers are as varying as the characters themselves.  People who enjoy a mystery will be hooked right from the start.  Whether the solution will satisfy will depend on your perspective.  That seems to be one intent of this absorbing meditation.

As all of us continue to comprehend the gigantic tragedy unfolding in Ukraine, migration once again dominates the news cycle.   This important play urges zooming into specifics without abandoning a wider angled view.  Individual tales are the real truths.  Combining them creates a history.  Looking into that mirror is hard and necessary.  Perhaps one day we will collectively discover true compassion and evolve into something better than what we currently are.

The English language premiere of The Wetsuitman is being presented by The Cherry Arts Collective in Ithaca, New York through April 3, 2022.  The production is also being livestreamed (designed by Karen Rodriguez and Greg Levins) during the run.

www.thecherry.org

This Bitter Earth (TheaterWorks Hartford)

This Bitter Earth

Jesse tells us right from the start that “sometimes I can feel the earth move”.  Divisive issues of race, class and sexuality certainly can do that.  This Bitter Earth discusses all of them.  As you might expect, the taste can be off-putting depending on one’s views.  Playwright Harrison David Rivers serves up a slice of America within the confines of a single relationship.

Jesse meets Neil at a bar one night.  Both are very drunk and flirting gaily.  This cornerstone moment of two distinct worlds colliding will loom throughout the play.  Jesse is black and Neil is white.  That difference is obvious.  A peek under the covers shines a light on two individuals who approach their lives within our society differently.

Jesse is an aspiring writer.  He is extremely introspective.  In moments of pain, he thinks about an Essex Hempbill poem which advises taking care of your blessings and nurturing them.  That affirming positiveness is a structural backbone for this story.  We are all different in what we are good at, how we think and our approach to living life.

Neil is a happy liberal white man who has emerged from some semblance of privilege.  He is an avowed Black Lives Matter activist.  Jesse’s political apathy is a sour note to their live together harmony.  Predictable relationship tensions and recent histories will test their resolve.

There’s a good deal of simplistic hand wringing early on.  “I can’t believe you’re not bothered by what’s going on” and “helping people is not bullshit”.  The characters will reveal themselves more deeply through agreement and disagreement.  The plot is believable and deceptively straightforward.

A sharp contemplative tone emerges beginning with a monologue which recounts a New York Magazine interview Frank Rich did with Chris Rock.  A white man asking a black man about the first black President.  The moment brilliantly encapsulates the complex nature of understanding varying perspectives.

Black Lives Matter stirs up emotions in many people.  Some put signs up on their lawns.  Others post Blue Lives Matter on Facebook and Twitter.  Still others, like Jesse, proclaim that All Lives Matter.  Neil hilariously equates ALM to running through a cancer fundraiser yelling “THERE’S OTHER DISEASES TOO”.  Sharp quips like that keep this play entertaining as the layers are building.

Damian Jermaine Thompson (Jesse) and Tom Holcomb (Neil) instantaneously establish their character’s intense chemistry with each other.  The beautifully played opening scene – a happy-go-lucky courting ritual – turns haunting as the knotty problems of evolving relationships and life’s injustices come to bear.

The play’s structure is non-linear and bounces back and forth regularly and effectively.  Director David Mendizábal steers the many transitions confidently.  The ending felt abrupt and slightly confusing.  However, the river rapids and meandering creeks within this particular tale encourage confrontation with our troubled world.  This story may exist simply as a vehicle for understanding ourselves and our reactions to what is happening on stage and in our country.

Mr. Rivers challenges his audience through these two imperfect yet realistic people.  Our societal history is being written every day.  How can we see the world more similarly?  Is that a goal?  What will the future look like?  On this bitter earth “sometimes our souls need a release”.  Here is a play which seriously looks at our humanity through its current cracked mirror format.  We can see parts that work very well and so many that will require repair ahead.

Performances for This Bitter Earth continue in Hartford, CT through March 20, 2022.  Streaming begins March 7th and the quality is very good.

www.twhartford.org

Sloppy Bonnie (No Puppet Co.)

The tagline for Sloppy Bonnie is simply irresistible.  This show is billed as “a roadkill musical for the modern chick.”  Is Bonnie sloppy?  Yes indeed but perhaps not sloppy enough.  This country western musical comedy does have inspired creative flourishes amidst the cartoonish and gleefully vengeful proceedings.

Bonnie is engaged to Jedidiah who is away for the summer.  He is a pastor in training at a retreat.  When old friend Sissy comes to town, Bonnie gets the idea to visit him since he has gone dark on emails, texts and phone calls.  This “little girl” from Tennessee takes a road trip through more than the dangerous southern roads past the “Dinosaur Creation Museum.”  Her journey is a warped feminist rant as well as a self-deprecating take on an idealized American stereotype.

Dr. Rob and Chauncy kick off the musical performing their Cosmic Country Radio show.  They announce that they are here to tell a morality tale about an American woman.  How does Bonnie define herself?  “By my purchases” is the tongue-in-cheek retort.  This leads into the opening number “You Might Call Me Basic.”  My favorite line:  “And ya I still say x-presso / I’m proud of what I don’t know.”

Jesus comes along for the ride, naturally.  Jumping in the car he notes he just purchased a 44 ounce refill.  He plans to turn it into wine later.  He will, at some point, take the wheel.  It’s good to have him around as “he healeth every pothole.”  Unfortunately Jesus is not along for the entire ride and the car breaks down.  A young lady all alone with Chris and Bryan pushing her and the vehicle.  They are described as “shirtless grifter drifters with California accents.”  All of the targets swung at in this show are big.

Bonnie’s journey turns from naively dingbatish to bizarrely deadly, in a most delightful way.  The storyline, however, careens wildly hitting guardrails on both sides of the highway.  There is the welcome radio station interludes and inexplicable numerous trips to the concept of the Nativity Chicken.  That does lead to one of the weirdest yet oddly compelling song “But Not For Birds.”  Bonnie sings in her best deadpan “when I grew older I would notice/ fellas focus mostly on two parts.”  The choreography is both a ridiculous and giddy tribute to Marilyn Monroe’s Diamonds number in Gentleman Prefer Blondes.

Playwright Krista Knight and Composer Barry Brinegar have smartly packaged their show into a sketch filled road trip movie wannabe.  Leah Lowe directed Sloppy Bonnie.  This online video was recorded from a previous live performance.  What makes the streaming extra interesting is the cartoon drawings layered on to the taped performance.  The often silly material benefits from a cheeky presentation style which lightens the dark clouds which threaten throughout this musical.  The screwdriver scene has to be more enjoyable when viewed online.

Amanda Disney is amusing as Bonnie.  She sings lyrics about wanting “just one small McNugget of your love” without irony which makes the songs work for this offbeat character.  Her male sidekicks, however, get to sink their teeth into comedic hijinks in multiple roles.  Curtis Reed and James Randolph II lend a SNL-like skit feel which is often entertaining.  The idea to inflate the heads for the radio announcers was hilariously spot on.

As may be appropriate for a roadkill musical, there are some unfortunate accidents.  The plot careens around many sharp turns which are unevenly steered.  The Book of Mormon tinged ending is probably the least effective section in the show.  That said, Sloppy Bonnie may exist to be a modern feminist manifesto.  Men, you better listen up.  You try ghosting your girl and risk the consequences.  Things might just get a little sloppy.

Sloppy Bonnie was recorded in June 2021 at OZ Arts Nashville.  This world premiere musical is available online through July 15, 2021.  Select the “canned” option for streaming tickets.

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