To My Girls (Second Stage)

Idiotic fun can be had watching the uneven but nicely acted play To My Girls.  A bunch of thirty something gay friends have rented a home in Palm Springs for a weekend of revelry.  Bon mots, accusations, heavy drinking and a murder are just a few of the treats in store for those looking for a much lighter weight The Boys in the Band update.

The jokes pour in and cover the expected targets.  “On my drive I saw an armadillo that looked like Kelly Ann Conway”.  One gets upset when the “orange dipshit” is referenced.  He warns “do not say that name in the house; I didn’t pack enough sage”.

The title refers to  a toast celebrating these “girls”.  In an inspired bit of needling the gender politics of today, the cast addresses the audience and provides a “gender pronoun apology”.  They are going to refer to themselves as girls, like it or not.  Another quip follows later about being put through the “pronoun ice capades”.

Curtis is the first to arrive having made the reservation.  He promptly begins making a blender drink.  He pours a little mixer in and then an entire bottle of booze.  It’s party time!  Curtis is the “A” gay of the group; supremely gorgeous, incredibly narcissistic, extraordinarily slutty and spiraling toward the age of forty.  Que tragedie!

Jay Armstrong Johnson is excellent in a role which could be very unlikable.  In order for this play to work, the audience must see why the others love this imperfect friend.  Maulik Pancholy plays Castor, the self-deprecating one who has always pined for the beautiful boy.  One of them notes that “you two are stuck in this Edward Albee play”.  Yes this all sounds a trifle cliché but the chemistry on stage makes it work.

The heat seeking juggernaut is the character of Leo who is black and flamboyantly fun.  Light racial jokes are tossed around such as “not bottoming for white guys doesn’t make you the gay Frederick Douglass”.  Britton Smith is terrific in the role which evolves into the moral center of a play flaunting immorality as a badge of honor.

The girls go to a bar on night one and Castor brings home Omar (Noah J. Ricketts) which turns the plot into a darker yet jovial place.  Castor cannot believe Omar would be interested in him.  Others are horny.  Recriminations will fly!  Relationships will be tested!  Will there be a happy ending?

JC Lee’s script does spout some messaging meant to empower happiness, self-acceptance, forgiveness and the unshakable bonds created through shared experiences.  Then there’s the real debate about which is the best Brittany Spears album.

Snarls at pop culture icons hit the funny bone.  “I am only nervous when I watch Taylor Swift do choreography”.  A new gay dating app called “Hoopler” is for gays who like basketball.  These barbs are more effective than some of the preachy moments about virtue signaling and pointed critiques of a so-called misguided younger generation.

There is a wonderful speech near the end of the play which provides a second meaning for the title of this enjoyable comedy.  Many things have changed for the gay community since the pre-Stonewall Boys in the Band was written.  Apparently, however, many other things have not.  To My Girls certainly showcases gay men in a less closeted way.  But the skeletons are still there.  And they can be haunting.  A trusted group of friends may be the only antidote.

To My Girls is scheduled to run through April 24, 2022 at Second Stage’s Off-Broadway house, the Tony Kiser Theater.

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Suffs (The Public Theater)

“How do you fix a country that doesn’t think it is broken?”  That is one of many questions asked in the new musical Suffs.  Shania Taub penned the book, music and lyrics to this tale of the women’s suffrage movement resulting in passage of the 19th Amendment to the Constitution of the United States.

A cast of twenty women (and nonbinary) portray a multitude of historical figures in this telling.  Ms. Taub plays the central figure of Alice Paul.  She founded the National Woman’s Party (NWP) in 1916.  They were aggressively militant and picketed at the White House.  Some landed in jail, went on a hunger strike and were force fed.  This part of the show drags on.

More interesting is the right way versus wrong way dynamic between Paul and her contemporary, Carrie Chapman Catt (Jenn Colella).  She led the two million members of the National American Woman Suffage Association.  They were focused on turning the states one by one.  Ms. Paul wanted to go after a faster federal solution by not following the ways of “ineffective fossils”.

Woodrow Wilson (Grace McLean) is a jovial song and dance “man” playing the politician’s game of delay.  The journalist Ida B. Wells (an excellent Nikki M. James) who led the anti-lynching crusade in the 1890’s participates.  The popular labor lawyer Inez Milholland (Phillipa Soo) rides her famous white horse in a white cloak.  There are numerous characters to track and the book does a fairly good job of keeping the storyline clear.

The musical is nearly entirely sung through.  As a result, there are many sections which drone on.  That is partly because the show is too long and also because many songs are unmemorable.  They exist to be dialogue and it is obvious.

All of the names these women were called are used here to remind us of the harsh times.  Women were told not to “raise your voice”.  “Don’t domineer”.  “No one likes a battleaxe”.  History shows, however, that the “hoard of hysterical harpies” prevailed.

“How will we do it when it’s never been done?”  This recurring dilemma is central to the tale.  “How long must we wait for liberty?” is asked.  This particular moment more than slightly borrows from the Hamilton score which asked “Why do you write like you’re running out of time?”

Director Leigh Silverman keeps the action moving but focus is a challenge.  The big group comes in and out of the action to make points of suffrage in general and inhabit these historical figures in particular.  Perhaps if the music stopped and conversation happened the personalities would be more sharply defined.

As far as the music goes, many performers seemed to struggle with the score.  I’ve seen many of these actresses before and they are a very talented bunch.  That there were so many rough singing patches in a brand new score with its original cast was odd.

Ms. Paul has a number of sidekicks who join her in her incessant drive to get women the right to vote.  Nadia Dandashi memorably plays Doris Stevens who was the secretary of NWP.  She later wrote the 1920 book Jailed for Freedom.  Hannah Cruz’s take on Ruza Wenclawska was enjoyable.  Ally Bonino was also terrific as Lucy Burns who spent more time in prison than any other American woman suffragist.

There will be an audience for Suffs and the run at The Public is sold out.  The period is a fascinating piece of the long evolution of “equality for all” Americans.  That battle still rages on.  A great story does not make a great musical, however.  This one needs major tightening if it has big dreams of Broadway which, given the pedigree, seems a likely goal.

Performances of Suffs at The Public Theater are scheduled through May 15, 2022.

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Take Me Out

An early revelation drives the plot to the highly entertaining Take Me Out.  Richard Greenberg’s Tony Award winning play from 2003 has been revived on Broadway.  I did not see the original.  This version is exceptionally well-staged and well-acted even if the occasionally overwrought storyline stretches credibility.

Darren Lemming (Jesse Williams) is the star player of the Empires baseball team.  If the Empires are a stand in for the Yankees then Darren is a stand in for Derek Jeter.  That level of athletic superstar with massive fan appeal.  Coming out as gay while still playing (and at the highest level) is what Mr. Greenberg has dramatized.

No professional baseball player had outed himself when this play was written.  The events portrayed are an imagining of what would happen.  Darren’s close friend and teammate Kippy Sunderstorm (Patrick J. Adams) discuss the difficulties that this new information will cause in the locker room.  You do not have to imagine the tensions which may occur in the showers.  There is more than one beefcake scene so the audience experiences both a celebration of muscled physiques as well as naked awkwardness.

Relationships between these athletes drive the drama forward.  David’s childhood best friend, Davey Battle (Brandon J. Dirden) is a religious man who plays for a rival team.  The announcement fractures their longstanding bond.  Most of the other characters are underdeveloped jock clichés but all seem to be realistically inhabited in this world.  The team is diverse as are the languages spoken.

One exceptional character, however, is brought to the forefront when the Empires go into a slump.  Shane Mungitt (Michael Oberholtzer) is the relief pitcher who is called up to the big leagues and makes a huge impact.  Raised in an orphanage he is not the intellectual type.  In an interview he makes some racist and homophobic comments.  Repercussions ensue.

There is one additional character who is the antithesis of an athlete.  Mason Marzac (Jessie Tyler Ferguson) is a nebbish gay accountant who David hires after coming out.  He wants to get a handle on his finances and a possible early retirement.  Mason may be a stereotype but the character brings outside perspective on this idealized American pastime.  His falling in love with the sport as he works with his new client is a charming side story.

Scott Ellis confidently directed this revival.  The actors are all excellent.  Mr. Oberholtzer’s bad boy is revoltingly compelling.  So much so that he received sizable applause at the end of his final scene.  The teammate camaraderie between Mr. Williams and the play’s narrator Mr. Adams is thoroughly believable and nicely casual.  Mr. Ferguson’s Mason is eminently likable and appealing which keeps the play from tilting too dark.

Take Me Out confronts serious issues amidst the laughs.  In this particular period where harsh spotlights are shone on toxic masculinity, the timing of this revival makes sense.  While the play posited a scenario two decades ago, this version feels contemporary and still relevant.  When a production looks as handsome as this one (Scenic Designer David Rockwell), a visit to the ballpark is highly recommended.

Take Me Out is running at the Helen Hayes Theater through May 29, 2022.

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Paradise Square

Five Points was a 19th century neighborhood in lower Manhattan notorious for being a densely populated, disease-ridden, crime-infested slum.  In the middle of the century, the two predominant groups in residence were black people emancipated from slavery and Irish immigrants including those fleeing the potato famine.  Paradise Square is a fictionalized Broadway musical loosely connected to this history.

While tensions existed between these two disparate groups, Five Points is considered one of the earliest examples of willful racial integration in America.  Classic ills of urban destitution were rampant such as infant and child mortality, unemployment, prostitution and violent crime. The show does not completely ignore all these aspects but a more palatable vision is suggested.

The inspiration for Paradise Square seems to be an African American dance hall named Almack’s.  Here is where a fusion of Irish reels and jigs met the African shuffle.  Competitions between the styles on the streets spilled into the dance hall.  From this, tap dance was born followed later by other music hall genres.  This amalgamation is where this musical plants its flag.

Nelly O’Brien (Joaquina Kalukango) is the proprietor of a saloon left to her by her deceased father.  She is married to an Irishman named Willie (Matt Bogart) hence the Irish surname for a black woman.  Her brother is Reverend Samuel Jacob Lewis (Nathaniel Stampley) who is married to the white Annie Lewis.  In this Disneyesque world, integration has been completed.

There are many characters and storylines.  Some of the Irish men go off to fight in the Civil War.  An young man emigrates from Ireland to join Aunt Annie.  Corrupt and sleazy politicians rule the town.  A mysterious piano player needs a job.  Two slaves escape via the underground railroad.  Helpful lesbians are present.  In order to raise money, there will be a dance contest at the bar.  The material is not uninteresting but the unfocused book by three authors has no cohesive focus.  Plodding is an apt descriptor.

Jason Howland’s music is occasionally tuneful, often generic and occasionally bizarre.  One of the dance contest moments sounded like it was lifted directly from the 1970’s.  The lyrics are largely forgettable.  Ms. Kalukango has a huge 11:00 number called “Let It Burn”.  This actress knocks the song out of the park but don’t be surprised if you start singing “Let It Go” from Frozen on your way out the door.  Just substitute the word burn for go.  Paradise Square is that formulaic.

After an opening which sets time and place similarly to many musicals, a couple of songs and moments were attention grabbing.  “Camptown Races” begins an exploration of minstrel songs and the legacy of Stephen Foster.  White people stealing black culture for profit is one of the many underdeveloped sidelines here.  The next song was a nice ballad “Since the Day That I Met You”.  The saloon owner and her husband establish their bond.

The dancing is often exciting so Bill T. Jones’ choreography adds a positive element to sustain some level of interest but it becomes repetitive.  The movement often invokes stomping which I thought was intended to take our attention away from the dull songs.

The direction (Moisés Kaufman) of the whole production is flawed.  The ensemble is carted out frequently standing idly.  The set rotates in and out; around and around.  A fake baby is carried by various cast members in a number of scenes meant to suggest families I suppose.

The fatal flaw in Paradise Square is that the show is so very boring.  Act II is interminable.  The big solo at the end of the show does bring down the house but why is everyone on the stage staring at the audience for so long?  It looks idiotic and frankly distracts from the major highlight of this musical.

Many performances rise above the fray.  In addition to the leading lady, Chilina Kennedy’s spunky Annie is a tough gal treat who needs more to do in this crowded plot.  A.J. Shively is fine as the fresh faced Irish immigrant Owen.  Sidney DuPont also has good moments as Washington Henry, the slave on the run.

There is a scene in this show consisting of the sleazy politician Frederic Tiggens (John Dossett) and his “Uptown Men”.  There cannot be another moment in this theatrical season more cringeworthy that this one.  Both sidekicks act like cartoon villains with broad caricatures and imbecilic physicality.

Paradise Square is a very bad production about a fascinating slice of the grimy evolution of New York City and the American experiment in general.  After the riots (there are always riots prompting change) the African American community went uptown to Harlem and the racial integration moment passed.  At its end this musical proposes that for a brief moment in time this social phenomena was a grand utopia.  That is certainly debatable.  What’s not debatable is buying a ticket to other far, far better expensive entertainments in town.

Paradise Square is running on Broadway at the Ethel Barrymore Theatre.

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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.

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#SoSadSoSexy (The Tank)

 

Mental illness is tackled in the devised play #SoSadSoSexy.  This type of theater is the result from a collective collaboration of a performing ensemble.  An ambitious plot structure attempts to contain the myriad of concepts brought to life but this well-intentioned work needs editing.

A discussion about a nude portrait opens the play.  In this Victorian era, the crowd is incited.  The subject of the painting defiantly stares back at her gawkers.  She knows who she is and is in “no coy denial”.  How women are perceived is a major theme which courses through this dual tale.

Lucy is a woman from the Victorian period.  She paints and gets involved with a mentor.  Her relationship will eventually find her committed to an insane asylum.  Izzy is a modern day young woman who has been hospitalized after a suicide attempt.  Two distinct stories “explore the parallels between each period’s approach to mental health, gender politics, and the personal and collective identities we create”.

This double track overlaps with Izzy and her friend reading Lucy’s memoir which just so happens to be on hand.  While the subject matter may seem intensely depressing, there are many quips to keep the mood lighter than probable.  Humor is used defensively as in “Xanax o’clock, my favorite time!”  Izzy is particularly self-deprecating:  “I guess dressing as a Goth seven year old isn’t hot”.  She does want to be taken seriously.  “I don’t want to come off as some spoiled pageant brat”.

The tonal shifts can be jarring given the intention to illuminate narratives about how the mental condition of women has been considered over the centuries.  So-called groundbreaking work on hysteria from 1882 coexists with outpatient electroshock therapy.  The messaging is consistent about the physical and emotional mistreatment of these women by examining the worlds in which they inhabit.

Three authors and two contributors have crammed a lot of plot into their piece.  The play touches on too many hot button issues including race, social media, sexuality and drug abuse.  One of the flippantly light spots teaches the concept of “subbing”.  Taking medication under the tongue increases the potency.  Then the joke:  “Twice the taste in half the time for the psycho on the go!”

The shifting time periods and moods undercut the play’s clarity.  Scenes change frequently often hurting the ability to absorb a storyline.  Consequential mental health issues are both dramatized for their life and death significance as well as considered for a story in Teen Glamour magazine.  The play also has to wrap up two endings and tie them together.  It does that with last minute subplots.

#SoSadSoSexy has an interesting conceit which is overwhelmed by an excess of ideas and rapid changes in focus.  The disturbing irony, however, is unique and edgy.  Izzy’s pronouncement makes the point clear.  “I’m the first girl to publicly document her slow death on Instagram.  I’m gonna be famous”.  When this material finds its main voice (or two), the mission to analyze a serious topic will be further realized.

#SoSadSoSexy produced by Tapestry Collective is performing at Off-Off Broadway’s artistic incubator The Tank through March 26, 2022.  The show is also available for livestreaming.

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7 Minutes (HERE Arts Center)

The workers in the spectacularly realized play 7 Minutes are facing a crisis.  Their Connecticut textile factory has just been sold.  The elected representatives of their union council have been called to a meeting.  A decision awaits.

You enter the theater and seating is on all four sides of the room.  This is the employee’s break area.  You-Shin Chen’s scenic design is perfect.  This is not a cushy conference room but instead an assemblage of assorted tables and chairs.  Music intended to create a feeling of anxiety plays.  Tension lies ahead.

Ten women (including gender non-conforming folx) are clearly on edge.  Linda has been in a meeting for over three hours with “ten suits” and has not yet returned.  She is their spokesperson.  They represent two hundred people employed by this successful company.  Linda is meeting with the new owners, some of whom are foreign investors.  The number one worry is what will happen to their livelihood.

When Linda finally arrives after nearly four hours, she brings news.  Management and their lawyers have a very specific proposal.  The council has only ninety minutes to vote.  Some view the choice as a simple one; others do not.  Eavesdropping on this debate is the fabric of this play.

The council members look like a broad spectrum of the American worker, including many immigrants.  Perspectives are varied so the depth of the conversation is engrossing and complicated.  How do you approach this decision from your point of view?  From your age?  From your personal responsibilities?

Each character has a distinct and recognizable voice.  Their interactions are vividly realistic from the good natured needling to the outright accusations.  The Linda role takes the position of emcee and provocateur.  Unfolding layers of individual realities emerge.  This decision may or may not be easy.  Opposing points of view is a quandary to be solved.  Or not.

Unfettered capitalism is the target of Stefano Massini’s play as was the case in his extraordinary The Lehman Trilogy.  The council is advised to think carefully.  So is the audience.  How would you vote and why?  Your own life experience will affect how you process the for or against alternatives.  Lehman Brothers is gone now but the legacy of strife between American workers and their employers (and government) continues.

Mirroring life, these people have diverse personalities.  One with a sense of humor notes that their worst nightmare is to be locked in a factory filled with pictures of her mother made by her mother.  Others are intense and describe the current environment as a “cesspool of a world”.  The seriousness of the situation is riveting:  “we are hacking ourselves to pieces just to save our skins”.

Mei Ann Teo’s meticulous direction has a riveting “you are there” feel.  The undulating physical movement through this breakroom nicely focuses attention on each speaker.  Their frame of reference makes the discussion compelling and richly complicated.  Where this play ends is anyone’s guess.  That’s the drama on display and it is a triumphant dissection of topics quite real and, for many, urgently important.

The eleven performances are terrific.  Each of them breathes life into the patchwork quilt that is our so-called melting pot.  You listen to those who are talking and observe those who are listening and reacting.  Along the way inner truths and ideas emerge.  They are not all easily digested by them or, by extension, us.  Having doubts may be a luxury compared to food on a table or medicine for a child.  7 Minutes is a superior piece of theater firmly planted in today’s America.

7 Minutes is being presented by Waterwell in association with Working Theater through April 9, 2022 at HERE Arts Center.

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Sometime Child: a Reclamation and a Redemption

 

L-R: Walker Clermont, Liam Kyle McGowan. Photo by Jonathan Slaff.

On one side of the stage there is a tony law office with its desks, books and golf clubs.  The opposite side is a representation of a poor urban neighborhood.  Garbage litters the ground.  Stark contrasts between the “haves” and the “have nots” are on full display in the new play Sometime Child: a Reclamation and a Redemption.

John Stanley is a successful lawyer and a do-gooder.  He writes large checks for the unfortunate but steers clear of any physical contact such as attending a charity dinner.  His office straddles a sketchy part of town.  Despite his apparent wealth he parks his car a distance away to save on fees.  One evening his is mugged and beaten badly by two high school dropouts.

Clarence and Bobby are the products of severely broken homes.  Clarence is barely scraping by as a janitor in a hospital.  Bobby’s line of work “gets me lots of Benjamins”.  He is a petty thief and the boastful leader of this duo.  He seems satisfied with his life; surviving or thriving depending on the day.

Lawyer John lands in the hospital where Clarence works.  A tentative rapport begins to develop between them.  He gives Clarence the book Moby Dick to read at home.  While the selection of that Melville novel seems wildly farfetched due to its infamously complex prose, the relationship organically meshes as they bond over the novel.  The character of Queequeg becomes a catalyst for discussing race.  The evolving chemistry between the actors Stephan Morrow and the younger Walker Clermont is first-rate.

As you might expect, there is a generational divide between them besides their socioeconomic differences.  John describes his nurse (Irma Cadiz) as a “combination of Nurse Ratchett and Hot Lips Houlihan”.  It’s hard to imagine Clarence having any idea what he is talking about.  The cultural gap may be wide but the two find some common ground.  This purposeful tale progresses to one in which empathy and communication are proffered as a pathway to meaningful change.

A Teen Chorus is employed to comment on the action.  They follow the tribulations of Clarence and Bobby and demonstrate how older role models influence the community both positively and negatively.  They “read” headlines which define their world and its overwhelming challenges.  The chorus is lightly goofy and humorous.  What seems silly and ridiculous at first progresses into a charming device to keep the story from becoming heavy handed and also relatable to a younger audience.

Richard Bruce’s play is certainly commenting on our inequitable society.  What makes this story compelling is its focus on demonstrating the power of an individual’s capacity to reach across the divide.  On both sides.  There is a beautifully realized section commenting on our various English dialects that nails the point firmly.

The storyline contains interesting twists and turns which not only propel the plot forward but also provide challenging opportunities for character growth.  I saw a multi-million dollar Broadway show about race and circumstance the night before I saw Sometime Child.  This off-off Broadway production was far more emotionally engaging and clearly had a point of view.

Director Morrow (who is also the lawyer) nicely balances the tonal shifts of Mr. Bruce’s thoughtful piece.  The Greek chorus could be integrated even further into the production.  They sit on the sidelines with repetitive entrances and exits.  There are a number of set changes in which they could be employed to physically intermingle and more directly underscore the well articulated messages of this play.  All four of them were amusing, however, and Ciara Chanel Allen was a particular standout.

The story arc was effective due to excellent performances by Walker Clermont as Clarence and his two main points of contact.  His two central relationships with troubled Bobby (Liam Kyle McGowan) and the aggressively helpful John Stanley (Mr. Morrow) are soundly rendered and expand fittingly.

The opening and ending scenes are slightly clunky to kick things off and wrap them up but the goals for this philosophical narrative are clearly realized in this staging.  In a world where solutions seem impossible, Sometime Child exists to inspire and provoke.

Sometime Child: A Reclamation and a Redemption is running at the Theater for the New City through March 27, 2022.

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Flash/Frozen

A True Story from 1961

In this year of the bizarre ice skating competition at the Winter Olympics, Flash/Frozen arrives Off-Off Broadway to tell a story I did not know.  A fatal plane crash in 1961 killed the entire U.S. skating team on its way to the World Championships in Prague.

Tim Brown was a four time silver medalist at the U.S. Figure Skating Championships and also won two silvers at World’s.  In 1961 he won the bronze and qualified for the Olympic team.  He did not travel due to illness and the fourth place finisher, Doug Ramsay, boarded that fateful plane.

Lance Ringel has dramatized this tragic event through these two people.  Tim was the experienced veteran who never beat his nemesis David Jenkins, the 1960 Olympic gold medalist and a four time champ at nationals.  His bitterness is tongue-in-cheek bitchy and entertaining.

Sixteen year old Doug was the up and coming star.  He was famous for being an audience favorite.  In our modern era of Nathan Chen’s multiple quadruple jump performances, this teenager wowed with the triple jump.  He was the only skater at the 1961 U.S. competition to perform one.

The play has a pseudo-documentary structure.  A film of JFK’s inauguration on January 20, 1961 opens the show.  We hear him say that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans.  The play starts on that date and concludes less than a month later.  In that time both men tell their stories and share their dreams.

Clint Hromsco portrays Tim Brown, always the second banana.  After the crash he tells us the press was “merciless”.  He cheated death.  The unanswerable question:  “how do you get over something like that?”  His performance nicely straddles the line between unlikable and likable so he is an absorbing character.

Riley Fisher engagingly conjures up the twinkle eye sparkling newness of youth as Doug Ramsay.  There is a nice contrast written into this plot contrasting the established veteran against the future star.  We see it in sports all the time and it works well here.

The play could be enhanced with a third role.  The voiceover narration attempts to set the action and propel the dates forward.  An observer looking back at this catastrophe might add an additional level of analysis to what is essentially back and forth monologues.

The concept of “compulsory figures” is an important part of this story.  Way back when, these circular patterns counted for as much as sixty percent of the total score.  You can understand why the young jumper is bummed he placed fourth due to a disappointing result in this area.  I attended the show with someone born after ice skating dropped this element.  A narrator could also help fill in the blanks as we did after the play ended.

Wyatt Stone’s figure skating choreography is cutely clever and additive to the tale.  Flash/Frozen reminds us that chance is a part of life.  Mr. Ringel’s play easily could have been depressing but instead manages to keep the spirit of these athletes alive.  This hour long piece could further grow by adding additional spins but the story and the telling were both interesting and a tad heartbreaking.

Flash/Frozen is being performed at Theatre Row through March 20, 2022.

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Hart Island

Hart Island

Intriguing is the first word which came to mind after viewing the unusual and captivating Hart Island.  For those who take this journey the experience will linger.  The scope is as small as a wave lapping on a shoreline and as big as the gargantuan eons of Earth’s history.

Tracy Weller wrote this heady meditation about the largest mass gravesite in the world.  Since the Civil War, a million people have been buried there.  These souls were on the fringes of society; the poor, the homeless, the unclaimed.  The island itself has long existed on the periphery of society with no access allowed.  The recent COVID health crisis brought increased attention as the daily burials grew from 25 to 120 per week.

The installation is a multi-level, multimedia explosion of quiet reflection.  Images tease.  Ms. Weller portrays a narrator in a recording studio.  She is taping the voiceover to  New York Journey’s “Lifecycles and Systems:  The Seen & Unseen Islands of New York, The Natural & Unnatural Human Experience”.  Some of the material is upsetting and the Narrator has to pace herself.

Many of New York’s islands are covered along the way.  The currently named Roosevelt Island was once known for penitentiaries, asylums and hospitals before its rebranding in 1973 for residential housing.  Isolation is a theme which flows through this show both physically via the islands themselves and also amongst the lives which are touched by them directly or indirectly.

This travelogue of island history is supplemented with six individuals represented only by their initials.  They are specific and unknowable.  Each has a connection to a story which haunts them in some way.  While the recording narrative propels the show forward on one level, the individual laments practically beg for reconciliation and healing.

Another level of engagement is the one experienced when you enter the space.  Dirt runs the length of the environment and is peppered with artifacts.  Is this a dump?  An archeological dig?  A baseball, cookie tin and water pitcher lay there.  Although you may be watching a moment in time, the perspective may also be interpreted as a recorded vision of New York (and human society in general) if this show were encapsulated and revealed in the future.

The headiness of the material commands attention.  Characters intersect and separate.  Tales are told in a non-linear fashion.  The listener might fill in the blanks or may simply choose to consider the painful indifferences of a troubled human race.  Hart Island is gloomy, hopeful, mesmerizing, challenging and altogether unique.

Kristjan Thor directed this visually and mentally stimulating rumination. The tones range from darkly somber and deeply intimate to delicately confrontational and breathtakingly exasperating.  Christopher and Justin Swader’s set design is creatively evocative of the various locales but also prompts engagement.  Take the ladder down and peer into this diorama.  Hart Island demands gazing at the periphery.

That gazing is enhanced through a production design that can be dimly foreboding, intentionally obscuring or starkly illuminating.  The technical designs for lighting (Christina Tang), sound and music (Phil Carluzzo), and video and projection (Yana Biryukova) are memorably atmospheric.

All seven performances are intensely realized.  The script has them articulating words, sentences and monologues, sometimes in complex unison.  There is an element of group therapy concerning profound personal loss and a need for salvation.  Movement is deliberate as is the language spoken.  The dialogue is storytelling and utterances in equal measure.

Humans are an infinitesimal speck along the expanse of time.  Ms. Weller makes us – and herself as Narrator – look at some of our failings and summon redemption.  Rather than ignore the islands and relative isolations we create, this show asks us to look intently and deliberately at them.  As an added bonus there are many tidbits scattered throughout such as the meaning of eutrophication and the General Slocum steamship disaster.

Hart Island is presented by Mason Holdings.  Their mission is to “create intimate, experiential theatre inspired by the unseen and unheard”.  This theatrical event should be seen and heard both both for its expansive intellectual reach and its extraordinarily immersive empathy.  Discussion afterwards is ensured.

Hart Island is being performed at The Gym at Judson through April 9, 2022.

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