Boogieban

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is the mental health condition explored in DC Fidler’s play Boogieban.  Lieutenant Colonel Lawrence Caplan is a veteran of the Vietnam War.  He now works for the military evaluating soldiers and their emotional fitness.  Specialist Jason Wynsky is his newest charge, a man recently returned from Afghanistan.  This two character play sets up a stimulating juxtaposition of the experience of war and its impact on men from different eras.

Caplan is just one week from retirement.  Boxes are beginning to be filled with his books.  His wife is nagging him on the phone to come home and go sailing.  Wynsky is going to be his last patient.  Their meetings will proceed from vaguely innocuous (and sometimes snarky) chatter to a deeply riveting meditation on what our brave soldiers have and continue to endure.

This playwright has over four decades of clinical psychiatry and psychology expertise.  The story is definitely written to be therapeutically redemptive for those individuals and their families who may have endured similar scarring journeys.  “We know how to send our young to war.  We know to welcome them back with parades, garlands and trumpets.  We have never known how to bring home their hearts and souls.”

David Peacock portrays the older Caplan.  Wiser from age and experience, he understands the military is where “mature farts exploit immature farts.”  Living and breathing a call to serve, his son followed in his footsteps and died.  The American flag box sits prominently on a shelf.  Caplan is the stiff-upper lip type but tinged with the weariness of a man who has seen enough suffering in this lifetime.  He heals others while still quietly healing himself.

Specialist Wynsky is played by Travis Teffner.  There is a casualness to this  performance that is endearingly relaxed and original.  The role could easily be hard-nosed, defensive and off-putting, especially at first.  The character is not an amalgam of PTSD stories previously chronicled elsewhere.  Instead, this unique individual is filled with his own interesting, personalized details (such as the T-Rex).

As you would expect, Wynsky’s protective emotional battle armor will eventually reveal a complicated core.  His troubled mother gave birth to her son at the age of fourteen but abandoned him to be raised by his grandmother.  The structure of the army as a way out and forward is clear.

Over the course of nearly two hours, Boogieban will alternate between the evaluation sessions and ruminations from the elder Caplan.  There are multiple sections which do seem long and meandering.  The payoff in the last thirty minutes, however, is worth the investment.  What are this young soldiers nightmares all about?  Director Sean Derry guided a powerful finale filled with heightened dramatic tension which hits hard and then sustains its compelling focus.

There is a convenient coincidence introduced near the end of the play which feels forced and unnecessary in order to have both men provide solace to each other.  However, the multi-generational framework and the ability to think about right and wrong with the wisdom of experience hits the mark and is effective.  This play has a soul.

DC Fidler’s Boogieban does contain some broad commentary about the long-lasting damage inflicted upon our American troops.  Since we are a country always at war now, his heartfelt plea for greater understanding, empathy and treatment is critically important.  If this play can provide a beacon for healing to anyone in need, then this important mission will have been accomplished.

Boogieban is being presented by none too fragile theatre based in Akron, Ohio at the 13th Street Repertory Theatre through September 29th.

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Midsummer: A Banquet

Immersive, site specific theater is flourishing in New York City.  One of the most accomplished troupes is Third Rail Projects.  Co-produced with Food of Love Productions, this newest entry is an attempt to bring Shakespeare and dinner theater to Manhattan.  Midsummer: A Banquet presents the Bard’s play while serving a multi-course meal and drinks for purchase.

My first encounter with Third Rail Projects was Then She Fell back in 2012.  That phantasmagoria of Alice in Wonderland and its author Lewis Carroll is still running and worth seeking out.  Subsequently I caught The Grand Paradise and Ghost Light which were both interesting, site specific tours in highly imaginative environments.

Café Fae is the location for this experience.  This theater is the former Union Square home and studio of celebrated expressionist painter Willem de Kooning.  The room has interesting old features.  Tables are set up to suggest a bistro environment.  The cast is flitting about chatting with guests and playing music.  The audience is nibbling on tasty crudités and accompanying dips while sipping wine and eagerly anticipating the show.

Zach Morris and Victoria Rae Sook have adapted A Midsummer Night’s Dream for a cast of eight.  Mr. Morris also directed and choreographed this production.  The storytelling is clear and efficient.  This comedic tale concerns events surrounding the impending marriage of Theseus, Duke of Athens, to Hippolyta, the former Queen of the Amazons.  The intimate dinner theater idea feels like a smart and natural choice to revisit this comedy.

When the play begins, there is hardly any change to the lighting in the room.  The setting never visually transports the audience to a magical forest filled with faeries up to no good.  Courses of diminishing quality are served by the cast in a clunky manner during the presentation.  The food distribution is uneven and sparkling wine for a toast is roughly poured into barely half-full glasses.  (Partially empty bottles are quickly whisked away.)  Everything comes across as awkwardly rushed service rather than an incorporation into the action.  With a $200 top ticket price, promised refreshments and a producer named “Food of Love,” the dining execution is subpar.

The first act dragged on for me and I was bored.  Thankfully, the second half was far stronger and the farcical elements of the plot were well-handled by an accomplished group of actors.  The four young Athenian lovers are amusingly played by Caroline Amos (Hermia), Joshua Gonzales (Demetrius), Alex J. Gould (Lysander) and Adrienne Paquin (Helena).  When the faeries (simply represented by lit Mason jars) bewitch them, the strongly staged chaos of realigned amorous yearnings is a smile-inducing delight.

Co-adapter Adrienne Rae Sook portrays both Titania and Hippolyta.  Her partner is Ryan Wuestewald as Oberon and Theseus.  Both deliver the required cunning performances.  The star of this show, however, is unquestionably Charles Osborne.  He deliciously overplays the pompous and self-adoring Bottom, the hammy actor who is part of the group preparing to perform a play during the wedding ceremonies.

The play within the play is finally performed for the newly married couple and the silliness is inspired.  Midsummer: A Banquet is a evening spent with talented performers who are having some fun.  In the view from my seat, the investment is too high for the intermittent rewards.

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The African Queen (Glen Arbor Players, MI)

We noticed a small colored poster plastered on a bulletin board while standing in line to checkout at the single supermarket in town.  The African Queen was going to be presented at Glen Lake Church during the week we were visiting this beautiful area of “up north” Michigan.  Was this going to be a showing of the famous movie over four nights?  The poster hinted otherwise with the co-director credits.

The price of admission was free with refreshments provided.  Donations appreciated.  We circulated the idea of attending this very off-off-off-off Broadway event and friends began to get very excited.  It turns out that they are rabid fans of Waiting For Guffman.  That 1996 mockumentary film by Christopher Guest and Eugene Levy spoofed a community theater and its quirky amateur performers.

Given this blog, my monthly podcast and those reviews I have written for other online sites, the anticipation escalated.  The group hilariously postured that I was the Guffman character, a critic from New York planning to review a local community theater production.  We arrived at the church and were warmly greeted.  The audience totaled a dozen people.  We were four of them.

The African Queen is based on the 1951 movie and was performed as a staged reading in two acts with fourteen scenes.  With scripts in hand, the movie is reenacted with four roles.  Rapids were traversed and bullets flew as the adventure unfolded.  The entire play felt a bit long to be honest.  The material is so visual that it is quite difficult to conjure up all the imagery needed to effectively dramatize this adventure.  Some scenes probably should have been shortened and others sped up.  Janet Stilpicevich was very good as the narrator and could certainly have been utilized to provide more descriptive color.

Like nearly all theatrical endeavors, there are positive aspects of this production to celebrate.  First is the set design.  The African Queen was an outline of PVC pipes with a black barrel and painted smokestack placed in the center of the deck.  The ship filled the entire stage and was a believable rendition of the boat assembled with little money and winning creativity.

My second call out is for the sound design by lead actor Ron Smith.  This play utilizes sound effects from the movie frequently throughout the performance.  Water rushing, bullets flying and the musical soundtrack are heard.  I have to say that I was impressed by how accurately that was incorporated into the play.  The timing was spot on.  I’ve seen plenty of shows with much greater budgets and significantly higher ticket prices not achieve this level of accuracy.

Last but not least are the actors playing Charlie Allnut and Rose Sayre.  Kathering Hepburn famously played Rose and Janice Ross showed us some of her prickliness.  An early scene in Act II where the two were arguing was the best one of the show.

Humphrey Bogart won an Oscar for portraying Mr. Allnut.  Ron Smith was quite entertaining as this larger than life character.  The drinking scene that ends with him passing out on the deck was a high point.  Slightly older actors take a few extra seconds to collapse into a drunken slumber.  The slow motion effect was very fun indeed.

The two leads were also the co-directors of this play.  At the beginning of the performance, Mr. Smith explained that his cousin suggested The African Queen for their next production.  Both were life-long vacationers to this picturesque locale of natural beauty.  His cousin is now suffering from Parkinson’s Disease along with serious dementia.  The moment was touching and nicely expressed the feeling of community that this small troupe works hard to nuture.

One friend was chatting with a woman at the reception table who told us she will be directing a show later this year.  He volunteered to try out and received an email the next day about auditions for the October run of The Long, Hot September.  Whether he will summon the nerve and put on the greasepaint remains to be seen.  (He did say privately, however, that he will not do any nude scenes.)  The Glen Arbor Players are a community theater creating their own brand of magic in a very small town.  Guffman was happy to make an appearance and support their mission.

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Sea Level Rise: A Dystopian Comedy

The music from 2001: A Space Odyssey opens Sea Level Rise: A Dystopian Comedy.  Set in a future South Florida, this play considers a world where the ocean has risen two feet.  The low lying town of Sweetwater is feeling the pain.  Maria (Rebecca Smith) is on her cellphone trying to get help.  Her septic tank is no longer buried and is broken.  The situation is dire.  She declares “my Dad’s shit is pouring out of the ground.”

Henry Feldman’s play was selected as part of this summer’s Broadway Bound Theatre Festival.  Each selection is staged for three performances on an off-Broadway stage.  Climate change is certainly a ripe, topical target for an absurdist tale.  How will people adapt to a watery world?

In the future, Siri will be far more involved in your life than today.  You will ask Siri questions but she will also listen in on your conversations.  Maria hears that she must wait two months for a service appointment for her septic.  Siri’s been monitoring other calls so Maria knows that’s the standard wait time.  Then the witty punchline lands.  Has Apple programmed water coolers where all the Siri’s hang out and gossip?

The tone throughout this play is playful jabs at all of us who are ignoring the ominous signs for the future “so we can drive our big ass SUV’s today.”  Maria lives at home with her father (William Shuman).  He is walking outside barefoot since he “likes squishy.”  When the health inspector arrives, Maria learns that she and her father have to evacuate their home until the repairs are made.

Daughter Ana (Ria Nez) is a lawyer who knows do-gooder Tony Beech (Bill Barry) can help them temporarily relocate.  He is married to a climate change professor at the University of Miami.  Ana does not know that Tony and her mother had a tryst when they were young.  The plot gets overstuffed quickly.  When Beth (Mindy Cassle) begins her lecture entitled Climate Change 101, she is drinking from a flask.

Maria’s family fled Nicaragua years ago and now they are refugees once again.  The Russians now own all the Florida shore front condominiums but they are largely empty.  If you rent one on Airbnb, the reservation is in Cyrillic.  Why do they own all of these buildings?  Money laundering.  Sea Level Rise swings at so many targets.

The best ones land when they are connected to character development.  Gun control is another Florida hot topic perfectly suited for ridicule.  Hank (Victor Barranca) owns two guns.  Semi-automatic Bonnie and pistol Clyde are his friends.  Hank is squatting in Sunny Isles, one of the Russian investments.  He puts his garbage in empty apartments but that idea is not really explored further.

As health inspector Bill, John Torres seemed to embody the ideal absurdist tone for this comedy.  Like all men drawn to action, “I live for danger.”  He manages to locate everyone late in the play thanks to the phone tracker.  Siri is asked “how could you?”  She confesses that “they take off my bits until I couldn’t take it anymore.”  Bill has to post an evacuation notice for his own home and struggles with the concept of pleading mercy with himself.

Sea Level Rise could be funnier and tighter.  Jokes are often repeated with diminishing effect.  During the big scene near the end, the focus turns to certain characters.  Everyone else stands around diluting the action with nothing to do but watch.  The idea for a climate change comedy coupled with Florida’s farcical news cycle is ripe with promise.  With more deeply developed characters, this elongated skit could warm up into a sharply edged play.

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Hannah Senesh (National Yiddish Theatre Folksbiene)

Spiritual Resistance in the face of oppression is the theme for this season of the National Yiddish Theatre Folksbiene.  Their programming has been curated to accompany the exhibit “Auschwitz.  Not Long Ago.  Not Far Away.”  Hannah Senesh, the first of four mainstage productions, is definitely worth a journey to the Museum of Jewish Heritage in Battery Park.

Hannah is an iconic heroine from World War II.  She was 22 years old and living in Palestine when she volunteered to join with British forces in their fight against Hitler and the Nazis.  She parachuted into Yugoslavia and successfully crossed the border into her native Hungary.  She was captured, tortured and executed in 1944.

The play is a living, breathing diary using Hannah’s own words.  She introduces herself as a twelve year old on June 14, 1934.  She’s thinking about dress colors, becoming a vegetarian and her obsession with Leslie Howard in The Scarlet Pimpernel.  She’s young, vibrant and smart.  By November she notes that the present atmosphere is getting warlike.

Since much of this play takes place well before 1944, Hannah’s growth trajectory comes to vivid life.  A delightfully charming entry as a fifteen year old extensively describes her ideal boy.  An impossible list ends with “so far I’ve not met anyone like that.”  As a proud Jew, she starts to feel the growing antisemitism in a series of increasingly disturbing events.  The recollections from this personally observed and recorded history through the lens of this young woman is sobering.

Hannah joins Zionist youth meetings and believes that creating a Jewish homeland is a historical imperative.  Her mother thinks she is tempting fate.  Others are converting to Christianity in a display of “ostrich diplomacy.”  In 1939, she departs for Palestine.  Unbearable stories are emerging of atrocities being committed against Jews and others by the Nazis.  On January 8, 1943 she writes, “I’ve got to get back.”

Lexi Rabadi makes an outstanding off-Broadway debut as Hannah Senesh.  She opens and closes the play as her mother Catherine.  With minimal hair and costume changes, Hannah ages a decade.  The entire play is essentially a monologue and Ms. Rabadi completely captures the stage and our hearts.  The core defiance and pride within Hannah’s soul is laid bare.

David Schechter has written and directed his play based upon the translated Hungarian diaries and poems of this courageous woman.  There is a nice pace and flow to the storytelling.  Props and movement are simple and effective.  Rather than a chilling tale, Hannah Senesh celebrates the incredible heroism of a young woman driven to face fascist oppression head on.  The story is inspirational, remarkable and heartbreaking.  The lighting design by Vivien Leone beautifully frames the mood as we travel with Hannah on her spiritual journey.

Some of Ms. Senesh’s poems are set to music.  “One, Two, Three” was composed by Elizabeth Swados to words found in Hannah’s cell after her execution:  “I could have been twenty-three next July/I gambled on what mattered most/The dice were cast.  I lost.”

I visited Auschwitz for the first time last year.  The physical experience was overwhelming despite knowing this history.  The massive scale of hatred and cruelty stayed with me long after that day.  Genocide is still not dead in our world.  Hannah Senesh is a play for those of us who need a hope-inducing candle lit in the darkness of ceaseless inhumanity.

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A White Man’s Guide to Riker’s Island

Riker’s Island is New York City’s notorious jail complex.  85% of the inmates have not been convicted of a crime.  Unable to post bail, many defendants are incarcerated until their trial.  The rest of the population are convicted criminals serving short sentences.  Richard L. Roy tells his own story in A White Man’s Guide to Riker’s Island.

Mr. Roy begins his tale with “I killed a man.  I kill a man every night.  Every night the same man.”  Co-written with Eric C. Webb, this confessional play has been enriched with the passage of time.  That perspective makes this material much more than a recollection of a white person’s experience in jail.  Mr. Roy’s wrongs are commingled with society’s wrongs in an attempt to articulate personal and political outrage.

On the stage is an enlarged picture of a very handsome young blonde man in boxing shorts.  He is standing next to Muhammad Ali who has autographed the photo.  As a young man, Mr. Roy was a boxer who had the opportunity to spar with the great champion a few times.  After getting knocked out once during a professional bout, he quit the sport and turned into an actor.

After landing a few gigs right off the bat, Richard goes out with his buddies to celebrate.  One more shot of Jack Daniels.  Rather than drive home, his destructive voice decides to visit the notorious Meat Market section of Manhattan.  Back in the 1970’s everything was for sale on the streets there.  He consumes $30 worth of cocaine.  Behind the wheel flying high, he jumps a light and kills a young man on a motorcycle.

Richard is the first to point out that he is the embodiment of white privilege.  He is released on bail for two years of freedom until the trial.  A pricey lawyer gets him a very short six month sentence.  That is why this athletic and blond epitome of a white American male is sentenced to Rikers.  The rest of his tale is a journey of survival both physically and mentally.

Most of this long monologue is performed by a young actor named Connor Chase Stewart making his off-off Broadway debut.  That is a good thing since Mr. Roy doesn’t have the chops to hold a stage for this long.  Mr. Stewart gets a lot of ground to cover from wide-eyed fear to egotistical juggler.

Learning about juggling is one of the many terms which will be taught to the audience.  The title for A White Man’s Guide to Riker’s Island is taken from some journalistic writings that Mr. Roy did while serving time.  He used his heavy sarcasm and intelligence to find a way to thrive in jail.  The play is a lesson about race.  A quintessentially privileged white man is plunged into a society where he is in the minority.

The characters that are impersonated by Mr. Stewart in this monologue are memorable.  Some might find the stereotyping objectionable but the verbal context definitely added color, drama and humor to this memoir.  The thoughtful character growth was also interesting as he examines racism and our judicial system.  The topic remains timely and relevant.

Mr. Roy obviously has a snarky edge.  In the prison paper he tells us that he keeps the writing “light and fun.”  Everyone is stuck there and no one wants to read someone’s bitching about this or that.  There are many sarcastic asides tossed around in this autobiography.  Many of them are political or observational wisecracks designed to pack a witty punch.  They occasionally work but more often seemed overly forced into the text to boldly highlight feelings of contempt.

The moral disgrace of America’s race history is the larger target of this story.  From a fascinating point of view, Mr. Roy has taken one man’s journey to illuminate his observations about an enormous systemic injustice.  That is very interesting theater.  The performances and staging certainly could be further developed.  This monologue should probably be shortened as well.  That said, A White Man’s Guide to Riker’s Island is a serious contribution to our seemingly never-ending but necessary discord on race in America.

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Havel: The Passion of Thought (Potomac Theatre Project)

Five short plays are presented in a combination entitled Havel: The Passion of Thought.  The centerpiece is three of Vaclav Havel’s inherently political and autobiographical Vanek plays.  The fictional Ferdinand Vanek is a dissident playwright whose work has been banned by the Communist regime in Czechoslovakia.  Surrounding these fascinating and completely different works are two short plays by Harold Pinter and Samuel Beckett.  The entire bill is exceptional theater from start to finish.

Pinter’s The New World Order begins with two men in an interview room hovering over a hooded prisoner seated in a chair.  Michael Laurence and Christopher Marshall taunt him.  They are relishing the idea of what they are going to do to him and his wife.  The torture speech is quite relaxed and unspecific which makes the verbal assault chilling.  The tone of oppression is firmly established.  They are “keeping the world clean for democracy.”

Havel’s Vanek plays follow.  All three involve a man named Vanek (David Barlow, outstanding) who was once a successful playwright but has since been silenced by the authorities.  The first is titled Interview.  Forced to work in a brewery to support himself, Vanek is subjected to a meeting with the brewmaster (Mr. Laurence).  Over the course of a beer-fueled conversation, we learn that the boss has been asked to spy on him.

Private View takes place in the apartment of Michael and Vera (Mr. Marshall and Emily Kron).  Vanek has been invited to admire their redecoration.  This hilariously self-absorbed couple obviously is not suffering under the regime.  They desperately want to  help their “best friend” and heap increasingly insulting advice.  The absurdities escalate to a satisfying and exasperating ending.

The third play is perhaps the most potent.  The idealistic Vanek can see the suffering of those who have fallen over and adapted to Communist doctrine in the first two scenes.  Protest makes us hear that conflict.  An old friend Stanekova (Danielle Skraastad) is a fellow artist who telephones Vanek out of the blue.  She was a cooperative type who abandoned morality for a successful career in television.  Why has she called after all this time?  Years of complicity have finally caught up with her.  The debate about her choices is fascinating.

What makes these plays so interesting for the audience is to see the world through Vanek’s eyes.  Much of the time he listens.  Are they judging him or themselves?  Since Havel’s plays were banned at the time, they were performed in living rooms and distributed as samizdat (dangerous dissident self-publishing).  The character of Vanek became quite well-known and other authors also wrote plays about him.  The character became a national symbol.  After the Velvet Revolution, Havel was elected the President of his country.

The short Samuel Beckett play Catastrophe was dedicated to then imprisoned Havel and concludes this collection.  A protagonist (Mr. Barlow) stands on a box.  The theater director (Madeline Ciocci) barks orders to her assistant (Emily Ballou), often drinking shots to get inspiration.  The scene is extremely demeaning.  This piece can be seen as overtly political about the struggle to oppose totalitarianism.  It can also be seen as an insider joke about the behavior of actors, playwrights and directors.  In either interpretation, the visuals here were stunning under Hallie Zieselman’s lighting design.

I caught these five plays as Trump was attempting to stifle members of the opposing political party during his self-adulating fascist rallies.  In Protest, Stanekova says, “the way I see it, you and your friends have taken on an almost superhuman task: to preserve and carry the remains, the remnant of our moral conscience through this present quagmire.  The thread you’re spinning on may be thin, but who knows, perhaps the hope of the moral rebirth of our nation hangs upon it.”

Directed by Richard Romagnoli, this exceptional troupe of actors brought all of these important works to vivid life.  Havel: The Passion of Thought is a thoroughly absorbing evening in the theater.  The timing is certainly ideal.  Pair this one with PTP’s similarly excellent Dogg’s Hamlet, Cahoot’s Macbeth being performed in repertory.  Let these playwrights show you an urgent glimpse into a not so distant past where government aggressively suppressed dissent.

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Dogg’s Hamlet, Cahoot’s Macbeth (Potomac Theater Project)

Dogg’s Hamlet, Cahoot’s Macbeth are two early plays by Tom Stoppard which were written to be performed together.  Both use Shakespearean text to overtly entertain while being subtly subversive.  Presented by the Potomac Theater Project this summer, the double bill is enormously entertaining.

In Dogg’s Hamlet, the actors speak in Dogg.  This is a language which uses English words with completely different meanings.  When three school mates sit down for lunch, one asks, “Undertake sun pelican crash frankly sun mousehole?”  From the actions on stage, you know they are trading sandwiches.  Mr. Stoppard is teasing us with learning a new language and, in this very short play, some of the words actually will stick.

A delivery man named Easy arrives.  He speaks regular English and cannot understand Dogg.  Blocks are being delivered and the assembly is a confusion of miscommunication.  They are arranged and rearranged, eventually to form a stage.  A very edited version of Hamlet will then be performed.  The riff here is that Shakespeare’s language is unintelligible to students.  A fifteen minute farce is then presented with some famous lines intact.

The second short play is Cahoot’s Macbeth.  Czechoslovakian by birth, Stoppard met playwright Pavel Kohout who had been banned by authorities from working.  In 1978 he created LRT – living room theater.  They opened with Macbeth with five performers and one suitcase.  Stoppard pointed out this inspiration.   His recreation, however, is semi-serious and comedic, not “a fair representation of Kohout’s elegant seventy-five minute version.”

Set in the late 1970’s, this Macbeth is staged in an apartment in Prague.  An inspector from the government will interrupt the show to sniff out illegal activities, namely any unauthorized (and therefore, subversive) productions.  Easy shows up in this play to delivers blocks again, only now he only speaks Dogg.  The homeowner notes “we’re not sure if it’s a language or a clinical condition.”

That character crosses the two plays and Stoppard’s point is clear.  Dogg is a form of Resistance.  In front of the totalitarian regime, a secret coded language could be used to inspire and oppose suppression.  The play was intended as a tribute to Kohout and others forced to endure such conditions.  The backstory is essential to a deeper appreciation of these plays but they are certainly fun in their own right.

Fans of Shakespeare will certainly delight in the liberties taken with the original text.  Fans of well-directed, strongly acted plays will find this funhouse immensely satisfying.  Director Cheryl Faraone has assembled an excellent cast who pop in and out of every conceivable entrance and exit.  The pendulum swung between tragedy and ridicule is remarkably effective.

Now is a very good time to experience this playfully experimental work.  Our current political climate more than hints toward authoritarian and dictatorial behavior.  Words are used as powerful weapons.  It’s quite comforting to be reassured that words can also be manipulated for good.  I plan to use “vanilla squirrel” every time I mean “rotten bastard.”  Thanks for the text translations, Mr. Stoppard!

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Toni Stone (Roundabout Theatre)

Toni Stone was the first female professional baseball player.  I did not know her story.  Lydia R. Diamond’s play illuminates this groundbreaking woman now largely forgotten to history.  She joined the Indianapolis Clowns in 1953 as part of the Negro League.  Ms. Stone took over second base from Hank Aaron the year earlier.

In a series of time shifting and narrative storytelling, this fascinating tale unfolds.  Born Marcenia Lyle Stone in Bluefield, West Virginia, Toni Stone knew early on she wasn’t boy crazy.  She was ball crazy.  “It is round and small and fits right in your hand.”  In April Matthis’ exceptional portrayal, there is no shred of doubt about her commitment to the sport.

Appropriately nine actors will form the onstage team and play all of the characters in her orbit.  Other than Ms. Matthis, they are all African American men.  You should expect gender bias.  The underhanded wheeling and dealing of professional sports will be chronicled.  There will be racial problems when the squad ignores the prearranged plan.  After beating a white team they run for the bus to get out of town fast.  The simulated insults hurled at the players from the stands is rough terrain indeed.  That’s because you’ve unfortunately heard most of them before.

You get more than what’s expected in this play.  That’s good and bad.  There is the interesting courtship between her and future husband Alberga (Harvy Blanks, excellent).  We meet the Irish priest who convinced her parents to let her play with the boys early on.  We also spend a considerable amount of time with a brothel madam who is apparently her best girlfriend.  There is plenty of sexual innuendo.  And when plot ideas run thin in Act II, there is a barrage of can-you-top-this “yo momma is so fat” jokes.

There are, however, some memorable lines in this play.  One of my favorites concerned the inevitable aromas which Ms. Stone had to face traveling in buses during hot summers playing ball around the country.  “Nothing is more foul than the sweat of a man you are annoyed with.”  I loved that Toni Stone was extremely literal.  This character trait fueled many jokes.  When told she would not be thrown out of bed for eating crackers, she replies, “why would anyone eat crackers in bed?  They’re too messy.”

Pam McKinnon’s direction keeps all of this moving along but is not able to hide that there is not enough story to fill two hours.  The longer the play went on, the less engaging it was.  I appreciated learning about and respecting this fascinating pioneer.  The acting from the entire ensemble lead by April Matthis’ central performance was never less than stellar.  From my seat, the play itself was just okay.  I predict a movie will be made based on this rich historical material.  With actual ball playing footage, Toni Stone might again get a hugely deserved moment in the spotlight of female heroes.

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Barabbas (Theater for the New City)

According to the Bible, there was a prevailing Passover custom in Jerusalem which allowed a crowd to commute a prisoner’s death sentence.  When Pontius Pilate asked, they chose Barabbas to be released.  Jesus of Nazareth was then crucified.  Playwright Will T. F. Carter’s first play updates this story to a Peruvian prison in 2021.

Sebastian Sahak Barabbas is a lawyer who has been sentenced to the Miguel Castro Castro prison in the eastern province of Lima.  One of the guards is listening to the newly elected President on television.  He is going to rout out those people who seek to tarnish his beloved country for personal or financial gain.  “Bara” has been caught in a tidal shift and pronounced guilty.

Jesús Moreno Glas is a well-known prisoner.  He decided to leak emails to the press exposing corruption in the system.  Jesús was not innocent of crimes but decided to reveal the truth.  His new roommate is the newly incarcerated Bara who despises him.  “You’re the reason I’m here.  You and your conscience.”  Jesús has turned to God.

The tension between the two men is palpable right from the start of this short one act play.  There are some standard issue topics covered including an uncomfortable bed, sharing a toilet, bad food and mistreatment from guards.  The interesting part of this play is the analysis between the characters about their situations amidst a corrupt world.  Jesús knows he won’t last inside this prison, saying “unlike you, I don’t have congressional representation.”

Bara is represented by a lawyer who advises that he needs to let things blow over for a while.  He is confused by Jesús’ viewpoint noting, “your confession solidified the President’s message.”  Is everyone really in favor of transparency?  This play argues that truth is only welcome until it has negative personal impacts.

Events happen which destabilize the world outside.  The spin cycle we see on our televisions every day is employed here to question the validity (or even usefulness) of the truth.  Someone may be labeled a criminal one day.  A major shift in the prevailing winds could change perception into a more socially acceptable label as political prisoner the next day.

The moral dilemma of self-preservation was particularly interesting.  Faced with a Barabbas versus Jesus choice (and one of them was you), how far would you go to not be the one crucified?

This production directed by Eduardo Machado could benefit from even more tension.  Darker lighting might enhance the feeling of suffocating in abject squalor.  As designed, the set makes conversations happen between characters facing toward each other and away from the audience.  More lines were mumbled and lost than is advisable (although I expect that should have improved through previews).

The fight choreography by Daniel Benhamu was excellent.  Anwar Wolf portrayed Jesús and believably conveyed all of the piety required.  Mateo D’Amato produced and starred in this play as Bara.  It’s a juicy role with many different emotions.  Mr. D’Amato successfully propelled the story and gave us yet another reason to distrust lawyers and whatever establishment is in power.  “It was just an envelope…. it’s not like I killed someone.”

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