“Oh, Mary!”

I first encountered the comedic talents of Cole Escola in the underappreciated television series At Home With Amy Sedaris (which I loved).  During the isolation days of Covid I streamed and blogged about a bunch of shows including “Help, I’m Stuck!” which was a recording of a silly show they performed.  “Oh, Mary!” has arrived downtown and, as they say in the biz, we are live!  Time to skewer and slay.

The Mary of the title refers to Abraham Lincoln’s wife.  The play opens with Abe busting into his office with his assistant.  He is in a mad frenzy to find where Mary has hidden the liquor bottle.  He bellows “no one is safe while my wife has access to booze!”  The tone of the play is established immediately.  This one’s going to be a big broad historical spoof.

Mary Todd Lincoln is reimagined as a “well known niche cabaret singer”.  Hanging out in the White House with her prim chaperone is soooooo boring.  She yearns to be back on the stage where people crave her “short legs and long medleys”.  Abe is against the idea, to put it mildly.

Not so honest Abe cannot imagine what people will think.  The Civil War is still raging.  How would it look if the President’s wife was flitting around in a cabaret act?  “Sensational!” she exclaims.  He finally agrees to hire a teacher to give Mary acting lessons.  That’s all the plot you need to know.

Cole Escola has written this extremely funny play and it’s a sturdy branch on a family tree which includes Charles Ludlum and Charles Busch.   Mary is deliciously foul and nasty.  And that’s before she finds the hidden bottle.  Jokes are splattered everywhere.  Even the portrait of George Washington is utilized for a great laugh.  Think vulgar, narcissistic Lucille Ball meets Virginia Woolf.

Escola’s performance is madcap and zany but also smart and cleverly detailed.  The audience roared throughout this eighty minute celebration and reincarnation of campy hilarity.  Many jokes are crude, the physical comedy is classic and, as you might suspect, at least one man on stage might be a closeted homosexual.  Cue the hijinks and have a blast.

The supporting cast excels.  Conrad Ricamora hits the bullseye playing Mary’s beleaguered husband who has a few secrets of his own.  Tony Macht is Abe’s very able assistant who knows how to play the game.  Bianca Leigh is Mary’s chaperone.  Mary insists she tell one of her secrets and swears she won’t tell.  That will happen and it’s unforgettably ridiculous and ultimately hysterical.

Last but not least, in the tradition of all drag homages to previous camp classics, there is a hunky male character.  James Scully is Mary’s acting teacher.  She is extremely abusive to him.  Mary wants cabaret not Shakespeare.  You know this female train wreck only knows one speed and that is “me, me, me”.  And we, we, we are the lucky recipients of her screamingly funny largesse.

There are ample twists and turns in this extended sketch.  To describe them is to spoil the fun.  Special kudos to Scenic Designer Dots who created a perfect and surprising stage for all the antics which will unfold.  The torch has been successfully passed in New York’s downtown camp comedy scene.  I cannot wait to see what’s next.  In the meantime, pass the whiskey Mrs. Lincoln.  We all want a sip too.

“Oh, Mary!” is running at the Lucille Lortel Theatre until May 12, 2024.  Take a minute to gaze at the theatrical photos displayed in the lobby.  Like this play, they purport to be historical.

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Diva Royale (Purple Rose Theatre, Chelsea, MI)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

www.purplerosetheatre.org

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Appropriate

Appropriate

The setting is a former plantation home in southeast Arkansas.  A family has gathered to deal with the estate of their deceased father.  Brandon Jacobs-Jenkins riveting play Appropriate considers the multiple definitions of that word.  The emphasis, however, is to take something for one’s own, typically without the owner’s permission.

Disrepair and old age have marred the former grandeur of this home.  This family’s long history is evidenced by the graveyard of slaves on the property.  Getting us to reflect on our current comprehension of America’s centuries long oppression for profit is only one level of this complex and fascinating study.  The family itself is a combustible mess of anger, disappointment, feuds and regret.

Toni (Sarah Paulson) is the elder sister who is the self-appointed leader of the three siblings.  She is organizing the estate sale.  Her sullen teenager Rhys (Graham Campbell) is with her.  Brother Franz (Michael Esper) arrives to get the job done quickly so her can return home with his wife Rachel (Natalie Gold) and two children.  The youngest brother Bo (Corey Stoll), a colossal screw up and shameful embarrassment, shows up after a long period of incommunicado.

Cue the hoarding clutter that must be sorted out.  I do not mean simply the overstuffed odds and ends that must be organized and sold off.   There is a pile of emotional baggage rattling through this house and, in particular, through a very tautly wound Toni.  The number one child and primary person who attempted to keep things under control is struggling mightily with the money grabbers jumping on a potential financial bandwagon.  Where were they all these years?

Discovered objects lead to discussions, notably about the family history ensconced in a deep south plantation where there is no doubt slavery was a major factor in the family fortune.  That economic glory is obviously long passed but the legacy of their past is a newly uncovered mirror.  Peering in is not easy nor can the three agree on what they see in the reflection.

Was their father a racist or just an inheritor from a long line of people who prospered owning human beings?  The latter is what the three from the current generation seem to be at the outset.  What makes Appropriate so bitingly good is the wildly erratic moral compass this family uses to move through this experience.

Adding to that are seismic underlying familial tensions which come to the surface and sting.  The siblings (and one spouse) go at each other like any family with deep seated animosity and steely protective barriers.  Young Bo seems to be the most docile but his story is troubled and dark with a different maltreatment on his resume.

Bo arrives at the mansion with his hippy-dippy sage wielding girlfriend River (Elle Fanning).  Their intent is not clear.  Their motives are questioned and both are ridiculed.  Knives are out as this family cuts into barely healed wounds.  Amazingly, on top of these expressed minefields, the family tries to come to terms with their white ancestry from the period.

The play contains harrowing monologues and gut wrenching revelations.  There are plot enhancing bombs which explode.  The cast is, to a person, flawless in presenting these recognizably flawed individuals.  Director Lila Neugebauer steers the play beautifully so that everyone is believably realistic yet theatrical.

There is a meaningful balance between bitterness and belly laughs in this play. We may recognize the dialogue from our own personal consideration of this American story.  Mr. Jabob-Jenkins encourages us to glimpse our own personal reflections into the family mirror.  I saw my mother telling me when I was a child that not all slaves had it so bad.  Many worked in the homes not in the fields, she noted.  Was that appropriate to tell a child?  In how many “modern” American homes has this been said?  It certainly explains her coming out of the racist closet made fashionable in the Trump era.

Does Appropriate have a resolution?  Does America?  Pair this one with Purlie Victorious (which I did over two successive evenings) for an immersive education in what schools are gleefully eliminating from their curriculum.  History, like death, is often hard to face.  Theater needs to challenge as well as entertain.  This play embraces the cobwebs and, perhaps if we are lucky, takes another step in the direction of healing.

Appropriate is being presented by Second Stage at the Hayes Theater through March 3, 2024.  Please note that seat discomfort in this theater is guaranteed and, as usual, other patrons were notably complaining out loud.  Not exactly sure I understand why this situation has not yet been addressed.

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Purlie Victorious

Purlie Victorious:  A Non-Confederate Romp Through the Cotton Patch

Last night I was watching The Late Show with Stephen Colbert.  One of his guests was Ruby Bridges.  She was the first African American to attend an all-white Louisiana elementary school in 1960 during the desegregation crisis.  U.S. Marshalls had to escort her in.  No one would sit in class with her so she studied alone with a white teacher imported from Boston.  A year later in 1961 Purlie Victorious: A Non-Confederate Romp Through the Cotton Patch premiered on Broadway.  A tale of two cities, indeed.

Ms. Bridges became even more famous when depicted in a Norman Rockwell painting entitled The Problem We All Live With.  Sixty years later and the problem is still here.  Some progress has been made of course but backward motion is getting traction.  As it does again and again.  We are still fighting the Civil War and current conservative leadership is hell bent on restoring the doctrine of white supremacy.  In this environment, Purlie has been superbly revived and remains a vital piece of theatrical genius.

Ossie Davis wrote and starred in this broad satire of the Jim Crow south set in “the recent past”.  The plot centers around the titular character who returns home to the cotton planting country.  His Aunt Bee passed away and there is a $500 inheritance.  Ol’ Cap’n Cotchipee (Jay O’ Sanders) has held onto the funds.  Purlie Victorious Judson (Leslie Odom, Jr., excellent) wants the cash to buy the community church and preach freedom to the cotton pickers.

Purlie is nothing if not filled with wild notions whether factually sound or fictionally embellished.  He returns home with Lutiebelle Gussie Mae Jenkins, a devout admirer of his.  She agrees to impersonate the deceased Aunt Bee to collect the cash from Master.  Forced to act high above her station, she awkwardly approaches the task.  Kara Young’s scene is one of the funniest likely to seen on Broadway this year.

Purlie’s brother Gitlow (Billy Eugene Jones, especially first-rate) and sister-in-law Missy (Heather Alicia Simms) are on board to help.  Gitlow is the character navigating the white agenda while working with his clan to accomplish the mission.  As in all brash comedies things go awry and the fallout leads to crises.

What makes Ossie Davis’ play so remarkable is that the humor never flags.  The subject matter includes all the racial strife prevalent in America, a brandishing bull whip and local police with dubious interpretations of the law.  My first trip to Louisiana was in the late 1980’s auditing a jeans factory.  The good ol’ boys would sit in their office drinking beer all afternoon while the factory workers (primarily black) toiled away.  When I saw these southern lawmen onstage I immediately recalled the dimwits I encountered all those years ago.

Charlie Cotchipee is the young son of his entitled landowning racist father.  Mr. Davis wisely gives him the moral ability to see right and wrong.  He plays a crucial role in the plot and Noah Robbins nicely inhabits the nervous yet determined and intelligent boy.  Trivia buffs may want to know Alan Alda was the original Charlie on Broadway.

There are memorable lines and monologues throughout.  The cast is as terrific across the board as one would hope.  The creative team, notably Derek McLane’s pitch perfect set design, makes this story come to life but never lets realism overwhelm the satire.

Director Kenny Leon has staged this play with pedal to the metal.  A three act play has been reformed into a single act.  As a result, we hop on the speeding train and let the brilliantly subversive tone wash over us.  I guffawed and howled.  Underneath, however, the darkness defiantly insists on its due and, from my seat, hit some nerves.

Is Purlie victorious after all this time?  I’d have to say not really despite being turned into a 1970 hit musical .  The play successfully ran on Broadway for 261 performances and was never revived until now.  Perhaps the Jim Crow entertainment industry (and its safe craving consuming public) is to blame.  For everyone else, this production breaks open a phenomenal time capsule unearthed from a galvanizing historical decade in American history.  Go and laugh you ass off.

Purlie Victorious is running at The Music Box until February 4, 2023.  I’ve added Gone With the Days! to my movie watch list.  This 1963 filming of the play includes performances from many of the original cast members including Ossie Davis and his wife Ruby Dee.

www.purlievictorious.com

Life and Times of Michael K (St. Ann’s Warehouse)

Life & Times of Michael K

The sirens and overhead airplanes immediately provide the backdrop for this often sad and somewhat harrowing tale.  A fictional civil war in South Africa is ever present.  J.M. Coetzee’s 1983 Booker Prize winning novel Life & Times of Michael K was adapted for the stage in a visually arresting production.

Michael K is an everyman.  He was born with a cleft lip, always an outcast of sorts.  He suffers indignities through life.  When he enacts a plan to return his ailing mother to her childhood farm he comes face to face with the dystopian world around him.  The dramatic events are not farfetched:  curfews, raids, labor camps, refugees, mayhem and destruction.  Conflicts occur amidst Michael’s good intentions.

This production was an enormous hit at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe and has had other productions elsewhere.  The reasons are numerous.  Michael, his mother and many of the characters are puppets manipulated by up to three actors.  Their character movements and expressions are precise, developing many layers of emotional depth.

The telling of this everyman story through an intricately carved wooden figure is inspired.  Michael chases a goat (puppet) into a river in a marvelously inventive scene which is visually astonishing.  Handspring Puppet Company (War Horse) designed the very memorable creations.

Surrounding this wonder is a solid cast who manage to interact with the puppets as well as embody them.  Added to that are film segments (such as travel) which include close ups of the puppets moving through their journey.  The play is enhanced by a musical composition by Kyle Shepherd.  All of the individual pieces point to a truly inventive imagining of a classic tale.  Lara Foot adapted the book and directed this piece.

Unfortunately the proceedings were plodding at best and, I hate to say, not infrequently boring.  Two hours of slow paced storytelling along with fragmentary transitions were a challenge to sit through.  The richness of the visuals and the performances could not overcome the tedium.  Three of us attended together.  Rarely are we all completely in sync when we see something.  We were wholly aligned on this one and, therefore, disappointed by this highly lauded theatrical event.

Life & Times of Michael K was performed at the St. Ann’s Warehouse and concluded its run on December 23, 2023.  Next up is Volcano described as part theater, part dance and part sci-fi thriller running January 10th through the 21st.

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Spain (Second Stage)

Jen Silverman’s play Spain introduced me to a film I had never heard of.  The Spanish Earth, released in 1937, was an anti-fascist film made during the Spanish Civil War.  This movie was directed by Joris Ivens and written by John Dos Passos and Ernest Hemingway.  All three are characters in this fictional retelling.

The key thematic element of Spain is the role of artists in creating propaganda.  Mr. Ivens (Andrew Burnap) is being paid handsomely by the Russians to bring the uprising to reflect the side they preferred.  Foreign governments mix with Americans to wage opinion wars.  Still topical today (and probably forever).

Helen (Marin Ireland) will be assisting Joris under the guise of being his girlfriend.  They wax poetic about the morality of what they are doing.  “Can a false story be so good that it does something true?” is the point here.  It is also the reason for this play’s existence given our world of persistent and deliberate misinformation.  You can almost hear the “fake news” and “witch hunts” screaming in the ether.

Spain tends to be a tedious and confusing imaginary tale of the creation of a certain piece of propaganda which has its place in history and can still be viewed on You Tube.  The best part of this production is the very cool noir elements of the staging and particularly the lighting (Jen Schriever).  Columns of white light traverse the black stage between scenes like a computer scanning for information.

The performances are all solid with Danny Wolohan’s Hemingway a boisterous blowhard treat.  His writing partner Dos Passos (Erik Lochtefeld) is an meek sidekick who is overwhelmed by the manly man.  This fictionalized recap is less about what happened specifically and more about the obligations of artists shaping the world and its politics.

The earnestness is marred by bizarreness toward the end.  Film clips are finally shown accompanied by an aria which is oddly confusing.  A final scene thrusts the internet propaganda machine front and center as if we could not make that leap ourselves.  It adds nothing and detracts from the stylized environment so carefully calibrated in unearthing this relic and bearing in mind its import today.

Spain concluded its run at the Tony Kiser Theater on December 17, 2023.

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Stupid F@*#ing Bird (Theater Wit, Chicago)

The characters in Anton Chekhov’s plays are known for their angst.  Aaron Posner has adapted many works into plays with Stupid F@*#ing Bird being a contemporary take on The Seagull.  I previously encountered this playwright’s version of Uncle Vanya called LIFE SUCKS.  This one seemed far less successful for me despite being his most produced play.  Maybe I am as bitter and self-loathing as these characters?  I blame the bird.

The drama begins with Con (Nicholas Barelli) staging a site-specific theater piece starring his girlfriend (Magdalena Dalzelli).  The monologue is a goofy send-up of experimental theater forms.  Con’s mother Emma (Laura Sturm), herself an established actress with a capital A, finds the proceedings ridiculous.  Queue the angst.

Mom was not a great mother as she was and is still totally self-absorbed.  To be fair, however, self-absorption is the order of the day here.  There are would be, could be and shouldn’t be love affairs tossed in with jealousies and unrequited longings.  Did Mom love her son or just herself?  Is Mom’s art of the past now dated hokum as the next generation strives to create new forms?  Will a ukulele appear in the production?  These questions – and quite a few more – will be considered.

Along the journey there are some terrific quips.  Unrequited Mash who longs for Con quotes The Seagull directly with “I’m in mourning for my life”.  The world in general is considered as in “what kind of god needs a laugh that bad”?  Casual asides consider the war on “blah, blah, blah”.  Protest posters of current hot topics are shoe-horned in awkwardly.

Complaining, which can often be inspired fun, is intermixed with attempts to make everyone seem normal underneath their dark rainclouds.  A suggested goal:  “find someone to snuggle up with every night to maybe help us forget everything we know”.  Admittedly a dim worldview but incredibly timely eight years after its writing.

Director Luda Lopatina Solomon lays the malaise on thickly and the performances came across to me as less funny than curiously bland.  There were two standouts in the cast.  Bob Pries embodies Sorn, the elder statesman who seems amused by the antics around him but admits his life has been all about going through the motions.  His happy and supporting uncle is a facade.  Even he must show us angst.

David Fink’s portrayal of Dev, the friend, sidekick and generally positive spirit shined brightest.  Dev may be desperately in love with Mash who is desperately in love with Con whose mother is desperately in love with Trig who wants Con’s girl to Con’s dismay.  But Dev can wield a ukulele and use pliable facial expressions to make us cringe and cheer.  He is the jolly mess in this satire who came closest to lifting this amalgam of art, love, life, age and silly miseries above the plodding production of this possibly too clever-for-its own-good play.

Stupid F@*#ing Bird concluded its run at Theater Wit on December 9, 2023.  Further angst can currently be explored in Who’s Holiday featuring Cindy Lou Who now living in a trailer.

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Life of Pi

My first encounter with Yann Martel’s magical story Life of Pi was listening to an audiobook on a long family trek to Williamsburg for Thanksgiving.  A thirteen hour tale was so memorable that I can still hear narrator Vikas Adams’ pronunciation of the tiger character’s name “Richard Parker”.  That was followed years later by Director Ang Lee’s extraordinary film.

This play was developed in England, transferred to the West End and won the Olivier for Best Play.  A transfer to Broadway resulted in a Tony nomination for the play and wins for the technical designs.  I was going to skip a visit to this one but decided to jump on board given the accolades.

I am sorry to report that this production does not satisfy in the storytelling department.  The three main parts of the book are reorganized so the original mystery of survival is assured.  The play does capture some of the philosophical elements but they are not the central purpose.  As a result the story can often seem confusing (as happened with the one person with me who experienced this classic for the first time).

A family who owns a zoo in Pondicherry, India decides to emigrate to Canada with their animals in tow.  They board a cargo ship which meets with disaster.  The family’s son Pi manages to board a lifeboat.  The only other survivors are a hyena, an orangutan and the Richard Parker, the tiger.  The adventure involves this uncomfortable cohabitation.

The visuals are indeed impressive.  The set transformation from Indian marketplace to cargo ship was effortless and superbly executed.  The animals are all puppets and up to three humans manipulate them including hunching over as the tiger’s torso.  The movement is a feast for the eyes.

Also noteworthy are finely tuned performances especially by Hiran Abeysekera in the title role.  This tale is a marathon at sea.  The staging is physically demanding and the storytelling has a great deal of wit in addition to the underlying drama.  The performance was excellent from start to finish.

All that said – and there’s much good news about the production – this effort lacks clarity and depth.  Perhaps I am too familiar with the brilliance of Mr. Martel’s original.  The relativity of truth theme does come across nicely but the play seems adapted for people who already know the story.  Yes there is magical realism on display but the glorious musings on life and humanity have to be filled in from memory since they are sketchily drawn here.  Fans of eye-popping spectacle will definitely be entertained.

Life of Pi is running on Broadway through July 23, 2023.

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The Doctor (Park Avenue Armory)

The still raging battles between science and religion.  The never ending chasm between Christians and Jews.  A doctor’s oath to their patients.  The politics of hospitals.  Arthur Schnitzler wrote Professor Bernhardi in 1912 which was so contentious that the premiere happened in Germany not his own Austria.  The Doctor is Robert Icke’s loosely adapted and vividly riveting adaptation.

Ruth Wolff is literally the top dog of this hospital.  A patient is dying of sepsis from a botched self-administered abortion.  Her family sends a priest to administer last rites.  She refuses to let him in as the patient is dying and did not request the visit.  Her obligation is only the medical well being of this young lady.  A hundred years after this play was written the story is still relevant.

A media cyclone ensues and tensions escalate.  The Executive Committee of the hospital is mixed in their support for its leader.  The parents and the priest are in destruction mode.  Careers are on the line; saving some while opportunistically elevating others.  Personal and work life balance is addressed.  Should we break our existence into smaller and smaller tribes whereby agreement is assured?

This full meal is expertly served by Mr. Icke as writer and director.  Hildegard Bechtler’s sleekly modern set captures the sterile world of committees bereft of humanism and moneyed medical facilities.  Lighting changes (Natasha Chivers) suggest additional scene locales notably Dr. Wolff’s home and a television studio.  The production is handsome and appropriately cold.

For this modern retelling current hot buttons involving gender and sexuality are included.  Both are handled frankly.  They do not feel forced.  As a result, the worries of yesterday are combined with those of today which might be predictive of the tribulations of tomorrow.  There is a lot to sink your teeth into while absorbing this superbly executed staging.

Juliet Stevenson portrays the intensely devoted medical Doctor.  Her performance is a towering achievement.  There is heavy drama in the hardness of steadfast beliefs especially when those monumental walls begin to chip away.  Every scene is believable and audience discomfort is assured.

John Mackey’s priest is equally self-righteous leading to the inevitable court of public opinion.  That particular segment is as ugly as our television and social media outlets today.  There is ingenious blind casting of race contained herein.  Conclusions and conflicts are brought into stark relief as those revelations appear.

The entire cast is excellent.  Jaime Schwartz’s Junior is a teenage maelstrom of emotions, trust and self-preservation.  Juliet Garricks plays significant other Charlie with grace.  Dr. Wolff is definitely a blowhard so the view into a homelife is welcome.  Naomi Wirthner memorably inhabits the loyal Hardiman but also morphs into one of the enraged judges.

Witch hunt is the mood of this piece so the adaptation is timely.  There is no simple solution offered.  How you react to the material will depend on your own personal biases and beliefs.  The Doctor has a lot to say and many themes to consider.  A stellar presentation enhances the written word and the issues debated go around and around, never truly being resolved.

During COVID I saw Professor Bernhardi streamed from the excellent Schaubüehne theater company in Berlin.  In Munich, I saw another adaptation written as Doktor Alici which included humor.  The original play was sarcastically billed as a comedy in five acts.  Mr. Schnitzler’s play is worth experiencing as long as these conflicts remain topical.  I expect no movement on that front anytime soon.

The Doctor is running until August 19, 2023 at the beautiful and expansive Park Avenue Armory.  Arrive early to view the historical rooms.

www.armoryonpark.org

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Good Night, Oscar

A drama critic once wrote “there isn’t anything the matter with Levant that a few miracles wouldn’t cure”.  Good Night, Oscar is a play about a man I knew nothing about.  He was (and is now) a fascinating and complex personality.

Oscar Levant was many things, most notably an accomplished concert pianist.  A composer, conductor, author, television host and actor were some of his many sidelines.  He portrayed a piano player in many films including An American in Paris.  He played himself in the fictionalized screen biography of George Gershwin titled Rhapsody in Blue.

Doug Wright’s play takes place in the spring of 1958 in the latter stages of his career.  Oscar is scheduled to be a guest on The Tonight Show with Jack Paar.  Famous for his eccentric and erratic behavior there is concern whether he will show up.  Xavier Cougat is mentioned as the emergency backup.  We are clearly in dated, early television land here.

There is a long (long!) wait as Jack and others set the stage for Oscar’s eventual arrival, literally, from the looney bin.  His wife had him committed but this outing is a short break.  Sean Hayes enters as Mr. Levant and the stagnant play erupts into a “can’t take your eyes off him” freak show.

Mr. Parr is thrilled knowing Oscar will be a great guest, spilling the tea in modern vernacular.  Preshow antics will introduce this neurotic and sad person.  How does he describe himself?  “I’m controversial.  People dislike me or they hate me”.  Zingers fly from the mouth of an excruciatingly acerbic and tightly wound insecure artistic talent.

I did not use the word genius purposefully.  His many anxieties include the realization he was no George Gershwin.  That personal torture haunts him and is used to great effect in the storytelling.  An extended late on camera scene demonstrates the heights of his ardor and the depths of his angst.  The moment can easily be named scene of the year on Broadway this year.  The unflinching audience watched Mr. Hayes in breathless awe.

Everything else in this production is a mixed bag.  The aforementioned set up drags until the main course is served.  John Zdrojeski’s take on George Gershwin was interestingly dapper, a “cooler than me” imagined nightmare from Mr. Levant’s highly strung imagination.  Alex Wyse was amusing as the backstage handler who is no match for the wits of this wildly unhinged guest star.

The main reason to see Good Night, Oscar is for Sean Hayes’s remarkable performance.  Rachel Hauck’s set design nicely invokes the era and also the ghosts looming inside the mania.  The buildup to the television interview is long in a play containing some cardboard characters.  The payoff, however, is spectacular.

www.goodnightoscar.com