Prima Facie

Jodie Comer comes to Broadway fresh off her London triumph and Olivier award win in Prima Facie.  Suzie Miller’s intensely wrought writing also won for Best Play.  A brochure inserted into the Playbill highlights the sexual assault epidemic in the U.S and the Schools Consent Project charity.  A highly dramatic and rough evening was anticipated.

Tessa is a successful trial lawyer making her name defending men accused of sexual assault.  The courtroom scenes of cross examination are riveting and brilliantly theatrical.  We learn that Tessa came from a modest background but attended law school with privileged “thoroughbreds”.  Her success was earned the hard way.

The ins and outs of lawyering are fully exposed.  Tessa does not care if her clients are guilty or not.  She has a job to do and revels in the game of finding cracks to bolster her defense.  If a few guilty people get off that’s a problem of insufficient work by the prosecutors or the police.

As might be presumed from this wildly entertaining setup, the tables will be turned (literally) on Tessa.  She enters a relationship with a coworker resulting in a non-consensual encounter from her perspective.  The drama in this play arises from the situation presented.  Will the jury see her point of view or his given their previous history and that particular evening’s circumstances?

Ms. Comer runs a one woman marathon in the pouring rain during this performance.  The complexities of the plot are always finely tuned if occasionally falling into repetitive longevity.  A one hundred minute monologue on a subject which begs for participatory discussion might benefit from an intermission.  Ms. Comer gets a brief moment offstage after the water falls.

Miriam Buether’s exceptional Set Design evokes a massive chamber filled with volumes of legal precedent.  A harsh light is shined on our laws and the way cases (and people) are treated.  Having Tessa on both sides of the equation gives the play its backbone and also allows a glimpse into the process of questioning firmly held ideology.

The brochure in the Playbill features this dichotomy.  Ms. Comer has two faces.  One is red in her barrister wig.  The other is blue and screaming.  Inside the fold the theme of this play is laid bare.  “On the face of it something has to change”.

Prima Facie is a serious and confrontational work overflowing with emotional depth. This topical play illuminates a big Broadway spotlight on the concept of consent and clearly has a voice in the broader #MeToo movement.  Theatergoers who appreciate being mentally challenged will be wowed.

Prima Facie is scheduled to run through June 18, 2023.

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Peter Pan Goes Wrong

Those who saw the hilarious The Play That Goes Wrong will know the formula.  Peter Pan Goes Wrong is the next iteration from Mischief Productions.  The last version deservedly won a Tony Award for Best Set Design of a Play.  This one riotously ups the ante.  I cannot say the ship is smooth sailing or the flight over London goes well.  But that’s where the fun is.  And there is a lot of fun to be had.

The children are in a bunk bed.  Things go wrong.  Actors are on wires.  Things go wrong.  The deadly but cheaply costumed crocodile is not so scary.  A “six shooter” is employed against the cast from Six across the street.  The Peter Pan story will be told but that’s really not the point.  Silly fun is the goal and it is achieved.

So many shows on Broadway in this and recent seasons are laser focused on gay (and trans and nonbinary) themes.  Peter Pan Goes Wrong makes it even more obvious (and effective) than those.  In order to move the plot along the audience will be cajoled into chanting “I believe in fairies”.  There is theatrical joy from start to finish.

Neil Patrick Harris joined the cast this month in the role of Francis, essentially the narrator.  He fits right in with bad entrances and assorted pratfalls.  Everyone gets a moment to shine.  Jonathan Sayer is the actor who doesn’t know his lines and wears headphones to be prompted.  The gag is funny for sure.  In the second act, he has a unforgettable monologue that is brilliantly rendered.

The set design (Simon Scullion) is, once again, superb.  You might anticipate things going wrong.  They do.  Adam Meggido’s direction is precise choreography making all of the hijinks seem spontaneous.  It is frankly a miracle that no one gets hurt during these (literally) whirlwind performances.

The cast is pitch perfect across the board.  Chris Bean is amusing in both the father and Captain Hook roles.  Nancy Zamit offers a buffoonish rendition of Tinkerbell.  This show is smile inducing, geared for the young and the young-at-heart.  The voluminous details make this play so enjoyable.  Laughs are in abundance.

Peter Pan Goes Wrong is a glorious mess.  Isn’t is nice that Broadway has two gleefully humorous offerings right now.  If you like plays, see this one.  If you prefer musicals go see Shucked.  Either choice is guaranteed to gladden your mood.  Seeing both will lift your spirits far above the world which so disappoints us on a daily basis.

Peter Pan Goes Wrong is running at the Ethel Barrymore Theater on Broadway through July 9, 2023.

www.pangoeswrongbway.com

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A Doll’s House

The oppression many women feel under the laws and moral codes written by men is newsworthy today.  Last year’s reversal of Roe v. Wade is an obvious and contentious current example.  Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen wrote A Doll’s House in 1879 inspired by a friend’s marriage.  The play radically challenged the notion of traditional gender roles in that era.

Amy Herzog (4000 Miles, Belleville) has adapted the original with modern, clear cut language.  A sharp scalpel gets to the meat of the story and the tumult is laid bare.  Nora has her demons and disappointments.  She never leaves the stage and we cannot look away.

Her husband Torvald sees her as a pretty songbird and mother of their three children.  Nora, however, is far cleverer than that.  Relationships strengthen her day-to-day emptiness.  She subjects herself to society’s norms but the evidence of that struggle is readily apparent.  The date “1879” is flashed on the back wall to remind us that this is a period piece.  A modernistic approach written by a woman with a minimalistic staging impressively conveys the essential and timeless themes.

Director Jamie Lloyd has interpreted this analysis with a starkness that makes the stage seem a very lonely place.  There are no sets and no props except for chairs.  The vastness is effectively juxtaposed against Nora’s staggering emotional claustrophobia.  (The lighting descending and ascending seemed an unnecessary distraction to me.)

Academy Award winner Jessica Chastain (The Heiress) is a brilliant Nora, tearfully surviving life yet evidencing a backbone.  Arian Moayed (The Humans) is a revelatory Torvald, not a caricature of a cold man in a cold country.  We believe he loves his wife.  The conventions of the day and a superior morality, however, trump that love.

The terminally ill family friend Dr. Rank is a frequent visitor to their home.  His devotion to Nora is palpable.  The scene between the two of them is one of the true highlights in a production filled with beautiful realized and often heartbreaking moments.  Michael Patrick Thornton’s performance is exceptional.

Okieriete Onaodowan (Hamilton) plays Nils Krogstad, Torvald’s co-worker at the bank and a troublesome villain harboring Nora’s secret.  The shades of meaning given to this character make him an ultimately sympathetic figure.  That is one of the remarkable aspects of this A Doll’s House.  There is sympathy to spare in a world defined by unachievable perfection.

Fifteen minutes before the play begins, Ms. Chastain sits in a plain chair on a revolving turntable.  The audience is assembling.  Her inner angst is contained but notably simmering under the surface.  Other actors join her on their own chairs as the minutes tick by.  A foreboding tension sets the mood for what is to follow.

A Doll’s House has a famous ending which was shocking in its time.  Nora and Torvald eventually arrive at the end of their emotional journey.  Can the modern styling of this interpretation somehow allow for a memorable finale?  The answer to that question is an ecstatic yes.  Gasps are the deserved audience response.  This production is a riveting and deep examination of women and societal norms.  Two additional female characters make sure we hear and sympathize with them as well.

www.adollshousebroadway.com

Describe the Night (Steppenwolf Theatre, Chicago)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Describe the Night is running through  April 9, 2023.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

www.handbagproductions.org

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black odyssey (Classic Stage Company)

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Inspired by its Homeric influence, black odyssey is Marcus Gardley’s personal reimagination of this classic poem.  His take focuses on his people, black Americans, rather than the ancient Greeks.  Instead of beginning at the end of the Trojan War, he starts off after Ulysses Lincoln (Sean Boyce Johnson) serves in Afghanistan.

The gods are playing chess with these humans.  The sea god renamed Paw Sidin (Jimonn Cole) is furious with Ulysses for killing his son in the war.  On the other side of this match is Deus (James T. Alfred) who sends his wife Athena to watch over Ulysses’ family.  Paralleling the original tale, Ulysses has to endure a long and perilous journey at sea when the war ended.  His Harlem family fears he is dead.

There are many moments of seriousness and drama as one would expect.  Amusements are scattered throughout this text as well.  Athena is renamed Aunt Tee (Harriet D. Foy) in this version.  Deus remarks that he should call her Minerva (the Roman god commonly associated with Athena) “because she works my nerves”.  A playfulness imbues this production culminating in a surprisingly appealing musical interlude in the second act.

For this author the American dream is a nightmare “to keep me asleep and broke” adding “now I’m woke”.  That word seems to be a lightning rod in today’s contentious society.  Conservative leaders and media outlets practically froth at the mouth while ridiculing it as an evil to be destroyed.  Here that word brings up-to-date a long arduous journey for a people who endured four hundred years of slavery and its omnipresent aftermath.

Mr. Gardley’s play loosely connects the Odyssey to the epic centuries of the black American experience.  One intimate section finds Ulysses encountering a family stranded on a rooftop.  Their house is surrounded by water.  Surely the government is going to provide assistance.  The appalling Katrina imagery your mind brings to this vividly staged scene cannot be denied.

The script contains an uncountable number of references.  The people, places and things do underscore the epic nature of the storytelling.  They are also tossed out and discarded quickly presumably to mimic the multitudinous details interwoven in the 12,109 lines from the classic poem.

Stevie Walker-Webb directed black odyssey.  The performances are strong across the board.  Visual tableaus command attention including the ingenious usages of the boat (Set Designer David Goldstein).  The tension is palpable and the laughs are big.  The play is a wild hodgepodge of ideas and Mr. Walker-Webb is up to the task just as he was with Ain’t No Mo’ this season.  I look forward to what follows.

There is a cacophony of feverish debate (to be kind) about diversity in the arts these days.  Inclusiveness often materializes as a deafening roar on social media.  How to effectively “see” the broad colors of America.  Just as important, if not more, is to “hear” perspectives from those whose epic journeys vary significantly from one’s own.  Maybe then Ulysses won’t have to wonder why so many people “lose their minds” when they hear the phrase “Black Lives Matter”.

black odyssey is running at the Classic Stage Company through March 26, 2023.

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Tennessee Rising: The Dawn of Tennessee Williams

The Glass MenagerieA Streetcar Named DesireCat on a Hot Tin Roof.  Just three in an awesome string of remarkable and still performed plays from indisputably one of the top American playwrights in the twentieth century.  Tennessee Rising: The Dawn of Tennessee Williams dives into the period leading up to the triumphal success of Menagerie on Broadway.

Much is known about this man.  This solo show opens with Tom (his given name) grabbing a bottle of liquor saying “look what I found”.  Events, people and mental health are explored in a serious yet conversational way.  Tennessee Rising links his formative experiences with the prodigious creative output which followed.

Writer Jacob Storms narrates this memory play as if audience members are invited guests to his parlor.  Travels are recounted with witty asides.  New Orleans is a “languorous Gomorrah”.  Los Angeles features a “grotesque neon waterfall with plastic flowers poking out”.  Regarding his upbringing:  “a Saint Louis burial would be a fate worse than death”.  The “kindness of strangers” is referred to multiple times.

Descriptive language is often interesting during this exploration of literary genius.  Mr. Storms also introduces many relationships which later emerge as classic characters in his plays.  Stanley Kowalski was a coworker at a shoe factory.  A society dame from a party he attended was nicknamed Maggie the Cat.  His sister’s fragility and mental illness informed Laura Wingfield and her menagerie.

The source references become a little overstuffed.  On a beach Tennessee sees an iguana, presumably the visual which years and years later inspired Night of the Iguana.  Much stronger than the one off notations, however, are the deeper dives into key early romantic relationships.

Events leading  up to America’s participation in World War II are touched upon.  While some of that material is familiar, there is a stinging accusation to American capitalists of industry who enabled Hitler.  I recalled an Oscar nominated documentary called A Night at the Garden.  This seven minute found footage was from a packed 1939 Nazi rally in Madison Square Garden.  Americans eagerly signing up for authoritarianism.  This sidebar felt a little off topic but nevertheless colors the period of Tennessee’s formative years.

Fans of juicy gossip will find mentions of Lana Turner, Joan Crawford and Tallulah Bankhead.  Less familiar names such as the poet Hart Crane sent me googling to learn about his influences.  There is a ton of material here – perhaps too much – so depth is sacrificed for inclusion.

Alan Cumming directed Mr. Storms.  At first I was enjoying the suggestive lighting.  The sunlight on the beach in Malibu.  Darker hues at a mental institution.  The effects became piled on too frequently and distracted such as multiple lightning effects.  Visiting a table toward the back of the stage forced the performance away from the listener.

At its core, Tennessee Rising is a thought provoking study into the developing mind of a literary heavyweight.  Listening to phrases like “familial treason” and “maternal jailer” succinctly capture the spirits which haunt Mr. Williams’ finest work.  Fans of this playwright and those seeking a demonstrable connection between personal experience and its influence on the creative process will find much to consider here.

Tennessee Rising: The Dawn of Tennessee Williams is being performed on Sundays through April 2, 2023 in the very impressive newly restored AMT Theater.

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Washington Square (Axis Theatre)

If you have not ventured into an Off-Broadway theater in a while, there are some excellent options currently available.  If you attend regularly try not to miss Washington Square from the Axis Theatre Company.  The production is Grade A storytelling, acting, costuming, lighting and mood setting.

This play is a new adaptation of the 1880 Henry James novel which has been famously and frequently seen as The Heiress.  I saw the Jessica Chastain Broadway version in 2012.  Olivia de Haviland did the Oscar winning film.  The story has topical appeal with its central themes of class, wealth and social status intertwined with women’s freedoms and personal happiness.

One aspect which makes this take so fascinating is the location.  Blocks away from the Washington Square setting, this small Greenwich Village basement really enhances the claustrophobia Catherine must feel cooped up in her tyrannical father’s lavish brownstone.  The curtains are drawn and the mood is dark.

The set consists of two chairs.  No adornments on the walls or floors.  Just lighting and four actors in resplendent period costumes.  A father who hates familiarity.  “It’s vulgar” he says.  Repressed formality is the world here.  Happiness is not a goal.  In this particular closet daughter Catherine lives under strict rule.

The plot is simple.  Father blames overly plain daughter for his wife’s death during childbirth.  He is a domineering grump who bellows “you’re as intelligent as a bundle of shawls”.  His widowed sister lives with them and yearns for a romanticism which eludes her at an advanced age.  She noses her way in anyway when Catherine begins a relationship with a handsome, jobless, penniless suitor.  All the other characters are stripped away in Randy Sharp’s adaptation so the whole meal is a delicious entrée.

The four performances are spot on perfect.  Dee Pelletier is a delightful busybody whose backstory is apparent through her current words and actions.  Both men, George Demas (Doctor) and Jon McCormick (Morris Townsend), are complexly drawn people with nuanced motivations.  Britt Genelin is, quite frankly, breathtaking in the role of Catherine.  All the layers are extraordinarily developed and utterly believable.  Her physicality amazes.  This has to be one of the tightest ensembles on any New York stage right now.

In addition to writing the adaptation, Ms. Sharp directed this return engagement.  You can always count on Axis to set a pitch perfect mood as in their tensely wrought High Noon, the immigrant musical Evening – 1910 and the howling dust bowl setting of Last Man Club.  While always minimalistic yet impressively effective in design, the storytelling and casting are always maximally delivered.  The last seconds of this one are brilliant.  Go.

Washington Square is running through April 1, 2023.

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Becomes A Woman (Mint Theatre)

Francie Nolan was the central character in Betty Smith’s 1943 megahit semi-autobiographical novel A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.  This young girl is bright, keenly observant and a dreamer.  A decade earlier Ms. Smith penned a play Becomes A Woman while at the University of Michigan with a main character also named Francie Nolan.  This work has never been published or produced until now.

This production is typical of discoveries made by the Mint Theatre Company.  A forgotten work from the past.  Seeking out female authors.  An old three act structure.  Warmly evocative sets and costumes.  Largely memorable performances.  And, most importantly, a revelatory glimpse back in time.

What was going on in Ms. Smith’s mind?  This play focuses its theme on the burdens women face under the expectations of men.  Bosses, husbands, fathers, brothers and suitors crowd the psyche.  A coworker tells Francie “a girl has to really like a man before she gets intimate with him, but a man has to get really intimate with a girl before he likes her”.  That viewpoint is hardly archaic which greatly enhances exploration within this time capsule.

Why was this play never produced despite winning a prestigious award at Michigan?  Early 1930’s America was beginning to clamp down on transgressive themes.  The Hollywood code was right around the corner.  Premarital sex (for women) was verboten by religions, by parents and by societal pressures.  How a young lady is expected to navigate her life within that world is the play’s milieu.

The story itself is not particularly revelatory as the expected joys and horrors of becoming a woman are examined.  Really interesting, however, is burying this thoughtful study from view by the morality police.  I’m not suggesting a direct intervention hurt this play’s chances but a patriarchal hierarchy coupled with religious zealotry certainly influenced what should be acceptable for public consumption.  As our country clamps down once again on what it views as transgressive, Becomes A Woman seems a timely dose of historical perspective.

Emma Pfitzer Price admirably inhabited Francie’s emergence from naive dreamer to open eyed realist.  Her parents were recognizable stereotypes but given depth by the excellence of Jeb Brown and Antoinette LaVecchia.  Store coworkers Gina Daniels and a period perfect Pearl Rhein nicely assisted in setting the time and place.  The “villains” were, as you would expect, slimy and familiar tropes.

Add Becomes A Woman to the Mint’s lengthy win column.  I’ve added A Tree Grows in Brooklyn to my lengthy reading list.

Becomes A Woman is playing at New York City Center through March 18, 2023.  Also highly recommended are previous productions which are streamed for free online.  Currently there are two available:  George Kelly’s Philip Goes Forth and Lillian Hellman’s Days to Come.

www.minttheater.org

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TEST, Death of a Salesman: A New Play & Swinging on the Seine

FRIGID Fringe Festival 2023 (Part 5)

The 17th Annual FRIGID Fringe Festival is underway in New York City.  This three week event is an open and uncensored downtown theater festival that gives artists an opportunity to let their ingenuity thrive in a venue that values freedom of expression and artistic determination.  Many of this year’s performances are livestreamed so there are ample opportunities to see some Indie theater works and support the artists who develop and perform them.

TEST

Imagine going to a job interview at a prestigious corporation and you are asked about your sexual orientation.  Whether or not you have friends.  If you a prone to sweating.  Elin Rahnev’s play TEST presents such a future state.

You might view this entire scenario as a far-fetched science fiction nightmare.  You might presume it’s inevitable based on current trends.  Either interpretation (or both) works in support of a well developed creepy tale of Big Brother at its slimiest.

This company prefers unmarried workers.  If one’s wife complains about a broken refrigerator, the employee cannot focus on their work.  Those predisposed to obesity could undermine the company’s prestige.  Don’t like the questions in this interview?  “You can simply get out of the chair and let someone else who is waiting eagerly outside to sit in it.”  This new reality is vividly painted in sarcasm.  “Do you know how many years it takes to sit in this divinely blessed chair?”

TEST is certainly cynical, perhaps a bit angry, wittily critical and astutely topical.  Color coding the questions into segments did not seem additive but the kooky tone remained consistent.  The accomplished performances delivered by Maria N. Angelova and Vitan Pravtchev were tightly constructed within the loosely staged framework.  The production, directed by the author Mr. Rahnev, nicely showcased the absurdity while allowing the underlying horror to manifest itself.

All interviews come to an end and it was not clear whether this one would fizzle out despite its clever conceit.  That did not happen.  TEST ratcheted up the insanity with memorable plot twists and a welcome hint towards a larger story.  Maybe that’s what the future holds.

 

Death of a Salesman: A New Play

Absurdist sarcasm does not begin to describe this bizarrely conceived and improbably winning riff on chasing the American dream.  Referencing the masterwork by Arthur Miller, Death of a Salesman: A New Play updates the quaint door to door salesman from the middle of last century to the entrepreneurial culture of the present.

This version ridicules the high wired youthful get-rich-quick schemers of today in combination with the green movement.  A Kickstarter campaign for Eco-ennis Tennis Balls raised one hundred thousand dollars.  One year later the founder and his head of sales are still maniacally obsessed with driving their business model.  Money has run out, however, and they are eating poorly, to say the least.

The hilariously delusional are the main targets here.  Wacky entrepreneurial pitches can sound like brilliant notions when hyped properly.  These caricatures know they are onto something big.  When a player hits a tennis ball outside the fence there are ramifications.  A raccoon might eat it and die.  Players routinely hit a few outside each time they go on court. Eco-ennis tennis balls to the rescue!

Money is running out so a pivot is required.  Nothing screams entrepreneurial genius like a well-timed pivot as the market responds negatively.  Instead of saving animals, let’s message the best bouncing ball ever.  Success is just around the corner!  “Do you think we’ll miss the hustle when we’re rich?” is the suppositious question posed by these impoverished yet imagined captains of industry.

Playwright Austen Halpern-Graser adds a hallucination or two which abruptly turns this play from silly satire into macabre goofiness.  Is the founder experiencing lunatic visions or a real life terrifying inspiration for the next pivot?  No matter.  It’s just business after all, where people “eat each other’s faces”.  Important takeaway:  “whoever swallows first, wins”.

 

Swinging on the Seine

D’yan Forest is 88.  She puts that fact “out there right away in case I don’t make it through the show”.  She has a certificate from Guinness World Records as the Oldest Working Female Comedian.  Her coming of age is the framework.  Her vagina and, more specifically, her clitoris is the focus.

“Tonight I’m going to talk and not do swinging,” she tells her amused audience, “unless that’s what you’re into”.  Another punchline follows.  “Bet you regret sitting in the front row.”  This cabaret cum comedic sex drenched travelogue is good natured naughtiness.  The audience laughed merrily with her.

The definition of swinging from the title is very clear from the outset.  After divorcing a husband, Ms. Forest went to Paris. The journey is recalled as a “bumpy ride” quickly followed with “I did a lot of riding”.  The show comes across as a confessional salon in your sprightly grandmother’s parlor starring the horniest version of Betty White imaginable.

Pearls of wisdom from someone who recruited Parisian men to give her ecstasies galore are shared.  “Unlike conservative America the French didn’t need to fuck themselves” as “they were fucking each other”.  Poetic turns include “He was male / He was French / He knew what to do on a riverside bench”.

In between lovers, instruments are played and songs are sung.  Some rewrites are inevitable.  The French classic Frere Jacques becomes “I’m a cougar”.  Ms. Forest is certainly up-to-date sexually if you were wondering.  “When in Paris” she lists “do unto him, do unto her, do unto they for all that matters”.  This show is high energy, surreal, sweetly raunchy and likely extremely dangerous to the well-being of conservative prudes everywhere.

Performances at the Frigid Fringe Festival are running through March 5, 2023.  Two dozen shows are performed multiple times at either the Kraine Theater or UNDER St Mark’s.  Tickets can also be purchased for many shows via livestreaming as well.

www.frigid.nyc