tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63630796575138903122024-03-13T04:29:54.190-07:00A Year of Shakespeare in NYCLilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-40958900001501554462010-09-01T05:15:00.000-07:002010-09-01T05:15:07.192-07:00Nature is overratedShakespeare in the Park has spawned various Learian children, some more worthy of their noble parentage than others. This summer we've seen Shakespeare in the Parking Lot (both <i>Love's Labor's Lost</i>, and <i>Julius Caesar</i>), Shakespeare in the Pagoda (<i>Romeo & Juliet</i>), and Shakespeare on Governor's Island (<i>Macbeth</i>), not to mention a few other performances in Central Park not affiliated with The Public Theater. I'm relieved that theaters will be opening up their doors again to let in this rained upon, sore-bottomed refugee. I'm tired of not hearing half the play. Tired of envying the wiseacres who showed up 45 minutes before showtime to grab the few seats on offer. Tired of shooshing and being shooshed. Of mosquito spray and wood chips. I confess: a summer of Shakespeare out in the open and I have become a grouchy, conservative purist. I'll take my Bard straight-up thank you, no Central park rocks for me.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-77048094448415613272010-07-29T06:09:00.000-07:002010-07-29T06:30:03.413-07:00Henry VI Part IIII agree--this Henry was terrific. It reminded me of an Ionesco play in a way. The play began with a chair dropping from the rafters and landing with a thud on the floor as audience members were chatting away from their seats. Then another hit. I noticed a pile of them were pushed off to one corner of the theater.<br /><br />The story of the play is less complicated than it appears. There are dozens, or seemingly hundreds of characters here, but it is basically the story of Henry who, in his sunset years, no longer has the desire for the hurly-burly of governing:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#e0e3ef;" ></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#e0e3ef;" >My crown is called content:<br />A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy</span><b><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#e0e3ef;">.</span></b></blockquote><br />His wife, meanwhile, sees this weakness as a threat to their royal line, and a band of usurpers want the crown for themselves. There is a remarkable amount of side-switching.<br /><br />This production is propelled by some terrific acting. It was full of subtle, tiny gestures, like Henry's reluctant sigh when he once again must remove his crown, that stay safely away from over-doing it.<br /><br />The play ends on a note that stayed with me. Henry ends the play slain, and blood pours from the ceiling dripping on his flattened body. The play ends, the actors take their bows, and still there he lies, and still the blood pours, a metaphor for the chaos that the politicking in the play as unleashed on society.<br /><br />Before writing this post, I have to say that I scoured the Internet for reviews of productions of this play. Unsurprisingly perhaps, I could find none. If Henry 6 Part 3 is as capable of holding productions as terrific as this one, let's hope the future newspapers are filled with reviews of thsi playDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-15748553202305020562010-07-28T16:52:00.000-07:002010-07-28T16:59:44.387-07:00Hooray for HenryI didn't even manage to check the program once during Wide Eyed Production's <i>Henry VI, part 3</i>. It was three hours long, and the third part of a history play I knew nothing about yet the play had me hooked from the moment the action began with a chair falling onto the stage from the rafters.<br /><br />Chairs were the only props, and an over-sized throne that was alternately used to represent a rampart or a torture device reminded me of a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0JvF9vpqx8">Tom Petty music video</a>. This association may have been encouraged by a long-haired Nat Cassidy cast as Henry IV. <br /><br />This was seriously excellent acting across the board. People died drawn out deaths proclaiming fabulous lines and managed not to seem melodramatic parodies ("Is nothing left me but my body's length" asks Warwick...). <br /><br />The production decisions, from the carefully considered costumes to the utterly new reinvention of blood-spattering in the finale, were executed impeccably throughout providing the kind of stage support that really good actors deserve. Though all the performers, including the boy Rutland (Anthony Doqaj) were outstanding, of particular note were Moses Villarama as Clifford and Ben Newman as the future Richard III. Kelly McCrann also added an important note of naïveté to her role as Lady Grey/Queen Elizabeth. This was the best tragedy I've seen so far (a rich man's <i>Titus Andronicus</i>), and only partly thanks to the Bard.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-39847381853046604042010-07-28T10:38:00.000-07:002010-07-28T10:39:23.516-07:00Annualists, if not completistsWhile we struggle to balance busy summer schedules with New York City's penchant for more Midsummer Night's Dreams, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/16/theater/16completists.html?partner=rssnyt&emc=rss">here</a>'s a story dear to my heart. I find myself jealous of the folks featured here who have now completed their quest to see every Shakespeare play. It took them 20 years.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-42504255934468010632010-07-18T19:09:00.000-07:002010-07-18T19:15:46.262-07:00Love's Labour's LostWhile <i>Love's Labour's Lost</i> suggests that living beauties better deserve contemplation than books, I found myself quietly reading at the edge of the Drilling Company's recent Shakespeare in the Parking Lot production. I didn't want to. I just couldn't hear most of the play. The snatches of speeches I was able to catch seemed compelling, and Jordan Feltner in particular managed to project his voice consistently despite the obvious challenges of sirens and s.u.v.s pulling in and out of the parking lot. <br /><br />There was a Chinese teenage couple nearby bitterly angry with one another who wandered through the lot and then stood at the edge, anguished in their frustration with one another. First he would hang on the wire fence showing cruel indifference, then with her fingers wagging in his face, she berated him. His arms crossed angrily over his chest he seemed at times to approach her and then suddenly to repell her as his anger rose to meet hers. I watched these two alternately between pages of my book. Sometimes the play grabbed my attention too. But the theater of life was just that much more compelling even if it was only the backdrop. The bright street lamps provided such comfortable night lights that I was still grateful to the Drilling Company for making the space habitable. But I was hardly convinced by Shakespeare's play that reading books is any less of a way to engage the world than acting in it.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-77733181892972886822010-07-10T10:34:00.000-07:002010-07-10T11:07:14.368-07:00New York Classical Theatre's Richard IIII am more and more coming to believe that the New York Classical Theatre company is one of the real gems of this city. We saw an earlier production of theirs--<a href="http://http://bardonthehudson.blogspot.com/2010/04/watching-hamlet-through-potted-plant.html">Hamlet, at the World Financial Center</a>--and it has still stuck with me, particularly the way that they transformed the mall-like confines of the WFC into a castle in Denmark.<br /><br />The last play we saw of theirs was Richard III, a sprawling complicated work about the bloodlines of the British royals. The play is a long one, and the NYCT confidently pared it down so that we were out of there just after dusk. <br /><br />There is something supremely democratic about these productions. The audience is not full of nodding graybeards, or "theater people" but New Yorkers of all kinds who munch on food and bring their dogs, and the shows gather more people as they go on.<br /><br />I think my favorite part about them however is they insert their lines into the text in order to move the audience from place to place around (in this case) Central Park or use directions found in the play and highlight those to give us our cue. In Hamlet, for example, when Claudius ask Hamlet where Polonius is, he calmly responds, "In the lobby," and on cue, we are all rose to our feet and hustled down there where the next scene was awaiting us.<br /><br />These lines happened throughout Richard III. "Sit down," one character says, and then, emphatically, when the crowd seems unwilling to follow, he repeats, "SIT DOWN!!"<br /><br />"Make way for the king," another goes, as the king comes up from behind the audience, and we all scooched to make a path for him.<br /><br />One final note: Sean Haggerty played Richard in this performance, and played him marvelously, in all of his sweaty, twitchy, conniving glory.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-78339790879954376782010-07-08T11:17:00.001-07:002010-07-08T11:17:46.785-07:00Across the bridgeAn update to our own responses to the Bridge projects' plays:<br />
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/30/arts/30iht-lon30.html?partner=rssnyt&emc=rssLilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-18070610789494754802010-06-21T19:46:00.000-07:002010-06-21T19:54:15.996-07:00Girl fight!It's too bad girls don't like each other much in Shakespeare. It would be nice if our clever bard had left a few more words of wisdom for his female followers that weren't about feuding sisters abandoning senile fathers to the elements, or ladies threatening to dash babies' brains out.<br />
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Maybe it was the Secret Theatre's staging of <i>The Taming of the Shrew</i> that got me thinking about Shakespeare's gals. Their fun interpretation put a Mormon spin on the famous morality play, casting Petruccio in a particularly sinister light as a Warren Jeffs look-alike played by Richard McDonald. Kate mercilessly led her sister Bianca onstage by a rope, and clawed at her father for his indifference. (Brief aside: the hair design was a stroke of <a href="http://media3.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/photo/2008/04/25/PH2008042500936.jpg">sublime genius</a>). <br />
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In the many <i>Midsummer Night's Dream</i>s we've seen lately Helena and Hermia are always directed to communicate midsummer in jealous high-pitched shrieks. Last night's production in Central Park was no exception. The Gorilla Rep's disappointing romp in the park in conjunction with an all-Norwegian cast of actors was no <i>Smiles of a Summer Night</i>. Actors sped so fast through their lines while galumphing around on the grass that I was glad I knew what the play was about, since it was impossible to get much sense of it from their deliveries.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-76954508896435478682010-06-16T18:37:00.000-07:002010-06-16T18:57:14.049-07:00Midsummer Nights' Dreams and Dreams and DreamsIdentity, and desire, and taste are fickle things, A Midsummer Night's Dreams says.<br /><br />The Mortal Folly's production was the better of the two, I agree with you on that, L. It was the group's first production, not just of this season, but of any season, and there was a real electricity and energy to the performance. My favorite bit, besides the music that you rightly point out was pretty top notch, was how dirty everyone was by the end of their time in Arden. This wasn't no roll around on the Great Lawn; those escaping kids went full-on into the wild.<br /><br />What I liked about the Firecat show was that I didn't expect to like it very much. This is one of the odd and underlooked elements of the aesthetic experience, I think--the element of surprise. I looked around at that sparsely crowded theater, and then the players coming on stage--in what you correctly refer to as jazz shoes and body paint--and my eyes took a loooonnng roll.<br /><br />But I found their take oddly captivating and courageous. It's the middlest of the summer here, the height of the theater season, and I don't think anyone is doing Shakespeare quite like Firecat was. And despite all its oddity--everyone on stage, the actors not facing the audience, all the players smushed against one another and moving about as if a single organism--the actors totally had me in thrall to the story.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-13981688166323193292010-06-14T05:15:00.000-07:002010-06-14T05:15:19.053-07:00Midsummer Night's Dream: "Thou Art Translated"If the Henry history plays were the most popular during Shakespeare's time, what does it meant that, in New York, Midsummer Night's Dream far outstrips the bard's other plays in sheer number of productions? Did the financial crash make us dash headlong into the Edenic Athenian woods because all mistakes are fixable and the benevolence of Puck and Oberon's white magic is the order of the day? Or is it the Shakespearean Sex in the City and have our appetites for sensuality and love become so universal that troupes are afraid of putting on anything else? Certainly, it's a great play. But with two more on the roster just for the month of June, it strikes me there has to be a reason for its contemporary popularity. <br />
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Mortal Folly Theatre's version directed by Katherine Harte-DeCoux was certainly my favorite of the two. Firecat's abridged production made some curious choices (like having the actors speak all their lines to the horizon and not to one another) but I'm afraid their body paint and jazz shoes seemed to be less tongue-in-cheek than earnest high-school pantomime, though I think David may disagree with this. Check out the cast shot <a href="http://firecatnyc.com/Cast.html">http://firecatnyc.com/Cast.html</a>. <br />
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Mortal Folly's production ("What fools these mortals be" proclaims Puck) was wonderful in the forest. The actors really enjoyed playing, they had a great one-woman orchestra who seamlessly combined cello and kazoo, and they included an adorable child to represent Hippolyta's "stolen" Indian boy, who was entirely left out of the other versions we've seen. The "changeling boy's" presence added an innocent touch to the Rubenesque sensuality of the feathery, ferny, fleshy forest, showing how the theater can be just as bewitching for its actors as for its audience.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-57319829402462461442010-06-11T07:27:00.000-07:002010-06-11T09:27:27.780-07:00More on Fiasco<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Two images stick with me from Twelfth Night last weekend.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One, when Sir Andrew Aguecheek, played by a wonderfully campy Haas Regen (Aside: why does good Shakespeare we've seen seem to have at least one campy part? ) decides he has had enough of Olivia's (Georgia Cohen) moaning after Cesario (Annie Purcell) and is quitting the boisterous castle where he and Sir Toby (Andy Grotelueschen) have been making merriment. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He comes on stage with a driver's scarf wrapped around his neck, and goggles perched on his head, and proceeds to take a table placed in the middle of the stage--this production's only real prop--turn it on its side and attach four bicycle wheels to each of the corners, as if he is preparing to drive off. Toby talks him out of it, by telling him,</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" > </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(224, 227, 239);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >She did show favour to the youth in your sight only</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >to exasperate you, to awake your dormouse valour, to</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> put fire in your heart and brimstone in your liver.</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br />But the little detail of having Andrew overturn the table, and screw the wheels onto its sides shows the thought and care that went into this play</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The second image that remains in my mind nearly a week after seeing the play occurred a few moments after. At one point I remember looking up from the action to the audience seated on risers around the stage. The AC had gone out by that point, it was a sweltering city summer night, and all of the fifty or so people had turned their playbills into makeshift hand fans. From where we sat, it looked like the whole audience was a-flutter, waving dozens of tiny wings, but all remained riveted to the play going on beneath them<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><blockquote></blockquote></span></span></span>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-53449318227832304822010-06-08T03:49:00.000-07:002010-06-08T08:42:00.739-07:00"Greatness thrust upon them"Fiasco Theater's <i>Twelfth Night</i> was the liveliest, most entertaining play we've seen yet. It was an unbearably sweltering night when we saw the production, and audience members were flapping away with fans and programs to provide a little relief, but it didn't detract a hair from the boisterous, funny, and at times touching performance. The actors knew how to use the full range of their vocal capacities, but didn't just yell their way through the lines. Haas Regen lustily caroused as Sir Andrew, Ben Steinfeld sang gorgeous surprising ditties, and Elizabeth King-Hall was devious and fetching as the serving maid Maria. I could go on. Each actor brought vitality and sheer joy to their parts--even Paul L. Coffey who got stuck with the role of the gullible and foolish Malvolio.<br /><br />The program tell a story about this cast which reveals almost universal participation in the Brown/Trinity graduate acting program. Though it's unclear when they graduated, what it suggested to me was that the actors and directors (Noah Brody and Ben Steinfeld) have spent a lot of time thinking about how to do contemporary theater well. Part of it involved, perhaps counter-intuitively, being relaxed. No difference was made between the stage and the theater and actors seamlessly transitioned from standing around during intermission and chatting with one another to performing the play's second act. They pulled off audience participation (we actually sang a round together!) without any of the usual reluctance that frequently occurs in such instances. And despite all the fun they seemed to be having, the gentle themes of the play--estranged siblings, unrequited love--were so delicately handled, waves of admiring awe rippled through the audience at the brief moments when there was a lull in the laughter.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-63669350568535910442010-06-03T10:10:00.000-07:002010-06-04T14:49:00.460-07:00The Storm Theatere and Blackfriars Repertory Theatre's As You Like ItAfter a few months of doing this, I have come to realize that there are three kinds of Shakespearean productions in New York City. For lack of an official taxonomy, let's call them the Pros, the Competents, and the Amateurs.<br /><br />The Pros are obvious. There is a thick line between them and the Competents. The Pros perform on or near Broadway (or at BAM). You can tell a Pro by the ticket price, and by the sets, and usually by the actors too, whose names are recognizable from the stage and screen.<br /><br />The Amateurs are pretty obvious, but it usually takes until you actually get to the theater to realize that you are in fact in the presence of The Amateurs. The first tip that you are in for an Amateur is that the theater is mostly empty, and those few hardly souls who do make it out are clearly friends and family. An Amateur will often run for one weekend. The actors <span style="font-style: italic;">speedthroughtheirlineslikethisasiftheywereanxiousfortheplaytobeoverandthecastpartytobegin.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>The cast bios in the playbill for an amateur typically say something like "Melissa (Juliet) is sooo excited to be in her first production with the Madcap Theatre Company!!!! She wants to thank her extra special muffin Tom for all his support!!!!<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"<br /><br /></span></span>The Competents, meanwhile, will never be mistaken for The Pros, but it would be foolish to lump them together with The Amateurs as well.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span>The actor bios may be just as thin, but on stage, they seem to be actually enjoying themselves.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></span>The production is confident, and take risks, that may not always succeed, but at least are taken<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">. </span></span>These are the real gems of this endeavor seeing all of Shakespeare in a year, because they delight and surprise, as in, <span style="font-style: italic;">who knew there could be such great theater on<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> 11th Avenue?<br /></span></span></span><span><span><span><br />The Blackfriars' production of As You Like is a member of this last group. As You Like It is a slightly slight play about sibling rivalry and female friendship, but this production pulses with life. The minor characters--Le Beau, played with campy originality by Gregory Couba, and Touchstone, played Dinh Doan--move the production along. Jacques, a lord attending to Duke Senior, is played by Peter Dobbins with wonderfully morbid, languor. His, "All the world's a stage," speech is emitted with a sigh, as if its a play he cant wait to see over.<br /><br />Perhaps Dobbins through has sat through a few plays by the Amateurs.</span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span><br /><br /></span><br /></span>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-74999730340586378952010-05-17T17:45:00.000-07:002010-05-17T17:51:15.581-07:00Sweet RevengeIs there a way to resolve a dispute without revenge? Or does all resolution in Shakespeare have to conform strictly to either comedy or tragedy? Is the only way out of a vengeful finale to set the characters dancing sillily round a maypole? <br />
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In the Hudson Guild Theater's <i>Hamlet</i> and the Red Monkey Theater Group's <i>Romeo and Juliet</i> that we saw this weekend, the only way to solve a quarrel seems to be in death. Everyone is out for vengeance. Hamlet, Laertes, Romeo, Paris, Tybalt... and in the latter production, the choice of setting, the Wild West of the American 1870s, accentuates the bloodthirsty underpinnings of a play remembered mostly for being about love. <br />
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Yes, Shakespeare's plots might feel like rickety old scaffolding for marvelous language, but if Shakespeare is so adept at spanning the entirety of human emotions with his words, why are his stories so predictable?Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-29579732084389185872010-05-13T08:43:00.000-07:002010-05-13T13:05:17.556-07:00Secret ShakespeareThe Secret Theatre is so-named because it sits on an unremarkable stretch of Long Island City, underneath the 7 train and far far removed from the Great White Way. Theatregoers sip on bottles of Yuengling at a tables set up by the entrance while a few hardy souls (from an in-rehearsal troupe practicing nearby, I surmise) grill on a barbecue.<br /><br />The real delights though happen inside the stage. BOTH saw their production of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Tempest</span> on closing night, and there was a palpable energy in the audience. The production feels like a piece of modern dance as much as it does a play. Ariel is played by not one not two not three but four young women, who speak in unison but move not, and who lend a spritely air to the production. the primary prop is a long purple rope which hangs from a pipe, and which the Ariels use to flip around in, much as a gymnast would.<br /><br />If there is a false note here, it's Richard Mazda, who plays Prospero. He is angry Prospero rather than a wise one, and Mazda sped through his lines so quickly you would have thought he was anxious for this delightful little run to be overDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-30293564939614845822010-05-04T07:36:00.000-07:002010-05-04T07:37:02.566-07:00Propping up ShakespeareWe haven't written much about props here, however the American Bard Theater Company made me realize how important they can be to a successful play. Like the secondary plots in many Shakespearean comedies, props, though only playing supporting roles, can still make or break a show (see my comment on BAM's "Tempest"). Since "Much Ado About Nothing" is filled with light flirtation, it was apt that the moon appeared via a small pulley which cranked a flimsy but gorgeous cardboard globe into the sky. Like a paper lantern on a spring evening, it swayed, fragile above the stage, honestly confessing to the improvisational nature of off-off broadway theater. Rather than hiding the artifice of theatrical dressings, actors decorated the arbors with swathes of material at different moments in the play to convey the changes in scene and occasion. Sometimes it is precisely this amateur quality of theater that brings its freshness and joy, and of particular note was Andrew Eisenman in the role of Benedick who brought just the right amount of levity to the role to keep us gently amused.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-23547945627072740862010-04-30T08:19:00.000-07:002010-04-30T09:16:36.308-07:00Much Ado About NothingThere is a distinction in poetry between poems that rhyme and poems where simply the last word of each line (or every other line or whatever) rhyme. Rhyming poems, done well, have meter and rhythm and music. Poems where the last syllable of the last word of each line happen to share a syllable feel forced.<br /><br />That's the way I feel about most productions of Shakespeare that are draped in non-Elizabethan costume and stage set. It's as if the director is adding a dash of self-conscious "edge" and shoving the play into an idea that they think good Shakespeare does.<br /><br />All of which is to say I groaned a little bit when Don Pedro, Claudio and Benedick show up in Messina clothed in soldier's dress circa 1939, and somewhere in the distance a grammophone unwinds. But the American Bard Theater Company's production of "Much Ado About Nothing," actually used the period set to good effect. The playbill told us that the men were returning to Italy at the end of the Spanish Civil War. At the end of the play, Don John, the evil half-brother has absconded, but is returning "with armed men."<br /><br />But the wedding feast goes on.<br /><a name="5.4.130"><br />"Think not on him till to-morrow," Benedick says, "</a><a name="5.4.131"></a><a name="5.4.132">Strike up, pipers.</a>"<br />They dance on, oblivious to the disaster that will soon interrupt their happy garden party.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-32816508922933408032010-04-28T18:28:00.000-07:002010-04-28T18:28:00.311-07:00The Case for GuiltWe usually think that feeling guilty is pretty unproductive, but watching the Frog and Peach Theatre Company's <i>Macbeth</i> on the tail of <i>Hamlet</i> suggests that guilt propelled Shakespeare to pen some of his most famous lines. <br />
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Hamlet and Macbeth are plagued by guilt even when only considering acting badly, and while Queen Gertrude and Lady Macbeth come to guilt more slowly, some of their most famous speeches are born from their apprehension of such personal reckonings. Guilt comes to these characters as visual hallucinations--the "dagger of the mind," the ghost of Hamlet's father, Lady Macbeth's bloody hands--partly because theater is a visual art and we must be made to <i>see</i> the guilt rather than only hear of it. Yet it is the guilt which makes them human, evoking that pity which Aristotle deemed essential to good (and socially beneficial) tragedy, so while Hamlet and Macbeth have certainly "supped full of horrors" in ways most of us can never imagine, their mental torments are familiar to us. After Macbeth slays Duncan, he comes wretched to Lady Macbeth asking "Wherefore could I not pronounce 'Amen'?" Certainly we all might recognize and take caution from our failures to speak the right words at the right time. When Duncan tells a soldier: "So well thy words become thee as thy wounds," we might likewise wish to be thus applauded.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-74585039377622394462010-04-27T18:32:00.000-07:002010-04-27T18:45:29.978-07:00More on Those Potted PlantsI must confess: I am a sucker for site-specific art and performance. Put me in front of a song-and-dance show, and after a while, I check my watch. Put that song-and-dance show in front of abandoned warehouse or empty field or out on the boulevards somewhere, and,well, sold.<br /><br />That said, I was a little dubious about this one. The World Financial Center, at least in my mind, is so, blegh. Maybe its the proximity to the equally blegh Battery Park City, or the PF Chang's (or whatever) and their ilk that occupy by the ground floor, but the place always just seemed like exhibit A in the mallification of Manhattan.<br /><br />Hamlet here however really made me look at the building in a new way. Not just the light coming in off the harbor and lighting up the food court, but the way the actors framed different parts of the structure. The building still looks cheaply made, but, behind Hamlet, it looks cheaply made in the way that a stage set looks cheaply made. With its columns and marble floors, the royals of Denmark made the WFC seem almost regal.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-11622480167816808532010-04-22T17:38:00.000-07:002010-04-22T17:43:20.478-07:00Watching Hamlet through a potted plantThe irony was not lost on me that the first free production of Shakespeare we’ve seen was staged in various spaces of the World Financial Center. This democratic and innovative approach meant that New York Classical Theatre’s <i>Hamlet</i> drew an audience of over 150 people, all of whom parked their tushes on various spots of the WFC’s well-polished floors, willingly heaving themselves up when directed to follow the actors to the next impromptu stage. <br />
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It was good that the play is so well known since the audience certainly provided its own distracting sideshow. Audience members shuffled along with Starbucks’ lattes or kids in tow, and one of my temporary neighbors brought sunflower seeds in a plastic bag which he shelled, rustled, and chewed throughout Hamlet’s encounter with his father’s ghost. Such intimacies forged a strong sense of community, asserting theater's animate and pertinent spirit, in a way that the internet never can.<br />
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Yet more meaningfully, the site of the performance blurred the lines between the theatrical world and the world we all inhabit. Which of course means including the unpleasant truths of The Gap and American Express. But such an approach also encompassed the gorgeous red sunlight that poured down equally on audience and actors alike, transforming all into glowing refractions in some larger play of mystery. The world and the play with its ghosts just down the street at the site of the World Trade Center, gave the seemingly random choice of location a surprising profundity which touched the realm of feeling more than that of thought. (Fortinbras echoes this when he bemoans: O proud Death,/ What feast is toward in thine eternal cell/ That thou so many princes at a shot/ So bloodily hast struck?“) As the play’s content tended towards death, so did the world around us darken. But when Hamlet (the masterful Justin Blanchard) delivered his peroration upon death, visitors in the WFC ascended on escalators out of sight to some celestial afterlife where, as Queen Gertrude (powerfully acted by Rita Rehn) says of Hamlet, we all “with the incorporal air do hold discourse.”Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-3837547338395393142010-04-16T04:53:00.001-07:002010-04-16T05:23:44.553-07:00Dear Mr. Pacino:Dear Mr. Pacino:<br /><br />I have always admired your work from afar, so it pains me to be the one to tell you this. <br />In case you are away, working on some movie or some such and haven't been able to follow the off-off(off?) Broadway scene here in New York, you should know that your name and reputation are being dragged through the mud.<br />Let me explain.<br />Currently, the American Theatre of Actors is performing Henry V. On the playbill, on the back, under, "This production has been made possible by," along with the usual foundations, appears your name.<br />Now, while I don't know how much you did to make this production possible--and I suspect not much--I also don't know if you've ever got a chance to see it. <br />I hope not, but if you did, I am sure you would petition to have your name nowhere near this thing. For Mr. Pacino, the ATA's recent production of Henry V may be the most wretched thing on a New York stage, since, well, the ATA's production of Taming of the Shrew.<br />I hesitate to even call this thing a play. This is actors--a term I use advisedly--showing that they have memorized their lines, woodenly waiting until one has finished before, with a sigh, beginning their own oration. When a conversation happens between the players, they may as well be talking to a wall. The actors literally bang on their chests as if in a neanderthal parody. It is a production without a point or a pulse.<br />Mr. Pacino, if you truly had any part in making this play possible, stop. If you did not, and your name has somehow been attached to it without your consent, do everything you can, please, to redress this injustice.<br />Your reputation can survive another Devil's Advocate.<br />No way it survives any more by ATA.Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-4574422203668725992010-04-14T18:36:00.000-07:002010-04-14T18:42:45.819-07:00War is not all talk<i>Henry V</i>, though one of the best known history plays, still presents a challenge when it comes to staging since the crowd scenes require some imaginative directorial moves. Unfortunately ATA's lifeless production lacked more than just imagination. Actors had successfully memorized the lines but their affectless delivery compounded with long periods of virtual immobility made the play's full three and a half hours excruciating to sit through. Gluttons for punishment, and loyal to our cause, we did so nonetheless, emerging starved and furious upon the end of a spring night with a lot more fire in our tirades than in the rants the French and English soldiers threw at one another. They were supposed to be showing a real battle, and they didn't even smolder. That the performance furthermore started at least fifteen minutes late was an added affront, explainable only by the fact that there were sixteen people including us in the audience. After intermission that had whittled down to eleven. The actors who made the play passably tolerable at rare moments were Kate Tenetko in the role of Hostess Nell, Cory Hibbs as Pistol, and Tobias Shaw as the Dauphin. My advice to them is to run a million miles from another ATA production. Sadly this is the second one we've seen and it certainly didn't make up for the last.<br />
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Thankfully, the next day we saw Peter Brook's refreshing interpretation of several sonnets in <i>Love is my sin</i> and were reminded how simple good acting can be. With careful and sincere gesture Michael Pennington in particular showed the sheer range of emotion that a simple face and body can transmit. I'd see him do the entire <i>Henry V</i> as a one-man show any day.Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-17957027510310536582010-04-08T09:04:00.000-07:002010-04-08T09:14:39.622-07:00"Both right and sinister"The idea of casting Zephyer Rep's "Midsummer Night's Dream" with an all-female cast seems an appropriate way to update a play once acted entirely by men. Such a transformation has the promise of undermining the play's heterosexual underpinnings, which are pretty solid despite its brief flirtation with bestiality. Kymm Zuckert (Bottom) and Caroline Kessler (Lysander) amp up this production's queer innuendos by sporting black leather and chains, but despite the potential offered in the play's dialog--"I am a man as other men are"--the play reinforced gender roles rather than calling them much into question. Lysander repeatedly grabbed and pointed to "his" crotch, and Helena and Hermia engaged in such a screeching "girl fight" that it was virtually impossible to understand a word of what was said. This production made clear that it is not enough to have a clever concept for re-envisioning Shakespeare--the words too must be interpreted so that the conceit is more than merely superficial. Why set the play in the 80s for instance?Lilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12275827598022572159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-26365018900751690512010-04-04T12:53:00.000-07:002010-04-04T13:36:20.159-07:00More Midsummer in MidspringIn our enthusiasm for the Blessed Unrest production of Midsummer Night's Dream, we forgot I think to talk about the actual play.<br /><br />Midsummer Night's Dream is often performed and its plot convoluted, so, in brief, it is the story of two couples' courting complications after they wander into the fairy woods and run across impish supernaturals there.<br /><br />"The course of true love never did run smooth," Lysander says to Hermia after her father forbids their wedding, and indeed, although the play is often dismissed as light romp (probably written for a marriage ceremony) it seems to me to say something profound about the nature of human love. "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind," says Helena, but according to the play, love is neither. Once Puck places the love-in-idleness flower on Lysander, his affection for Hermia, an affection that previously they were both willing to die for, is re-directed.<br /><br />Is the point here that someone all love, or all human feeling, is mysterious or even arbitrary? Helena has a serious of tricks to woo Demetrius, including revealing her friends' elopement plans, but not until he too is struck by the flower does he come around.<br /><br />Thoughts?Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363079657513890312.post-20131493973222147632010-04-01T14:48:00.000-07:002010-04-01T15:17:29.528-07:00Blessed UnrestAgreed.<br /><br />This Midsummer Night's Dream was perhaps the most delightful play we have seen so far. We had seen so many stinkers as we crawled out to the odd corners of Manhattan for this project, and Blessed Unrest's promise of "theater for the adventurous" and invitation to come over for drinks made me worry they were going to try and get us liquored up before a performance of the play in pig latin or with sock puppets.<br /><br />Instead, this was a tight, well-acted, and fun production, right down to a choreographer Lady Gaga dance at the end of the first act. <strong style="font-weight: normal;">Vaishnavi Sharma and especially Hannah Wilson are terrific. Even the space, which looked like a scrubbed down Soho loft circa 1975, including the coughing pipes, was a vast improvement over the other church basements we've crept into<br /><br />We've got a full-deck of Shakespeare in the days and weeks to come. I dare say I'd see this one again.<br /></strong>Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15668765217217103839noreply@blogger.com0