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Iron Curtain: You Gotta Have Serdtse


Known primarily for their excellent work with the Prospect Theatre Company (of which she is Producing Artistic Director and he is Resident Writer), the husband and wife team of director/bookwriter Cara Reichel and composer/lyricist/bookwriter Peter Mills are responsible for some of the most exciting and innovative musical theatre New York has seen since the company was founded in 1998.  And I daresay that with Iron Curtain, they and their inspired cohorts fully succeed in presenting one of their most difficult and risk-taking concepts yet; a fast, loud and funny 1950s-style musical comedy.

To tell the story of a down and out American songwriting team that finds unexpected success whipping up a propaganda musical for the Soviet Union, Reichel, who this time limits herself to producing and directing, and Mills, who only pens the lyrics for this outing, team up with composer Stephen Weiner and bookwriter Susan DiLallo to replicated the fun and frisky techniques mastered by George Abbott, Richard Adler and Jerry Ross in The Pajama Game and Damn Yankees, two musicals which happen to be referenced in their show.  Iron Curtain is jam packed with catchy showtunes, clever lyrics, socko gags and zesty staging, along with a little sex, a little romance, with an emphasis on the latter.

Dry and cynical Todd Alan Johnson and peppy and romantic David Perlman make for a loveable duo as composer Howard Katz and lyricist Murray Finkel (As in many of these backstage stories, no bookwriter is mentioned.), who have high hopes for their new musical about a baseball fan who sells his soul to the devil (They call it Faustball.) until they're told that Adler and Ross already have a similar project heading for Broadway.  Howard's ever-supportive fiancée-to-be, Shirley (a darling Maria Couch), finds an ad in Variety from a production company looking for new writers, unaware that it's actually the Soviet Union's Ministry of Musical Persuasion setting up temporary quarters looking for Broadway types to fix their work-in-progress Oh, Kostroma!, a musical drama concerning the friction between farmers and factory workers.

The boys are kidnapped and sent to Moscow, where an optimistic Nikita Khrushchev (John Fico) promises, "We will bury you... in fan mail!"  But Finkel and Katz are stuck for fresh ideas until they realize they can just give their Faustball script a coat of red paint and re-title it Damnable Yankees.

Jenn Gambatese's substantial musical comedy chops are put to great use as Masha, the sweet, modest actress who develops a diva streak when plucked from the chorus to be the star, but who softens when the smitten Murray sings of taking her back to America for a marriage-minded "Five Year Plan."  Costume designer Sidney Shannon puts her in a tight shimmering gown and a platinum blonde wig for "That's Capital," a Damnable Yankees production number a la Marilyn Monroe vamping "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend"; a choreographic high point for Christine O'Grady, who also supplies a comical Harvest Moon Ballet and a grand Busby Berkeley-ish sequence utilizing a chorus of only eight.

Veteran Broadway character man Gordon Stanley shines as a musical theatre loving Communist official, with kooky support by Bobbi Kotula as a fetishy East German director and Aaron Ramey as a deadly Soviet.

Though Iron Curtain is a blast in the small basement space of the Baruch Performing Arts Center, this is a musical just bursting to be played on a Broadway-size scale.  Remy Kurs' traditional period orchestrations for 8 pieces admirably give a taste of what the score could sound like with a pit full of musicians and the ensemble numbers just seem to be aching for more singers and dancers.  I have a couple of quibbles; the way the story ends isn't totally satisfying and the curtain calls really should be capped with a final chorus of the catchy showbiz anthem, "If Not For Musicals," but Iron Curtain, even in its current miniature state, is a joyful night for those who appreciate musicals boasting fun songs, big laughs and a lot of heart.

Photos by Gerry Goodstein: Top: (standing) Robby Sharpe, Gordon Stanley and Aaron Ramey (sitting) Todd Alan Johnson and David Perlman (kneeling) Sara Brophy; Bottom:  Sara Brophy, Robby Sharpe, James Patterson, Jenn Gambatese, Clint Carter and Ronn Burton.

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Posted on: Thursday, November 17, 2011 @ 04:37 AM Posted by: Michael Dale


Godspell: In The Vernacular

Just like Pope Paul VI figured when The Vatican told followers to go ahead and celebrate mass in the vernacular, John-Michael Tebelak figured that if the musical he penned with Stephen Schwartz, based on the Gospel According to St. Matthew, was going to connect with young people, it had to be done in their language.  So when Godspell premiered Off-Broadway forty years ago, the son of God and his disciples were depicted as soft pop and folk singing flower children who were too busy learning how to spread love to be bothered with sex, drugs and burning their draft cards.  Arriving on Broadway after Hair and Jesus Christ Superstar, it was the first major rock musical that didn't scare the hell out of parents.

But Tebelak was blessed with the knowledge that the hippie culture wasn't going to last forever, so once Godspell was made available to regional and amateur groups he included a note with each script encouraging directors, designers and actors to freely update, vary and interpret the material as they like. The only constants necessary were the words spoken by Jesus, which are mostly quotes from scripture, and Schwartz's score.

So there's no nostalgia involved in director Daniel Goldstein's souped-up 21st Century reinvention of the show that's giddily moved into Circle in the Square.  Sure, it's still a collection of songs and parable-themed sketches performed by a young and energetic cast, but while Godspell was created as something mildly counter-culture, this mounting is aggressively pop culture.  It's almost a satirical statement that Jesus (Hunter Parrish) is presented as a golden boy television reality pop star with charisma gleaming out of an adorable adolescent smile and a singing voice perfectly suited for modern electronic enhancements.

The terrific supporting company of strong singers with good comic chops first appears in the Tower of Babel sequence representing Jean-Paul Sartre, L. Ron Hubbard, Marianne Williamson and other noted philosophers and theologists, only to have their over-thinking dismissed in favor of the simple message that pleasing the Lord ain't brain surgery; it just requires an open heart.

The musical's original players represented the kind of 1970s youths that generally wouldn't be found attending what was the contemporary Broadway fare (aside from the smattering of rock musicals), but the new cast reflects the kind of Internet-educated, cast album loving Broadway geeks that have helped shows like Godspell's upstairs neighbors, Wicked, enjoy long, healthy runs.  The ensemble gives the appearance of having been plucked from a college drama department's musical theatre division; slick, professional and as enthusiastic about vaudeville, high camp and lowdown blues as they are about hip-hop and contemporary Latino sounds.  There's even a bit of improv involved when audience members are brought on stage for rounds of charades and Pictionary.

In one bit, Telly Leung lets fly with a quickly rattled string of movie star impersonations, including Barbara Streisand, Katherine Hepburn, Marlon Brando, Jimmy Stewart and Vivian Leigh.  References to Occupy Wall Street, Steve Jobs and Moammar Gadhafi are as appropriate today as jabs about Anita Bryant and Richard Nixon were in the original.

Michael Holland's new streetwise arrangements give the score a little more guts, lending a pronounced backbeat to many of the numbers and supplying more of a multi-ethnic urban pallet.  Wallace Smith anchors the show vocally and emotionally with a strong masculine presence in the traditionally doubled-up roles of John the Baptist and Judas.  Celisse Henderson and Lindsay Mendez sport knockout voices and George Salazar is aces at nerdy humor.  Understudy Julia Mattison was a laugh-riot singing "Turn Back, O Man" as a 1960s style Bond girl ("Surprise!  I slipped into your Playbill," she vamps to a customer.) , but the whole company, including Uzo Aduba, Nick Blaemire, and Anna Maria Perez de Tagle, delivers on their moments to shine.

Set designer David Korins' makes great use of the tricky in-the-round space (it's really shaped like a small hockey rink) and Christopher Gattelli's bright and cheery dances come to a festive climax when trap doors in the floor reveal mini-trampolines that are incorporated into the choreography for "We Beseech Thee."  It's by far the best use of trampolines in that building since the days of Via Galactica.

Photos by Jeremy Daniel: Top: Hunter Parrish and Company; Bottom: Nick Blaemire (center) and Company.

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Posted on: Tuesday, November 15, 2011 @ 04:30 AM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback


Broadway Grosses: Week Ending 11/13 & Theatre Quote of the Week

"The truest expression of a people is in its dances and its music. Bodies never lie."

-- Agnes de Mille

 

The grosses are out for the week ending 11/13/2011 and we've got them all right here in BroadwayWorld.com's grosses section.

Up for the week was: SEMINAR (14.8%), MARY POPPINS (13.1%), THE ADDAMS FAMILY (10.8%), CHINGLISH (10.5%), MEMPHIS (8.8%), PRISCILLA QUEEN OF THE DESERT (8.5%), CHICAGO (8.2%), MAMMA MIA! (8.1%), VENUS IN FUR (7.5%), BILLY ELLIOT: THE MUSICAL (6.6%), ANYTHING GOES (5.6%), HUGH JACKMAN, BACK ON BROADWAY (5.5%), HOW TO SUCCEED IN BUSINESS WITHOUT REALLY TRYING (4.7%), PRIVATE LIVES (4.6%), THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (4.0%), ROCK OF AGES (3.7%), MAN AND BOY (3.5%), THE MOUNTAINTOP (3.2%), SPIDER-MAN TURN OFF THE DARK (3.2%), JERSEY BOYS (3.2%), BONNIE AND CLYDE (2.7%), GODSPELL (2.4%), WAR HORSE (1.6%), OTHER DESERT CITIES (1.3%), WICKED (1.1%),

Down for the week was: RELATIVELY SPEAKING (-12.2%), FOLLIES (-3.3%), SISTER ACT (-1.8%),

Posted on: Monday, November 14, 2011 @ 04:22 PM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback


Other Desert Cities & Venus in Fur

The funny thing about the truth is that it can be totally subjective and personal stories rarely involve just one person.  So, in Jon Robin Baitz's darkly comic drama, Other Desert Cities, when a depression-plagued writer tries curing the block following the success of her freshman effort with a book describing her view of her celebrity family's past tragedy, the holiday conversation crackles like a Yule log.

The play is set in the Palm Springs home of retired action movie star Lyman Wyeth (Stacy Keach) and his former screenwriter wife, Polly (Stockard Channing); a pair of Ron-and-Nancy Hollywood Republicans who, when not attending fund-raisers and formals, reside comfortably in a home so blandly furnished that even the Christmas tree ornaments are unobtrusive.  (Great work by set designer John Lee Beatty in coming up with a look that's contemporary, elegant and dull.)

Their youngest son, Trip (Thomas Sadoski), is a sharp and intelligent porn addict who produces an admittedly mindless television show featuring a retired judge settling small claims cases ("Funny is all we have left.").  Middle child Brooke (Rachel Griffiths), who is about as closed-mindedly liberal as her parents are closed-mindedly conservative, comes to visit with boxes filled with the final draft of her account of the life and death of her older brother; a telling that she feels reflects honestly, though not kindly, on her parents.  Though publication is scheduled for months away, there's a fast approaching deadline for an excerpt to appear in The New Yorker, and Brooke wants mom and dad's approval... now.

Naturally, Brooke, nor anyone else, knows everything about the circumstances, which are revealed through Baitz's crisp and tangy dialogue.  Under Joe Mantello's brisk direction, Stockard Channing is especially memorable as the staunch and elegant woman continually protecting her man's back while popping off biting observations and casual prejudices.  Judith Light matches her as Polly's dry-witted recovering alcoholic sister, Silda, a one-time writing partner who resents her sibling's defection from her one-time left-wing values.

The conflict would be a more even match if Griffiths wasn't giving such a stilted and "actorly" performance; the kind that makes it seem like she's saying every line within quotation marks, but Sadosky adds to his impressive list of stage performances by smoothly revealing how Trip isn't as shallow as Brooke believes him to be and Keach anchors the evening as a man trying to hold on to his unflappably masculine movie image in his role as patriarch.

Photos by Joan Marcus: Top: Judith Light and Stockard Channing; Bottom: Rachel Griffiths and Thomas Sadoski.

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I was definitely in the minority last season when I found David Ives' power-playing Off-Broadway two-hander, Venus in Fur, to be a bit of a bore.  I'm sure there will be those who find at least some mild titillation from his take on Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's 1870 erotic novella, Venus in Furs, but its Manhattan Theatre Club Broadway transfer, which has somehow added an extra fifteen minutes to its former hour-and-a-half length, still had me wishing for a safe word to make it all stop.

The premise certainly has potential for some thrilling, sadomasochistic fun.  The piece opens in a contemporary rehearsal studio where playwright Thomas (Hugh Dancy), who is taking his first crack at directing, is on the phone with his fiancée for one of those exposition-packed calls that are so cute in 1920s drawing room comedies but seem rather forced here. His latest work is an adaptation of Sacher-Masoch's controversial story of a man who takes pleasure in being degraded and physically dominated by the lady he adores and he's just spent a frustrating day auditioning women incapable of playing his leading role, which requires a combination of youth, beauty and sexual worldliness. Before the one-sided conversation is over we know the guy harbors a pretty low opinion of women in general and believes that every director he encounters is an incompetent who cannot understand his work.

Enter Vanda (Nina Arianda), hours late for an audition she wasn't even scheduled for, displaying the worst aspects of scatter-brained ditziness that Thomas just finished describing. She is so out there - talking fast and incessantly, saying the wrong things, dressed too overtly sexy for the occasion - that it's obvious that as soon as she starts reading from the script she'll suddenly transform herself into exactly what the guy is looking for, since there'd be no play if she didn't.

The thing is, though, that she isn't really reading from the script. She has it memorized, despite her claim that she just glanced over it on the subway. And she happened to show up at the audition with bags full of costumes just right for her and for Thomas, who reads the play with her. The line between real life and erotic fiction blurs as the relationship between the characters becomes the relationship between actress and director and the actual identity of this mysterious thespian becomes more apparent.

But while the plot has its high points, Ives' text is repetitious and lacking in any kind of empathy.  Scenes are overwritten and moments are telegraphed through a predictable path, scratching the surface of Thomas and Vanda's episode but barely giving it a pulse.  Director Walter Bobbie understandably can't seem to extract any sense of danger or mystery from the piece, so much of it is played for laughs that don't land.

Dancy is certainly a big improvement over the actor who played Thomas Off-Broadway, but his skills only emphasize how underwritten the character is.  Arianda, a ball of energy, frequently overplays the comic aspects of her role and her diction often gets mushy whenever Vonda gets excited or starts to ramble.  But she's spot-on when quickly switching from her role as the actress to the role that her character portrays, to the point where it can be intriguingly unclear who exactly is speaking.

Venus in Fur premiered at Classic Stage Company, where David Ives and Walter Bobbie have worked together on the far superior New Jerusalem and the wonderful The School For Lies.  A transfer of either of those productions would have been a far sexier move for Broadway.

Photos of Nina Arianda and Hugh Dancy by Joan Marcus.

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Posted on: Sunday, November 13, 2011 @ 03:02 PM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback


The Blue Flower

Three years ago I posted a review emphatically praising the Prospect Theatre Company's developmental production of Jim and Ruth Bauer's The Blue Flower, calling it, "a unique, intelligent and wondrously creative evening of musical theatre" that "skillfully tackles the tricky business of mixing the art of musical theatre with the anti-art movement of Dada."  A German creation born amidst the rubble of the First World War, Dada was an artistic, literary and theatrical movement that attacked the sensibilities of a culture that could send millions of young men to slaughter by celebrating anarchy and irrationality.

At the end of the year I named The Blue Flower my favorite theatre offering of 2008, particularly praising the score's delicate highlight, "Eiffel Tower," a glistening ballad about accepting the changes that come from tragedy.

Unfortunately, I find myself less enthused about the higher-profile production of the musical which has now opened at Second Stage.  Directed by Will Pomerantz, who has staged all four productions of the piece, beginning with its 2004 mounting at the New York Musical Theatre Festival, the proceedings seem to have been injected with an unhealthy dose of lugubrious reality.  Characters have been reinterpreted (and at least a couple made significantly less interesting) and much of the musical's absurdist spirit has been toned down.  Perhaps a hint of what happened can be found in the billing.  Jim Bauer, who wrote the score, was credited at Prospect as having written the book based on Ruth Bauer's story.  The musical's official website now credits them as co-bookwriters.  I would need copies of both librettos in front of me to catch specific details and determine if the difference lies mainly in the text or the interpretation, but the upshot is that what was once a thoughtful and emotionally thick musical about the emergence of Dada that told its story in a theatrical manner that emulated the movement now comes off as a musical about Dada told more conventionally.

But even in this not-quite-peak form, there is enough true brilliance and originality in the evening to capture the attention of anyone interested in the growth of musical theatre as a dramatic art.  The four main characters, suggested by the lives of artists Max Beckman, Franz Marc and Hannah Hoch and scientist Marie Curie, observe and react to the drastic episodes of an ever-changing Europe in the first half of the 20th Century in a narrative primarily spoken aloofly by a certain Mr. O. (Graham Rowat).

The focus is on Max (Marc Kudisch) looking back on his life through items pasted into a scrapbook.  The structure resembles a theatrical collage utilizing archival and imitation archival film footage (created by the Bauers) with a fascinating collection of theatre songs that combine the period Weimar sound with American country-western (Max is a big fan of cowboys.), including a fun moment when Kurt Weill is quoted with a pronounced twang.  The result acts as a living art instillation; a fact-based fictional musical documentary.

Known for his robust traditional Broadway baritone, Kudisch's highlight moments in The Blue Flower come when Max sings and speaks in his invented language, Maxperanto, which was born out of a life-threatening situation.  English translations are projected, but the lovely sound of the syllables is so warmly embraced by the actor that there is great beauty even without the knowledge of meaning.

Sebastian Arcelus is sweetly engaging as the innocent Franz, whose love of horses prompts him to join the cavalry in a war that didn't end until "Germany ran out of 17-year olds."  Megan McGeary, who I saw in 2008, once again plays Dadaist cabaret artist, Hannah ("I wish I could eat enough as I'd like to puke," she sings.) with luscious zest but her rebelliously nonsensical performance pieces get swallowed up in Beowulf Boritt's rather drab set, a large structure of wooden staircases and platforms.  And while Teal Wicks has a fine singing voice her Marie lacks the qualities that would turn her "Eiffel Tower" into a heartbreaking character moment.

Musical theatre is difficult enough as it is and, despite any negative comments on my part, The Blue Flower is to be admired for its daring and appreciated for its effectiveness.  It's musical theatre for those who really care about musical theatre.

Photos by Ari Mintz:  Top: Aaron Serotsky, Marc Kudisch and Julia Osborne; Bottom: Megan McGeary.

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Posted on: Friday, November 11, 2011 @ 06:13 PM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback


King Lear

If Hamlet is the reward an actor gets for showing great promise in his youth, King Lear is the thank you he receives in the latter years of a distinguished career.  At age 35, Sam Waterston's Hamlet became one of the iconic performances to come out of the New York Shakespeare Festival.  Now, at 71, The Public Theater's gift for his decades of admirable stage work is the opportunity to essay the maddening royal whose rages against a perceived betrayal by the most loving of his three daughters sets in motion the bloody collapse of a monarchy.  Unfortunately, the gift has not been wrapped very attractively.

While director James Macdonald has surrounded Waterston with company full of fine and accomplished colleagues, there seems to be little spine to this unfocused production that gives the appearance of actors fending for themselves in a three-and-a-half hour evening that has little dramatic build and barely any emotional punch.

The first hint that something might be amiss is when Macdonald gives his star the same entrance Groucho Marx had in Duck Soup; Lear's subjects frozen in reverence, expecting the king to arrive from upstage center, only to have him dodder on from a side entrance.  It's a cute, familiar chuckle, but where is it going?

What makes Lear a tragedy is the witnessing of a powerful leader succumbing to the various deteriorations of time and discovering too late the cost of his own vanity.  But even in his initial scene Waterston's eccentric collection of facial expressions and jerky movements give the impression that the king's mental state has already severely declined.  In announcing his stepping down from the throne, he has offered his three daughters, Goneril (Enid Graham), Regan (Kelli O'Hara - no, she doesn't sing) and Cordelia (Kristen Connolly) a chance to win the choicest divisions of land by effusively proclaiming the extent of their love for their father.  The two eldest lay it on thick, but when Cordelia answers with unadorned simplicity, Lear's disbelieving anger is expressed through uncontrollable roars of disapproval.  It's all too much, too soon and Waterston appears misguided and without depth until the lovingly played final moments.

While O'Hara's firm and unappreciative Regan and Graham's commanding Goneril come off fine, Connolly's earnestness is a bit bland, though the director does her no favors by having her speak her first lines, which are asides, melodramatically facing full-out front to the audience.

The outstanding classical actor John Douglas Thompson is a noble presence as the loyal Kent and Michael McKean has an appealing everyman quality as Gloucester, which should make his fate at least a bit disturbing, but the second half's bloodletting provides little excitement in this slow production.  Other notable names in the company don't fare as well, though the ineffectualness of Bill Irwin's Fool could be blamed on the decision to make him a sneering sort of fellow whose favorite form of jest is to play with his enunciation of words until what he's saying lacks any form of coherency.

Costume designer Gabriel Berry dresses Irwin in a bright, creamy yellow number that sticks out oddly next to the dark and earthy tones of the rest of the production, including set designer Miriam Buether's chain metal curtains.

A thoughtful and understated actor, Sam Waterston absolutely has a hell of a take on Lear in him.  This production, sadly, does not draw it out.

Photos by Joan Marcus: Top: Sam Waterston, John Douglas Thompson, Bill Irwin and Enid Graham; Bottom: Michael McKean and Sam Waterston.

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Posted on: Wednesday, November 09, 2011 @ 06:59 AM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback


Broadway Grosses: Week Ending 11/6 & Theatre Quote of the Week

"A rich man is nothing but a poor man with money."
-- W. C. Fields


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The grosses are out for the week ending 11/6/2011 and we've got them all right here in BroadwayWorld.com's grosses section.

Up for the week was: VENUS IN FUR (11.7%), GODSPELL (9.7%), MAN AND BOY (3.5%), BILLY ELLIOT: THE MUSICAL (2.1%), ROCK OF AGES (2.1%), SPIDER-MAN TURN OFF THE DARK (1.9%), MEMPHIS (1.3%), OTHER DESERT CITIES (0.7%), THE LION KING (0.1%),

Down for the week was: CHINGLISH (-17.8%), MAMMA MIA! (-17.3%), HUGH JACKMAN, BACK ON BROADWAY (-10.6%), CHICAGO (-9.7%), ANYTHING GOES (-6.5%), SEMINAR (-5.2%), JERSEY BOYS (-4.7%), RELATIVELY SPEAKING (-4.7%), THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (-4.5%), MARY POPPINS (-3.6%), THE ADDAMS FAMILY (-3.5%), WICKED (-3.4%), HOW TO SUCCEED IN BUSINESS WITHOUT REALLY TRYING (-2.8%), SISTER ACT (-2.0%), WAR HORSE (-1.9%), THE MOUNTAINTOP (-1.6%), FOLLIES (-0.6%), PRISCILLA QUEEN OF THE DESERT (-0.5%),

Posted on: Monday, November 07, 2011 @ 08:14 PM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback


Queen of The Mist

"You're an insane woman," a character says to the protagonist in Michael John LaChiusa's intriguing new musical, Queen of The Mist.

"No," replies the actress playing the role, Mary Testa, with a simple, but firm and confident matter-of-factness.  "I am a phenomenon."

The sharply accelerated speed of fame, fueled by ever increasing advances in communication, motivated many a would-be phenomenon at the dawn of the 20th Century.  Some sought instant glory by riding a barrel down Niagara Falls.  None survived the stunt until 1901, when Anna Edson Taylor, encased in an oak and iron barrel of her own design, celebrated her 63rd birthday by making it to the bottom with nary a scratch; her most serious injury a head wound suffered when assistants were prying her out.

LaChiusa doesn't make a heroine out of Taylor, as he presents her as a proud and somewhat arrogant widow ("There is greatness in me" she sings repeatedly.) who, humiliated by a lifelong resume of failed professions, attempts to escape poverty and creditors by using her scientific knowledge to accomplish a feat which would most assuredly gain her a book contract and a lucrative speaking tour.  Despite her successful plunge, it's her insistence on presenting herself to the public her own way instead of giving the people what they want that sinks her chance for fame, as the author holds her up as an example of America's habit of celebrating achievements only when they prove sufficiently entertaining.

But in Transport Group's evocative production, LaChiusa, director Jack Cummings III and their leading lady do a remarkable job of making this dry, serious-minded woman emphatically musical, if not completely empathetic.  Testa, an actress whose dramatic skills are often overlooked in favor of her talent for broad comedy, is handed what must be the meatiest role of her New York stage career and delivers a fascinating portrayal of an American dreamer who might have been too much of an individual to capture the nation's imagination.  Her Anna is convinced of her indomitability, trying to sway others to her side with a forceful confidence that is her means of survival.  The composer/bookwriter/lyricist supplies numerous opportunities for her powerful vocals to soar with vibrancy and her comic precision to be used just enough to serve the character.

LaChiusa's dramatically rich chamber score, orchestrated by Michael Starobin for French horn, violin, woodwinds, bass, keyboard and cello, is peppered with period melodies that emulate the music hall spirit of the time.  Aside from Andrew Samonsky, who is excellent as the crafty manager who tries orchestrating Taylor's stunt for maximum public exposure (including an appearance at the 1901 Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, where she unwittingly pep talks a nervous Leon Czolgosz, played by Tally Sessions, into going ahead with his plan to assassinate President McKinley) the rest of the company doubles as a singing ensemble and various briefly seen characters.  The clarion vocals of Julia Murney are thrilling to hear in her portrayal of temperance advocate Carrie Nation and, along with Sessions, there is fine work by DC Anderson, Stanley Bahorek and Theresa McCarthy.

Performed in The Gym at Judson, Sandra Goldmark's set has the audience seated on two opposite sides of the playing space, as if on risers watching a parade.  It's a bit awkward as much of the action takes place on a small stage set on one side, which none of the seats directly face.  Nevertheless, the music hall atmosphere she creates with costume designer Kathryn Rohe and lighting designer R. Lee Kennedy is very effective.

With Queen of The Mist, Michael John LaChiusa once again shows himself to be one of the most adventurous dramatists we currently have writing for the musical stage and Mary Testa is given a rare chance to star in a piece that properly pushes her abundant musical dramatic talents into the spotlight.

Photos by Carol Rosegg: Top: Mary Testa, Stanley Bahorek, D.C. Anderson and Tally Sessions; Bottom: Mary Testa and Julia Murney.

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Posted on: Monday, November 07, 2011 @ 04:39 AM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback


Milk Like Sugar

The inner city teenage girls in Kirsten Greenidge's moving new drama, Milk Like Sugar, want only one thing from a boy... a baby.

When we first meet the trio in a tattoo parlor (A symbol of permanence, I suppose.) the bubbly Margie (Nikiya Mathis) is already eight weeks along and is excited for all the expensive baby stuff she's going to get ("You put what you want on a list. Then everyone you invite to your party has to buy things off that list. That's how it's done, I didn't make that up."), but what would really make her happy is if her pals, the very sexually active Talisha (Cherise Boothe) and the sweet, naïve Annie (Angela Lewis), had kids around the same time so that they could all have fun together dressing them in designer fashions and parading them around in the latest strollers.  But best of all, they see motherhood as a way of providing the unconditional love they see as missing from their lives.  ("Won't need moms no more if we each have tiny little babies made just for us, right?")

Greenidge and director Rebecca Taichman do an excellent job of keeping much of the play very light and funny, showing the carefree exterior these underachievers from poor families exude to cover up their acceptance of a future with little opportunity.  (My guest, a Manhattan schoolteacher, vouches for the accuracy of the hip-hop slang dialogue and attitudes portrayed.)  The story centers on Annie, played with touching empathy by Lewis, and her relationships with her mother and the boy she tries having sex with.

Malik (J. Mallory-McCree) likes Annie, but won't father her child because he can see a future beyond a community that is so accustomed to settling for compromised happiness, like powered milk that's kept on the shelf like sugar, that they tend to prefer it.  Tonya Pinkins is striking as Annie's emotionally damaged mother who sees no escape for her daughter from the negative cycle of life that's been firmly established through generations.  There's a bit of a problem in casting Pinkins in that she doesn't look young enough to have given birth to Annie as a teen - a fact that isn't stated until later in the play so the parallel isn't clear from the start - but her firm, understated performance is outstanding.

Also pulling at Annie's emotions are the charismatic tattoo artist, Antwoine (LeRoy McClain) and a new friend, overweight loner Keera (Adrienne C. Moore) who has delusions of a perfect family life and being part of a supportive church community.

Taichman, set designer Mimi LienMimi LienMimi Lien and lighting designer Justin Townsend make the most of Playwrights Horizons' intimate Peter Jay Sharp TheatPeterPeter Jay Sharp Theater, utilizing just an imposing wall and limited furnishings.  Toni-Leslie JamesToni=Leslie James' costumes do a fine job of character-defining, as does sound designer Andre Pluess' collection of varying cell phone rings and signals.

Photos by Ari Mintz: Top: Angela Lewis, Cherise Boothe, and Nikiya Mathis; Bottom: Tonya Pinkins and Angela Lewis.

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Posted on: Wednesday, November 02, 2011 @ 10:21 PM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback


Love's Labor's Lost: Bright College Days

Love's Labor's Lost, generally not regarded as a top tier Shakespeare effort, might get performed a lot more frequently if more productions were as fun and frisky as director Karin Coonrod's madcap mounting for the Public Theater's Public Lab series.

The comic setup is a classic one.  Ferdinand, King of Navarre (Hoon Lee) makes a vow with his three young lords (Nick Westrate, Keith Eric Chappelle and Jorge Chacon) to give up any pursuits of women for the next three years in order to concentrate on their studies.  You know where this is going, don't you?  It just so happens that the lovely Princess of France (Renee Elise Goldsberry) is in town, along with her three pretty attendants (Rebecca Brooksher, Samira Wiley and Michelle Beck) and once the boys get a look they're uncontrollably torn between their urges and their vows.  While the ladies return their affection, they also find the behavior of the gents to be odd and amusing.

The richly-voiced Lee's Ferdinand is a model of crisp nobility until he gets silly over the princess, played with sharp, sexy intelligence by Goldsberry.  Coonrod's staging incorporates all areas of the Public's three-sided Anspacher Theater and nobody takes fuller advantage of it than Westrate.  As Berowne, the most verbose of the king's lords, he frequently takes his speeches into the audience, chatting up anyone who happens to be sitting next to an empty chair.  (Though his jaunty antics are very funny, let's hope he doesn't have many opportunities to sit in empty chairs as the run continues.  All seats are bargain-priced at $15.)

Though the lovers' scenes have their share of rough and tumble clowning, the comic subplot actors also excel in their spirited hijinks; including Steven Skybell and Francis Jue as a scholarly pair whose debates take on a vaudevillian crackle, and Reg E. Cathey as an eccentrically poetic Spanish knight with his heart set on a country lass, played with smoldering aloofness by Stephanie DiMaggio.

Robert Stanton makes for a sturdy straight man foil in his dual roles as a constable and a lord attending to the princess.  Wiley also doubles-up, impishly portraying the knight's page.

Oana Botez-Ban's clever costumes seem to set the piece in a boys-only college town of a non-specific 20th Century period, though there are plenty of classical touches.  The male lovers sport uniform blazers, high stockings and short pants and their female counterparts, perhaps from a sister school, look sharp in their boots, pantaloons and crisp white tuxedo shirts.  John Conklin's simple set design places the action on a large patch of grass (the quad?) with a chart of the solar system chalked on the upstage wall.  More than once Coonrod's merry madness reminded me of the Marx Brothers' antics at Huxley College in Horse Feathers.

Photos by Richard Termine: Top: Rebecca Brooksher, Renee Elise Goldsberry, Michelle Beck, and Samira Wiley; Bottom: Robert Stanton, Francis Jue, Reg E. Cathey, Steven Skybell and Mousa Kraish.

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Posted on: Tuesday, November 01, 2011 @ 02:52 PM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback


Broadway Grosses: Week Ending 10/30 & Theatre Quote of the Week

"Every actor is somewhat mad, or else he'd be a plumber or a bookkeeper or a salesman."
--Bela Lugosi



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The grosses are out for the week ending 10/30/2011 and we've got them all right here in BroadwayWorld.com's grosses section.

Up for the week was: RELATIVELY SPEAKING (1.2%), CHINGLISH (1.1%), OTHER DESERT CITIES (0.8%),

Down for the week was: BILLY ELLIOT: THE MUSICAL (-13.7%), MEMPHIS (-13.3%), PRISCILLA QUEEN OF THE DESERT (-11.4%), THE ADDAMS FAMILY (-10.6%), FOLLIES (-10.2%), MARY POPPINS (-10.1%), ROCK OF AGES (-8.9%), THE MOUNTAINTOP (-7.3%), SPIDER-MAN TURN OFF THE DARK (-7.3%), THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA (-6.5%), SISTER ACT (-5.5%), MAN AND BOY (-5.4%), ANYTHING GOES (-4.8%), CHICAGO (-4.5%), HOW TO SUCCEED IN BUSINESS WITHOUT REALLY TRYING (-4.3%), JERSEY BOYS (-3.8%), GODSPELL (-1.0%), WICKED (-0.9%), VENUS IN FUR (-0.3%), MAMMA MIA! (-0.1%),

Posted on: Monday, October 31, 2011 @ 05:17 PM Posted by: Michael Dale | Leave Feedback




About Michael: After 20-odd years singing, dancing and acting in dinner theatres, summer stocks and the ever-popular audience participation murder mysteries (try improvising with audiences after they?ve had two hours of open bar), Michael Dale segued his theatrical ambitions into playwriting. The buildings which once housed the 5 Off-Off Broadway plays he penned have all been destroyed or turned into a Starbucks, but his name remains the answer to the trivia question, "Who wrote the official play of Babe Ruth's 100th Birthday?" He served as Artistic Director for The Play's The Thing Theatre Company, helping to bring free live theatre to underserved communities, and dabbled a bit in stage managing and in directing cabaret shows before answering the call (it was an email, actually) to become BroadwayWorld.com's first Chief Theatre Critic. While not attending shows Michael can be seen at Shea Stadium pleading for the Mets to stop imploding. Likes: Strong book musicals and ambitious new works. Dislikes: Unprepared celebrities making their stage acting debuts by starring on Broadway and weak bullpens.