Monday, June 16, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W24: Passengers, Machinal

6/13/25: Passengers
What: Montreal's The 7 Fingers cirque company returns to New York with a devised piece inspired by the liminality of travel, of leaving, and of connecting. 
And? We've talked before about how any artistic endeavor, once it's out there, becomes not only the creation itself, but also a collaboration with its audience. We can't help but bring ourselves to any piece of work we experience. And so what do your brain do, what stories does it tell, when you're watching a piece that is often abstract, that engages with language only about a third of the time? Your brain connects it to your own story; you mirror it, you let it mirror you. And so you see a woman twisting herself up in hanging white fabric, high up and beautiful and in total control, and yet held up by nothing, and you think, "this is what loneliness feels like." You see another woman, a man balanced on her shoulders, as a third person climbs to stand on his shoulders. You see her body shaking with the effort, but you see her standing, still, keeping her friends safe until they climb down, and you think, "this is what strength looks like." You see a man position himself on a pole upside down, you think, "he's like the Hanging Man in Tarot," and then he lets himself fall smoothly down, stopping just before his head would hit the floor. There's so much joy in this production, there's such power in the way the nine of them carry each other, catch each other, watch and listen and release and breathe as one. And I think if I were in a better headspace, that would be my main takeaway, because that's what I love about collaborative storytelling: everyone working together to create the moment. But it's been a hard week, so I thought instead about loneliness and strength, and the melancholy that can attach to both. But I'm documenting the community aspect as well, as something to return to when I'm feeling better. Because it's important too.

Philosophy aside, this was fantastic. I adore 7 Fingers, and will catch their work whenever they come to New York. They bring such joy and poetry to all their pieces, somehow more grounded and human than the expansive work of their cousin in Canadian circus work.

Photo source.


6/14/25: Machinal
What: New York City Center presents Sophie Treadwell's seminal work about a woman who, caught in the repressive and mechanical restrictions of her life, is driven to murdering her husband.
And? The most striking thing about this production is the percussive choreography crafted by Madison Hilligoss and performed in large part by Veronica Simpson and Michael Verre, both credited as The Machine. In this production their relentless tapping of shoes, ringing of bells, and whacking of hammers articulate the tension and anxiety inside Helen's mind. At her job, with her mother, or near her boss-turned-husband, nowhere seems a safe and quiet place for her to retreat. And so too the audience is inundated with the constant beat, a pace under which we could either fall into lockstep, or stumble and be trampled. Only when she meets the man who becomes her lover does the noise seem to recede at last. I like this dilation of Treadwell's already mechanical and rhythmic text, though it does at times obscure the text, the tapping overpowering the voices. I think in general the sound design needs to be adjusted, to better balance both. A conceit can be effective, but it shouldn't be at the expense of clarity. Otherwise I like the kinetic movement of the piece, as well as the use of the ensemble to surround and overwhelm the Young Woman.

Monday, June 9, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W23: Nine Moons, Old Friends, OUT/PLAY Presents: Summer Shorts, Good Night, and Good Luck, Tony Awards

6/02/25: Nine Moons
What: Blessed Unrest presents Keith Hamilton Cobb's new play, a prequel to Othello.
And? full review here.

Sophia Marilyn Nelson and Robert Manning, Jr. as Desdemona and Ot'Teo.
Photo by Maria Barnova.

6/03/25: Old Friends
What: The newest Sondheim revue, this time produced by Cameron Mackintosh and starring Bernadette Peters and Lea Salonga (with Gavin Lee, Beth Leavel, and others).
And? It's pretty great. There are always going to be some weirdnesses, but it's pretty great for a revue. There are an awful lot of act one finales in this (which makes sense, because Sondheim really knew how to write a good one). We could worry that having so many could mess with the dynamic of the evening but, to quote another show from this season, the audience as a whole is "too much in love to care." We're all just so damn happy to be hearing songs we love from across Sondheim's canon. Whereas the pandemic revue, Take Me to the World, often specialized in some lesser-known gems, this leans into the beloved in a big way, with numerous songs from oft-revived shows like Funny Thing, Company, Gypsy, Sweeney Todd, and Into the Woods. I will admit to being a bit troubled that the program credits only Sondheim for music and lyrics for the evening, as it includes songs from his collaborations with Leonard Bernstein and Jule Styne; especially when they're careful to note when they're using text by James Lapine, it's a weirdass omission, because the music for both West Side Story and Gypsy are rather iconic.

But let's get to some praise. It's truly lovely to see some familiar and talented faces back on the Broadway stage, like Gavin Lee and Beth Leavel (Kate Jennings Grant was not in the night I went, but her role was ably filled by Scarlett Strallen). Also shining were some faces I knew less well, like Joanna Riding nailing the patter in "Getting Married Today" and Jeremy Secomb bringing his powerful vocals to the role of Sweeney Todd. Bernadette is always Bernadette, but manages to do a delightful sendup of her concert persona as she sings "Broadway Baby" as an audition piece, asking the pianist to play it as slowly as possible, like "Bernadette does it." And Lea Salonga, well known for her clear and bright voice, shines in a new way by letting her bawdy and belty side out as Mrs. Lovett and Madame Rose.

There are lines that find new resonance these days. Bonnie Langford, nailing "I'm Still Here" with brassy aplomb, sings "I got through all of last year, and I'm here," and we feel the weight of surviving it together. And then there's the photo montage of Sondheim through the years, starting with infancy. When Bernadette looks at those photos (some of which include Steve with herself), and sings "Not a day goes by, not a single day, but you're somewhere a part of my life," we feel both her ache and ours. He's gone, but we keep him here with us.

The show ends with an audio of Sondheim singing the cut song "Love is in the Air," and I found myself weeping. The woman next to me asked if I was okay. All I could say was, "I miss him."


Jacob Dickey, Bernadette Peters, and the  cast perform "Sunday."
Photo by Matthew Murphy.

Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Margin Notes: Nine Moons


Sophia Marilyn Nelson and Robert Manning, Jr. as
Desdemona and Ot'Teo. Photo by Maria Baranova.

Seen on:
 Monday, 6/02/25.

Plot and Background
Blessed Unrest Theatre Company, The Untitled Othello Project, and Sacred Heart University present Keith Hamilton Cobb's new prequel to Othello. Cobb, known for his 2019 play American Moor, which explored the complications of playing Othello but having to deal with having the character repeatedly explained to him by white directors. This marks a further exploration of the problem of Othello by visiting the characters prior to the tragedy set in motion by Iago's manipulations.

What I Knew Beforehand
I really appreciated Cobb's earlier play, and was excited to see what he's got next.

Thoughts:

Play: Once again, very striking work from Cobb: reading the script it is clear he has a very intentional sense of space and society. The play, beautiful and haunting, is both a love story and the opening threads of a Greek tragedy. Even as we see the slow and gentle courtship of Ot'Teo and Desdemona, we note every mention of Iago, Ot'Teo's seemingly honest friend who feeds him addicting pills and laughs at Ot'Teo's gullibility (and has most certainly stolen his diary). And when Desdemona unwraps her engagement gift from Ot'Teo and we see it is a stunning kerchief with strawberries on its design, we know too the fate of that kerchief and its owner. But perhaps, amidst the politics and war, amidst the too much drinking and the abusive father, amidst the grief for those loved ones lost and the fear of more to come, we can have this, in this moment. Here, if only here, in Nine Moons, we can have Desdemona and Ot'Teo, in love and happy and looking toward a bright and long future ahead of them. Ot'Teo knows how dark life can be--he tells of his difficulty in communicating his understanding of war to the pampered men of Verona: how "to explain child soldiers to men who have never missed a meal." But he also sees that perhaps, with Desdemona by his side, she who sees all of him and loves him for all his parts, perhaps he can find the light as well.

Monday, June 2, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W22: Just in Time, Dead Outlaw, Next to Normal, Yellow Face

5/27/25: Just in Time
What: Jonathan Groff stars in the Bobby Darin biomusical.
And? I'd read someone make the crack online that it's not Jonathan Groff playing Bobby Darin, it's Jonathan Groff playing Jonathan Groff playing Bobby Darin, but I thought at the time that was just someone dismissing his impression of Darin, rather than describing what the show is actually doing. Groff begins his audience banter by introducing himself as "Jonathan, I'll be your Bobby Darin tonight" and proceeds to make a few cracks about himself (growing up in Amish country, the low viewer count for Mindhunter) before stepping into the actual narrative of Bobby Darin's life, which includes just as much of Bobby himself breaking the fourth wall to narrate, often snapping his fingers to freeze the rest of the cast in order to do so. It's an interesting idea, though I wonder about the legs of this show past its initial run. Both this show and A Wonderful World tried to upend the usual expectations of a biomusical (Just in Time with the Groff-as-Darin lens, and Wonderful World by focusing on the wives), but they do both inevitably slide back into the usual moves of this genre, like an audience member gradually slouching in their seat as the show goes on (this metaphor brought to you by my poor tailbone, which was in a lot of pain that night).

Groff himself brings all his natural charisma and joy at existing to the performance (and all his sweat and spit, as he jokingly acknowledges during the Hi I'm Jonathan prologue. Seriously, y'all, "I'm a wet man" is now canon in a Broadway musical). And while the music is enjoyable and the supporting cast talented, I have to admit I didn't feel the show truly come alive until the second act, when Erika Henningsen appeared onstage in a creamy pink dress, cool as an ice cream cone, to play Sandra Dee. Her vocals are wonderful, as is her chemistry with Groff, and all their scenes felt more visceral and engaging than most of what had come before.

I'm not trying to fully dismiss the show. It's all very charming. Everyone's having a great time. But it feels all very surface until Henningsen shows up and brings everyone down to earth. Oh wait! I do want to praise director Alex Timbers, whose staging handles the challenging Circle in the Square configuration (my favorite Broadway house!) with an ease and confidence that makes you wonder why it's such a challenge to other directors.

Gracie Lawrence and Jonathan Groff as Connie Francis and 
Bobby Darin. Photo by Matthew Murphy and Evan Zimmerman.



5/30/25: Dead Outlaw
a repeat visit

Streaming Theater
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Wednesday, May 28, 2025

My Reliably Inaccurate Tony Predictions

I've been saying all Spring that we've had such a weird and varied list of new musicals to land on
Broadway, and that's pretty delightful to me. One gets tired of cookie cutter tourist-aimed fare and jukebox after jukebox. This season we had fourteen new musicals, including a spinoff of a cult favorite but unsuccessful TV show (Smash), four biomusicals (Tammy Faye, A Wonderful World, Just in Time, Buena Vista Social Club), a classic cartoon come to life (BOOP! The Musical), another Sondheim revue (Stephen Sondheim's Old Friends), two shows about the adventurous life a corpse can have after he dies (Operation Mincemeat: A New Musical and Dead Outlaw), another one about the long life two living corpses can have once they've each murdered each other and lost their man (Death Becomes Her), a story about an immigrant family trying to succeed in America while worrying they'll be deported (Real Women Have Curves), a story about grief and tree-climbing and sophisticated projections (Redwood; also, how long until we get a Tony category for Best Projection and Video Design? We're long overdue), a musical about a shipwreck and cannibalism (Swept Away), and finally my favorite show of the season, a robot road trip/love story (Maybe Happy Ending).

That's not even accounting for the dueling divas on 44th Street (Sunset and Gypsy), two beloved Off-Broadway musicals finally landing on Broadway (Floyd Collins and The Last Five Years), and the more straightforward romps of Elf, Once Upon a Mattress, and Pirates! The Penzance Musical.

Meanwhile the plays have been celebrity-stacked and charging ticket prices to match. There are a number of plays this season I skipped for those prices alone (I wouldn't mind seeing Good Night, and Good Luck, if I could get a decent price on a ticket, but I'm not bothering with Othello, and I didn't bother with Glengarry Glen Ross or All In either). Still, there were some worthy pieces this year, including the forgotten early shows in the season, Job and Home.


Let's go!

Monday, May 19, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W20: Bus Stop, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Eurydice, She Takes Flight

5/13/25: Bus Stop
What: Classic Stage Company, in collaboration with NAATCO and Transport Group, presents William Inge's play about a cafe attached to a bus stop, with several passengers stranded overnight when the roads are closed for a storm.
And? A pretty sublime production. There have been issues for a few years of CSC staging favoring one end of the audience over the two longer sides (which not only seems dumb, since that's less than a third of the audience space, but is also just bad direction. Thrust stages were meant to be activating and dynamic, not staid like any old proscenium), but I'm happy to report that's not the case here. While it did feel like one side was more heavily favored than the other (the side we sat on), I think the staging by Jack Cummings III is still largely effective. Peiyi Wong's scenic design, moreover, which includes black bands framing the floor and ceiling, elongate the space; and, with the Tiffany blue cafe counter, evokes Hopper's Nighthawks very effectively. For the most part, the cast has an appealing natural quality, with especially standouts of Cindy Cheung and Delphi Borich, who run the cafe; Rajesh Bose as the sleazy Shakespeare-loving professor (every moment of his is compelling and true); and Moses Villarama, giving an understated but fully present performance as Virgil. His final moments are still and quiet and heartbreaking, even as they go unwitnessed by everyone else around him. This one was a real treat.

Cindy Cheung and Delphi Borich as Grace Hoylard and Emma Duckworth.
Photo by Carol Rosegg.



What: The Broadway transfer of Sarah Snook's one-woman turn in the Oscar Wilde controversial classic as adapted by Kip Williams, about a young man whose portrait absorbs all his sins while he remains youthful and beautiful.
And? Really quite an extraordinary execution of the piece. One-woman turn isn't technically correct, as Sarah Snook's performance is facilitated by a masterful camera (and prop) crew following a tightly-planned and intricately-timed choreography with such precision I honestly think they should get their own Tony Award (but they're already doing two of those this season: one for the musicians of Buena Vista Social Club, and one for the illusion/technical effects of Stranger Things: The First Shadow). While Sarah Snook's face is the only face we see on the many screens onstage (including the various portraits hanging in Dorian's house), we see her doubled and redoubled in different guises, wigs, makeup, accent. Even when onstage Snook seems to be interacting only with a camera or an empty chair, we are seeing the echoes of her other selves reacting.

I was describing this show to someone who said they'd never heard of this kind of stunt before. I think it's the first time I've seen it on this scale and on Broadway, but Theater In Quarantine has been experimenting with this sort of thing since 2020, and I'm sure they're not the only ones either. Still, it's really something to see in person.

The production is a bit breathless (I'm shocked Snook isn't hoarse by the end), which is effective, but it did have me longing for a moment of calm and quiet just to balance it out. That's a small nit to pick, though, as she had the entire audience in the palm of her capable hands for two hours straight. Major props to Kip Williams for pulling this whole thing off.

Sarah Snook as Dorian Gray. Photo by Marc Brenner.

Sunday, May 18, 2025

Margin Notes: She Takes Flight


The cast of She Takes Flight. Photo by Charles Chessler.

Seen on: Friday, 5/16/25.

Plot and Background
Chrysalis Theatre Company presents the world premier of a devised theatrical piece written and performed by Sora Baek, Cindy Keiter, Gabriela Kohen, Adina Taubman, and Susan Ward, about, per the press release, "reaching middle age and not giving a f&*k."

What I Knew Beforehand
That it was a devised piece by five women about, in part, processing adulthood, middle age, and beyond.

Thoughts:

The stage is a workzone, with caution tape and warning signs. The stage is a playground, with toys and ribbons. The stage is a storage room, with piles of pillows and other forgotten detritus. The stage is a memory box, festooned with strings of photographs and crates of old keepsakes. The stage is a memorial, with the names of women dead due to restrictive anti-abortion laws, hand-drawn in careful, serifed font. The stage is a support group, with five wooden chairs waiting to be filled. The stage, as designed by Yi-Hsuan (Ant) Ma, is all of these and none of these, that glorious and liminal space to allow these five women to tell their stories, to be both here and now, and also many years ago and far away.

Monday, May 12, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W19: Stranger Things: The First Shadow, Those Who Remained, The Archduke

5/08/25: Stranger Things: The First Shadow
What: The Broadway transfer of the West End hit, a prequel to the Netflix series where we see the full origin story of Henry Creel/Vecna.
And? Let's get through the bad stuff first so we can end on a positive note. To begin, I don't know why they keep trusting Jack Thorne with these (he's also responsible for Cursed Child and that mediocre Christmas Carol). His scripts are full of holes, character assassinations, and full disregard for canon. In this play, Henry Creel is the same generation as the adults of the TV show (Joyce, Hopper, Bob, etc.). Not only does this not align with his age on the TV show in relation to Brenner and Eleven, it also raises some pretty big questions. Questions like "How come when Will disappears in Season One, Joyce and Hopper act like this is the first supernatural occurrence? Do they not remember that time in high school that a bunch of pets were murdered gruesomely during electrical surges?" Or "How come no one talks about Bob's sister almost being murdered by that weird kid that we never saw again?" Does everyone in Hawkins have Sunnydale Syndrome? The story itself isn't necessarily terrible, but trying to nest it in existing canon and timeline without actually respecting that canon or timeline is just plain stupid. 

And it didn't need to be this way. They could have gone the Cloverfield route. They could have gone to the Hellmouth in Cleveland. They could still have used Dr. Brenner as a young man if they want to keep their shadowy government villain the same, but the rest of this just doesn't play out. 

Oh! And. They make a point of being lightly racist against one of the characters (she's adopted, parentage unknown, so they call her Mystery Meat), but meanwhile the casting of the show is largely colorblind. It's just odd to have them be racist against a light-skinned mixed race character but be totally chill with a dark-skinned Black girl (who is also class president) standing right next to her. In 1959 in Indiana. You can be true to the history of racism in America, or you can say fuck it and go colorblind casting. I'm fine with either approach. But you can't do both at the same time.

My other complaint is just a weird disconnect between me and a lot of the audience: there were some spectacular special effects (more on that later), but often attached to devastating, horrible things. So while I was sitting there feeling the horror of the moment, the audience around me burst into rapturous screaming applause at the amazing spectacle of it. So it comes off a bit like they're applauding the full manifestation of Vecna, or a teenage girl being murdered.

Let's do the positives now! Holy shit, you guys, the design of this show is incredible. Under the direction of Stephen Daldry and Justin Martin, the collaboration of scenic designer Miriam Buether, lighting designer Jon Clark, and illusions & visual effects designers Jamie Harrison and Chris Fisher (and video & visual effects of 59), it's uncanny what they're able to portray on the stage. I don't really want to say too much and spoil things, but if you were transported by the magic effects in Cursed Child, it's the same team and they've only gotten better (though: warning for the squeamish, this is gory). Even more uncanny though is the performance of lead actor Louis McCartney as Henry Creel. Small and withdrawn at the beginning, he's able to turn menacing almost imperceptibly. And then his physical control as he battles with the darker shadows within him is astounding. I don't know how he does everything he does, managing his physical contortions with such present emotional honesty throughout, but in my opinion he should be the front-runner for the Tony (I have no idea what the actual buzz is, prediction-wise).

The company of Stranger Things: The First Shadow. Photo by Matthew
Murphy and Evan Zimmerman.


What: La MaMa presents Sophia Gutchinov's solo piece about how to be a living monument to the history of her ancestors and a staunch advocate for her existence here today.
And? full review here.

Sophia Gutchinov. Photo by Rani O'Brien.

Streaming

Sunday, May 11, 2025

Margin Notes: Those Who Remained

Sophia Gutchinov. Photo by Rani O'Brien.

Seen on: Friday, 5/09/25.

Plot and Background
La MaMa presents Sophia Gutchinov's solo piece about how to be a living monument to the history of her ancestors and a staunch advocate for her existence here today. The descendants of both Italians and Mongolians, Sophia's family emigrated first from Asia to Europe, then to New Jersey.

What I Knew Beforehand
That it was a solo piece.

Thoughts:

Sophia Gutchinov ably conjures her grandmother, still with the accent of her native land and trying to teach her descendant what she can of the family story. Her people are of the Kalmyk tribe, a tribe which dates back and back but which has scant records due to multiple attempts to wipe them out. Kalmik means "those who remained" and it speaks of Sophia's grandmother, of her family that fled Germany for America after the second world war. And it speaks of Sophia, who remains here, now, carrying the story of her ancestors in her body, her blood. How does she channel that through her existence?

Monday, May 5, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W18: The Grand Duke, Wonderful Town

 4/30/25: The Grand Duke
What: Blue Hill Troupe presents Gilbert & Sullivan's rarely produced operetta, their final collaboration.
And? It's ... not a great show (writing-wise). Less tripping happily through the topsy-turvy nonsense and patter songs and more an ungainly skip. Still, there's something to be said for the cleverness this production finds. Blue Hill always double-casts so I can speak only to the cast I saw, but David Pasteelnick in the title role and Suzanne R. Taylor as his betrothed Baroness are a comedic delight. And Ted Cubbin's scenic design is full of happy surprises throughout.




What: New York City Center Encores! series presents the Comden and Green and Bernstein (and Fields and Chodorov) musical about two sisters from Ohio who arrive in New York and almost immediately sing a song wondering why they left Ohio. And then there are many many hijinks.
And? Some enjoyable songs but a lot that don't grab me. But as always, nice to hear the score sung by such a great cast, especially Aisha Jackson and Anika Noni Rose as the two sisters, and Javier Munoz as Rose's swain.

Anika Noni Rose and Aisha Jackson as Ruth and Eileen. Photo by Joan Marcus.


Thursday, May 1, 2025

On a different note: some recent publications

 I forgot to brag here, but I've had a few pieces published over the last few months. Take a look!

published by Instant Noodles in their Currents issue

A prose poem meditating on the ebb and flow of those of us who come to New York from elsewhere, and those of us who leave again.

published on Flash Frog

A chance encounter with a dead squirrel while walking with her older brother inspires Imogen's meditation on what death looks like, and how it's different from dying.

four poems published in Judith Magazine

"That Fucking Refrain"
"Phoenix"
"I Held Your Hand Tonight"
"27 Av 5784"

published in Judith Magazine

A woman marks the one year anniversary of the passing of her grandfather with a jar of pickles.

Monday, April 28, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W17: Dead Outlaw, 七月半遗愿清单 Of Ashes and Souls, Miscast 2025

 4/22/25: Dead Outlaw
What: The Broadway transfer of the Off-Broadway hit by Itamar Moses, David Yazbek, and Erik Della Penna, inspired by the true story of Elmer McCurdy, an inept criminal whose preserved corpse endured a legacy longer and stranger than his thirty-one years of life.
And? This Broadway season's musicals is a continuing chain of "what an odd idea for a musical!" Some of them are successes, like the gem of Maybe Happy Ending or the delightfully silly Operation Mincemeat. Some disappeared quickly, like Swept Away. Some are still stubbornly kicking around, like Redwood. This one had a much-celebrated Off-Broadway run at the Minetta, which I missed, so I am grateful it got a transfer so I could see it. It's strange. It's good, I think, but yes another unusual show to land on Broadway this season. And not just because of the unusual subject matter (Andrew Durand spends half the show in perfect stillness, propped up in his display coffin), but also because of the way the story is told: a band jamming onstage in a little hut (lovely lighting by Heather Gilbert) with the lead singer telling us the story, periodically reminding us this is all true, and stepping into the story as bandit Jarrett, who lures Elmer into his gang to be the safecracker. The scenes happen in the spaces around the rotating hut, but the music remains the centerpiece of the action. The production is also a lovely showcase for a number of talented performers often relegated to thankless supporting roles: particularly Thom Sesma, but also Eddie Cooper and Dashiell Eaves.

Andrew Durand, Julia Knitel, and the band of Dead Outlaw.
Photo by Matthew Murphy.

4/25/25: 七月半遗愿清单 Of Ashes and Souls
What: Zihe Tian & Shall See Theater present the world premiere of Zijun (Neil) Wang and Zihe Tian's comedic horror story about a group of influences in a haunted house during the Hungry Ghost Festival, attempting to discover what caused the fire that killed eight people twenty-five years earlier.
And? full review here.




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Sunday, April 27, 2025

Margin Notes: 七月半遗愿清单 Of Ashes and Souls



Seen on: Friday, 4/25/25.

Plot and Background
Zihe Tian & Shall See Theater present the world premiere of Zijun (Neil) Wang and Zihe Tian's comedic horror story about a group of influences in a haunted house during the Hungry Ghost Festival, attempting to discover what caused the fire that killed eight people twenty-five years earlier. This is the debut production of Shall See Theater.

What I Knew Beforehand
That it would be in Mandarin. I was, as Sondheim said, both excited and scared.

Thoughts:

Play: It feels so rare to see an original story these days, and this one is delightfully original. Nine online influencers (gamers, amateur sleuths, and other personalities) have all gathered during Zhongyuan Festival (Hungry Ghost Festival) at a haunted mansion, determined to discover what caused the gas fire a quarter of a century ago, and find themselves in a time loop, stuck in the last hour of this day when the veil parts, and the spirits of the dead may cross over to inhabit the living. As one by one each influencer is taken over by another spirit, we step closer to the truth and the past, and a reconciliation among the dead for what went wrong that day when all seemed about to finally go right. Playwrights Zijun (Neil) Wang and Zihe Tian have crafted a script that is both tense and funny, and increasingly engaging as the audience comes to understand the story being told (it is, I admit, a bit overwhelming at the top, at least for a non-Mandarin speaker). Moreover, Wang, who also directs the show, crafts a coherent arc across the scene-jumping script. I will say, for future revisions, the countdown to the reset doesn't quite make sense in execution of the story--or at least, it was unclear to me if we were seeing multiple resets or just the one hour; if it's just the one hour, the timestands slated at the top of each scene don't match the flow of time as we or the characters are experiencing it. This is nitpicky, but it was distracting in the moment.

Monday, April 21, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W16: Genius, The Last Five Years, Canaan Unremembered, Floyd Collins

4/14/25: Genius
What: The Lucille Lortel hosts a benefit reading of a new musical adaptation of Patrick Dennis's novel, about a celebrated film director who flees creditors and the IRS for Mexico where, when he encounters bestselling author Patrick Dennis, devises a scheme to make a new movie and pay off his debts.
And? It's okay. Some of the songs are fun, but there's still a ways to go before it has the sharpness needed to be the kind of musical farce it wants to be. But it was a treat to see the incredibly talented and charismatic Douglas Sills in a leading role again: confident, clear-voiced, and as polished as if he'd been working on this role for weeks and not the 25 hours the director told us. Also making delightful comic turns were Lesli Margherita, Natascia Diaz, and Johanna Carlisle-Zepeda.




What: Jason Robert Brown's semi-autobiographical musical about his first marriage finally makes its Broadway debut. This is the one where she's living the story backwards, he's living it forwards, and they meet in the middle, when they get married.
And? We should start with Adrienne Warren. She is fan-flipping-tastic. A rich throaty voice, Disney princess eyes, and full conviction in her character. Even when she's just standing there listening, she's riveting and heartbreaking. Nick Jonas next to her is ... okay. He's sipping a delicate cocktail of low expectations, almost no dialogue, and being directed within an inch of his life. He moves well, and so he shines when he's got a dynamic song to perform, especially when he does high vocal riffs (his lower register remains weak). But when he's abandoned to the more staid serious songs, he crutches on leaning forward as his only tool to show he really means it.

This production breaks from the others I'm aware of, by sometimes having the other player present during their partner's song; perhaps they are borrowing from the film adaptation's success with that move (thinking specifically of the camera holding on Anna Kendrick's reaction to Jamie's "If I Didn't Believe in You"). The difference, though, is that the film was grounded in a clear reality (I am ignoring anyone who comes in yelling about musicals not being grounded in any reality, you're deliberately missing my point), and the stage show exists in a much more amorphous and flexible space. Beyond that, the show is already written with some overlap (Jamie taking phone calls during Cathy's songs, etc.), and those moments are clearly taking place in their individual character's time, not the time of the song they're interrupting. When either character remains onstage in the same costume to receive a song from a different time, that clarity becomes muddled. It also steals some of the power away from "The Next Ten Minutes," the one time the two characters are actually in sync. When Cathy was already onstage for the entirety of "The Schmuel Song" five minutes ago, her entering to duet with Jamie on their wedding doesn't feel like the momentous moment it should. It feels instead like the director was afraid of letting the show be what it is, and still exist on Broadway--a tiny two-person chamber musical in one of Broadway's biggest theaters (oops). I've seen this show done Off-Broadway (revival, not original), and in concert staging (JRB/Lauren Kennedy, and Joshua Henry/Cynthia Erivo), and honestly it doesn't need a lot of pyrotechnics to sell it. It just needs two powerful performers who have both the acting and singing chops.

I also don't understand why the side lighting was so loosely aimed that it kept illuminating the first few rows of the orchestra (including a bored-looking usher). I even saw an audience member have to hold their hand in front of their face to block the light. And I don't really know what the set design was doing, if it was doing anything.

Adrienne Warren and Nick Jonas as Cathy and Jamie in the aforementioned
"Schmuel Song." Photo by Matthew Murphy.


Monday, April 14, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W15: The Devil's Due, Smash: The Musical, Humpty Dumpty, Real Women Have Curves

4/07/25: The Devil's Due
What: The Tank presents a new play by Meron Langsner about Johanna, a young physicist, who conjures Doctor Faustus and Mephistophilis in her quest for knowledge, and must face the question of whether scientific discovery can be "pure" when in the hands of those who would corrupt its intentions.
And? Due to a few behind-the-scenes challenges, the performance I saw was a semi-staged reading, though in full costume and still utilizing key props. While the first act had a bit of unevenness as a result of this, the cast found their stride, and act two was fantastic. Doctor Faustus's curse after death is to corrupt the brilliant scientific discoveries that have come since his life, and he fears that his influence here under Johanna's summoning will finally bring about the end of life on earth (a valid concern for us here in 2025). I found myself thinking about the development of AI, and the wonders that it could achieve, but how often it is corrupted to replace thinking and processing in people ourselves. Are we drifting ever closer to energy sources kept in gooey pods? Were the Wachowski sisters right? Or is there still a chance for us to redeem ourselves? Without giving too much away, I will say that this play discusses the idea of hope quite a bit--the last thing in Pandora's Box, the thing that keeps Faustus going even as he is wracked with pain, the thing that drives Johanna to keep tempting fate (and the devil) to keep seeking knowledge and discovery. Hope that there is a better we can be, a better we can do. It's hard to choose hope right now, has been hard for years. But I'm grateful playwright Langsner chose hope here. Also marshmallows.




What: A new stage adaptation of the cult favorite TV show, a backstage musical about trying to adapt Marilyn Monroe's life into the musical Bombshell.
And? It's pretty strange, actually. It's not until the finale that Smash itself becomes a musical. It would probably call itself a backstage musical, but I'd be more inclined to call it a play with music--every song (except the finale) is diegetic, and nearly all of them are from the show-within-the-show Bombshell. As such, while some of them have some emotional resonance for the meta-character singing them, they're all still tied to the bombastic musical comedy energy of a show we only ever see pieces of. Sure, the songs are fun, but they're also a bit emotionally inert as a result. They do get to show off Stro doing what she does best though. And while I did miss getting to hear Brooks Ashmanskas sing, his comedic timing is unparalleled, and he earned some huge laughs.

It is interesting to see how the soapy hijinks and backstabbing viciousness of the TV series are adapted for this musical adaptation: dynamics are changed, with characters becoming different archetypes, and new elements introduced (I say archetypes because they don't bother to make Karen a real character so much as the sweet and wholesome perpetual understudy waiting for her Sutton Foster moment). It took until near the end of the first act for the show to actually surprise me, but I enjoyed that surprise very much.

tl;dr the show's kind of a mess, but it's a benevolent mess, and there's a lot of real talent onstage.

Robyn Hurder, Caroline Bowman, and Bella Coppola as Ivy, Karen, and Chloe.
Photo by Matthew Murphy.


Friday, April 11, 2025

Margin Notes: Humpty Dumpty

Christina Elise Perry, Gabriel Rysdahl, Marie Dinolan,
and Kirk Gostkowski as Nicole, Troy, Spoon, and Max.
Photo by Matt Wells.

Seen on: Wednesday, 4/09/25.

Plot and Background
The Chain Theatre presents the New York premiere of Eric Bogosian's 2002 play about a vacation "off the grid" is thrown fully off the grid when there is a mass power outage, the range of duration of which is unknown.

What I Knew Beforehand
I have seen and reviewed a number of Chain productions over the years; and I knew some of Bogosian's work.

Thoughts:

Play: It's chilling how current a play from over twenty years ago feels, particularly one so fixated on the technology available at that time: Palm Pilots, cell phones with patchy signals (that were not yet smartphones), and wall-mounted landlines and fax machines. As the characters, in the wake of both Y2K and 9/11, get distracted by cell phone calls, crab about increased TSA guidelines, and idly discuss the chances of another plague wiping out millions, there's a certain grimness to the Greek Tragedy of it all. We in the audience know the distant future, even as we don't know the immediate future awaiting these characters. What caused this blackout? How long will it last? And, even more grimly for us city-dwellers watching, the keen awareness that while out in nature these characters have some access to fresh food, those in the city would be cut off from supplies much more immediately. We remember the short-supply panic of March 2020.

So all this feels both prescient and immediate, and brings back memories of that isolation and uncertainty. Director Ella Jane New crafts the dynamics of the group with agility, maintaining the lines of tension as the dangers, both outside and in, increase.

Monday, April 7, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W14: John Proctor is the Villain, Vanya, Iolanthe, The Threepenny Opera, Pirates! The Penzance Musical

What: A new play by Kimberly Belflower, about the high school English class of a small Georgia community in 2018, currently rocked by a recent #MeToo revelation about one of the student's parents, the return of another student after an unexplained six-month absence, and the reading of Arthur Miller's The Crucible.
And? Parts of it are perhaps a bit on the nose (the title does rather give the game away, considering the payoff for it doesn't hit until two-thirds in), but perhaps that's appropriate for a play set entirely in a high school classroom. It still packs a hell of a punch, helped largely by a rudely talented ensemble (able to authentically bring back what it was like to be a teen girl who just wanted to have her inside jokes with her friends), and an epic climactic sequence. It was a great modern read on what is a standard high school text (raise your hand if you were also in your high school's production of it?). Is it an overly simplified read of Proctor? Probably, but that's also a very teenage thing, that absolutism. In any case, the larger sentence should be "John Proctor is the villain in Abigail's story." My friend that I saw it with remarked as we were leaving that the people who needed to see this play probably wouldn't (she made a similar remark when we left Prayer for the French Republic, and she was right). But in this case, I replied, "I needed to see it." Today, now, this year, I needed to see it.

What is true that the primary audience will probably be there for Sadie Sink, star of Stranger Things. Good news, she's fantastic, as is the rest of the less-famous cast. 




4/03/25: Vanya
What: The Lucille Lortel hosts the New York transfer of the London hit, Simon Stephens' one-person adaptation of  the Chekhov classic, starring Andrew Scott.
And? I forget sometimes how terrible most of the sightlines are at the Lortel. Oh well. Andrew Scott is heartbreaking and funny and astonishing and wonderful, and the adaptation is interesting, but it is still Chekhov, who's not my favorite. Still glad I saw it, as Andrew Scott is always worth seeing live.

Andrew Scott. Photo by Marc Brenner.



Monday, March 31, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W13: Maybe Happy Ending, Love Life, Nye, The Half-God of Rainfall

3/25/25: Maybe Happy Ending
a repeat visit

3/27/25: Love Life
What: City Center Encores! presents the 1948 Kurt Weill/Alan Jay Lerner musical about an unhappy couple whose children cause them to look back on their relationship to see where it went wrong--with each time we visit them being a different point in America's history, even though the four family members do not age, spanning from 1791 to 1948, when the show itself premiered. Does that sound weird? It kind of is, but it's easy enough to follow in the moment.
And?  This is a classic example of how valuable the Encores! series is: a show that is not often revived (in this case, there isn't even a surviving cast album), presented with full orchestra and high-caliber talent, to give new voice to the score. And often with this sort of thing, we can see why that show isn't often revived. Though this production ran for a year, it's rather unfocused in its concept (though perhaps with a stronger director than we have here, that focus would be more precise: there's a clear framing lens of vaudeville acts around this archetypal nuclear family, though I missed the consistent flavor that would have made that clear enough that the Pippin-esque finale didn't feel so far out of left field.

The family themselves don't really become people I invest in, but I think this show must have hit very very differently in 1948. My dad writes about the mythologizing of America in musicals like Oklahoma!, The Music Man, and Guys and Dolls. He also writes about the marriage trope, wherein the central couple's union represents the cohesion of community as a whole. This musical is a prime candidate for both those lenses--a look back at America's history through the frame of this family, but even more so, the nation's precarious state of maintaining unity in the wake of the Second World War, which had ended only three years previously (I wonder now why there wasn't a chapter in the show that took place during the Civil War, but then we probably know the answer to that one). America was very divided over this war--whether to enter the fray or not (not even touching on how many supported Hitler's campaign), and then the devastating outcome of our use of nuclear force. Is this the sort of thing a nation can survive and still feel united? Though the musical itself doesn't address any wars (the closest it gets to commentary of any sort are Susan's campaign for the right to vote, and a scene set during the Prohibition Era), it is meant to present the couple with the same degree of uncertainty. Indeed, their final moment is the two of them carefully reaching across a tightrope to each other, trying to hold their balance and hopefully hold each other as well. It's not just the future of their family--it's the future of our nation's soul.

So I can see what's interesting about this show, conceptually (and it must have been something with its original Michael Kidd choreo!) without having particularly gotten a lot emotionally out of the Encores! staging. That being said, the music is lush (even if Alan Jay Lerner is outed here as recycling a lyric and song concept from this show later for Gigi), and my god, the voices. Brian Stokes Mitchell, always a powerful voice, infuses everything he does with such warmth and joy (even back in 2020 when he stood at his open window every night to sing "The Impossible Dream" to anyone walking by) that you can't help but love him. Kate Baldwin matches him for warmth and powerful vocals. And then the ensemble! Stunning voices and harmonies throughout, in a score that really does make a point to feature many of its players. John Edwards, as both the Hobo and the M.C., has an extraordinary baritone and it's a treat to hear him sing.

Kate Baldwin and Brian Stokes Mitchell as Susan Cooper and Sam Cooper,
with the ensemble. Photo by Joan Marcus.

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Monday, March 24, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W12: Operation Mincemeat, BOOP!, Fog and Filthy Air

What: The Broadway transfer of the West End hit, a tongue-in-cheek musical adaption of the real-life British mission of deception in World War II.
And? Y'all, this show is a goddamn delight. The five actors--three of whom also cowrote the piece--have perfected the timing of their physical comedy to help make this sharp, hilarious, and without falter. Jak Malone, who won an Olivier for this production, is a particular standout in his various roles, and manages to break everyone's heart with a six-minute song sung in total stillness--that's when you know the audience is hooked. Ben Stones, responsible for the set and costume design that help facilitate the countless quick character changes and space shifts, is a magician with his designs full of trap door surprises and delights that keep us gasping and laughing. This one's a real treat.

Claire Marie Hall, Zoe Roberts, David Cummings, and Natasha Hodgson.
Photo by Julieta Cervantes.


What: A new splashy musical about Betty Boop who, tired of her life in the spotlight, escapes to the real world to discover they love her just as much. Sort of Enchanted/Barbie vibes, but with Betty Boop.
And? This show knows who its audience is, and is catering to it like mad: tourists in town looking for a brightly colored, dance-filled, feel-good musical. I found myself questioning if I've missed the immense popularity of a cartoon I vaguely remember from childhood. More than that, though, I was often disappointed by what I felt were missed opportunities by the designers. When we're first introduced to Betty Boop's world, of cartoonish grey-scale, it's delightful and imaginative, and a balanced use of projections and practicals. But I desperately want more contrast once we journey to the real world. In those scenes, the use of projections feels lazy, like they just didn't feel like building real things. But the whole point that keeps getting hammered in is that this is real, everything here is real, so why can't the design reflect that? Form and content, baby! That being said, the costume design is pretty great (and has a beautiful reveal at the top of the second act), and the lighting design does wonders to balance the look and feel of the characters when we're seeing both worlds at once onstage: bathing the real world in warmth while washing out the cartoon world. Even the vocals were tailored to this contrast, as we heard the more legit singing of Betty's film colleagues contrasted with the hard-belt (and no vibrato) of her real-world love interest. I also think they could shave off a half hour on this show if they cut Faith Prince's character (I love her, but she's wasted here and not plot-essential). But the performers in general are great: good voices and good stylized delivery in particular from Jasmine Amy Rogers as Betty, and Stephen DeRosa as Grampy.


Stephen DeRosa, Jasmine Amy Rogers, and Phillip Huber as Grampy, Betty
Boop, and Pudgy. Photo by Matthew Murphy and Evan Zimmerman.


Thursday, March 20, 2025

Margin Notes: Fog and Filthy Air


Seen on: Thursday, 3/20/25.
Robert Homeyer as Father. Photo by Peter Welch.



Plot and Background
Theater For the New City presents Tom Diriwachter's new play, inspired by true events, about Tim, a playwright working as a waiter in a restaurant, who travels by bus to Memphis in the middle of the night to rescue his parents, staying in a purgatorial motel and unable to drive themselves home.

What I Knew Beforehand
That it was about a family in crisis.

Thoughts:

Play:
 It's hard, with plays based on real events, to decide how faithful you must stay to reality, and when you are allowed to take liberties. This play ultimately feels like its intent is an apology and a tribute to Tim's (playwright Tom Diriwachter's stand-in) parents, flawed as they are. In the play itself he is frustrated with them, frustrated with their inability to take his writing seriously or to communicate with him frankly. But when Tim himself is offstage the audience sees the deep love his parents have for each other, the way his mother protects her husband from the creeping frailty of his own faculties. The play then is Tom/Tim apologizing for not seeing that at the time, but recognizing it now, decades later. However, beyond that, I don't know what the play itself is actually about. Its focus drifts, as well as its conviction as to whether what we're even seeing is real or not. The poster image includes a line from the show invoking "the Devil's eyes" haunting the father as he drove; the characters repeatedly refer to the motel room as Hell (though to me it reads more as a purgatory, with a very Godot/Dumb Waiter energy of wondering if the characters can actually leave), and I wonder if the playwright hoped for the play to leave the literal into some bizarre otherspace where perhaps all three characters are dead and the story is about them accepting that truth. But maybe it really is just about a father having a nervous breakdown, and his wife and adult son gently helping him collect himself enough to go home.

Wednesday, March 19, 2025

Long I Stand

This weekend I took a walk in a forest blanketed with pale crepe-paper leaves. And I thought of the Robert Frost poem. People tend to focus on the moral of it: "I took the one less traveled by,/And that has made all the difference." But that's an ending, a look back. That's the writer's purview, of course. But what's always stuck with me was the opening pause: 
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
Long I stood. It's the pause, the wonder. That phrase has haunted me for years; I kept trying to write a meditative story on the paralysis of choice, with that phrase as its title. Choice doesn't have to paralyze, but we don't need to rush the choice either. We can take a pause, take a breath, knowing we are only one traveler. Long we can stand, before we choose our next path. I grew up in a small town but I'm a city girl. As an introvert, the only way I can keep loving the city is to leave it every now and again. To visit the other path. It's not an either-or, though. It's both. We need both. It's the contrast that makes it matter, like how music has to be about change--otherwise it's just noise.

This weekend I practiced Shinrin Yoku, the Japanese practice of forest bathing, to let the sound and the feel, the smell and the taste of the forest wash over you. To take your path slowly and with intention.

I've been thinking about what March means. It's a month of transition, of shucking winter off, of stomping through the mud until we reach a warm rebirth. It's also a time of griefs, many griefs. It was March 2000 when we found out the cancer had returned, even after a bone marrow transplant. It was March 2020 when my city shut down, when writers who had shaped my world began dying around us. It was March 2021 when we grieved a year of isolation and loss. March 2023 had myriad griefs for me. March 2024 had the grief of watching people I thought were friends lionize men who celebrated the destruction of my people, my family. March 2024 was when I finally began the conversation of starting on antidepressants, when the griefs were too numerous to hold. March is also my birthday month.

The day before I left for my weekend away, I saw Redwood, a new musical about a woman who, unable to process her grief for her son, flees New York City for the California Redwoods. That too put grief in my head this weekend, as I stared at my own little forest in Massachusetts.

This weekend I had a hot stone massage on my birthday. The music playing under was a piano piece that was sometimes lively and tripping, sometimes desperate, sometimes quiet and ponderous, like water slipping easily over stones (I've always associated piano pieces with the movement of water). This music felt like grief to me, but not the dirgeful trudge of it, the weighted drowning over it. More the ways our minds and bodies try to cope with its heaviness. Movement, distraction, and the chosen moments when we look it in the face before turning away again.

And I thought that it's been five years of grief, March after March after March after March after March of it, slipping through and slipping by and trying to choose our moments of looking it in the face before we turn away again.

March is a good month for it.

This weekend I talked to a tarot reader about my burnout. I talked to an acupuncturist about my anxiety. I talked to a yellow wood about the best way to use my voice.

Most of my online "activism" takes place on one of the few platforms I'm still on (Facebook), and--I don't think it's helping. Maybe it is, maybe there are people quietly reading but not replying, quieting reading and taking strength in knowing they're not alone. Maybe there are people who know I'm not a monster and therefore if I've been advocating so staunchly on what is clearly an unpopular side for Left-leaners, there might be something worth interrogating. I don't know.

But it doesn't feel like I'm helping most of the time. I haven't seen additional people take up the call as a result of anything I post. The primary engagement I get lately is from gentile men who think they understand antisemitism better than I, a Jewish woman, or who think they understand the Middle East better than I, a woman who's had family in Israel since before I was born and who has been paying attention since I was five and saw a picture of my cousin napping in the bomb shelter, his face obscured by a gas mask. It's exhausting every time one of these men sea lions in, not even to engage with me, but to engage with a straw version of me, imputing thoughts I don't have to me, words I haven't said to me. These people who haven't engaged with me in a meaningful way in a decade, either in person or online, but I'm one of the few people posting about this, so they're going to spend their anger on me.

This weekend I turned forty. Life is short, and getting shorter with every passing year. I have one life to live, and I'm standing here in this yellow wood deciding how I want to live it. I'm probably going to be posting less, we'll see. But I'm no longer going to engage with these angry men who don't actually want to have a conversation with me. They don't get to poison my days anymore. Life is short, and they're not entitled to another second of mine.

If you do want to have a conversation with me, if you have questions, I am here for that. I am here for you. It's never too late to say that there are things we've misunderstood, that we've been taken in by one of the world's most powerful propaganda machines, activating a centuries-old latent bias. It's not too late. I have always believed in our ability to change. I've seen it firsthand. But if you want that conversation with me, you have to start it, and you have to start it in good faith, with an interest in listening, with questions. Not with attacks, not with assumptions.

But please know that this is a big energy drain to me each time it happens. This isn't an academic exercise or a hunt for a dopamine hit. This is my family, my life, my blood. This is real and deeply personal to me.

This weekend I sat quietly with myself. This weekend I stood long in a yellow wood.

I hope it's made a difference.

Moon rise in Lenox, Massachusetts. Photo by Zelda Knapp.



Monday, March 17, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W11: We Had a World, Redwood

3/11/25: We Had a World
What: MTC presents the world premiere of Joshua Harmon's memory play about the complicated dynamics among himself, his mother, and his alcoholic grandmother.
And? Memory plays really can be a crap shoot, but this one is exquisite. It dives into the complexities not only of unreliable narrators, but the unreliability of memory itself, including the stories we tell ourselves to explain what's happened to us. It's bolstered by a profoundly powerful cast of only three (and in fact the night I went, we were treated to understudy Courtney Balan playing Jeanine Serralles's role of Ellen, and you'd never know she doesn't play it every night. The heartbreak and strength she brings to every moment, the lived-in relationships she has with characters both on- and off-stage, it's all there and rich and wonderful and awful. Similarly, Andrew Barth Feldman and Joanna Gleason as Joshua and Renee both just seem like people living and interacting on stage, not performing characters.

This is all the more remarkable for how presentational the frame of this production is. Pre-show, the furniture is draped in tarps with City Center stamped on them, as a crew member slowly prepares the space for performance. The furniture used does not match the descriptions given by the characters but seem instead to be leftovers from other productions, rehearsal hall stand-ins. And then Barth, clad in only his underwear, nods to the crew member to cue the light change that starts the play. As the piece progresses the three characters argue about which parts of the story need to be told, and when, and why. Three people, three truths. They talk to us, and to each other, about the story they're telling, even as we see the exposed bones of their storytelling tools, reminding us all this is still a play, by a playwright and about a playwright, with a family who is watching him write this new play in front of and about them. Perfectly directed by Trip Cullman, with a brilliant scenic design by John Lee Beatty (the transformation! I adored it): a gem of a production.

Jeanine Serralles, Andrew Barth Feldman, and Joanna Gleason as Ellen,
Joshua, and Renee. Photo by Jeremy Daniel.



3/13/25: Redwood
What: A new musical by Tina Landau and Kate Diaz about a woman who, unable to process the death of her son a year ago, abandons her wife in New York to drive to the redwoods of California.
And? This one is getting mixed responses, from what I can tell. It's fine, but the songs have too much same-ness to them, especially when sung by Idina Menzel: her belt is tremendous but it seems to be the only flavor she has. I wanted more variety of vocal texture to help track her emotional journey through the show. I will say, this was the finest work I've seen from Michael Park in the supporting role of Finn. And the Jewish representation was nice, too. The scenic/projection design by Jason Ardizzone-West and Hana S. Kim, respectively, while stunningly detailed from my mezzanine seat, has even more towering majesty from the angle in the orchestra.

Khaila Wilcoxon and Idina Menzel as Becca and Jesse. Photo by Matthew
Murphy and Evan Zimmerman.