Showing posts with label immersive theater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label immersive theater. Show all posts

Monday, September 15, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W37: Mexodus, let's talk about anything else, Clashing Steel, Viola's Room

9/10/25: Mexodus
What: Audible's Minetta Lane Theatre presents a new live-looped musical about the other branch of the Underground Railroad: the one that offered escape and freedom from enslavement by journeying south to Mexico.
And? This is a pretty impressive achievement. I think this is only the second live-looped two-hander I've seen. Nygel D. Robinson and Brian Quijada, creators and stars, are dynamic and thrilling, creating music in an extraordinary way while also delivering deeply grounded and understated performances of Henry, a man who has escaped his enslavement and crossed the Rio Grande into Mexico, and Carlos, the farmer who rescues him. Riw Rakkulchon's scenic design gives us a corrugated metal silo, full of platforms and spaces for all the instruments needed at hand for Robinson and Quijada's composition. The collaboration of director David Mendizรกbel and choreographer Tony Thomas gives us a staging that is both poetic and clear.

Brian Quijada and Nygel D. Robinson. Photo from the Berkeley Repertory
Theatre run, by Ben Krantz Studio.


What: TOSOS presents Anthony Anello's new play about a group of friends gathered at a remote cabin on the anniversary of their friend's death.
And? full review here.

Gabriella O'Fallon, Sadithi De Zilva, Ry Albinus, and Caroline Portante as
Beck, Charley, Enda, and Meg. Photo by Mikiodo.


Not a performance, but an exhibition hosted by Culture Lab LIC. Created by fight choreographers Meron Langsner, Edjo Wheeler, and Jesse Belsky, the exhibition is a mixture of history and dramaturgy. Swords of different styles and eras are displayed, including ones used in notable projects (yes, indeed, I saw the sword of the Dread Pirate Roberts and lived to tell the tale). The shape and function of weapons are articulated, and comparisons show among different productions: so a "traditional" Romeo & Juliet weapon array--swords in belted scabbards, daggers and sheaths--is displayed alongside a "contemporary" Romeo & Juliet, featuring switchblade knives and a crowbar. Weapon sets for adult and child productions of the same story mirror each other across a room, the thick foam of the children's weapons apparent when you look closely. Of course, all the blades, no matter how shiny, are blunted. Because what is clear from the exhibit is that while stage and film combat is often flashy and elaborate, one of its main goals is to keep its performers safe. As vital as the comparatively new field of Intimacy Coordination, Fight Choreography tells a story without endangering the storytellers. Because an audience should fear for the safety of a character without fearing for the safety of the actor playing them. I know from looking online that while there are sometimes people on hand to demonstrate fight choreography, there were none the afternoon I went. Still, it was a satisfying and informative visit.



9/13/25: Viola's Room
a repeat visit

Monday, July 21, 2025

Weekly Margin 2025, W29: Viola's Room

7/16/25: Viola's Room
What: Punchdrunk, the UK company behind the long-running hit Sleep No More, presents a new immersive experience hosted by The Shed. Using a labyrinthine immersive installation and surround-sound piped in over headphones, as well as Helena Bonham-Carter's narration of a dark story of the moon, mazes, and dancing shoes, Viola's Room takes the audience on a hypnotic and magical journey.
And? In case my description didn't make it clear, I LOVED IT. It brought back so many things I love about Punchdrunk: total engagement with the senses, a haunting and bittersweet narrative, a sense of magic and mystery, an unknowableness, and installations and environments with such a precise and piercing attention to detail that takes the breath away. It's an intimate experience--none of the chaos of Sleep No More or Life and Trust, but perhaps more akin to Third Rail's Then She Fell--with only six people in each group, staggered at 15-minute intervals on their journey through the space and story. And at only one hour, it leaves plenty of the evening left for a meal with friends to digest and discuss (I went alone, but I plan to return with friends).



Monday, September 16, 2024

Weekly Margin 2024, W37: A Meal, Our Class

 9/13/24: A Meal
What: HERE Arts presents LEIMAY's immersive installation meal slash performance experience.
And? Throughout the three-hour evening, I keep re-evaulating what space I think I'm in, what world I'm witnessing. The preshow is ritualistic and features mason jars of the best tasting tea I've ever had (if all tea tasted like this, I might actually like tea). Then there is the singing by the two cantors and the slow but deliberate movement of the rest of the cast as they condition the space and build the first table. Then the audience group is split and escorted to different parts of the transformed space--for A Meal inhabits not just the ground floor mainstage space, but also the lobby and smaller black box theater below. Here there are more installations in isolated spots of light, and projections, and performers so still they might be statues. Here there is both the grotesquerie of food preparation and the loving care of building a meal. Here there is a commentary on limits of resources, on accumulations of waste. Here there is also a tray of sushi and an arepa cart, and a vendor singing of his wares.

It's a lot. It's many things. The costume design is flowing and sharp. The sound baths--a combination of recorded sound and the voices of the cantors--are hypnotic and lovely. It's a bit too long. But I'm glad I went.




9/14/24: Our Class
What: Classic Stage Company hosts the Manhattan transfer of the production that ran at BAM last year.
And? a repeat visit of a show that remains mostly intact from its last iteration. Still disturbing, still worth seeing, and still with audience members so unnerved they leave midshow. When I saw it last time I went with a gentile friend who was so shocked at the content of the show, that people would do this to their own neighbors and former friends. I, who have long known the history of pogroms, had no words to lighten the weight of that knowledge for her. This time, I went with a Jewish friend, who remarked with angry passion (I paraphrase), "It's not just a history play, this is what's happening now, here, in America, with lies being told about immigrants, with attacks in the streets. This play is about 2024." It's both, of course. That's how good art works. Maybe the actual goal is to not let ourselves becomes resigned to the monstrosity of humankind, but to keep being appalled, so we do not normalize the monstrous. We cannot afford to keep dehumanizing other humans. We're all we've got.

Stephen Ochsner as Jakub Katz. Photo by Pavel
Antonov.




Monday, September 9, 2024

Weekly Margin 2024, W33: Oh, Mary!, Life and Trust

8/13/24: Oh, Mary!
What: Cole Escola's irreverent play about Mary Todd Lincoln.
And? There's definite talent onstage, but the show isn't for me. I don't like queerness, addiction, or mental illness being treated as punchlines. I also don't like being twenty minutes ahead of the play in terms of plot twists.

Cole Escola as Mary. Photo by Emilio Madrid.


What: Emursive Productions's newest venture, an immersive promenade adaptation of Faust.
And? It's taken me a long while to finally do my write up of this. That's largely due to Personal Zelda Stuff, but it's partly due to my struggle to wrap my head around this production. Which isn't necessarily a complaint. If there's one word to describe Life and Trust, it's ambitious. The space in the Financial District they've built is stunning in scope: opulent and expansive, with high Deco ceilings and that sense of giddy excess right before the stock market crash of 1929. This production features a different sort of prologue to Sleep No More: a visit with banker Conwell on the eve of the collapse of his empire, before we travel back in time to see his rise when he was a young man eager to make his deal with the devil. Then for the next few hours we are in the type of immersive experience we may remember from Sleep No More. And yet it is not like that. At Sleep No More I described the experience as wandering through someone else's nightmares. But at the same time, I had enough of a grip on the story of Macbeth to be able to place myself within the narratives I followed. I knew where I was. 

Here, for the most part, I did not. Part of that was because I deliberately was not following young Conwall, as he tended to have the biggest crowd chasing him (I'm a different person now than the Zelda who was able to be at the front of the crowds following Macbeth or Boy Witch. 2020 has made me crowd averse in general. What's also true is that audiences for immersive shows have changed considerably since Sleep No More first arrived in New York. Everyone is savvy now, and everyone is vying for the front of the pack. It's exhausting.). I spent my evening following characters who seemed to have less of a crowd chasing them. If the crowd increased, rather than fight for a spot, I would wander off to another area. This is where I really want to compliment the designers' ambitions. There are so many different environments and worlds in this space, so many places to explore. Hidden pathways behind curtains, strange nooks and installations--I didn't mind that I was often on my own.

However, I will say that this strategy left me ready for the evening to end ahead of its actual ending. If I had been more aggressive about following characters, this might not be true. As for the characters I did follow? I have no idea who any of them were. Truly. At sea, me.

My big complaint though I must reserve for the grand finale (not part of the cycle). It's a shallower space than the ballroom at the McKittrick, and the central platform is not raised enough to accommodate for this. All this to say, I was too short to see what was going on on the central platform, and looked at the side platforms instead. So there was probably more story here I missed as well. Alas.

 Another sign of the ambitious nature of this production is in the expansion of what is asked of the performers. The athletic dancing and melancholy speechless performances continue here, but they are further enhanced with acrobatics and a bit of illusion magic (escapes and teleportations). Oh, and that player piano! I loved it.

Will I go see this ten or more times, as I did with Sleep No More? Probably not. The tickets are double the cost of what they were back then, and I'm not as fascinatedly in love with it as I was then. But I'm glad I saw it, and it is worth experiencing.

The cast of Life and Trust. Photo by Jane Kratochvil.





Monday, May 13, 2024

Weekly Margin 2024, W19: Staff Meal, Sleep No More

5/07/24: Staff Meal
What: Playwrights Horizons presents Abe Koogler's new play about a mysterious restaurant, that is somehow a mix of meetcute, restaurant culture, vagrant culture, a demolished fourth wall, and the end of the world.
And? This play is so fucking weird and I absolutely loved it. I don't properly know how to talk about it without spoiling it, and it's so much better to go in with as little information as possible. Fantastic work from everyone involved, including the eerie scenic design of Jian Jung lit gloomily by Masha Tsimring, with uncanny valley sound design by Tei Blow, and a pitch perfect ensemble cast, both heartbreaking and hilarious, directed by Morgan Green.

Jess Barbagallo, Carmen M. Herlihy, Erin Markey, and Hampton Fluker as
Server, Server, Christina, and Waiter. Photo by Chelcie Parry.



5/11/24: Sleep No More
What: Punchdrunk's immersive adaptation of Macbeth and the Paisley Witch Trials: an installation across five floors of a warehouse with dance and promenade audience, flavored by the music and style of the 1920s, and the scores of film composer Bernard Herrmann.
And? Technically a repeat visit, but after over a decade of not attending: I came to say goodbye, as the show will be closing next month. I didn't go in with a set plan, but let myself wander the space and explore the quieter parts of the space. I got to see the ballroom dance twice, once from the lower level, and once from the mezzanine, as well as a number of solo moments I didn't remember from before. I saw the card game but never managed to catch the interrogation. I followed Catherine for a good spell. I had given up the idea of getting a farewell 1:1 and was fine with that, when -- I got the sixth floor 1:1! After all this time! I'd assumed it wasn't happening anymore, once they opened up the Club Car upstairs. I've learned my lesson a bit since the year when I posted every spoiler and secret I could uncover here, so I won't detail it here (but will privately upon request). But oh, I'm so grateful I finally got to experience it. A beautiful farewell. And my friend Sophia left with a kiss from Hecate on her mask.

The card game. Photo source.


Monday, July 17, 2023

Weekly Margin 2023, W29: Here Lies Love

What: The Broadway transfer of the immersive dance hall biomusical about Imelda Marcos, featuring songs by David Byrne and Fatboy Slim.
And? I saw this show about a decade ago, when it was at The Public. I'll be honest, I didn't take away a lot of memories, beyond how strikingly good the three leads were (Ruthie Ann Miles, Jose Llana, and Conrad Ricamora; Llana and Ricamora reprise those performances here, and honestly I'd watch these two do anything. They're so talented), that it was my first encounter with the Marcoses (I did more reading after), and that it was a rather fun idea, staging-wise. I had concerns, then and now, that buying a standing spot on the dance floor would not be a good choice for me; with my height, I not only would have trouble seeing, but I also stand a higher risk of being stepped on. So in both cases, I went for one of the elevated seats overlooking the proceedings.

So I brought only foggy memories to my return visit. I think the physical storytelling has definitely progressed, and my goodness, the designers have done amazing work transforming the rather stodgy Broadway Theatre into a dance hall with giant disco ball, LED screens, and a DJ as our Emcee (a fantastic Moses Villarama). Knowing sightlines will be imperfect from any angle in this space--whether you're on the dance floor, in the VIP floor box, on the two framing raised stage seats, or in the still-intact mezzanine overlooking all--the designers project via live-feed certain scenes and angles for those who might otherwise miss the moment. There are staff in pink jumpsuits to help guide the dance floor standers around the space, as the performer platforms rotate or shift. All in all, it's a well-oiled machine to keep the show going. And it's a really good time. If it makes anyone feel uncomfortable to hear that a musical about Imelda Marcos is a really good time, that's entirely the point of the evening. This is David Byrne and Fatboy Slim's answer to Evita. And were it not for the quiet finale "God Draws Straight," led by the DJ on an acoustic guitar, we could probably write this show off as a flippant refusal to engage with the monstrosity of the Marcos reign (now sadly revived with their son in power). But ultimately this silly, poppy, brightly-lit pop opera is reminding us not only of how charismatic despots can be on their way to power, and how absolutely cruel they are once they have it--but also that we don't have to let them stay there. "Democracy is only as strong as its people," the DJ reminds us. We can get it back. We can be better.

Some quick critiques before I wrap up: Arielle Jacobs has a beautiful voice and charming presence but she won't eclipse the memory of Ruthie Ann Miles, for those of us who saw the Public run. The storytelling is somewhat hampered by its fidelity to its score, and historical plot beats are clear sometimes only because I read the timeline insert in the program. There is also a featured soloist in the ensemble (Jasmine Forsberg as Maria Luisa) and her place in the story is still pretty unclear (a scan of the Wikipedia page for the show reveals she is Imelda's inner self but uh ... again, not clear during the actual show).

Absolutely worth seeing though. I'm always in favor of Broadway shows breaking the proscenium, and not just at Circle in the Square. And it's a big damn deal to have an all-Filipino cast on Broadway, absolutely killing it.

Conrad Ricamora (right, in white) as Ninoy Aquino with the cast of Here
Lies Love
. Photo by Billy Bustamante, Matthew Murphy, and Evan
Zimmerman.


Monday, March 13, 2023

Weekly Margin 2023, W11: Leopoldstadt, Sweeney Todd, Parade, Camelot, The Jungle, Philip Goes Forth

3/07/23: Leopoldstadt
a repeat visit, this time in the second row. worth it.

What: If you don't know what Sweeney Todd is, there's a chance we're not real friends. Anyway, this is a revival of a show I was obsessed with in fifth grade (and not much has changed since then), this time starring Josh Groban and Annaleigh Ashford, and featuring the return of the original Broadway orchestrations.
And? I've been very lucky in my life to see many productions of this show, including videos of the original tour, the concerts, and the film. With each production I'm able to find something to appreciate, and it can be hard to pick a favorite. Michael Ball and Imelda Staunton might be my favorite for the two leads, but we shouldn't let that erase Stokes or Hearn, Dame Angela or Elaine or Emma or Carolee. The immersive pie shop production was such an amazing experience and I loved it so much, but after seeing this revival, oh, I don't think anything can compare to hearing a full ensemble in full harmony over a full orchestra. My god, this score is tremendous. The joke everyone's telling is that while the tourists are excited about Groban doing another musical, the nerds are excited about the original orchestrations returning. And, well, guilty. All we were missing was the no-longer-in-existence factory whistle. If nothing else, seeing this show was worth it to hear that score live, finally in its fullness again.

I do have some critiques (for I am Zelda, and I love this show), but I want to temper some of them with the acknowledgement that it's previews yet and there is time to hone. Annaleigh Ashford is a trip as Mrs. L, as we knew she would be: a brilliant comedian in both body and voice. But she's facing a challenge maintaining a line of tension with Groban's too-contained and -generalized take on Sweeney. The entire point of the song "Wait" is for her to calm him down enough so he will sit and let her take the open razor out of his hand. But Groban saves his break for "Epiphany," which means one feels little to no danger from him the rest of the time. Moments of change and reaction, turns in Sweeney's strategy, if they're there, are happening too subtly for those of us in the mezzanine to catch them (this is petty but it's bothering me: during "Epiphany" he reaches for his razor during the Johanna keening section. Logistically, I know he's grabbing it for his next break, but it makes no character sense for him to reach for it while grieving his lost daughter. Grab it on "but the work waits," my dude. It's a stronger character choice). Okay I'm going to leave him alone now. Listen, he's got presence and charisma and my god, that voice. I love love love to hear him sing this score. And I hope as the run continues he's able to sharpen his character arc into something a little clearer.

My comment about the lack of tension is, at the moment, a production problem as a whole. Right now we feel that tension only when the score is playing: it's all in the music. But we need to bring that same urgency to the unscored scenes as well. I'm also not sold on the choreo yet. Some of it--the machinery chugging--works, but other sections aren't adding to narrative and for me distracted from the emotional beat happening elsewhere onstage. Mimi Lien's scenic design, a bridge inside a sewer tunnel, reinforces both the Industrial Age motif of Hal Prince's original production (also reflected in Sondheim's lyrics) while firmly placing us in Sweeney's view of London and humanity: we're all shit in the gutters, and we deserve to stay here. I also love how the backlit backdrop is sometimes an overlarge looming moon and sometimes a light at the end of the tunnel our characters will never reach.

Other quick popcorn notes before we go: The accent work is beyond inconsistent, to the degree I half-wish they hadn't bothered trying. Jordan Fisher isn't there yet with his take on Anthony. His songs don't seem to sit comfortably in his range, and he's a bit marble-mouthed on his dialog. I've really enjoyed him in everything else I've seen him do, so I hope this gets better. Maria Bilbao is a fantastic Johanna, sweet and sly, and ugh her voice is absolutely dreamy. That's a performer who knows how to use her instrument. Also predictably wonderful is Ruthie Ann Miles as the Beggar Woman, hitting the character's sudden turns and operatic vocals with ease. Oh and Nicholas Christopher is a marvelously peacocking Pirelli. And the ensemble! Those voices! That cohesion! The harmonies! Stars, all of them.

Oops I wrote a lot. I'd like to reiterate that it's previews, and things can change. Thomas Kail is an intelligent director who knows what he's doing.


3/09/23: Parade
What: The Broadway transfer of the wonderful City Center Encores! revival of the Uhry-Brown musical about the trial and subsequent lynching of Leo Frank.
And? I'm going to guess that this, Sweeney, and Into the Woods will be the front-runners for Best Revival of a Musical come Tony season. My vote goes to Parade. The revival is timely, it gives a second chance to an excellent show that closed too early due to the Drabinsky shenanigans, while also showing a decidedly new take on the text. Michael Arden is a wonderful director, and all the intelligent and powerful choices he made for the Encores! production are here but sharpened, and with new elements added to truly underline the circus that was Dorsey's prosecution of Leo Frank. The choreo by Lauren Yalango-Grant and Christopher Cree Grant is precise and perfect without overwhelming the show. Ben Platt and Micaela Diamond continue to absolutely deserve the accolades they're receiving, and they are backed by a strong supporting cast of Alex Joseph Grayson, Sean Allan Krill, Howard McGillin, Paul Alexander Nolan, and Danielle Lee Greaves. Each of these performers is doing nomination-worthy work, and I love to see it. The production is coherent, each element all working toward telling the same story. Okay, I have one note: something is off with Jon Weston's sound design. I can't speak for the orchestra's experience but in the mezzanine we often struggle to hear a soloist over the ensemble and the orchestra in some of the louder songs, even with singers who I know have powerful voices. This is a well-written score, and we should be able to hear the words as well as the powerful music. Technically the show is still in previews but I'm pretty sure the critics are showing up now, so ... get on it, sound design!


3/10/23: Camelot
What: Lincoln Center revives (sorry, revises) Lerner and Loewe's musical about King Arthur and an idyllic if unsustainable ideal.
And? I was gearing up to say "oh right, this will also be a front-runner for Best Revival" but damn. This is an utter embarrassment. The tl;dr of what I'm about to talk about is: if you want to write a new adaptation of the story of King Arthur, write a new adaptation of the story of King Arthur. Don't rewrite an existing show and then pretend it's still Lerner and Loewe's show just because it uses the same score.

Anyone who knows me knows I have historically liked Aaron Sorkin's writing, but this is a man who cannot mold his voice to blend with someone else's. So not only do we have dialog that is completely discordant with the lyrics (not just tone and diction, but also core aspects of the characters in the score are not reflected in how they are written in the book. It's Little Orphan Annie all over again), we are also rife with contemporaryisms and Sorkinisms (yes, you've heard right, Guenevere hates Lancelot's "breathing guts," and yes, this is "the age of King Arthur and we reach for the stars." I did an actual facepalm in the theater after that self-plagiarism) (EDIT: over a year later I took a look at Lerner's original libretto and this line is his; Sorkin had borrowed it for other projects and I didn't catch that). Moreover, the dialog often treats the songs themselves with derision--even treating the idealism and heroism, the thing that made this show beloved by the Kennedys in the first place, with derision--which is a super weird energy to bring to a script you're rewriting.

So problem one is the book and score are now beyond incompatible. What else is embarrassing here? Well, we all know Sorkin's been having trouble writing women lately. So I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Guenevere's main tactic in any scene is to flirt with everyone around her (except for Arthur and Lancelot, which is a choice, I guess). For someone who in Sorkin's new script makes it clear to her ladies in waiting she would not have an affair because she's not that kind of woman (also treason), the flirting thing is just really strange. And beyond that, she's not much more fleshed out than she was in the original script, so behold our lack of improvement. Meanwhile, Sorkin can't seem to make up his mind whether Arthur is A, a sweet but simple fool who can't think straight unless he's pacing and has someone smarter than him to talk him through it; or B, a quietly intelligent man with keen insight into his fellow humans, and just a touch of ADHD. There's just no coherency to either of these characters, and they are the damn center of the show.

Jordan Donica's superbly performed Lancelot is the only character who still feels like Camelot. Everyone else feels a little embarrassed to be here, undermining the idealism and heroism for a cheap laugh at every turn. For that matter, while they seem to know how to activate Sorkin's undercutting humor, they've completely missed the jokes in the actual score. The entirety of "Simple Joys of Maidenhood" is a JOKE and no one onstage or behind the scenes seems aware of that fact. They think they're doing something new by playing "C'est Moi" straight but that's the only way the song works. Lancelot cannot laugh at himself. And while Sorkin has built an extended new montage sequence in Act Two around the repetitive "Fie on Goodness," director Bartlett Sher has failed to activate the already-a-montage song "Guenevere."

Oh and let's talk about lazy writing and bad research (where is the dramaturg?)! The production is full of timeline supertitles, like we're in a Marvel movie, and they tell us early on this show takes place just before the Enlightenment. Why, then, does Arthur make a joke about The Gilded Age, an age that hasn't happened yet? For that matter, why is he talking about being in the Middle Ages? It would take a lot of work to convince me people in that time walked around going "oh we're in the Middle Ages," like they're characters in a John Mulaney bit. Then we have Arthur's obsession with seeing bald eagles, a bird native to North America and not so much Europe. It's just, so much of this stuff is googleable. I googled it just now. If this were an essay I'd give it a D.

I'd like to add: I don't actually think Camelot as originally written is that good a show either. It's got some lovely songs but it's not Lerner's best work. But I went into this prepared for the weaknesses I already knew about, and maybe some Sorkin-y back and forth. I wasn't expecting the show to be so much worse. Yes, this was the second preview, but the writing problems in this show are in every beat, and I don't see how it can be fixed in time for opening. This terrible writing is what we're stuck with, and we'll see if people lap it up anyway because they have nostalgia for the score, or if they're noticing what I'm noticing too: Sorkin and Sher dropped the ball.



3/11/23: The Jungle
What: St. Ann's Warehouse brings back the much-acclaimed immersive production from A Good Chance/National Theatre/Young Vic: Joe Murphy and Joe Robertson's play about the refugee camp in Calais called The Jungle, where refugees from Sudan, Syria, Palestine, Afghanistan, Kurdistan, and elsewhere try to cohabitate and survive, all hoping to someday claim asylum in the UK.
And? Extraordinary and infuriating. This immersive production, conceived and written by two men who ran a theater in the Calais Jungle, shows the everyday concerns the refugees faced while in The Jungle (coexisting in small spaces with peoples with whom they were historically in conflict with, or building houses instead of tents) and the larger dangers (smuggling themselves across the Channel to the UK, or fighting the French government's threats of eviction and demolition). Too, they all carry the traumas and little deaths experienced on their escape from their homelands to where they have landed now. There are small hopes here, there are places for joy and celebration, there is insistence on human dignity and pride, but there is so much despair. These are people who cannot go home, but who are not welcomed anywhere else. And yet they've managed to build a home, with its hub being the restaurant Salar has built in which the audience sits to eavesdrop on the unfolding story. I wish I had better words to describe the nature of this show. It's something you have to be in yourself, sit there and go on the journey (though I will say, buyer beware: many of the seats are backless benches and I went home with a twinge in my back afterward). Incredible cast, led by Ben Turner as restauranteur Salar and Ammar Haj Ahmad as the kind narrator Safi, both of whom are giving vulnerable and vivid performances.

Ben Turner and Jonathan Nyati as Salar and Mohammed.
Photo by Marc Brenner.

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Monday, May 16, 2022

Margin Notes: Try This On For Me


Seen on:
 Sunday, 5/15/22.
My grade: B+. Experimental and Intriguing.

Plot and Background
The New York Neo-Futurists, an artistic collective building original work, present the world premiere of Lee LeBreton's immersive/interactive play, which takes its audience through a surreal flea market on the hunt for the perfect outfit.

What I Knew Beforehand
Just the premise, which is how I like it.

Thoughts:
 
You enter a room framed with clothes on clothes on clothes: racks of them in all colors hugging each wall, a display of mannequins adorned with hats, scarves, jewelry. The performers greet you quietly as they putter about the space, sorting and hanging more clothing on the racks, inviting you to seat yourself in any of the variety of comfy chairs around the space which frame the piano and the three small platforms with additional racks of clothes, old suitcases, hat boxes. You've been told you might get to leave with something but you don't know what that means yet. And then the show begins.

The three creators/performers of this show have had to straddle multiple identities in their lifetime: queerness, transness, Blackness, Brownness, feminine, masculine, youth and maturity. The phrase "Try This On For Me" refers not only to one element of the interactive experience--audience members trying on articles of clothing on display in the space--but also to trying on new identities, and sometimes just trying on new ideas. What does it mean to put on a hoop skirt and promenade slowly through a space, shoulders back and hands wafting? What is the acceptable shoe for a young man with feet too small to fit in conventional men's dress shoes? What clothes free you? What clothes tell the world who you are? Show creator Lee LeBreton frames these questions as three criteria: is it comfortable? is it legible (does it say who you are)? is it desirable (does it make you feel sexy/attractive)? These questions Lee asks himself, and then the performers ask us as well, about the clothes we wore to the show. They tell us stories from their childhood, from their now-hood, the challenge of finding outfits to meet all three criteria, to help them safely navigate the intersections of their identities. And when the audience is invited to peruse the racks for themselves, we can ask again of a new item we might acquire: is it comfortable? is it legible? is it desirable?

The day we went one of the three performers was in isolation, unable to be in the space with us but present in pre-records of her sections, and finally on FaceTime to introduce her to the audience and what we found. I'm pretty impressed with how smoothly they made this pivot, such that I began to question if it were planned or no (I still think no, but that they had enough warning to make quality recordings of Nicole Hill's sections). The work is engaging and introspective, inviting the audience to self-examine in equal measure to their reaction to the stories we're being told.

And I love my new jacket.

Monday, October 18, 2021

Margin Notes: Assemble




Seen on: Saturday, 10/15/21.
My grade: B

Plot and Background
A return engagement of Flying Leap LLC's immersive audio journey about Jane's 40-year crisis during a pandemic.

What I Knew Beforehand
I knew it was immersive, audio, and choose-your-own-adventure. Beyond that I tried to avoid reading as much as possible, for my first return to immersive theater since the shutdown.

Thoughts:

Preface: I'm going to avoid major spoilers here, since the location of Assemble is part of the secret and the surprise. The production (performance? experience?) is an interesting idea, simultaneously isolatingly private and completely exposed. It's a promenade experience, with the audience on their feet and moving. Each audience timeslot has only four attendees (each set of four staggered at twenty-minute intervals across a two-hour span), with audience members clutching their mobile, earbuds in. You are alone. You are surrounded by people. You are surrounded by people who don't realize you're having an experience. You are surrounded by people having their own experience. No one is looking at you but you're in everyone's way. And -- yes, that's someone else in your timeslot, sharing a conspiratorial grin before returning their attention to their phone.* As you follow Jane on her journey, making choices in the app, reliving the tedium of isolation at home and the anxiety of growing older without hitting the milestones everyone told you to hit, you and Jane both begin to realize your choices were wrested from you the moment you hit play.

Parts of this experience worked very well for me, immersion-wise. I felt enveloped in the moment, in the choices, in the world being tapestried around me. But too often I was pulled out, either for fear of being in the way of someone who didn't realize they were part of the show, or trying not to overlap too heavily with my fellow time-slotters, or--frankly--window shopping. I got lost a few times. I couldn't do precisely what the app requested, for reasons outside my control. And pretending you're doing a thing for an audience of zero, as you wait for the next step to prompt, is its own weird dissociation. Especially when I wouldn't go with option A, B, or C at times.

That being said, I like the bones of this experience very much, and wouldn't mind seeing what comes next from this group. Maybe next time I can latch into the story better, and disappear for a few hours into somewhere else (though traveling between Brooklyn and Queens on a weekend is rough y'all).


Monday, October 11, 2021

Weekly Margin 2021, W42: Assemble, Oedipus

10/16/21: Assemble
What: An immersive audio adventure in a secret location (Brooklyn).
And? Full review here.




Streaming Theater Related Content I Watched

Monday, September 30, 2019

Weekly Margin 2019, W39: The Lightning Thief - The Percy Jackson Musical, Caesar & Cleopatra, I Can't See, Terra Firma, Twelfth Night

9/23/19: The Lightning Thief - The Percy Jackson Musical
What: Broadway transfer of a new musical adaptation of the first book of the popular YA fantasy adventure series, about a teenage boy who discovers he's a demigod, and then gets framed for a theft that could lead to an all-out war among the pantheon of Greek gods.
And? I saw this in early previews, so I can hope that the things I'm about to complain about get better: I kept being blinded by the lights, and the sound mix was so bad that the orchestra kept overpowering the singers and I often couldn't hear or understand the lyrics. Unfortunately, both of these elements conspired to make me turn off fairly early on in the show. Although Percy's banter was enjoyably snarky, a lot of the other humor betrayed some laziness on the writers' part (guys, isn't it hilarious when a man wears a dress? isn't femininity by definition just so funny? also, making a crack about a musician ending up in the Underworld is playing to the Christian version of Hell much more than the Greek version, so that joke made no sense, and if it sounds like I'm nitpicking, guess what I was super annoyed that I couldn't understand 3/5 of what I was hearing, so this is what you get). Chris McCarrell as Percy and Jorrel Javier as Grover and Mr. D were both very funny (though again, diction and sound mix meant I missed a lot). Ryan Knowles as Chiron, Hades, Poseidon, and basically any rando the three adventurers met was a consistent delight. Also I liked the concept for Lee Savage's scenic design, but would have appreciated more textual integration.

Also I just realized that this year has three different incarnations of Hades on a New York stage (Hadestown and the Public Works run of Hercules being the other two), and that's kind of fun.

Jorrel Javier, Chris McCarrell, Kristin Stokes, and James Hayden Rodriguez as
Grover, Percy Jackson, Annabeth, and Ares. Photo by Jeremy Daniel.


9/25/19: Caesar & Cleopatra
What: George Bernard Shaw's play about, well, Caesar and Cleopatra, a proto-Pygmalion. Presented by Gingold Theatrical Group.
And? Unfortunately distinctly unengaging as a production, though the design is appealing.

The cast of Caesar & Cleopatra. Photo by Carol Rosegg.



Monday, October 22, 2018

Weekly Margin 2018, W42: Goodbody, The Thanksgiving Play, Oklahoma!, Plot Points in Our Sexual Development, National Theatre Live: King Lear

10/16/18: Goodbody
What: The Crook Theater Company's first original work, about a woman with no memory, a dead body, a bloody beaten man, all in a barn in upstate New York, with a clock to beat before the consequences come knocking.
And? Full review here.


Raife Baker as Spencer. Photo by Carol Rosegg.

10/17/18: The Thanksgiving Play
What: A school theater director, a street artist, a history teacher, and an LA actress gather together to craft a devised play for the school's Thanksgiving observance, determined to be as progressive and virtue-signaling as possible.
And? It felt, in a way, like a sequel to Playwrights Horizons's earlier Miles for Mary (it even played in the same upstairs space). The actors were good, there were funny moments, but a lot of this play indulges in the cringiest aspects of both tacky careless racism and overly-demonstrative privilege-battling. Not bad, but not for me.

Greg Keller, Jennifer Bareilles, Jeffrey Bean, and Margo Seibert as Jaxton,
Logan, Caden, and Alicia. Photo by Joan Marcus.



Monday, October 8, 2018

Weekly Margin 2018, W40: The Other, Other Woman, Uncle Romeo Vanya Juliet, Then She Fell

10/04/18: The Other, Other Woman
What: A developmental reading of Emily C. A. Snyder's new verse play about polyamory and love-crossed souls in a small town in 18th century France.
And? A lot of talent and potential. Full review here.

Regina Renee Russell, Chris Rivera, Justy Kosek, Amanda Roberts, Joe Raik,
and Bridget Randolph. Photo by Duncan Pflaster.


10/06/18: Uncle Romeo Vanya Juliet
What: Bedlam's mash-up of Chekhov's Uncle Vanya and Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
And? This was not for me, unfortunately. It seemed oddly tame for Bedlam, and the connection between the R&J moments and the more dominant UV moments were not clear. Some good performances, especially from Bedlam regulars Susannah Millonzi and Edmund Lewis, and some interesting choices, but it felt like a lot of missed opportunities.

Randolf Curtis Rand, Zuzanna Szadkowski, Eric Tucker, and Susannah
Millonzi. Photo by Ashley Garrett.


10/07/18: Then She Fell
a repeat visit with friends (2013 review here)

Monday, March 12, 2018

Weekly Margin, 2018 W10: Carousel, Escape to Margaritaville, The Signature Project, The Bloody Deed of 1857

3/06/18: Carousel
What: Since Lincoln Center and Bartlett Sher are busy with My Fair Lady this season, Jack O'Brien is in charge of the current prestige Rodgers & Hammerstein revival. Fiercely independent Julie Jordan falls in love with charismatic rogue and carnival barker Billy Bigelow. They marry, but it's a tense partnership, with his violent temper making everyone fear for Julie's happiness and safety. After learning of Julie's pregnancy, Billy agrees to aid in a robbery that would help him support his family, but when it goes south, he commits suicide to avoid imprisonment. In the afterlife, he is given the chance to redeem his existence and help the family he left behind, fifteen years later.
And? I don't like this show. I never have. I saw it as a young child and had an instantaneous recoil against a narrative about a man who foolishly ruins the lives of his entire family, but then the show wants to redeem him. I wanted none of it. I still don't want much of it. So my repulsion to the content aside, I will say: I respect the craft I see Hammerstein the bookwriter doing, experimenting with form, having scenes that seamlessly shift between song and spoken word - a clear antecedent to Sondheim and his collaborators. This production is solidly anchored by the heartbreaking earnestness of Jessie Mueller's Julie, the perfectly-delivered soliloquy of Billy by Joshua Henry, and the amazingly hilarious and heartfelt Carrie as performed by Lindsay Mendez (my GOD, these three). The rest of the cast was uneven - neither the ballet dancers nor the opera star are particularly good actors, but they're good at the dancing and the singing, respectively. Outside of a few isolated small personal interactions, I was not particularly fond of the staging of the show ("Blow High, Blow Low" was a high point, however), or of the set design. Also it's Carousel. [further note: it's still in previews, and I've been told they're experimenting with different revisions of the script, so the production that opens might be different from what I saw]



3/07/18: Escape to Margaritaville
What: A new musical based around the song catalog of Jimmy Buffet (some classics, some new material, if my understanding is correct). Workaholic Rachel takes her bff Tammy on a week-long bachelorette holiday to a tiny island with a volcano which may or may not erupt. While there, both women find romance in unexpected places. Also everyone drinks a lot.
And? I mean ... if you want to see a brightly-colored musical with songs by Jimmy Buffet and don't care if there's an actual story or conflict, this is a show you might enjoy. It was kind of fun seeing it on blizzard night - we hardy few who made it there were invited to move in close and enjoy. The show is harmless; I was mostly bored. Also, I managed to make a lot of my friends hilariously angry when I announced on Facebook that until that night I didn't realize Jimmy Hoffa and Jimmy Buffet were two separate men. So that was fun.

Andre Ward, center, as Jamal. Photo by David Gordon.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Chandeliers and Caviar: Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812, by Dave Malloy, adapted from War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. Directed by Rachel Chavkin. Starring Phillipa Soo and Dave Malloy. Currently running at Kazino through September 1st, 2013. Previously ran at Ars Nova in 2012.

Lucas Steele as Anatole
You are seated at a small round table in a club lined with plush red curtains, adorned with 19th century paintings (including the famous Napoleon portrait). The tables are scattered across the long space, some on the ground level, some up small sets of stairs, lining the walls. The tables are crowded with food - fruit, crudites, small pastries, shots of borscht, as Dmitri (or a similarly Russian-named and -accented waitstaff) takes your drink order. Techno music plays as you observe the starburst-shaped chandeliers and naked bulbs hanging down, and Royce the House Manager makes his rounds, swatting playfully at the waitstaff, saying hello, and being the first to ask you to turn off your cell phone (he will not be the last). Dmitri brings you your second course as you anxiously wait for the show to start. You've skimmed through your program, where there is a helpful summary and character chart, but you're still trepidatious. You never read War and Peace, but you strongly suspect it is Russian, which means it is complicated, depressing, and full of characters with at least three different names apiece.

But the atmosphere is festive, and some of the ensemble have begun to mingle, and perhaps this will not be as dark as all that.

Friday, January 4, 2013

A Good Night for Ghosts: a review of Then She Fell


Alice and Alice
"I wonder, when you look in the mirror, who stares you down at night?"

A Nurse greets you at the door you almost didn't find, past the ruined garden, down the stairs, around the corner. She checks your name off a clipboard and tells you to find your place, labeled, at one of the three tables. Waiting for you is a ring of keys, and another Nurse is at hand with your elixir. This is Then She Fell, Third Rail Project's immersive adaptation of Lewis Carroll's Alice books, and it is both strange and familiar.

The lobby where we waited was appropriately dark and curious. Our bags left in an open trunk, our coats piled on a single coatrack, and locked boxes scattered throughout the room, begging to be unlocked - one box contains letters from Lewis Carroll to Alice Liddell (the real-life inspiration and intended audience for the Alice books), another photographs of the two, another a tiny parlor of dollhouse furniture, complete with minuscule playing cards scattered on the floor and a toppled chess set. Each table has a folder full of hospital admittance forms, already filled out.

Eventually the Doctor stepped up to a microphone to welcome us and tell us the rules of the space - no talking, no opening closed doors, relock anything you happen to unlock with the keys you've been given. He then spoke on liminality while nurses guided audience through various doors, one or two at a time. So the audience was separated and sent on its various journeys, and so the show began.

Friday, July 1, 2011

The Spoiler-Free User-Friendly Guide to Enjoying Sleep No More

friendJudy, who attended Sleep No More last night with me, suggested I try my hand at a post on this show that's not dripping with spoilers, and that could actually be a useful tool for any first-timers attending, so ...

Tips and Tools to Having the Best Time Ever at Sleep No More!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Get thee to the McKittrick Hotel!

Warning! Here there be spoilers for Sleep No More. Read no further if you want to stay in ignorance. Seriously. I'm not censoring what I reveal here. Okay fine. Keep reading. I warned you.

How do I even attempt to describe Sleep No More?

I could start with the nearly pitch-black maze right after coat check that almost gave me a panic attack (thank goodness the man in front of me had a white shirt to reflect what little light there was).

I could mention the white masks every audience member is asked to wear  - masks that put us all in anonymity and isolation, shadowing our eyes and distinguishing us from the unmasked performers.