Monday, July 18, 2022

Weekly Margin 2022, W30: The Ninth Hour

What: Joe's Pub presents a concert of Kate Douglas and Shayfer James's new rock-noir musical adaptation of the epic Beowulf.
And? Really cool music and some great voices. I'll be very interested to see where this goes next. (they also gave us a brief interval of songs from some of their other projects, an adaptation of three Poe stories and one of Faust) Special giant shoutout to the two ASL interpreters who conveyed so much character, emotion and journey through each lyric repetition.

Photo source.

Monday, July 11, 2022

Weekly Margin 2022, W29: Into the Woods

What: The Broadway transfer of the celebrated Encores! production of the beloved Sondheim/Lapine fairy tale mashup.
And? It's basically the same show I saw at Encores! in May, with some cast changes. And maybe it's on me for assuming that a Broadway transfer from a concert staging would also expand itself to be a full production, like Finian's Rainbow or Gypsy did, rather than pulling a Chicago. So since there's not much new for me to discuss, we'll just do some popcorn:
  • It's nice that the Encores! orchestra and Rob Berman got to come with the transfer, especially as this was Berman's final Encores! production.
  • I'm still disappointed there were no new choices made for this production. Yes, I loved it at Encores!, but I loved it for what it was: a well staged concert reading.
  • This is nowhere near the first time I've seen an actor go up during a Sondheim song, but it's the first time I've seen one resort to a "doo bee doo, la la" as he flailed through it (Gavin Creel eventually recovered the verse, with some help from Sara Bareilles, and the audience ate it up)
  • The "Dwarves/Dwarfs/Dwarfs" moment was just ... I was laughing for the next five minutes, it was so dumb and hilarious.
  • Relatedly, Joshua Henry (Rapunzel's Prince) should do more comedy.
  • Also relatedly, Joshua Henry should do more everything because he's so damn good I can't stand it.
  • Literally I grabbed my friend Beth's arm as she simultaneously grabbed my arm when he began to sing, it is RUDE how beautiful his voice is.
  • Brian d'Arcy James (Baker), also rude. Made me cry with his "No More."
  • Please tell me we're getting a cast album. I'm so tired of not getting cast albums with BDJ's voice on them.
  • Patina Miller (Witch) is fine but doesn't has as much vocal color or emotional texture as Heather Headley did.
  • This is such a minor nitpick, but if Cinderella's going to throw the sixth bean into the audience, wouldn't it be the most badass thing if Act One ended with a beanstalk climbing up in the audience too? Follow Cursed Child's example and send us into intermission freaking out!
  • I am quietly stoked to see Aymee Garcia, who used to understudy Ann Harada in Avenue Q, inherit Jack's Mother from Harada, and absolutely own the part. Nice to see an understudy make good.
  • Speaking of understudies making good, Cameron Johnson was on for Milky White, and was absolutely wonderful throughout.
  • Love to see Nancy Opel (Stepmother) but she is criminally underused for the talent and voice we know she has.
  • Phillipa Soo makes a three course meal out of Cinderella's midnight spills, and I fucking love it. A+ rule of three and escalation.
  • Weird weird choice for "Hello, Little Girl," where the Wolf has been desexualized and yet Little Red gets flirty toward the end with her "Goodbye, Mister Wolf," and y'all this has always been a pretty explicit predator (and pedo) narrative, and I'm not comfortable with any hint that the actual child is the sexual aggressor.
  • Julia Lester and Cole Thompson remain adorable, hilarious, and in great voice as Little Red and Jack.
  • Casting a tenor as Cinderella's Prince has rendered the vocals in the show, by and large, on the high end, with Joshua Henry's liquid baritone grounding us.
  • Spoiler: twins! Such a cute reveal.


Monday, July 4, 2022

Weekly Margin 2022, W28: Lessons in Survival: 1971

What: Vineyard Theatre presents a play based on Nikki Giovanni's 1971 SOUL! interview with James Baldwin. This piece, conceived and created with The Commissary, continues Vineyard's exploration of documentary theater, and was originally presented digitally in 2020 as part of the Lessons in Survival series.
And? Consummately done. I could listen to Carl Clemons-Hopkins talk for hours in their deep melodic voice, and it is so thrilling to see the powerful and warm Crystal Dickinson in another great performance in less than a year. Amith Chandrashaker's lighting design does so much to sculpt the space and individual moments, bringing the two characters into smaller and more intimate lighting as the discussion digs deeper and deeper into these two great minds' guiding tenets. I will admit I didn't often understand what Josiah Davis's video and projection design was doing, but it didn't undermine the experience for me, so I don't mind (James Wilson's review on Talkin Broadway shows deeper insight into this--probably aided by a slightly higher seat than mine, as I could barely see the sea of static from the second row--so I'm linking it here). The conversation, though rooted in the issues most on their minds at 1971, is infuriatingly still relevant today, in the ways Black bodies and Black artists aren't allowed to simply exist, and the systems in place to keep them from rising. I can see why The Commissary saw the need to revive this conversation, to discuss these issues with such incisive clarity, so that we can, as the program note quotes, "Listen. To hear, not to respond./We need each other./To love is a tremendous responsibility./It's the only one to take. There isn't any other."

Carl Clemons-Hopkins and Crystal Dickinson as James Baldwin and
Nikki Giovanni. Photo by Carol Rosegg.




Tuesday, June 28, 2022

Weekly Margin 2022, W27: Hamlet, Don't Look Back

6/20/22: Hamlet
What: Park Avenue Armory presents Shakespeare's longest tragedy, about a prince who learns from his father's ghost that his uncle is a bad bad man and then spends way too long checking his sources. Robert Icke's celebrated production first played at the Almeida Theatre and the West End and is now running in rep with his adaptation of Aeschylus's Oresteia.
And? Well, this production messed with the timeline enough that Hamlet doesn't actually spend all that much time checking his sources. The scenes are reordered to such a degree that, on the night of Gertrude and Claudius's wedding reception, Hamlet is able to overhear both Laertes and Polonius warn Ophelia off him, learn about his father's murder, decide to put on an antic disposition, scare Ophelia with his piteous and profound sigh, and miss the moment when Claudius has already preemptively invited Rosencrantz and Guildenstern to spy on their school friend. He spends Day Two being sad, breaking up with Ophelia, meeting the players and setting up the "Mousetrap," beating himself up for not murdering his uncle yet even though it's only been a day in this timeline calm down dude, tearing his mother a new one, eavesdropping on Claudius's confession and yet somehow not murdering his uncle but yes murdering Polonius, and--a day after being told the king doesn't want him to leave Denmark--being shipped off to England. Y'all, it's a lot. And while they find some interesting moments with Hamlet's propensity to eavesdrop (Claudius delivers half his confessional speech while looking right at a lurking Hamlet, which is a choice), I think it drastically undermines anything resembling Hamlet's traditional journey. A lot of the usual cause-and-effect building blocks of the play as written are reordered, and I don't know if this new house has enough grounding to avoid collapse. Some of the cast are truly excellent, especially David Rintoul (strikingly doublecast as both Ghost and Player King), and Angus Wright and Jennifer Ehle as Claudius and Gertrude. Alex Lawther's Hamlet is fine if unexceptional, and overall I felt a great lack of stakes or urgency across the whole company. It's not just that this production of Hamlet, at 3hr45min, is long, it's that it feels long, which is a greater sin.


6/23/22: Don't Look Back
What: Voyage Theater Company presents the world premiere of Adam Kraar's adaptation of the story of Lot's wife.
And? Beautifully cohesive, though a bit repetitive. Full review here.

Masha King, Lina Silver, Cynthia Bastidas, and Jeff Rubino as Annie,
Molly, Edith, and Lot. Photo by Beowulf Sheehan.


Sunday, June 26, 2022

Margin Notes: Don't Look Back


Masha King, Lina Silver, Cynthia Bastidas, and Jeff Rubino
as Annie, Molly, Edith, and Lot. Photo by Beowulf Sheehan.
Seen on: Thursday, 6/23/22.
My grade: B+

Plot and Background
Voyage Theater Company presents the world premiere of Adam Kraar's adaptation of the Genesis story of Lot's wife, Edith, and their family's flight from Sodom's destruction. Voyage Theater is dedicated to presenting works of diverse cultures and disciplines.

What I Knew Beforehand
Vaguely I knew about Sodom, Gomorrah, and the pillar of salt.

Thoughts:

Play: As the audience enters the space, two gloved individuals dressed all in black are carefully tending to a vast, rumpled grey sheet spread across the playing space within the arena seating. They are not smoothing out the wrinkles but rather carefully defining them, crafting each ridge, each tiny mountain range of fabric. Occasionally they pause to look up at the night sky (as projected on the scrim overhead) or to gaze into an unseen horizon. The quiet care these two Shadows take with the space, coupled with the sound of Aviva Leong's Hebrew recitation, creates a meditative sense of a prepared space. When a shock of harsh side lighting blasts the space for the play's proper beginning, it transforms all to a desert plain, a lifeless arid wasteland that must be traversed by Edith, Lot, and their teen daughters Annie and Molly before the next sunrise. What follows is ninety minutes of a family trying not to fragment as they leave everything they know behind, all on Lot's faith that the two who warned him to leave were angels, and that this is their only chance to escape God's wrath upon the city of Sodom.


Playwright Adam Kraar has a facility with language, dropping evocative poetry like cool sips of water into the mouths of his characters: Lot, who says of his family, "in their faces, in their laughter, when they sleep, there is something holy"; Edith, who notices as they climb the mountain that "the stars up here don't twinkle"; Molly, who sees pomegranate seeds even in the bashed-through brains of an unnamed man; Annie, whose second sight tells of how he died, and of the deaths to come, warning that "something alive is burning." These lyrical moments are gifts that help lift the play out of some of its repetitive bickering, as Lot and Edith seem to have the same fight over and over without resolution. And then, perhaps that lack of resolution is the playwright's point. A story from the Hebrew Bible, like the Ancient Greek tragedies, is partially couched in the assumption that a majority of the audience knows how this story will end. At the last, Edith will look back. At the last, Edith will see the destruction (or, in some interpretations, including this one, she will see the Eye of God) and will turn to a pillar of salt. "I was bad, I know," Edith concludes, "but I was also good."

(small side note about the writing: this story is from the Hebrew Bible and yet sometimes the play's language has a more Christian understanding of worship than Jewish. This rankled me partly because I am tired of media discussion of "Old Testament" stories in a direct erasure of the Jewish religion. Lot and Edith are Jews. This is a Jewish story. Jews do not kneel upon the ground to pray.)