Monday, June 29, 2026

Weekly Margin 2026, W26: KENREX

6/23/26: KENREX
What: The Lucille Lortel Theatre hosts the true crime thriller by Jack Holden, Ed Stambollouian, and John Patrick Elliott, starring both Holden and Elliott, and directed by Stamboullouian. D.A. David Baird is questioned on the events leading up to the murder of Skidmore terror Kenrex McElroy. Holden plays all roles, including Baird, McElroy, McElroy's attorney Richard Gene McFadin, and the townsfolk of Skidmore, Missouri.
And? Truly excellent stagecraft all around. Holden and Stambollouian's writing is tight and tense, condensing the timeline of events somewhat and rarely letting the audience breathe. Holden's Olivier-winning performance is outstanding as well: thirty-five distinct characters with specific physicality and vocal timbres, among which he shifts so seamlessly that the tension never has a moment to break. His execution of the titular villain Kenrex is particularly terrifying: one shoulder always lifted in a predatory hunch, his hand only a twitch away from his holstered pistol (not seen, just verbally indicated). Stambollouian's vision manages an extraordinary feat: while utilizing one of my favorite theatrical tropes (letting us see how the sausage is made, rather than going for cinematic realism), he also shapes the physicality of the space and Holden's performance with such specific muscularity that you start to forget you're watching one man play an entire town, that this is all just a very visible illusion. But with the combination of John Patrick Elliott's onstage music and Giles Thomas's Olivier-winning sound design simmering beneath every moment, you can't help but feel the danger in the stillness of of Kenrex standing there with hooded eyes and a voice so low and graveled it feels like walking barefoot on an unpaved road at two in the morning. It's a grim story, a dark story, so it's good to know that going in: Kenrex McElroy terrorized his small town for years with theft, arson, sexual assault, and violence by blade and gun. But arming you with that bracer, I cannot recommend this show highly enough.

Jack Holden. Photo by Manuel Harlan.


Monday, June 22, 2026

Weekly Margin 2026, W25: Dame Granny Smith, Beyond Encounters, La Cage aux Folles

What: Soho Playhouse hosts ventriloquist David Salter's interview with renowned actress and singer Dame Granny Smith (yes, the apple).
And? A damn delight. Very silly, very funny, and just absolutely wild that he's puppetting a Granny Smith apple.




What: A Betrothal by Lanford Wilson, and two new plays: Bound by Miriam Kulick and The Call by Hannah Benitez.
And? Because this is a new endeavor, they've requested no write-ups, but I still wanted to document it.




What: New York City Center's Encores! series presents Jerry Herman and Harvey Fierstein's adaptation of the French film about a gay couple who run a nightclub, whose son is engaged to the daughter of a homophobic politician.
And? It's never been my favorite show, but it's performed joyously here with full orchestra, which is what we want from an Encores! production. Billy Porter is unfortunately struggling with his vocals, especially on shared songs (when he's solo he has the freedom to riff as desired). Wayne Brady is everything smooth and debonair with a wonderful voice. Tonya Pinkins waltzes in to steal any scene she's in, but she has healthy competition from James Jackson, Jr. as the maid Jacob.

Billy Porter, center, as Albin/Zaza with the Cagelles.
Photo by Joan Marcus.


Monday, June 15, 2026

Weekly Margin 2026, W24: The Maids

6/10/26: The Maids
What: St. Ann's Warehouse hosts the Donmar Warehouse's revival of Jean Genet's classic, as adapted by Kip Williams. Two sisters work as maids for a high-maintenance narcissist, but spend their time when she is away playacting as her while they rehearse ways to kill her.
And? I'm glad I finally got to see this play, and Kip Williams certainly knows how to deliver a kinetic and engaging interpretation of it. It's probably a play I'll never actually like, but it's one I can appreciate. Williams's liberal use of iPhone filming with different filters flavors well the contemporary nature of wealth and celebrity enjoyed by Solange and Claire's Madame. Rosanna Vize's scenic design is striking: a room of soft white carpeting, bed, sunken nook sofa, and ceiling-high mirrors, the space is both minimalist and bloated with decadence. Video Designer Zakk Hein enables the mirrored walls to serve double-duty, as a giant screen on which to project the camera feeds of iPhones and iPad: the funhouse mirror writ large over the more literal mirrors. Reflection on reflection on filtered reflection, performative histrionics from both the sisters impersonating their Madame and from Madame herself, an ecstasy of materialism and perception, of envy and love and loathing. All three actors do excellent work, but of particular note for me is Yerin Ha's work as Madame: one moment all tragedy and vulnerability, the next love bombing her two employees, the next her eagle eye catching any perceived liberty taken by them and zeroing in with the coldness of a criminal prosecutor.

Lydia Wilson as Claire (playacting as Madame) and Phia Saban
as Solange. Photo by Julieta Cervantes.


Monday, June 8, 2026

Weekly Margin 2026, W23: Julius Caesar, Becoming Hamlet

 6/03/26: Julius Caesar
What: Smith Street Stage presents Shakespeare's play about politics, intrigue, and the slaying of Julius Caesar.
And? I was excited to see this one, as I've been meaning to get out to Brooklyn to see a show from Smith Street Stage for a while now (the co-founder is someone I went to both high school and college with). Smith Street does an excellent job of embracing its surroundings: they perform in Carroll Park, with children playing around and behind, traffic passing, and the sun slowly setting as the story continues. Indeed, for this play in particular, what begins in the seeming broad light of day -- a self-righteous plot to assassinate a ruler feared to be despotic -- descends slowly into the gloom of evening as political maneuvering and violence take hold. With the falling light comes illumination from stage lights, a refusal to let these deeds sink into darkness. I know this happens with any evening outdoor theater (heck, we see it at the Delacorte every summer), but it is especially effective with this narrative. The company tells the story well, without ornamentation or self-indulgence. Louis Butelli's Caesar is affable and diffident and surprisingly frail when not wearing his power suit. Amara James Aja's Brutus has a quiet power and dominating presence that draws the attention whenever he is onstage. His foil, Bryce Foley's Antony, has a different power, almost catlike in his spatial awareness, physicality, and strategizing. Though clearly dismissed by the senators as someone with no political power, he demonstrates first in his funerial speech and later in his battle prowess that he is not a man to be easily overpowered or outwitted. Katie Wilmmorth's Cassius is earnest and sharp, the full polish of someone who knows how to play the political game, but knows less how to win a war fought on the ground. Jonathan Minton manages to make his comparatively smaller character, Casca, highly memorable with his dry delivery and confidence demeanor.




What: The Shakespeare Forum continues its investigation of the fracturing of Shakespeare protagonists into parts, to see what different aspects emerge, having explored this theme in their past productions of Lear, Titus, and Othello[s]. In those productions the roles were shared across the company; in this workshop the role of Hamlet is shared among the audience, the Facilitators, and by the actor playing Hamlet. In this way the audience is encourage to bring their own selves and experiences to the role and the story. The rest of the roles do not rotate among performers, as in past Forum explorations.
And? I really like the concept behind the experiment they're conducting here, and they lay out the format and boundaries early on, including asking audience members individually if they are comfortable participating in this way. The experiment is most effective if you fully buy in: not knowing when they might be called upon to repeat one of Hamlet's lines to dilate the moment, or even exchange dialogue with another character, the audience must choose to be actively present rather than quietly passive. In this way, I was emotionally invested in each moment, with less of the analytical lens I usually wear to theatrical experiences. Hamlet's words become our words. Claudius's smiling condescension to Hamlet is irksome, the sight of Hamlet's dead father is heartbreaking, and the revelation of Ophelia's death is devastating. The intimate and earnest portrayals by the ensemble equally reenforce this personal experience: these are real people who love us (or don't). So when they had me speak Hamlet's confrontation with Laertes at Ophelia's grave, I was already crying at the sight of her, dead and lost forever.

One of the larger challenges with this sort of experiment is the question of pace and rhythm. These challenges can be massaged with further work (again, this is a workshop, not a full production), but as it currently stands there is often air between lines of dialogue -- or even amid soliloquies where an audience member trades lines with the actor playing Hamlet -- which dissolve the immediacy of the  moment, as well as break up thoughts into disconnected phrases. A challenge, too, is the balance Damon Horowitz (who co-directs with Sybille Bruun as well as physically embodying Hamlet onstage) must strike between performing the role and functioning -- as the program indicates -- as our Hamlet Guide. His performance then feels more like teacher than character, a curious void among so much feeling. It's especially hard if the audience member speaking meets him on that level, rather than attempting to engage with the line as their own individual self. This is why the buy-in helps: hear the words, speak the words, see the other characters, and take this personal journey. But it's an unusual sort of vulnerability to bring to a show, and not everyone is comfortable doing that. Perhaps that ready comfort was easier for me because of how well I know the text, as well as how much love I have for my memories of Forum and for its founders Tyler Moss and Sybille Bruun, who both perform in this as well.



Tuesday, June 2, 2026

My Perennially Inaccurate Tony Predictions

It's been a thin season this year, especially as far as musicals are concerned -- it's always rather damning when two of the nominees for Best Original Score are plays rather than musicals. It's been a fatter season in terms of star power, which makes tickets harder to get ($400 for back of the orchestra is extortion). Accessibility issues aside, I'll admit I've been having a bit more fun with shows Off-Broadway rather than On this spring, but I missed my chance to do the Drama Desk predictions, so we may as well dive in. (Note: I missed Waiting for Godot, am bypassing Death of a Salesman and Dog Day Afternoon, and will not be able to see Rocky Horror Show until after Tony season. I saw Liberation during its Off-Broadway run, and did not end up making it to the Broadway transfer.)



Let's get to it!