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!

Monday, June 1, 2026

Weekly Margin 2026, W22: Schmigadoon!

5/29/26: Schmigadoon!
What: The Broadway transfer of the TV show about Josh and Melissa, hiking in the woods after a failed couples' retreat to fix their problems, who suddenly find themselves -- Brigadoon style -- in a magical and enclosed village where -- pastiche style -- everyone is in a musical. The show follows the TV series' first season, where the musical style takes its cue from the Golden Age of musicals (chiefly the Rodgers and Hammerstein catalogue and Meredith Willson's The Music Man). They are cued by a leprechaun (hat tip to Lane, Harburg, and Saidy's Finian's Rainbow), who sings to them that they will not be able to leave until they have rediscovered true love. Melissa may adore musicals, but Josh hates them, so wacky chaos ensues, but since it's the Golden Age of musicals, we're guaranteed a happy ending.
And? I had such a great time. They manage to fit most of the songs from the TV show in, and the cast is an absolute delight (loved seeing Ann Harada reprise her role from the series as the Mayor's wife Florence). She's not the only return from the show -- choreographer Christopher Gattelli returns, this time to both direct and choreograph, and his skills are a perfect fit for this show. It's a bit odd to see Alex Brightman -- known for his larger than life performances in Beetlejuice and School of Rock -- play the straight man, but he is indeed also good at the dryly sarcastic rebuffs to the nonsense around him, with perfect timing (it's still weird to see him play the most grounded character in the show, but hey, I love Alex Brightman). Some of the tee-hee gay about the closeted Mayor still feels pretty 90s in its style, which isn't my favorite, but looking past that I still had a great time. I went into this with somewhat muted expectations, weighed down by the rampant cynicism that flavors so many screen-to-stage productions of the past decade, but with such faithful adherence to a show (especially one already steeped in tropes and styles lifted straight off a Broadway stage), this manages to be a success.

Alex Brightman as Josh, surrounded by the cast of Schmigadoon!
Photo by Matthew Murphy and Evan Zimmerman.


Monday, May 25, 2026

Weekly Margin 2026, W21: Well, I'll Let You Go, Proof, Cable Street, Fallen Angels, TitanĂ­que, Cats: The Jellicle Ball

What: Studio Seaview hosts an encore presentation of Bubba Weiler's play about a newly-widowed woman receiving visitors one by one in the immediate aftermath of her husband's death.
And? This play owes a large debt to Thornton Wilder's Our Town, but it's more than able to pay it back: a narrator explains the layout of the main room in a farmhouse, pointing to a piano we can't see, a sectional couch that for us is just five folding chairs. He sets both the space and the mood in this way, bringing us gently into Maggie's suddenly small world. With each visit from a friend or relative, new detritus is brought into the house: used bowls and coffee mugs, a surfeit of white floral arrangements, an incongruous bouquet of purple balloons, a case of Coors beer, a wheelbarrow full of mulch, a stack of half-opened storage boxes. With each visit, more is unveiled about the man with whom Maggie spent most of her life, the man whom she may not have known as intimately as she thought. Surrounded by a mess as chaotic as the turmoil in her head, Maggie wonders when the last time was she had known real ease.

I really loved this one. It's so delicately and deftly crafted, treating Maggie with the gentle compassion she deserves while simultaneously brutally pulling out the rug from beneath her feet. Jack Serio's direction fully grounds the performances even in this ungrounded space, and earning the transformations revealed later on in the work. Weiler's play is a beautiful study in the stages of grief, and the mess of life we accumulate over time. The play could have been leading to an ending of devastation and emptiness, but instead -- it's still devastating because he's still gone, but it's not empty, what he left behind. The walls that were closing in on Maggie are fading away, leaving her air to breathe and a horizon to see. This play isn't sentimental in the way that Our Town, is -- it won't wallow in that -- but it still knows how to give space to loss. Quincy Tyler Bernstine is remarkable as Maggie, messy and frank and wounded and still here. Matthew Maher's narrator is warm and matter of fact, allowing the actor to stretch muscles I don't often get to see him stretch. Emily Davis, as the mysterious Angela, perfectly balances the tightrope of revelations and tensions her arrival brings.

Danny McCarthy as Jeff, Matthew Maher as Narrator,
and Quincy Tyler Berstine as Maggie. Photo by Emilio Madrid.


5/19/26: Proof
What: Thomas Kail directs the Broadway revival of David Auburn's Pulitzer-winning play about the daughter of a math prodigy, who may be either a math prodigy herself, or as mentally unwell as her father was at the end of his life.
And? It's really hard to get out from under certain shadows. I still have vivid memories from seeing the original Broadway run of Proof with Jennifer Jason Leigh. The hard cut to black after the final line of Act One. The dryness of Catherine's delivery, originated by Mary-Louise Parker, continued by JJL. The too-quick-to-seem-possible scene and costume changes. The sweetness and eagerness of Cathereine's romance with Hal. The genuinely worrying ambiguity regarding the validity of her story, and her quiet monotone voice as she reads aloud her father's proof. All of this remains crystalline clear in my memory, 25 years later. So it's not really fair. If this were my first experience of the play, I'd probably appreciate it a lot more -- it's an amazing play, perfectly constructed. This production is fine, Ayo Edebiri is continuously vibrating as Catherine (simultaneously compelling and exhausting to watch), and Teresa L. Williams's scenic design is striking even if it never lives up to its original promise. The production is fine but it is unable to eclipse my memories of the original run.

Ayo Edebiri as Catherine, Don Cheadle as Robert, and Jin Ha
as Hal. Photo by Matthew Murphy.



Monday, May 18, 2026

Weekly Margin 2026, W20: American, Italian, Giant, Joe Turner's Come and Gone, MCC Miscast 2026

5/11/26: American, Italian
What: SOOP Theatre presents the world premiere of Anthony P. Pennino's new play, as part of The Chain Theatre's 2026 The Factory Series. Pennino's play follows a family of second- and third-generation Italians, as teenager Gio and his older cousin Vin attempt to navigate the expectations of their fathers and their own inner demons. As Vin descends into addiction, Gio tries to keep him from drowning.
And? full review here.

Donovan Counts as Gio and Dante Palminteri
as Vin. Photo by Grace Romanello.


5/12/26: Giant
What: Mark Rosenblatt's play exploring celebrated children's author Roald Dahl and his antisemitism, in the wake of his incendiary book review of Tony Clifton's God Cried, in which equated Jewish people with Nazis.
And? I was pretty wary going into this show, and I don't think I would have gotten a ticket without having it vetted by more than one Jewish friend. I was worried the show would somehow try to let Dahl off the hook, on the strength of his writing and how much his books mean to people. I was also worried I'd be sitting within a hostile audience ready to applaud some of his rhetoric, since antisemitism has become more and more permissible in recent years. But the audience was very well-behaved, not stopping the dialogue to applaud certain arguments, as if we were watching a debate (I really hate how often that happens at shows these days -- it happened a lot when I saw The Ally and it was distracting and disheartening). And Giant does not let Dahl off the hook. A note in the program indicates that, while aspects of the play itself are invented, both the text of his review and every word of the phone call that ends the play are verbatim. There is no hiding from what he said, in print and on the record to a reporter. And, as a great relief to me, the repudiation of his outrageous statements, delivered by a young Jewish woman representing his publisher, is clear and firm--and is everything I wish I could say to the people spouting hate-speech at every Jewish person they see. Chillingly, every cruelty spouted by Dahl is one we're still hearing today, with new rigor. Forty years after the founding of Israel as a sovereign state, Dahl was calling for its dissolution; forty years later now, people are calling for that yet again. Everything old is new again, and I wish this play wasn't as timely as it is.

John Lithgow is perfectly cast as Dahl -- not just because he bears an uncanny resemblance to the man, but because he moves so effortless, almost imperceptibly, from the avuncular if tetchy beloved children's book author to a chilling manipulator, glaring out with cold reptilian loathing and spitting insults like he's throwing darts in a pub. We knew Lithgow had that ability to turn on a dime from his run as Trinity on Dexter, but it's a treat to see him do it live in front of us. A treat, and profoundly unnerving. Aya Cash, as the main focus of his venom, is a worthy adversary, masking her iron spine with the friendly and slightly apologetic veneer women in the corporate world often adopt to smooth any ruffled feathers.

Aya Cash as Jessie Stone and John Lithgow as Roald Dahl.
Photo by Joan Marcus.