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January 4, 2021

A Collection of Beatle Blasphemy - A Prologue

wow, first post in nearly six years?

Over the past three years I've been writing theatre reviews for DC Theatre Scene, which as of the end of 2020 has gone dark. I plan to re-post my theatre writing on this blog for posterity (or at least until Blogger gets put to pasture), and might as well take the opportunity to start collecting my random musings on music, theatre, film, etc.

So.

Not gods.
I love the Beatles. They are unquestionably the most important pop group of all time, blazed trails, stood at the vanguard of a musical and cultural revolution. They were the soundtrack of my childhood, my parents' scratchy, skippy, cover-less LP's as a wee lad, then on cassette and CD and streaming as I moved into adulthood.

They are also not gods.

Sometimes - a lot of the time, actually - they were not very nice people. And sometimes the music they made was not the celestial music of the spheres. They should be subject to scrutiny and criticism like any other cultural creation, yet seemingly every attempt to embrace or even discuss their shortcomings provokes a backlash from ardent Beatle worshippers. Thus reverent awe is the only acceptable philosophy, and any biography has to be hagiography. The doctrine of Beatle infallibility, it seems, must not be questioned.

Bullshit. 

Not every song they wrote was brilliant, not every action they took was perfect, and one can simultaneously love the Beatles and their music while embracing their flaws. They were human beings, and I suggest that scrutinizing their music and lives is a useful, even necessary, tool to gain a deeper understanding and appreciation of their art. I can simultaneously think that John Lennon was, at times, an utter asshole, and still think Gimme Some Truth is an utterly magnificent song.

I understand that the music of the Beatles is still deeply personal to many, particularly people of my parents' generation, the Boomers, as they were the ones who were the Beatles' primary audience. The Beatles were the soundtrack of that generation's maturation into adulthood: adolescents when they appeared on Ed Sullivan, teens when they went psychedelic, college aged when they broke up. To cast a critical eye on the Beatles can be a very sensitive matter for these folks, and I will try to remain cognizant of this as I post my Beatle musings.

Also, as we have a comprehensive history of their lives to go alongside their music, we can draw parallels between the two. We can see their lives, their struggles, their weaknesses reflected in their songcraft. People also try to do this with Shakespeare, but not having a richly detailed biography to accompany his works can lead scholars and aficionados to the most credulity-straining lengths. Not here. We know, for example, that Paul's relationship with Jane Asher was occasionally strained (they're both around, you can ask them), and we can see that play out in his more sour tracks I'm Looking Through You and You Won't See Me as well as in the optimism of We Can Work It Out.

So with all that being said, gird thy loins and prep thyself for a series I'm calling Beatle Blasphemy.

August 21, 2011

Heaps of praise for ARCADIA - one more week!

The blogosphere is going crazy for Bad Habit Productions' "artful staging" of Tom Stoppard's modern classic Arcadia.

Thomas Garvey, The Hub Review (added 8/30/11) 
"Helped immensely [by being] acted by smart, quirky people who understood what it was about, rather than by a crowd of Equity actors attempting to simulate a professorial intelligence they didn't really have."  
"John Geoffrion brought a welcome spark to Bernard Nightingale, the egotistical, Stoppard-like Byron expert who stomps all over the work of the Byatt-like Hannah Jarvis.  Geoffrion was one of those slight miscastings in the show that worked pretty well anyway - he played Nightingale as more of a twit than a dick, and so the sexual tension between him and Jarvis went missing - but he threw himself with such eager fire into his rants on art and science that you didn't really mind."

Beverly Creasey, Boston Arts Review:
"Bad Habit [makes] the complicated absorbable, the complex illuminated, and the humor utterly delightful... John Geoffrion is hysterical."

Killian Melloy, EDGE Boston:
"Director Daniel Morris ... has a first-rate cast to work with: There is not a weak link or uncertain performance to be seen in this ensemble."

Bryce Lambert, Boston Lowbow:
"Easily the best fringe show I've seen this year."

Sheila Barth, Theater Mirror:
"Bad Habit ... has raised the bar higher and taken Stoppard's timeless play to an exciting level."

John Perich, Periscope Depth
"Bad Habit Productions' Arcadia is well cast in every role"

Becca Kidwell, New England Theatre Geek 

Only FOUR MORE PERFORMANCES!!  Must close August 28th.
Thu 7:30pm, Fri/Sat 8pm, Sun 2pm
Wimberly Theatre at the Calderwood Pavilion, Boston Center for the Arts
527 Tremont St, Boston MA

Tickets $18 online  in advance, $23 at the box office

February 8, 2011

100 Best Albums of the 60's

This site has compiled over 2,100 Best-Of lists in an attempt to create a master list of the greatest albums of all time (including rock, pop, jazz, vocalists, etc).  Interesting, and pretty much right on.  Nice mix of the 'unquestionables' and critical darling cult bands, a few even I'm not familiar with.

Here's their Master list of 100 best albums of the 1960's.
  1. The Beatles, Revolver
  2. The Beatles, Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
  3. The Beatles, Abbey Road
  4. The Beatles, The Beatles (aka The White Album) 
  5. The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground and Nico
  6. The Beach Boys, Pet Sounds
  7. Bob Dylan, Highway 61 Revisited
  8. The Beatles, Rubber Soul
  9. Bob Dylan, Blonde on Blonde
  10. The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Are You Experienced?
  11. The Doors, The Doors
  12. Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin II
  13. The Rolling Stones, Let It Bleed
  14. Led Zeppelin, Led Zeppelin
  15. Van Morrison, Astral Weeks
  16. The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Electric Ladyland
  17. Bob Dylan, Bringing It All Back Home
  18. Love, Forever Changes
  19. The Beatles, Magical Mystery Tour
  20. King Crimson, In the Court of the Crimson King
  21. John Coltrane, A Love Supreme
  22. The Rolling Stones, Beggars Banquet
  23. The Zombies, Odessey and Oracle
  24. The Who, Tommy
  25. The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground
  26. Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band, Trout Mask Replica
  27. Cream, Disraeli Gears
  28. The Kinks, Village Green Preservation Society
  29. The Velvet Underground, White Light/White Heat
  30. The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Axis: Bold As Love
  31. Johnny Cash, At Folsom Prison
  32. The Band, The Band
  33. Bob Dylan, The Freewheeling Bob Dylan
  34. Pink Floyd, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn
  35. The Band, Music From Big Pink
  36. Leonard Cohen, Songs of Leonard Cohen
  37. Charles Mingus, The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady
  38. The Beatles, Help!
  39. The Beatles, A Hard Day's Night
  40. The Who, The Who Sell Out
  41. Nick Drake, Five Leaves Left
  42. Jefferson Airplane, Surrealistic Pillow
  43. Neil Young, Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
  44. Frank Zappa, Hot Rats
  45. The Kinks, Arthur, or the Decline and Fall of the British Empire
  46. Otis Redding, Otis Blue
  47. The Kinks, Something Else
  48. The Beatles, Please Please Me
  49. Robert Johnson, King of the Delta Blues Singers
  50. Aretha Franklin, I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You
  51. The Rolling Stones, Aftermath
  52. The Doors, Strange Days
  53. James Brown, Live at the Apollo
  54. The Stooges, The Stooges
  55. Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band, Safe As Milk
  56. Miles Davis, In a Silent Way
  57. The Moody Blues, Days of Future Passed
  58. Crosby Stills & Nash, Crosby Stills & Nash
  59. Blind Faith, Blind Faith
  60. The Mothers of Invention, We're Only In It For The Money
  61. Nico, Chelsea Girl
  62. Simon and Garfunkel, Bookends
  63. Dusty Springfield, Dusty in Memphis
  64. The Mothers of Invention, Freak Out
  65. Creedence Clearwater Revival, Green River
  66. John Coltrane, Ascension
  67. The Who, My Generation
  68. Miles Davis, Sketches of Spain
  69. The Monks, Black Monk Time
  70. The Red Crayola, Parable of Arable Land
  71. The Doors, Waiting for the Sun
  72. Bob Dylan, The Times They Are a'Changing
  73. The Beatles, Beatles for Sale
  74. Stan Getz and Joao Gilberto, Getz/Gilberto
  75. David Bowie, Space Oddity
  76. Eric Dolphy, Out To Lunch
  77. Albert Ayler, Spiritual Unity
  78. Simon and Garfunkel, Sounds of Silence
  79. Bob Dylan, Nashville Skyline
  80. Grateful Dead, Live/Dead
  81. Sly and the Family Stone, Stand!
  82. Simon and Garfunkel, Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
  83. MC5, Kick Out the Jams
  84. Pink Floyd, A Saucerful of Secrets
  85. Elvis Presley, From Elvis in Memphis
  86. Fleetwood Mac, Fleetwood Mac (1968)
  87. Tim Buckley, Goodbye and Hello
  88. The United States of America, The United States of America
  89. Creedence Clearwater Revival, Bayou Country
  90. Johnny Cash, At San Quentin
  91. The Mamas and the Papas, If You Can Believe Your Eyes And Ears
  92. The Byrds, The Notorious Byrd Brothers
  93. Bob Dylan, Another Side of Bob Dylan
  94. Bob Dylan, John Wesley Harding
  95. The 13th Floor Elevators, The Psychedelic Sounds of the 13th Floor Elevators
  96. Cecil Taylor, Unit Structures
  97. The Flying Burrito Brothers, The Gilded Palace of Sin
  98. Aretha Franklin, Lady Soul
  99. The Byrds, Sweetheart of the Rodeo
  100. The Pretty Things, S.F. Sorrow

November 4, 2010

Theatre Review: I AM HAMLET

"Never eat at a place called Mom's. Never play cards with a man named Doc. And never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own." - Nelson Algren.
Very sound advice, that. I would add a codicil: never go to plays (especially Shakespearean adaptations) written and directed by someone who bills himself as "The Shakespeare Guy." Would that I had heeded that advice this evening. Having seen the list of Joe "Shakespeare Guy" Siracusa's other Shakespearean adaptations, including "A Midsummer Knight's Ice Cream" and "The Bard and the Bear," a creeping sense of dread set in as I awaited the curtain.

A wise man once said, "The play's the thing." It's a quote that both writer/director Siracusa and actor Brian Morey should know well, and it's a pity that they put the focus elsewhere, on a self-indulgent production that puts the focus on the actor, the performance, and a grab-bag of gimmickry rather than on the play itself. I found it to be a rather intolerable display of ego, both of the writer and performer. What does it add to our understanding of the play, or of its title character? Nothing.

This is a one-man show; and no, it's not a re-telling of Hamlet from the perspective of a single character. Morey plays everybody, so inevitably the show won't be about Hamlet (the play), or Hamlet (the character), or for that matter Shakespeare. It's all about Morey's bag of actor tricks, and not a single one goes unused. His entire vocal range is utilized, as are a dozen distinct stereotypical characters and physicalities, he dons all manner of costumes, masks, and wigs, and he sings his heart out in a variety of styles and pitch ranges. He makes sure he shows us the length and breadth of his substantial talent and training, and won't let us go until we know just how hard he's working. And that's the problem here; this show is not built for the audience to appreciate the psychological profundity of Shakespeare's humanist masterpiece, it's built for us to marvel at the efforts of a single actor.

The strength of an actor, we're told, is his or her ability to lose one's sense of ego, and go boldly and fearlessly into situations of emotional vulnerability or extreme ridiculousness. And Morey certainly finds himself in such situations. As the Ghost, wearing a giant horned helmet, wearing platform shoes and bearing an enormous shield, I'm sure he felt fearsome indeed, but it was all I could do to suppress the urge to shout "NI!!"

And as Ophelia, which he performs in a white dress and blond wig, I really wish the burly brunette actor had shaved his full beard, especially when he launched into an earnest falsetto (and self-composed) love ballad. High camp? Apparently not. If he was daring us to laugh, it was a dare I only resisted by biting the inside of my cheek to the point of bloodletting.

Siracusa's adaptation doesn't do Morey any favors either. Shakespeare's text has been re-assembled in order for Morey to only have to play one character at a time, turning dialogue into monologue, but in some places Siracusa cops out and has Morey shout to offstage characters and converse with a pre-recorded voice (also Morey). The Players sequence is done as a pre-filmed silent movie - quite cleverly, actually - in which Morey of course plays every character (and provides, thankfully, a beardless Ophelia), including the watching courtiers, while the actual solid flesh actor gets to take an early intermission. This is a solo show, so I call "cheat."

Siracusa also takes some liberties with the wording, adding in his own original contributions which jar. Really, why does Ophelia say "Oh, my lord, I have been so scared of Hamlet's madness!" Does he think we wouldn't know what "affrighted" means? And we really don't need the updates: "I am Hamlet. I am being watched. People are trying to kill me." And when Morey namedrops both himself and the BCA in the "What A Rogue And Peasant Slave Am I" speech, it's Brechtian in the worst sense of the word, and to no apparent purpose.

A scene most telling in its absence is Act Three, Scene Two, Hamlet's advice to the players. It's sound advice that Siracusa and Morey seem to have deliberately chosen to avoid, to their peril: "Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise". And later on, he famously counsels "for anything so o'erdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end both at the first and now, was and is, to hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature."

Would that they had.

PS - A recurring line, both spoken and sung, is "Something's Rotten in Denmark. Something Stinks." Although they open the door for me, I won't take the bait. It's just too easy.

July 19, 2010

Doctor Who Geekery Report - Matt Smith's First Season

Spoiler Alert.

I've finished watching the newest season of Dr Who, with Matt Smith as the Doctor.

I like Matt a lot, much more than I thought I would when he was announced. I confess to a bit of age prejudice, given that he's only 27. But he succeeds in capturing the essence of the Doctor. He's alien, he's funny, he's dark, he's hyperintelligent, he's awkward... he evokes the classic era of Doctor Who, where characterization trumped - by necessity - special effects. He has the rumpled integrity of Patrick Troughton and the boyish charm of Peter Davison.

He does lack, however, the gravitas of Tom Baker, as well as the sexy charisma of his predecessor David Tennant, and I suspect that over the long term this may prove detrimental to the show. Tennant was responsible for expanding the show's appeal globally. It grew, over three years, into a show that was must-see viewing, rivalling Lost, Battlestar Galactica, and even it's own spinoff Torchwood. I don't know if the new fans that the show gained with Tennant will stick around.

The companion is a plus. Amy Pond is likable, self-sufficient, spunky, tortured, and really pretty. I'm largely immune to that last quality, but she also scores points for a Scots Burr that, unlike Tennant, she doesn't mask for the role. And I adore Rory and their relationship.

I also love River Song. Her character is the greatest non-Companion addition to the series since the Brigadier and the Master, and she's skirting the dividing line of actually being more interesting than the Doctor.

So what's missing?

Why aren't I as emotionally invested in this season as I've been with the other New Series seasons? Why am I more excited about receiving The Time Monster, Underworld, and The Chase (arguably the worst stories in the Classic Series' canon) on DVD in the mail this week?

The stories are decent. The writing is solid (which I figured would be a given, with Moffat producing). So why am I missing Russell T Davies and his occasionally questionable contributions to the program? Thankfully there are no farting aliens, no Jackie Tyler, no pigs in space uniforms, no Absorbaloffs, no smarmy Captain Jack, no dredging up Rose Tyler yet again, no instant daughter, no human/Dalek hybrids, no Mini-Me Doctor...

...but then again, for every one of those forehead slapping moments, there was the iconic moment or the brilliant idea: the Doctor meeting a Dalek for the first time since the Time War, "Are You My Mummy?", Rose and her father, Sarah Jane and K9 returning, Daleks vs Cybermen, the Asteroid containing Satan's lair, the Doctor losing Rose, the Chameleon Arch turning the Doctor human, the entire episode of Blink, the return of the Master, the chill of Dr Moon: "your reality is a lie, and your nightmares are real"... I could go on.

If there's a fault in the Matt Smith/Steven Moffat era thus far, is that it's too safe. They're not going big. The crack in time is a very solid unifying concept, but I kept waiting for that big choice. That over-the-top, fandom-splitting, attention-getting moment that attracts the interest of the non-fan. Though hardly boring, I can't think of a Major Iconic Moment this season. We got another old enemy returning, but so far removed in design and characterization that I wondered why they bothered. They brought back a Cyberman, but by making it say "You Will Be Assimilated", it's not even pretending to be anything else than Budget Borg. They tried to go for the big Emotive Moment with the Van Gogh episode, but not only did I feel manipulated, but I kept wondering why they broke the Cardinal Rule of time travel by bringing him forward to the present day and making him aware of his legacy? Why was I shocked but not shattered when Rory died?

They almost hit it a few times. The big reveal of the nature of The Beast Below. The unexpected humor in "Vampires" and "Lodger". The Valeyard-evoking Dream Lord. There are no clunkers this season (although Victory of the Daleks and Hungry Earth/Cold Blood come close), but no home runs.

To take that baseball metaphor further: with RTD we got a lot of strikeouts, but a lot of home runs and bottom-of-the-ninth walk-offs. With Moffat, we got a steady streak of singles and pitchers duels. Singles win games too, but lack the drama and celebratory catharsis of homers. What baseball game would you rather watch?

I'm not overly worried, but I want more. You've got nine months, guys. Get moving.


December 23, 2009

Brief Thoughts on the Year in DC Theatre

RIP Journeyman Theatre Ensemble and Catalyst Theatre, well before their time. JTE got a Helen Hayes nom in '06, and Catalyst took Best Ensemble for "Arturo Ui." Several factors, particularly the economy, contributed to their demises. There are likely a few similar small companies that are on life support, many of which have also done solid work in the recent past. Some other companies are resorting to safer choices, known quantities, more musicals, and jobbed-in shows. With some exceptions, innovative productions are more likely to be seen at Cap Fringe.

A few fortunate companies have managed to distinguish themselves even in this climate, most notably Constellation Theatre and Forum Theatre, graduating to the mid-to-upper echelon of the theatre scene and establishing Mr Dove and Ms Stockman as the next generation's Shalwitz and Zimmerman. Kudos also to Landless Theatre, another small company that seems to be making strides in attracting the holy 35-and-under demographic. American Century put together some solid productions this year, particularly "Seascape" which was the best thing I've seen them do.

One hopes to see Washington Stage Guild, in limbo for nearly 2 years preparing for their new home and dealing with the passing of their founder and artistic director, back in action. Similarly, Washington Shakespeare Company is preparing to move to the new space in Rosslyn next fall, although it will require a sustained fundraising effort both to move there and to stay.

Lots of theatre companies are hunkering down in the wake of the economy, focusing on their core company members. Consequently a lot of actors that could count on steady work are suddenly finding themselves rather unemployed, filling their days understudying, doing readings, producing Fringe shows, and seeing other peoples' shows. Or just me.

Best shows I saw this year: Arcadia (Folger), Crazyface (Constellation), Seascape (American Century). I'd probably include a couple Forum shows if I was actually able to see them =)

What I don't particularly like is how the Post and CityPaper, in their theatrical year-in-review articles, listed a "Worst Of" list along with their "Best Of". Really, what is gained by "Worst Of's?" Of course, I speak as a co-director of a play that was included in the Post's "Worst Of" list in '08. Considering what we went thru in getting the show together (as a last-minute replacement for another cancelled show), all the cobbling together, all the compromise, all the crap reviews, tiny audiences, sweltering conditions and the fortune we lost on it, the Worst Of listing was just another kick to the ribs, six months after the corpse had been buried. Maybe this is atypical of the other "Worst Of's", or maybe not. Still, enough already.

July 26, 2009

HOLY CRAP!! BAD HAMLET WINS AWARD!!

Bad Hamlet received the audience award for Best Experimental Production in the 2009 Capital Fringe Festival!

Thanks to Sarah, AnnaLaura, Ian, Matt V, John RK, Felipe C, Ty H, Anne N, Anne V, the Fringe organizers and staff, friends, loved ones, supporters, and of course, everyone who came to see it.

Keep your ears open about a future remount!

July 17, 2009

Press love for BAD HAMLET

Trey Graham (CityPaper) raves!
(Glen Weldon, also of the CityPaper, chimes in with his own capsule rave in the comments!)
"A Fringe Must-See..." "tremendous fun..."
"Bottom line? The notion that all the best writing is re-writing gets an admirably lucid, singularly entertaining proof
here." (TG)

"What could easily have come off as an intellectual exercise is given flesh — and not the too too solid kind — by a script that doesn’t merely note the differences between the text, but gets them to comment on one another. Smart, deft and fully realized." (GW)
Chris Klimek (Washington Examiner) lists us as one of the Ten Shows You Won't Want To Miss...
...and then raves in DCist!
"Pass with your best violence," Hamlet challenges Laertes in the play's climactic duel. But that line was, we learn, a replacement for one in the 1603 text that better describes Bad Hamlet: "Pass with your most cunning display." (CK)
Kaysha Gurell (DCist) also raves!
"One solid option, Bad Hamlet, ... is sure to impress you, just as
it did us." (KG)
Jessica Pearson (DCTheatreScene) more or less raves!
"Bad Hamlet is incredibly interesting...
fascinating... powerful and wonderful to watch." (JP)
The Two Hours Traffic blog says nice things!
"This is definitely a must see if you are a Shakespeare junkie like me." (2Hrs)
Nelson Pressley (Washington Post) doesn't hate it!
"The earnestly acted show [isn't] a nuanced consideration of the implications on character and theme -- but that's OK." (NP)
Karen Shod? ("Karen's FYI" posting on DCTheatre Newsgroup)
Well, you can't please everybody...
"Interesting concept marred by amateurish presentation." (KS)
(That's her entire review. She got a press comp to write six words.)

April 15, 2009

iPod album shuffle of the Day: "Asia" (1982)


My iPod is set to album shuffle (and has been for several months; currently on song 6171 out of 7965), and today's album carrying me thru my drizzly morning commute was Asia's 1982 self-titled debut.

During my tweens this was one of my favorite albums, back before I discovered the progressive heavyweight bands that came to dominate my playlist in undergrad and after. Asia was a supergroup consisting of members of three leading prog bands that at the time had gone on hiatus: guitarist Steve Howe and keyboardist Geoff Downes had left Yes (who had broken up in '79 and were about to reform without them), drummer Carl Palmer had left Emerson and Lake (who then promptly re-formed with Cozy Powell... a theme?), and John Wetton was the bassist and vocalist of King Crimson before they evaporated in '74 (and had since, all together now, re-formed without him). Hell, even Roger Dean (who had a virtual monopoly on prog rock album artwork) designed the cover.

As the band's pedigree suggests, Asia is awash in the intricate stylings of the genre, albeit liberally peppered with hooks and pop references (i.e. the Spectoresque "Be My Baby" drumbeat in "Heat of the Moment"), but lyrically... well, nobody put it better than master critic Robert Christgau: "After listening to two lyrics about why they like their girlfriends, three about "surviving," and four about why they don't like their girlfriends, I'm ready for brain salad surgery."

I can't deny that Asia is full of catchy, hooky, guilty pleasures, but acknowledging so doesn't overshadow the sense that they're consciously dumbing down their songs to reach a mass audience. When you consider the artistic heights they had reached in their earlier bands, there's an inescapably condescending air pervading this album, which as an adult prevents me from embracing it the way I did as when I was twelve. It's like if the Beatles tried to write "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" after they'd done Revolver & Sgt Pepper. (also guilty: ELP's "Black Moon," Howe and Steve Hackett's "GTR", and any Yes song with Trevor Rabin in it)

And a side note - putting a year in a song lyric is almost always a bad idea. "And now you find yourself in '82 / The disco hotspots hold no charms for you" confines the album to a specific era, freezing it in time (and makes me feel really really old to think that this album came out twenty-seven years ago. I've dated people younger than this album).

(In the meantime, my shuffle has now landed on Yes's Tales From Topographic Oceans, which is either the peak or nadir of progressive rock. For me it's a bit of both, sometimes over the course of a single song. Still, the contrast between this and Asia is startling, and further confirmation of my above opinions.)

February 19, 2009

Field Report: A Delicate Balance, Arena Stage

(Still alive and blogging.)

Saw Edward Albee's "A Delicate Balance" at Arena last night on a comp ticket. Not sorry I went. But like most productions from DC's Big Two (Arena and Shakespeare Theatre Co), they tend to mute down the emotional intensity as not to upset the (largely geriatric) audience, while amping up the production values so donors and subscribers would know how their money was spent. I commend the cast for not being thrown by the din of dropped change (you'd think everybody paid with pennies), snoring, coughing fits and listening device feedback.

As matriarch Agnes, Kathleen Chalfant, the big name in the cast, was even-keeled to a fault. The pointed barbs at milquetoasty husband Tobias, alcoholic sister Claire and quadruple divorcee daughter Julia were largely devoid of sting, almost as if she was marking it through; clearly and distinctly spoken, but flatlined. Of course, maybe it was a bad night. Still, being a Broadway star and all, pencil in her Helen Hayes nom next year. (I'm hardly objective but Audrey Adams who played my Agnes in the community production I directed 10 years ago was more effective.) Terry Beaver, though, does deliver as Tobias, particularly his Act 3 explosion, and the rest of the cast do just fine.

Like recognizing like, the audience had no trouble identifying with Toby and Agnes, giving harumphs of recognition at the minutae of the upper-class life that Albee was adopted into, but came away a bit befuddled by it all. What did it mean? "What is this 'terror' of which they speak," they mutter while their mutual funds and 401-K's evaporate. I found it utterly ironic that the most timely line in the play, when Julia demands that Agnes explain her displacement at the hands of Harry and Edna, was cut: "Don't they have a house anymore? Did the market go bust without my knowing it?" Ah, we can't upset the delicate sensibilities of our patrons, for whom art is not a mirror of the soul but something tasteful to hang over the setee. Another cognac? Why yes please.

September 4, 2008

PEACE reviews

My opinions on drama critics notwithstanding, I'm happy to post the reviews for Peace as they come a-rollin' in. These first few certainly won't do us any harm. The approaching tropical storm, on the other hand, remains to be seen...

DC Theatre Scene - high praise! (Tim Treanor, posted 9/4/08)
Potomac Stages - not a Pick, but still a rave. (Brad Hathaway, posted 9/4/08)
Washington Post - some reservations, but still largely positive (Nelson Pressley, 9/5/08)

July 8, 2008

Red Noses Reviews, or Musings on Drama Critics



Critical opinion is decidedly divided over our production of Red Noses (runs thru July 20th). On the whole, the larger the circulation, the more vitriol.

The Good: Potomac Stages Sun Gazette

The Moderate: Metro Weekly DCist

The Fugly: Washington Post City Paper DC Theatre Scene

I've been a critic. And I can defend the notion of dramatic criticism. There does need to be an evaluative voice to override the shrill shreik of the publicist. Word of mouth can only go so far; someone has to say that Theatre A, with millions of dollars in the bank, Broadway-quality production values, major actors in the lead roles, and a huge publicity machine occasionally does substandard, patronizing, passion-free productions, while Theatre B, with a non-Equity cast, and pennies to spend can occasionally do work that is exciting, daring, and moving. (and sometimes not)

But the professional drama critic works in a vacuum. They're not theatre people, although they may have acted in high school or undergrad. They can't be familiar with the hundreds of actors in this town, lest they find themselves with a conflict of interest. The nature of their profession leaves them on an island.

They have scant insight into the creative process, thus they assume that everything they see onstage is exactly what the producers intended to put there, that it's always a full conceptualization of the director's vision, and have no concept of the compromises that are a regular part of the process, particularly for groups that skew toward Theatre B's end of the spectrum.

I've encountered one critic who wrote a negative review in which he singled out a painting that was a major plot point for being "very obviously blank." What the critic failed to realize was that the performance he attended was a preview. The props mistress simply hadn't painted it yet. By opening, it was complete. Yet he took the show to task for its sloppy production values, mostly based upon his failure to realize that not every set, prop, lighting cue, sound effect, etc., is 100% complete during previews.

Specifically in regards to Red Noses:

Most of the major critics came to the same performance. Most were scheduled to come to the opening, but didn't, and came the next night. Our opening was packed, they laughed riotously, loved it, etc. And virtually no press. The next show: less than 20 people, including the critics. Not our best show, low-energy cast and barely a chuckle (some castmembers claim that the principal chuckler was actually one of the critics, the same one who would go on to complain that the play wasn't funny.) Every performance is different, the audiences all have a different energy, actors may be collectively energetic or lethargic, someone might screw up their lines, a set piece might fall over, a lighting instrument might fail, the sound computer might go haywire, etc. Thus is the nature of live theatre. Restaurant critics may dine 2-3 times before writing their reviews, but drama critics come once. And if it happens to be on a bad night, sucks to be us.

Many critics complained of the length of the play. It runs about 2 hrs 35 minutes, or about half the length of your average Eugene O'Neill play. A critic would have no way of knowing (unless they'd read the play) that we cut approximately an hour's worth of material out of it. We cut an entire scene, about three quarters of another, and made dozens of internal cuts.

Some critics (especially the ones who write for major papers) complained about the heat. We have one functional AC unit in the building. It makes a difference, but critics accustomed to the cushy & cooler conditions at Shakespeare Theatre still will grumble. WSC doesn't have $10k or so to upgrade their HVAC, and even if they did, they're moving out next year anyway, so there's no point. And of course the critics complain about the heat, having to suffer the ignominy of sitting in a comfy chair with a pen in their hand, not even considering the discomfort of the actors who have to spend that time running around in heavy costumes (one actor nearly passed out from heat exhaustion one particularly hot night).

The irony is that from the outset, we were under a strict directive from the artistic director (who is also in the play) to cut it down to 2 1/2 hrs, with the tolerance of the critics for the heat in the building in mind. So we were thinking of you. We actually had to make artistic choices based on the quality of our HVAC. Wrap your minds around that concept.

(Of course, one could raise the legitimate point that maybe WSC shouldn't use Clark St Playhouse during the summer. Certainly a valid point, albeit a moot one since this is their last summer there.)

One critic acknowledged the unusual situation under which our play was produced (Red Noses was a last-minute replacement for another play, The Romans in Britain; see earlier posts on the subject). Yet that critic went on to criticize our fairly low-tech set & lights, which to me is like pointing out that someone is a midget, but then blaming them for being too short. They failed to conceptualize the challenges inherent in switching out one play for another two months before opening. In our case, we lost about a third of the "Romans" cast to other projects, tried to find the best fits in "Red Noses" for those who remained, and then had to find capable actors for the open roles who weren't already committed to Cap Fringe, Source Fest, Forum's Marat/Sade, or any other show (success rate: B+). We lost most of our design team, leaving one person to create some four dozen costumes (success rate: A-). My co-director and I did a rough design of the set, and tried to find someone who was available to build it (success rate: D+), and roped together a sound designer (success rate: A-), props master (success rate: D), and a lighting plot based solely on the lights we had (no time/$$ to borrow or rent more, success rate: B+). Our early production meetings were spent haggling over what we could afford to do, how many actors we could afford to hire, etc. and our tech week was spent deciding what as-yet-unbuilt set pieces we could cut.

Thus is the critic's dilemma. They sometimes have an inkling of the process and its challenges, but they don't understand the full significance. Ultimately they're just professional audience members, with better writing skills. Usually.

The opinions that I do value are those of my fellow actors; especially the really perceptive, experienced, learned ones. Thanks to C.M. who said that no play in years had moved her to tears like ours. Thanks to L.Q. and L.S. who said this was one of the best plays they'd seen in DC. Their praise (or not, sometimes) is tempered with perspective. They know what we go through, because they do too. So you can guess whose opinions I listen to, whose criticisms I take to heart, and whose praise I value above all others.

February 28, 2008

Honorable Mentions

The Helen Hayes Award nominations (Tony Award : Helen Hayes Award :: NYC : DC) were announced this week, and two former schoolmates received noms: Andrew Sonntag (BA, '06) for Best Male Lead, Resident Musical, in "Reefer Madness" at Studio Theatre 2ndstage, and Jessie Dukes (MFA, '05) for Best Female Lead, Resident Musical, for "Spunk" at African Continuum Theatre. Kudos to both!

No productions with which I was associated received any nominations, but in yesterday's Washington Post, Jane Horwitz's "Backstage" column (here, scroll down) devoted a section to the best plays & performances that were overlooked. Happily, Arabian Nights and Kafka's Dick were both mentioned. Arabian Nights was ineligible, due to Constellation Theatre Co. being a fledgling company, though I'd like to think that if we were eligible we'd be in the running for Best Ensemble. Christopher Henley was singled out for his performance as Kafka, though I find it entirely amusing that the Post couldn't print the full title of the play...

I would add to the list of overlooked productions: Chris Dinolfo and Michael Innocenti in "Mojo Mickeybo", with Keegan Theatre/New Island Project.

I never met Bill Hamlin, the actor whose passing was noted at the top of the article; nonetheless I find something wonderfully romantic in the idea of that kind of life. A solid character actor who spent his life in regional and small professional theatre, working virtually up to the day he died. I look at some of my aging veteran actor friends back home, some who are gone and some who remain, who also embody that life. To those who are gone (Bernie Tato, Phip Barbour, Jaime James, Alan Jasper, Gary Newton and others) and those who will keep trodding the boards to their last breath (Tim Robinson, Bruce Allen, Chuck Galle, Anne Rehner, Susan Turner, Peggi McCarthy, Alan Huisman, Ralph Murphy, Edouard Langlois and many many others), I salute you.

January 23, 2008

Argonautika

Attended the opening of Mary Zimmerman's Argonautika at the Shakespeare Theatre last night. Brilliant.

The only criticism I can think of: after the leisurly paced Act I, Act II comes off like the second season of Rome, trying to squeeze in too many events in too short of a time; the finding of the golden fleece, the wooing of Medea, the terrible return voyage of the Argo, Jason's betrayal and Medea's meltdown. I got the impression that it started off as a much longer play - three, maybe four acts - and that Zimmerman kept Act I intact and boiled the rest down to a second act.

Otherwise, the staging, the ensemble, the lovely set were just wonderful. A neat trick: Medea is pierced by Eros' arrow, and she spends the remainder of the play (until she does the fatal deed) with the arrow sticking through her. Her blouse gets progressively bloodier with every entrance, echoing her descent into madness.

Go see it. Run. Do not walk.

Peace out.

December 21, 2007

Best Drama Criticism Ever

Not since Woolcott...

This is Daniel Okrent's review of the 2002 Broadway revival of Man of La Mancha, in Entertainment Weekly. I remember laughing my ass off when I read it on the newsstand (or the dentists office, or wherever), and one Google search later, here it is. Mr Okrent, I tip my hat to you, sir...


(Sung, of course, to the tune of The Impossible Dream, original lyrics by Joe Darion, music by Mitch Leigh)

To dream the impossible dream
To flee this unbearable show
To mourn that great Brian Stokes Mitchell
A star, could be brought down so low!

This is my fate, just doing my job
To listen to hokum
Tunes grate, at best throb
To wish for a whit
Of some wit to applaud
Or just maybe a smidgen of staging not hopelessly flawed!

Yes I know that others will love it
And will loathe these harsh words that I say
Be inclined to tell me to go shove it
Cry foul as I trash the whole play!

But the world would be better for this
That this show, which is hopelessly marred
Would ditch the full last 15 minutes...
As I reach (slower, will full orchestral buildup) for the keys to my car!

(http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,402371,00.html)

December 20, 2007

DC is, Like, Totally On Kafka's Dick


I think they like us...




Potomac Stages (We're a pick!)


We have a Pay-What-You-Can matinee at 2pm this Saturday (12/22), and again two weeks later (1/5/08) ... if you're cash-strapped from all that holiday shopping, this is probably your best bet to come see it!

December 19, 2007

The House Of Yes, or: When Artistic Success Can Be A Bad Thing

(Photo by Ray Gniewek - Washington Shakespeare Company)

The most recent play I've seen (actually the only play I've seen in several weeks) is WSC's The House Of Yes. It's running in rep with
the play I'm in; they came to our opening the week before, so it was only right and proper that we went to theirs. And hearing all the screams from the rehearsal room while we were working onstage (and vice versa) over the preceding weeks made me all the more excited to see this.

I won't provide an in-depth critique of the production (save the following paragraphs), because that's the province of critics. In short, everyone did a superlative job. Brilliant acting and tight, smart direction. They totally nailed it. And therein lies the paradox.

I see a lot of parallels with August Strindberg's Dance of Death, because both plays suffer from the same trap: when done well, they're unwatchable. To say that the actors were completely successful is a double-edged compliment, because this means that they succeeded in bringing completely revolting characters to life. And to say that they expertly told the story is to say that they expertly painted a repugnant and unredemptive portrait of humanity.

For all my pretentions about art... oh, sorry, Art, I still think there needs to be at least a dim ray of hope in the midst of it. For all the squalor, there needs to be an exit. Even a dreary and depressing play like Edward Bond's Saved ends on a note of cautious optimism. And as for the subtitle "a suburban Jacobean play," the Jacobean tragedy that first comes to mind is Webster's Duchess of Malfi, and even that bloodbath of a play ends on a redemptive note. So if there's any failing here -- and I'm not sure if the fault is with the play or the production -- it lies in the sense that there's no out; overwhelming nihilism wins the day.


So... congratulations?