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.

Sea Change

No joke:

One Saturday morning a month ago, I was getting into my hybrid Toyota Prius (love those 48 mpgs) when a huge SUV slowed to a halt alongside. The driver rolled his window down and asked, "Do you know where I can find a bike shop?"

Classic.

June 3, 2008

Doctor Who Geekery Report: Silurians and Sea Devils


Another perfect synergy: a rare night off from rehearsal, and three new Doctor Who DVD's arrive in the mail. I'm only getting through one tonight, what with all the special features and such to sift through, but it's a treat; a real classic.

"Doctor Who And The Silurians" (1970) has been painstakingly and beautifully restored to as close to original broadcast quality as possible. The original video masters were erased, and only a black & white film copy remained in the BBC archives. One fuzzy home video copy survived, and through some kind of computer magic, they've melded the two together. I've seen the BW film version, a 90's attempt at recolorization, and this one, and the difference is simply staggering. Just lovely.

It's also a great story, too. This was the first season of the Doctor's exile to present-day Earth, where the challenge became evident among the production staff that they were basically limited to two plots: mad scientists and alien invasions (well, they had to come here, since we couldn't go there). This story is a clever twist on the latter plot; they've been here all along.

A race of humanoid reptiles, descended from the dinosaurs, had their own advanced civilization millions of years before the dawn of man. They went into hibernation when they detected an approaching asteroid (which instead of striking Earth, became the moon). They overslept due to a faulty mechanism, and only now have begun to revive to reclaim the Earth.

The Doctor is in the unenviable position of mediator between the mutually xenophobic species. The more he tries to alleviate the tension, the more the situation grows beyond his control; ultimately he fails. Once the humans gain the upper hand and drive the Silurians back to their base deep inside a cavern, the Brigadier blows the cave entrance up. The Doctor is utterly appalled, and this is undoubtedly the nadir of his relationship with UNIT.

One can read as many geopolitical allegories into the plot as one desires. Israel and Palestine, anyone? It's also intriguing to see just how knee-jerk the humans' impulse toward revenge is; even Liz, after being attacked by the wounded Silurian in the barn, assumes violent intent for the entire race. Nothing like judging the group by the actions of its fringe...

As with most serials of this era, the plot ambles along with a very measured pace, in this case stretched over seven 25-minute episodes. It's not exactly for the ADD set, but still even by my standards it doesn't drag. The longer serials of this era tended to be dialogue-oriented, upping the ante upon reaching the cliffhanger. These cliffhangers seem perfectly spaced, like mileposts along a stretch of road, which to me is a mark of sturdy craftsmanship. Contrast with other episodes where the action meanders listlessly until the Doctor and/or companion(s) become confronted with peril that has very little to do with the task at hand. In this case...

Ep 1 - The Doctor investigates the mysterious caves and is confronted by a dinosaur...
Ep 2 - The wounded Silurian lurches toward the unsuspecting Liz Shaw...
Ep 3 - The Doctor confronts the wounded Silurian at Quinn's cottage...
Ep 4 - The Young Silurian begins to fry the Doctor with his third eye...
Ep 5 - Major Baker becomes the first victim of the Silurian plague...
Ep 6 - Just as he find a cure for the plague, the Doctor is attacked by Silurians...
Ep 7 - The Doctor fumes as the cave entrance is destroyed.

If written for the program today, it could very easily take up all of one 45-minute episode.

There are some very lovely moments. Dr Lawrence's gradual mental breakdown leading to his brilliantly over-the-top death scene. The Doctor, certain that Quinn is in contact with the Silurians, toys with him instead of confronting him outright upon dropping in at his cottage unannounced ("My it's hot in here, just like the reptile house at the zoo..."). Miss Dawson's unscripted but obvious love for Quinn, whose death at the hands of the wounded Silurian contributes to her increasing bloodlust. The location shoot of plague victims dropping at the London train station. Geoffrey Palmer ("As Time Goes By") and Paul Darrow ("Blake's 7") in early TV roles. The Young Silurian transcending his somewhat unidimensional characterization in the final episode by selflessly sacrificing himself to attempt to save his people. Oh, and of course, no attempt at concealing Jon Pertwee's tattoo (see above).

A few nitpicky points - a significant plot point (Major Baker's escape) hinges on the tired device of the One Dumb Guard (UNIT's recruitment policies had some notable failings, apparently), and episode six is pretty useless (those plague scenes in London notwithstanding) featuring Silurians and UNIT playing cat & mouse in the caves during action shots of the Doctor! And Liz! In a laboratory! With test tubes! And the Brigadier! On the Phone!

A very worthy addition to my collection.

(Next: The Sea Devils - The Silurians' aquatic cousins)

Red Noses at WSC


Yeah, so I've been gone a while...

Long story short, Romans got canceled, I was depressed at the prospect of no work this summer, then I got a phone call from Christopher Henley, WSC's Artistic Director...

"How extensive is your script library?"
"Umm... considerably extensive..."
"Do you have a play called 'Red Noses?'"

A pause as my heart jumps into my throat. Red Noses, an epic dark comedy by Peter Barnes about a monastic order of clowns during the Black Death, one of my all-time favorite plays, one I've taken to heart and written papers on in grad school, played an ensemble role in a small production back home, etc...

"yyyyes, I do..."

Before I knew what I was getting into, I was directing.

Well, now I'm co-directing and playing a role. Which is fine. A cast of 21 is more than I've ever dealt with before, and Clark St Playhouse is a huuuuge ass space. So this being the largest scale production I've ever attempted, I'm most grateful for the help. I've got a great cast, a great production team, and we're attempting a very ambitious concept in a very short amount of time.

Previews start June 19th.

April 21, 2008

I'm into Boston, y'all.

Alas, no lengthy Stanley Cup run this year. After probably the most stirring performance since the early 90's Saturday night during Game Six to force an improbable deciding seventh game against the heavily -- nay, universally -- favored Montreal Canadiens, the Bruins came up short and lost, 5-0.

Nonetheless, Boston fans were surprised and delighted to learn that they did indeed still have a professional hockey team in town. Hopefully their young players will stay around to grow and blossom, and maybe management can attract a top caliber player to provide leadership and a whole lotta goals, and hell, sky's the limit.

April 19, 2008

RIP Ms Ryder


I was sad to learn this week that my elementary/jr high/high school art teacher Marcia Ryder lost her battle with cancer on April 1st.

She taught in the Kittery school system since the early 80's when she had to push her art materials from class to class in a shopping cart because we didn't have a dedicated art room. In high school (where we did have an art room), she let me spend my study halls sitting in on her class when I wasn't taking art as part of my official class schedule. She inspired me a lot, having spent her entire life dedicated to her passion. I'm trying to do likewise.

She and her husband had a blog where they journalized the various stages of her battle. It's very touching.

Thank you, Ms Ryder.

April 18, 2008

Go Bruins!



As I slouch inexorably toward early middle age and despite my distance from home, I still maintain the reminants of my childhood sports alliegences. Once a year, I pull on my throwback jersey and catch the Bruins whenever they come to town; been to Madison Sq Garden and saw them beat the Rangers twice, been to the Verizon Ctr twice. Last month was the nadir, however, as I shelled out $56 for a front row upper deck center ice seat to watch them get ass-raped by the Caps, 10-2.

The heyday of my Big Bad Bruins of yore are long past. Plagued by stingy ownership and (until recently) toady management, they've spent the last fifteen years or so on a long, slow, sad fade into irrelevancy while the exploits of the Pats, Red Sox and recently the Celtics have nudged them off the front page of the sports section. Cam Neely? Terry O'Reilly? Ray Bourque? Long gone. Their last Stanley Cup? A month before my first birthday.

So it's been great to see them fighting like hell to stay alive against the top-seeded Montreal Canadiens (who went an embarassing 8-0 against the B's during the season) in the first round of this year's playoffs. Last night in Montreal, facing elimination in Game 5 of a best-of-7, they finally appear to have solved the Canadiens' rookie goalie Carey Price, utterly schooling him with four 3rd-period goals to secure a 5-1 victory and force a Game 6 on Saturday back in Boston. They're still a longshot but hey, anything can happen.

I love this silly playoff commerical that NESN is running (I saw it last week while at a work conference in Boston); the only caveat is that they lied about all games being broadcast on NESN-HD. Game 5 was bumped onto their non-HD channel in favor of an inconsequential early-season Sox-Yankees matchup. Shame on them for overlooking the best game the Bruins have played all year, but that's an unfortunate reflection on the clout that the Bruins have of late. Alas.

Screw NESN. Go Bruins!

April 14, 2008

Romani Ite Domum, or How I Won't Be Spending My Summer Vacation


Well, my summer plans are now up in the air, as I have learned that Washington Shakespeare Company has been forced to indefinitely postpone their June/July production of "The Romans In Britain."

Turns out that WSC's application for the performance rights was declined, despite much begging and pleading on their part, and much regret on the playwright's agent's. It's been hinted that there may be a large-scale production in the works which involves global exclusivity... maybe the National Theatre in London is reviving it?

In any case, there are a lot of chagrined actors who, like me, have dropped out of and/or turned down other shows to be a part of "Romans." I predict a future encounter between myself and the producer of one such show that will not be a particularly happy one.

Not for naught do the play publishing companies like Sam French and Dramatists repeatedly say in their websites and catalogues... DON'T CAST, PUBLICIZE OR MAKE ANY LONG-TERM PRODUCTION PLANS UNTIL YOU'VE SECURED THE RIGHTS!!

I recall a legendary local anecdote from a few years back concerning a very awkward phone conversation between an Artistic Director and a famous and notoriously prickly playwright over not entirely dissimilar circumstances. I wonder sometimes if people ever actually learn anything.

To their credit, WSC has weathered crises like this in the past, and have managed to make some rather tasty lemonade out of their lemons. Last season they had to scrap a production at the last minute, and they nonetheless managed to create an entire new production -- a world premiere, no less -- in all of three weeks. So perhaps they'll pull something brilliant together this time too. You never know.

That said, I'd been trying my best to plug "Romans" by describing the lurid detail of my naked rape scene. So I thus have to say, not inappropriately, BUGGER!