What Happens In Jersey…

What is it about Jersey that gets such a bad rap?  Frank Sinatra, Bruce Springsteen, Jerry Lewis, Joe Pesci and Bon Jovi all came from the Garden State.  Before Sin City opened its first casino, Atlantic City was a gambler’s playground for years and with its beach and boardwalk, it played host to the Miss America Pageant for decades.  But despite these facts, New Jersey is constantly the butt of tri-state jokes and poorly depicted in the media, i.e. Jersey Shore.  Then came a fictional story set in an attic in Ridgewood, New Jersey, touted as a gothic fairytale, and my hopes that New Jersey would be seen in the public eye as more than a fist-pumping toxic dump was restored.    Unfortunately, Play Nice! did little to enhance New Jersey’s public image nor did it fully live up to its potential as a gothic fairytale.

Play Nice! focuses on Isabelle, Luce and Matilda.  On the surface, their lives seem ideal, but behind the doors of their home their reality is quite different. Each of the kids are forced endure their fare share of abuse from their mother, who is an obese alcoholic.  Determined to prove to her neighbors that she deserves to live in this affluent bedroom community 20 miles from New York City, the children’s mother demands perfection in and out of the home, which is only partially furnished to enhance her façade.  The bulk of Luce and Isabelle’s time is spent in the attic escaping into their world of make believe where there mother, the Dragon Queen, cannot reach them.  Matilda is relegated to be the maid and her mother’s verbal whipping girl.  The play’s dark plot primarily takes place in the attic – very V.C. Andrews’ gothic, but that is where the similarity stops.  On Thanksgiving Day the mother is poisoned after having her afternoon tea and the children must utilize their active imaginations to simulate the  events leading up to the poisoning.

Play Nice! is a journey in which pretend can uncover truth and stretches the idea of what a fairytale can be.   It also challenges one’s typical perception to the term gothic.  My issue with this dramatization was the venue in which it took place.  I believe the stage, especially an Off-Broadway one, might not do this story justice.  Ridgewood, New Jersey is a very well-to-do village, but with exception to the mother’s references to this idyllic town, the audience does not get to experience it.  The pretend sequences between Luce and Isabelle once he runs away from his mother are well acted, but the lack of background diminishes the somberness of their reality.  Play Nice! will end its limited run at 59E59 Theaters on March 27.  While it is not necessarily my cup of tea with regards to a play, I firmly believe this story would work well if not better as a film and would happily pay $8.50 to see if my theory is right, as well as to see a few scenes of New Jersey shown in a better light.

Photos:  Richard Termine

Love in Bloom

On a stage at the Westside Theatre, located at 407 West 43rd Street, the house lights dim and the stage lights brighten, a young girl with a shaggy blonde cut and pink nightie is sprawled unconscious across the bed, the oven door is open and “What the World Needs Now Is Love” is skipping on a record player.  If not for the intervention of a geeky Good Samaritan, the young girl would be a goner.  Sounds like a scene from Promises, Promises, right?  But it is actually the opening scene of the hilarious revival of Cactus FlowerCactus Flower debuted at the Royal Theatre on December 8, 1965 with Lauren Bacall, Barry Nelson, Brenda Vaccaro and Burt Brinckerhoff completing the original cast.  After a close to three year run, the show closed and in 1969, it was adapted into a film starring Ingrid Berman, Walter Matthau and Goldie Hawn.  There is no question of the show’s success as Vaccaro and Brinckerhoff were nominated for Tony Awards and Hawn won an Oscar, but the question that lingers for me is was this farce about love written by Abe Burrows or Puck?  Cleary Burrows took inspiration from those misguided lovers from Athens and like A Midsummer Night’s Dream this romantic comedy is just as zany and genius as the Shakespeare classic. 

Cactus Flower grows around the love lives, and in a certain case lack thereof, of Dr. Julian Winston, Toni Simmons and Stephanie Dickinson.  Julian is a good looking, middle-aged Park Avenue dentist and one hell of a ladies’ man.  He claims to love Toni, a bright-eyed hopeless romantic that is in love with Julian despite the fact that he has told her that he is married with three kids.  What makes this idyllic young girl love the dentist is his honesty about his ball and chains, but what she doesn’t know is that his wife and kids are figments of his imagination – an embellished cover to protect his liaisons.  After Igor, the young, geeky writer next door, saves Toni from certain doom, Julian decides to marry her.  But there is a problem, his wife and kids.  Toni demands to meet his wife to ensure that she also consents to the divorce.  Enter Stephanie, Julian’s old maid secretary.  Last time she had a good time Eisenhower probably was in office.  Her thorny, abrasive demeanor and efficiency in taking care of Julian mask her love for the good denstist.  Julian, after much convincing, enlists Stephanie to help him in his web of lies, and the rollercoaster of laughs start from there.  While keeping up his façade, thus keeping Toni in the dark , Julian winds up falling for Stephanie and Toni realizes that Igor is the man for her. 

This revival of Cactus Flower tickles the funny bone and blossoms with stellar performances.   Maxwell Caulfield may be best known for being Sandy’s cousin in Grease 2 and for his stint on Dynasty and The Colby’s, but as the philandering Dr. Julian, Caulfield is both deceitfully charming and amusing.  Jenni Barber as Toni is probably the most delightful scatterbrain I have ever seen.   Throughout the play her dizziness can drive you to want to jump on stage and shake until she finally displays a modicum of sense, but her immature quest to find perfection in love is admirable.  Barber’s portrayl of the idealistic, young Toni is infectious.  The character of Stephanie is the true star of the story.  She is the cactus flower, prickly and barren that eventually bursts with femininity and sensuality.  Lois Robbins simply flourishes as Stephanie Dickinson.  She is witty, venerable at times and funny all the time.  Stephanie may be the personification of a cactus flower, but Robbins is no shrinking violet.  Her performance is as sweet as a rose.  Jeremy Bobb is droll is the Igor Sullivan, the writer from next door.  He knows his position and plays it well.  The definite scene stealers in this production are John Herrera, Anthony Reimer and Robin Skye.  Their portrayals as Señor Arturo Sanchez, Harvey Greenfield and Mrs. Durant are thigh-slapping, laugh-out-loud humorous.  Anna Louizos received a Tony nomination for her set designs for In the Heights and High Fidelity.   She creates another stunning visual setting to accompany a great cast of actors and direction from Michael Bush.  Although the changes throughout the scenes were not seamless, it in no way diminished the authenticity of the show nor pulled the audience out of the fantasy.  Cactus Flower’s new run will end at the Westside Theatre on May 29.  I assure you, a desert plant has never been so entertaining.  Cactus Flower provides a great 60s soundtrack, lively performances and smiles that will keep growing for days. 

Photos courtesy of O&M Co.

Oscar-Nominated Actor Geoffrey Rush Reprises Madman One Last Time

To write a paragraph, or two, or three about the brilliance of Geoffrey Rush would not be waxing poetic, it would be waxing reality.  If this Sunday’s Academy Awards ceremony was the Belmont Stakes, then Rush would be a shoo-in.  After all, he has already won an actor’s Triple Crown (an Academy Award, a Tony Award and an Emmy Award) as well as two Golden Globes and three Screen Actors Guild Awards.  I first saw the Australian actor and film producer in Shakespeare in Love, but it was not until I saw him playing the Marquis de Sade in Quills that I truly began to appreciate his ability be consumed by a role as well as his talent to portray a crackpot convincingly.

 Although much of the media attention surrounding Rush at this time is dedicated to whether or not he will win the Oscar for Best Supporting Actor for The King’s Speech, this award season has been a very demanding one considering he is also starring in BAM’s US premiere of the Belvoir St Theatre’s The Diary of a Madman, directed by Neil Armfield.  This is not Rush or Armfield’s first descent into lunacy, both men know Poprischin (the protagonist) quite well.   The Belvoir St Theatre is one of the most acclaimed companies in Austrailia.  Company co-founder Neil Armfield directed Rush in the initial run of The Diary of a Madman 22 years ago, it seems felicitous that they would echo this classic as Armfield’s swansong as the company’s artistic director.  But for me, It seems appropriate that a story concerning quills would once again allow me the opportunity to acknowledge Rush’s genius.

The Diary of a Madman is based on the 1835 short story by Russian novelist Nikolai Gogol.  The story, written in first person format, focuses on Aksentii Poprischin, a low-ranking civil servant and chronicles his digression into delirium.  Poprischin loathes his common status and despises the bureaucracy of St. Petersburg and his supervisor Mikhailov in particular.  Despite his feelings for his boss, he is completely enamored with Mikhailov’s daughter Sophia.  His yearning for her sends his imagination into the stratosphere as he believes he has overheard a conversation between Sophia’s dog Medji and another dog name Fifi.  He spies on the two pooches in effort to learn more about Sophia.  Eventually he convinces himself that he is to assume the throne of Spain and prepares for his coronation and move to Madrid, which is actually an asylum.  Once inside the sanitarium, he believes the torture he receives to be some crude coronation ceremony, then part of the Inquisition.  The heart of this tale is about a man who craves to rise above his proletariat status so desperately that his quest to shine drives him loco, a need that anyone who has ever swiped an employee badge can comprehend.  David Holman, Neil Armfield and Geoffrey Rush’s adaptation of this story is a satirical masterpiece – dark comedy at its zenith.

Geoffrey Rush breathes an eccentric life into Poprischin that is nothing short of fabulous.  As the Marquis de Sade, Rush was frantic to procure quills so he could author his erotic stories and express himself freely.  As a lowly clerk of the 9th grade, Rush is hired to mend quills as part of his “spoke in the wheel” position.  But after work, he is at liberty to dip his feather in the inkhorn and allow his lucubrations to manufacture a world where dogs conversed like humans, and his true disdain for the bourgeoisie could flow unbridled, scenes full of romance and royalty where he could prove that he was more than his position in society allowed him to be.  Along with a two-piece band that provided whimsical and stark sound effects, Rush entwines comedy and tragedy exquisitely.   As he blathers on about his aversion to Mikhailov, being ignored by his landlady and the ignorance of Tuovi, the landlady’s Finnish maid, the audience cannot help but to break out in side-splitting laughter.  Another aborning truth that becomes clear is that as Poprischin Rush is the poster boy for “going postal.”  Rush brings out the calamity of this character so well that as his shift into madness increases, it becomes harder to make light of his situation.  Every chuckle at his delusions is accompanied with uncomfortableness as you acknowledge he is losing his mind.  In the final scene, where Poprischin is confined and mistreated in the asylum, the audience receives the literal understanding of laughter through tears.  As Rush fails to understand why he, the king, is being treated so harshly the heartstrings of everyone in the theater are pulled to capacity, but in that most dramatic moment, he makes an absurd comment that is meet with sheer amusement.  Yael Stone is sensational as Tuovi, the Finnish maid, the apparition of Sophia and Tatiana, the shrieking cell mate of Poprischin after he is committed.  She adds another wonderful comedic layer to this play.

My suggestion is that every New Yorker takes a queue from this incredible actor’s name and rush to go see The Diary of a Madman before it leaves BAM’s Harvey Theater on March 12.  It is the Triple Crown of theatre going – engaging story, great acting and lots of emotion.  Oscar or no Oscar for The Kings Speech, this production is an oration that you would be crazy to miss.

Photos:  Stephanie Berger

A Freestyle Thing

In the 90’s freestyling, an improvisational form of rapping in which lyrics are produced off-the-top-of-the-head, was the test to prove a rapper’s true MCing prowess.   With an accompaniment of a beat box, track or simply acapella, rappers proved why this burgeoning form of music was truly an art.  In the theatre, the art of improvisation is nothing new; improvised performing can be traced back as far back as the 16th centuries across Europe.  Modern improv is generally accredited to Viola Spolin, widely considered to be the grandmother of improvisational theatre and falls into two groupings, shortform and longform.

Fusing the best of shortform (short scenes initiated by an audience suggestion) and longform (a production in which short scenes are connected by the story and characters), Baby Wants Candy is an autoschediastical klatsch of epic proportions.  A cast of rotating players breaks the fourth wall (generally a standard in live theatre) and asks the audience for a title to a production that has never been seen.  Once one is shouted out, the actors and a live band construct a side-splitting musical that is guaranteed to be one of the blithest 60-minutes one will ever spend in a theatre.  Baby Wants Candy offers an once-in-a-lifetime theatre experience; the scenes, dialogue and musical numbers are only displayed for that performance.  If you missed it, then you missed it.  But the silver lining is there is always an innovative, clever, inspiring musical on the horizon just waiting for the audience to name it.  Baby Wants Candy is an unforgettable display of the human imagination.

Like hip hop, jazz is another musical genre that welcomes improvisation.  A group of players on stage make an offer, inviting us to come on an aural journey of pop-up riffs and harmonious ad-libs. It is an offer most times the audience can not refuse.  In improvisational theatre, an offer, which refers to an actor defining a scene, is also made.  Once an offer is accepted, another actor will initiate a new offer and so on creating a spontaneous house of cards.  Improvisers call this “Yes, And…”  While watching artisans on stage, I also have a sort of “Yes, And…” experience.  Generally it happens when something is lacking in the performance, but with this troupe of zany entertainers, I did not say, “Yes, and…,” I screamed, “Woohoo!”  On the way home I had to convince myself that the audience member that provided the title was not a mole, which I believe is the greatest testimony to the cast’s mastery of their art.  Baby Wants Candy makes me crave improv. 

Baby Wants Candy will be performing Saturday evenings at the SoHo Playhouse, located on 15 Vandam Street, until February 26.  To learn more about Baby Wants Candy, click www.babywantscandy.com.

Cast photo and logo courtesy of Noreen Heron & Associates, Inc.

Top Play for 2010

Time Stands Still

In 2010, the best that Broadway had to offer was at the Cort Theatre.  First theatre-goers were dazzled with the revival of Fences and in the fall they were awed by the debut of Time Stands Still on Broadway.  Like The Scottsboro Boys the buzz created by Time Stands Still during its Off-Broadway run demanded that this production come to Broadway.  This is a grown-ass play dealing with grown up, modern relationship issues.  Time waits for no man, but sometimes it pauses briefly for a display of greatness.  To read F.A.M.E NYC’s full review of Time Stands Still, click https://famenycmagazine.com/2010/10/17/time-is-on-their-side/.

Photos:  Joan Marcus

Top Off-Broadway Play for 2010

Freud’s Last Session

Imagine if Muhammad Ali and Mike Tyson had fought for the heavyweight crown, or Michael Jordan and Lebron James had a one on one game or Richard Pryor and Eddie Murphy had a 90-minute “Yo Mama” session.  Can you imagine that?  If you can, then you can picture the mental match that transpired between the 20th century’s greatest thinkers in what could possibly be the most sophisticated “what if” ever imagined.   I could not stop raving about Freud’s Last Session.  Even if it was fictional, the play offered audiences the opportunity to get up close and personal with Dr. Freud and C.S. Lewis.  It is my hope that Freud’s Last Session has not seen its last run in NYC.  To read F.A.M.E NYC’s full review of Freud’s Last Session, click https://famenycmagazine.com/2010/09/20/duel-on-the-couch-freud%e2%80%99s-last-session/.

Photos: Kevin Sprague

Top Off-Broadway Musical for 2010

The Scottsboro Boys

From Dixie…to the Vineyard Theatre …to Broadway, The Scottsboro Boys has had an eventful 2010.  When I saw this musical at the Vineyard Theatre I thought it would be criminal if this production did not make it to The Great White Way.  Luckily, I did not have to drop a dime to the theatre police because in the fall the musical debuted at the Lyceum Theatre.  Thrilling from beginning to end, The Scottsboro Boys took all the elements of great a musical production and created  a unique experience for its audience.  I hope it will return to Broadway once more this year.  To read F.A.M.E NYC’s full review of The Scottsboro Boys, click https://famenycmagazine.com/2010/04/13/time-traveling-with-the-scottsboro-boys/.

Photos:  Carol Rosegg  

Top Revival of a Musical for 2010

Promises, Promises

Do you know the way to Consolidated Life?  If not, then follow the timeless tunes of Burt Bacharach.  I love boys in dresses and who can resist Catherine Zeta Jones, but I believe this should have received more hardware at the 2010 Tony Awards.   After all, who could resist Neil Simon, or Sean Hayes, or Kristen Chenoweth?  The holidays are over for now, but if you have the temptation for some turkey-lurking, then go to the Broadway Theatre.  To read F.A.M.E NYC’s full review of Promises, Promises, click https://famenycmagazine.com/2010/05/19/promise-fulfilled/.

Photos courtesy of Broadway.com

Top Revival of a Drama for 2010

Fences

Gabriel blow your horn!  The angels certainly did sing for this revival of Fences, and August Wilson must have been smiling from heaven.  The play itself is a tour de force; add the direction of Kenny Leon along with the brilliant acting of Denzel Washington and Viola Davis, shake it up and you have lightning on stage.   I guess the best testament of this revival’s home run is the three Tony Awards it received.  This one knocked it over the fence and out of the theatre.  To read F.A.M.E NYC’s full review of Fences, click https://famenycmagazine.com/?s=Fences.

Photo: Joan Marcus, http://fencesonbroadway.com.

The Great Bubble Burst

I’m going to say it plain, as Americans we live in a bubble of our own creation.  Before September 11, 2001, how many of us could say we knew anything about Afghanistan, much less locate it on a map.  But after the events of that tragic day, our bubble popped (like it did 60 years before on Pearl Harbor).  Afghanistan, Iraq, the Taliban, Al Qaeda and Islam became the enemy.  Afghanistan was portrayed as a poppy growing, heroin producing, woman hating, tribal fighting, terrorist harboring disaster zone that needed to be cleansed and saved from itself.  But how many leaders…how many superpowers…how many extremists have tried to save Afghanistan from itself, while really serving their interest and not that of the indigenous people?  This question is powerfully and intelligently explored in The Great Game: Afghanistan, now playing at NYU’s Skirball Center until December 19.

The Great Game: Afghanistan is a series of short plays told over three productions presenting audiences with a stark account of this country’s turbulent history from 1842 to the present day.  Broken into one installment per evening or an all-day marathon, The Great Game: Afghanistan breathes new life into the term miniseries.  The first installment titled Invasions and Independence covers the time period of 1842 to 1929.  The first play, Bugles at the Gates of Jalalabad, was written by Stephen Jeffreys. Four buglers outside of Jalalabad keep watch for William Brydon, the lone survivor of the Massacre of Elphinstone’s Army in 1842, while on the other side of the stage, Lady Florentia Sale who was kidnapped in 1842 during the First Anglo-Afghan War reads from the diary she kept while in captivity.    The buglers and Lady Sale recount the British invasion of Afghanistan to impede the Russians and protect India (the crown jewel of their empire), the bribes to tribal warlords which eventually stopped, as well as the gory details of how the Afghan fighters hacked the British army and camp followers to pieces during the massacre.  But the sub-plot of the play is one of intolerance and underestimating the Afghan people.  Bugles at the Gates of Jalalabad closes with the telling of Afghan heroine Malalai, a young woman who helped to rally Afghan soldiers during the Battle of Kandahar.  The second play Durand’s Line was written by Ron Hutchinson and details a fictitious conversation between Amir Abdul Rahman and Sir Mortimer Durand before the signing of the 1893 Durand Line Agreement which refers to the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan and established a line for the British that the Russians were not to cross.   The segment then speeds up to 2010 with Campaign by Amit Gupta.  While trying to create an exit strategy for the British out of Afghanistan, a politician from the UK coalition government tries to coerce a Pakistani intellectual to assist him in manufacturing propaganda that centers on Mahmud Tarzi, considered one of Afghanistan’s greatest intellectuals and modernist.  The final play of Invasions and Independence also features Mahmud Tarzi.  Now is the Time, by Joy Wilkinson, shifts back to 1929 and focuses on Mahmud Tarzi, his daughter Queen Soraya Tarzi and son-in-law King Amanullah Khan as their escape out of Kabul is threatened when their Rolls Royce gets stuck in the snow.

The second installment of plays is titled Communism, the Mujahideen and the Taliban and covers the time period of 1981 to 2001.  Communism, the Mujahideen and the Taliban begins with Black Tulips by David Edgar, which backtracks the Soviet war in Afghanistan from 1987 to 1981 from the USSR’s point of view.  While constantly reminding new soldiers that “They had been invited to Afghanistan,” various Soviet officers give newly deployed soldiers a pep-talk as to why their intervention is necessary.  Wood for the Fire by Lee Blessing zeros in on two CIA operatives as they work with Pakistan’s Inter-Services Intelligence to supply the Mujahideen with weapons and terrorist training to oppose the Soviets.  In Miniskirts of Kabul by David Greig a British journalist imagines a meeting with President Mohammed Najibullah while he is on house arrest in the UN compound in Kabul in 1992.  They discuss the Spice Girls, women being allowed to wear miniskirts, his beliefs and why he refused to go into exile once his regime had collapsed.  Communism, the Mujahideen and the Taliban ends with The Lion of Kabul by Colin Teevan showcasing the history Marjan, the one-eyed lion in the Kabul Zoo as told by a Taliban leader as a female UN director and her interpreter wait to find out news about two UN aid workers.  Upon learning the workers have been killed, the UN director reluctantly allows the Taliban to render punishment to the men responsible for the aid workers’ deaths, which happens to be feeding them to Marjan.

The third segment of The Great Game: Afghanistan is Enduring Freedom which spans from 2001 to the present day.  Enduring Freedom opens with Honey by Ben Ockrent and focuses on a CIA agent who tries to enlist the help of Ahmad Shah Massoud right before his assassination on September 9, 2001.  The title of the play refers to the “honey pot” Massoud was promised for his assistance.  After Massoud is assassinated, footage of the World Trade Center attack on 9/11 is shown.  Following the 9/11 attacks The Night is Darkest before Dawn by Abi Morgan centers on an Afghan widow that returns to her village to re-open her deceased husband’s school and recruit her niece as a student.  On the Side of the Angels by Richard Bean is the penultimate skit and features an aid worker who is forced to get involved in Afghan politics after a girl is betrothed to an older man to settle a dispute.  The play comes full circle with Canopy of Stars written by Simon Stephens.  It centers on two British soldiers guarding the Kajaki Dam; they exchange views on military intervention in Afghanistan right before a battle. 

The Great Game: Afghanistan and its myriad of carefully crafted skits reveal that the true game played in Afghanistan was an exhaustive, expensive game of chess in which the pawn became such a powerful player that it began to usurp control from the strategists setting the rules.  The realities of the effects of war and the manipulation behind it become all too real after watching The Great Game: Afghanistan.  Whether viewed in its entirety or in segments, this play gives its viewer as much as it takes away.  It represents what is great in theater; it expands your consciousness and challenges your perception of the world we live in.   Upon walking into this production your views about global terrorism, 9/11, Islam may be clear, but by the end of the play your perception may be a little muddled.  The Great Game: Afghanistan is the equivalent to walking into a snow globe that pops while shaking.  Before the shaking all your ideas are calm, resting in the annals of your mind, but afterwards the certainty of your thoughts are scattered and can never be collected back into the bubble.  It my sincere hope that The Great Game: Afghanistan will return to NYC soon so that all New Yorkers will have the opportunity to witness this stimulating work.  The actors, who play multiple roles, are intense; their dedication to the entire production exquisitely shines through in every play.  In the times we live in, The Great Game: Afghanistan is a must see –it is a mental marathon, but one well worth running.

Photos: John Haynes