HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Happy New Year, all! I hope you all had sufficiently raucous December 31st celebrations. Mine were filled with theoretical discussions of theatre while making brand new friends (I kid you not).

I've got a few things to cram into this post. The first is a very belated review of a production of You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown that I saw at Marymount Manhattan College. Directed by Jesse Marchese, this production utilized--in many ways--found objects representing the scenery and props dictated by the script, much the way the original Off-Broadway production did. Jesse's theory, he told me, was that kids can make a performance space out of anything. His production certainly proved that point. Rather than recreating the 'Peanuts' characters of the cartoons, as the most recent Broadway revival did, this production--staged in a non-traditional space--gave the impression of kids putting on a show in their backyard.

The performances astounded me. As a teacher of young people (a number of my students came to see the show with me!) I've seen several children perform material from Charlie Brown. But there's something so thrilling about adults letting themselves go and embodying these small children with these big ideas. The best example of this would have to be Katie Hutchison's Sally Brown, characterized in equal parts by her capriciousness and her precosiousness. Austin Wolf was delightful as the put-upon title character, his optimism all but forcing you to root for him throughout the whole show. It was a joy to watch Melissa Benoist (who I named last year's break-out performance of the year) lose herself in the egomaniacal Lucy VanPelt, and even more a joy to hear her sing. The necessary air of maturity and sophistication was supplied by Kevin O'Malley who portrayed a Snoopy that one might find more suited to sipping martinis with the likes of Noel Coward or Alexander Wollcott than hanging out with that round-headed boy.

Overall, the production was a delight and my students from The Children's Acting Academy had a wonderful time. I hope to post photos from the production as soon as I can.

On a more serious note, New York is currently recovering from The Great Broadway Massacre of 2009, a day that will go down in infamy as that day that saw the simultaneous closing of nine Broadway shows (and put a number of friends of mine out of work). January 4, 2009, left a staggering number of Broadway houses dark, and while new shows are coming in, they're going much more swiftly. It could be argued that some of the shows that have left my friends on unemployment (Hairspray, for example) have stayed their welcome and met with a timely demise, while others (Spring Awakening, anyone?) were more difficult to fathom.

In any event, right now more than ever in recent memory, we need to support the arts however we can. We need to go to Broadway shows, Off-Broadway shows, tours, regional theatre, community theatre. We need to show our solidarity for the up-and-coming talent out there. The arts have never been an easy field to break into. But due to the current recession, performers, writers, creators of all kind are finding that there are fewer and fewer venues for their voices to be heard.

So, here's my New Year's resolution: I will go to see as many performances [especially of new talent] as my wallet will allow [comps are always welcome] and I will spread the word right here.

Here's how you can do your part: PLEASE let me know of shows that you or your friends are doing so that I can plug them and review them. And please, pass this blog on to your friends so that the word can spread even faster. Let's join forces to support the insane amount of talent that is out there all over the country waiting to be heard!

On that note, I have a few things to plug. First: the insanely talented Mary Fishburne will be performing in her new cabaret Drawn to You, featuring music from some of her favorite cartoons. The show opens December 7 (TOMORROW) and runs until December 11. It's sure to be a sensational evening, and you're sure to hear more about it from me.

I also have to give a shout-out and a big Thank You to The Fabulous Jennifer Wren (that's her full name) who hosts the bi-monthly open-mic/cabaret Big Night Out. Jenny is a big part of the coallition to give new voices a chance to be heard. Every other Thursday at their new home at Dillon's Lounge, she and Musical Genius Bill Zeffiro (that's his full name) can be found hamming it up and allowing others to do so, as well.

That having been said, I have a belated Christmas/New Year gift for you all. On December 17th, Jenny and Bill hosted a Holiday Extravaganza, and I was honored to be among the truly amazing composers and performers. Here is a video of me singing my song "(Let's Go) Under the Mistletoe."

'What a Life' Transcends

Laurel Casillo, Steve Yates and Sara Lukasiewicz in What a Life.

There's no doubt that the most transformative performance in The Five Flights Theater Company's debut production of Don't Step on the Cracks was Laurel Casillo as the aging 'Nanny' in a sketch by Adam Delia. Casillo and Delia have teamed up to expand this character and explore her life in their new play What a Life, which premiered this weekend in a production by The Five Flights Theater Company.

Under Delia's direction, and with Casillo as the star, Nanny (who has been named 'Lucy') reaches new heights as a theatrical character. She is a tour-de-force, ripe for any actress with the chops to handle her. And this actress has. If Casillo transformed herself for Don't Step, she transcends in this performance. Here, we follow Lucy from age 6 to 94, and Casillo is believeable all the way up.

Special attention must also be paid to the task placed on the shoulders of Steve Yates in the role of Anthony, Lucy's grandson and currently the only constant in her life. Yates provides the lens through which we view Lucy--that which much be broken down so we can see everything she really is and was. He gives a sensitive, powerful and most importantly honest performance.

With such detailed attention given to Lucy and Anthony, the rest of the characters (skillfully played by Sara Lukasiewicz and Eryck Tait) are sometimes given a short shrift in terms of development. Still, there is always an air of humanity and truth about the play. Lukasiewicz and Tait give nuanced and varied, often chameleon-esque, performances. They seem to shed their own skins for those of the characters, especially when they swap genders as Lucy's comical neighbors in her nursing home.

Lukasiewicz is strongest--not surprisingly--in the role given the most stage time, that of Susan, Lucy's daughter, who we follow through her life with her mother. Her initial appearance is reminiscent of Marisa Tomei's performance in My Cousin Vinny but the more we watch, the more we see both the pain and love that exist in her life. Tait pulls off the delicate dichotomy of Frank, Lucy's ne'er-do-well husband. In his few scenes with the character we see his obvious charm, his troublesome behavior and his undying love for his wife.

If a few Italian phrases get garbled, it can be forgiven. If there are a few cheesy epithets (such as the repeated "Sometimes life hands you a different kind of fairy tale") it can be chalked up to the era the characters come from. If the final scene gets a little too sappy a little too fast (the sudden onslaught of "I love you"s does seem a little gushy), the play still earns its final moment. I was forwarned that this production would be unlike anything I'd seen from Five Flights, but I was not warned that the play would have the entire audience in tears by the end.

The production, aptly stage managed by Will Lacker, is as graceful, poignant, nostalgic and filled with yearning as an old Italian love song. If I were you, I'd keep my eyes open for future productions of this play. It comes chock-full with something for everyone from age 6 to 94.

Laurel Casillo and Eryck Tait in What a Life.

'What a Life' is no longer running. For more information on The Flive Flights Theater Company and future Five Flights productions, visit www.fiveflightstheatercompany.org.

Juneau: the musical?

This is not a political blog, it's a theatrical blog... so I'll try to keep this entry as much about theatre as I possibly can.

If someone were to write a play about Republican Vice-Presidential candidate Sarah Palin announcing that her 17-year-old daughter is pregnant, I wonder if it would be a tragedy or a comedy. Sarah Palin is an advocate of 'abstinence-only' education. For those of you unaware, this means teaching students that abstinence is the only way to avoid pregnancy and not teaching them about other forms of birth control. Our play already has dramatic irony, in that Bristol Palin has proven that teens who are taught to abstain from sex will have sex anyway. And, our play may also have a happy ending, as Sarah Palin has announced that Bristol plans to keep the baby and marry the child's father. This upholds strong family morals (despite one small indiscretion), though given the media attention thrust upon her by her mother's political campaigning, it's rather tragic that Bristol and her boyfriend seem to have no real choice in the matter. But this brings about more irony, as 'choice' was never something that Republicans have been fond of.

I cannot tell the outcome of this play at this date. I suppose we shall have to wait until November to see. But, luckily for those of you who can't wait, there is a musical on Broadway that might satiate your need for closure on this matter. Spring Awakening is a show that deals with a teenage girl who finds herself unexpectedly pregnant after the adults in her life refuse to give her the necessary information about the facts of life... but I won't spoil the ending for those who haven't seen it.

Edit: Okay, now it has to get blatantly political. In re-reading this entry, I realize that it can come across as mean-spirited, which was not my intent. I feel for Bristol Palin, especially given the sudden media attention she's getting during what is, no doubt, a trying time for her. This entry was in no way intended to be an attack on her or her privacy. And I most certainly do not wish on her the fate of the character of Wendla from Spring Awakening. In light of recent developments, I wish to state that I agree with Senator Barack Obama that families of the candidates should be off-limits politically. However, I regard this event and how the GOP has spun it as a result of Sarah Palin's politics, and those are under scrutiny at the moment.

Second edit: Now, several months, several SNL sketches and one election after the Palin debacle, we have a new president in office and his VP is not Sarah Palin. This was written very early in the campaign, just after Senator John McCain chose Palin as his running mate, when it seemed that everyone was looking for some way to nail this inexperienced pageant princess. She very quickly proved to us that we did not need to turn to teen pregnancies to find faults in her campaign. She did that all on her own. If this post weren't so darn clever (if I do say so myself) I'd just delete it.

Five Flights on the Fringe

Not a review, just a plug.

It has come to my attention that the fantastic NYC based Five Flights Theater Company is performing at the Woodstock Fringe Festival through August 30. They will be performing both of their original works, You Are Cordially Invited to the Wedding of Andrew Pepperidge and Allison Short and their staple Don't Step on the Cracks. If you did not get a chance to see either of these shows in their New York runs and are looking for an end-of-summer getaway (possibly to upstate NY?) I urge you to check out the work that these exciting and inspiring artists are doing.

For more information, go to www.woodstockfringe.org or www.fiveflightstheatercompany.org.

Cutting 'Edge' at the Cherry Lane Theatre

Those of us who were in high school on September 11, 2001, remember what it was like to have a wrench thrown into our teenage years. We also remember what it was like to try to have a ‘normal’ high school experience through the code-red drills the rest of our adolescence.

The characters in Edgewise, a new play at the Cherry Lane theatre, do not remember when the world turned upside-down. They have been living through war, panic and air strikes their entire lives. For them, it’s just the world. The play, written by Eliza Clark, takes place in the near future and its characters—high school seniors in the play—are probably in seventh or eighth grade right now.

Marco (Justin Levine), Ruckus (David Gelles-Hurwitz) and Emma (Jessica Howell) all work at Doogle, a hamburger chain. Ruckus has just become manager—because his father is the owner. Marco arrives early, but falls asleep on the job. Emma arrives to find that nothing’s been done. Just an ordinary day in war-ridden New Jersey. That is, until an unidentified stranger in army boots covered in dirt and blood stumbles in and collapses. (We will later learn that this man—played by Jedadiah Schultz—is named Louis.)

So, what to do now? This is the question that playwright Eliza Clark poses to her audience. In war times who can you trust? How can you tell who is the enemy and who is not—especially when the radio just said two soldiers of the enemy are on the loose?

The play offers many different perspectives about war. Ruckus can’t wait to join up. Marco lost his father to a group of traitors. Emma’s mother has just been called up. Louis has seen more than he can bear. And more than that—Louis remembers the way things used to be. All of these stakes and emotions are guided skillfully by director Lila Neugebauer. The staging is daring, often giving us actors’ backs—a Grade A No-No that Neugebauer utilizes with grace and power.

The performances carry great weight and energy in the three protagonists who are diverse characters with a feeling of unified ensemble. Shultz brings the necessary gravity to the piece in his role as an older and wiser soldier who brings not only years, but real life experience. A surprising comic turn comes about half way through with the entrance of Eric Gilde as a seemingly innocent customer. The necessary relief of tension lasts only long enough for us to catch our breath before the action starts up again.

There are a few flaws, I’m sorry to say. They are minor in the grand scheme, but glaring in comparison to the excellence of the rest of the play. Far too often characters would disappear—frequently to the bathroom—for extended periods of time, allowing for expository one-on-one scenes for those still in view. Not a terrible convention if they weren’t gone so long. Too frequently the absences would be longer than one would assume they ought to be, convenient for them and for those still onstage, but odd, especially given the circumstances. The second comes in a specific moment when Emma, just after closely escaping a pair of scissors in her throat, offers her attacker an Advil. The exchange has no clear dramatic purpose and makes the audience wonder just how nice a person can actually be.

Still, the point of the play is vibrantly clear in this energetic and powerful production. Clark gives us a world that is much like our own. The daily lives of these teens are much like every day life now. But the climate is tense. She reminds us that life in a police state is not normal, even for people who grew up with it.

It is not the first play to discuss where we are in danger of heading if we’re not careful. The genius of the play lies in the constant reminder of war’s affect on civilian life. The main cast is comprised of a generation of kids who only know war. Perhaps not quite what Senator McCain had in mind when he proposed that we stay in Iraq for a hundred years.


For more information on Edgewise, go to www.CherryLaneTheatre.org.

Good Fortune Comes in Many Guises

This past Sunday evening's performance of Minnie's Boys, the first show in The York Theatre Company's summer line-up of Musicals in Mufti, was postponed nearly forty minutes while we waited for the fire-department to save the people trapped in the elevator. Those of us sitting in our seats during those forty minutes, anticipating the final concert performance of this Larry Grossman/Hal Hackady musical starring Pamela "Another Hundred People" Meyers, certainly thought ourselves fortunate not to be the ones stuck in the elevator. But not necessarily for reasons one might assume.

It can't be much fun being stuck in an elevator, and I hope never to find myself in that predicament. But the folks at The York know how to take what could have been an annoyance for those of us sitting and waiting and turn it into a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

When, at about ten minutes after the intended curtain, player Jim Walton (Broadway's original Franklin Shepard, Inc. in Stephen Sondheim and George Furth's Merrily We Roll Along) bounded across the stage and sat at the piano, I was confused. Frequent York actor and musical director Matt Castle (most recently of another Sondheim/Furth collaboration, the John Doyle revival of Company) was to be the MD for this performance, no? Perhaps this was a fun gimmicky thing to--finally--start the show?

Then Producing Artistic Director James Morgan anounced news of the elevator crisis and told us that in the interim, Jim Walton would be taking requests. He began with what I can only describe as an intentionally dubious and utterly hilarious rendition of "The Man on the Flying Trapeze." He then asked for requests. As I sat in my seat wondering if I should ask for the Kander and Ebb song "Sara Lee" that he sang in And the World Goes 'Round, someone else beat me to it. We all got to join in for the chorus, as well as sing-along renditions of "On the Sunny Side of the Street" and "Ain't Misbehavin'" (as per my father's request for some Fats Waller, which resulted first in a delightful Jim Walton original melody set to the lyric "Fats Waller"). The real highlight for me was when he began the opening vamp from "Good Thing Going," a favorite from the ill-fated Merrily We Roll Along, and almost directly segued into my personal favorite, "Not a Day Goes By." The performance was peppered with anecdotes about the original production, including a story about Lonny Price whispering "There are actually people in the balcony!" at the top of the second act during a preview performance. He was not joined by any of his fellow Minnie's Boys castmates, but they seemed to enjoy heckling him from the wings.

Then the heroes of the evening came in. No, not the firemen, the brave people who took one for the team in that elevator so the rest of us could listen to the glorious Jim Walton. They received a huge round of entrance applause--almost as much as Pamela Meyers received upon her entrance.

After the show--which was wonderful--I asked Jim Walton if he does birthday parties. He said, "No, but I can." Just something to keep in mind if you have a birthday coming up!


Edit: I've just learned from Jim Morgan at tonight's Mufti performance of Goodtime Charley that there is a video of the heroes themselves in the elevator, and it's been posted on YouTube. So, here it is, folks:

Not Quite a Month, but Three Hours

I generally make it a point not to review the mainstage shows at Marymount Manhattan College. Too many politics attached. Too many professors involved. But when one comes along that makes an impression on me the way A Month in the Country did, I have to sing its praises. That’s what this website is for, after all!

The proper place to start is probably the play itself, by Ivan Turgenev in a translation by Brian Friel. It’s a three-hour Russian piece labeled as a “comedy.” As we all may be well-aware, those Russians have a funny definition of the word “comedy,” but let that rest. The last time MMC saw a three-hour Russian comedy it was the raucous Inspector General two years ago. Inspector received a mixed reaction from the students and faculty, though I’m probably not the best person to comment on the quality of the show, as I worked on the production. A woman sitting outside the theatre asked me before we went in if I thought A Month in the Country would be anything like The Inspector General. No matter anyone’s opinion of one or the other, the answer to that is decidedly: no. A Month in the Country could be closer compared to a Neil Simon family drama. The play deals with Natalya Petrovna (Stephanie Card) who is torn between the man she loves, old friend Michel Rakitin (William Farrell), and the man she lusts after, her son’s tutor Aleksey Balyayev (Nicholas Vorderman), and keep it all a secret from her husband Arkady (Taylor Miller). The complication begins—haha—when it seems there is a potential rival for Aleksey’s affections: Natalya’s 17-year-old ward Vera (Melissa Benoist). All eyes are on Natalya as she navigates between the men in her life while keeping her own eye on Vera.

But, to the production. Rob Dutiel’s stained-glass window set suggests that the family within the house is as fragile as the glass surrounding them, even the powerhouse Natalya, who may not be as strong as she seems. Kyle McGahan’s lighting perfectly compliments Dutiel’s sets, while adding to the atmosphere of the Russian countryside. Kirche Leigh Zeile’s costumes, while not what any of us would wear during the summertime, perfectly evoke the lightness of a depressing Russian comedy. And, to top it off, the fluid staging of the actors by director Lisa Rothe makes this production one of the best I’ve seen on Marymount Manhattan College’s stage.

There are those of us who have followed Stephanie Card’s performances since freshman year, and I’m sure those who have been following even longer. Still, how could anyone be prepared for the whirlwind performance she gave when Hurricane Natalya swept in? Card’s Natalya could give The Graduate’s Mrs. Robinson a run for her money in a role portrayed on the professional stage by the likes of Helen Mirren and Harriet Harris. She gives us a woman who will sever any and all ties to get what she wants in the moment, which of course will leave her with very little in the end, and we follow every step and hang on every word. She is a force to be reckoned with and, eventually, the cause of her own downfall. (I told you those Russians had weird ideas concerning “comedy.”)

Of the many people who share the stage—which Card rarely leaves—three stand out the most, both in terms of their relationship to Natalya, and their ability to hold their own against her. William Farrell has been seen many times on the Marymount stage in both mainstage and student directed productions. It would seem almost as if all of his training and experience thus far has lead him directly to this production in which he must stand up to the force of nature which is Card’s Natalya. Playing the rival for Natalya’s affections, Nick Vorderman offers a delightfully double-handed performance as Aleksey Balyayev—at ease with the young Vera, and uncomfortable around the brazen Natalya. His shift in the second act is a twist in the plot, but a natural progression from whence he came.

Still, the break-out performance of the year would have to be Melissa Benoist, a freshman at MMC, as the 17-year-old Vera, who gives us a genuinely touching scene opposite Ms. Card in the first act, and a triumphantly defiant scene in the second. Her shift from youthful curiosity to cynical maturity, keeping in mind that this is within the span of a month, is heartbreaking. (Remember about those Russians and the word “comedy”?)

There are some characters on hand to remind us that through all of the bleak Russian pathos, this is still a comedy. This mainly comes from Chip Rodgers as the malapropping German tutor Herr Shaaf, Seth James as the quack doctor Shpigelsky, and Tyler Neale as the Russian 40-year-old Virgin Bolshintsov.

The rest of the cast does an admirable job, with surprising dramatic turns from two otherwise comical characters in the second act. Taylor Miller as Arkady, the bumbling husband of Natalya, comes out with great sympathy in a lovely scene opposite Antoinette Henry playing his mother, a woman who’s never afraid to speak her mind. This may be the only scene in the play where no one is lying or manipulating, and the two actors play it with heartfelt sincerity.

And even though it seems like just about everyone loses out by the end of A Month in the Country, the final moment gives us Tyler Neale with a triumphant yet ridiculous grin, reminding us that we are supposed to laugh at the events of the evening. It’s a comedy.

A Month in the Country is no longer running.