Asymmetric: Black Ops Warfare


Kevin Bergen and Kim Carson 
Asymmetric 
Photo credit: New City Stage

I prefer some distance between my country and the Corleones.— Josh


Asymmetric in World Premiere by New City Stage Company isn’t really concerned with global implications and resonances (a là InterAct Theatre, for instance). At first it may look like it, but it’s not that kind of thing. Although not a comedy, it’s drily humorous, a tidy little construct — driving, earnest, and tricky.  

Russ Widdall, co-artistic director and actor, makes his directorial debut with this world premiere. His choices as a first-time director reflect his acting experience, wisely favoring the actor’s performance over other concerns. 

Ross Beschler plays section chief, Zack, very broadly. He is almost unrecognizable as the same man who played the dark, mysterious local miller in Knives in Hens at Exile in February. Speaking of going through changes, when I last saw Kim Carson it was in Little Women, the Musical at BRT last summer. Quite a switch from gentle Beth March to Sunny Black, dangerous black ops agent. 

This was my introduction to Eric Rolland‘s acting, and I certainly hope to see more of his work on stage. His characterization of Ford, the persuasion specialist, is accomplished with consummate gangster composure. I last saw lead actor Kevin Bergen in January, as a bright light in Microcrisis at InterAct (See CU review). Here inAsymmetric his weary, relaxed approach to Josh the reluctant operative is exactly right. 

For the full review go to http://www.curtainup.com/asymmetric.html



Asymmetric 
by Mac Rogers 
Directed by Russ Widdall  
Cast: Kevin Bergen, Ross Beschler, Eric Rolland, Kim Carson 
Scenic Design: S. Cory Palmer 
Lighting Design: Matt Sharp 
Costume and properties Design: Amy Chmielewski 
Sound Design: Ren Manley 
Fight Choreographer: Dan Olmstead 
May 17 to June 10, 2012 
80 minutes 

New City Stage Company, 2nd Stage at The Adrienne, 2030 Sansom Street 

Reviewed by Kathryn Osenlund for CurtainUp.com

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Fallen Fruit at Smart Museum (Taken with Instagram at University of Chicago Smart Museum of Art)

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Fallen Fruit at Smart Museum (Taken with Instagram at University of Chicago Smart Museum of Art)

HamletMachine and Medea Plays on stage now in Phila

The Renegade Company presents an impressive production of Hamlet-Machine and Medea Plays.

Heiner Müller’s 1977 anti-regime poetics-mashup frees Hamlet and Medea from their traditional moorings and places them in service to the GDR resistance. Sounds tedious and doctrinaire? Well it’s not.

 Inspired director Michael Durkin and four excellent, disciplined actors bring fresh theatricality to the provocative work— integrating imaginative physicality, embedded lighting, and on-site recordings into what is essentially two monologues.

 Hamlet-Machine and Medea Plays, a non-linear experiment in its day, now retro, is experimental still, and as fresh as today’s fringe. 

At Underground Arts (Wolf Building) 12th & Callowhill St., Philadelphia until May 5.  www.therenegadecompany.weebly.com

 

Capsule Review by Kathryn Osenlund, CurtainUp writer on bus man’s holiday. 

Temporarily Taking Over for the New York Times Magazine Ethicist

vanityfair:

A neighbor and friend recently disposed of a human body in our building’s recycling bin. Whom do I have an obligation to alert first: the police (on the suspicion of murder) or the co-op board (on the suspicion of attempting to recycle a non-recyclable material)?

Thanks,
Confounded by Columbus Circle


Dear Confounded,

The maintenance of your building is the responsibility of every tenant—even murdered ones. Hope this has been helpful.

Best,
The Interim Ethicist

In Philadelphia, Exile nails A Behanding in Spokane

Pearce Bunting and Matt Pfeiffer
(Photo credit: Paola Nogueras)

If Martin McDonagh’s expansive, riotous and dire The Lieutenant of Inishmore (Exile, 02/11) is a symphonic work, then his Behanding, a diminutive story that takes place in a mundane hotel room, is a chamber piece.

After a killer opening scene, an amazing amount of offensive, desperate, comical, and kind of sweet stuff crams into 90 minutes. Ridiculous piles on ridiculous, as apologies for political incorrectness follow blatant racist remarks and slurs on the mentally challenged. Glimpses of thin layers of larger implications and psychological underpinnings are paired with outrageousness. It gives one pause: It’s damn funny, but is it OK to laugh?

If you like things nice and normal, stay home. But, to borrow a line from Billy Joel, if it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for, then Martin McDonagh’s your man and Exile’s your theater.

For complete review see http://www.curtainup.com/behandingphila.html

Directed by Joe Canuso, Theatre Exile Producing Artistic Director
Set Design Meghan Jones; Costume Design: Rosemarie McKelvey; Lighting Design: Thom Weaver
Sound Design: Michael Kiley; Stump Master: Waldo Warshaw 

Theatre Exile at Christ Church Neighborhood House, 20 N. American St. Philadelphia, PA
April 19- May 13, 2012 www.theatreexile.org

Reviewed by Kathryn Osenlund for CurtainUp.com.

Nothin’ folks like better than a juicy story

Akeem Davis and Cathy Simpson in Slip/Shot. PHOTO: Johanna Austin.

Jacqueline Goldfinger’s Slip/Shot is attracting attention in its World Premiere by Flashpoint Theatre Company. The inciting incident sounds strikingly similar to the Trayvon Martin/ Zimmerman tragedy: A young black man is shot dead by a white man in a security-related position.

But it’s a surface resemblance, and the circumstances of the play tell a different story.
http://www.curtainup.com/slipshotphila.html

INFO:
Directed by Rebecca Wright
Cast: Akeem Davis, Erik Endsley, Keith Conallen, Taysha Canales, Kevin Meehan, Rachel Camp, Cathy Simpson
Set Design: Caitlin Lainoff
Sound Design: Larry Fowler
Costume Design: Alisa Sickora Kleckner
Lighting Design: Thom Weaver
90 minutes. Flashpoint Theatre Company at the Second Stage at the Adrienne, Philadelphia.    April 11-May 5, 2012

Reviewed by Kathryn Osenlund for CurtainUp.com

Stylish and Temperamental

The Philadelphia Premiere of Jon Marans’s The Temperamentals by Mauckingbird Theatre Company is attracting an audience at the Adrienne.

A history lesson wraps around the compelling story of a love affair: Back in the day in 50s L.A., as the covert Mattachine Society, a homosexual rights group, sought a way to out itself, a cause célèbre fell into their laps. Thus began the birth throes of gay activism.

Tightly pulled together, the docudrama-esque piece carries no excess as it wends its way through meaningful and tentative relationships enhanced by small, evocative tableaux. Harry Hay and Rudi Gernreich’s secret love affair is backgrounded by a political landscape that includes HUAC and the Red Menace.

In Mauckingbird’s production, the action transpires in a fairly narrow performance area flanked by two-sided audience seating. A few chairs and two lightly raised platforms comprise the set. Peter Reynolds and Brandon McShaffrey co-direct with appealing formality and precision. Their stylish direction, enhanced by particularized lighting, suits the screenplay-feel. And well integrated incidental songs and fragments of music —a hallmark of a Marans play— contribute much to the mood. Generally it’s a low key performance and the small cast is solid. John Jarboe makes a fetching Rudi. Matt Tallman plays the different sides of ‘temperamental’ Harry Hay very reasonably, but more outsize evidence in the script of Hill’s vaunted “Titanic” side would help to explain his impact.

This is a gay theater company, and some might expect a cute camp approach, but Mauckingbird doesn’t go that route. The company has a sense of humor but at heart they’re all about serious theater and building community. At the Skybox at the Adrienne, 2030 Sansom St. http://www.mauckingbird.org. Through April 29.

Capsule review by Kathryn Osenlund for http://www.curtainup.com/philadelphia.html

For reviews of The Temperamentals NYC openings at The Barrow Group (’09) and New World Stages See CU’s Master Index of Reviews.

Curse of the Starving Class at Wilma Theater in Philadelphia

 

Low-cost housing encroaches and a desperate family lives perilously among predatory sleazeballs. Even as they lament the taming of the West by developers who build houses with inauthentic “zombie architecture,” family members secretly plan to sell their property out from under each other. Playwright Sam Shepard, a flipside Frederick Jackson Turner for the down and outers, is obsessed with the collision of reality with the West of the American Dream.

Curse of the Starving Class is the first play in Shepard’s family trilogy, which continues with Buried Child and culminates in the magnificent True West. Sins of fathers visited on sons is made manifest in Curse as the son dons his father’s skuzzy discarded clothes. The family runs out of luck they never had, and their dearest hopes for escape are doomed before the play even begins.

In some star-crossed trajectory under the big Western sky, Curse of the Starving Class intersects with Lonely Are the Brave (Dir. David Miller, 1962) where lone cowboy Kirk Douglas and his horse meet up with a truck carrying toilets for a housing development.

Staging time-fuzzy illogic mixed with tragedy and grotesque humor presents quite a challenge. Richard Hamburger, who directs this Wilma production, says in the program that he loves “the way it diffuses tragedy with vivid imagery… no matter how far out it appears to be, it has a pulsating heart at its core. ” Keeping the heart of it in his sights, he has turned out a superlative production. The cast dazzles, anchored by brilliant Bruce McKenzie as the bummed out father, Weston, who has hocked his family’s future.

David Mamet is credited with saying, “If there’s an actor on stage with a cat, who are you going to watch, the actor or the cat? You’re going to watch the cat…” This goes double for farm animals. An adorable sacrificial lamb is a tough co-star. But Nate Miller and Keira Keeley as the son and daughter, and Lori Holt as the wife deal handily, as do excellent local actors in supporting roles.

The floor under their feet is literally askew. It tilts to stage right, keeping already unstable characters off kilter. Matt Saunders’s kitchen set stretches out across the Wilma’s overly broad stage, reflecting the play’s union of realistic, mythic, and absurd. Kitchen sink realism buts up against symbolism: The stove works and water runs from the sink’s faucet. The refrigerator, however, not just an appliance, but a totemic object, provides a beam of light and stealthily connotes the family’s howling needs— and their need is not for food. Upstage, on an expanse of desert terrain, a billboard advertises real estate.

As in the other plays in the trilogy, this wacked-out family clings to improbable hope. The past and the land weigh heavily. The dream is over, but the dreamers are still there, and the dreamers are crazy. Shepard’s American West-besotted plays accrue mythological resonance. Many theaters tackle them, but it’s not so easy to pull off. The Wilma Theater, with its first production of a Sam Shepard play, has come up with something special.

Cast: David Blatt, Keith Conallen, Sam Henderson, Lori Holt, Keira Keeley, Bruce McKenzie, Nate Miller Peter Schmitz, Ed Swidey
Set Design Matt Saunders
Costume Design: Kaye Voyce
Lighting Design: Steven Strawbridge
Sound Design: Christopher Colucci

Wilma Theater, South Broad Street, Philadelphia,    March 07- April 08, 2012

Lori Holt and Bruce McKenzie (Photo credit: Wilma Theater)

Reviewed by Kathryn Osenlund for Curtainup.com

(Source: curtainup.com)

Daisey vs Apple Revisited: New Info and Controversy

What I do is not journalism. The tools of the theater are not the same as the tools of journalism.” Mike Daisey

“He may have been on the side of the angels in seeking to rouse interest in human-rights abuses in Chinese factories, twisting the facts in the service of a larger truth. But theater that aims to shape public opinion by exposing the world’s inequities has no less an obligation than journalism to construct its larger truths only from an accumulation of smaller ones. “ Charles Isherwood, New York Times 18 Mar 2012

This is my review of the show in question at the Public Theater on Feb 25

The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs is a well-known documentary without a camera. What guys like Michael Moore do, Mike Daisey does by spinning words.  He takes on Apple because as an industry leader it tolerates and turns a blind eye to abominable work conditions in factories in Shenzhen, China, where Apple products and other personal electronics are made by hand.  I had heard part of his story on NPR’s This American Life, and looked forward to seeing the performance at the Public Theater when next in NYC.

It is an impressive monologue, but I wanted to poke air holes in the tissue of the recitation. Daisey’s well lived-in, excellent narrative may be heart-felt and craftily constructed, but it’s rote, and its impermeability forms a 4th wall between the storyteller and the rest of us. Without more real accessibility the show is just as effective on radio.  However, as he takes us through his experiences and discoveries and we see how what he learns changes the way he thinks, he re-shapes our own way of understanding Apple’s and other companies’ fine consumer electronics.  As he puts it, he’s “rewriting our code.”

This serious tale of inhumane labor practices is laced with plummy turns of phrase. Detours such as the easy evisceration of tedious Powerpoint along the way, and of a once popular device that was “made of legos and bullshit,” make for an entertaining ride. Mike Daisey’s storyteller’s heart is on his sleeve and through his theater-based lecture circuit he may well realize his aim to be the catalyst to effect change in the lives of thousands of people.

Sat, Feb 25 performance at The Public Theater

Theatrendorphin

Kathryn Osenlund

Romeo and Juliet: Feud for Thought

Nicole Erb and Sean Lally (Photo credit: Mark Garvin)

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My only love, sprung from my only hate! — Juliet

You may ask, “Do we need yet another production of Romeo and Juliet?” The answer is yes we do. This is the Lantern. Next question?

The Lantern Theater Company faithfully includes a Shakespeare play in their season line up. In the last ten years they’ve turned out a string of acclaimed productions which have made the Lantern the prime destination for Shakespeare in this town: A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Henry IV Part I, Hamlet, Othello, The Taming of the Shrew, Richard III, Much Ado, The Comedy of Errors, and The Tempest. Nothing is rote or textbookish or static.

In Romeo and Juliet they work the details as if an HD camera were coming in for close ups. Director Charles McMahon’s approach keeps it physical and true, while he examines the interplay of the young and the old, accent on the young. Many students in the audience this evening related, and heartily voiced their approval at each hint of winking sexual innuendo.

Radiant and dewy, Nicole Erb’s normal-teenage-girl Juliet speaks with unfussy clarity. Sean Lally’s endearingly boyish Romeo borders on slacker rock-star and doesn’t produce the enunciation usually encountered in a Shakespeare play. Yet it works at guy level.

Jake Blouch’s bold Tybalt swashbuckles and Kevin Meehan’s Benvolio delights. Charlie DelMarcelle’s notable take on complicated Mercutio is witty yet sterner than the usual course. KO DelMarcelle’s appropriately youthful Lady Capulet is a study in subtlety and restrained reaction. Leonard Haas as Capulet is perfectly capable of negotiating the hairpin turn from kindly to unreasonable. The presence of Frank X and Ceal Phelan in the cast is comforting, two mighty actors who are beloved of audiences. Phelan’s Nurse, a bundle of misguided energy, chatters on, aiding and abetting, trying to be helpful. And when the well-meaning Friar Lawrence bungles things, chickens out and fails to stand by Juliet, Frank X shows his pain.

The Lantern’s approach to presentation and their unusually nuanced acting compel the story to life. However, the choice of working with a minimal cast incurs a rash of doubling, which can be both a blessing and a curse. It works with the Mercutio/Prince combo, and adds a frisson as the Prince is handed Mercutio’s bloody shirt. But doubling is not always as felicitous. Casting the distinctive red-haired Blouch as Tybalt and Paris and a servant can momentarily confuse and strain the boundaries of belief. Ceal Phelan as Montague doesn’t sit quite right in an otherwise gender-consistent ensemble. A price is exacted for such a sparing use of actors. R&J is nothing if not a family thing, yet this thrifty approach does not allow even a brief glimpse of Romeo’s mom, Lady Montague. And the bare bones Capulet party, radically thin on festivity, wants more revelers as Romeo is felled by his first sighting of Juliet.

McMahon, an excellent editor, can well intuit what to keep of the text and what to let go. I trust his instinct as he replaces Shakespeare’s first scene (in the text the warring houses’ servants trade delightful and bawdy puns) with cut-to–the-chase action, full of scuffles and knavery. And the dangerous duels under Alex Cordero’s fight direction are no tame creations. But at one point the show could use another moment of inspired loosened interpretation. Case in point: The balcony scene feels more uncomfortable than romantic as Romeo, standing on the ground, reaches up to the balcony and repeatedly pulls Juliet’s arm downward. I imagine more than one audience member wants him to let go of the over-stretched arm, go ahead and bound up onto the balcony, and kiss the girl.

The production is marked at times by curious choices; for instance, Juliet’s critical potion-taking scene is handled as a throwaway, making-do with her sitting on the side of the stairs for lack of a bed. Scenic designer Meghan Jones, who manufactured space out of nothing at all in the recent Lantern production of Private Lives, surely could have produced a bedroom for Juliet in this lovely little set.

At the end McMahon wisely hews to the contemporary line on the question of what to do with Paris. Although Shakespeare placed him right there in the crypt to form a threesome, directors often want to maintain clean focus on the young lovers and let the emotionally messy Paris entanglement fade away. Yet the famed death scene is oddly sidelined here. One might expect to see, front and center, the stark consequence of the families’ feud — a kind of young dead lovers’ Pietà. Instead the centerpiece is pushed way over to the side of the stage and onto the floor, where it’s obscured from the view of many, lending a vaguely anticlimactic quality to the close. So there are issues. But they occur in the context of the rarified air of a beautiful and finely tuned performance. The Lantern remains the go-to outfit for fresh Shakespeare.

This production is part of Shakespeare for a New Generation, a National Endowment of the Arts initiative in cooperation with Arts Midwest. The Lantern’s Romeo and Juliet is an excellent choice for attracting bright new audiences to the theater.

Romeo and Juliet
by William Shakespeare
Directed by Charles McMahon



Cast: Jake Blouch, Charlie DelMarcelle, K.O. DelMarcelle, Nicole Erb, Leonard C. Haas, Sean Lally, Kevin Meehan, Ceal Phelan, Frank X
Set Design and Production Manager: Meghan Jones
Costume Design: Mary Folino
Lighting Design: Shelley Hicklin
Composer and Sound Design: Daniel Perelstein
Fight Director: J. Alex Cordaro
March 01- April 01, 2012, Opening 03/07/12 
2 hours, 50 minutes with one 15 min intermission
Reviewed by Kathryn Osenlund for Curtainup.combased on 03/15 performance. At Lantern Theater Company, St. Stephen’s Theater, 10th and Ludlow Sts.

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