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Lines Are Drawn

Have you noticed a cultural aversion to boundaries?  It seems the very concept of boundaries, and hence the concept of “others” has taken on a verboten quality.  A very disingenuous verboten quality I may add.
Certainly the phenomenon of parent as “friend” and child as equal member of the family has been observed and critiqued.  Do parents still even have locks on their bedroom door?  Whatever boundaries existing there are pretty much invisible to the naked eye.
But what of larger more far reaching lack of boundary phenomenon?  I recently was on the bewildering end of a religion conversation.  My conversational partner insisting that lots of Jewish people celebrate Christmas, and advising me that I was being dogmatic in my view of religion.  Isn’t that the whole point of religion?  Doesn’t a great deal of religious identity depend on identifying what it is not?  Judaism is a whole lot of things, and one of them is that it is NOT celebrating Christian holidays.  Do I know of many people of Jewish origin who in attempts at either not denying their cherubs or in their own ambiguous identity have embraced Christmas?  Absolutely.  But why is it wrong or “rigid” to maintain or at least recognize, a boundary?  Haven’t we fought wars over such things?  Don’t we have an entire government based upon parties whose very existence is predicated on not being a member of the “other” party?
We are all equal as human beings, but it is dismissive and offensive to maintain that we are all the same.

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Cultural Critique

 

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Bells Are Ringing – Review

A show of hands please for those of you who are sick of me waxing poetic about Encores! at New York City Center.  You, yes you there in the back, may want to lower that hand and use it to delete this now.

Last night I attended the dress rehearsal of Bells Are Ringing, the opening show of the 18th season of Encores!  Directed and choreographed by Kathleen Marshall (The Pajama Game, Wonderful Town, etc.) this production soars.  Featuring Kelli O’Hara, Judy Kaye, Dylan Baker, and Bobby Cannavale, this staged concert version of Comden and Green and Julie Styne is the purest of incarnations.  The rather straightforward book involves an answering service receptionist, Ella (O’Hara) and her good nature meddling into the subscriber’s lives.  There is a romantic plot line as well, and a criminal sub plot.  The songs are delightful (Just In Time, The Party’s Over) and there are simply insufficient superlatives for the full orchestra.  As in all Encores! productions, the orchestra is center stage and directed by Rob Berman.  To be able to see and hear a musical overture?  Well, I am at a loss for words.
The dance numbers throughout are simply delicious.  I am not entirely sure which, if not all, of the numbers were the original Jerome Robbins and Bob Fosse creations.  Although, the Second Act number; Mu-Cha-Cha simply screamed Fosse.  The subway car number; Hello, Hello There! is brilliant in its seemingly simple execution.  It is actually quite complicated, but so well choreographed as to seem organic.  I’m not sure there is a higher standard for choreography than that.  Ms. Marshall is quite kind to Ms O’Hara, a non-dancer, the utmost respect is due for directors who actually protect their actors.
Ella is the center of the show, and it takes a very charismatic actress to pull that off.  Ms. O’Hara does so without breaking a sweat.  She is perhaps one of the best theatrical singers around today.  Acting (very well) while singing (very well) is more rare than you would think.  If there is any tiny flaw in Ms. O’Hara’s interpretation of Ella it is her own aristocratic air.  Given more rehearsal time, I’ve no doubt she could lose that entirely and embrace the more vulnerable and slightly common character of Ella.  There were two moments that proved this theory beyond a doubt.  Ms O’Hara flubbed her lines on two different occasions resulting in a glimpse of a different facade.  The first time is definitely worth specifying as the mistake was hysterical.  She instructed the struggling playwright to sit at his computer and write.  In 1956.  The audience roared, and she was vulnerable and devoid of grace for a moment.   I also think she is not particularly well served by the Judy Holliday wig.  It is hard enough to shake the image of the incomparable Ms. Holliday while watching this show.
What is so fabulous about Encores! is it proves that it is possible to produce wonderful original (note: not staged movies) musical theatre, with amazing talent (on and off stage) and without gimmicks of any sort.  There is an element of “let’s put on a show in the barn” to it, that for me, keeps hope alive.
While this was a dress and that of a concert version, the cast was 95% off book for the entire (over) two hour show.  It is a testament to the vision and artistic integrity of Encores! that such a polished production comes out of the most abbreviated of rehearsal time.  This production is so far along that it would take very little to move it to Broadway, and for all our sakes I do hope that happens.

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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The Pee-wee Herman Show – Review

Reviewing Pee-wee Herman’s Show on Broadway, is somewhat akin to reviewing Mummenschanz. Playing at the non-traditional Stephen Sondheim Theater and directed by Alex Timbers (Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson) the stage is set, if you will, for an unorthodox experience. Mr. Timbers’ hand is evident in the use of strobe lights and spotlights in the audience’s face (a leftover Bloody Bloody affectation no doubt) but he has mercilfully left the actors and script to its own device. The apron of the stage is dressed in cartoon figures that are completely unrelated to Pee-wee, as is the pre-show music and light show. But once the curtain rises? It is pure unadulterated Playhouse. This show is a modernized stage production of the very popular 1980’s television morning show, complete with a return of several of the actors. Written by and starring, Paul Reubens, the show stays very true to its roots while embracing this very different format. This show is clearly not for everyone, and those expecting homage to the Pee-wee movies of the 1990’s will be confused and disappointed. I don’t think children would enjoy this show either (I was very careful to NOT attend a matinee, so I can not attest to this firsthand.) This show is for fans of Paul Reubens’ clever, funny and incredibly creative television show. However, you will not be paying a lot of money to just have a larger version of T.V. What is remarkable about this production is the “happening” of it all. From the moment Mr. Reubens came out (in character) prior to the curtain being raised, the 1,000 member audience responded as one. For anyone who ever experience Rocky Horror at its height, this will feel familiar to you. It is an incredible sensation to scream, simultaneously with 1,000 people, at the secret word. Forgive me, it simply is. There is also something very moving about the deep love that is shown to Mr. Reubens. He is a truly gifted man who has not always been treated so kindly.

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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Lombardi – Review

There are enough gratifying aspects to Lombardi to make it 90 minutes well spent.  The (very thin) play by Eric Simonson, is based on a biography.  I don’t know enough about sport to comment on the accuracy of the football history.  (Let’s be frank, what I know of sport I learned from Damn Yankees.)  There are beautiful moments in this play that are by no means the result of Thomas Kail’s (In The Heights, Brokeology) direction.  Having now seen Lombardi and Brokeology I am left believing that Mr. Kail is adept at knowing his audience and creating a format that will appease.  What he is not necessarily skilled at is helping his actors connect resulting in a complete lack of dramatic tension.  But he does know his audience.  This production, at Circle in The Square, is filled with lighting cues, videos and sound effects.  But what a joy to see theatre in the round!  While one of the actors (Keith Knobbs) seemed to have a bubble over his head reading “pivot, pivot, pivot,” most of the actors seemed entirely comfortable in the venue.  Theatre in the round can be such a wonderful method of drawing the audience into the experience, and I do believe the format helped this production a great deal.  It is difficult to asses performances when there simply isn’t that much with which to work, but there was one clear stand-out.  Judith Light plays Vince Lombardi’s wife Marie and steals the show (I would use a football metaphor, but who are we kidding.)  Ms Light while known predominately for her soap opera and sitcom work, is a very accomplished stage actress (Wit.)  She owns the stage for every moment she is on.  She manages to do so without any cheap tricks (which would be simply disastrous in such a small venue) but by the sheer force of her embodiment of her character.  Dan Lauria plays her husband Vince, and from what people tell me, Mr. Lombardi was ferocious?  I wouldn’t know that from Mr. Lauria’s performance.  He was likable enough (which is probably not helpful for this role) but the stage is clearly not his home.  I have decided that he was saving his voice (I saw a matinee) and I have no issue with that, however, he seemed to also be relying on his voice to do all the work for him.  That can be a problem.  Even so, how wonderful to see an un-miked play!!  I was almost dizzy listening to sound actually change as actors moved!  How novel.  How wonderful.  The size and style of the theatre, and the lack of amplification was joyous enough for this reviewer, but added into the equation was the fact that the majority of the audience were first time theatre goers.  Now, this might have been the ONLY time they were to venture into a theatre, but that’s okay too.  Much has been made of the website tutorials that existed for Lombardi fans (“it is customary to applaud for performances that please you.”) but I say “hurray.”  Come to the theatre to see the football memorabilia in the lobby.  Take photos of yourselves (in football regalia) next to full size Lombardi photos.  Flip through the Playbill declaring, “I’d see the Blue Man Group in anything.”  Come one, come all.  There is a whole lot of things theatre should be (affordable, magical, etc.) but what it should never be is elitist.
The only downside to this “theatre for beginners” phenomenon was the high school class sitting behind me (who arrived 15 minutes late.)  Their behavior would have appalled you.  When the curtain calls concluded, and the house lights came up, I dear reader, had my own curtain speech to give.  Please picture if you will, my 5 foot 7 self looming over slumping sitting sullen teenagers.  Ahem.  “I’ve listened to you for 90 minutes, now you are going to listen to me.  This is not your living room, this is a theatre, and that is not YouTube it is a play.  Those are real people down there performing.  They deserve your respect and you will give it to them.”

I think I lifted some of that from Herbie’s speech to the stage manager in Witchita’s only burlesque theatre.

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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Send Me a Postcard

Or better yet, bring me back something lovely.  If it’s all the same with you, I’m going to stay home.  Don’t get me wrong, I find the very idea of travel to be romantic and intoxicating, but that is when it is just an idea.  I love the sense of newness, the unknown and limitless possibility that comes with travel.  I simply just don’t enjoy the travel.
There is nothing quite as dreamy as travel in movies though, is there?  Bette Davis’ breaking heart on the cruise ship.  Barbara Stanwyck’s belly baring dress on her cruise ship.  Even Barbra Streisand’s wilted yellow roses on Nicky’s cruise ship.  Dreamy.
And the accessories!  Do you remember that little Touch of Mink travel ensemble Miss Doris Day sported?  How about those dashing outfits The Women wore on the train to Reno?  L’amour, l’amour.
I linger over the “Holiday Packing” pages in my magazines; marveling at the adorable mini toiletries and dreamy luggage pieces.  I feel the pull of the reinvention through fashion that is suggested in all these layouts.
My bookcase groans under the weight of travel novels.   The Belly of Paris!  Paris To The Moon!  Iberia!  A Movable Feast!  You get the idea.
But yet, travel itself leaves me cold.  For all the very obvious reasons.  Air travel is now barbaric, anyway you slice it.  As I do not have a private jet at my disposal, if I want to arrive in any reasonable amount of time, I must deal with airports and airline personnel.  Oh, and pay for the privelege.  And then there are hotels.  Are they ever as comfortable and quiet as one’s own home?  Exactly how much do I have to pack to try and replicate my bedroom?  Outside of very very few hotels, hospitality is a lost art.  And I am paying for that experience.  Then there is the locale itself.  I find it exhausting to “figure out” a new place, particularly when I don’t speak the language (well.)
I know how seriously unpopular my attitude is.  I’ve received plenty of the raised eyebrow look.  I get that you might think me xenophobic or a hermit (you’d be not so far from the truth with the latter.)  The truth is I enjoy comfort.  There, I said it.  I will watch foreign movies, eat unfamiliar foods, read of far off lands, but do so from my own hometown.  But if you go, do bring me back a little something.

 
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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Travel

 

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