"Red Light in Blue Lake" on Saturday
Friday, June 29, 2007
This North Coast Weekend/This Week's Column
The Mad River Festival continues at Dell'Arte with “Red Light in Blue Lake” a late-night, adults-only cabaret this Saturday, June 30 at 10:30pm in the Carlo Theatre. The Dell'Arte Company production of Tartuffe continues and ends this weekend (last show is Sunday July 1.) My column this week in the North Coast Journal reviews this production after relating it and the theatrics of the Mad River Festival to the festival tradition and the dawn of theatre. Barry Blake reviews the show in the T-S.
If you're in the mood to see a different production of this play as well, you're in luck: there's one at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, beginning in late July. I saw a production years ago at Carnegie Mellon University that I remember for it's inventive ending. In the text, there is a sudden reversal of fortune when the representative of the government who Tartuffe believes is about to evict Orgon and his family, but instead arrests Tartuffe. The reason he gives is "We live under a prince who is an enemy of fraud, ...whose eyes penetrate into the heart..." This "prince" was Louis XIV, the King of France when Moliere wrote the play and first produced it. There was a lot of opposition by the clergy who felt portraying Tartuffe as a fake devout insulted them, and they succeeded in getting the play banned for a time. It's been inferred that by making the King the one who saves the day, Moliere was trying to counter their influence and curry favor with the final authority on whether the play could be mounted. But Louis XIV, known as the Sun King, was not named in the text. However, in the CMU production, all seems lost and Tartuffe seems about to triumph when down from the ceiling on a kind of trapeze comes the King himself, with a sort of sunburst halo around him. And it is he who condemns Tartuffe in person.
Tartuffe is famous for its title character, especially as an emblem of hypocrisy, and for the scene in which Orgon hides under a table to discover Tartuffe seducing his wife upon it, which Moliere adapted from a Commedia del Arte scene his traveling players used to do for provincial audiences. But frankly, I'm not sure how good of a play it is, as a whole. That may be partly because I have yet to hear or read a good enough translation. Maybe I'll get to see the OSF version by summer's end.
If you're in the mood to see a different production of this play as well, you're in luck: there's one at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, beginning in late July. I saw a production years ago at Carnegie Mellon University that I remember for it's inventive ending. In the text, there is a sudden reversal of fortune when the representative of the government who Tartuffe believes is about to evict Orgon and his family, but instead arrests Tartuffe. The reason he gives is "We live under a prince who is an enemy of fraud, ...whose eyes penetrate into the heart..." This "prince" was Louis XIV, the King of France when Moliere wrote the play and first produced it. There was a lot of opposition by the clergy who felt portraying Tartuffe as a fake devout insulted them, and they succeeded in getting the play banned for a time. It's been inferred that by making the King the one who saves the day, Moliere was trying to counter their influence and curry favor with the final authority on whether the play could be mounted. But Louis XIV, known as the Sun King, was not named in the text. However, in the CMU production, all seems lost and Tartuffe seems about to triumph when down from the ceiling on a kind of trapeze comes the King himself, with a sort of sunburst halo around him. And it is he who condemns Tartuffe in person.
Tartuffe is famous for its title character, especially as an emblem of hypocrisy, and for the scene in which Orgon hides under a table to discover Tartuffe seducing his wife upon it, which Moliere adapted from a Commedia del Arte scene his traveling players used to do for provincial audiences. But frankly, I'm not sure how good of a play it is, as a whole. That may be partly because I have yet to hear or read a good enough translation. Maybe I'll get to see the OSF version by summer's end.
Quoth
"What is the attraction to theatre, to the costume trunk, to make-believe with false faces and greasepaint kits in front of the mirror? Is the point to escape the form I have been put in and by magic disclose the image in the heart?"
James Hillman
The Soul's Code
James Hillman
The Soul's Code
Thursday, June 21, 2007
This North Coast Weekend
From Dell'Arte's Tartuffe at
Marin Theatre indoors. Using
the same set and players, a
slightly different production
kicks off the Mad River Festival
outdoors in Blue Lake.
This North Coast Weekend
The Dell'Arte production of Moliere's Tartuffe opens this year's Mad River Festival in Blue Lake. It premieres tonight (Thursday June 21) outdoors at the Rooney Amphitheatre. Bring a blanket. I previewed the show in my NC Journal column last week. A more extensive rah rah preview of the festival by Meghan Vogel is here and here at the T-S today.
Over in the ER, dance performances are highlighted, including two tonight: Virginia Niekrasz-Laurent’s The Dancers Studio presents “Showcase 2007" (also Friday and Saturday), and Jane Morgan’s Studio of Dance Arts presents their “Dance Festival 2007,” on the occasion of their 25th anniversary.
Kiss Me, Kate Kontinues at NCRT in Eureka.
Meanwhile, Jeff DeMark will be performing for his hometown folks in Racine, Wisconsin for the first time, this Saturday. Send him your good vibes.
Over in the ER, dance performances are highlighted, including two tonight: Virginia Niekrasz-Laurent’s The Dancers Studio presents “Showcase 2007" (also Friday and Saturday), and Jane Morgan’s Studio of Dance Arts presents their “Dance Festival 2007,” on the occasion of their 25th anniversary.
Kiss Me, Kate Kontinues at NCRT in Eureka.
Meanwhile, Jeff DeMark will be performing for his hometown folks in Racine, Wisconsin for the first time, this Saturday. Send him your good vibes.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Here and Everywhere
Sam Shepard, author of A Lie of the Mind, to be produced
by the North Coast's Sanctuary Stage, and Curse of
the Starving Class, by ACT San Francisco, both next season.
Photo courtesy ACT.
Here and Everywhere
Here on the North Coast, Sanctuary Stage has announced an ambitious upcoming season, which includes a 24 hour ten-minute play competition, Sam Shepard's A Lie of the Mind and their second Samuel Beckett Tribute. Right now, they're auditioning " Actors, Musicians, Dancers, Jugglers(Circus Artists)" on this coming Saturday, June 23 at 11 AM. Auditions will be held at the Eureka Theater 612 "F" Street. Additional information at http://www.sanctuarystage.com/ or call 786-9151.
The American Conservatory Theater (ACT) is coming to the end of celebrating its 40th year in San Francisco. It actually started in Pittsburgh in a theatre I know well (although I was away at college at the time.) ACT has also announced its upcoming season, which includes a different Sam Shepard play (Curse of the Starving Class, which I saw early in its life at the Public Theatre in New York), David Mamet's Speed the Plow, Gogol's The Government Inspector (directed by Carey Perloff, who is also doing John Ford's 'Tis A Pity She's a Whore), and Athol Fugard's Blood Knot.
The UK is buzzing about Ian McKellen's King Lear, in rep with Chekhov's The Seagull, also starring McKellen. They started in Stratford and will transfer to London in the fall. It occurs that there isn't a strong contemporary movie version of Lear out there (though Patrick Stewart told the story without Shakespeare's words in his transplanted TV movie, King of Texas). McKellen successfully took his Richard III to the big screen. From the reviews it sounds as if this is a lavish production, so...maybe?
Finally, Elizabeth Fuller (who responds to my post on Dream Houses in the comments) sent along a link to the New York Times review of Behind the Lid, a production by the performance artist Lee Nagrin, who died on June 7 at age 78. She was (Ben Brantley writes)" a staple of downtown Bohemia for more than half a century, belonged to a tribe now all but extinct in Manhattan, for whom theater was truly a religion, a means of pursuing the ineffable." His review ends:
The visual effects — from that simulated atomic blast to the apparition of a giant talking totem pole — are riveting throughout, psyche- roiling combinations of a childlike primitivism and an uberartisan’s sophistication. Similarly, the entire enterprise can seem silly, frightening, pretentious, sincere and magnificent, all at the same time.
Rather like the great experiment that was avant-garde theater in New York for the second half of the 20th century. “Behind the Lid” is an evocation not only of Ms. Nagrin but also of an entire theatrical subculture that now has only a flickering existence.
In a prologue, Ms. Nagrin’s voice speaks of the artist as a “pearl diver” descending into “the depths of the past” and transforming what she finds there into something beyond time. With Mr. Twist’s loving assistance, she is plumbing those depths again.
The American Conservatory Theater (ACT) is coming to the end of celebrating its 40th year in San Francisco. It actually started in Pittsburgh in a theatre I know well (although I was away at college at the time.) ACT has also announced its upcoming season, which includes a different Sam Shepard play (Curse of the Starving Class, which I saw early in its life at the Public Theatre in New York), David Mamet's Speed the Plow, Gogol's The Government Inspector (directed by Carey Perloff, who is also doing John Ford's 'Tis A Pity She's a Whore), and Athol Fugard's Blood Knot.
The UK is buzzing about Ian McKellen's King Lear, in rep with Chekhov's The Seagull, also starring McKellen. They started in Stratford and will transfer to London in the fall. It occurs that there isn't a strong contemporary movie version of Lear out there (though Patrick Stewart told the story without Shakespeare's words in his transplanted TV movie, King of Texas). McKellen successfully took his Richard III to the big screen. From the reviews it sounds as if this is a lavish production, so...maybe?
Finally, Elizabeth Fuller (who responds to my post on Dream Houses in the comments) sent along a link to the New York Times review of Behind the Lid, a production by the performance artist Lee Nagrin, who died on June 7 at age 78. She was (Ben Brantley writes)" a staple of downtown Bohemia for more than half a century, belonged to a tribe now all but extinct in Manhattan, for whom theater was truly a religion, a means of pursuing the ineffable." His review ends:
The visual effects — from that simulated atomic blast to the apparition of a giant talking totem pole — are riveting throughout, psyche- roiling combinations of a childlike primitivism and an uberartisan’s sophistication. Similarly, the entire enterprise can seem silly, frightening, pretentious, sincere and magnificent, all at the same time.
Rather like the great experiment that was avant-garde theater in New York for the second half of the 20th century. “Behind the Lid” is an evocation not only of Ms. Nagrin but also of an entire theatrical subculture that now has only a flickering existence.
In a prologue, Ms. Nagrin’s voice speaks of the artist as a “pearl diver” descending into “the depths of the past” and transforming what she finds there into something beyond time. With Mr. Twist’s loving assistance, she is plumbing those depths again.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
August Wilson's Last Requiem
What could be more audacious for a self-educated African American from the Hill District in Pittsburgh, already approaching middle age, than to announce shortly after his first surprising stage success that he intended to write ten plays, one for each decade of the African American experience in the 20th century? August Wilson did, and then, he did it.
Radio Golf, his last play in this cycle--completely unique in American theatre--was finished shortly before his relatively sudden and certainly much too early death almost two years ago. As usual with his plays, it made its way slowly to Broadway, where it was nominated for the Best Play Tony. And now Playbill announces that it is closing (although the article doesn't say exactly when.)
I've read the script of Radio Golf as published last year in American Theatre magazine, and found it very accessible, very funny and more tightly and traditionally structured than his previous plays. In his last interviews he suggested his next play, liberated from this cycle's responsibility, would go even further into comedy, and perhaps farce.
Radio Golf is the last in the cycle chronologically, set in the 1997. Gem of the Ocean, set in 1904, is the first of the cycle, and is now on stage at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. I'm not going to get to New York but I do hope to get to Ashland. When I do I will be writing at length about the plays (Besides recalling the productions I've seen in Pittsburgh--where most are set--I intend to read them all again in chronological order) and about the time I spent with August Wilson.
The closing of his last play's initial production on Broadway ends an era, but perhaps it also begins another. I'm hoping that some theatre somewhere will soon take on the magnificent task of mounting all ten plays in chronological order. Man, I want to be there for that.
What could be more audacious for a self-educated African American from the Hill District in Pittsburgh, already approaching middle age, than to announce shortly after his first surprising stage success that he intended to write ten plays, one for each decade of the African American experience in the 20th century? August Wilson did, and then, he did it.
Radio Golf, his last play in this cycle--completely unique in American theatre--was finished shortly before his relatively sudden and certainly much too early death almost two years ago. As usual with his plays, it made its way slowly to Broadway, where it was nominated for the Best Play Tony. And now Playbill announces that it is closing (although the article doesn't say exactly when.)
I've read the script of Radio Golf as published last year in American Theatre magazine, and found it very accessible, very funny and more tightly and traditionally structured than his previous plays. In his last interviews he suggested his next play, liberated from this cycle's responsibility, would go even further into comedy, and perhaps farce.
Radio Golf is the last in the cycle chronologically, set in the 1997. Gem of the Ocean, set in 1904, is the first of the cycle, and is now on stage at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. I'm not going to get to New York but I do hope to get to Ashland. When I do I will be writing at length about the plays (Besides recalling the productions I've seen in Pittsburgh--where most are set--I intend to read them all again in chronological order) and about the time I spent with August Wilson.
The closing of his last play's initial production on Broadway ends an era, but perhaps it also begins another. I'm hoping that some theatre somewhere will soon take on the magnificent task of mounting all ten plays in chronological order. Man, I want to be there for that.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
This North Coast Weekend
As befits sum-sum-summertime, it's mostly street theatre this weekend with the Oyster Festival in Arcata and the Garberville rodeo. But there's a big benefit on stage for one night only--Friday (June 15) at the Arcata Playhouse. Thanks for the Mammaries: A Titilating Cabaret features comedy and music by a local all-star lineup, for the Humboldt County Breast Health Project and the international Weekend to End Breast Cancer. It starts at 8 PM. Betti Trauth has a preview at the T-S. And as the event press release says, "So grab your bosom buddy, walk three abreast to the Arcata Playhouse and get ready for a titillating evening of the breast entertainment in the county." Reservations recommended, and can be made by calling 822-1575.
This weekend is your last chance to see To Kill A Mockingbird at Ferndale Rep, and Kiss Me, Kate continues at North Coast Rep in Eureka.
If you're making plans for next weekend, my NCJ column this week previews the Mad River Festival and in particular, Dell'Arte's production of Tartuffe which leads it off on June 21.
Speaking of that column, I asserted that the Marin Theatre grossly distorted Robert Hurwitt's San Francisco Chronicle review of Tartuffe in their publicity. Thanks to the magic of the Internet, you can see for yourself: Here is the original review, and here is the Marin page that lifts the quotes (over to the right of the page.)
This weekend is your last chance to see To Kill A Mockingbird at Ferndale Rep, and Kiss Me, Kate continues at North Coast Rep in Eureka.
If you're making plans for next weekend, my NCJ column this week previews the Mad River Festival and in particular, Dell'Arte's production of Tartuffe which leads it off on June 21.
Speaking of that column, I asserted that the Marin Theatre grossly distorted Robert Hurwitt's San Francisco Chronicle review of Tartuffe in their publicity. Thanks to the magic of the Internet, you can see for yourself: Here is the original review, and here is the Marin page that lifts the quotes (over to the right of the page.)
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Dream Houses
Update: Elizabeth Fuller responds in the Comments at the end of this post.
A few more thoughts relating to Dream House at the Arcata Playhouse recently, in addition to those in this week's Journal column...
In a recent interview, playwright Tom Stoppard reinterated a view on reviewing that he's held since his first interviews in the early 70s: that the job of reviewers is to express the effect the play had on them the night they saw it. (As a young writer, Stoppard was a theatre reviewer, a contemporary of Kenneth Tynan. This is an old English tradition. H.G. Wells and George Bernard Shaw first met after a play by Henry James they were each reviewing for different newspapers.)
It's a point of view I take seriously, and basically agree with, although with various amendments. (Okay, you can count up the "view"s now.) For example, the night I saw Dream House at the Arcata Playhouse, I had a kind of allergy attack, which distracted me, and colored my experience of the play. But it would be irresponsible to let it color it too much in writing about the play. And although I was interested in meeting Elizabeth Fuller and hearing the experience of other playgoers at the reception afterwards, I had to go straight home. What if I'd stayed? That would not have changed my experience of the performance, but might well have suggested different ways to approach it in writing.
Stoppard was also talking about the typical newspaper reviewing situation, in which you're writing a review right after the show for the next day's paper. I usually have a few days before my weekly deadline, and with a play like this one, time is useful in letting impressions settle and some idea of the pattern of the play emerge. But I find that even several days is not enough to do more than make tentative conclusions. So one does fall back on immediate impressions--but ones that have lasted a few days, and become the most prominent.
Yet the journalist in me wants to be more "accurate" than that. The review is above all a piece of writing in a newspaper, meant to be read for all the reasons other stories are read--because it's informative and entertaining in itself. But communicating to an audience that is at least partly composed of people who can see the play themselves is not the same thing as talking about your own impressions as if yours were the accurate ones, or even representative. All of this is partly why I insist I'm writing a theatre column, and not theatre reviews.
Now it's been nearly a week since I saw Dream House, and another way to organize my impressions has emerged. That is, I absorbed this "through-line" of the play but other impressions were more dominant: this through-line is the self as a collection of voices talking to the central "me," and their ultimate effect is to produce and impose shame.
Carl Jung and doubtless other psychologists and philosophers believed that each of us is many people. Probably James Hillman would say that's why early civilizations had so many gods. The voices in our heads also include important outside influences: everything from parents and partners to "society."
The conceit of the play is that it's come time for the "me" to create a home. Which we always want to be our "perfect" home: the dream house. But what is perfect? Not the self. But how we arrange our imperfections becomes our creativity, and our self. Accepting, honoring and celebrating that becomes the conclusion.
From the beginning, the play is also structured as literally a dream. The house is the self, perhaps with some reference to the "earth household" of the world, and also to the play itself--because that's what the stage is, in performance: a dream house.
The voices are represented as sisters, a very theatrical device that allows Elizabeth Fuller to create characters with separate voices and physicalities. The "me"--the one the other voices are talking to-- in the beginning is "Bozo," a nickname but also the "me" characterized as a clown. As stage business, I frankly found this annoying, but conceptually it sort of works. The clown's comedy is about awkwardness, though the pratfalls can be thrillingly graceful and daring. The central character is very awkward, anxious and uncertain. That, as well as other elements of her personality, invites shaming.
The idea of shame is brought home near the end, very powerfully, when she strips naked and presents a rapid-fire series of angry and contemptuous comments about her body, as if coming from all the other voices in her head. It's the least gratuitious nude scene I've ever seen. It was intriguing to me that throughout the play she used wigs and clothing to never allow herself to appear conventionally attractive. Then she was naked, with sagging belly (and being of roughly her age, this really made me wince.) But immediately afterwards, she put on a shift which left only her attractive legs naked, and took off the wig that revealed blond hair and, in sum, a quite attractive woman. At the time I found this another dislocation, and a puzzling one. But it does seem to follow the arc of the play. With self-acceptance, beauty.
That what screws us up in life is being "shamed," or made ashamed of who we are and what we do, is not exactly a new idea. Intellectually, I suppose I felt a bit cheated about that. But this is a play, not an idea. It's a performance, and that's its emotional power.
I suspect most of the audience responded primarily to the "sisters"--the portrayals of the Developer, the Plumber, the Dreamer, the Inspector, the Gambler, the Slut. Those were very skillfully done, and they are the meat and potatoes of the show. When I wrote my comments for my column, I was still bothered by what I felt were lost opportunities to make the various levels of "house" more vivid, and I was still feeling negative responses to some other structural elements and stage business. But without seeing it again, I can only be very tentative about that. Who knows, it could have been allergies.
I hope we will see Elizabeth Fuller back here again. Chances are we will. With her husband and theatrical partner Conrad Bishop, she operates out of Sebastopol as The Independent Eye. Her credits are amazing-- some 3,000 performances, 32 seasons of 73 shows, including 52 new plays. Together they've written some 60 produced plays. From Milwaukee to Chicago to Philadelphia to CA, with prestiguous visits to the Meccas of Louisville and New York, such commitment to theatre is awe-inspiring.
Update: Elizabeth Fuller responds in the Comments at the end of this post.
A few more thoughts relating to Dream House at the Arcata Playhouse recently, in addition to those in this week's Journal column...
In a recent interview, playwright Tom Stoppard reinterated a view on reviewing that he's held since his first interviews in the early 70s: that the job of reviewers is to express the effect the play had on them the night they saw it. (As a young writer, Stoppard was a theatre reviewer, a contemporary of Kenneth Tynan. This is an old English tradition. H.G. Wells and George Bernard Shaw first met after a play by Henry James they were each reviewing for different newspapers.)
It's a point of view I take seriously, and basically agree with, although with various amendments. (Okay, you can count up the "view"s now.) For example, the night I saw Dream House at the Arcata Playhouse, I had a kind of allergy attack, which distracted me, and colored my experience of the play. But it would be irresponsible to let it color it too much in writing about the play. And although I was interested in meeting Elizabeth Fuller and hearing the experience of other playgoers at the reception afterwards, I had to go straight home. What if I'd stayed? That would not have changed my experience of the performance, but might well have suggested different ways to approach it in writing.
Stoppard was also talking about the typical newspaper reviewing situation, in which you're writing a review right after the show for the next day's paper. I usually have a few days before my weekly deadline, and with a play like this one, time is useful in letting impressions settle and some idea of the pattern of the play emerge. But I find that even several days is not enough to do more than make tentative conclusions. So one does fall back on immediate impressions--but ones that have lasted a few days, and become the most prominent.
Yet the journalist in me wants to be more "accurate" than that. The review is above all a piece of writing in a newspaper, meant to be read for all the reasons other stories are read--because it's informative and entertaining in itself. But communicating to an audience that is at least partly composed of people who can see the play themselves is not the same thing as talking about your own impressions as if yours were the accurate ones, or even representative. All of this is partly why I insist I'm writing a theatre column, and not theatre reviews.
Now it's been nearly a week since I saw Dream House, and another way to organize my impressions has emerged. That is, I absorbed this "through-line" of the play but other impressions were more dominant: this through-line is the self as a collection of voices talking to the central "me," and their ultimate effect is to produce and impose shame.
Carl Jung and doubtless other psychologists and philosophers believed that each of us is many people. Probably James Hillman would say that's why early civilizations had so many gods. The voices in our heads also include important outside influences: everything from parents and partners to "society."
The conceit of the play is that it's come time for the "me" to create a home. Which we always want to be our "perfect" home: the dream house. But what is perfect? Not the self. But how we arrange our imperfections becomes our creativity, and our self. Accepting, honoring and celebrating that becomes the conclusion.
From the beginning, the play is also structured as literally a dream. The house is the self, perhaps with some reference to the "earth household" of the world, and also to the play itself--because that's what the stage is, in performance: a dream house.
The voices are represented as sisters, a very theatrical device that allows Elizabeth Fuller to create characters with separate voices and physicalities. The "me"--the one the other voices are talking to-- in the beginning is "Bozo," a nickname but also the "me" characterized as a clown. As stage business, I frankly found this annoying, but conceptually it sort of works. The clown's comedy is about awkwardness, though the pratfalls can be thrillingly graceful and daring. The central character is very awkward, anxious and uncertain. That, as well as other elements of her personality, invites shaming.
The idea of shame is brought home near the end, very powerfully, when she strips naked and presents a rapid-fire series of angry and contemptuous comments about her body, as if coming from all the other voices in her head. It's the least gratuitious nude scene I've ever seen. It was intriguing to me that throughout the play she used wigs and clothing to never allow herself to appear conventionally attractive. Then she was naked, with sagging belly (and being of roughly her age, this really made me wince.) But immediately afterwards, she put on a shift which left only her attractive legs naked, and took off the wig that revealed blond hair and, in sum, a quite attractive woman. At the time I found this another dislocation, and a puzzling one. But it does seem to follow the arc of the play. With self-acceptance, beauty.
That what screws us up in life is being "shamed," or made ashamed of who we are and what we do, is not exactly a new idea. Intellectually, I suppose I felt a bit cheated about that. But this is a play, not an idea. It's a performance, and that's its emotional power.
I suspect most of the audience responded primarily to the "sisters"--the portrayals of the Developer, the Plumber, the Dreamer, the Inspector, the Gambler, the Slut. Those were very skillfully done, and they are the meat and potatoes of the show. When I wrote my comments for my column, I was still bothered by what I felt were lost opportunities to make the various levels of "house" more vivid, and I was still feeling negative responses to some other structural elements and stage business. But without seeing it again, I can only be very tentative about that. Who knows, it could have been allergies.
I hope we will see Elizabeth Fuller back here again. Chances are we will. With her husband and theatrical partner Conrad Bishop, she operates out of Sebastopol as The Independent Eye. Her credits are amazing-- some 3,000 performances, 32 seasons of 73 shows, including 52 new plays. Together they've written some 60 produced plays. From Milwaukee to Chicago to Philadelphia to CA, with prestiguous visits to the Meccas of Louisville and New York, such commitment to theatre is awe-inspiring.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
2007 Tonys Biggest Winner
Congratulations to playwright Tom Stoppard,
whose trilogy "The Coast of Utopia" dominated the
2007 drama Tony Awards, winning Best Play,
best direction, featured performances, and best
scenic, costume and lighting design.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
This North Coast Weekend
New this weekend in a limited run at the Arcata Playhouse: Dream House, described as a "surreal solo comedy" starring Elizabeth Fuller, tonight (Thursday), Friday and Saturday at 8. There's a preview by Meghan Vogel at the T-S.
Shake the Bard Theater Company and McKinleyville High advanced drama students present First Thursday Night Improv at Muddy's Hot Cup on Thursday at 7 PM.
Also at 7 PM Thursday, Arcata Arts Institute Advanced Theatre Workshop presents One Act Plays in the Arcata High Multipurpose Room.
Continuing: NCRT's Kiss Me Kate. In addition to my column in this week's Journal, Barry Blake reviews it at the T-S, and Laura Provolt in the ER.
Also continuing: Ferndale Rep's To Kill a Mockingbird (there's a review this week in the T-S by Carla Baku.)
Also continuing: the Dell'Arte MFA shows, Tooth and Claw, and Unhinged, as well as McKinleyville Middle School's El Mago de Oz on Friday and Saturday, and Six River Charter School's Antigone on Saturday. Details on the NC Journal Calendar and elsewhere.
Shake the Bard Theater Company and McKinleyville High advanced drama students present First Thursday Night Improv at Muddy's Hot Cup on Thursday at 7 PM.
Also at 7 PM Thursday, Arcata Arts Institute Advanced Theatre Workshop presents One Act Plays in the Arcata High Multipurpose Room.
Continuing: NCRT's Kiss Me Kate. In addition to my column in this week's Journal, Barry Blake reviews it at the T-S, and Laura Provolt in the ER.
Also continuing: Ferndale Rep's To Kill a Mockingbird (there's a review this week in the T-S by Carla Baku.)
Also continuing: the Dell'Arte MFA shows, Tooth and Claw, and Unhinged, as well as McKinleyville Middle School's El Mago de Oz on Friday and Saturday, and Six River Charter School's Antigone on Saturday. Details on the NC Journal Calendar and elsewhere.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
This Week's Column
Kate Then and Now
I've got just a few comments to add to my column this week on the current North Coast Repertory Theatre production of Kiss Me, Kate. I mentioned that I have a soundtrack album from the 1968 Armstrong Circle Theatre television production (not the kind of thing I actually would have listened to in 1968--this is a bargain LP I acquired some time later.) It starred Robert Goulet and Carol Lawrence--married at the time, so there undoubtedly were backstage stories relating to the onstage play, and the play within it.
For the uninitiated, Kiss Me, Kate is the musical comedy with songs by Cole Porter, first produced in 1948. Its story involves a threadbare theatre company in an out-of-town tryout of Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew.
The opening number is probably the most famous or at least repeated song in this musical--"Another Opening, Another Show." On the soundtrack it was handled as I recall it being done every time I heard it anywhere else-- in a very enthusiastic and upbeat style from the start: a big chorus number throughout. The North Coast Rep production handles it differently, though. It starts out in a slow, world weary fashion, sung by a few exhausted looking individuals scattered across the stage. As if to say, oh no, not another opening, another show...Gradually however they catch the show contagion and the song is soon upbeat and joyful.
As John Gielgud points out, every production is an experiment, and this handling of the song is clever, playing on the irony of the lyric, which befits a Cole Porter tune. As refreshing as this treatment might be, however, I don't think it works all that well dramatically. Things are going to start falling apart in the story very soon. It seems best to start at a high point, and let the complications set in gradually, scene by scene. Though the big chorus, upbeat treatment is musically tiresome at this point, dramatically on stage I believe it is still best.
However, the situation is different with the three numbers in the show that I single out in my review as the high points of the North Coast Rep production: "I Hate Men" (sung by Minderella Willens), "Always True to You in My Fashion" (sung by Darcy Daughtry) and "Brush Up Your Shakespeare" (performed by Phil Zastrow and Rigel Schmitt.) In these three songs, their versions are superior to the soundtrack. I wouldn't attempt to compare voices of the women singers here and there (Carol Lawrence and Jessica Walter on the record), but just in terms of style the TV versions are comparatively bland. Willens and Daughtry not only have excellent voices, they act these songs vocally with great style and wit.
The same can be said of Zastrow and Schmitt, who sing practically every verse with some little difference or nuance--a Jimmy Durante emphasis, a sudden English accent, etc. And that's just what they all do vocally. Willens is always great at using her eyes and expressions to augment her singing. Daughtry turns her number into a strutting, swirling show-stopper, and Zastrow and Schmitt do a song-and-dance routine that you should commit to memory it's so classic.
This certainly speaks well of the current production, which (I remind you) is the only one you can see live right now. But it also helps to confirm an impression of the late 60s I had at the time--that the popular music of the previous era was typically being performed in a very bland and conventional way by then, as if by rote. (You can tune in to a TVland rerun of a late 60s Lawrence Welk to see and hear what I mean.) It was a kind of music at the end of its dominance; all the energy was in rock & roll and the folk, rock, blues, etc. combinations that were revolutionizing popular music at the time. In fact, music of earlier eras was already being re-energized through rock music, as in several now familiar tunes on the Beatles' Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, which is itself 40 years old this month.
The soundtrack album also reminds me, however, how much richer this music sounds when played by a full orchestra. That's what Cole Porter wrote it for, and the strings especially give it character as well as body. It's a real loss that so few musicals anywhere use full orchestras, and the small ensemble here at NCRT can only suggest the feeling of this Broadway musical as it was meant to be heard.
I've got just a few comments to add to my column this week on the current North Coast Repertory Theatre production of Kiss Me, Kate. I mentioned that I have a soundtrack album from the 1968 Armstrong Circle Theatre television production (not the kind of thing I actually would have listened to in 1968--this is a bargain LP I acquired some time later.) It starred Robert Goulet and Carol Lawrence--married at the time, so there undoubtedly were backstage stories relating to the onstage play, and the play within it.
For the uninitiated, Kiss Me, Kate is the musical comedy with songs by Cole Porter, first produced in 1948. Its story involves a threadbare theatre company in an out-of-town tryout of Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew.
The opening number is probably the most famous or at least repeated song in this musical--"Another Opening, Another Show." On the soundtrack it was handled as I recall it being done every time I heard it anywhere else-- in a very enthusiastic and upbeat style from the start: a big chorus number throughout. The North Coast Rep production handles it differently, though. It starts out in a slow, world weary fashion, sung by a few exhausted looking individuals scattered across the stage. As if to say, oh no, not another opening, another show...Gradually however they catch the show contagion and the song is soon upbeat and joyful.
As John Gielgud points out, every production is an experiment, and this handling of the song is clever, playing on the irony of the lyric, which befits a Cole Porter tune. As refreshing as this treatment might be, however, I don't think it works all that well dramatically. Things are going to start falling apart in the story very soon. It seems best to start at a high point, and let the complications set in gradually, scene by scene. Though the big chorus, upbeat treatment is musically tiresome at this point, dramatically on stage I believe it is still best.
However, the situation is different with the three numbers in the show that I single out in my review as the high points of the North Coast Rep production: "I Hate Men" (sung by Minderella Willens), "Always True to You in My Fashion" (sung by Darcy Daughtry) and "Brush Up Your Shakespeare" (performed by Phil Zastrow and Rigel Schmitt.) In these three songs, their versions are superior to the soundtrack. I wouldn't attempt to compare voices of the women singers here and there (Carol Lawrence and Jessica Walter on the record), but just in terms of style the TV versions are comparatively bland. Willens and Daughtry not only have excellent voices, they act these songs vocally with great style and wit.
The same can be said of Zastrow and Schmitt, who sing practically every verse with some little difference or nuance--a Jimmy Durante emphasis, a sudden English accent, etc. And that's just what they all do vocally. Willens is always great at using her eyes and expressions to augment her singing. Daughtry turns her number into a strutting, swirling show-stopper, and Zastrow and Schmitt do a song-and-dance routine that you should commit to memory it's so classic.
This certainly speaks well of the current production, which (I remind you) is the only one you can see live right now. But it also helps to confirm an impression of the late 60s I had at the time--that the popular music of the previous era was typically being performed in a very bland and conventional way by then, as if by rote. (You can tune in to a TVland rerun of a late 60s Lawrence Welk to see and hear what I mean.) It was a kind of music at the end of its dominance; all the energy was in rock & roll and the folk, rock, blues, etc. combinations that were revolutionizing popular music at the time. In fact, music of earlier eras was already being re-energized through rock music, as in several now familiar tunes on the Beatles' Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, which is itself 40 years old this month.
The soundtrack album also reminds me, however, how much richer this music sounds when played by a full orchestra. That's what Cole Porter wrote it for, and the strings especially give it character as well as body. It's a real loss that so few musicals anywhere use full orchestras, and the small ensemble here at NCRT can only suggest the feeling of this Broadway musical as it was meant to be heard.
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