Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Quoth


"I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished
one's business on earth... I like a state of becoming,
with a goal continually ahead and not behind."
George Bernard Shaw [photo from production of
Arms and the Man at the Shaw Festival. Click for
larger view.]
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Thursday, August 16, 2007

This North Coast Weekend


Tristin Roberts and Laura Hathaway in
Humboldt Light Opera's Titanic.
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Manic About Titanic

When the basic story is so familiar, and the narrative trajectory so extravagantly simple (big unsinkable ship sinks on maiden voyage), it all depends on how it’s done. The Humboldt Light Opera Company does the musical Titanic very, very well. The production excels in every aspect, creating a stylish, polished, harmonized and entertaining whole, with moments of unexpected emotion.

It’s a treat to be able to appreciate the skillful and artful execution of the show’s many elements, but the confidence that the production creates allows you to relax into the illusion and feel the emotion.

And it doesn’t depend on flashy, overwhelming technical achievements. You aren’t going to see a giant ship sinking. Though there’s a single, small tilting room in the second act, the most dramatic special effect is the well-timed skittering of a single tea cart.

Yet the sets and lighting (designed by Jayson Mohatt and Justin Takata) are sumptuous in their way, as well as elegant and eloquent, etching the scenes into memory. Kevin Sharkey’s costumes are ravishing. Director Carol McWhorter Ryder focuses on sets of characters, then fills the large Van Duzer stage with movement (and Sarah Carlton’s choreography.) The singing (as is often the case in an HLOC production) is superior. Above all, there is the orchestra: What a delight to have a full orchestra for a musical, and this one, under the direction of Justin Sousa, impeccably plays an evocative score.

The Titanic, the largest and most lavish passenger ship of its time, steamed out of England on its first and last voyage in April 1912. There were three classes of service for passengers: from first class for the wealthy and renowned, such as John Jacob Astor and his young wife, to third class for poor immigrants bound for America. One of the better moves in the musical’s script (by Peter Stone) is to focus early on a couple in second class -- a middle-class Midwestern businessman (Edgar Beane, played by Gene Lodes) and his star-struck wife (Alice, played by Elisabeth Harrington). Since Alice is so curious about the celebrities in first class she provides easy exposition, but with an endearing comic performance and a wonderful voice, Elisabeth Harrington goes beyond this simple expediency to establish the Beanes as the audience’s representatives, as well as a couple whose fate will matter.

We soon see the glamour of first class for ourselves in a dinner scene that literally glitters with sequined gowns and jewels, as characters are deftly introduced. Then there’s another large ensemble scene in third class which is unexpectedly affecting. The Irish émigrés could be living clichés (the burly young fisherman, played by Tristin Roberts, the three young ladies named Kate, played by Laura Hathaway, Krissy Dodge and Essie Bertain), but first with a trio sung by the Kates, and then in a powerful ensemble, they generate real emotion. Perhaps it evokes images of immigrant forebearers (though my grandparents and mother came over from Italy on ships much less majestic than this, where there were a handful in first class and thousands in steerage). But it’s the actors and their singing that really put it over, particularly the radiant Laura Hathaway.

The script probably tries to do too much -- there are so many themes and so many characters (based on real passengers) that little gets developed even cursorily. Phil Zastrow as the ship’s owner (and villain of the piece), Kevin Sharkey as its designer and Bill Ryder as the Captain all perform their fairly thankless roles well, but it’s the “minor” characters who stand out: Cailan Halliday as the quartermaster, for instance, and Kevin Richards as the chief coal stoker, and particularly Jordan Matteoli as Radioman Harold Bride. Matteoli seems born to play young (and usually innocent) characters in musicals set between 1910 and 1950. He gets an especially poignant song near the end. Though there are slack stretches and foreshortened stories, the emotion built into the situation -- the lives lost, the survivors, how everyone behaved -- comes through, thanks to the production and these characters.

I confess I couldn’t imagine song lyrics about the sinking of the Titanic. (The best I could come up with were: MRS. ASTOR: The ship is sinking! MR. ASTOR: Have you been drinking? It’s unthinkable! The ship’s unsinkable! CAPTAIN: Mr. Astor! It’s a disaster!) Not to mention finding a rhyme for “iceberg.” But this musical is more in the operetta style, with most of the dialog sung rather than spoken. Though serviceable and even witty in context, with few exceptions neither lyrics nor songs (both by Maury Yeston) are especially memorable. Perhaps that’s partly why this Tony Award-winning Broadway hit of a decade ago is so little known. But for the length of the show, it hardly matters.

And there are other oddities about the script, such as the Captain about to go down with the ship suddenly reflecting that in 43 years at sea, he’s never seen an accident. It sounds like an insert demanded by the cruise ship industry. But as a whole, the excellence of the Humboldt Light Opera production overwhelms these weaknesses. Maybe the ship sank, but this Titanic is buoyant.

You have only three more opportunities to see it: this Friday, Aug, 17, or Saturday, Aug. 18, at 7:30 p.m., or a Saturday matinee at 2 p.m. at the Van Duzer Theatre on the HSU campus.

This North Coast Weekend and This Week's Column

The Humboldt Light Opera production of the musical Titanic concludes its run this weekend. My review of it as well as a rundown of the upcoming seasons for Ferndale Rep and North Coast Rep are in my Stage Matters column in the North Coast Journal this week. Meghan Vogel also reviews it in the T-S. Both reviews are very positive, so Friday and Saturday nights and a Saturday matinee are the final opportunities to go.

Also continuing this weekend are Ferndale Rep's production of The Sound of Music ( Willi Welton review in the E-R), Shake the Bard's Twelfth Night at the Arcata Playhouse (Barry Blake reviews it in the T-S), and North Coast Rep's The Nerd.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

This North Coast Weekend


The Sound of Music continues at Ferndale Rep.
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This North Coast Weekend

The Shake the Bard production of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, set in Reconstruction era America, opens tonight at the Arcata Playhouse. It plays through August 26. Carla Baku previews it at the T-S, and there's an unsigned preview in the E-R. Shake the Bard is a combination of former Arcata Shakespeare in the Park veterans and high school students.

Betti Trauth reviews the ongoing Ferndale Rep production of The Sound of Music, at the T-S. Also continuing, the comedy The Nerd at North Coast Rep in Eureka.

Next North Coast Season

With their final shows of this season now playing (The Nerd and The Sound of Music, respectively), both North Coast Rep and Ferndale Rep have announced their next season.

Beginning in September, NCRT Artistic Director Michael Thomas has two modern classics: Jean Giraudoux’s The Madwoman of Chaillot and Marat/ Sade by Peter Weiss. The holiday musical will be Fiddler on the Roof, the spring musical will be Little Shop of Horrors, the Shakespeare between them will be the comedy All’s Well That Ends Well. And next summer’s comedy will be Lend Me a Tenor, the 1989 Tony Award winner by Ken Ludwig.

As announced by Artistic Director Marilyn McCormick, Ferndale Rep will host several showcases in September and October (including Jeff DeMark’s Hard As A Diamond, Soft As The Dirt, and a multimedia show by the L.A. based Camera Shrapnel) before its first production in November, an adaptation of E.B. White’s Charlotte’s Web, followed by the courtroom drama Twelve Angry Men and an all-teen production about school violence called Bang Bang You’re Dead. The spring musical is Hair, the summer musical is Godspell, with a stage adaptation of the film classic Rashomon between.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

This Week's Column


Shelley Stewart, Alex Sutter and Andrew Jordan in Act I
of The Nerd by Larry Shue, now at Northcoast Rep in
Eureka.
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Who I Am Writing For

Who are my reviews for? It's a tricky question with even trickier answers, and I reevaluate them almost every time I write. How you can complain about a play that the audience likes? That's another part of the same question.

Reviewers are invited for opening nights, which are often filled with friends and family of the people who put on the show. At NCRT the theatre community gathers--it's also usually the night when the actors and others who've worked on the show are the beneficiaries of the concession money--and it's a celebration. In the case of The Nerd, they would also be saying goodbye to Dmitry and Tammy Tokarsky (he played the central role, she designed costumes) who are leaving the area, and welcoming Queena Isadora DeLany (she played Tansy, the love interest) who is new to the area and its community theatre.

But as an audience, it is different from the ones that will follow. I saw this play with the next night audience, a benefit for public schools; the night after that was for mediation services, two very worthy causes I support. Both of these instances--the theatre community gathering, and people in the community gathering to support something that benefits the community--exemplify another aspect of what community theatre is all about. I recognize and honor this. In fact, I love it. But my job isn't to write about that, at least not every time out.

Just as I keep the audiences in mind, I keep in mind that people who put on these plays do so at some sacrifice and work hard (they also have fun) and that they have egos and feelings. I believe in supporting the theatres as institutions as well as being fair to them and to specific productions.

 But in the end I am not writing primarily for the theatres, the participants in a production, and not even for the audiences, as such. My primary responsibility is to write for the readers of the North Coast Journal. Some of them will have seen the play, others have yet to see it, and some will never see it. My job is to give them something interesting to read, and I do that out of my own observations, experiences, predilections and point of view.

I recognize that people who go to plays aren't necessarily interested in where the play fits into local theatre history or comedies of the 20th century--they're out for a reasonably good time on a night out. But some of those people, as well as others who may or may not see the play, are interested in reading more about the play, the playwright, etc. They may be interested in a different point of view on what they saw. Fortunately here, they have the opportunity to get several points of view in print and on line. To me, that's all part of the experience of theatre in a community that values its theatre.

Some, perhaps many people within the theatre community basically understand this, and some even feel that their work is more honored by honest and serious consideration than by constant praise. At least some have told me as much privately.

And although people may use reviews to decide whether or not to attend a show, I very seldom suggest that they not see something. I hope that they are smart and confident enough to seek various points of view, and especially to go to the theatre and decide for themselves.

Shue, Nerd

If you’re interested in a summer night out, perhaps contributing to a worthy cause while seeing some friends and having some laughs, the North Coast Repertory Theatre production of The Nerd will probably satisfy. If your demands and desires are greater, maybe not so much.

 This comedy is set in Terre Haute, Indiana in the early 1980s where Willum, a young architect (played with steady likeability by Douglas Anderson), is trying to succeed in business without losing the soul of his creativity. He’s at an impasse in his relationship with his girlfriend, Tansy (newcomer Queena DeLany, also steady and likeable), who is about to make a career move to Washington, DC. Observing this is their witty friend, Axel, a theatre critic (played with genial sarcasm by David Moore).

Enter Rick Steadman, the man who saved Willum’s life in Vietnam (though they’ve never met). He is the title character and the fly in the ointment of normality, played by Dmitry Tokarsky with braying gusto.

 He disrupts a dinner party that includes Andrew Jordan as the gruff developer Willum is currently trying to please, Shelley Stewart as his sweetly repressed wife, and Alex Sutter as their hyperactive son. And the story goes on from there, to a “surprise” or two for the heartwarming ending.

 If this sounds like the premise of a sitcom episode, there is that feeling about the entire play. It could probably use a few long commercial breaks to dull the brain into not noticing the porous plot. It has a lot of jokes and sight gags — the NCRT audience I saw it with laughed at many of them, I laughed at some they didn’t, and nobody laughed at others.

First-time director Vicki Charlton kept the actors pleasantly flowing around a handsome living room set (which she created with Andrew Jordan and Shelley Stewart) that gives an unaccustomed sense of spaciousness to the NCRT stage.

 Lighting designer Suzanne Ross-Kohl, costume designer Tammy Tokarsky, sound designer Gabriel Groom and the set construction and properties teams served the play and the cast well.

 But as the play goes on, its flaws become disheartening, not helped by aspects of the production, at least that night: some poor enunciation and lackluster timing, forced pace and flagging energy. The well-handled mayhem of the first act dinner party wasn’t quite matched by inventiveness and verve in the second act. And the twists at the end don’t hold up past the first blush.

 The problems begin with the premise. Larry Shue, an actor who grew up in Eureka (well, the one in Kansas), wrote two comic plays in the early 1980s that are performed to an extent that is almost viral, especially by community and college theatres, and mostly in the summer. The second one, The Foreigner (which NCRT produced in 2005) is the better play, as I recall it (although I first saw it at a college summer theater production that was memorable mostly for the lead actor’s dead-on imitation of Pierce Brosnan, then the star of TV’s Remington Steele).

This one, written in 1981, prospered partly because the premise — the idea of “nerd”— was becoming fashionable. Although the concept of the clueless outcast — the doofus, the dork, etc. — is as old as time, or at least high school, the Nerd became the latest flavor in the 1980s, as reflected in the Revenge of the Nerds series of movies.

 One dictionary defines a nerd as “unstylish, unattractive, or socially inept person: especially: one slavishly devoted to intellectual or academic pursuits.” It was a quality of the Reagan years — that mean-spirited putdown of intelligence in favor of the beer-swilling idiot as ideal American male, which not really coincidentally defined a marketing niche for beer and other products by attaching them to this purposefully limiting male cliché.

 In the '80s, when the personal computer revolution was just beginning, the term was particularly applied to computer enthusiasts. There are two problems with this: First, it doesn’t apply to “the nerd” in the play, who inspects chalk for a living and can’t run a primitive answering machine. Second, in 2007 it’s obsolete.

 Though these days some of these qualities adhere to what’s called “a geek,” the nerd stereotype has been diluted and defeated by time. The last movie with “nerd” in the title was Triumph of the Nerd in 1996 — a documentary featuring Bill Gates, Paul Allen and Steve Jobs. Who wouldn’t want them at their dinner party?

Later Thoughts:

The Nerd has a lot of laughs in it, but for me the play's flaws turn them a bit sour in retrospect. The "surprise" I refer to but couldn't talk about in the review--CAUTION: SPOILERS AHEAD! --involve the revelation that the Nerd is not really the guy who saved Willum's life but the "friend" of Axel, the theatre critic, who played the part in some elaborate plot to get Willum and Tansy to realize they need to be together. When you realize that this involved the guy living full time on Willum's couch for weeks, totally apart from his own life, the credibility of the device starts to sink.

 Then there's the additional revelation that the job Willum thinks he's going to get in Alexandria (suburb to Washington, where Tansy is going to be a weather reporter) doesn't exist, nor does the man who offered it. Apparently Willum accepted the job and will move his life from Indiana to Washington because of a voice on his answering machine offering him a job: a funny commentary on life in the 80s when answering machines were new, but not very credible when you think about it for two more seconds.

Perhaps it's this lack of credibility, along with the humorous potential of the characters (author Larry Shue was primarily an actor) that encourages this play to be used as a showcase for comic actors--some famous ones in the U.S. and England, for example, have played it. If you have enough fun along the way, that the journey makes no sense becomes irrelevant.

 Much has been made in some previews and reviews that this is one of the few plays in which a theatre critic is a main character. That's not much of a distinction, and I doubt its accuracy: for example, not one but two theatre critics (actually three by the end, with a fourth who is never seen being a vital part of the plot ) are the major characters in Tom Stoppard's better and funnier play, The Real Inspector Hound. And as New York Times critic Frank Rich wrote of the theatre critic in The Nerd: -" a character, however welcome, who turns out to be as superfluous appearing in ''The Nerd'' as he would be attending it."

This North Coast Weekend

North Coast Rep's production of Larry Shue's comedy, The Nerd, has opened in Eureka. I've reviewed it in my column, and Betti Trauth reviews it in the T-S.

Ferndale Rep opens their production of The Sound of Music this weekend. Preview night is Thursday, Aug. 2, and the opening night event is Friday, Aug. 3, at 8 p.m. Betti Trauth has an interesting preview in the T-S.

Humboldt Light Opera opens a lavish production of the musical Titanic this weekend at the Van Duzer Theatre on the HSU campus. The production features a full orchestra and a tilting stage. It plays Fridays and Saturdays at 7:30 p.m. the first three weekends of August, with 2 p.m. matinees on Aug. 12 and 18. There's an unsigned preview at the E-R.

Barry Blake reviews the current Arcata Shakespeare in the Park version of As You Like It in the T-S. He apparently doesn't think much of the play, so any violation of it doesn't bother him. For a different point of view on the play itself, there's the posts here.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

R.I.P.


Famed stage and film director Ingmar Bergman, seen here
directing Liv Ulmann in his last movie, Saraband, in 2001.
An obit and my posts on Bergman from a few years ago.
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First Principles

This Petty Pace

Performance on a stage occurs in space, and directors these days are obsessed with that space: what does the stage look like, where to move and position actors to make the best stage pictures.

But performance on a stage also exists in time, and that I find is where many directors fail, mostly by paying insufficient attention to this crucial fact. Just as important as the movement in space is the movement through time. Which aspects of the performance, which parts of the play, should go faster or slower? This is also important for actors. How do the actors handle particular moments, to emphasize something? Gestures, reactions, even small movements, take place in time, and can focus attention on an act, a word, an emotion.

These days, it seems to me, directors mostly ignore pace: the manipulation of time. They seem much more interested in speeding along as fast as they can go, so the attention span of the audience isn't tested. They want to keep the thing moving, or get from one stage picture to the next.

But slowing down and speeding up are crucial tools for the director and the actors. They are essential for the audience. They can help create tension or exhilaration, suspense or release. Above all they focus moments. Performance in time is about flow, but also about focusing attention to emphasize something or create an effect. Moments ask and answer questions for the audience. These moments work best when the pace is designed, with the proper contrast.

Yet directors who work their design and production people hard to create arresting visual and aural effects, neglect to work with actors to create arresting effects by sculpting time. Just as the stage can be divided into areas where physical objects are placed or not, the two or three hours of a play is a stage made of time, where individual effects can be created and placed within an overall scheme. Performance may take place visually in space, but drama and comedy are created mostly in time.

Pace is also important for handling language. It's as crucial in Mamet, Pinter and Beckett as it is in Shakespeare, where the meaning is as much in the rhythm of speech and the words themselves ("creeps in this petty pace from day to day") as in the literal definitions.

Stage directors can make pictures, but they don't have the film director's tools of closeups, two-shots, medium and wide shots, to focus audience attention. They sometimes have to do it partly by risking the creation of a little anxiety in the audience by making them wonder what will happen next wherever it is they're supposed to be looking. And sometimes that effect is created by doing almost nothing, but small gestures and movements. From slow to fast, from one speed to another, creates contrast, which is what we as human animals pay attention to. Contrast makes meaning.

I'm going on about this because I've noticed that in my reviews, and in my conversations about plays I don't review, I often complain about pace. So this is what I mean. And I find the problem in regional, university and major city theatre as well as community and local theatre.

I can only speculate on why pace is given short shrift. Partly I suppose it's because of rehearsal periods that are too short before a play must be mounted. There's the cliche of this being a visual age, which is questionable. Perhaps also it's about the rise of the director versus the star actors, who took charge of their time on stage and gloried in making effects, and eventually overdid it. Perhaps it takes very confident actors to command the moment. And there is the nervousness over audience attention span.

It takes a lot of time and effort just to get a play on its feet. If actors keep active during a run of the play, they may find moments to emphasize, or patches to speed through. That's why I'd rather see a play after it's been up for awhile, but that's not often possible if I'm writing about it. Still, if directors paid more attention to pace as they map out their production, they might see that they've got a pretty handy tool for improving it.

Time is as important--or more important--than space on stage in another way as well. Actors talk about being "in the moment": being alive to what's happening in the scene, between characters, for instance. It is the ability to be in character and yet to be in that moment that often provides the audience with the most riveting and real theatrical moments--moments when time seems to stand still. It's a vital part of the magic and the mystery of live theatre.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Quoth

The world is a comedy to those that think,
a tragedy to those that feel."

Horace Walpole

Thursday, July 26, 2007

This North Coast Weekend


Doug Anderson and Queenah DeLany in Larry Shue's
The Nerd, opening at NCRT in Eureka this weekend.
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This North Coast Weekend

North Coast Repertory Company opens The Nerd, a comedy by Larry Shue Thursday. It runs weekends until August 18. Betti Trauth's preview is at the T-S and there's an unsigned preview in the E-R. Expect my review next week in the North Coast Journal.

Dell'Arte has added an all-ages cabaret, Movers and Shakers, on Saturday at 8PM in the Carlo Theatre. All proceeds go to buying a new touring van, replacing the venerable one that broke down on the 299. The van is used to bring Dell'Arte's free holiday shows to outlying communities.

The San Francisco Mime Troupe brings their latest show, Making a Killing, to Sohum, at the Mateel Community Center in Redway on Saturday, July 28. Betti Trauth previews at the T-S, as does Bob Doran in the newsprint version of the NC Journal.

Laura Provolt reviews the Arcata Shakespeare in the Park production of As You Like It in the E-R.

Here's some photos of the Harry Potter party at Northtown Books last weekend.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Quoth


"As a dramatist and a poet, he was simultaneously the
agent of civility and the agent of subversion."
Stephen Greenblatt of Shakespeare in Will in the World.
Photo portraying Shakespeare in 1599 from "The Shakespeare
Code," episode of Doctor Who. Courtesy: BBC.
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Friday, July 20, 2007

This North Coast Weekend

Arcata Shakespeare in the Park opens its production of As You Like It in Redwood Park on Friday. It runs weekends until August 11. Wendy Butler has a skeptical but thorough preview in the E.R., Maxwell Schnurer effuses at the T-S, and Bob Doran essays on it in the print version of the NC Journal. Not that I was invited to preview or review it anyway, but it doesn't sound like my cup of tea. Beyond the NASCAR concept, when the actor playing Orlando describes his character as "needy" it does not bode well. Josh Switzer, who I know as a capable and enthusiastic actor, is directing.

I'm opting for some participatory theatre late Friday night at Northtown Books, as the seventh Harry Potter book goes on sale at midnight.

On Sunday afternoon at 2, the Ferndale Rep production of Taking My Turn will be presented at the Eureka Senior Resource Center.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

The Mad Cuckoo Clock: On the Razzle at OSF

 Playwright Tom Stoppard, who turned 70 on July 3, is having quite a year. After a triumphant run at Lincoln Center, his epic 9-hour trilogy, Coast of Utopia, won more Tony Awards than any drama in history. And his newest play, Rock ‘n Roll, is Broadway bound.

 He’s had other great years (it was his fourth Tony for Best Play) but in a recent interview Stoppard reiterated that as a playwright “you don’t succeed unless you’re writing something that will be revived.” In a 1994 interview Stoppard named his 1981 farce, On the Razzle as the play he most wanted done again. That the Oregon Shakespeare Festival production of On the Razzle is one of their current season’s triumphs must add to this year’s satisfactions.

 Beginning with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead in the late 60s, Stoppard’s string of witty and intelligently madcap plays for stage, television and radio made him an international phenomenon. By 1981, this former theatre reviewer for provincial publications was living in a fashionable London district, in a house older than the United States.

 But his plays were about to change: first with a new infusion of emotion and more recognizable characters (particularly women) in The Real Thing (1982), and then combining this with historical depth and delicately rendered explorations of meaning in the subsequent plays (Arcadia, Indian Ink, The Invention of Love, etc.) leading to his most recent.

 But before he let go of the frenzied verbal gymnastics and headlong comedy, Stoppard powered those energies into the basic plot and characters from the 19th century Austrian playwright Johann Nestoy, and went On the Razzle—that is, on a heedless spree, a wide-eyed adventure—at full throttle: Stoppard running Wilde.

Which is not to say that this play is just a bag of puns and pratfalls. The puns and double entendres are certainly there (“Unhand my foot, sir!” “I love your niece!” “My knees, sir?” etc.) but there is no more exacting form than farce. It is a deceptively simple mechanism—you wind it all up in the first act, and let it spin wildly to its conclusion in the second—but it’s not easy to do.

 In all his plays Stoppard explores revelations from structure, so he was well equipped to create a classic farce. The OSF production, as directed by Laird Williamson, understands this mechanism. Late in the play, a character complains of people running in and out of her house like a “cuckoo-clock gone mad.” This is the image the play begins with, as the actors take the stage with the jerky motions of cuckoo-clock figures in procession.

The image also fits the place and period: 19th century Austria, where a pompous provincial shopkeeper (played with a touch of W.C. Fields by Tony DeBruno) leaves his grocery store in the hands of two clerks while he goes to Vienna to propose marriage, but the clerks (Rex Young and Tasso Feldman) go to Vienna as well for a last youthful adventure.

 There are other complications involving a niece (Teri Watts) and her suitor (Shad Willigham), a comic servant (G. Valmont Thomas), the fiancée (Suzanne Irving) and her widow friend (Terri McMahon) and other characters. There are disguises, mistaken identities, role reversals, mis-communication and of course lots of coincidence in this good-hearted, fast-paced farce that relocates some of Nestoy’s satire (as in a brilliant speech about merchants) but basically provides one funny surprise after another.

 This is a sumptuous production, a delight to the eye and ear. I suppose my only slight disappointment was in not hearing an English cast perform it. Though Stoppard translates easily to American idiom, the rhythms of language are very English, as the very English title suggests.

 Here’s a tidbit of its history that illustrates that happy accidents are not just part of the story, but were part of creating the play: its first production was in technical rehearsal (which is very near the end) when a “flaming pudding” Stoppard wanted in a restaurant scene was nixed because of fire regulations. Since Stoppard involves himself in the process, he was there to suggest the alternative: a birthday cake with electrically lit candles. But then he had to decide whose birthday it was. This involved rewriting many scenes back, and added another layer of the comic cake in the restaurant pay-off.

 Last time I wrote about the roots of theatre in ancient festivals. As formal theatre became part of festivals with summer productions outdoors, some began to specialize: mostly in Shakespeare.

 Another summer theatre tradition began in the early 20th century, when people fled hot cities like New York for the cooler countryside, and indoor summer theatres like the Westport Country Playhouse in Connecticut were born (there’s a fascinating book about it from Yale Press called An American Theatre.)

 Many country theatres featured lighter entertainments, but others experimented with new plays and challenging productions, as Westport did and does, joined by newer theatres like the Wellfleet on Cape Cod.

 The two traditions merged in indoor Shakespeare festivals, like the one I used to attend in the Elsinore-like stone Stephen Foster Memorial theatre at the University of Pittsburgh, or in the most successful all-season venues like Stratford, Ontario and of course, Ashland, Oregon.

 There the Oregon Shakespeare Festival is now in full swing, with Shakespeare’s The Tempest, Romeo and Juliet and The Taming of the Shrew on the outdoor Elizabethan Stage, As You Like It and August Wilson’s Gem of the Ocean as well as Stoppard’s On the Razzle in the main Bowmer Theatre, to be joined by their Tartuffe later this month. Lisa Loomer’s Distracted has just opened at the New Theatre, where the musical Tracy’s Tiger continues.

 Here on the North Coast, there are two productions this weekend. Based partly on a story by Italian playwright Dario Fo and partially created as a thesis project last year at the Dell’Arte School, The Greatest Story Never Told is described as a farce involving the meeting of two tramps and the Christian Holy Family, as brokered by angels.

It’s up next at the Mad River Festival, July 12-14 in the Carlo Theatre. It’s the work of the Virginia-based Independently Creative troupe, composed of Dell’Arte alums. The production is supported by an alumni fund to commemorate a Dell ‘Arte classmate, Nancy Lafrenz, who died of cancer. “Her class raised a bunch of money,” Michael Fields explained, “and so did her parents. We’ve invited them to the opening, and the production is in her memory.”

 Also this weekend, Ferndale Rep opens Taking My Turn, a musical revue about and by seniors. It plays at the Rep on July 13 at 8 PM, and July 14 and 15 at 2 PM. Then it goes on the road later in the month to the Senior Resource Center in Eureka, and the Garberville Theatre.

This Week's Column

Going Stoppard

Extending this week's review of Tom Stoppard's play, On the Razzle, at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, with more musings on Tom Stoppard--in particular, his comedy...

Tom Stoppard is known for the content of his plays--the historical and political themes, the erudite riffs on aspects of science, philosophy, literature. Especially in the first half of his career, up until The Real Thing in 1982, he consciously pursued the goal of combining "a play of ideas with farce." He did so in big productions (Jumpers at the National Theatre, Travesties for the Royal Shakespeare Company, and both on Broadway) and in small (Dirty Linen at the Inter-Action's Almost Free Theatre, After Magritte for the Ambience Lunch Hour Theatre Club, and Dogg's Troupe Hamlet, which was first performed on the Fun Art Bus.)

Stoppard has also always been known as an innovator in structuring plays, and making the structure and the narrative dependent on each other. (This continues throughout his career.) All of this made his work very attractive to me from the moment Stoppard became known for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead in the late 60s, when I was in college. I felt an immediate connection--to the Samuel Beckett rhythms of that play, to the academic philosophy in Jumpers (I'd studied analytic philosophy some in college) but most pervasively, to the 60s influences we had in common.

There are many other sources of his comedy. His debt to Oscar Wilde's epigrammatic wordplay is overt in several plays, especially Travesties, the plot of which involves a production of The Importance of Being Earnest. He was also not above a slightly more sophisticated form of rude and sexual humor, including sight gags (especially for instance in Dirty Linen) that have a long lineage but are most recently familiar from Vaudeville. At times Stoppard seemed to just about provide for all four Marx Brothers in the same play. He often uses a familiar comic device from Vaudeville and the movies, of verbal misunderstandings that wind up sounding like double talk. (Groucho and Chico's set piece dialogues were often based on this.) That style was lingering from the entry of many Vaudeville (or British Music Hall) stars into television (via radio and movies, too.)

As for later influences, in some of Stoppard's lines I hear an echo of Steve Allen, who emerged in the 50s as the first host of The Tonight Show in the 50s,and was at the height of his zany comedy in his late 60s late night show. For instance, in On the Razzle: "I worked for a tailor once. I cooked his goose for him. Everything went well until I got confused and goosed his cook." Steve Allen (to a 1990s audience aboard the now stationary Queen Mary, which by the way Stoppard sailed on when it was active): "I'm limping because of an old football injury. I tripped on an old football."

But for other 60s influences, particularly British, I saw a lot of evidence that my guesses are pretty good in Ira Bruce Nadel's biography of Stoppard, including one amazing long shot. For the influences (or at least echoes) I heard in his humor were the ones I cherished, especially those that came through America from England in the 60s. Moreover, the connections were often active: these people knew each other, saw each other's work and even idolized each other.

In reference to Douglas (Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy) Adams, I once traced a basic lineage back to Cambridge and Oxford in the 1950s, to Jonathan Miller, Peter Cook, Dudley Moore and Alan Bennett, who burst on the American scene in the Kennedy 60s with their revolutionary revue on Broadway, Beyond the Fringe. This very English grouping of original comic skits had of course played in London earlier, and made them all stars.

There's also a particular influence on their comedy that flowed through to Monty Python and Douglas Adams of the Cambridge and Oxford ordinary language philosophers--Wittgenstein, Russell and in particular G.E. Moore, who was a towering figure at Cambridge for a half century. These and their disciplines dominated philosophy on both sides of the Atlantic for generations. We were studying it here in the 60s.

Their close analyses of language and logic was not only fodder for comedy (Beyond the Fringe has a gem satirizing Bertrand Russell and G.E. Moore directly) but their attention to language revealed its comic potential in skewering all kinds of pretense. Though Stoppard did not attend university, he did spend time with students at Cambridge on an early production of Rosencrantz, and his feel for the Cambridge School of philosophy--the philosopher he satirized in Jumpers was named George Moore--may have partly come from this comedy lineage.

Stoppard's career intersected with the Beyond the Fringe quartet in a number of ways. One of his early journalism jobs writing about theatre in London was for a magazine co-owned by Peter Cook; as a playwright, Jonathan Miller was suggested to direct one of his plays, and to star in another. Alan Bennett was by then a fellow playwright whose work was said to be an influence on Stoppard's. They were all part of the same milieu, knowing many of the same people, and working with them in theatre and film.

But even before, the resemblance was palpable and remarked upon, as when a reviewer wrote that Stoppard's R& G Are Dead was the funniest parody of Shakespeare since a famous skit by Beyond the Fringe.

 There were others in the Oxbridge line who added to the new comedy atmosphere--David Frost and his remarkable That Was the Week That Was brought bracing, intelligent, witty and overt social and political satire to British (and later American) TV. ( It was a later Frost show, and one of the comedians on it named John Cleese, that inspired Douglas Adams to write in that comic vein. Cleese of course would become part of another Oxbridge-educated group, Monty Python.)

There was a more physical lineage of comedy in the late 50s and through the 60s, personified by Peter Sellers and fellow madcaps of the Goon Show. The physical and verbal wit were combined in, for example, the films of Richard Lester (including A Hard Day's Night, which gave the Beatles physical comedy and witty lines--and not just the already verbally witty John Lennon.)

 By the late 60s, such a combination was turning up in the most popular TV series in England, especially with children: Doctor Who. Douglas Adams wrote for a few of Tom Baker's best years as the fourth Doctor, and he brought John Cleese and Eleanor Bron (a fine stage actor who appeared in the Lester/Beatles' film Help! and the Peter Cook and Dudley Moore comedy, Bedazzled) in for a funny cameo. Another example would be the cult 60s/70s film, The Ruling Class, which starred Peter O'Toole--a particular friend of Tom Stoppard.

This was the atmosphere that Stoppard was breathing in the London of the 60s particularly, and afterwards as well. I cherish that era and all these figures, but there is one more group I would add as being part and parcel of the kind of humor they represent. Including them I thought was a little bit of a stretch, since they aren't English but American. Yet their highly sophisticated verbal humor, its political and social application, all at a breakneck pace, became a countercultural if not cultural phenomenon in California on the radio in the 1960s, and then nationally in the early 70s with their series of LPs. They were (and are) called the Firesign Theatre.

There's a stylistic, perhaps a inspirational connection, just as the Byrds and the Buffalo Springfield were inspired by the Beatles--and so, by the way, was Stoppard, who famously played pop songs when he wrote, including the Beatles and the Rolling Stones; Stoppard was also known for his resemblance to Mick Jagger, which he reputedly enhanced with his 60s wardrobe. Inspiration from popular music and music figures is another common connection to many of the 60s/70s comic influences. This again evolved into personal connections and working relationships: the Pythons parodied and worked with members of the Beatles, and Stoppard himself eventually became friends with Jagger.

But beyond this sort of "something in the air", there was one tiny revelation in Nadel's biography, which clearly he didn't realize might lead anywhere: Tom Stoppard wrote his first version of Rosencrantz in 1964 while he was in Berlin for five months as part of a Ford Foundation project that brought together a small group of young theatre writers from the UK and the US. They all lived together, and each wrote for a project to be staged in Berlin with German theatre artists. Stoppard's was this early Rosencrantz. The kicker is that one of the two Americans was Peter Bergman, who returned to the US to become a founder and one of the four members of Firesign Theatre, creating topical comedy full of wordplay and wildness on stage but especially in a series of LPs that fans across America literally memorized.

Nadel apparently had no idea what Firesign Theatre was, but the sympathy of its comedic style with Stoppard's is apparent, at least to me. And now there is this tantalizing biographical connection.