Monday, March 28, 2016
Dripping with pure sexual energy and a hefty amount of talent, to back up their good looks, the cast of handsome and upper-crust 80's characters manages to salvage what is otherwise an awkward horror movie on the stage. At the helm and top of the bill is the incredibly chiseled and flat out gorgeous Benjamin Walker (Patrick Bateman). His vocal prowess is second to none and his sultry cut body is simply perfect. I can say this because he is on stage in just his underwear more than he is on it clothed. And yes, it didn't bother me one bit.... not one. His Wall Street firm-mates are also oft shirtless too. It's the 80's in NYC at the height of hedonism, after all. Jennifer Damiano (Jean), a powerhouse in her own right, had to dumb it down for her mousy, shy, and good-girl secretary role, but she nonetheless impressed. Patrick's mother, Mrs. Bateman, played by the indomitable Alice Ripley, proved there are really no small roles. I frankly didn't know it was her until well into act one when she finally took off her big sunglasses (the 80's, remember?).
What haunted me throughout this very innovative and ironically enjoyable if not awkward production was the feeling that the least impressive element was the adapted book itself (Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa). The show felt like it was built around the special effects and Mr. Bateman himself. It seemed like the book was merely a vehicle to deliver the movie's Cliff notes. It felt like Mr. Aguirre-Sacasa simply strung 12+ scenes together with homage to the movie but without the ability to do it justice due to the limitations of the stage. In the end, there was not enough to scare you, not enough to keep you guessing, and not enough to explain the abrupt and confusing ending even if you are listening to the lyrics. The show's packaging and bold performance style (it was more like a rock concert story) keeps you in your seat and the regular insertion of popular 80's music sung by the pitch-perfect cast kept your toes tapping and eyes rolling throughout. Between those toes tapping and the drool on your shoes continually flowing due to the uber-sexy cast, you just might enjoy the journey this show takes you on even if it seems out of place on Broadway.
Note: Cast Photos resemble the Broadway production, but are from the London Production
Thursday, March 24, 2016
And tap your toes you certainly will. Helmed by the incredibly hunky and easy-on-the-eyes Steven Pasquale (Jamie Lockhart, The Robber Bridegroom) who himself is a powerhouse of the theatre, this production is triumphantly successful at having fun and entertaining its audience.
Supporting Mr. Pasquale are darkly funny Leslie Kritzer (Salome), the devilishly handsome and talented Andrew Durand (Little Harp), and the beautiful and beguiling Ahna O'Reilly (Rosamund).
When the actors themselves all appear to be having fun, you know the show is going to be a delight. At one point Mr. Pasquale seemed to be "gotten" by a line from another character and a Carol Burnett moment of trying to conceal the hilarity ensued. It's a Mississippi tale brought to life 8 glorious times a week.
Theatricality at its highest of heights (kudos Mr. Timbers); Lighting dynamic and creative (Jeff Croiter, Jake DeGroot); and authentic sets (Donyale Werle). The on-stage Band could not have been a more tightly integrated and absolutely adorable component to the show (Cody Owen Stine, Mike Rosengarden, Ben Lively, Douglas Waterbury-Tieman, Matt Cusack).
For a brief break from the political primary rat-race, join this cast for a 90 minute ROMP!
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
There is brilliance in Mr. Langella's performance, but perhaps more importantly there is brilliance in Doug Hughes' direction of Mr. Zeller's work. The vignette blackouts, the shocking strobe light, the stark lights up on the next, often conflicting scene - all effects that heighten the impact of the material.
What Mr. Zeller does so brilliantly is bring the audience into the world of confusion and uncertainty of Andre by repeatedly swapping actors for the same character - to which the audience in addition to Mr. Langella must react and process. He juxtaposes dialogue that is similar but with entirely different outcomes. He repeats segments of dialogue between the same characters but offers different emotion and conclusion. The jolting effect to the audience is what a man in Mr. Langella's condition must experience in his condition.
Mr. Langella does most of the heavy lifting here, and his performance is transcendent. This is one play you won't soon forget - even tho the play itself is all about forgetting.
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Nothing is truly explained. We watch in linear time but the story is non-linear. Time is flexible. The mind plays tricks on these friends as dreams and memories abound as they gather to bury their friend Sean. Pies are made but not baked, Breakfast is discussed but not eaten, Children are heard, but unseen (Recorded voices of Casey and Wally are played offstage). The ethereal tale comes to a climax of confusion and wonder when Bama (Crystal Finn) shows up (one assumes her name is an homage to her accent) and proclaims her own tale about Adrian who couldn't possibly have been there if it were true. This goes along with a separate mystery of a friend of Adrian who may or may not be alive and a successful real estate guy in Nevada.
At one point, Nina and Adrian have an extended hushed and dream-like conversation in the darkness of the family's Pecan orchard, the stage lit only by a multitude of tiny stars in the Texas sky. (Kudos Tyler Micoleau - lighting, Rachel Hauck, Sets) and it is only then you begin to realize that Ms. Washburn's play isn't what it seemed all along. It's mind-bendingly better - in a heavenly and dizzying sort of way. Don't wait for the 3 pecans to drop to head over to Playwrights Horizons.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
First performed in approximately 431 B.C (that's a long time ago folks), this tale is just as relevant 2400+ years later. A lot has changed in the world, but Mr. Preisser's production reminds us - a few things have not.
Women's rights, immigrants, misogyny, murder, and betrayal. These thorny subjects were around then - and they are still around today. I would agree with Mr. Preisser that Medea is just as culturally relevant today as it was then. Our news feeds are filled with reminders of this on a daily basis.
Medea (Tracy Johnson) is a strong woman. Medea killed for what she believed in. She is a warrior. Despite these strengths, she is the oppressed by her powerful husband Jason (Khalil Kain). Ms. Johnson exuded the very aura of confidence and conviction the tale requires. In classic form, the Greek Chorus of mostly student echos the thoughts and themes of the tale. The tale we see unfold could have unfolded on West 96th Street today ostensibly the same as it did 2400 years ago. Swap the poison crown for a gun, and the castle for a coop and - voila - Medea today.
While nobody would advocate killing your own children, one can admire the strength, conviction, and power a woman can wield. The education of our youth in the theater is an important task and HSA has taken this to heart by mixing life lessons with acting lessons - all in a black box theater in Harlem. An easy trip uptown well worth making.
HSA is located at 645 Saint Nicholas Avenue and the production runs February 26 - March 20 - Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays at 7 PM.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Mr. Hnath used a different writing style in this show. In Christians, it was long preacher-like paragraphs. Here, he has imbued this play from cover to cover with staccato, interrupted dialogue between two characters - as if each of them is talking a mile a minute but getting only one or two words out before being interrupted by the other - over and over and over. The result is unfortunately that the actors would have had to rehearse for weeks and weeks to get this style to feel like it was naturally occurring. On paper it likely looks like a frantic, energetic, heightened dialogue. On stage, it merely appeared like a machine gun mis-firing.
In terms of casting, whomever was responsible for this NYTW production cast a beautifully tall and lean muscle boy as Ray (Alex Breaux) - not so much a swimmer tho. It was distracting. He wasn't beefy and V shaped enough (believe-you-me he was drop-dead gorgeous nonetheless). In another interesting casting decision, his brother Peter (Lucas Caleb Rooney) looked nothing like him. I know we all don't look alike but it just seemed odd and lacked authenticity. Coach (Peter Jay Fernandez) was a bit too serious and stoic. I didn't sense a reason for him to be so rigid, except that the machine-gun dialogue almost required it. Ray's complicated girlfriend, Lydia (Zoe Winters), turned in a fine performance but Mr. Hnath might want to stop referring to her as a sports therapist, as I initially thought she was a shrink (she was a physical therapist).
The moral question of the play was unexpectedly complicated. I expected the performance enhancing drug topic. What I didn't expect, and very much appreciated, was that Ray, the gorgeous Olympic-qualifying swimmer, was dumber than a box of rocks. It added the dimension of a lack of a choice - that he needed to do this and it was much more instinct than calculated, intelligent decision. It really made me think about education and emotional development. Ray was clearly a hunk of meat who could swim but do absolutely nothing else. Peter was clearly the sleaze bag from beginning to end and it was artful to watch how the coach transformed right before our eyes. Three very different personalities and how they all interact is a fascinating study.
Now, the white elephant in the room - Hello? Drug Testing?? Olympic athletes are tested to the moon and back. Mr. Hnath should have done a better job at explaining this away rather than just hinting at how the testing focuses on levels from test to test rather than a substance itself.
Overall, Mr. Hnath's work presents an universally present problem in all sports and culturally relevant decision making process. Like everything that is a bad idea, things don't usually end well going down this path. And Mr. Hnath clearly agrees.
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Walking into the theatre, the first thing you notice is the mirror image set hanging above the real set on the floor (Sandra Goldmark). The mirror image, only upside down. This is much like the life of Adam Turner (Bobby Steggert). Mr. Steggert plays the titular boy of the play - actually born a boy but after an accident during circumcision, surgically altered to a girl and raised as such by his deeply caring (if ignorant) parents. Nobody really talked about or acted on these things and it was a time where a doctor with a theory had some sway in the public discourse. In his teenage years, he rejected the identity and after surgery re-emerged as a boy... (mighty easy on the eyes, i might add).
Mr. Steggert plays the dual role of Samantha (growing up age 6 thru 13) and Adam (age 23) in the current time. Through alternating flashbacks and current scenes, we see Adam today and learn of his struggle and anguish growing up. We learn of his parents who cared dearly for him and through this play are portrayed as nothing more than caring parents who tried to do "the right thing".
Mr. Steggert alternates between a wounded man of 23 struggling to love a girl and a tortured little girl who somehow knew she didn't fit in even though she didn't know what was wrong. Tough, tender, raw are the words that come to mind repeatedly when observing Mr. Steggert in his fine portrayal of the little boy trapped inside this little girl. Confronting the doctor later in life is an eye opening and tough scene and one could sense his trepidation in the meeting.
Supporting Mr. Steggert aptly are his mother and father (Heidi Armbruster, Ted Koch) and the love of his life, (Jenny) Rebecca Rittenhouse. His doctor for these many years, (Dr. Wendel Barnes) was played earnestly by Paul Niebanck.
I cannot imagine the anguish and torture this young boy must have endured growing up. You can't blame his parents. You can only partially blame the doctor. Although he never admits it in the play, the accusation is made that he put experiment over patient, but that is never proved or admitted, at least not in this play.
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Scott Ellis helms this Broadway gem for the second time, actually. In Roundabout's first musical undertaking in 1993 was his one of his first shows too. In a fresh, new production staring the indomitable Laura Bennati (Amalia Balash), the dashingly handsome Zachary Levi (Georg Nowack) and the bombshell Jane Krakowski (Ilona Ritter) and the delightfully debonaire Gavin Creel (Steven Kodaly) we are witness to pure musical comedy genius.
In typical Roundabout style, the sets, a 1934 Budapest Parfumerie and ancillary apartment rooms, are simply divine - dripping with color and panache (David Rockwell). Costumes were period perfect (Jeff Mashie).
Ms. Benanti is perfectly cast as a brash young women who bursts into the store seeking a job. Mr. Levi surprised all with his pitch-perfect deep, baratone voice as Ms. Benanti's shy young (and secret) love interest. Ms. Krakowski plays the musical comedy bird-brain and Mr. Creel plays the greasy and slick both to the hilt. Being surrounded by a supporting cast of old-timers only adds to the enjoyment of the evening - Michael McGrath (Ladislav Sipos), Byron Jennings (Mr. Maraczek), and a one-scene wonder, Peter Bartlett (Headwaiter). As a special note, I saw the delightfully adorable and talented understudy for Arpad Lazlo (Justin Bowen) and I couldn't have enjoyed him more.
Opposites attract is the theme. We watch our young lovers meet, argue to exasperation, and eventually fall deep in love once their secret letter writing relationship is confirmed. At 2 hours and 30 minutes, it's a full evening - Act I being a tad bit longer than Act II. It's old fashioned, silly, frivolous, and delightful and I could not think of a better way to pass an evening in the theatre than with these talented actors.
Tuesday, March 1, 2016
Playwright Kenneth Lonergan is verbose. Scenes are long, wordy, and themes are repeated over and over - to likely emphasize the point that celebrities in real life often make the same mistakes over and over.
Timothy Olyphant (Strings McCrane) aptly (and easy on the eyes) helms the cast of 6 as a hot country music star who's mother has just died and he is trying to come to grips with his past decisions and how he can go forward without her voice. Quite cleverly, you never see her or hear from her but she is undoubtedly the 7th character in this play. His ensemble cast includes the handsome and terrifically entertaining Keith Nobbs (Jimmy) as Strings McCrane's ambiguously gay and fiercely loyal personal assistant, Jenn Lyons as Nancy, the seemingly innocent yet stealth scheming girlfriend/wife, Adelaide Clemens as the shy, country bumpkin 2nd cousin who connects with Strings, C.J. Wilson as String's obtuse, simple-minded yet grounded hometown brother and Jonathan Hogan, as Mitch, String's estranged father, a character who only appears in the final scene of the play.
Did I mention that the play was long? 3 Hours long. My theatre going friends and I all commented afterwards that the actors seemed to be having such a good time with their parts, that they often seemed to ad-lib certain jokes or extend certain jokes with additional comments - which of course led to additional laughter in addition to the general amusement of most of the other actors on the stage.
In addition to this seemingly harmless frivolity which probably added maybe 10 minutes to the play - you still have to deal with the other 2 hours 50 minutes. I think Mr. Lonergan's long and successful career has been in both the theatre and film - but I believe his talents are best suited to film - a place where character development and story can be told at greater length in different scenes. This is especially important when telling a story which requires memories from what has happened in the past - on a live stage, that becomes problematic and tilts toward more dialogue - your only option to convey the information to the audience.
Overall an entertaining and poignant evening in the theatre. A fine cast. A great playwright. A great rotating set (Walt Spangler) Just a little too heavy on the dialogue and exposition.