New Centerstage Review Up

I had trouble writing up the latest play I saw for Centerstage, because I felt so conflicted about what I’d seen. Under the Blue Sky by David Eldridge has received rave reviews everywhere it’s been performed, including here in Chicago. It’s well-written, with natural dialogue and smart commentary.

But the characters were straight out of the Cliché Grab Bag. We had the Emotionally Unstable Woman who frantically waved a knife at her lover rather than let him move away, the Slut Who Only Does It Cuz She Hates Herself, and the Shy Young Man Who’s Secretly a Pervert. Still, the actors played them well, and with a considerable amount of subtlety. And there were some twists that undermined the clichés somewhat. But why make them the premise in the first place?

(Also, the male actor in the final scene seemed to be constantly forgetting his lines, not entirely, just enough to throw off the rhythm entirely. Must’ve been frustrating for his female counterpart.)

Here’s an excerpt of my play review:

And what private moments these are. The first two vignettes show so-called friends at their worst, people treating each other so badly that they even come right out and comment on how ugly the situation is.

You can read the rest here.

New Centerstage Review Up

Who’s in the mood for some seasonal spookiness? Check out the always-odd, often-heartbreaking Strange Tree Group in their latest, The Spirit Play. Tom B. and I saw the show a week ago, and I was delighted with how delighted he was by the production. It’s always fun to feel like you’re really treating someone with your comp ticket.

Here’s an excerpt of my review:

This Halloween special explores the world of Victorian-era séances and the various ways we convince ourselves that something we want desperately to be true is true… Raps on the table, bells ringing in mid-air, and of course, ghostly hands creeping out from behind a curtain; all these were standard practice among séance charlatans of the era, and the medium and her entourage use them here as well.

You can read the rest of it here. Happy haunting!

New Centerstage Review Up!

I saw my first Victory Gardens show last week. It’s always a little weird to go from storefront theater companies with hardly any budget to an established company with a board of directors and a solid budget for costumes, set design, and so on. If only every theater group had these resources! It’s a Sarah Ruhl play, so there was lots of lofty discussion and several surreal moments. Lovely. Here’s an excerpt of the review:

Dr. Givings (Mark L. Montgomery) treats women with “hysteria,” that particular female condition caused by various problems with the womb, be it too much moisture, lack of children, or any number of things. What the well-to-do ladies in town do is enter the operating theater, lie back on a table, and allow the good doctor to apply his mechanical device under her skirts on her, er, area.

Read the rest of the review here. Enjoy it this weekend. Have a great one! I’m in Montreal on vacation and will, of course, report back soon.

The Perils of Reviewing Theater

Persuasion is my favorite Jane Austen novel. That story of long-lost love being rediscovered is entirely too easy to swoon over, not to mention the supporting cast of characters is a hoot. So when I saw that my September review options for Centerstage included a musical adaptation of the book, I jumped on it. As Beth said, you can’t miss “Persuasion: The Musical!”

But oh how we should’ve missed it.

Beth drove three hours to visit me and see the play, and she said it was the worst play she’s ever seen. I felt so bad, although of course I couldn’t have known. It turned out to be a really expensively funded community theater production, with several shaky singing performances and one spectacularly bad acting and singing performance. Here’s an excerpt of the review:

Ms. Landis wrote the libretto for this adaptation, and even traveled to England to do research for it, so it is clear that this is a labor of love. Unfortunately, that love didn’t translate into a stronger performance, and enthusiasm alone can’t carry a play. This story deserves a passionate production, not a three and a half hour slog.

Three and a half hourrrrrrrrs. Nothing is that long. Maybe the Ring cycle. No one even does Shakespeare at that length anymore. Three and a half hours I will never get back.

The woman playing Anne, Barbara Landis, is the Artistic Director of the company, so she pretty clearly cast herself, but what she needed was someone to tell her no, you can write the libretto, you can pick the music, but you cannot play this part. We wondered if maybe she had an illness, because her movements and facial expressions were so odd that it seemed possible she didn’t have proper control over them. This would be terrible! To be slamming the performance of a woman who bravely overcame an illness or stroke. Except that there is no mention of that in the program, there is no indication that she is anything but well, so I have to go with the information I’m given. Based on that, it was a supremely narcissistic move to cast herself in a role she couldn’t possibly carry, and that is unfair to her cast, her crew, and her audience.

But also, she has all these accolades from past performances! (I Googled her.) She was in so many prestigious performances, as were many of her cast (several of whom were not at all up to the opera singing required). Who is casting these people? What are they seeing that I’m missing? Am I making a huge mistake in giving this a strongly negative review?

I’ve never run into this problem before. I’ve seen a couple shows that I wrote more negative than positive reviews for, but none that made me want to leave at intermission (I even texted my editor to see if I could do that, but let’s face it, that’s pretty unethical if you’re reviewing a show, to only see half of it). I was torn up about whether I should really lay into this play for being as bad as it was, and this actor in particular, or whether I should give some leeway. As you can see in the review, I devoted a whole third of my allotted words to pointing out the positives. But in the end, that’s all I could afford, because I ultimately saw it as more important to be honest, even brutally so, than to guess at motives and try and be nice. And maybe I’m out of step with the other reviewers in town, but I suppose that’s why we have so many: a reviewer for every taste.

Read the rest of the review here.

New Centerstage Review Up

Here’s a fun one for your weekend viewing: My Name is Mudd at the Viaduct. A non-linear production of zany antics and broad gestures, it’s about 75 minutes of laughs. Here’s an excerpt of my review:

“Mudd” succeeds by not taking itself too seriously while dealing with a serious topic, thus pushing the bounds of what historical theater can be. After all, you can go just about anywhere with a production when you start with six actors earnestly asking the newly widowed Mrs. Lincoln, “Yes, yes, but other than that, how did you like the play?”

You can read the rest of the review here. It’s a dudely play that didn’t give me a bad taste in my mouth — a rare and wondrous thing! Tickets are like $10, so enjoy.

New Centerstage Review Up

The House Theatre specializes in grandiose stories, generally involving a hugely ambitious main character and a lot of quick action. I’ve enjoyed The Attempters and All the Fame of Lofty Deeds, and I like the story of Cyrano de Bergerac, so I was excited to see Cyrano. Here’s an excerpt:

“Matt Hawkins’ adaption is a House Theatre production, a company infinitely familiar with the flamboyant confidence and ambitious drive associated with the word, so it will come as no surprise that ‘Cyrano’ has plenty of panache.”

You can read the rest of the review here.

Some additional thoughts:

The fighting was fantastic, like leap out of your seat and grab a sword to join in fantastic. The acting was great, too. Characters leaping on and off the grand piano in the center of the stage make for good visuals, but the actual songs played on the piano are mostly forgettable, except for the “fool in love” melody.

Mostly, I forget that the Cyrano story is not the plot of the Steve Martin movie Roxanne, no matter that the movie is loosely based on the original play. Roxanne is a comedy with a happy ending, and Cyrano is an often funny tragedy wherein most everyone dies. So manage your expectations on that front and you’ll be fine.

I have no idea why they chose Rasputin-like imagery for the poster and promotional materials. It doesn’t fit at all. Ah well.

New Centerstage Review Up and Vacation Announcement

I recommend you see “We Live Here” at Greenhouse Theater Center in Lincoln Park. It’s an original work, with eight authors contributing individual stories of their quintessential Chicago moments. It’s a snapshot of Chicagoans approaching 30, and as such the stories skew young. A couple stories hint at more experienced writers (a woman who miscarries several times, a man who lived in the Tree Studios when they were still artists’ living spaces and not chi-chi shops), but mostly the stories are about bike messengers, recent college grads, people making their first big move or recovering from their first big heartbreak. It’s about people starting out or just starting over, and as such it’s infused with an exciting energy. The cast is marvelous, and the nimble direction kept my eyes riveted to the stage. Here’s an excerpt of the review:

But perhaps the highest praise I can give for this show is that the next day, as I sat in a train car lurching along the el, I looked around the car and wondered what stories my fellow Chicagoans were just waiting to share.

You can read the rest of the review here.

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In other news, it’s vacation time! I’m headed to my last wedding of the summer and a beach house rental starting on Friday, and I can’t wait. I won’t be posting next week, so try not to pine away too much, and I’ll be back on August 23rd. Do come back then! Wouldn’t want to lose any of you lovely readers. Have a great week.

New Centerstage Review Up

Last week I reviewed The Swordswomen of San Gimignano at New Rock Theater. The large setpieces were far too stilted, and one of the main leads, Serafina, wasn’t comfortable in the role. But there were many entertaining scenes, and some good performances. I mention the buffoons in the review, but Ruffaelo (Almir Limaj) and Roberto (Mike Ardashnikov) are also a good comedic pair, with an easy rapport. Here’s an excerpt of the review:

“Swordswomen” is a comedy in the classic sense, which means we have lovers who need some help getting together, cross-dressings and misunderstandings, and hapless henchmen providing more insightful commentary than the main characters.

You can read the rest of the review here.

New Centerstage Review Up

Last week I saw Laer’s Last Prayer, which was not put on by a specific company but rather was the writing and directing project of one man, Stephen F. Murray. I find it difficult to review such personal projects (Like The Untangling at the Junction a few weeks ago), because any negative feedback seems particularly pointed since there’s one person bearing so much of the responsibility. Here’s an excerpt:

Stephen F. Murray’s “Laer’s Last Prayer” is a found poem made up of “King Lear,” “Twelfth Night,” biblical passages, and nursery rhymes. Laer (Elliott Fredland) reigns from a wheelchair, a senile old man tended to by his resentful son, Jack (Nick Lake), and his eager to please doctor, Kent (Brian Hurst).

You can read the rest of the review here.

I liked the idea of the play more than the actual execution. I tried to get at that a bit in the review by talking about the disconnect between absurdism and emotion. Any theater people out there want to tell me if that disconnect is ever bridged in Beckett-ish plays, or if the gap is purposeful?

New Centerstage Review Up

I reviewed a one-woman show, “Untangling at the Junction,” by Daaimah Mubashshir. It’s a semi-autobiographical show about being a queer Muslim woman in America, and it’s a great concept but a  rough show. It was frustrating to see her stumble over some lines, but it was fascinating to see a work in progress, one that she’s workshopping before taking it on the road. I really enjoyed the audience talkback, and Mubashshir and her director seemed interested in all of the suggestions. Here’s an excerpt of the review:

“The Untangling at The Junction” affords Chicagoans the rare opportunity to engage directly with the writer and director in a discussion about the play at hand. Daaimah Mubashshir’s one-woman show explores the intricacies of being queer and Muslim in America, in an often powerful performance.

You can read the rest here.