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Thursday, August 2, 2012

Reviews for the week of July 30, 2012

The Naked Stage presents The Turn of the Screw written by Jeffrey Hatcher.  Directed by Margaret M. Ledford and Staring: Matthew William Chizever and Katharine Amadeo. 

Design Team:  Lighting Design – Margaret M. Ledford;  Sound Design – Matt Corey;  Costume Design – Leslye Menshouse;  Set Design – Antonio Amadeo.


Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for the Florida Theatre On Stage.

Gather round the campfire whose glow barely keeps the darkness at bay and listen to master storytellers spin you a summer night’s ghost story.  There are no special effects, no makeup, no chainsaws, nothing but two actors, a couple of candles and the chilling truth that horror lies not in the sight of a blood-soaked maniac, but in the interior terror of the mind.

With the skill of an orchestra conductor, director Margaret M. Ledford has deftly wrought a world of half-shadows and whispers. She paces the evening masterfully, from Chizever’s slow delivery of passages like a connoisseur savoring the bouquet of a fine wine, to rapid-fire exchanges between angst-engorged characters, to the terror-fueled crescendo of  souls and minds twirling on the precipice of damnation and insanity.

Katherine Amadeo, as a sexually-repressed governess in 1872 England, smoothly traces the governess’ arc from a naïf confidently eager to meet a challenge to a terrified unhinged victim. As she descends, her visage and quavering voice mirror her imperiled soul under attack, exuding both strength and fragility.

Chizever pulls off the difficult trick of portraying four different characters. Several local actors have transformed from one personality to another in a split second. What Chizever accomplishes is making each so credible that you stop marveling at the acting and just forget it’s a young man playing a middle-aged domestic or a deeply disturbed boy.

Naked Stage, which has had so little finances that it has had to scrap some productions, makes a little go a long way. Nowhere is this more evident than in how Antonio Amadeo designs evocative settings in Barry University’s shoebox of a theater. Working in tandem with Ledford’s lighting, Amadeo has taken some molding, empty picture frames, an armchair and a staircase that leads nowhere to create a fully-realized world.

There is only one misstep. Chizever provides the sound effects of disembodied wails, the whoosh of a sudden draft and the ominous tolling of a clock’s gong. His sonorous baritone serves him well all night, even when imitating women and children. But for some reason, his noises ring so manufactured that they nearly elicit laughs.
 

Christine Dolen reviewed for the The Miami Herald:

Jeffrey Hatcher’s stage adaptation of James’ 1898 novella, first staged locally at New Theatre in 1998, utilizes just two actors, one to portray the ghost-haunted governess, the other in multiple roles.

The housekeeper, the governess, Miles and his mute younger sister Flora are ostensibly alone at Bly, the story’s gothic mansion. But all too soon, the governess begins spotting a man and a woman, as the children grow increasingly agitated. Is the woman Miss Jessel, the dead former governess? Is the man Peter Quint, Jessel’s sadistic lover, a man also among the departed? Or is the new governess inching toward madness?

For the audience, the answers to those questions barely matter. Turn of the Screw is all about atmosphere, mood and goosebumps. Director and lighting designer Ledford conjures all those things, in collaboration with Antonio Amadeo, whose predominantly gray period set keeps the focus on the expressive faces of the actor-storytellers; Leslye Menshouse, whose dark costumes do the same; and Matt Corey, whose sound design dials up the tension at key moments.


Michelle Petrucci reviewed the show for Broadway World  

As eerie candlelight dances across dark walls, two actors create an intensely creepy world that extends past the fourth wall and lures the audience into its chilling tale. With great use of theatrical magic, The Naked Stage manages to transform a tiny black box theatre into a grandiose haunted mansion with the use of slight shifts of light, simple blocking patterns and the dynamic believability of both actors.

The result is an absolute must-see piece of theatre. The Pelican Theatre is located on the campus of Barry University in Miami Shores and “The Turn of the Screw” runs through August 12th




The Mad Cat Theatre Company presents The Hamlet Dog and Pony Show by Jessica Farr and Paul Tei.  Directed by Paul Tei and Staring: Ken Clement, Troy Davidson, Giordan Diaz, Jessica Farr, Carey Brianna Hart, Christopher A. Kent, Emilie Papp, Theo Reyna, and Brian Sayre.

Design Team: Lighting Design – Melissa Santiago Keenan;  Sound Designer and Composer – Matt Corey;  Costume Design – Leslye Menshouse Davidson;  Set Design – Sean McClelland.


Christine Dolen reviewed for the The Miami Herald:

The bones of William Shakespeare’s great tragedy are visible in The Hamlet Dog and Pony Show, Jessica Farr and Paul Tei’s ambitious deconstruction of a world theater classic. Yet this Mad Cat Theatre Company take on Hamlet has had so much work done – the dramatic equivalent of Botox, a facelift, some anti-aging human growth hormone – that the play at its core is sometimes buried under an avalanche of ideas.

The script by Tei (who has staged the production) and Farr (who plays German playwright Heiner Müller as a Cabaret-influenced manipulative narrator) is actually a mash-up of Shakespeare, Müller’s postmodern 1977 drama Die Hamletmaschine ( The Hamletmachine) and the Mad Cat duo’s 21st century take on the drama’s characters and ideas. It incorporates a DJ (the recorded voice of Dave Corey), a Skype version of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern (Erik Fabregat and Ralph de la Portilla), live musicians (Christopher Kent playing guitar and bass, Brian Sayre on percussion), singing, texting, a snippet of a poetry slam and the roaming, disembodied voice of Hamlet’s dead father (James Samuel Randolph).

The emotionally deadened Hamlet (Troy Davidson) is now the nephew/stepson of the American President Claudius (Ken Clement). He’s the guy who murdered Hamlet’s father and married Hamlet Sr.’s newly widowed Gertrude (Carey Brianna Hart). Claudius’ advisor Polonius, the vice-president, is a hand puppet operated and voiced by Clement, who utters those lines in a bad Cuban-accented English. Ophelia (Emilie Paap), Polonius’ flame-haired adopted daughter, is the moody object of Hamlet’s affections. Her bro Laertes (Giordan Diaz) is clearly crushing on her too. Hamlet’s best bud Horatio (Theo Reyna) and various minor characters like a hot-shot actor and an Irish gravedigger (Kent plays those and others) round out the cast.

Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for the Florida Theatre On Stage.

Theater should not be safe, comforting and familiar; it should be an unsettling stimulus for a fresh examination of life and society. Conventional expectations be damned.

This Hamlet is a stylized mashup of Shakespeare, Brecht and 21st Century performance art that examines existentialism versus nihilism by setting the vacillating Dane in a fantasia of modern American politics and power.

Like an atom careening around a chain reaction, it is by turns inventive, self-indulgent, exciting, boring, and, above all, sometimes insightful, sometimes incomprehensible. In other words, it’s a mess. An undeniably entertaining mess, a decidedly thought-provoking mess, but a mess.

Farr and Tei deserve laurels for shoving past mainstream strictures with intelligence and a unique artistic sensibility. Doubtless, Farr and Tei can explain the relevance of every moment to its themes. But the relevance isn’t vaguely perceptible to the audience in many moments and even long stretches. Perpetual clarity is hardly a necessary element of theater, but for this dinosaur of a critic, the audience’s comprehension even on an unconscious or visceral level is part of the artistic equation if you want them to connect to your piece.

For instance, one scene features a Cuban-American Laertes whipping up a crowd at a street rally in Miami attended by the Anglo Horatio. The two argue through bullhorns whether Spanish women received proper credit for financing the American Revolution, illustrating a clash of xenophobias. That’s a fascinating historical tidbit and a rare depiction of interracial politics in modern Miami. But it’s relevance to this specific play is murky and goes on far too long if all it’s doing is reflecting a tumultuous social background.

Many of the staging ideas are delicious, such as Hamlet texting his “doubt truth to be a liar” love letter to Ophelia’s cell phone. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Skyped in. Secretary of State Polonius is a hand puppet operated by the venal President Claudius. Some ideas, though, go too far such as burying the German emcee under an accent so thick that we can’t understand her.
 

Ron Levitt reviewed the show for ENV Magazine

There are several words which come to mind in order to fairly critique Mad Cat Theatre’s world premiere of The Hamlet Dog and Pony Show, the 2012 version of Shakespeare’s great tragedy brought to life here by playwrights Jessica Farr and talented South Florida writer/actor Paul Tei. The first is “theatre” and the second is “intellectual.”

As “theatre” this two and a half hour show meets a lot of the criteria to entertain with a galaxy of unexpected items -music, sound, video projections, irreverent lingo, the use of cellphones, puppets; –you name it! Tei , who also directed and Farr, who has a major role among the acting crew, utilize just about everything theatrical as they deconstruct Shakespeare and attempt to bring the Bard’s hero from Elsinmore into the current decade. From, the very beginning, the audience is aware that all of the action is taking place in a big tent, reminiscent of a circus, Even, the final moments of the play are unexpected and laugh-inducing as a movie show lists the “screen credits.” There is little doubt the playwrights are attempting to put the Great Dane into our Century and amidst American politics with references to Bush’s “NO (insert a word) BE LEFT BEHIND,” the second amendment guarantee allowing anyone to carry a gun, other U.S. Constitutional and legal rights, the Cuban influx to Miami and a variety of euphemisms and local connections.

Yes, theatrically The Hamlet Dog and Pony Show has something for almost everyone!

On the other hand, comes the subject of intellect. Just how much of Hamlet must one recall from his or her high school or college literature class? You may recall the characters’ names, even some ofthe plot, but is this enough to keep its audience in memory mode? And even if you recall the Bard’s character, do you know anything about Heiner Mueller, who (along with Shakespeare) inspired Farr/Tei to write The Hamlet Dog and Pony Show. The playbill actually spelled his name Muller (without the Eor simple E WITH A DOUBLE PERIOD ATOP -rare on most American typewriters to be fair),ls it a possibility they purposely misspelled the name of their inspiration? Mueller (with an E) was a lending 20th century German writer/essayist/dramatist who wrote the mind-bending The Hamletmachine, and gained fame among the literary/political set for his power packed resistance to what was happening in his homeland some 30 years before the reality ofthe pre-world war Eurostate.

Certainly, some knowledge of Mueller would be helpful in understand what Farr/Tei had in mind when they created The Hamlet Dog and Pony Show. (Mueller also used music, sound, double and triple entendres, and references to make his points explosively while using the Hamlet connection.) Credit Farr/Tei for following in such respected feet, But, seriously, will the audience get it? Maybe I underestimate the intellect ofthe local aUQience! …. The Hamlet Dog and Pony Show wraps up Mad Cat Theatre’s 12th season since its founding by the irreverent genius TeL His press material says this play asks the age old question -To Be or Not To Be? -how valid is today’s society in dealing with its problems.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Reviews for the week of July 23, 2012

The Katumba Theatre Project and Empire Stage presents Baby GirL, Written and Directed by Kim Ehly.  Starring:  Sally Bondi, Clay Cartland, Miki Edelman, David R. Gordon, Noah Levine, Nori Tecosky. Jessica Welch, and featuring Lindsey Forgey as ASHLEY.  Design Team: Lighting Design – Nate Sykes;  Sound Design – David Hart;  Costume Design – Kim Ehly.

John Thomason reviewed the show for NewTimes

At Empire Stage, the ability to accomplish so much with so few resources never ceases to amaze, no matter which theater company is renting out the space. Kim Ehly's Baby Girl, conceived at a New York City writer's workshop just after 9/11, has finally received a full-fledged production at the intimate Fort Lauderdale space, courtesy of Ehly's Kutumba Theatre Project.

It's something close to magic that Baby Girl not only works but excels with just eight cast members, a mostly bare-walled set, and static props limited to a bed, a sofa, a beat-up desk, and some movable pedestals. No matter — this is a transportive, original piece of stagecraft that rewards our imagination and always keeps us on our toes.

As Ehly's surrogate, Lindsey Forgey is a natural comedian and a performer of effortless talent; ditto to Clay Cartland and Noah Levine, the versatile young actors who play many of the men who populate her life (most of the supporting cast members play upward of five characters). The rest of the ensemble play off one another like a perfectly oiled machine, with Bondi's spastic exuberance connecting her pivotal roles as both of Ashley's mothers.

A comedy that lurches unexpectedly and effectively into a thriller, Baby Girl has resonated with the same-sex couples who have so far made up the majority of its packed-to-capacity run. Its references to South Florida institutions like Lester's and the Peter Pan Diner will bring smiles of recognition across all swaths of the audience. And David Hart's sound design, with its milieu-capturing audio samples and eclectic song selection, helps make the small assemblage of uncomfortable-looking furniture feel, ultimately, like a home.

Ron Levitt reviewed the show for Florida Media News

One would expect Baby Girl, the story of a young gay woman coming out and also searching for her birthmother  currently at the Empire Stage here - to be a drama. it has has all the makings of high excitement expected in a tear-jerking presentation!

Ehly could well be the star in this production, though she is not on stage.  The playwright – known locally as an outstanding young actress – lets loose with a pack full of comic moments while writing a play about one’s identity, only to  find her “family”  may be closer than one expects.   Her language as a playwright is outstanding,.

A powerful Lindsey Forgey plays Ashley ( the notable  narrator /alter ego of Ehly)  in this tear- and smile inducing two act play and is the center of attention from the first moment the stage lights go on.  What she eventually finds is that her closest friends and an unexpected finale finally leads her to what ‘family” really means.  Amid the chuckles and smiles of Ehly’s realistic  language is enough pathos to bring a tear to one’s eye.

Baby Girl is filled with acting prowess as a seven-person cast take  on some 26  roles admirably.

Sally Bondi, as both the birth-mom and adoptive parent , has some of the most telling moments. She beams with energy in both roles, alongside husbands played by David R. Gordon, Empire’s producer who proves he is an adept actor as well as entrepreneur /businessman.

Clay Cortland and Noah Levine shine in several roles as hunky males, providing some of the X-rated, intimate moments on stage.  Add (in) veteran actress Miki Edelman and newcomers - a comedic talent named  Jessica Welch and especially charming Nori Tecosky, who has her own Outre Theatre Company --  and you have the makings of an A-One ensemble tackling a right-on-target situation representing life accurately.

Ehly takes us through several decades, notably the 70s, 89s and 90s at several locations including Fort Lauderdale, Seattle and Jacksonville – times and areas in which the heroine Ashley discovers herself while seeking ‘family.”

Sound-man David Hart deserves special mention as he inserts melodies of each decade as the actors tell this vibrant story of self-discovery.


The Adrienne Arsht Center presents The Donkey Show.  Starring:  Stephanie Chisholm, Leah Verier-Dunn, Inger Hanna, Rudi Goblen, Derick Pierson, Shira Abergel, and Jimmy Alex.  Choreography by Rosie Herrera.
Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for the Florida Theatre On Stage.

Reviewing The Donkey Show is irrelevant. The immersive multi-media experience at the Arsht Center joyfully cross-dressing as spectacle-drenched theater is about surrender, not analysis.

The Donkey Show is the Arsht’s attempt to lure a younger, broader, more diverse audience into what some might call theater, but it’s really theatrically enhanced performance art. Set in a sensory overload environment evoking Studio 54, the show is a hybrid of circus, karaoke, dance, light and sound. It’s loud, infectious, silly. Is it fun? Absolutely. Entertaining? You bet. Theater? I’ll go out on a trapeze hanging from the ceiling and say no. Narrative or theme isn’t even secondary; it’s tertiary.

The hour-long  “play”  is bookended by 45 minutes in which the performers cavort with the audience as a DJ spins Barry White, Chic and The Bee Gees. Don’t leave before the cast does a post-show kick-butt kick line to Inger Hanna’s scorching rendition of “It’s Raining Men.”  The overall experience is overwhelming and, if you allow it, thoroughly satisfying.

The six-figure production has thrown in strobes, smoke machines, bubble dispensers, everything but the kitchen sink and that’s likely because there wasn’t enough time to find one. They’ve even secured the services of Harry Wayne Casey, the local resident who founded KC and the Sunshine Band, to participate opening night and during the last two Sunday performances as an auxiliary emcee/enabler.

A couple of performers in the 20-member cast have acting credits although those skills weren’t called upon. What every member brought was an unflagging enthusiasm and energy that seduced even the stoniest audience member. The performers all pose and style better than Madonna’s backup boys in “Vogue” (although dancing in sync with each other seemed beyond their reach).

First among equals, certainly the most noticeable, is Miami-based Stephanie Chisholm as Tytania. Tall, lithe and wearing hot pants, mask, a gossamer cape and butterfly pasties, she marched around the stage with a regal air appropriate to the Queen of the Fairies. She delivered the high point of the show when Tytania is hoisted above the crowd in a cargo net and gyrates in various aerial acrobatics, sometimes barely hanging on with one limb. Another standout is local actress Shira Abergel who brings the strongest voice in the cast to the music.

Christine Dolen reviewed the show for the The Miami Herald:

Call it immersive theater, interactive theater, environmental theater — whatever rings your bell. Label it or don’t, but know that The Donkey Show, the big summer deal at Miami’s Adrienne Arsht Center for the Performing Arts, isn’t like any other version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream you’ve ever seen.

How much of Shakespeare’s story you extract depends on several factors: how well you know the original, how carried away you get dancing to songs like YMCA and You Sexy Thing, and how many of the club’s $10 drinks you consume. But craft and cleverness, artistry and humor are all at work in The Donkey Show, and Shakespeare’s tale of love misguided and requited, the malleability of identity and a sexually charged fantasy world gets played out in a novel way.

What’s particularly impressive is how unrecognizable the performers are when they switch from male to female roles, and how quickly they go back and forth. Kudos to Abergel, Chisholm, Leah Verier-Dunn and Carolina Pozo, along with Luis Cuevas as Dr. Wheelgood (aka Puck on Rollerskates), Felix Sama as DJ Rudolph Valentino (Rudi Goblen assumes the role for the rest of the run) and singer Inger Hanna, who belts a fierce It’s Raining Men as a post-show treat.

Chisholm’s Tytania embodies the sensuality of The Donkey Show, wearing nothing more than tiny butterfly pasties, shiny shorts, boots and a mask as she stretches and twists her long limbs, executing Janos Novak’s aerial choreography above the pulsing crowd. Along with two performers who have been transformed into a donkey (well, a donkey with an Afro), she also plays out the X-rated reference in the show’s double entendre title, though the scene is staged in such a way that it’s barely R-rated.

To purists, The Donkey Show probably comes off as faux Shakespeare and faux disco. But whatever this immersive-interactive-environmental thing is, it’s genuine fun.

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Play reviews for the week of July 16, 2012

Gable Stage in Miami presents Race by David Mamet.  Directed by Joseph Adler and starring:  Joe Kimble, Ethan Henry, Gregg Weiner, and Jade Wheeler.  Design Team: Set Design - Lyle Baskin;  Costume Design – Ellis Tillman.

Mia Leonin reviewed the show for the The Miami herald:
Drama is an inquiry into racial guilt

Racism and the pursuit of justice seem to be two sides of the same coin, forever spinning in our nation’s media and consciousness. For this reason, a play about race will always be timely. For example, just as David Mamet’s latest play, Race, hits South Florida stages , local headlines chronicle the legacy of Rodney King, as well as the ongoing case of Trayvon Martin, an unarmed African-American teen who was shot by George Zimmerman, a neighborhood watch volunteer.

Race is always relevant. Playwright David Mamet knows this — the play debuted on Broadway 3 1/2 years ago — and so does Joe Adler, producing director of GableStage, where Race runs through Aug. 5. Adler directs this thought-provoking and often hilarious drama with a keen ear for its deft dialogue and searing innuendo.


Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for Florida Theatre On Stage.

Director Joe Adler and his quartet of actors deftly serve an overflowing plate of ideas to chew over. Mamet, indulging his increasingly conservative bent, doesn’t just tease the constipation that political correctness has imposed on social relations but savagely rips it apart. It’s not very palatable theology for us bleeding heart liberals but it’s hard to argue with his concern that the pendulum has swung way past rational thought.

Mamet posits that an ultra-wealthy white client (Joe Kimble) has been charged with raping a young black woman in a hotel room. The client claims this was a consensual episode in a long-time relationship and he is asking for help from the high-powered law firm of two veterans of negotiating legal swamps, a white lawyer (Gregg Weiner) and his black partner of 20 years (Ethan Henry). Watching intently is an eager, black and beautiful law review grad (Jade Wheeler) who dutifully soaks up the partners’ observations.

Every time the lawyers spar, the question is rarely about the merits of evidence but how jurors will evaluate that evidence in the prism of racial politics. These men long ago jettisoned idealistic pushback against pragmatism. To them, deeply ingrained, almost unconscious prejudices of juries (and by extension, society) are not something to waste time bemoaning, only realities to exploit.


Chris Joseph wrote about the show for the Miami New Times:

The story begins with a visit from the deep-pocketed Strickland, who has already been to a rival law office but claims it wasn't suited for his case. He reveals with uncommon frankness that he wants to be represented by a firm with a black lawyer, all the while insisting on his innocence.

The facts of the case — Strickland's accuser claims the two were in his hotel suite when he raped her, a tale backed by the sworn testimony of two credible witnesses who say they heard the crime — serve little purpose other than to lay out Mamet's goal, which is: Let's everybody talk about black folks and white folks
Brown, while loathing his racist client, gives Strickland his full effort, stating that facts — not his emotions or personal opinions — will win them this case.


Roger Martin reviewed the show for the Miami ArtZine:

Mamet writes with wit and an eye-opening handle on “Justice” and director Joe Adler and his terrific cast pick up every nuance, making a talky play (and that's not a bad thing) a shining one act that may not make you a better person but will surely make you pause before you speak.

Henry, Kimble and Wheeler handle their roles well, they're always believable, always ratcheting the tension, but, damn, it's just plain hard to stand out on stage when you're sharing it with Gregg Weiner. He plays senior partner Jack Lawson, the meat role. Sure he has the most stage time, but even if he were playing the mail clerk you'd want to hang on his every little word.




The Katumba Theatre Project and Empire Stage presents Baby GirL, Written and Directed by Kim Ehly.  Starring:  Sally Bondi, Clay Cartland, Miki Edelman, David R. Gordon, Noah Levine, Nori Tecosky. Jessica Welch, and featuring Lindsey Forgey as ASHLEY                      .  Design Team: Lighting Design – Nate Sykes;  Sound Design – David Hart;  Costume Design – Kim Ehly.

Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for Florida Theatre On Stage.

For all the worries about South Florida theater, one encouraging sign is the emergence of tiny companies bent on producing thoughtful and entertaining evenings of theater with little more on the balance sheet than intelligence, imagination and enthusiasm.

Which brings us to the pleasant surprise that is Kim Ehly’s touching and rollicking play Baby GirL, the inaugural effort of her newly-minted Kutumba Theatre Project in association with Empire Stage in Fort Lauderdale.

When the lights first rise, we are greeted by the beaming visage of our narrator and heroine, Ashley (the winning Lindsey Forgey at her most genial). Ehly and Forgey escort us through Ashley’s problematic upbringing. She is assured she is special because she was chosen by her parents, not the result of an accident of birth. But her mother perpetually communicates her disinterest with chilly comments that are both funny and upsetting at the same time. As Ashley grows up, she exhibits not so subtle signs of her incipient sexuality, intentionally selected by Ehly to be such stereotypes as passing her Barbie dolls unopened to her best friend. She opts for obvious stereotypes so that the family’s blindness is funny in itself.

The other actors play multiple roles, relishing the absurd stretches in characterizations that they slip on and off, such as Nori Tecosky and Jessica Welch portraying lovers, friends and bed partners. Noah Levine and Clay Cartland, in particular, deliver a rogue’s gallery of wacky and whacked out friends and relatives. But the true chameleon of the group is the old hand Miki Edelman who skillfully delineates five distinct women ranging from a nasty embittered aunt to a nurturing grandmother. It’s not just that the characters are all separate entities, but every one is believable even when they’re meant to border on being cartoonish.


Michelle F. Solomon reviewed the show for the Miami ArtZine:

The seven supporting actors have a lot of work to do as each plays multiple roles as characters weave in and out of Ashley’s life, but Ehly handles this with skill and does her audience a great service by having her narrator guide us through where each of the characters fits in. Credit to the playwright for having this work so seamlessly as Ashley gently steps out of a scene to introduce it, speaking to the audience directly, then easily weaves back into the scene.

The soundtrack of Ashley’s life, set to music such as the aforementioned “Grease,” and pop hits like Culture Club and other ‘80s and ‘90s music, figures prominently in the play, too, much like the soundtrack to a John Hughes film. Ehly uses this to her advantage as it helps to move the story through different time periods.


Rod Stafford Hagwood wrote about the show for Sun-Sentinel.

South Florida-based playwright Kim Ehly (who also directed) has really written is a comedy. And it's a good one, maybe even an excellent one with a little tinkering here and there, this being the inaugural effort of Ehly's Kutumba Theatre Project.

But "Baby GirL" is blessed with offbeat humor, sly insight and a beating heart. Even better, Ehly scored a lead actor with charisma to spare in Lindsey Forgey, who plays the protagonist/narrator Ashley with alternating wide-eyed wonder and WTF resignation. Oh, yeah, there is some not-so-bad adult content here, too.

"Baby GirL" is not just another strident, woe-is-me coming-out story. It's about finding – constructing, really – a family.

Friday, July 20, 2012

Musical reviews for the week of July 16, 2012

The Arts Garage in Delray Beach presents Cabaret Verboten, Written and Directed by Jeremy Lawrence.  Starring:  Pierre Tannous, Wayne LeGette, Lourelene Snedeker, and Alexa Green.  Design Team: Lighting and Set Design – Stephen Placido ;  Musical Direction – Michael Yannette ; Costume Design – Erin Stearns Amico.


Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for Florida Theatre On Stage.

Freely adapting English translations of satirical cabaret turns of the period, playwright Jeremy Lawrence also has directed four skilled performers in an evocation of a soulless society dancing on a precipice as a bulldozer inexorably approaches to shovel them over the edge. The air is putrid with the sulphurous smell of rotten eggs.

This sardonic and carnal recreation of a Weimar cabaret isn’t the light musical fare Floridians are accustomed to seeing in the summer. Many intelligent discerning theatergoers will flat out hate this show. But an equal number will be intrigued and fascinated if not enraptured by the abyss-dark humor and timely political comment. For them, this is courageous gutsy programming.

If you’re not alienated at some point, odds are you’re not paying attention. But the point is to upset, to unnerve. It achieves that goal so well that many times the audience musters only a smattering of applause – partly because the songs don’t have a button just a last verse, but mostly because people can’t allow themselves to applaud a love song to Attila the Hun cloaking a character’s reverence for Adolph Hitler.

Christine Dolen reviewed the show for the The Miami Herald:
‘Cabaret Verboten’ retains its Weimar-era sting

Cabaret Verboten, directed, revised and slightly updated with contemporary references by its creator, should be a perfect fit with its four-person cast and three musicians. After all, where better to present an in-your-face revue than in a place where the performers can stroll among the tables, sometimes getting unsettlingly up close and personal? But Cabaret Verboten, 2012 edition, proves a hit-and-miss affair.

The show’s songs and sketches are largely translations of material written between 1920 and 1935 by lyricists and composers including Mischa Spoliansky, Marcellus Schiffer, Friedrich Hollaender, Hanns Eisler and Bertolt Brecht. And some of the pieces – particularly The Stock Exchange Song (1921), Stampsong (1929), There’s a Draft (1932), The Lavender Song (1920), The Ballad of Paragraph 218 (1931) and The Jews Are All to Blame (1931) – are still disturbing and thought-provoking. Their topics — greedy bankers, jobless citizens, clashing politics, same-sex relationships, abortion, anti-Semitism —have contemporary resonance, retaining a bite that stings.

Lawrence’s minimal updates, however, stick out like a sore thumb. Or maybe a bad bratwurst. A sketch titled Lost: One Small Dachshund works in a reference to strapping a dog to the roof of a car (hello, Mitt Romney) and has cast member Alexa Green donning glasses and speaking with a Sarah Palin accent, don’t ya know. That material sounds like a reject from a show by the Capitol Steps, the company that specializes in of-the-moment political satire.

Except for Pierre Tannous, a fairly recent college grad making his professional debut, the cast is made up of experienced pros who know how to sell the material.

Michelle F. Solomon reviewed the show for the Miami ArtZine:


This is also a show where the actors must understand the material, otherwise they can leave an audience dumbfounded. Thumbs up to this ensemble as this is a difficult show to perform for sure.

Wayne LeGette, who has won two Carbonell Awards and has a host of nominations for his outstanding performances in South Florida, plays the smarmy emcee. He also doubles as different characters throughout the show and in many sketches. However, his emcee dripped with such one-note sarcasm throughout, the portrayal rendered the character unlikeable. LeGette fared much better in the ensemble parts. His duet with Pierre Tannous in The Snag was a wonderful display, bringing to mind the famous (and difficult) “Who’s On First” routine from Abbott and Costello.

Tannous, a recent graduate of Palm Beach Atlantic University, kept up with the more experienced cast. He has one of the most challenging sketches early on, the hard sell Take It Off Petronella, a cross-dressers strip tease, but he performed it with panache.

Equally fearless is Alexa Green who has to sashay her way around the Cabaret “hall” for a provocative number that requires her to act as temptress to the men in the audience. (Some liked it hot, some didn’t.)

Veteran actress Lourelene Snedeker is the stand out of the cast. She’s absolutely frantic and fun as a woman addicted to shopping in The Kleptomaniac, and commands the stage in her solo, sprawled out on a settee as she sings about her vices in Shag Tobacco.



The Actors’ Playhouse in Miami presents Real Men Sing Show Tunes…and play with puppets, by Paul Louis and Nick Santa Maria.  Directed by David Arisco and features:  Stephen G. Anthony, Paul Louis, and Nick Santa Maria.  Design Team:  Props – Jodi Dellaventura ;  Musical Direction - Manny Schvartzman;  Costume Design – Ellis Tillman;  Puppet Design - Paul Louis and Nick Santa Maria.


Howard Cohen wrote about the show for the The Miami Herald:
‘Real Men Sing Show Tunes’ and make theater safe for men in hilarious Coral Gables musical premiere
Think of the sketch-driven Real Men Sing Show Tunes as an episode of Saturday Night Live in which practically all the sketches work. If that sounds impossible — there’s such a thing as an SNL in which all the sketches work? — then you will begin to realize how sharp the writing is and how important the deft and daft stage work of director David Arisco is in making this production work as well as it does with its ingenious use of puppets, props and lighting.

The musical is basically a madcap romp through the stages of manhood: what it takes to be a man and how to juggle all the balls modern men must contend with such as fatherhood, dating, marriage, sexuality and the lack of it, and pending senior moments.

Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for Florida Theatre On Stage.


The writers have violated the double secret probation pledge that we men take in puberty never to reveal the deepest, darkest secrets of our sex, namely life-long confusion, anxiety and fear. They’re the same kind of secrets we know you women all pledge not to reveal, like the one that you really can read our minds.

The skits, often the weakest parts of any revue, are pretty sturdy. One of the funniest features Anthony trying to hold forth with some guys in a bar about manly subjects he knows nothing about such as the baseball season, new car models and appliance repair. We’ve all been there.

Arisco and company have a wonderful quirky visual sense. Prop mistress Jodi Dellaventura provides a hilarious procession of items for Santa Maria to find in the old toy box of an adult son who has moved away in “That’s My Boy.”

And then there’s the puppets. Louis and Santa Maria have been involved for years in puppetry through professional children’s theater. As a result, the show is graced with a score of creatures ranging from a tiny finger figure to a 10-foot tall Grim Reaper. As with Avenue Q, the Sesame Street-like puppets designed by Louis and built by Louis and costume designer Ellis Tillman are often both furry and filthy such as three buxom Hooters waitresses.

A tip of the hat is due musical director, arranger and pianist Manny Schvartzman, who has helmed several shows recently for Slow Burn Theatre Company in Boca Raton. Also due credit (and barely mentioned in the program) is the busy backstage crew and assistant puppeteers Gaby Macias, Kris Cardenas and Andrew Arisco.



The Palm Beach Dramaworks presents The Fantasticks by Tom Jones and Harvey Schmidt.  Directed by J. Berry Lewis and starring: Jim Ballard, Jennifer Molly Bell, Cliff Burgess, Tangi Colombel, Dennis Creaghan, Cliff Goulet, Jacob Heimer, and Barry Tarallo.  Design Team: Lighting Design – John Hall;  Musical Direction – Craig D. Ames;  Costume Design – Brian O'Keefe.


John Thomason reviewed the show for the Broward/Palm Beach New Times :


Until this past weekend, I had never seen a production of The Fantasticks — a startling omission from any theater critic's résumé. The Fantasticks, after all, is billed as "the world's longest-running musical," having played for 42 straight years and more than 17,000 performances in its first off-Broadway run. It has been adapted for film and television, has been produced in 67 countries, and is a high-school theater and summer-stock staple.

The show's egalitarian success is owed to the seemingly simple choreography and minimalist set design and musical score, which can be reproduced by just about any community theater without breaking the bank. For Palm Beach Dramaworks, which is known for its lavish scenic designs and exceptional rendering of difficult classics, to produce a show like this is akin to
Martin Scorsese directing an episode of Two and Half Men. Weird, but it would probably be the best Two and Half Men episode you've ever seen.

Michelle F. Solomon reviewed the show for the Miami ArtZine:
A Delightful Journey At Palm Beach DramaWorks


Then there is the play itself, which overtly gives nods to classic theater: the Greeks, Shakespeare and Commedia dell’Arte. The musical is based on Edmond Rostand’s 1864 French play, Les Romanesques, which also borrowed many conventions from a variety of periods in theatrical history. Theater buffs will find these references clever, while those with less knowledge will simply delight in the play's construction.

There are so many perfections in the Palm Beach Dramaworks' production, but perhaps where it shines the most is under the direction of J. Barry Lewis and the musical direction of Craig D. Ames. The pair shows mastery here of what resounds as a complete understanding of the Tom Jones and Harvey Schmidt musical. There are so many beautiful nuances that are crafted into this play and those that mount productions (you can imagine that there have been many, from community to high school theater productions, over the years) without taking these into consideration end up with something far less satisfying.

Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for Florida Theatre On Stage.
For the 34 people who have never seen the show, The Fantasticks is a two-act confection about innocence and experience. It became the world’s longest running musical with a meld of simplicity and sophistication, charm and chastening, sentiment and clear-eyed criticism. Jones and Schmidt, lovers of commedia delle’arte, ritual and stylized theatricality, wrote a universalized fable of young callow lovers whose idealized adoration is tested by harsh realities, yet emerges from the crucible with a mature abiding love that, indeed, triumphs over all.

Jones’ unabashedly poetical words are as lyrical as Schmidt’s unique music. Both simultaneously celebrate and tease the foibles of fallible human beings. They can be as witty as the fathers bemoaning their children’s willfulness compared to a garden’s reliability in “Plant a Radish,” ranging to the bittersweet rue of the standard “Try to Remember.”

With unflagging energy, the entire cast throws itself fearlessly and without a shred of self-consciousness into a tale of sentiment that would curdle at the hint of a wink. When the girl enthuses aloud, “I hug myself ‘til my arms turn blue,” it takes a committed actress to deliver such lines unblinkingly. Most (but not all) of the actors were in sync with Schmidt’s musical rhythms, but the exceptions will likely find the groove within a day or two. Thanks to Lewis, they never lose focus and remain honest in every moment.

Jan Sjostrom reviewed the show for the Palm Beach Daily News:

Dramaworks’ craftmanship exalts ‘The Fantasticks,’ world’s longest-running musical

The production is anchored by the magnificent Jim Ballard, playing El Gallo, the story’s mysterious master of ceremonies and villain. He’s a commanding presence, and his rich baritone voice invigorates all his tunes, but especially the old chestnut Try to Remember.

Jennifer Molly Bell unites Luisa’s breathless romanticism with a keen sense of the ridiculous and a clarion soprano. Jacob Heimer brings a soon-to-be dashed assurance and a clear tenor to Matt.

Among the production’s chief delights are the comic characters. Cliff Burgess as The Mute manages the minimalist props with grace and humor. Cliff Goulet as Matt’s father Hucklebee and Barry Tarallo as Luisa’s father Bellomy play the buffoons with panache, and display considerable song and dance skills in Never Say No and Plant a Radish. They set the story in motion by pretending to feud to induce their rebellious children to fall in love and then hiring El Gallo as an accomplice to their scheme.

The comic pairing of Dennis Creaghan as Henry, an over-the-hill actor El Gallo employs, and Tangi Colombel as Henry’s sidekick, Mortimer, is perfection. They’re the ones who emerge from and return to a trunk, by the way.

Hap Erstein reviewed the show for the Palm Beach Post:

Try to remember … a musical as enchanting and enduring as this

As with the more complex Into the Woods, the first act ends happily, only to be followed by a darker, more cynical second half. Matt goes off to experience the cruel world while Luisa stays home and falls into El Gallo’s clutches.

Lewis does not skimp on the show’s dark tones, but he also embraces its abundant comic relief. Barry Tarallo and Cliff Goulet all but steal the show as the two sage, but clownish fathers, capably handling the evening’s two vaudeville song-and-dance turns, Never Say No and Plant a Radish.

Despite his frequent scowl and the show’s cynical edge, Dramaworks’ take on The Fantasticks still manages to disarm us. Maybe that is the magic trick, the creation of enchantment without seeming to chase after it.

 

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Show reviews for the week of June 25, 2012

Broward Stage Door Theatre presents Backwards In High Heels by Lynnette Barkley and Christopher McGovern.  Directed by Dan Kelley and featuring: Kelly Skidmore, Nicole Davey, Kate Scott, Ryan Lingle, Jake Delany, and Jonathon Van Dyke. Design Team: Lighting Design – Ardeau Landhuis;  Musical Direction – David Nagy; Costume Design – Jerry Sturdefant.

Christine Dolen reviewed the show for the The Miami Herald:
McGovern’s script, which isn’t always crystal clear, tells the story of the driven woman who was born Virginia Katherine McMath in 1911. Her parents didn’t stay together long, and her mother Lela tried making it in Hollywood as a screenwriter but soon found her life’s calling: micromanaging the life and career of the daughter who rechristened herself “Ginger.”

Director Dan Kelley and choreographer Yoav Levin smoothly convey Rogers’ story, punctuating it with one dazzling dance number after another. Musical director Dave Nagy, bass player Martha Spangler and percussionist Julie Jacobs supply the live music so critical to the give-and-take between singers and musicians. Costume designer Jerry Sturdefant, lighting designer Ardeau Landhuis and Stage Door’s scenic designers largely keep the show’s palette in black, white and grays, appropriate for a star whose movie legacy was captured in black and white.

Nicole Davey sketches miniature portraits of several stars – Merman, Bette Davis, Marlene Dietrich, Katharine Hepburn – and emerges as the show’s solid comedienne. Ryan Lingle is a persuasive suitor-turned-scoundrel as Rogers’ first husband, Jack Culpepper, but his Jimmy Stewart bears no resemblance to the affable star. Jake Delany gets the Astaire role, but he looks, sounds and moves nothing like the legendary dancer-choreographer, and Skidmore handily out-dances him. Jonathan Van Dyke, like the other guys, contributes in a variety of roles.




Empire Stage presents Love Scenes by David Pumo.  Directed by Donna Jean Fogel and features Moe Bertran.  Lighting Design - Nate Sykes.

Rod Stafford Hagwood reviewed the show for the Sun-Sentinel
Written by David Pumo, the one-man show doesn’t spark until the third scene. But from that moment on, it’s a laugh-a-minute gallop through all sorts of gay relationships, each one getting its own monologue. To be sure, poignant points are scored, but it’s the zingers that linger.

Don’t think for a moment that the late-coming “wow” factor is due to a meandering attack by actor Moe Bertran, who has performed the show across the country and even aboard Atlantis Events’ gay cruises. It is not. It’s just that those first scenes seem to have very little new or particularly interesting to offer. In the first, an inebriated man crashes his ex-lover’s wedding to a woman. In the next, a Broadway director (staging Grease 2, of all things) slyly confronts the dancer with whom his partner is having an affair.

He hardly misses a beat as he transitions from a street hustler lamenting an S&M-tinged adventure (“the way he tied a knot, he must have been a Boy Scout or something”) to a political activist (“We’re here. We’re queer. We design the clothes you wear”) relaying the story behind his first male kiss … at a Barbra Streisand concert, no less.

Finally! We are lifted out of the cabaret and into the theater. It is a triumphant scene that segues brilliantly to the next: a dry, arch and very funny piece that shows off Pumo’s wicked insight. In it, he plays an older “Park Slope” man dealing with his partner’s desire to have an open relationship.




Slow Burn Theatre presents Xanadu by Douglas Carter Bean.  Directed by Patrick Fitzwater with Musical Direction by Manny Schvartzman.  Featuring:  Lindsey Forgey, Rick Pena, Larry Buzzeo, Mary Gundlach, Renata Eastlick, Connor Walton, Lisa Kerstin Braun, Kristina Johnson, Jerel Brown.  Musical Direction by Manny Schvartzman.

Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for Florida Theatre On Stage.
Director Patrick Fitzwater warned the opening night audience that this is “thinkless theater at its finest.” Well, maybe not at its finest, but this dopey 90-minute spoof of the 1980 flick starring Olivia Newton-John and, for his sins, Gene Kelly, regularly elicits smiles, chuckles and some flat-out guffaws.

The star of the show is book writer Douglas Carter Beane (The Little Dog Laughed and As Bees In Honey Drown). He told critics while writing the show that he took the job on the producer’s condition that he keep the songs and on his condition that he could scrap 95 percent of the film.

Fitzwater and Beane’s style of choice is at least two levels above over-the-top. The book is intentionally clichéd and clunky to make fun of the shortcomings of clichéd and clunky books, such as ham-handedly troweling on implausible exposition. The heroine in the film was played by Newton-John whose Greek Muse inexplicably had an Australian accent. Beane acknowledges that by positing that Clio obeys Zeus’ command that she work incognito on Earth, so she “disguises” herself by taking the name Kira, wearing legwarmers and adopting a Crocodile Dundee accent.

The cast is headed by Slow Burn’s regular leading lady, Lindsey Forgey, wearing a wig of flowing blond curls. Forgey is a lovely woman with a strong voice, but she is as visually as far from the waifish Newton-John or Broadway’s Kerry Butler as you can get. Being a comedienne, she revels in that. In five Slow Burn roles, she has perfected an off-center heroine whose slightly loopy, slightly at sea persona skewers the unrealistic dewy-eyed naifs who Hollywood usually casts in these roles. Watching her Muse galumph across the stage without one skate, gamely pretending that she can ignore the impediment, is a solid hoot.

The on-stage house band led by musical director Manny Schvartzman lovingly recreates the era with such Jeff Lynne and John Farrar “classics” as “I’m Alive,” “Magic” and the Newton-John standard “Have You Never Been Mellow,” which has never sounded campier. Still, Schvartzman has let the singers get awful sloppy about hitting some notes and their enunciation.

The overall evening is not as consistently hilarious as Slow Burn thinks it is, but if you surrender to humor much broader than the Intracoastal, you’re likely to find yourself having just as much fun.




Miami Beach Stage Door Theatre presents DeathTrap by Ira Levin.  Directed by Clayton Phillips and featuring:  Clay Cartland, Kevin Reilley and Elizabeth Sackett.

Bill Hirschman reviewed the show for Florida Theatre On Stage.
From its opening lines – a playwright intoning “Deathtrap, a thriller in two acts, one set, five characters” referring to a script in his hands not Levin’s play – the playwright mixed humor and suspense so skillfully that he simultaneously teased and honored the genre that reached its apex with Sleuth.

Miami Stage Door’s first season closer is a serviceable if not outstanding edition that understands Levin’s black comedy, appreciates his Swiss watchmaker’s plotting and benefits from a solid performance by Kevin Reilley as a thriller playwright contemplating murder as the means of a comeback.

Deathtrap opens with washed-up Sidney Bruhl bemoaning to his wife Myra that he has received a can’t-miss script Deathtrap from Clifford Anderson, a student seeking his advice. With a mind accustomed to inventing the logistics of dark deeds, Bruhl sees how he can invite Anderson to his writing den for a conference, murder the unknown author and claim the play as his own. Myra is horrified as she watches her husband seduced by the gelling plan. Bruhl indeed invites Anderson for a visit to his lair whose walls are lined with a score of medieval and modern instruments of death. The rollercoaster crests over its first peak and we’re off.

This production could use a little more topspin under the direction of Clayton Phillips, the production manager for the Maltz Jupiter Theatre and an experienced director of musicals judging by his bio. He leads his cast in an adequate rendition, but this iteration doesn’t maximize the suspense or comedy that this play is capable of delivering.

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