Wednesday, January 30, 2008

You Say "Anything" - Little Bit of Love

A Sweet Piece of Humanity in a World Turned Asunder

by Jesse Schmitt

Many people who come into The Lillian Theatre (1076 N Lillian Way; Hollywood) to see the world premiere of Tim McNeil’s new play “Anything” may have some preconceptions for what is about to go down. They may think that they’ve heard this one before; the story of a reclusive, grief-stricken widower from the deep, deep south of Mississippi and a thrown out on her ass Hollywood transvestite who is one the brink of self annihilation can only mean one thing; porno.

In fact this premise can be something else entirely as Mr. McNeil and the players from the Elephant Theatre Company pull off quite well. With a little bit of theatrical magic they’ve created a sweet story of an older man looking for companionship and a tranny that is well beyond her years and is also looking for, well, companionship. This is the one piece which works like a charm in this small little story; it goes from being the premise for a smut video and becomes a story about two desperate people who have both hit their rock bottom and as a result are fully clinging to one another with nowhere to go but up.

The show starts us in a classically appointed apartment as our hero, Early Landry is just moving in following the death of his wife of years. Mr. Landry is not familiar with apartment life; in fact he’s not even familiar with this time zone as he’s from the deep south of Mississippi and he’s landed into the heart and heat of Hollywood. There are some things which he does take a storied hand at; for instance banging on the ceiling when his pair of upstairs bong-smoking neighbors are “rocking out” too loud, too long, or too late (ah! how I wish we all had such agreeable neighbors!)

Then there’s Freda. A beautiful and exotic transvestite who is found to be on the losing side of an argument for her boyfriend to stay with her. She’s jealous, he’s had it, and Early is there to peek in on what’s going on in the apartment next door. In typical nosey neighbor fashion he hears the whole disagreement and a bond is struck almost immediately.

Like Thelma & Louise for the apartment set, this is a story of two wildly different people who need to be able to trust in each other to save themselves. In doing so they are able to learn about themselves and save one another. Tender, touching, hilarious, and lovely; you only have a little while longer but if you get the opportunity you should certainly see Anything; a fairy tale love story for the 21st century.

www.plays411.com/anything
www.elephanttheatrecompany.com
www.myspace.com/elephanttheatrecompany

Sunday, January 27, 2008

At Home OnStage: From the Frontlines

(I don't often leave this open for others to post on; but my friend Josh Kauffman and his merry band of brothers & sisters did an amazing thing recently. This performance group put up a showcase event with New York City's homeless taking the mic and having a chance to get their story heard. I was so touched when I found out that another one of my good friends was involved with this, that I offered them this space to do some first hand reporting of how they thought the event went. What follows is Mr. Kauffman retelling his story. JS)

First Hand/Front Line

by Josh Kauffman

It started with just an idea, with someone telling me I should look deeper into my relationship with New York's homeless community. I'd been coming to terms with how jaded I'd been regarding the homeless, especially the subway and street corner panhandlers, and realizing how much I'd neglected the human being inside each of the people I'd been so successfully ignoring. I developed the idea to present these people with an outlet for expression, to allow people to see the stories they wanted to tell.

After circulating the idea among my friends and letting it take root, we generated a community of volunteers to start the project in motion.We were very improvisational as we developed our strategies and goals. We knew we wanted a show, we knew we wanted homeless performers; beyond that, we were forced to generate the questions that needed answers, and then generate those answers. We lost a few volunteers early on because of the spontaneity with which we approached the task, but the corps that remained was both dedicated and resourceful.

The plan was that we would create workshop teams of two to four volunteers. Each team would approach a community center, shelter, or some other service provider, and present our mission statement with an offer to conduct theater workshops in their space, for anyone who wished to participate. With enough teams at work, each with their own handful of participants, over the few weeks' prep time we allotted ourselves we would generate more than enough material to fill a sixty to seventy-five minute program.

While that part of the process was being developed, we were at work securing a venue and connecting all the other dots. We wanted to feed the participants and the audience, and we needed to start the publicity machine working, and it was a lot of balls to keep in the air at once. That we were able to do so, and that the people we approached for help were so accommodating and generous, were more than a minor miracle. A church in Midtown donated their space, two different restaurants offered food, Ben and Jerry's gave us ice cream, and a great photographer friend of mine recruited a friend of hers to put together some amazing publicity pictures. We're all flying high.

In the end, we had one team, usually a team of one person, working at Project ORE at a synagogue on 23rd Street. Instead of 'street' homeless, our participants came almost exclusively from shelter communities, though one of our poets had been on the streets for nearly five years. Both in terms of our volunteers and the participants we were courting, availability was always a sticky issue. The venues we approached were open for limited windows during the day, and most of the participants could only be there for those limited hours before they scattered to other obligations.

Right up till opening night, it wasn't fully clear who would be showing up to perform, or what they would show us when they did get on stage. Our commitment was to give a good experience to everyone who arrived, on both sides of the curtain, so we smiled and kept encouraging and working.We achieved our goals, for both performances, though very differently each night.

On Friday, we were short three of our expected performers, and one man came who wasn't expected at all. It was a bit of a shuffle to make sure the show was complete and on schedule, but we presented a complete program and had more than enough food afterward to make for a good reception. The second performance, we actually had two extra performers, and had to wonder whether the program would be too long. We fielded some hurt feelings and misunderstandings as we trimmed the bill a bit - we'd love to have a two hour show, but we can't overstay our welcome at our free performance space.

In the end, the church indulged us with extra time, we had a longer and better show, the audience was moved to laughter and tears, and the participants were stoically grateful and pleased.The greatest thing for me was to see the new connections that got made. Our team leader, Casey, made some fast friendships among the performers she'd been working with, which have endured even after the curtain came down on "At Home on Stage."

The audience engaged the performers, and without fail came away with smiles or looks of wonder on their faces. And to see new friendships formed, the excitement for what had been created and the energy it took to make it all work... I mean, it was totally worth it.

Here I am writing this book report or history lesson about How It All happened, but in a nutshell: We wanted to present an opportunity to perform, to people who have not been offered that opportunity, and perhaps didn't even know they could have it. We wanted to present these people to an audience of their peers and mine, to create new dialogues and levels of understanding. We did that. And then we fed everyone lasagna and salad and chicken fingers.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

US Premier of Athol Fugards "Victory"



Victory Lost at Fountain Theatre






by Jesse Schmitt

The title of the latest Athol Fugard work to hit the United States is “Victory” but all around these three characters lies the stench of failure. The US Premiere is presented by The Fountain Theatre (5060 Fountain Ave, Los Angeles) and is directed by the theatre’s co-artistic director, Stephen Sachs.

When you walk into The Fountain Theatre’s intimate 78 seat house, perhaps the first thing you will notice is how close you are to the stage. This is not unlike any other black box theatre which many of us have been to before; the difference here is the intricate detail that the set designer, director, and technical staff have gone over inside this space; literally throwing us into this world.

The setting seems pedestrian enough; a study and open dining area of a home; but everything, the floor to ceiling bookshelves packed tight with individually selected volumes, the inviting looking cushioned chair in the study, which you know has been sat in many times, the floorboards which extend all the way off the stage so it appears as though it never ends; none of these details were lost on this reviewer. But it wasn’t just the downstage dressings with some curtains haphazardly thrown up in the rear; there were windows, two doors leading to two other rooms, and a zigzagging hallway which takes us to the back. From the moment you walk in, you’re taken back through the looking glass; it was as though the show would begin, “Once upon a time…” and the front page of the storybook would turn. It was impressive indeed.

But there was still something else about this home. It felt empty, deserted, vacated. Lived in and still, not. There was this huge beautiful oak dining room table which had chairs askew as though there had recently been bodies there; but no other signs of life. There was no clutter; no juice glass, no newspaper; the books were all high up on the shelves, but the reading lamps were extinguished and all the pillows on the couch were neatly in place.

We quickly would learn why this was so; the house would not maintain its cool facade for too long.

The lights go dark; crickets begin their serenade on the quiet South African village of Karoo, and the first thing we hear is glass being broken into. Through one of the windows stumble Freddie (Lovensky Jean-Baptiste) and Vicky (Tinashe Kajese) who appear to be little more than two bumbling burglars. They race around the room, ravishing it thoroughly; as they keep whisper-screaming at each other that “they need the money.” Actually it’s Freddie who does most of the destruction and whispering; this is a house that Vicky has led him to and one she claims she’s seen great sums of cash on hand at before. Yet she can do little but light a candle, sit on the table, fend off Freddie’s lame sexual advances, and sing; all of which are much to the dislike of Freddie.

They move to a comfortable pace of pulling out drawers, tearing down books and urinating on them, and sharing stories when suddenly enters Lionel (Morlan Higgins) the aging Caucasian resident of this African nation. He enters from upstage slyly with a pistol in his hand and catches everyone by surprise. Lionel is a measured man but he’s immediately chagrin when he realizes that Vicky is on the floor.

The lights come up and the real story of this play is allowed to begin. This is a tale that many westerners wouldn’t really understand too well (or at least not the crowd the night I was there) Lionel was the employer of Vicky’s mother, as a housekeeper; and even though Vicky’s been filling his head in passing with tales of her bright future, in reality Vicky has been reduced to her petty burglary.

Moreover, Freddie has convinced Vicky that he is gong to find a better life in Capetown; where the living is easy and the money is there for the taking. While Vicky continually tells Freddie that she wants to “find her own road” she appears to be continually clinging to this guy who is not really all that nice to her, yet she can not let go.

Lionel enters and the verbal and physical jousting begins. He starts with the upper hand as he’s got the gun and the moral platitude to scream down from his bully pulpit; however the dynamic quickly shifts leading to a balancing act in the end which offers up deadly results.

Lionel is played with a kind hand and a meandering stoicism but even he is lost without the companionship of his wife. Freddie is played with a wild and hot intensity, reacting with split second judgment which can only lead to a bad end. Vicky is played like a little girl on a see-saw; sometimes she’s up and sometimes she’s down; this conflicted aching is her implosion; merely from her own inertia.

Vicky the child was born around the day Nelson Mandela walked free from Victor Verster prison. She was named Vicky not because of the name of the jail but because of the words that rang out from Mandela like a silver bell to her mother, to everyone in Africa, and all around the world on that day: “Victory!” But back in the real world and in the world that is the situation of this play, everyone loses. As Freddie tells Lionel, “You don’t know what it’s like for us…There is no hope here.” No hope for Lionel either as he is an old man who has given up on the life he once enjoyed.

“Victory” is a play about three people; three lost souls; and the cosmic convergence which brought them together in this way. They have all been dealt a bad hand against the stacked deck of life and each are, in their own way, inching toward their own self destruction.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Standing on My Knees: Falling Down

The Impression That I Get

by Jesse Schmitt

First impressions are everything. They can make or break the dynamic of a relationship before you have even been able to fully form an opinion of someone. So making a good first impression is vital for the continued success of personal relationships; if you just keep going around, stoking everyone you meet, you will have a hard time forging lasting bonds, partly because people will never know what to expect from you and partly because many people shut others out if their initial experience with you is a negative one.

It is the same for me whenever I see a theatre show; I am always careful to have a good look around the theatre space and get as acclimated with it as possible so that I can understand where we are picking up in the lives of these people. However if I am led astray from the get go then it is often difficult for me to orient myself.

Playwrights are notorious for picking up wherever they feel is a good place to start; when you’re viewing the work of a seasoned professional, you will get acclimated quickly. Think about a play like “All My Sons;” you’re introduced to Joe Keller on the porch steps and he seems like a fine upstanding pillar of the local community. On the surface the biggest problem seems to be that this family needs to begin coping with the fact that their son, who has been missing for three years from the war, is dead. However there are steamier things brewing in the Keller home; all of which are spun out for us, throughout.

From the beginning of the current Los Angeles production of “Standing On My Knees,” (1501 N Gardner St) by John Olive (set in 1982) we are introduced to what looks like a very meager existence. A desk, a couch and chair, a fold out bed, and a bookshelf to the rear; we learn rather quickly that the desk and the bed and the couch/chair combo are really three distinct places. But for now the play has not even begun; so all we are left with is these disparate elements and a girl sleeping on the bed, beneath a blanket.

This girl is Catherine (Meg Wallace). Catherine lay there still and stiff as a board when I first entered the theatre and every occasion I looked over to her, she never moved. I felt it could either be a great exertion from this talented actor or she was just tired or a practiced sleeper. In either event I prepared myself for a thrilling theatrical adventure.

In the press release the play is described for us this way: “Catherine is a beautiful, young poet with two published books to her credit and a publisher who believes in her talent. But Catherine is also a schizophrenic, tormented by all the noise of the many voices in her head. Her therapist prescribes an anti psychotic which quiets things down. A young stockbroker falls head over heels for Catherine and they begin a serious romance.”

From my understanding of this play, my glance at the cast list, and the fact that her picture is on the postcard, I’d gleaned from that, that Catherine was the woman in question who lay down before me. She didn’t even appear to be breathing. A quick surveillance of the area showed that there were four books on the desk; two of indeterminate authorship (which ended up being Catherine’s) and Virginia Woolf and Emily Dickinson.

Finally when the action began, we quickly begin to feel as though we are in a Pink Floyd album. “Dark Side of the Moon,” specifically as there is hammering and clanking (which I still, after seeing the play and investigating upstairs during intermission, couldn’t decide if it was intentional or just from another show upstairs; we are inside of a basement space). However the sound designer and director do a great job in shooting around the voices that are both spoken and recorded and making them hauntingly visceral.

Catherine is apparently just out from the hospital and is having a difficult time doing anything. She looks as though she were just from the hospital as her eyes are heavy set and her entire demeanor screams medication. But then again, so does her therapist, Joanne (Barbara Keegan). While the affection from Catherine could be called dependent, the performance from Joanne is so monotone and glib; you’d wonder what Tom Cruise might have to say about her. But I wasn’t in a therapists office at the beginning of the therapy revolution of the late 70’s which continues on into today. While Joanne was no “Dr. Phil” you wonder if her portrayal was commensurate with the times.

Catherine dresses in all black and often slips easily to and from her bed; she seems to get comfort from sleep. She meets with her publisher, Alice (Rachel Hardy), who may be slightly infatuated with more than her talents (we learn that the stack of books; Woolf and Dickinson with Catherine’s two sandwiched between; are, in fact, Alice’s; that’s pretty imposing company for any author) or it may just be that the audience is seeing the world through the eyes of Catherine. In any event, Alice is the one who introduces her to Robert (Brian Barth), the young stockbroker, at a party.

This is one of the places where I had a hard time buying the story. I dated a schizophrenic girl, seemingly in another life, for more than a year. She was crazy. But she was very passionate in every sense of the word. We loved hard, we fought hard; everything was hyper-real with her; even when she was on her meds. So the fact that Catherine was so…self aware had me a little confused. I just didn’t get that she even liked this guy. A couple of quotes, in the text I found a little far fetched “Head over heels in like;” when Catherine’s talking to Alice and “You best stay away from me; I’m poison,” when Catherine’s talking to Robert.

I guess I just don’t understand where all this restraint was coming from! It wasn’t the acting or even the directing but the mere existence of the words which had me puzzled. I know this play is more than 20 years old, has numerous productions, has maybe helped in the understanding of schizophrenia as not an illness which requires a straight jacket, but deference and understanding, and has achieved the penultimate achievement for a playwright (before a Tony award/Broadway production) which is a Dramatist Play Service volume.

In the director’s notes, Trace Oakley says “I find the play just as relevant now as then.” Seriously? With all the knowledge we have at our fingertips at any moment, you think that placing the play in its original time and place somehow helps us understand the current climate, how? I guess I’d like to see more of a moving forward and less of a period piece; away from the discussion of “what was” and more to the point of “what’s next?”

Or the producers should call it what it is.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Stay With Me!

Looking for Love in the Theatre? Stay With Me Is It!


by Jesse Schmitt


With a never ending writer’s strike and many actors and writers high off the cabana juice, there are some who have had enough! Many of the finest writers and actors have given up fully on the screen and returned to the stage. This is a bold move and one which is highly encouraged by this scribe (more/better shows for me to review) One of these shows which is an outgrowth of the writer’s strike will be beginning February 1, and plans to run until February 17 (but hey, who knows?!) It’s by David H. Rodriguez and is called “Stay With Me.”

Touted as a new piece about true love and pulling in to the Stella Adler Theatre (Studio C at 6773 Hollywood Blvd., 2nd Floor) in Hollywood, “Stay With Me” may just be the satisfaction for your craving. Brought to your stage by award winning talent, inspired by perennial favorites Woody Allen and Neil Simon, this is a sweet and careful exploration of true love.

Set in Chicago, a successful young man, played by Rodriguez, finally meets the woman of his dreams, played by Maria Musebrink. What follows is a sweet and careful love story that deals with the reality of modern relationships, including doubt, trust, sorrow, and loss, without losing the feelings of hope, happiness, and the sense of being complete that we all search for.

STAY WITH ME mixes old-fashioned love with the fast-paced, Starbucks-drinking-Society of today's world. According to Rodriguez, true love is dead!! "We live in a world where people don't believe in love at first sight anymore," says the playwright, "I'm hoping this story will awaken that teenage dream we all had."

In keeping with the spirit of true love there will be a special Valentine’s Day performance on February 14, at 8PM. Other shows will run Friday through Sundays with all shows also at 8PM. Tickets are $10 but there’s a break for students, seniors, and I’ll bet if you ask really nicely and you plan to propose to your sweetheart AT the show in front of the audience you could work something out with the producers of the show. I’m not guaranteeing anything; I’m just saying.

So if you are a romantic like me and you still believe in the healing, hopeful, amazing, wonderful power of love, you should run out to get tickets for the David Rodriguez (coinciding with) Valentine’s Day spectacular “Stay With Me.”

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

On Mamet & The Current Revival of Sexual Perversity in Chicago

Seminal Work? Or Museum Piece?

By Jesse Schmitt

David Mamet has always been one of my favorite writers. More than the fact that he so ably and deftly carves out of his characters words, a sickening portrait of the Old West, Marlboro Man, American male machismo which has dominated this nation’s perception of reality and life and to a large extent for a segment of the population, still does.

I’ve known a less publicized and more intimate David Mamet; through his words, I’ve studied his teachings. Many people may know that he and actor William H. Macy began the world renowned Atlantic Theatre Company; what many do not know is that in addition to his writings for the stage, screen, and his directing, David Mamet is also a book author. I learned a lot about theatre and live performance from his books “Writing in Restaurants,” "True and False," and “Three Uses of the Knife.”

I learned what it meant to be an actor from a playwright’s position and what steps need be taken for a show to really gain traction and spread wings. David Mamet is the one whose words gave me courage to break out on my own and it is, in large part, due to his “it’s not going to be easy but this is how you do it,” approach which put the real world in real terms for me. His plain spoken attitude showed me that writing in itself is a job which requires a leap of faith and more importantly, a trial-and-error command of your own perception of yourself, even when others have written you off for dead.

Equally important, I’ve always respected his talent and his opinion; how could you not? Love it or hate it, the opinion in all of the cannon of Mamet shoots out like a lightning bolt; you are never at a loss for words as to where the artist’s voice is in his pieces.

So I have a definite opinion of David Mamet and his various works at various stages in his career. Many people know many titles in the Mamet catalog: “Glengarry Glen Ross,” “Oleanna,” “Speed the Plough,” “American Buffalo;” all of these plays and many more have helped us to define a writer who is still at his pinnacle of influence, has effectively and effortlessly crossed genres, and continues to pump out a respectable amount of work if for no one’s sake than his own amusement or his own outrage.

It is with the greatest amount of respect for the original playwright and for the artists involved in this most recent production of “Sexual Perversity in Chicago (The Flight Theatre 6476 Santa Monica Blvd. Hollywood)” that I say, I still have a tough time stomaching that play. I’d been lucky enough to see this play previously in Edinburgh Scotland at the Fringe Festival in 2001. I didn’t like it then and my opinion has not changed. I went into this show with an open mind; I even desperately wanted to like it; but time has not changed the core of this show.

Even Mamet’s own opinions on the work appeared bitterly laced with acid: “…as a callow youth with hay sticking out of my ears, I sold both the play and the screenplay for about $12;” this led to the majority of his subsequent productions being kept in check by his own production vehicle. Despite the fact that reference was alluding to the less than phenomenal “About Last Night” movie adaptation of this show; the subtext was clear. The artist did not want this to become his seminal work; he was much too smart for that. He knew that this tiny one act play which had helped propel him to prominence may be a step along the path but he did not want this to be the work about which his entire career was based and on which his name would be made.

Yet still, it is produced and still people take these four shallow characters down the road which was crafted for them and still it is troubling and missing the point and purely a vanity project.

Just ask Joe Kreimborg; the star and producer of this show. Mr. Kreimborg plays Danny Shapiro; an insecure office worker who is the morning after wingman of his more than outspoken co-worker, Bernie (Jeff Markey). Bernie tells the tales and Danny sits in awe. Even though we're introduced to him in the subordinate dynamic, Danny ends up hooking up with this woman, Deb (Agatha Nowicki) who probably sleeps with him because she is at a crossroads in her life. Deb is in a similar situation as Danny as she plays wing-woman to her spurned best friend. It may seem that this is the perfect situation for both Danny and Deb as they can help their friends come to terms with their insecurities. However this is not the case; Bernie has feigned interest in his friends real life relationships; Danny has just crossed Deb’s totally over the top best friend and roommate Joan (Necar Zadegan).

Such is the life of the dating masses; however it’s too bad that Joan and Bernie have their own ideas about losing their friends to the commitment and sacrifices which go along with steady relationships. Joan has been scorned; Bernie hyperbolizes his own sex life; neither one of them is comfortable losing their sounding boards to the “wah-wah” of pedestrian relationships.

In this production, Joan and Bernie seem to be the only one’s who have hit their stride. You always know what’s going on in their head; it could be the writing, which may be what Mamet was saying, but there seems to be another thing going on. Mr. Kreimborg, as the stated in the program producer, seems to have his own ideas about this character and hasn’t seemed to (I hope) listen to the director (Alex Feldman)

I can’t blame the director because when the star of the show is also the producer, they will do whatever they want. As a producer who has made a fool of themselves onstage before by not listening to a director, I know. However I can’t totally hold the director harmless; let’s just say that Mr. Feldman could have done more.

I understand that Danny is engendered in the text as “meek” and “shy” but the portrayal of Mr. Kreimborg of the character was totally obnoxious, unbelievable, and not current with the spirit of the times. It was the 70’s man! Their costumer, set dresser, and props person got things right; Mr. Kreimborg missed it. Specifically, he mumbled his lines, he talked to his shoulder, and there was this perpetual, effeminate, giggle which sprung up from his Danny which was his trademark sound and, in this text, gets a resounding thumbs down. Maybe if he’d “thrown it in” once or twice for effect; but it was like every other word. For Mr. Markey it must have been like yelling at a three year old!

Bernie was well played; his intensity transcended the babble; similarly with Ms. Zadegan; her portrayal of Joan as an untrusting, cynical, aggressive, and Girl-Power’ish woman, who is conflicted due to her overwhelming need for her friend, was well played. But Ms Nowicki was completely unmemorable. When Ms. Nowicki and Mr. Kreimborg were onstage together, it was like peeling back fingernails across a rusty chalkboard.

But maybe that’s the point. It seems like a young, inexperienced writer who would make observations and generalizations like this. So maybe, for all of our sakes, we had just better leave “Sexual Perversity in Chicago” on the shelf. As a period piece, it’s bearable. But even then, when we’re trying to move forward the discussion and get beyond certain stereotypes, it would seem necessary to leave certain works alone for a few hundred years, before we’re able to get to a point where revivals like this seem “quaint.”

Or you could just do whatever the fuck you want…heh-he!


http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4159/is_20030504/ai_n12739273
http://www.plays411.com/newsite/show/play_info.asp

Monday, January 14, 2008

"The Common Air" Reaches for the Skies and Soars

Alex Lyras Cruises the UnFriendly Skies

By Jesse Schmitt

Every sentence creates its own alternate reality. Every uttered word amounting to an individual interpretation can come up against someone else’s words, interpretation, and reality. This is our actual world as each sound heard has its own unique effect on an individual person; and so it is for the six characters in “The Common Air.”

“The Common Air” is a new show written and performed by Alex Lyras and written and directed by Robert McCaskill which features the thoughts, feelings, and intentions; deliberate or haphazard of six strangers told through the vehicle of one man. There should be no surprise when it's revealed that every one of the characters, like each one of us, have their own reason, their own logic, their own spin, their own justification for doing the things that they do regarding their ever lingering, ever intensifying airport delay of which they're a part.

This is the reality of which we have all gotten uncomfortably used to, where an airport delay can mean an impending weather crisis in a distant hub city, just as much as it could mean collisoin of taxiing planes on the runway, just as much as it could mean a thwarted terrorist plot. These reasoning’s would often come smack up against one another and the invocations from their sources were astute, ridiculous, prescient, understated, and understood in the hyper real world of modern fear that we all live.

Some of the spooky, rambling, point blank statements which some of the characters are credited draws them into immediate suspicion. The self involved, all too prepared, “hipster DJ” seems a little bit too attuned to what it is that is going on; so much so that he is able to rap about it; there is a professor who is battling his near ex-wife over custody issues on his cell phone which he seems a little bit too impassioned about for good taste in public. There is the perspective of an Iraqi-American who has just returned from Baghdad and of course the old man Iraqi cab driver and his prattling which all seem, upon first glance, a little too suspicious for comfort.

The one strain connecting all these varied characters is that they all share one body as they are all played by one single actor. This is the truly impressive statement about “The Common Air:” All these wildly divergent characters (as well as a gay gallery owner and a corporate attorney) are all played by one man in one show at one time.

From my description, it may appear that a show like “The Common Air” would be too cumbersome, too full of noise, too rife with self satisfaction and plainly just too much a problem. This couldn’t be further from the truth as Alex Lyras plays all the characters with a measured intensity and a brave cunning which is truly hilarious, moving, stunning.

It shouldn’t surprise anyone that Mr. Lyras has a long history in crafting these stories so effortlessly; as well it shouldn’t surprise anyone that this show is now headed for an even further reaching audience. Mr. Lyras is a versatile and uber-talented solo performer who aims to bring the art of story back into storytelling and is trying to reach this ground from the platform of our shared Common Air.

Talking With Angels at Ruby Theatre for Two Weeks Only

Riveting Story told by Gripping Storyteller

By Jesse Schmitt

Opening up January 31st for a brief run is the Los Angeles premiere of “…Talking With Angels;” a story closely based on the diaries of Gitta Mallasz. Ms. Mallasz and three of her Jewish friends had a series of uniquely remarkable “visitations” by what they have described as “angels” for a period of approximately 17 months towards the end of World War II.

Deftly interwoven with their account of the tortuous and horrific experiences of life under Nazi occupation, these conversations are still resonant and relevant more than 60 years after they had taken place.

“…Talking With Angels,” is set to stay up until the 10th of February and is a theatrical experience not to be missed. The San Francisco Bay Guardian has likened this piece to the legendary piece of modern American theatre, Tony Kushner’s “Angels in America,” by calling the show both “passionately mystical yet remarkably lucid…the angels’ message applies less to history than to right now!”

Gitta Mallasz was actually an Austrian born in 1907 who had achieved some fame as an Olympic swimmer following her move to Budapest around the age of 15. In 1960 she moved to Paris and finally, after almost 30 years of silence in her former communist home, her story was able to be told. Gitta Mallasz’ diaries have been published into numerous languages and have touched hundreds of thousands of lives.

These diaries were even still banned in Hungary until 1991; now the solo performer Shelly Mitchell is bringing these valuable texts to light in the show “…Talking With Angels.”

Ms. Mitchell had first adapted the works in the year 2000 to be a part of the San Francisco Fringe Theatre Festival. Her work won “Best of the Fringe” and had an extended version of the show premiere at the San Francisco Magic Theatre in 2001.

Since opening as a one woman show in 2001, “Talking With Angels” has been shown more than 200 times at theatres all along the east and west coasts including spaces in San Francisco, Chicago, and Atlanta.

“Talking With Angels” is open from 1/31-2/10 at The Ruby Theatre at the Complex (6476 Santa Monica Blvd. in Hollywood) Performances are Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays at 8 PM, Sundays at 2 PM. Tickets are $25 Thursday – Saturday, $20 Sunday, with $15 rush tickets available 30 minutes before curtain. Running time is 120 minutes with intermission and wheelchair access available. There is valet and street parking available.

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Opera Pacific Kicks Off #22 with "The Magic Flute"

Sergstrom Hall at the Orange County Performing Arts Center (600 West Warner Avenue, Santa Ana, CA) has been the home to some really revelatory opera experiences in the past. Always looking forward is what they do in the Orange County and even though they are forward thinking, they can’t help but pay homage to their past.

So it was that “The Magic Flute,” with libretto by Emanuel Schikaneder and music by none other than one Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart is coming to the Sergstrom Hall for four performances only at the end of the month of January.

Directed by Dr. Michael Hampe and conducted by John DeMain, this show kicks off the 22nd season of Opera Pacific with what many would be surprised to know was Mozart’s final opera.

“The Magic Flute” is a fairy tale struggle with symbolic “good versus evil” traits which opened up in 1791 to much critical success. This was a piece which also did the work of reviving Mr. Schikaneder’s failing theatre company, bringing new interest to the art form, and offering a great platform for the legendary composer to leave a lasting mark on the world.

“The Magic Flute” has played the San Diego opera stage in both 2001 and 2006 and is back again with an impressive cast. Nicole Cabell, the 2005 award winner of the BBC Singer of the World award will be in this production as will Uruguyan soprano Luz del Alba Rubio as well as Chad Shelton and Rod Gilfry.

From the Opera Pacific’s own literature:

“Celebrating its 22nd Season, Opera Pacific has established itself as one of the finest professional opera companies in the nation. Opera Pacific's main stage productions, extensive community outreach programs, and energetic Guild Alliance combine to create a cultural resource for all of Southern California. More than 670,000 people have enjoyed Opera Pacific's productions at the Orange County Performing Arts Center, while over 575,000 young people have discovered the world of opera through the company's in-school presentations, Student Previews, and nationally recognized Opera Camps.

In addition to the "grand opera" repertory, Opera Pacific has responded to the need for strong, professional productions of classic American musical theatre and European operetta. Under the baton and dedication of John DeMain, opera is an event with the honest communication of the stories and musical values of the works, combined with exciting singers, and major opera house scale productions. ”

If you would like to find out more information about this production or any other Opera Pacific show you can and should view the Opera Pacific’s website at http://www.operapacific.org/ or call their ticket ordering line at 1-800-34-OPERA.

A scene from Opera Pacific's The Magic Flute, playing January 23-February 2, 2008 at Segerstrom Hall at the Orange County Performing Arts Center.Photo Credit: Ken Howard

Sunday, January 13, 2008

And All That Jazz: Open Chicago Again!

Bringing Back the Years: New York, Los Angeles & Chicago

By Jesse Schmitt

Coming to Los Angeles from New York City, the transition has been rough. Everything is different out here and I'm naturally suspicious of people's motives. It is my experience on Broadway; working there for seven years; which has made me wary of bigger theatrical musical transfers. So before going to see the LA production of “Chicago,” I had to find out a little more about the who, what, and why of this staging.

“Chicago” is still playing strong on the Rialto; my good friend Josh Rhodes was with the Broadway company until recently defecting to “The Drowsy Chaperone”, there was the movie adaptation with Renee and Catherine which got a great deal of positive play, and there have been tours which have littered the US and the UK. So why then, I wondered, was this version of the Kander and Ebb musical here (Hudson Backstage Theatre 6539 Santa Monica Blvd) now?

This production of “Chicago” is directed by Jeremy Lucas a former player to the role of Aaron and understudy of Amos in the 2001 Broadway Tour of "Chicago." (I wonder if he knows either my friend Josh or Tim McGarrigal, another friend from one of the “Chicago” tours?) Before setting foot in the theatre I’d decided that something like a small theatre production of a heavily saturated, meticulously crafted, and very popular musical like “Chicago” is more a labor of love than a piece looking for critical analysis or audience engagement.

Allow me to be the first to stand corrected. But first-

“Chicago” the musical takes place in the city of Chicago of the 1920’s, in a women’s correctional institution, and in the mythical netherworld which can only exist on a musical theatre’s stage. It tells the story of Velma Kelly (who, in this production was played by Katrina Lenk) and Roxie Hart (Bonnie McMahan), two conniving murderesses, Roxie’s guilty by association, pushover of a husband Amos Hart (Jon Paul Burkhart), the women’s defense lawyer who is a seasoned pro at capitalizing from people’s sympathies, Billy Flynn (David Pevsner), the scratch my back warden of this facility, Mama (Cheryl Murphy-Johnson) and all of the rest of the cast of characters who pass in and out of these two women’s lives.

“Chicago” owes a great deal to the musical accompaniment of the live band. Anyone who saw the movie will know this; the way it’s done on the Great White Way is the band is not in the pit but on the stage; up on platforms, to the rear. I’d never been inside The Hudson Backstage Theatre but was almost sure it had to be some manner of black box, which immediately presents challenges for a dance and live music extravaganza like “Chicago.”

Many people, when they go to see a Broadway musical, are quickly fooled by perspective. They are either on the floor, in seats which may lean slightly back, and are below the stage so they’re looking up, or in the mezzanine or balcony, high above the stage, often sloped in the other direction leaning forward, looking down. With all the carefully constructed lights and sound and smoke and mirrors that has become the Broadway experience many people are surprised to know exactly how small a Broadway stage really is. Still, I’d gauge that the theatre area at Hudson Backstage was maybe half in width and 1/3 depth.

But none of this stopped Mr. Lucas and his troupe.

This show took use of all that Mr. Lucas had taken away from his time performing as well as his understanding of the legendary dance maneuvers of the incomparable Bob Fosse; director and choreographer of the first musical staging of this show in 1975.

One of my big fears was that this show was going to stay true to the Hollywood glamification they did in the cinema. The movie was nice and all that jazz, but really? You can take your Rob Marshall and give me a live show with competent performers any day. I was very pleased to see that many of the players in the show were of the Actors Equity Association; the stage actors union; this showed itself in their dexterous manipulation of that tiny space to make their magic happen.

On the day I visited there were definite issues, but that’s the risk you run when you’re doing a big show in a small space. For instance the microphones kept cutting out mid-song and once I heard noticeable feedback. But that's what you can expect with all the movement and interaction in a show like “Chicago.” Also someone should really have a look at the light choices or make sure people know their blocking because even though people seemed to be hitting their spot, there's a difference between a character being "in shadow" and a character being in the dark. There are also floor to ceiling pillars which can obstruct sometimes; however it all could just go back to having big ambitions and a less than ideal space for these ambitions.

All the technical issues aside, this production was a true joy. This show has already won it’s first extension but honestly, I see no reason why it should ever close! The audience on the day that I was there was packed in tight and they loved every minute of it. If there is another show coming in, taking that space, I say good! This cast could use a bigger space anyway, to much greater effect.

Ms. Lenk as Velma was spot on; her dancing and singing were in the pole position while made look like an afterthought. Ms. McMahn as Roxie, I thought, at first, I didn’t like. I felt like she was playing "Hollywood;" however her smooth singing and sultry moves won me over in the end; her voice growing stronger as the character developed. Mr. Paul Burkhart was very comical in a way unlike any I’d ever seen for Mr. Hart; entering with a Carrottop hairstyle, a vest and bowtie, he was refreshingly younger than other’s I’d seen and had me in stitches at his punchy joke lines. Mr. Pevsner as Mr. Flynn shone with his strong vocals and his straight talk. Ms. Murphy-Johnson as Mama was also quite funny and commanding whenever she started to belt. I was also pleased that this Hollywood production of the show kept the Broadway joke that Hollywood dumped when they hired Christine Baranski for the role of Mary Sunshine. Willam Belli doubled the role of the emcee and Ms. Sunshine with a rough conviction; he even gave me a sticker with his image and name on it with the press packet which was very nice!

In the programs directors notes Mr. Lucas says of his decision not to too greatly alter his staging “Part of me feels that if something isn’t broken, why fix it?” “Chicago” at the Hudson Backstage Theatre got it just right and hopefully you were able to be a part of their celebration before their floodlights went dark.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

"Say You Love Satan"

The Man in Red Descends on Tinsel Town

By Jesse Schmitt

The prince of darkness lives in Hollywood? While many would argue on the merits of this statement the truth is clear that the devil is out there and getting ready to make his move on the greater Los Angeles area, so grab your torches, garlic cloves, pitchforks, rosary, and the Good Book and hit the street!

And don’t forget your credit cards people; else you might miss the man of the hour as he steps downstage. I’m talking of course about “Say You Love Satan,” the new show which is all set to go January 18th through February 24th, 2008. Performances will be held at the ATTIC Theatre & Film Center (5429 W. Washington Blvd) this show looks to draw all types and you can bet that the crowds are going to be up for this. The show will play on Fridays and Saturdays at 8 PM, Sundays at 2 PM.

With successful runs in New York, San Francisco, and Chicago, this NYC Fringe Festival Excellence in Playwriting Award winner will be pleased to see you. The playwright, Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa is thrilled to be in LA and is quite excited to present the area debut of his gay occult comedy.

The press release puts it like this: “SAY YOU LOVE SATAN centers around Andrew, an affable graduate student researching the works of Dostoevsky, who meets a handsome stranger named Jack. The two start dating, despite the fact that Jack has the number "666" burned into his forehead. But as this seriously entertaining comedy unspools, Andrew begins to realize that Jack isn't the Devil's son at all—he's something far, far worse… truly, a boyfriend of the damned.”So if you feel as though you’ve had “The Boyfriend form Hell,” you really have no idea. For more information about this show or to order tickets:

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Because of Beth & Live! Nude! Girl! Hit the Street

There is always a lot of buzz about the theatre scene in New York City; there are a pair of shows popping up in the next couple of days which you may regret not finding out a little more about when you had the chance.

The New York Premiere of “Because of Beth” is currently up at the Workshop Theatre (312 W 36th St 4th floor) and will continue its run until the 20th of January.

“Because of Beth” deals with familiar and very difficult themes that all of us will need to deal with at one point in our lives. Beth is a recently deceased mother, ex-wife, and fiancé. The problems here are a common one in any family who has gone through a divorce; her children are quarreling, their father, her ex-husband has been long estranged and is only reintroduced with the passing of Beth. Introduce the players who have been there the whole time with an outsider, in a sense, and you’ve got a powder keg which is just waiting to burst.

“Because of Beth” was written by Elana Gartner and directed by Clara Barton Green. If you’d like more info on this powerful show you can visit the SmartTix page for all ticket and scheduling information (https://www.smarttix.com/show.aspx?showcode=BEC6)

Another new show which is generating a lot of buzz is the Equity reading of “Live! Nude! Girl!” at the Bleecker Street Theatre (45 Bleecker St – Lafayette & Mott) According to the shows press information: "What if a 1950s Midwestern housewife got so sick of making meatloaf every Tuesday night that she snapped — and ran away to Las Vegas? What if her mother could drink like Dean and her daughter entertain like Sammy? And what if this housewife went from the silent and submissive bottom to the tough, impulsive and calculated top of the heap? Live! Nude! Girl! is an original musical that tells the story of a once in a lifetime chance for one woman to break out of her rut into something original and cool."

The show is at 7PM on January 14. With book and lyrics by Donna Kaz and music by Wayne Barker, there has been a lot of positive chatter for this pending showcase. For even more info check out (http://www.playbill.com/news/article/114058.html)

Friday, January 11, 2008

Three's Company Too

Why "Big Baby" Needs Another Look

By Jesse Schmitt

As I stepped into the small black box space known as the Lounge Theatre (6201 Santa Monica Blvd Hollywood) I was immediately taken to a very at once familiar and inviting and frightening and uncomfortable place. At first I thought that perhaps the un-comfort came from the narrow rows of chairs (four and four, left and right) placed very close together through eight rows on a decidedly raked platform; the folks behind me were yelping in my ears the whole show. We were also down front which was fine until the old woman and her son started whipping the leather belt around. In hindsight though I’d been to more uncomfortable spaces and the fact remained that this was a black box so intimacy is all very well calculated and staged accordingly.

The thing, I think now, that had me most afraid was the parts that were also familiar. Plush, old pattern loveseat with a knit blanket, multi colored walls, and that little piece of something intangible (perhaps it was the shoe horn on the table) made me feel as though I were back in a home I’d been to years before; maybe an aunt or grandmother.

However this home also had a lot of stagnation inside of it. Mildew for mildews sake, a five bulb chandelier with two bulbs lit, a baseball in a baseball holder which appeared as though it hadn’t been touched in twenty years. This home made me feel very unsettled just because of it being there; this fact was not lost on me and these feelings did not go on unaddressed.

But back to the play. The press release calls “Big Baby” a “seriocomedy about a crazy Catholic mother living with her disturbed middle aged son who falls for the dominatrix next door;” if you are able to read that and picture what I did then you’ve passed and you may go home.














I’m not sure what a “seriocomedy” is supposed to be, but I don’t think that my read on this play is what the playwright was going for. The lead character and playwright (Joe Keyes) is Kile; the middle aged, conspiracy theorist, anti-religion, anti-government, mentally disturbed man who is usually afflicted with a noticeable tick when he’s talking with (yelling at) his mother June (Danielle Kennedy). He lives with mom and they bicker like a pair of ninnies over everything from their wildly differing recollections of the last forty years to their split opinion on the sexual orientation of their local priest.

That goes on for a while and I felt like I was in a jungle of drunken monkeys. None of the jokes were hitting their mark, for me, nearly as well as they were for the rest of the audience. “Maybe I’m just missing something?” I thought. I’d had this same issue at “A Tune Christmas” at first and that one ended up being great. But this is a thing I’ve noticed generally about Los Angelians or at least the theatre going set; there is an entirely different pace, tempo, set up, let’s call it patience in many of the places I’ve been thus far. People are willing to wait a lot longer for the punch line and they’re won over a lot easier than I’m accustomed to; sometimes the payoff is worth it; many times it just fizzles.

Be that as it may the very beginning of this show I thought was rude, crude, and mean. This mother and son are so totally rude to one another to the point of being offensive. While that was disturbing, there was something else nagging at me and I couldn’t figure it until I got out. I had decided it was the voice of the characters. In the beginning the mother and son are finishing each others thoughts and speaking in a sameness which sounds more to me like the rambling of a writers thinking conflicted thoughts at their typewriter (or the screaming guilty thoughts of an altar boy) rather than a writer who is using two people with different ideas and different feelings to convey a disagreement.

Enter Nancy (Chloe Taylor) their new neighbor who is introduced and promptly struck with a broom stick. The physical comedy of this show was another thing which could have been used to greater effect; much of the ‘action’ was committed offstage and we were only permitted see these folks in the living room. Nancy drags a trail of blood in and June insists she’s “Mary” (this joke has already been played out over the course of her and her sons interaction as she on numerous occasions invokes “the blessed virgin Mary”) Kile is interested but ashamed as June flogs out all the dirty laundry she’s had on her son all his life.

Rather than being repulsed, Nancy is for some reason intrigued and the three of them get into another round of like voiced characters; this time it’s “three as one.” My head was spinning and I was glad to see the scene end as all the noise was rather distressing.

Once the first scene is over (there were three scenes; the first is about half the 85 min play) the show starts to take wings. We learn that Nancy is a college student who is a dominatrix to pay the bills while she’s studying English Lit. This is a markedly different turn for June and Kile; mother would rather put on blinders (“sounds like she’s babysitting”) while son is aroused.

The acting is all good and I can’t fault any of them; they gave the lines as much as could be got; but the players seem listless; without any real passion. This speaks to the writing; I hope this show is able to go through a rewrite before they decide to stage it again. Everything in this show feels as though it’s a little too close to the chest of the playwright; he could use some objective eyes and ears to help make it more accessible.

I won’t go into detail on the remainder save to say that this play seems to end right before where it begins. We’re introduced to June and Kile on a cliff’s edge. The introduction of Nancy sends them careening and clawing and as all three push away and cling to each other for dear life. In the end though, they’re back on stable ground, but for how long?

“There’s something wrong with all of this,” says Kile just before the curtain drops, “I’m trying though; I’m trying.”

“You need to find some peace,” replies June.

If the show had ended there, I might have felt better about their prospects. But at the very last another element is thrown in which made me feel like we were watching an episode of “Three’s Company.” Jack and Janet have just unraveled one of their crazy adventures and then Chrissy comes racing in to send ironic hands up into the air and the audience laugh track on high.

I know a lot of adults live with their parents and I know that a lot of drama sometimes ensues. But is “Big Baby” real life, really?

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

"Thing to Thing to Thing" Takes It's Final Bows in Los Angeles

When it Left We Were Sad to See it Go; Now it is Back for One Final Show

By Jesse Schmitt

"Thing to Thing to Thing: From Crazy to Sane with Biofeedback, Autism, and the Brain" is a truly special occasion and should be seen by everyone. This show is a rare bird as it is a one woman, musical, written by it's performer as she details her own struggle with her adopted autistic children.

With an amazing and insightful bit of heaven at her back, Lynette Louise brings back her three hour odyssey for the one show she's got left in her. This show started in Los Angeles and has traveled to San Diego, Chicago, New York, Boston, Houston and the Simi Valley and she's ready to take her curtain call at the Complex (Dorie) Theatre in Hollywood.

Lynette Louise is actually a mother of eight and she is a performer as well. But she had to put her performance career on hold while she managed to heal several of her kids who were afflicted with autism. This may seem like a fool's task but the lessons learned in this cathartic healing process actually empowered Ms. Louise to bring her story to the stage to share with the world.

Concurrent with her coping with this disease she began working with other families around the world trying to bring a little bit of peace, a little bit of compassion, and a greater understanding for the plight which these kids were living and the ways that collectively they could all turn their lives towards good.

According to recent press coverage, the changes "are amazing, and Ms. Louise is committed to bringing the information to the world." With one of the elements that are sadly too often missing in this day and age there is a lesson learned, there were undoubtedly mistakes made, but it is an incredible story with "an inspiring, happy ending."

Another tickling little fact about this show is that Ms. Louise is trying to incorporate those who are stricken with Autism as well; not just preach to people with no idea or vested interest. Disabled adults and Parents of Autistic children admitted to this show for free; there is only the need for the interested parties to "Call in" their reservation beforehand. A small service fee will apply.

Autism is a brain disorder which afflicts a great many more people than most are even aware of. When brave people such as Lynette Louise stand up and share their story we are that much closer to a broader outreach and greater understanding through the shared sacrifice and burden of caring for and making sure that all who need it are permitted treatment.

Summer Playwright’s Festival Goes “Public”

January 7th, 2008

The Public Theatre Hosts Festival of New Works

By Jesse Schmitt

For playwrights all over the nation there is a great festival which anyone and everyone who is able should try to be a part of. The Summer Play Festival, which, this coming July, is celebrating its fifth anniversary, has recently went Public with its forthcoming information and with its locale.

Running for the first time this year at the legendary Joe Papp’s Public Theatre on Lafayette Street, the 2008 Summer Play Festival promises to be the most exciting event yet. Anyone who knows anything about the downtown theatre scene in New York City will tell you that The Public is one of those revered places which so many talented artists have passed through. Under the skilled direction of Mr. Papp and in his name since then you could say that The Public has shaped the landscape of plays, playwrights, and the theatre scene all over the world.

Bringing in challenging new works was a signature of The Public Theatre from it’s first production; the legendary musical “Hair” as well as the show which eclipsed anyone’s expectations, “A Chorus Line,” which went on to an uber-impressive fifteen year run on Broadway (and is currently back on the Rialto).

Papp is no longer alive and thus no longer running things day to day at the theatre; but his legend lives on. There have been a number of artistic and critical successes as of late including “Bring in ‘Da Noise; Bring in ‘Da Funk,” the critically praised but commercially unsuccessful “The Ride Down Mt. Morgan,” and one of the many riveting breakout works of Richard Greenberg “Take Me Out.”

So the fact that The Summer Play Festival is coming to The Public is a no-brainer pairing in many people’s eye. The Public Theatre has remained one of New York’s and the world’s preeminent cultural institutions; the pairing of The Summer Play Festival with the wide and varied selection of cutting edge writers and excellent new theatre only makes sense.

This year The Summer Play Festival will run from July 1 to July 27, 2008 in the East Village of Manhattan. While this year’s submissions have closed many people are getting very excited about the prospective lineup of new plays just due to the success of past participants in The Summer Play Festival. If you’d like more information about the upcoming festival or about other partnerships and events which are going on with The Summer Play Festival you should certainly check out their website. The site also offers you the ability to keep an eye out for their current and forthcoming news.

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The Golden State by Dell'Arte Theatre Company Moves Downstate

There are many things which are not praised enough in the world of live performance; events which are rehearsed and seemingly pedestrian in their execution but which can alter the viewer’s perception, shift consciousness, alter reality. Some performance is so beautiful, so eye-opening, so original and inventive that people walk away from performance more aware and fundamentally changed. So it is for the Dell’Arte Company; their internationally recognized brand of physical, ensemble theatre has earned their reputation the world over.

The Dell’Arte International School of Physical Theatre was founded in the early 1970’s and has been offering training in acting, voice, movement, and related physical skills with particular attention paid to mask, tragedy, clown, as well as the legendary commedia dell’arte.

The group is heading south from their home in Northern California down to present their interpretation of Moliere’s “The Miser” entitled “The Golden State.” Their show series begins at Occidental College’s Keck Theatre (1600 Campus Rd Eagle Rock CA) February 1st & 2nd. Then the show will move into a temporary home at the 24th Street Theatre (1117 W 24th St Los Angeles CA) February 8th- 24th.

Even though this is the Dell’Arte companies first visit to Los Angeles in almost 19 years that will likely soon change. According to Dell’Arte’s producing artistic director and the director of this production, “We want to make 24th Street our Los Angeles base so we can come down every year and people will know where to look for us.”

The humor found in Moliere’s cannon is not lost on this production and their modern spin on this classic text is emblematic. First written in 1667, this “incarnation of greed was a rich old coot named Harpagon, whose love for his cashbox eclipsed all other loves, even that for his children.”

Without the least bit or irony Dell’Arte have taken their “The Golden State”, adaptation and turned this premise around to the mirror. The people in California are heady, the people in California are into themselves, and this is where the humor takes off. According to their press release, this piece gets steam from “hedonisticSouthern California (and) also draws its inspiration from humanity's blinding and passionate lust for money. The Dell’Arte Company have taken Moliere's comedy of profit-driven family relations and turned it on its head, re-inventing the miser as an elderly California widow with a fortune stuffed in her bra and whose adult children are the desperate products of her fanatical hoarding.”

Ticket prices vary and there are discounts for students at both venues with valid ID. If you are looking for something completely different than you should check out Dell’Arte Theatre Company and their presentation of “The Golden State."


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Frankie & Johnny Return to Tinsel Town–Screen & Stage Collide in Hollywood in Terrance McNally’s Classic

January 4th, 2008

Frankie & Johnny In The Clair De Lune emerge from the vaults and make their move on the
Hudson Mainstage Theatre

By Jesse Schmitt

Who could forget Al Pacino and Michele Pfeiffer in the move of the same name? You don’t chose love, love chooses you; fuhugetaboutit! But the real truth remains still a mystery to many of those who were even familiar with the film. The fact remains that the 1987 play written by Terrance McNally originally starred not Michele Pfeiffer but Kathy Bates (!) in a dramatic departure from the film version and was much more stark than what Hollywood portrayed.

But as they say, everyone deserves a second chance and so under the associate production of renowned acting teacher to the stars, Larry Moss comes this exiting revival “Frankie & Johnny In The Clair De Lune.” Set to open in previews on January 17th & 18th with the official opening on January 19th for an impressive length run until March 1, 2008 at the Hudson Mainstage Theatre (6539 Santa Monica Blvd) in Hollywood, this production promises to be a gem.

Set around the adroit story of Johnny, a short order cook and ex-con who is able to con his way into the lonely life of drifter waitress Frankie, this is a timeless love story for our modern times. It would seem that all at once too many of us are too consumed by ourselves to see the bigger picture or too immersed in the day to day melodrama to not be able to see the next foot in front of the last or to even know where that next step may lead. This is the plight of Frankie and it takes a one night stand and a Romeo pose from Johnny to show her that the only thing stronger than her desire to be left alone is his will not to let that happen.

We are all asked in seeing this play to hold up the looking glass and peer inside of our own lives and try to piece together the missing links. Many times when people speak of “life imitating art” they are being trite and are ignoring the much larger point that all of life imitates all of art because art is created from life. But the characters in Frankie & Johnny In The Clair De Lune will still reach down to that most special, deepest part and the words of Mr. McNally will elicit both a laugh and a tear as you bring your hands together in applause.

If this restaging is anything like the recent revival on Broadway with Stanley Tucci and Edie Falco, then the Los Angeles theatre goers are in for quite a treat.

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Big Baby Comes to The Lounge Theatre in Hollywood

January 3rd, 2008

Stick Your Head In Gravy

By Jesse Schmitt

Los Angeles likes to do things in high style and they are kicking off 2008 in such style with a number of exciting new theatrical openings which are taking shape as we speak.
One of these very exciting openings is “Big Baby,” which opens up January 10, 2008 and is slated to run through February 9, 2008. “Big Baby is playing at The Lounge Theatre (6201 Santa Monica Blvd; Hollywood).

This play was written by Joe Keyes, a playwright who has brought about such classics as “Bob’s Holiday Office Party” and “Pete’s Garage.” This show is one which has been cleverly directed by Matt Roth. Mr. Roth has a long and rich resume which includes his work as an actor, has appeared in many well respected circles such as Steppenwolf Theatre Company in Chicago among others. Roth has also been a star of the stage and the small screen in a number of situations.

Big Baby is the story of Kile. A mentally ill grown adult man, Kile lives in the mid-west; he lives in an apartment; he lives in drudgery. But this is not a drudgery of his own design, really, because he still lives with his mother. As stern as the day he was a boy, the mother keeps Kile in a regimented, restricted, abusive routine. Kile sees no end to his dreary existence; no end until a new neighbor comes in next door. Nancy is not only mysterious and exciting; she’s also a dominatrix.

Big Baby is a play which should keep you in stitches in spite of yourself. A common story told in uncommon tenor, Big Baby is about the fight we all fight all our lives; the search for companionship, the struggle for understanding, the quest for love.

With searing, swooping, epic themes, Joe Keyes touches on many of our most primal, gut issues including the mother son relationship, religion, sex, shame, gluttony, fear, the sadomasochistic impulse inside of us all and an addiction to baloney which could have you cringing in your seat.

Touted as a “funny, frightening, brutal and sad” story; Big Baby seems to be as much about the playwrights search for answers as it is about his characters. And in this world as we all struggle for meaning and grapple with these larger questions which plague us every day, an understanding of self is about as close as any of us should be able to get before we make that last great ascent.

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Naked Yoga Bares All at the Unknown

January 4th, 2008

Show Yours Naked

By Jesse Schmitt

Many people have opinions on alternative lifestyles, alternative diets, and alternative exercise methods. It’s actually sort of silly; where did we get the idea to eat cow and not decide that we needed to scour the Pacific Ocean bottom for fish eggs? When did we decide that staying awake in the daytime was what we were supposed to do? A lot of it has to do with tradition and the fact that we had to make due with what we had. It’s true that today there are 24 hour cities all over the world, there are all manner of food we can eat, but the truth is that year and years ago there was decidedly less option, less ability to maneuver around, and we had to get all our work done before the sun sets or vampires would come out of the hills!

While many myths have been debunked (ever seen Myth Busters?) there are some things which have always worked and that’s the reason we keep doing them. Take for example, jogging. It raises the heart rate, gets the blood flowing, makes you sweat, and when done in handy enough fashion keeps you in shape.

But there are always alternatives! There has to be! Yoga has been around in the east for thousands of years; in some marketing department in the 80’s some marketing department came up with the idea that people in America would love Yoga! Women loved Jane Fonda videos but while the men were playing racquetball and talking about their Triple Crown picks at the club, the women didn’t need to leave their 13 channel VHS equipped LCD TV (ah, memories)

Fast foreword to today; men are trying to get back ahead as it’s increasingly becoming a woman’s world (listen to Jane Fonda tell it like it is) and thus came about “Naked Yoga.” This is a world premiere of a new play about sexual politics turned on it’s head, playing at The Unknown Theatre (1110 Seward St; Los Angeles) from writer/director Alex Carter.
Mr. Carter explores the world of Yoga politics in his debut turn as writer/director. Based on a true story, Naked Yoga takes comedy up a notch as there is a whole new rulebook for sexual politics in the modern world.

With a teaser like “She came! She saw! She kicked his butt! And he never knew what hit him.” You can’t help but be intrigued. Weak men are everywhere but the old dynamic of man in a constant position of power just doesn’t apply anymore. Naked Yoga hopes to explore, expose, and exploit this fact with humor and humanity.