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Friday, March 11, 2016

"Verona Walls" at The Workshop Theater

I am always a little reticent when I happen upon a Shakespeare reimagining that seems just a little too offbeat to be viewed sober. Still I am always up to hear someone’s take on “Romeo & Juliet.” My wife, the accomplished Shakespeare actress, cringes, when she hears someone speak of true love “like Romeo and Juliet.” As she reminds me, these crazy kids knew one another less than 24 hours before tying the knot and sacking up. Moreover when anyone rips this story from the Middle Ages and into the modern world, the ability for this story to take place gets even more far-fetched. With cell phones and text messaging, this is a story which never would have happened today or only in the most remote service coverage areas of the world. Can you hear me now?

Flynn and McCurdy sitting before "Verona Walls"


With all that in mind and flask in pocket I recently attended the new play by Laura Hirschberg, directed by DeLisa M. White at the Workshop Theatre in midtown; “Verona Walls.” 

This show is about appears about as trippy a telling of "Romeo & Juliet" as you could imagine. “Verona Walls” tells the story of Mercutio and his own difficulties in love PRIOR to the action in the Bard's original. “Verona Walls” is not some rehashed telling of what we already know. Rather, this is “the story of real love in Shakespeare’s star-crossed city, complete with misunderstandings, perfect happiness, and devastating heartbreak. Classical verse mixes with Star Wars references and Beatles lyrics in this tragicomedy about the lives and loves of Shakespeare’s characters before they got swept up in the Bard’s creation.”

Got that? So the best friend in “Romeo & Juliet” was riffing on Star Wars and Lennon/McCartney before the actual time and place in the original text.  I am always eager for new ideas, but from the press materials this seemed to be reaching just a tad.

ANY-WAY.

I got inside the Workshop Theater 4th floor lobby about 10 minutes prior to curtain and they opened the house not long after that. I ambled into the 60-odd-seat black box and Madonna’s classic, “Like a Prayer” was playing.  Even though the daytime high temperature had been relatively warm for March the theatre was very chilly. During intermission a gent and I shared an elevator downstairs and he remarked as much to me.

I found my seat and was rocking out to their choice of music before the show. In addition to Madonna there was Bowie’s classic “The Man Who Sold the World” and a song we’d hear again and again tonight; "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds.”

Still the Workshop Theater was filled on Thursday night with all manner of artists and athletes and their conversation soon became loud enough to drown out the pre-show set list. 

The woman sitting down next to me told anyone who'd hear her that she had been writing her opus play for 7 years. “It’s just something I do,” she remarked before leaning into the education system saying they needed more Shakespeare and arts classes. Also there was an athlete guy behind me was in a bigger party talking about hip flexors. The takeaway here is that everyone in the house seemed to have some loose connection to at least a few others. The mood was jovial but I felt a tad out of the loop. Just prior to the lights going out the director came out to speak with her hip flexed friend behind me and began raving about the quality of the set. 

strident walls in "Verona Walls"


The set was an integral component to the scene changes here and this is where Beatles classics, Foo Fighters, and Cheap Trick come into play. For many of the scene changes the three people who were ostensibly the chorus would lead the cast in a musical interlude where they would all sing along to a song like “I Want You to Want Me,” “Everlong,” or several Beatles songs including “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds.” It was an interesting tool but I question the utility of such scene changes in a black box space. The sets were just okay; the main stage showing when we came in evoked the Berlin Wall perhaps or more to the point, Eric Bogosian’s “Suburbia.” The side of a convenience store, nowhere in particular, where the only thing to keep the kids occupied is to spray paint the walls. 

There was some interesting spray painting happening including a “See no evil, Hear no evil, Speak no evil” image with the message WAKE UP ITALY below it. That was a gentle enough nudge to political and social unrest galvanized by an activist minority. There was also an image of a young girls shadow, ponytailed and innocent looking, standing before a young boy shadow. Both have their hands behind their backs; the boy is holding what might be flowers, the girl is holding what looks to be a baseball bat.  Subtle.

Also if you’re going to change the set around to “become” the tavern where they were quite often, you’ve got to go all-in and not take shots with empty glasses. Rum is clear, vodka is clear; that can just be water. If you’re having whisky (which they were more than once) then iced tea or cider works well. I just didn’t understand why you had to “show” the bar if it’s just a different setting or why you'd even produce shot glasses if you're not going to actually drink. I guess I’d just like to see them go that extra step of putting something into the shot glasses or flasks that they air-consumed. 

With all that out of the way let’s get into the story. So this is basically the story of what happens before “Romeo & Juliet.” Even though it’s happening in present day with references to things like GPS, talking on cell phones, and so many other modern trappings. The impetus for this night is that Mercutio (Ryan McCurdy)(Romeo’s best friend in the Shakespeare work) is done with love. Much like Ross from “Friends” (or Rachel for that matter), he is finished with the trope of love.  I thought first of George Costanza from “Seinfeld,” when the character gave up sex with his at that time girlfriend and became brilliant; but that’s neither hither nor tither. Even though Mercutio is done with love and just isn’t going to participate, his awkward friend Benvolio (listed as "Ben" but I could have sworn they called him "Benvolio at least once) (Mick Bleyer) is hoping to pursue barmaid Mistress Quickly (Christine Verleny). Like a laser Ben zeroes in on the very eager Mistress Quickly and the two fall in fast love. They beckon her often from the bar; and her name is Quickly. 

Enter Romeo (Jacob Owen) the svelte Casanova (dare I call him a “Romeo”?) of the group, he’s got a favor to ask of his dear heartbroken friend Mercutio; he needs a wingman. His latest love is Rosaline (Lauren Riddle) and she’s got a cousin Alyssa (Rachel Flynn). As we learn, no matter his present state of mind, Mercutio can’t let his friend down. How could you not? I mean this guy Jacob Owen looks like ginger Justin Timberlake; I wanted to hang out with him after the show! For Mercutio though it’s all about honor, friendship, and these bonds that can’t be broken. During the first half of the show he says as much to Alyssa about why he’s never travelled further than Verona. So he probably shouldn’t push too fast to get in on the sequel to this one.

For the purposes of modern discussion Mercutio and Alyssa equate loosely to TV’s Ross and Rachel. Alyssa has more of the wanderlust spirit in her where Mercutio wants simply to exist in his perpetual present. As a performer McCurdy evokes a deep brooding in his apparent conflicted mindset, restless and unhappy in his present state while still not wanting any change. While “Romeo & Juliet’s” original character is hotheaded and bored of his friend’s sunny outlook towards life, McCurdy plays this Mercutio with a deeper dourness that brought to mind the characters Hamlet or even Richard III.

Flynn introduces us to Alyssa and seems to be going through her own change. While out of one side of her mouth she is stridently independent and still wants to get out and see the world, she also seems to realize the limitations of that attitude and is queerly drawn to the strident Mercutio.  Has Cupid landed his mark? It doesn't take long to begin that ride.

Verleny and Bleyer are both accomplished performers in their own tertiary roles as Mistress Quickly and bashful Ben. From the get-go Ben seems primed for a change of scenery. Still much like the Benvolio character in “Romeo & Juliet,” Ben is interested in keeping the peace and making sure all remains fair in Verona.  While Quickly doesn’t appear ready to physically go anywhere, she also appears eager for whatever may come from her admirer. 

Owen flanked by Flynn (R) and Riddle (standing L) with
Wasser (far L) in "Verona Walls"

Riddle has done the best she can with a character that seems ripped from a TMZ headline. The character of Rosaline is a bit of a slut and shows off her true colors pretty quickly. Owen is the light on the stage and really should be more aptly paired with Flynn. In fact one of the real puzzles for my mind, if he is so quick to fall in and out of love, is why he even gave Rosaline a second look when he met her lovely cousin Alyssa. 

Matthew Russell, Ben Sumrall, and Liz Wasser are all competent barflies in this play but are grossly underused. Wasser and Russell do a fine job singing and playing instruments when called upon but their parts in the story are minimal. Their virtually always being onstage though reminded me of the homeless and drug addicted chorus characters in “Rent.” All that needed to happen for a true bit of mind-bending comeuppance is for one of the three of them to pick up a squeegee and spout, “honest living, honest living.”

While it may not be sure what it is; history or comedy; drama or musical; “Friends” or “Rent;” “Verona Walls” is a refreshing take on classical themes. While I may have gone on at some critical length, this genre of multimedia play has real promise.

“Verona Walls” is a play about hope, opportunity, promise, change, the bonds of family, and the ties of lifelong friendship. It’s about holding on and letting go. With cell phones. And slow motion Japanese kickboxing. With moves which look like they were gleaned from “Mortal Combat.” And Beatles songs. And Foo Fighters. But I could see Dave Grohl in a frilly, Middle Ages style shirt. 

At the end of the day what’s most important is how the audience took to the material. There were so many jovial hoots and hollers this evening, I felt like I was in British Parliament. Or a Bernie Sanders rally. Because to a modern audience not bound by things like time and place, “Verona Walls” is a lot of fun! So while it’s still running, come on out and enjoy this great escape from the stresses of life. An escape that can whisk you away, through time and space, to another place, off Across the Universe! 

Saturday, March 15, 2014

"Nothing But Trash" at Theatre for the New City

When I went out tonight to see “Nothing But Trash” the new play by Andy Halliday at the Lower East Side’s Theatre for the New City (155 First Avenue), I was not planning on writing a review. I didn’t bring my camera, I didn’t bring a notepad; in truth my wife and I almost didn’t’ make it to the space on time so we didn’t even buy our tickets ahead of schedule. We were heading out to support an old friend of ours, one of the stars of the show, Tim McGarrigal.  However this lurid tale of forbidden love was a great time and something that everyone who’s able should make it up to see.

McGarrigal stars as Tab, a wide-eyed young man who is just coming into his own and beginning to put his feelers out towards life and the world. Rory Max Kaplan is cast opposite Tab as Troy, the wrong-side-of-the-tracks summer companion who winds up being much more.

While the premise of summer love has been done a thousand times before, Halliday reaches for a different type of tapestry. The details may be convoluted and Oedipal but the message is simple: love hurts. Love comes in many shapes and from different directions.  Love can blindside you and usually takes your breath away. Love can be simple and love can be kind; love can be rigorous and love can be consuming. Even when it’s hazy and does all these things love can also reveal an elevated and enlightened sense of truth. And love changes you; for better and for worse.

Put into a deeper sense of time and place; “Nothing But Trash” is set in idyllic 1958. This was an era of homegrown innocence and because it’s past is in our mind’s eye, everything is pretty well set in stone. Things were pure, intentions were earnest, and right and wrong were clearly defined. Halliday’s deliciously lurid cast of characters all have burdens to bear. It's revealed during the fast paced 100 minutes of this show, that even the most upstanding citizens of 1958 had skeletons in their closet. Even those who appear devoid of a dark side or 'just want to explore Paris' still have their crosses to bear.  Even with all the high-pitched melodrama at the end of the play, it’s true love which swoops in, wins out., and ultimately saves the characters day.

G.R. Johnson directs this very able cast. McGarrigal and Kaplan are joined onstage by Tim Burke, Andrew Glaszek. John Kevin Jones, David Errigo Jr., Jeffrey Vause, Steven Wenslawski and the playwright Halliday.

Nothing But Trash” continues running at Theatre for the New City through March 23, 2014. Tickets are available through Smart Tix.






Monday, June 23, 2008

Ensemble Studio Theatre Marathon of One Act Plays

Marathon Goes Gasping

by Jesse Schmitt

When I first attended a show at the Ensemble Studio Theatre more than 10 years ago I was dazzled at their wall of pictures of previous performers. One picture always caught my eye; a show at EST from 1986 starring Sarah Jessica Parker and Elias Koteas. The picture caught my eye not so much for her as, at the time, she was not nearly the superstar she is today (though, at the time, I was able to appreciate her performance in Steve Martin’s “LA Story”) No, it was for Mr. Koteas as he had starred as the renegade Casey Jones in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie from my youth.

Another thing that I noted was the creaky, slow, small elevator, the tepid cough from the air conditioning unit, the cramped seating arrangements, and that big pillar which runs right through their second floor theatre.

I guess that was what was always impressive about the Ensemble Studio Theatre; what had happened there before. Being an eternal optimist when I first arrived here, I imagined some young scribe gazing up to the wall in the future and seeing a photograph of a show of mine and listlessly imagining themselves as I did before.

Time and experience changes a lot of things, but the spaces at the Ensemble Studio Theatre are a bit like Time in a Bottle. The elevator is the same, the waiting area is the same, the air conditioning is still lukewarm, the seating is still the same, and the same pictures still hang on the wall. Though the inside may have been moved around and the paintjob appears to be fresh, I wonder about what’s new that’s going on at EST. When I found out that the historic 30th Anniversary of their popular “Marathon of One Act Plays” series was taking place, I quickly jumped on board and made my way to series C.

Let me take a step back and say that the outgrowth from EST is really quite amazing. To think not even of Ms. Jessica Parker and Mr. Koteas, the list of those who the entertainment media have been or are currently associated with the popular off Broadway venue is awe inspiring indeed: Sam Shepard, John Patrick Shanley, Jon Voight, Cassandra Medley, Billy Aaronson, Leslie Ayvazian, Lewis Black, Leslie Caputo, Danny DeVito, Richard Dreyfuss, Christopher Durang, Horton Foote, Amy Fox, Richard Greenberg, Romulus Linney, William H. Macy, David Mammet, David Margulies in addition to the late Wendy Wasserstein, Shel Silverstein, and of course the former artistic director Kurt Dempster, among countless others. So it is not that a great many talented people are not regulars at EST. In addition, two very excellent playwrights with whom I studied; Christopher Ceraso and Edward Allen Baker regularly have their work showcased at EST and they may even still be teaching through the theatre.

So needless to say, more than 10 years hence and my being quite cynical about the state of things in general, the bar was set quite high in my mind for the caliber of work I would be seeing at Series C of the EST Marathon. I had been to the Marathon in years past and one thing which I was always impressed with was the brevity I felt in seeing the plays. 5 one act plays, some as short as 10 minutes, showcased with talented actors, minimal staging, few scene changes, and important themes.

The first play of the evening, “Piscary” by Frank D. Gilroy, directed by Janet Zarish was a relationship play set around a Scrabble board. The “He” character, played with nervous abandon by Mark Alhadeff was having second thoughts about his marrying the “She” character, ably played by Diane Davis. He starts the play zoned in on his fish tank, feeling like they should call off the wedding which is set to go down in three weeks. She reacts with an unreal amount of calmness in the eyes of this reviewer who was just married within the year (that, or my new wife is quick to pull her punches; the truth, I’m sure, lie somewhere in between) Maybe Ms. Davis’ character is used to this crazy talk from Mr. Alhadeff which would be considered by some a role reversal for genders, but who’s keeping track?

The embattled couple get down to brass tacks when he declares that she is no good at Scrabble; that’s the reason he wants to call off the wedding. They decide to square off in a mano-e-mano game of winner-take-all Scrabble, the house, the stuff, the fish tank. He is confident, she is cool. When she opens up her verbose vocabulary and takes him to the ropes, he is despondent. The ending is something of a compromise and really speaks to the amount of marriages that are rushed into by late in life couples (ugh! Late 20’s!)

The second play, “In Between Songs” was written by the popular comedian Lewis Black and directed by Rebecca Nelson. Starring Jack Gilpin as Chaz, David Wohl as Ed, and Cecilia DeWolf as Grace, this play stands as a trippy retrospective on a life lived. At the outset, the indistinguishable characters are all sitting, listening to a Bob Dylan record; then the song stops. All the rest of the action of the play takes place before the music gets going again.

This play really seemed more like an homage to how good life is (particularly when fueled along with cannabis) and how good their life had been. They all feel “interconnected;” Grace hits the bowl, literally, of some Stove Top stuffing, like it was like warmth for hypothermia sufferer and that was the whole point, I imagine. That we all need things, sometimes for much longer or much greater than we are conscious of; and when we get these needs fulfilled, we have a very hard time letting go.

The third play in the series, “Flowers” was written by Jose Rivera and directed by Linsay Firman. Starring Raul Castillo as Beto and Flora Diaz as Lulu this play is a fantasy trip of the imagination of children. Beto and Lulu are brother and sister and Lulu, slight elder, is 12. She has begun sprouting acne and she feels this is a revelatory event that her video game playing brother should take note of.

One thing that these two did in the play which really got to me was they addressed the audience directly. One thing I learned in my studies as a playwright (especially my more advanced studies at EST) was that breaking down that fourth wall should only be of absolute necessity and should be used sparingly. Every time the other character left the stage, the one left would talk to the audience and fill us in on all the back-story. If you can’t tell the story in the present moment and if what is going on onstage isn’t interesting enough for us to be engaged, then you probably shouldn’t be telling said story.

This was, by-and-large, the case for “Flowers.” Lulu’s acne began sprouting branches and these branches began flowering. This idea was a little strange premise for a play that otherwise seemed so real.

It was after this play that the intermission took hold. It was almost 105 minutes in! I deciphered my other obligations for the evening (I had to be at work at 11PM) and bolted during intermission. I hastened to even write a half-baked review of this series, but apparently I had a lot to say.

I do hope for the reinvention of the Ensemble Studio Theatre; I imagine a day when I can return there and see challenging work from unknown playwrights and be satisfied that the time spent there was at least thought provoking. However I have to say that this latest go-round, with three tapped out old stoners, two kids with wild imaginations, and a bickering couple, pre-marriage, is nothing all that new.

Ensemble Studio Theatre
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