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August 27 - September 28, 2008
Trumbo: Red, White and
Blacklisted
Reviewed August 31 by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 1:40 - no intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a chance to get
to know a fascinating individual through a marvelous performance |
Screenwriter Dalton Trumbo used a device that may look a
bit odd to members of the younger generation who are reading this on their
laptop screens or even their web-enabled I-Phone. It is a typewriter, a
device that writers used to put words on paper before the English language
began to be ravaged by the word-abridgement and initial replacement
techniques of email and txting. Full words. Full sentences. Full paragraphs.
Dalton Trumbo wrote full thoughts out in full. And he was very, very good at
it. Those thoughts in those words are the stuff of this new bio-play
assembled from his letters by his son. The son wrote himself into the piece
as a narrator in order to give the audience a basic course in the horrors of
the time of blacklisting that so affected America, Hollywood and Trumbo from
roughly 1947 to 1960. The play isn't a history lesson, however. It is a
personal visit with a fascinating individual whose wit, intelligence and
integrity come down to us in his own -- What do you call them? Oh, yes. --
words!
Storyline: Dalton Trumbo, one of the more successful screenwriters in
Hollywood before and during World War II, refused to cooperate with the
House Committee on Un-American Activities. For his stand he was imprisoned
and the studios refused to hire him to write screenplays - the infamous
blacklisting. The story of his experience is delivered in the first person
using his own words from his voluminous correspondence.
The play is an obvious labor of love by its author, the
son of its subject. Christopher Trumbo wrote the piece about five years ago
and it has been gathering productions around the country. He takes the
negatives of Hollywood and Washington during the infamous blacklisting
period as a given. The story of "The Hollywood Ten" who became nearly three
hundred before it was all over is explained through minimal facts and dates
in order to put his father's story into context. But it is never more than
his father's story. For an examination of the entire phenomenon of the "red
scare" and America's response to the dangers of the cold war, you have to
look elsewhere. For a chance to meet and get to know Dalton Trumbo, you need
look no further than Rep Stage.
Getting to know Dalton Trumbo, as enjoyable as that
may be, is not the only joy this production has to offer. The other is the
opportunity to watch Nigel Reed's performance as Dalton Trumbo. He creates a
completely compelling character.
His "Trumbo" is urbane, witty, intellectual, acerbic, intelligent, loyal and
loving. Reed combines all these aspects in a deeply human portrait that
rings true. This reviewer doesn't have any idea whether the portrait is
accurate, but Reed's creation is a vital, enjoyable and admirable person
whose presence it is a pleasure to be in for an hour and a half. It is all
the more impressive for those who have watched Reed work before. This is,
after all, the actor who created an Oscar Wilde in The Judas Kiss,
King Creon in
Antigone, Sir George Crotts in
Mrs. Warren's
Profession, Norman in
The Norman Conquests,
the gay art dealer in
Ten Unknowns and the besotted poet in
The Underpants.
Those are six very different characters. Here
again, Reed creates a distinct and distinctive persona.
Director Steven Carpenter keeps the focus exactly
where it should be, on the character and words of Dalton Trumbo. In
order to avoid an overly static hour and a half, he moves Reed and Jonathan
Watkins (who plays Trumbo's son) around on a multiple platform set designed
by Milagros Ponce de León. She flanks the two-platform/metal staircase
center section with two wooden walls that act as screens on which to project
images of movie posters, period photographs and news clips of the committee
investigations.
Written by Christopher Trumbo. Directed by Steven
Carpenter. Design: Milagros Ponce de León (set) Melanie A. Clark (costumes)
Andrea "Dre" Moore (properties) Andrew M. Haag, Jr. (lights) Neil McFadden
(sound) Stan Barouh (photography) Emily Carter Watson (stage manager). Cast:
Nigel Reed, Jonathan Watkins. |
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May 28 - June 28, 2008
In the Heart of America
Reviewed June 1 by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:10 - one intermission
An earnest look at men and women caught up in the horrors of war
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Those who remember Jeremy Skidmore's production of Naomi Wallace's
Slaughter City
a few years ago at the Theatre Alliance will recognize similar strengths and
weaknesses in her later play in its Potomac Region premiere at Rep
Stage under Kasi Campbell's direction. Just as there was
little subtlety in Wallace's polemic
masquerading as a play about the horrors of the industrial age, particularly
the meatpacking industry, this time the playwright's message is front and
center again in this diatribe over macho influences in adventurist foreign
policy and the military mentality. No message is relegated to the background
to be absorbed while you watch a human interest plot in the foreground. None
of Wallace's points are relegated to a secondary position. It is a full out
assault. Again this time out, the language she writes for her female
characters is impressively image-based with descriptions that bring a world
into focus, but the language for the men seems stressed beyond the normal
vocabulary of macho military types. A woman observing that "a dead child
weighs so much more than a live one" rings terribly true. A macho military
man (or his soul, actually) observing that "Shooting a child is somewhat
extraordinary, almost like shooting an angel" sounds artificial and false.
Storyline: A mélange of memory blends the Vietnam of Lt. William Calley,
who led the troops into the village of My Lai, and the world of the first
Gulf War through the efforts of a Vietnamese woman to connect with a soldier
from her past, while a Palestinian-American woman tries to find out what
happened to her brother who served in the American Army in the Saudi desert.
Wallace's conceit for this troubling drama is that the
soul of Lt. Calley, leader of Charlie Company, 1st Battalion, 20th Regiment,
11th Infantry Brigade in the Americal Division during the Vietnam war, flits
from war to war seeking some sort of equilibrium, if not peace. Match this
with two women searching for resolution to their traumas, one from the
Vietnam War and the other from the first Gulf War, and then stir in a male
sexual attraction and its homophobic antithesis, and you have Wallace's
emotionally charged two hours. Subtlety isn't an ingredient, but Campbell
leavens the mix a bit with some nice human touches between the two women and
between one, a Palestinian, and her brother, an American soldier of
Palestinian descent.
Dacyl Acevedo and Alexander Strain are quite natural
and believable in these roles, as is the entire cast. Tuyet Thi Pham is
touching as the Vietnamese woman who searches through time for word of her
family, and Brandon McCoy is natural as a southern GI, delivering the humor
Wallace includes for his character without overdoing the southern hick
stereotype that could be distracting. All of these cast members are good
indeed, but it is Tim Getman who dominates the piece as the swaggering soul
of the prototypical macho military man. He communicates his character's
repressed self-doubt and the nearly - but not completely - solid belief in
the necessity of the absolutes of military discipline and action. His is the
embodiment of "shock and awe" on a personal scale.
Contrasting the simple domesticity of a bedroom in
Atlanta with the sand of the Middle East, and a motel in Kentucky with the
sand-bagged tunnel entrance of Vietnam, Dan Conway's set leaves no space for
any of the characters to get away from the tension of the piece. He backs
the construct with a tall white screen on which scenes of the various
locales are projected. A door through that screen allows cast members to
enter the world of the play. Strangely, the projections aren't masked and,
therefore, the images shine on the performers when they are in the doorway.
Chas Marsh contributes a soundscape that goes from the faintest of wind
sounds establishing the feeling of space and loneliness to the roar of
battle.
Written by Naomi Wallace. Directed by Kasi Campbell.
Fight coordination by Robb Hunter. Design: Dan Conway (set) Kathleen Geldard
(costumes) Adrea "Dre" Moore (properties) Daniel Covey (lights) Chas Marsh
(sound) Stan Barouh (photography) Emily Carter Watson (stage manager). Cast:
Dacyl Acevedo, Tim Getman, Brandon McCoy, Tuyet Thi Pham, Alexander Strain. |
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March 26 - April 14, 2008
Thom Pain (based on nothing)
Reviewed March 29 by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 1:30 - no intermission
A rambling stream of consciousness rendered in a highly theatrical manner
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Richard Rodgers told us “Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could.”
This overly long monologue demonstrates this truth. Never mind the title
"Thom Pain." (The name is only mentioned briefly and has nothing at all to
do with the Tom Paine of Common Sense fame.) The parenthetical phrase
is the important part of the title, and it sets an impossibility as an
expectation. The human mind is incapable of not thinking about something. It
can't just think about nothing. Even transcendental meditators need mantras
and focus points to minimize the mental background noise of a mind
contemplating what Zoë Lewis calls “the miniscule-ist things.” But nothing "miniscules"
to nothing. So, in this stream of consciousness, there still is
consciousness and it has to focus on something. It isn't even a very close
approach to nothing, but its concentration on tiny ideas and details of
little consequence allows an actor of prodigious skill and considerable
charm to craft a portrait of a character out of the bits and pieces of
thought.
Storyline: The disjointed thought patterns of a monologist are shared
directly with the audience (occasionally requesting a bit of audience
participation as well) as if he has something he thinks is important to pass
on but can't quite put his finger on it.
Just who is this "Thom Paine"? Author Will Eno
gives the audience precious little by way of back story. We don't learn
where or how he came upon his obvious love of language, his intriguing store
of trivia, his considerable powers of observation or his acerbic world view.
Playwright Will Eno took the Edinburgh Fringe Festival's "Fringe First
Award" in 2004 for this rambling rumination. It captured the attention of
such powers-that-be as the Pulitzer judges who considered it a finalist for
their 2005 Prize for Drama. It might better be considered for an award for a
challenging exercise for an actor, for its principal strength is the series
of shifts in pace, tone and topic which an actor must navigate over a period
that is simply too long for the content of the piece.
Timothy Andrés Pabon is the actor in this production
and he has both the charm and the craft to make the piece be, as the Army
says, all it can be. Under Lee Mikeska Gardner's smooth direction, he
emphasizes those snippets that connect the pieces (the interrupted stories,
running gags and the highly ponderable pithy remarks) without seeming to
hammer them home. "When you have one hour to live, think of me," he says at
one point, then "When you have one day to live, think of me," at another, and
finally "When you have 30 seconds to live, think of me." This could become a
mantra in less subtle hands. He manages to get puns across with a sort of
self-effacing manner that lets their humor come through without causing a
pause in the narrative. ("Love cankers all" gets an appreciative chuckle.)
With no set design (just a chair and a huge
dictionary) but a very active light (and darkness) design by Harold Burgess,
Pabon is on his own on stage. He succeeds in capturing the attention of the
audience, but he can't hold on to that of all of them as the rambling
narrative progresses. Chas Marsh helps, especially in the early going, with
a soundscape that seems to provide additional dramatic atmosphere. He
provides a dripping water sound that might well have been left over from
Matt Rowe's audio effects at Signature Theatre's Kiss of the Spider Woman.
However, since the story Pabon begins with involves a boy, some bees and a
dog at a pond, the echo on the dripping water seems entirely too much like a
constricted interior.
Written by Will Eno. Directed by Lee Mikeska
Gardner. Design: Harold F. Burgess II (lights) Melanie Clark (costume) Chas
Marsh (sound) Stan Barouh (photograph) Emily Carter Watson (stage manager).
Cast: Timothy Andrés Pabon. |
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January 23 - February 24, 2008
Mrs. Warren's Profession
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:35 - one intermission
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Stages Pick for a solid production of a marvelous play
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New Hampshire based director Gus Kaikkonen, who directed a touching and
thoroughly entertaining
production of the Francis Biddle bio-play
Trying at Ford's
Theatre two years ago, heads out to Columbia to mount one of George Bernard Shaw's most
appreciated literate mixtures of whimsy, wit, social conscience and pithy
rejoinders, a play that was so scandalous in its day that it took nearly two
decades before it could actually be performed in public. Today's audiences
won't be shocked by the play - they may well be shocked by the idea that
anyone would have been so shocked by it as to officially ban it - but they
will be delighted by its display of mature, well considered thoughtfulness
and its seemingly inexhaustible supply of "Gee, I wish I could think of
rejoinders like that" lines. Pure Shaw is always entertaining and Kaikkonen
guides a solid presentation of this play's strengths.
Storyline: Late in the nineteenth century in the south of England, the
well-educated Miss Warren discovers for the first time the source of the
wealth that has paid for her upbringing and education. Her mother has been a
tremendously successful practitioner of the madam's art with a chain of
brothels from London to Budapest. Well, she can probably deal with the fact
that her mother has a past. But when she learns that it isn't just a past,
it is a present, that's going too far!
Director Gus Kaikkonen has his cast take pains to avoid rushing through some
of the sparkling material in order to keep from having one great line
overlap another or one sharp bit by one performer obscure a telling reaction
by another. There is a benefit to this approach - we get to savor each and
every bon mot, telling rejoinder and character quirk. But there is a cost,
as well. The pace feels slow at times and the rapidity of the repartee is
just a tad slow. They may go just a bit too far in the genteel feel but each
still gets a number of fine moments and the cumulative effect is of charm
and intelligence, just right for Shaw!
While Lisa Bostnar has the title role and does a fine
job with both its sincerity and its style, it is Natasha Staley who owns the
piece as her daughter, Miss Warren. Shaw gives us a Mrs. Warren who
is proud of her success in life and suffers no feelings of guilt for her
profession, which is precisely why the play was so shocking in its time. It
is a character perfectly in tune with early twenty-first century mores in
the English speaking world. Miss Warren, on the other hand, with her
shock and disapproval, is still a bit of a throwback to the nineteenth and,
as such, a harder role to pull off. Staley does it with a sense of personal
pride softened with just a touch of the romantic which never cancels the
keen intelligence which is the essence of the character. Matt Jared, as Miss
Warren's romantic interest takes a while to flesh out his character, but when
he does it becomes one of the stronger performances of the evening.
Both Bill Largess, as the reverend with a past (don't all of Shaw's
religious characters have a past?) and Nigel Reed, as an unregenerate
baronet, provide the kind of charmingly delightful performances every Shaw
play deserves. Michael Stebbins offers sharply effective line readings as
well.
In keeping with the solid feel of the entire project,
the physical designs of Daniel Ettinger, Kathleen Geldard and Daniel Covey
are each substantial, appropriate and effective. The script requires four
separate locations - two for each act. Ettinger's solution is a turntable
with an exterior facing one way and an interior facing the other. It
revolves between scenes and then, during intermission, the structure is
altered sufficiently so that, when seen again, it is a different locale
entirely. Since the show is mounted in the black box space, the audience is
treated to the sight of the stage hands making the transition during
intermission. Its rather fascinating. Geldard's costumes are high fashion
for England in 1894, just the right touch for the play. Covey conveys basic
information such as time of day in his lighting as well as subtly supporting
mood as the story goes from giddy and fun to serious and fun.
Written by George Bernard Shaw. Directed by Gus
Kaikkonen. Design: Daniel Ettinger (set) Kathleen Geldard (costumes) Andre "Dre"
Moore (properties) Daniel Covey (lights) Ellen Mandel (music and sound) Stan
Barouh (photography) Emily Carter Watson (stage manager). Cast: Lisa
Bostnar, Matt Jared, Bill Largess, Nigel Reed, Natasha Staley, Michael
Stebbins.
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October 3
- November 4, 2007
A Shayna Maidel
Reviewed by
David Siegel |
Running Time
2:30 - one intermission
A poignant tale of a family’s redemption
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Can a playwright explore the excruciating darkness of 20th
century mass murder through small gestures in one family reunited after
World War II? In A Shayna Maidel ("A Pretty Girl" in Yiddish) the
playwright, Barbara Lebow, has found a way to provide a moving and insightful
experience for all audiences by taking that which we think we already know;
the Holocaust and its aftermath, and developing the connections of family
and friends which, over time and distance, keep the dead sufficiently alive
so as to provide strength for the living to do more than just survive. Lebow
has developed one family’s interior world as a way to explore the
path to redemption. Melodrama and endless lament are kept to a minimum as
the family counts its losses and comes to terms with them, begins to live
again and plan for the future. It is a challenging production which renders
a single family’s saga into something that is universal. This is not a play
for just one group to own and claim as only their own. The power of memory
and vision can be positive forces and the restorative power of family can be
a source of resilience, strength and renewal for any and all.
Storyline: Two sisters separated for 20 years; one a Holocaust survivor
and the other who has spent nearly all her life in the United States with
her father, are unexpectedly reunited in the New York City of 1946. In a few
short days the two sisters
and their father take a journey through memory while living in
the here-and-now to confront the past, including large scale world events
and a particular family’s unexpected actions to finally start to heal and
embrace the future. All to try to rid themselves of the poison of
catastrophe.
Barbara Lebow’s A Shayna Maidel (1987) ran for 501 performances
off-Broadway. It is a play about the darkness of the Holocaust without stick
figure Nazis in jack boots. The name Hitler is rarely mentioned. This is a
play in which one family’s world that has been torn asunder represents
millions of others. It is not a linear play; there are a number of
flashbacks that are crucial to the understanding of events for those
affected. It is not a bombastic text with long set pieces of loud wailing
dialogue to inform and debate. It is one where God is represented as a
responsible party, but then seems to slowly fade into the background so that
humans can work together to understand what is incomprehensible. Lebow gives
audiences a more challenging means to bear witness, one where the script
must be performed by accomplished actors who can make gestures speak, who
can make silence speak, who can make a list of names seem like a blunt
instrument, and where choices made with incomplete information leading to
unforeseen consequences are the main force holding the play together. A
note: There are a number of Yiddish expressions used throughout the play,
but an understanding of the language is not necessary, nor does this make
this a play only for some. The actions of the actors are like a subtitle for
the words spoken on stage. The words could be any language and from any
group or people.
Directed by Margaret (Peg) Denithorne,
this is a finely crafted portrayal with rich characterizations. The
seemingly old-fashioned woman from the old country is given the opportunity
to be more complex than she first appears. She is allowed to be openly
portrayed as sexually adventuresome and willing to break barriers for the
love of her life, even in the old country where tradition supposedly
reigned. The modern woman, living in her own apartment, is at first a
submissive mouse to her tyrannical controlling Papa. And the Papa maintains
his sanity and hold on his place by cutting off any emotional attachments to
the world around him -- at least until a final breakdown. Denithorne has her ensemble use gestures, small and large
to marvelous effect to underline the written text. Under her
direction, no one is as first seen, and change in characters is
realistically developed. The highly skilled
ensemble, which includes Helen Hayes winners and nominees, has one
particular standout. Lee Mikeska Gardner is revelatory in her role as
the supposed old-fashioned Holocaust survivor. She
emanates emotions through body movement, hand gestures and facial animation. With an arched eyebrow and a weathering
stare Gardner effortlessly replaces reams and minutes of dialogue. Collen
DeLany is the “modern American” sister having left Europe when she was 4
with only fleeting memories of those she left behind, including their
deceased mother. Matched against Gardner,
one can see DeLany go from dutiful daughter of a controlling father to a
more complex woman who, thru her own painful journey, learns of the past, and breaks down
in a harrowing scene. Dan
Manning, with his baritone voice, is the image of the controlling father in
his stiffness and coldness, fearful of emotion, having lost his humanity
because of an earlier, too prideful decision that affected his family in
unspeakable ways. His unyielding positions finally catch up to him in the final
fadeout; not so much with something large and symbolic but with a small
flick of a hand. Timothy Andres Pabon provides youthful
male energy and sexual tension in the early flashback scenes. Later, he is
both memory and reality and a key figure to move the play along.
The technical work is
exquisite. James Kronzer has turned The Rep Stage's black box theater into a
1940’s New York City apartment with three rooms, each distinct in their
purpose. Chas Marsh’s pre-show music with its European style
clarinet-dominated Klezmer music transitions to the sounds of American music
played almost casually on the radio, all to provoke memory and longing.
Costume Designer Howard Vincent Kurtz has made the differences between the
two sisters palpable; the younger New Yorker all in fashionable colorful
dresses, perfect makeup and well groomed hair, while the newly arrived other
sister begins in drab beiges and looks old beyond her real years, and slowly
changes though still showing the affects of what she lived through. Jason
Arnold's lights make the flashback scenes all their own by moving from the
realistic lighting of the New York apartment, making the darkness
visible.
Written by Barbara Lebow.
Directed by Margaret (Peg) Denithorne. Cast includes: Collen Delany, Rebecca
Eliss, Dan Manning, Lee Mikeska Gardner, Timonthy Andres Pabon, and Susan
Rome. Technical staff includes: set designer James Kronzer, costume designer
Howard Vincent Kurtz, lighting designer Jason Arnold and sound designer Chas
Marsh. |
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August 22 - September 23, 2007
Mrs. Farnsworth
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 1:30 - no
intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a great comic concept
fully developed in a fabulously fun hour and a half
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Oh, the pleasure of witnessing a really inventive concept developed to the
limits of its potential ... and then not beyond. So many times, a great
concept is ruined by taking it one (or twelve) steps too far. Not here! This
perfectly proportioned production of a well constructed serious comedy lands
every laugh, every "ah-hah!" moment and every delightful turn of the plot
squarely and cleanly. The decision to take advantage of Rep Stage's status
as the professional theater in residence at an actual college to borrow a
real classroom to perform the one-act play as a "site specific performance"
in lecture hall N220 was inspired. By making the audience actually the class
and scattering three supporting players throughout the seating area while
the three principals perform before the white board at the head of the
class, the conceit is carried to delightful completion.
Storyline: In early 2004, at the first meeting of a college creative
writing course, a middle aged Mrs. Farnsworth makes a presentation from the
book she is trying to write, which, while she doesn't want to name names,
will be a memoir of her history with a youthful Yale boy who did her wrong
in her youth. Her professor, a liberal who is passionately opposed to the
re-election of the President, sees in the story a scandal that could change
the course of history and he drags one George W. Bush related detail after
another from her. Just as he thinks he's pieced it all together, however,
Mr. Farnsworth shows up looking for his wife and presents arguments which
counter her claims.
Kudos are in
order for almost everyone involved in the production. Of course, it all
begins with A.R. Gurney's script. He's the one who get credit for both the
original idea, which is superbly creative in itself, and for developing it
in a structure that dribbles out plot developments in measured doses at just
the right points along the way, keeping the class - oops, the audience -
wondering what comes next.
Steven Carpenter directs the play with clarity and some very nice touches
such as the creative use of the two doors which flank the lecture space.
Helen Hedman is fabulously flighty as the
title character who may or may not have a great story to write. She nudges
right up to the line where the audience might decide her character is off
the deep end, but she never crosses over it. Jason Schuchman is
prototypically the young, liberal, enthusiastic college lecturer.
Believability is the key to each of their performances, and each pulls it
off with a sense of style and assurance. Then Mitchell Hébert enters. He
carries a big burden, since his character has already been established
through the dialogue between Hedman and Schuchman over the first half of the
play and everyone in the class (there I go again ... audience) has already
concluded he's an evil, horrible person -- and a Bush supporter, at that! Hébert not only has to establish his own flesh-and-blood character, he has
to undo all that has gone before, to raise questions as to just what is
truth and what is fiction from the fertile mind of his spouse. Watching him
accomplish this feat is part of the pleasure of the piece.
Attention to detail is always a mark of a
superb production, and there are signs of real thought being given to each
aspect here. The costumes for all six cast members speak volumes about them.
Hedman's neutral toned outfit, Schuchman's cycler's helmet and back pack,
Hébert's precisely tied tie and french cuffs are all details that contribute
to the believability factor. A projection of an internet page of coverage of
the 2004 election campaign on a pull--down screen indicates the time and the
element of political interest even before the action begins. Normally, a
clock on a set is a distraction as the audience is reminded of the passing
of time and may even begin to watch it to see how much longer they must
watch a show that is beginning to loose their interest. Not here, for this
story plays out in "real time" as a ninety minute class (the schedule
showing the class as "Creative Writing 8:00 - 9:30" is written on the white
board) and the clock, which reads 8:00 at the start, adds an element of realism that really helps.
Written by A.R. Gurney. Directed by Steven
Carpenter. Design: Jason Arnold (art) Melanie Clark (costumes) Andrea "Dre"
Moore (properties) Stan Barouh (photography) Stacey Shade (stage manager).
Cast: Grace Anastasiadis, Mitchell Hébert, Helen Hedman, Jason Schuchman,
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March 16 - April 1, 2007
Bach at
Leipzig
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:10 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a fantastic farcical
fugue
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No wonder Kasi Campbell found this particular script just the challenge she
was looking for. She studied musical composition in her student days.
Indeed, her director's notes in the program indicate that she was required to compose
a fugue in her undergraduate counterpoint class. Here's a play that is not
only about music making as a profession - and what we now call classical
music at that - it is a play that is structured as a piece of music. If
you don't happen to be familiar with all the rules of that venerable
compositional form, the fugue, you might not recognize the unique aspects of
the structure of the play during the first act. But even without any formal
musical training, all will become clear at the start of the second when one
character explains the requirements of that form while the rest of the cast
illustrate those rules in a pantomime repeat of the blocking of the action
from the first act. It is filled with witty dialogue, wild confusions and
broadly idiosyncratic characters. It drags through some of that first act
but takes flight in the second.
Storyline: In 1722 one of the most important musical positions in Germany
became vacant. Seven of the leading organists and composers in all of
Germany gathered for auditions for the post - everyone named either Johann
or Georg. They competed. They argued. They connived. They plotted. But there
was one more Johann in the wings - Johann Sebastian Bach.
Campbell takes to the piece with a sense of delicious
relish that permeates the production. In fact, the cast seems to be having
somewhat more fun that some in the audience. Perhaps some arrived expecting
something akin to Amadeus and it took them a while to accept the elements of
farce. (A gentleman in front of me turned and all but glowered at my first
explosion of laughter.) It didn't take too many of them too long, however,
to get into the spirit of the thing and go along with the farce. There is a
good deal of exposition to get through in the early going, but once the
comic engine gets into gear and the pace picks up, it is a kick.
Bruce Nelson's performance is a classic of
surgically precise mannerisms as the excessively prim and proper but morally
deficient candidate, who, his colleagues continually remind him, never even gained
admission to the music school. Karl Kippola is somewhat more restrained in a
role that combines participation in the competition and narration so the
audience can figure out what is going on. Each of the organists are played
as broadly comical but none quite so broad or quite so funny as Bill
Largess' performance as the dimwitted one who never quite realizes that when
his colleagues talk about "The Unbelievably Incredulous Fool" they mean him.
Alex Zavistovich is very funny, as well, in a recurring walk-on role in
which his failure to speak even one word is funnier each time he passes
through in light of the continued comments that he's endowed with a glorious
voice.
This is a first class production as well in
its physical presentation. The elegant set seems a bit modern for a play set
in the eighteenth century but that simply emphasizes the timelessness of the
portrayal of human frailties - ambition, jealousy, pride, foolishness - that
are being lampooned. The costumes are just right, both for the time and for the
characters, and Chas Marsh's sound design not only brings the baroque style
of music into the hall, it captures the sound of wishes taking flight as
well.
Written by Itamar Moses. Directed by Kasi
Campbell. Fight and movement choreography by Lewis Shaw. Design: Milagros
Ponce de León (set) Kathleen Geldard (costumes) Dre Moore (properties) Dan
Covey (lights) Stan Barouh (photography) Che Wernsman (stage manager). Cast:
Matt Dunphy, Karl Kippola, Bill Largess, David Marks, Bruce Nelson,
Alexander Strain, Alex Zavistovich. |
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Two by Pinter
Reviewed by
William Bryan |
Running
time 2:00 with one intermission
Two plays with no straight answers
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Pinteresque.
It’s a word. No, really! You can look it up. An adjective that in its
simplest form means to be like Pinter; yet to be like Pinter could never be
simple. Rep Stage produces two works by Harold Pinter (hence the clever
title of the show) that come from his middle years. This time was after his
youthful beginning and before his political statement phase. These works,
The Collection and The Lover, clearly define what it means to be
Pinteresque. Performed on a simple set with well trained actors and a
comedic direction, the shows present the audience with the mastery that
comes from the hand of a man whose name has been defined in the English
vernacular for over thirty years as “comedy with menace.” Awarded the Nobel
Prize for Literature in 2005, and more well known perhaps for other works
such as the screenplay to The French Lieutenant’s Woman or his most
famous play, The Birthday Party, his works stand as a testament to
how silence can tell a story, and how the spoken word can be more silent
still.
Storyline: Two stories that strangely tie together. In the first
act two couples must deal with the prospect of an unfaithful
partner. In the second act a single couple takes being unfaithful to
a new level.
Pinter was once
asked what his work was about. His reply, which he regrets making to
this day, was a flippant answer, “The weasel under the cocktail
cabinet.” Though he claimed he was joking and never really meant it,
critics to this day have applied this to his works. And while there
may be no weasel under the cabinet, something is hiding there, and
throughout the two plays it lurks as a figure just out of sight. It
is a tension, a palpable thing like a wave crest just waiting to
break but that never comes to pass. Xerxes Mehta has done an
excellent job directing these two shows. While the first, The
Collection, may seem slower than most feel comfortable with, it
still is an admirable work. It is a tale of two couples, Harry and
James, and Bill and Stella, whose lives interact when Stella tells
Bill that she had an affair with James while they were away on a
business conference. Pinter never answers the question 'did the
affair ever really happen?" Truly, that is not the focus of the
play. Rather, it is the nature of trust, distrust, love and jealousy
and the actions they can drive us to perform.
The second
show, The Lover, has been staged previously as either a
dramatic or comedic piece. Fortunately for us, Mehta chose comedic,
for it allows us to experience the masterful talent for understated
comedic acting that comes from Marni Penning. She is a housewife
who, with the blessing of her husband, carries on a romantic affair
with another man. As the story unfolds and the truth becomes known,
her transformations, and the fears of loss and longing that march
across Ms Penning’s face are a delight to watch. The role of her
husband, played by Nigel Reed, is also well acted, but suffers the
curse of being the strait man in the play, and as such his talents
do not receive as much recognition.
The set is
simple and while it serves its purpose, like the lighting and
costumes, it is mere placeholding for the storytelling. This is a
quality performance, and it would have been interesting to see it
with a larger budget staging, but nothing is lost in its current
form. Not every performance can be so surprising in its
presentation, but what a delight it is to show up and be
unexpectedly whisked away by a master playwright's work retold in
such fine form.
Written by
Harold Pinter. Directed by Xerxes Mehta. Design: Elena Zlotescu (set
and costumes) Judith Daitsman (lights) Ann Warren (sound) Stan
Barouh (photography) Stacey Shade (stage manager). Cast: Bill
Largess, Bolton Marsh, Timothy Andres Pabon, Marni Penning, Nigel
Reed, Peggy Yates. |
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October 27 - November 19,
2006
Tintypes
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:15 - one intermission
A musical review using songs of 1890 - 1920 to sketch American history of
the time
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Oh, the great times Potomac Region theater lovers are going to have within
these four new walls! The new Black Box Theatre in the expanded Peter
and Elizabeth Horowitz Visual and Performing Arts Center on the campus of
Howard Community College opened this week, giving the professional company
in residence at the campus a well equipped, well proportioned secondary
space for smaller productions. It is literally next door to the larger, 350
seat Smith Theater with its proscenium stage. Now Rep Stage offers its first
production in the black box which can be configured for up to 250 seats. The
production is the turn-of-the-century (the 20th century, that is) revue that
originated lo those many years ago in 1979 at Arena Stage, and transferred
first to Off-Off-Broadway and then to Off-Broadway and finally, for 93
performances, to Broadway itself, picking up three Tony Award nominations
including best musical and best book for a musical. The great times for
theater lovers haven't quite begun, however, for this production, even with
all the trappings, resolutely refuses to take life.
Storyline: America's emergence into a world
power between the administrations of, roughly, Benjamin Harrison and Woodrow
Wilson, but centering clearly on Teddy Roosevelt's first decade of the
twentieth century, is sketched through a dozen scenes using nearly fifty of
the popular songs of the era by a singing, dancing, acting cast of
five.
Spark is a difficult thing to create
in theater and it seems that the harder you try the harder it gets. This
cast gets right up to the edge of ignition a number of times during the
show, but each time the momentum seems to falter and the energy escapes
leaving the scene flat. With over a dozen dramatically unconnected scenes,
the flow that director Carole Graham
Lehan seems to be trying to establish just trips as if there were a speed
bump in the road. Sometimes it trips over a visual gaffe (Teddy Roosevelt
being semi-stripped and apparently going to war in an undershirt). At others
it seems it is a sound (Evan Casey's extra-thick East-European accent while
singing George M. Cohan's "The Yankee Doodle Boy").
There are moments that seem to work, though. Early in the
first act the group breaks into Harry B. Smith and Karl Hoschna's 1905 song
"Electricity" and the energy level seems to rise. Later director
Lehan demonstrates the felicity of a
choreographer/director with a nifty staging of Edwards and Byran's famous
"In My Merry Oldsmobile" - no it wasn't first a singing commercial, it was a
hit song. Kate Briante affects the vocal
mannerisms Anna Held, the prototypical Ziegfeld Girl with a sense of
class, and Shannon Wollman gets the earnestness of Emma Goldman right when
she does, as Goldman did, "speechify." Goldman wasn't known for her singing,
however, nor, for that matter, her dancing. Felicia Curry struts a mean
cakewalk and later sells the Bert Williams classic "Nobody."
Daniel Ettinger designed the inaugural
setting for the new Black Box, nicely tying the railing of the theater's
upper scaffold into the set itself. With a hint of the face of the Statue of
Liberty looking on from the back wall, the singing and dancing takes place
on a platform of wooden planking that could be a show boat's dock one
minute, the factory floor the next and a political convention's dais a
moment later. The feel of the space is nicely manipulated by Lynn Joslin's
lights, but the decision to open each act with a stage smoke effect goes
awry. Perhaps this was because this is a new space and how it works is just
being discovered, but the effect seemed unnecessary in the first place. The
cast is accompanied by two pianos at the back of the stage. One assumes the
two were played by musical director Brant Challacombe and Assistant Musical
Director Aaron Broderick, but it isn't mentioned in the program.
Conceived by Mary Kyte with Mel Marvin and
Gary Pearle. Directed and choreographed by Carole Graham Lehan. Musical
direction by Brant Challacombe. Design: Daniel Ettinger (set) Denise Umland
(costumes) Dre Suchoski (properties) Lynn Joslin (lights) Stan Barouh
(photography) Cambra Overend (stage manager). Cast: Kate Briante,
Evan Casey, Felicia Curry, Gary Hiel, Shannon Woollman. |
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September 22 - October 8,
2006
Stones in His
Pockets |
Running time 2:30 - one intermission
A display of acting skills by two fine practitioners
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Two of the most boring jobs in the world must be
that of a fashion model and of a movie extra, both of whom mostly stand
around waiting to do something. A play based on the "adventures" of either
needs quite a plot to sustain interest for very long. Marie Jones' play
about the extras on a movie being shot in Ireland doesn't have enough plot
to hold much interest, but it does have a gimmick: all fifteen characters
are portrayed by two actors, in this case Bruce Nelson and Michael Stebbins.
With a predictable story to tell, the production soon becomes not about
events in Ireland, but about the performance techniques of the two actors
who are given every opportunity to show off their skills. Show off, they do.
It is the display of craft and craftiness that is interesting here, not the
glamour (or lack of it) of movie making or the fairly tired tales of life in
"the old country."
Storyline: A big
Hollywood movie company comes to a small village in County Kerry on the west
coast of Ireland where such classic films as John Wayne’s The Quiet Man
and David Lean’s Ryan’s Daughter captured the glorious scenery. Two
local lads get jobs as extras in the new movie. Their
experiences with the cast, crew and the other extras come to a climax when
another villager commits suicide on the next to last day of filming by
drowning himself in a lake. It is clear that he intended to drown because he
had filled his pockets with stones.
When Marie Jones’ play
had its first success it was in a tiny theater in Belfast, Northern Ireland.
That success led to a run at the fringe festival in Edinburgh, Scotland
which led to a London engagement which led to a Broadway run and then
a national tour
with Bronson Pinchot and Tim Ruddy which
played the Kennedy Center's Eisenhower Theater in 2003. With each
advance, the play found itself in a larger theatre. On Broadway, it was the
800-seat Golden Theatre and, of course, the Eisenhower has about 1,100. Here
at Howard Community College's
250 seat Smith Theatre, it seems better scaled, and Rep Stage gives it a
comfortably attractive set with projections to change locales for some of
the stories the characters tell.
With Bruce Nelson and Michael Stebbins, Rep Stage
regulars know they are in for quite a display of thespian legerdemain. They
have watched Nelson enthrall as "Gidger" who had a direct connection to the
future in The Violet
Hour, the father of the rapidly aging Kimberly in
Kimberly Akimbo,
a marvelously foppish second rate poet in
Arcadia, the
stranger of two strange brothers in
The Dazzle and
dry Teddy in Faith
Healer, just to mention roles here at Rep Stage. Stebbins created
something like forty characters in his career this far with this company but
it was in just one show - that other display of performance proficiency,
Fully Committed.
(In addition, he is Rep Stage's Artistic Director.)
Watching the production, it is difficult to tell if
Director Lee Mikeska Gardner exercised her skills by getting Nelson and
Stebbins to fill the evening with displays of performance prowess, or
by keeping them from overdoing it. Whichever, she manages to keep the show
focused on the story, such as it is. The production has a handsome feel to
it with a movie set structure of a rock fence and hill backed by a screen
for the projections.
Written by Marie Jones. Directed by Lee Mikeska
Gardner. Design: Melanie A. Clark (costumes) Dre Suchoski (properties) Lisa L. Ogonowski
(lights) Chas Marsh (sound) Stan Barouh (photography) Rebecca L. Trotter
(stage manager). Cast: Bruce Nelson, Michael Stebbins. |
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March 24 - April 9, 2006
Hamlet |
Reviewed March 26
Running time 3:05 - one intermission
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Pick for a fascinating performance in the title role
Winner of the Ushers Favorite Show award for
March 2006
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You know you are in for a display of acting prowess in the title role when
the first image of the play is Karl Miller as Hamlet sitting cross legged at
the lip of Tony Cisek's black and grey set, smoking a cigarette. Normally,
you don't even see the melancholy Dane until scene two, and then his first
words are the relatively tame aside "A little more than kin," not the poetic
"What a piece of work is man!" But Miller, under the inventive direction of
Kasi Cambell, starts right out lamenting the loss of his mirth, making sure
that this production will be Hamlet, as its title says, and not
Claudius or Gertrude or Ophelia or even Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern. No, it is Hamlet and Miller's take is all youthful
impatience, adolescent rashness, immature plotting and more than a touch of
raging hormones. It is a fascinating performance.
Storyline: The prince of
Denmark discovers that his uncle has murdered his father, the king, and wed
his mother, the queen. The quest for vengeance results in the deaths of
guilty and innocent alike.
As fascinating as Miller is to watch all through the play, there are other
performances of note. Valerie Leonard's queenly presence as Gertrude is
punctuated with little touches that make a performance rich. For example,
she begins to show the effects of the fatal potion that does her in in a
nicely subtle way without distracting from the climactic sword fight.
Lawrence Redmond is smooth and dignified
as Polonius. Subtlety marks his work as well as he reacts to his son's lack
of care for his coat when, in the famous "Neither a borrower nor a lender
be" speech, he gets to the line "the apparel oft proclaims the man."
Daniel Frith, as that son, takes a while to get into the meter of
Shakespeare's verse, but he is really frightening when he goes into a rage.
Kathleen Coons pulls off the famous mad scene of Ophelia very well, although
the changes Campbell and Miller adopt robs her of some of the setup, making
it initially questionable whether the "mad" in "mad scene" is anger or
insanity.
Only in the development of Claudius does the
telling of the tale really falter. At first Nigel Reed comes across as a
bureaucratic usurper, not as a monster who could have murdered his brother,
the king, usurped
his throne, bedded his widow and plotted the death of his son all in the
space of two months. Reed does make one scene work very well, however. When
Hamlet approaches with hate in his heart and sword in his hand only to find
Claudius on his knees in prayer, the intensity is everything it should be.
Campbell does an interesting thing with the scene, taking Shakespeare's "up
sword" as a cue for a sort of instant replay that makes the moment memorable.
The set is a timeless assembly of black and
grey with an open grave center-stage through most of the play. With
surgically precise lighting by Dan Covey, especially in the ghostly
appearances of the dead King in the first scene, this is visually impressive
production. The costumes are just a touch distractingly contemporary. The
cigarette Miller is smoking at the start of the play is a filter tip, no
less. Later he puts out a but in a Champaign flute (an act that annoys
Leonard's Gertrude no end) and sits flicking his bic lighter. Black leather
jackets and black jeans are fine but Claudius' brown tweed feels a bit out
of step with the swords and daggers, as does the logo on the t-shirt worn by
Rosencrantz.
Written by William Shakespeare. Directed by
Kasi Campbell. Fight direction by Paul Dennhardt. Movement coaching by Jenny
Male. Design: Tony Cisek (set) Kathleen Geldard (costumes) Tim J. Jones
(properties) Dan Covey (lights) Chas Marsh (original music and sound) Stan
Barouh (photography) Che Wernsman and Jennifer Woodham (stage managers).
Cast: Grace Anastasiadis, JJ Area, Michael Avolio, Jeff Baker, Steve Beall,
Kathleen Coons, Aubrey Deeker, James Denvil, Maboud "E" Ebrahimzadeh, James
Flanagan, Daniel Frith, Kevin Howard, Zak Jeffries, Valerie Leonard, Jenny
Leopold, Ian Lockhart, Brandon McCoy, Karl Miller, Christopher Niebling,
Lawrence Redmond, Nigel Reed, Chrissy Wallace. |
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February 3 - 26, 2006
Fully Committed |
Reviewed February 5
Running time 1:40 - no intermission
A fast paced comedy with one performer handling forty characters
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This comedy by Becky Mode builds on an interesting concept, develops it
until it seems to soar and then keeps going until it sags. The sole actor on
stage, Michael Stebbins, works very hard and is both convincing and very
funny, even when the material starts to give out on him. Then, under the
direction of Susan Kramer, he turns to the small sentimental content of the
piece to build toward a final warmth as his main character overcomes some of
the obstacles that have stymied him all along.
Storyline: A struggling actors' day-job is handling
the flood of calls to the reservation line of a trendy restaurant in New
York. On one day as the Christmas holiday approaches, he is alone on the
phones and has to deal with the egos of the callers who view admission to
the hottest bistro in town as affirmation of their importance, and of the
staff who call on him to perform tasks not included in his job description.
The phone also puts him in touch with his agent as he hopes for the
breakthrough in his career that would let him quit the reservation gig, and
with his family who can't understand why he can't commit to flying home for
the holiday.
Michael Stebbins returns to Rep Stage, but his face
won't be that familiar to loyal audiences of this company for this is his
first appearance on the stage. He's stage managed. He's directed. Now he's
starred. (And, it must be noted that, in character, he has now also cleaned
the bathrooms). He needs the range of experiences, because, as reported as
today's Daily News Featured Item, he's
to be the company's new Artistic Director and Producer. But for now, as the
aspiring actor/reservation clerk named Sam he's a harried, harassed and
hassled employee alone in a phone center that should have at least two and
probably three co-workers. The phones never stop ringing. The gimmick here
is that every time he, Sam, answers the phone, he, Michael Stebbins, has to
perform the part of the caller as well. The press release says that this
means he has forty characters to bring to life. We lost count, but we can't
dispute the claim. Stebbins does each distinctively and, since many of them
call back again and again, we get to know their quirks, which are many and
varied. But the one-joke nature of the material begins to wear thin way too
soon.
While the piece is billed as a solo performance piece
and there is only one cast member listed in the program, the show requires
an unusual amount of cooperation and coordination with the sound board
operator, making it almost a two-performer show. The timing of snippets of
dial tones, telephone rings, intercom buzzes can make or break many of the
individual vignettes as Stebbins moves from the harried central character to
each of the callers with whom he must deal. Danny Collins is credited as the
sound operator. The sounds he controls in Aaron Broderick's sound design at
times drive the tempo and at times match that of Stebbins. As the run
continues that tempo should be even further refined.
Daniel Ettinger has provided a cluttered mess of a set
which is precisely what the piece requires. The cubbyhole identified as
"downstairs" under the up-scale restaurant establishes the status of the
reservations phone clerk. A meal at the restaurant "upstairs" goes for "$100
- $200 per person depending . . . " while the isolated clerk scavenges for a
left over pizza among the clutter accumulated by properties designer Jen
Hoopes and throws it in the microwave.
Written by Becky Mode. Directed by Susan Kramer.
Design: Daniel Ettinger (set) Michael Wood (costumes) Jen Hoopes
(properties) Jay Herzog (lights) Aaron Broderick (sound) Stan Barouh
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October 28 - November 20, 2005
The Violet Hour |
Reviewed October 30
Running time 2:35 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for an at-times
zany, at-times literate comedy of decisions and consequences
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When Bruce Nelson takes the stage in this regional premiere of a
fast-talking comedy, the pace picks up and the laughs come with the velocity
of the pages flying out of an out-of-control printing press that plays an
important part in the story. Nelson's part, that of a nondescript assistant
in a not-yet-published publishing house, seems a perfect fit for the kind of
quirky, literate, hyperactive character he plays so well. His performance
here takes an evening that would otherwise be a mixed bag to a level that deserves the
designation "A Potomac Stages Pick."
Storyline: Early in the twentieth century a would-be book publisher,
setting up his office while trying to pick his first book, receives a strange
machine that spews out papers which turn out to be pages of books from later
in the century - some of which detail the impacts on his life and those of
people about whom he cares, of the different decisions he might make. (The
title of the play is the title of one of the books he is considering
publishing, which is itself a quote from a poem by T. S. Elliot written three
years after the time of the play. That chronological disconnect would be
disturbing if it weren't for the time-mixing nature of the story itself. )
After the pure delight of this author's earlier play,
Take Me Out, which had such a
fine Potomac Region premiere at Studio Theatre this year, you could be
excused for being disappointed by this Potomac Stages premiere of the play
that followed it onto Broadway and now into our region. On Broadway, Take
Me Out was rewarded with awards galore, a one year run and even a
Pulitzer nomination, but this Violet Hour closed after just over a
month and was forgotten by awards time. However, while the play suffers by
comparison, comparison isn't the only way to approach it and there are
delights aplenty here even if they don't come at you as thick and fast as in
that other play. Had this been produced first, it would have been seen as a
precursor to a breakthrough rather than as a let down, because its profusion of
great single lines and its intriguing plot concept would have compensated
for the uneven exposition, some lengthy speeches and an unsatisfying
resolution.
Nelson has both the task of setting up the concept
that the mysterious machine is churning out pages from the future and the
opportunity of sharing the contents of those pages with the audience. His
reaction to the change in the meaning of the word "gay" between the start
and the end of the twentieth century is a riff on surprise, horror and
denial that is a joy. However, Nelson's role isn't really at the center of
the piece. The starring role is that of the publisher. Ian Lockhart stepped
into that role when previously announced Karl Miller had to pull out to
participate in a New York-based project. Perhaps that substitution didn't
give Lockhart enough time to hone his performance, for at least on opening
night, he looked sharp in the part,
but seemed to move from one gesture or reaction to
another rather abruptly. No such problem,
however, with either Deidra Lawan Starnes as a jazz singer who wants her
memoirs published or Timothy Andrés Pabon as the other author under
consideration, a long time friend of the publisher who has delivered his
million-page draft in three trunks. Rounding out the cast is Megan Anderson as a poor little rich girl with
her own agenda.
Richard Montgomery has created a large set in the
small space of Howard Community College's Theatre Outback, a black box that
the company often uses with fine results. The set seems a precise recreation
of a somewhat utilitarian space high in one of the towers in New York's
Flatiron neighborhood, perhaps in the Flatiron Building itself which would
have been getting just a bit seedy given the competition from other, larger
and more opulent towers rising in New York at the time of the play which is
April 1, 1919. Greenberg may have picked that date as a reference to April
Fools Day but the play is no mere prank. When Nelson is on stage, it is a great
treat and the rest of the time an intriguing if uneven piece.
Written by Richard Greenberg. Directed by Kasi
Campbell. Design: Richard Montgomery (set and properties) Kathleen Geldard
(costumes) Jenny Male (movement coach) Marianne Meadows (lights) Chas Marsh
(music and sound) Stan Barouh (photography) Katherine C. Mielke (stage
manager). Cast: Megan Anderson, Ian Lockhart, Bruce R. Nelson, Timothy
Andrés Pabon, Deidra LaWan Starnes. |
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September 23- October 9, 2005
T Bone n Weasel |
Reviewed September 24
Running time 2:20 - one intermission
An inventive staging of an episodic comedy featuring three fine performances
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Jon Klein's comic tale of two losers is solidly in the
time-honored tradition of male bonding flicks. Think of Mel Gibson and Danny
Glover in the Lethal Weapon series or even Sidney Poitier and Tony
Curtis in The Defiant Ones. The genre has a strong tradition on the
stage as well. Lenny and George in Of Mice and Men or even Vladimir
and Estragon in Waiting for Godot validate the concept. Klein,
however, is going for comedy in making his bonding males born losers whose
relationship is strengthened by each succeeding defeat at the hands of ill
fortune in the guise of characters they can't believe could get the better
of them.
Storyline: Having been released from prison, two down-on-their-luck
losers take to the back roads of South Carolina. In a series of encounters
with a store clerk, a used car dealer, a homeless man, a randy lady, a slick
politician and others, their luck goes from bad to worse as they get the
short end of the stick on each transaction.
The episodic nature of the script makes for
repetitions of good fun. In fact it suffers from the fact that there are
probably two too many repetitions. Director Jackson Phippin compensates for
that with inventive use of a turntable stage, a succession of cute set
pieces bearing labels such as "Inside De Sto," and a marvelous foot-powered
bumper car bearing the license "DEBUIK" to lend additional humor and
expedite the scene changes. Phippin, who
directed Rep Stage's two-performer
Fool for Love two years ago, now handles a cast of three. But here it
isn't a two- or three-character play, it is at least an eight character show
with two actors playing the title characters and one playing everyone else.
Whenever a part is best described as
"everybody else" the actor involved has the opportunity to steal the show. It
takes a high sense of ensemble responsibility to refrain from unbalancing a
team effort, and Peter Wray meets that responsibility while convincingly
demonstrating that he could steal each of his scenes away if he really
wanted to. He's a lot of fun to watch, especially as a bumbling store clerk
whose malapropisms include such gems as "Guns don't kill people. People kill
guns. (A pause of just the right duration.) No, that ain't right."
The two main characters are played with quite a bit of
congenial chemistry by Joseph Andrew Mills, III as the more mature, more
grounded and more criminally experienced "T-Bone." Timothy Andrés Pabon brings a brightness to the role of
the slightly fawning more clueless youngster called "Weasel." Their
interaction is sharp and their timing is fine and each has individual
moments that delight. Pabon's effort to put on his shirt as if it were a pair
of trousers and Mills' reaction to the racism of one of Wray's characters
are particularly good.
Written by Jon Klein. Directed by Jackson
Phippin. Dialect and violence coaching by Jenny Male. Design: Richard
Montgomery (set and properties) Sally Montgomery (costumes) Marianne Meadows
(lights) Aaron Broderick (music and sound) Stan Barouh (photography)
Benjamin Royer (stage manager). Cast: Joseph Andrew Mills, III, Timothy
Andrés Pabon, Peter Wray. |
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2005
The
Children's Hour |
Reviewed Marcy 6
Running time 2:30
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A Potomac Stages Pick for emotional power
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Lillian Hellman's 1934 drama established her as a major playwright, setting
the stage for The Little Foxes, Watch on the Rhine, and Candide. Donald Hicken mounts a superb revival of this searing play with a cast
that carries the audience on an emotional journey on one of Rep Stage's
finest set designs. The production is a cooperative effort with Baltimore's
Everyman Theatre where it first played before transferring to
Columbia. It is a marvelous addition to the credits of both companies. The
entire project has a feeling of heft that matches the literary accomplishment
of Hellman's first effort as a playwright. It was a notable debut in its day
and is a notable theatrical experience today.
Storyline: A disturbed student at a struggling private girls prep school
destroys the lives of the school's proprietors by making
allegations of sexual impropriety.
Hicken, who directed The Bell of Amherst at Rep Stage last season and
who has multiple credits at Everyman including
Jacques Brel is Alive and Well and
Living in Paris as well as Ms. Hellman's Watch on the Rhine,
mounts a clean and clear staging of this example of the kind of naturalistic
writing so popular in the second third of the twentieth century: strongly
plotted, peopled with characters with marked strengths and weaknesses, told
in a series of scenes that are both interesting in their own right and carry
the story forward in a literal, linear manner building to an emotional
climax all the more affecting because the audience has come to care deeply
for the people to whom it is happening. Hicken allows it to take its own
sweet time building toward that climax, letting it work on its own terms.
That is the intelligent way to approach it, allowing the play to cast its
spell just as it must have back in 1934, when its themes were so
controversial that the Pulitzer Prize selection committee is reported to
have refused even to see the show.
Tess Hartman and Stephanie Burden create an onstage
partnership, playing the two women who have built this private school for
girls, which is effective in portraying their characters' professional and
personal relationship as clear, strong and deeply satisfying. Lance Coadie
Williams handles his emotionally strong scenes well as Hartman's intended, but tends to mumble a bit through the lighter moments which set up the
heavy ones. Paige Hernandez is mesmerizing as the emotionally crippled control
freak of a student who spews forth accusations as a tool of manipulation. At one point she says she'll come up with some story to cover
her behavior and that she is at her best when she makes it up on the spur of
the moment. It is so chillingly effective as a preshadowing of the tragedy
to come. Both Barbara Pinolini as Hernandez's grandmother and Rosemary
Knower as one of the teacher's aunt are very good as well.
Modern audiences are used to what has been termed
"color blind casting" in which the race of an actor or actress is ignored
while his or her talent and skill is considered. This has allowed many
talented performers to take on roles that would otherwise be closed to them
and has provided audiences the opportunity to see some memorable work. Such
casting is pushed too far here, not simply because the time period and
locale of the play makes it improbable that the student body and adults
would be racially mixed, but because it draws attention away from the theme
of the play in a false distraction. This is, after all, a play about
societal intolerance. Had the student body of a struggling, newly
established preparatory school for young ladies in the 1930s been racially
mixed, and had the headmistress of such a school been a white woman engaged
to a black man, there would be controversy enough for a two full plays. But
that isn't the controversy about which Hellman was writing. By introducing
such casting here, director Hicken serves the social and artistic goals of
today at the expense of the play's exploration of the social realities of
another time, pulling focus away from the play's major reason for being.
Written by Lillian Hellman. Directed by
Donald Hicken. Fight choreography by Lewis Shaw. Design: Daniel Ettinger
(set) Debra Kim Sivigny (costumes) Liza Davies (properties) Jay A. Herzog
(lights) Chas Marsh (sound) Stan Barouh (photography) Amanda M. Hall
(stage manager). Cast: Hallie Angelella, Marianne Angelella, Stephanie
Burden, Lex Davis or Buddy Pease, Lucia Diaz-French, Mikaela Feely-Lehmann,
Shalita Grant, Paula Gruskiewicz or Barbara Pinolini, Tess Hartman, Page
Hernandez, Sarah Hinderberger, Christina Irby, Erica Jones, Christa Kilduff,
Rosemary Knower, Krénee Tolson, Lance Coadie Williams, Dory Zeitler. |
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2005
Kimberly
Akimbo |
Reviewed January 30
Running time 2:15 - one intermission
General admission seating
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Helen Hedman tackles the tricky task of acting
teenage while appearing elderly in this screwball comedy/drama by Fuddy
Meers and Wonder of the World author David Lindsay-Abaire. It is
no mean trick but a crucial one for this play, because the plot revolves
around the fact that by her 16th birthday her body has reached the
physical equivalent of the age of seventy. Director Kasi Campbell keeps
the narrative clear, the energy varied and the humor focused as her cast of
five take the audience through a story that is alternately sweet, funny,
touching, screwball and outlandish. What it never is is mean spirited.
Hedman is solidly entertaining as sixteen going on seventy although, given
the decision to go without makeup to enhance her apparent age, it takes a
while to get used to the concept.
Storyline: The least dysfunctional member of the Levaco family is daughter
Kimberly despite a genetic condition that causes her to age a four and a
half times the normal rate. She copes with her condition much better than do
her pregnant mother, her underemployed father or her homeless aunt with a
fresh approach to forgery. Kimberly, and a young man from her high school,
seek escape from their wacky world.
Lindsay-Abaire demonstrates a deft touch with a
script that could easily veer beyond the wacky into a realm where the
bizarre obscures the human -- but it never does. Each of the characters here have
deep seated peculiarities, with the exception of the young man from
Kimberly's school who simply evidences the normal peculiarities of
adolescence. And yet, Lindsay-Abaire manages to raise serious issues of
societal expectations, roles and responsibilities and familial relationships
within the context of very funny and frequently flippant exchanges
overlaying a plot with both intriguing complications and surprising twists.
Hedman gets close to the line of too cute
with her sweet-sixteen mannerisms from time to time, but she avoids stepping
over it and is quite good at letting the audience understand her
relationship first with Bruce Nelson, who, as her father, lands some of
Lindsay-Abaire's zingers with uncanny accuracy, then with Sherri Edelen as
her self-centered pregnant mother recovering from carpal tunnel surgery, and
finally with Kerry Rambow as her homeless aunt who wants her help running a
scam. Through it all, however, it is the relationship with her sixteen-year
old boy friend, played with absolute believability by James Flanagan, that
is the core of the piece. That relationship is seen from start through full
blossoming and it is both charming and extremely funny.
Milargros Ponce de Leon provides a superbly
functional and nicely whimsical set consisting of three rotating structures
lit in part from within on a floor with embedded light panels as well.
Portions of the set are blank in order to show off a projected snowfall
which works much better than the practically ineffectual snow machine which
is supposed to augment the effect. The family's home seems a bit too neat
and a touch too prosperous while Kathleen Geldard's costumes stick strictly
within the economic resources of the family. Chas Marsh's sound design gives
the piece a richer feeling with some subtle touches like the windshield
wiper swish in the scenes that take place in a car.
Written by David Lindsay-Abaire. Directed by
Kasi Campbell. Design: Milagros Ponce de Leon (set) Kathleen Geldard
(costumes) Dre Suchoski (properties) Alex Cooper (lights) Chas Marsh (music
and sound) Stan Barouh (photography) Cary Louise Gillett (stage manager).
Cast: Sherri L. Edelen, James Flanagan, Helen Hedman, Bruce R. Nelson, Kerri
Rambow. |
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24 - October 10, 2004
The Seagull
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Reviewed September 26
Running time 2:50 - two intermissions
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A Potomac Stages Pick for ensemble acting and atmospheric staging
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Chekhov’s play is a difficult thing to pull off. It is a tragic comedy. It
is a humorous tragedy. Not much happens and it has very little plot but what
does happen is intricately intertwined. It is an atmosphere piece. It is a
character piece. How to reconcile all these characteristics? Director Kasi
Campbell knows the secret to mounting a superb Seagull is casting. Get the
right people in the right roles and you're half way home. Well, she got the
right cast and then she deployed their considerable talents in a solid,
uniform approach to a piece that requires both standout individual
performances and strong ensemble work. The result is a fascinating
production that progresses from the warmly witty early segments filled with
Chekhov's signature whispers of foreboding through to the painfully sad
conclusion of what the author called "a comedy" in part to avoid letting the
audience know what to expect too soon.
Storyline: In the last decades of Tsarist
Russia, a young would-be-playwright puts on a show for his family and
guests at a country house by a lake. It stars a neighbor girl with whom he is
hopelessly in love. She, on the other hand, is infatuated with his mother’s
lover, while the daughter of the family steward, who is actually in love with
the would-be-playwright, marries the local schoolmaster out of spite. While
all the young people are thus conflicted, their elders are doing no better
conducting their lives.
Karl Miller
is as attractive and earnest as could be wanted as the young playwright, and
he is matched marvelously by the two women who define his life, the lovely
Megan Anderson as the neighbor girl and the striking Helen Hedman as his mother.
Hedman in particular is spectacular in a way that is entirely consistent
with her character who made a life out of an ability to be spectacular on
stage and off. Nigel Reed is the writer/lover who is as much of the man in her
life as she would permit, and whose sardonic view of life reflects the
essence of Chekhov.
In the smaller roles, Campbell has the
services of the likes of Bruce Nelson as the school teacher whose life has
become so meaningless, Bill Largess as the doctor who has used up all his
passion for life and empathy for others, Bill Hamlin as the aging uncle
whose estate is the setting of the play, and, as the manager of that estate
who hates it when the owners are in residence because that remind him that
he doesn't own it himself, an earthy Robert Leembruggen. Nelson's final
exit, which goes unnoticed and unacknowledged by the entire company, could
be the prototype for Kander and Ebb's "Mr. Cellophane" from Chicago, who went
to school one day and, when he came home, his family had moved.
In this instance, these sterling players are
using a new "version" by Tom Stoppard in which Stoppard's legendary way with
words in the English language seems to facilitate rather than detract from
the semi-formality of familiar versions of Chekhov's text. This is most
definitely Chekhov's The Seagull, not Stoppard's. Rep Stage's solid
reputation for attention to scenic design is upheld in all elements as well.
Most notable are Tony Cisek's set of furniture and door units moved about
among the trunks of trees on the country estate, Dan Covey's lovely
lighting, Chas Marsh's musical selections which progress from light and easy,
to dark and complex as the play makes the same transition, and Kathleen Geldard's
carefully considered wardrobe which tells so much about each character's
self image. The stunning black and rust gown for Hedman in the
final act silently screams the essential fault of her character, that she
never even thinks that her lavish expenditures on herself are at odds with
her parsimony toward her friends, her servants or even her son.
Written by Anton Checkhov, a new version by
Tom Stoppard. Directed by Kasi Campbell. Design: Tony Cisek (set) Kathleen
Geldard (costumes) Tim Jones (properties) Dan Covey (lights) Chas Marsh
(sound) Stan Barouh (photography) Che Wernsman (stage manager). Cast: Megan
Anderson, Danny Collins, Jeff Consoletti, Bill Hamlin, Helen Hedman, Annie
Houston, Bill Largess, Robert Leembruggen, Karl Miller, Bruce Nelson, Nigel
Reed, Cheryl Resor. |
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Arcadia |
Reviewed March 14
Running time 3 hours 10 minutes
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A Potomac Stages Pick for style, wit
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When this play first opened in London in 1993 it
is reported that some newspapers sent both theater critics and science
reporters to opening night, the better to judge both its theatrical and its
academic values. Yes, there are lengthy speeches on topics ranging from
mathematics (what is an iterative algorithm?) to physics (what happens when
cream hits the coffee?) to the nature of time (you can't un-stir that
coffee). But it is all in service to a very theatrical and very entertaining
telling of a story. We will assume that playwright Tom Stoppard got the
science right since the science reporters didn't make much of a fuss. We can
testify that, at least in Kasi Campbell's elegant and sprightly staging, he
got the storytelling right. Don't let the the over-three-hours duration
bother you in the slightest. With about ten minutes to go, I looked around
the theater and found nothing but alert, interested faces in the audience.
No one was tired or bored or impatient - they were all totally engrossed in
the action on the stage in front of them.
Storyline: The action switches back and forth in time as the events set
in motion in a very large English country house in the early nineteenth
century affect the fortunes of people in the late twentieth. In the earlier
time a tutor instructs the daughter of the mansion's owner while scandal
threatens to rock the house. In the present day, the descendants of the
family are visited by two authors, one researching the history of the
house's famous gardens and the other following up on a theory that the poet
Lord Byron had been drawn into scandal and fought a duel as a result which
led to his fleeing the country.
Stoppard writes marvelously precise prose for intelligent and/or literate
characters. In this play he has both and the words he gives them are a
delight. The wit and wordplay works best in the scenes set in the early
1800s as the formality of the language seems more natural and acceptable coming from people living in what is presumed to have been a more
formal, status-conscious time. The flippant,
partially slang affected tone of the modern characters, especially the
younger ones, seems just a little artificial. But whether it is now or then,
the conversations are all lively, intellectually stimulating and filled with
thoughts or expressions to be savored.
The portion of the cast portraying nineteenth
century characters make the most of the verbal opportunities. Karl Miller as
the tutor is a pure delight as he talks circles around Bruce Nelson who is
marvelous as a foppish second-rate poet, or engages his student in
challenging conversation. The student is played with precocious panache by Rana Kay. Their scenes together, as she seeks knowledge regarding as wide a
range of subjects as pure mathematics (he's assigned her a project involving
Fermat's Theorem) and the meaning of the term "carnal embrace." It is the
genius of both Stoppard and of this cast that both discussions are equally
comprehensible, interesting and entertaining.
The twentieth century contingent is ably
created by Alex Miller as the researcher bent on making a name for himself
out of a theory of scandal whether it turns out to be true or not, Shannon
Parks as the writer with slightly higher standards and Daniel Frith as the
scion of the household whose devotion to scientific integrity is palpable.
When Frith's character speaks of the joy of discovery and the thrill of
living in an age that knows that it doesn't know all there is to know, he
generates an excitement that would be good to find in classrooms in schools
and colleges today. That excitement over things intellectual permeates this
handsomely mounted production. It's marvelously done!
Written by Tom Stoppard. Directed by Kasi
Campbell. Design: Tony Cisek (set) Kathleen Geldard (costumes) David
Cunningham and Andrea Suchoski (properties) Dan Covey (lights) Mark Anduss
(video and sound) Stan Barouh (photography) Che Wernsman (stage
manager). Cast: Chris Davenport, James Flanagan, Daniel Frith, Kari L.
Ginsburg, Deborah Hazlett, Rana Kay, Karl Miller, Alex Miller, Bruce Nelson,
Shannon Parks, Jack E. Vernon. |
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The Dazzle |
Reviewed November 2
Running time 2 hours 25 minutes
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Potomac Stages Pick |
When Rep Stage gets its hands on an intriguing and literate script the
results are almost always fascinating. Here they have a script filled with
dialogue that crackles with word play and wit as it tells a unique story
built on a fascinating side bar of American urban history. The story of two
exceptional men is entrusted to two exceptional actors who give distinctive
performances without succumbing to the temptation to turn their decidedly
dysfunctional characters into caricatures or cartoons, infusing them instead
with strengths that make their odd existence fascinating if not completely
understandable. The results, starting off brightly humorous and gradually
becoming darkly moving, are as intriguing and entertaining as you could
want.
Storyline: Based on
what little is known about the lives of two brothers who died in 1947 amid
the collection of junk they amassed over a quarter century of reclusive
living in their home in a once-fashionable neighborhood of New York, the
story of their increasing reclusiveness is seen from the start, with the
events that the author imagines may have triggered their withdrawal into a
world of detritus, and from the end as they succumb to what one describes as
“suicide by things.”
Bruce
Nelson plays the stranger of the two strange brothers with an
otherworldliness that is compelling precisely because it is so hard to
figure out. Is he a savant? Is he borderline autistic? Is he sane? His
career as a concert pianist is destroyed by his ever diminishing tempos as,
in the words of his more rational brother, “he couldn’t bear to part with
the notes.” Nelson captures your imagination from the first moment of the
show and keeps it to the end. Bill Largess, on the other hand, builds his
characterization of the brother who might have been able to survive in the
world had it not been for his sense of duty to the other with slow, sure
additions to the portrait that culminates in a heart-touching completion.
Starting out with a prim and proper sense of exasperation (who knew Bill
Largess could look like a 1908 version of George Will?) he deepens his
portrayal with each passing scene until, in a prologue to the second act
gorgeously underscored by the music of Chas Marsh, his dilemma overtakes
Nelson’s in its capacity to captivate. Together, they are a marvelous team.
There
is a third member of the cast, Cheryl Resor, who does good work but who may
not necessarily feel slighted if her performance isn’t placed in the same
category as those of Nelson and Largess. After all, even the script refers
to her character as “a catalyst - reactions happen when you are present.”
Her intrusions into the brothers’ world at both ends of the story bring
focus to their different disabilities. Director Kasi Campbell uses her as
does the author, as a center of gravity around which these two fascinating
characters orbit.
The
script is the work of Richard Greenberg whose treatise on homosexuality and
the national pastime, Take Me Out, won last year’s Tony Award for
Best Play. The Dazzle has the strengths of his big hit - literate
dialogue, well constructed char | |