Wednesday, July 25, 2018
Returning Favorite - Gabriel Mata/Movements - Dreaming - Southern Theater
With wit, leaps, kicks, and unpredictability, the dance shuffles through episodes that expose the psychology of dreams. Desire, experiences, turns, and movement make up this dance work.
Gabriel Mata was high on last year’s Top 10 list for me (at #5), and my instinct wasn’t wrong, just too low.
His solo dance show, Out of the Shadows, was my favorite Fringe show last year. I saw it three times, and I hardly ever see a Fringe show twice.
So even though he moved away from the Twin Cities, I was very happy to see he’s back again this year as a visiting artist. I’m very much looking forward to Dreaming. You should be, too. Here’s a video preview if you need more convincing.
(Bonus points: Gabriel addressed his undocumented status in passing in last year’s show. This year’s show will be dealing with it as primary subject matter. Some added press info I received describes the show as “a 50 minute talking dance solo on the theme of sleeping and dreams. The works dives deep beyond the living experiences of being a Dreamer/DACA status and being an immigrant, it exposes the psychological and mental trauma that accompanies the situation.” If you wanted to see a show that was sure to freak Attorney General Jeff Sessions out the most, this’d be it.)
Here's some handy links to the full Top 10, Top 11-20 and Returning Favorites lists.
10 - There Goes the Gayborhood - Libra Moon Productions - Strike Theater
A close-knit group of friends disbands after a disastrous reunion episode of their reality show. Five years later, their apartment building and favorite bar will be destroyed unless they can reunite to save it.
I saw Jakey Emmert’s previous Fringe show back in 2013 (They Shoot 25-Year-Old Gay Men, Don't They?) and was most amused, so I was happy to see he’s back again (second from the left in this picture) with more as writer/director/performer in this new ensemble comedy.
Further press info says it’s “a comedy influenced by the themes of growing out of your friend group, the strange and magical time of your late twenties and early thirties, and good old-fashioned gentrification -- all presented as a Bravo-inspired reality show.”
New play, gay, funny, proven track record. All I need to hear.
Here's some handy links to the full Top 10, Top 11-20 and Returning Favorites lists.
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20 - Summers In Prague - Sidecar Theatre - Rarig Arena
Mara, a thirty-five-year-old English teacher, goes on a trip to Prague and uncharacteristically hires a male escort. Join us for this funny, intimate and unexpectedly poignant journey of self- discovery.
I will admit to having a weakness for stories involving male prostitutes (I even wrote one, once upon a time). Though I know there are a myriad of issues of exploitation and consent (I’m hardly viewing the whole thing romantically), there’s something about the dividing line between sex and love that seems much clearer when there’s money involved. So this Fringe show already had that going for it. This is the same company that presented last year’s surprise hit De Hjertelose (The Heartless). This year they’re partnering with local Chameleon Theatre Circle to produce the world premiere of Deanna Strasse’s play. And I have to say I’m envious of her cast. I think Samantha Papke is one of the best actresses in town. I’d watch her in pretty much anything. I’ve also enjoyed Avi Aharoni’s work in other productions, and the two of them were really charming together in the show’s Fringe preview. So, yeah, I’m on board for this one. New play, great cast, guilty pleasure subject matter. You don’t have to twist my arm too hard.
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Fringe 2018 - Returning Favorites
I'll post links here to all my posts about this year's list of returning favorites of mine from past Fringes and past Top 10/Top 20 lists, just so there's a handy place to find them all and you don't have to scroll through the whole blog to find them:
For starters, the past two years, I ended up doing a post-mortem at year's end which included a Top 10 of both Fringe and non-Fringe theater of the year. I'll refer to them a bit, so here's a link to those posts to peruse as this new list comes together:
Best Theater I Saw in 2017: For What It's Worth
Best Theater I Saw in 2016: For What It's Worth
And the returnees I'm most looking forward to:
Gabriel Mata/Movements - Dreaming - Southern Theater
Grand Island Theatre - Hamlet, But Hamlet's a Chicken - Minnsky Theatre
Minnerican Productions - Broken English, Mother Tongue - Mixed Blood
Sheep Theater - Kaboom - Rarig Thrust
Mainly Me Productions - A Justice League of Their Own - TRP
Shanan Custer, Joshua English Scrimshaw, and Tim Uren - in one form or another touching the following:
Not Fair, My Lady - Mixed Blood Theater
The Mysterious Old Radio Listening Society vs. The Nazis - Rarig Thrust
Our Best Life - Rarig Thrust
Right, Wrong or Bomb! A Dating Musical - Mixed Blood
Couple Fight: The Musical - Rarig Thrust
Slapdash Panic: Comedy Suitcase Ended Up In The Fringe Festival With 3 Weeks Notice and No Show! - Strike Theater
The Screaming Skull - Rarig Thrust
Neal Skoy - A Farewell To Armadillos - Strike Theater
Theatre Unbound - A Gertrude Stein Christmas - Augsburg Mainstage
Les Kurkendaal - Walking While Black In Moscow - Ritz Studio
The Fourth Wall - Fruit Flies Like A Banana - Celtic Junction
Minnesota SkyVault Theatre Company - Night Sets Her Foot In Morocco - Rarig Arena
Tom Reed - Gunplay - Mixed Blood Theater, and Couple Fight: The Musical - Rarig Thrust
The Winding Sheet Outfit - Blood Nocturne - Southern Theater
Brad Lawrence - The Idaho Jackson Action Playset - Ritz Studio
Shrieking Harpies - Augsburg Studio
Fearless Comedy Productions - Deep In The 100 Acre Woods - Minnsky Theatre
The Coldharts - Eddie Poe - Ritz Mainstage
Fringe Orphans - TRP
Victoria Pyan, Oncoming Productions - Geminae - Southern Theater
Universal Dance Destiny - African Roads, American Streets - Ritz Mainstage
Ariel Leaf (Mermaid Productions) - Have You Seen This Girl? - Hard Times Cafe
plus, a rundown of the Touring Artists' Previews on Fringe Eve
plus, a random shout-out for a couple of scripts that came through my writing group
Doug Sees God: A Funnie Thing Happened on the Way to Adulthood - Albino Squirrel - Rarig Thrust
Revolt of the Beavers - Say It Loud - Mixed Blood
(more posts to come until Fringe opens, keep checking back on this one...)
Here's some handy links to the full Top 10, and Top 11-20 lists for the 2018 Fringe.
Fringe 2018 - Top 11-20 List
I'll post links here to all my posts about this year's Top 11-20 list, just so there's a handy place to find them all and you don't have to scroll through the whole blog to find them:
11 - The Things They Carried - Beardog Productions - Ritz Studio
12 - Gay Hot American Summer - GIRL Theatre - Rarig Arena
13 - Abeyance - Tyler West - Strike Theater
14 - Sfanta (Holy One) - D Lobontiu - Strike Theater
15 - Cyrano on the Moon - Red Dice Collective - Ritz Studio
16 - Bits and Bobs: An Evening of Short Plays - Trompe L'Oeil - TRP
17 - Illinois Boy Blues - Deacon Gamzee Productions - Augsburg Studio
18 - Delightfully Rude - Elaine Orion - Ritz Studio
19 - TITUS: Sweet Water, Silent Walks - The Band Group - Rarig Thrust
20 - Summers In Prague - Sidecar Theatre - Rarig Arena
Here's some handy links to the full Top 10, and Returning Favorites lists.
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Fringe 2018 - Top Ten List
I'll post links here to all my posts about this year's Top 10 list, just so there's a handy place to find them all and you don't have to scroll through the whole blog to find them:
1 - Now We See It - Michael Rogers - Ritz Mainstage
2 - Itchy Tingles - Heidi Arneson - Rarig Xperimental
3 - The Flashlight Zone: 20 Science Fiction Plays In One Hour - Flash Grenade Productions - TRP
4 - Saint Ex - Spaceheater - Rarig Arena
5 - Horsetale, at Celtic Junction AND Whales, at Ritz Mainstage - both by Hit The Lights! Theater Co.
6 - The Immaculate Big Bang - Bill Santiago - Strike Theater
7 - (a) Normal Theatre Play - Goof Goof - Strike Theater
8 - Dangerous When Wet: Booze, Sex, and My Mother - Jamie Brickhouse - Augsburg Studio
9 - A Part of Me - Imagined Theatre - Southern Theater
10 - There Goes the Gayborhood - Libra Moon Productions - Strike Theater
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Fringe 2018 - Here We Go Again...
We’re only about a week away from the start of the 2018 Minnesota Fringe Festival, so I better get this blog fired up and ready to go.
You can only see about a third of the shows in the festival, and that’s if you stick to the main Fringe schedule of a new show every 90 minutes. (And there’s the added wrinkle this year of the Family Fringe hub, which is on its own schedule, mostly falling in the middle of timeslots on the regular Fringe schedule.)
So decisions need to be made.
Every year I clear the decks and try to find 20 new sets of artists to highlight.
And the Fringe has a rich history of artists that return again and again with new shows (and sometimes remounts of old shows), so I also try and spotlight a lot of my returning favorites who’ve been on the Top 10 and Top 11-20 lists from years past.
I’ll be throwing out a lot of information in the coming week, so consider the source.
There are exceptions to all of the following but here’s the things that tend to catch my eye:
I’m a playwright, so I tend to gravitate toward new plays first, rather than companies producing scripts with an established track record.
(Honestly, it’s been harder to find that this year because there wasn’t a tag for new plays or world premiere as a search tag for the Fringe website. Even though I’ve spent a lot of time digging through all the show pages, I’ve very likely missed something. I realize the world premiere label could apply to nearly all the content of the Fringe, but if there’s four(?!) tags for dance and one for original music, would new play have been so hard to add?)
I’m a gay man, so I tend to seek out the shows with queer content
(there IS an LGBTQ+ content search tag, thank goodness).
I can see straight theater the other eleven and a half months of the year. Fringe is my chance to find myself (and my fellow queers) reflected onstage.
I like to be a good host, so I tend to seek out the performers who are visiting from out of town.
(That, also, was harder to figure out this year. No tag for that either. And not everybody puts information on their Fringe page or has their own website, etc. I’m sure I’ve missed a lot of those people. I do get some additional press information that narrows that down a little, but I’m sure other non-press Fringe-goers would like a shot at knowing this. Not all the out of towners are able to preview their show the night before the festival opens, and not all Fringegoers see the visiting artist showcase. It would be nice if the website helped.)
Like any Fringegoer, if I know somebody involved in a project, even if it meets none of the other criteria above, I’m bound to give it some consideration.
Having been in this town a while doing theater of my own, and having seen quite a few Fringe festivals besides, there are a lot of friends, acquaintances, collaborators, and other people I recognize. So that doesn’t always help me narrow things down. If I know you and I don’t see your show, it doesn’t mean I don’t care, it’s just the conflicts of scheduling, time and place.
Mom also has her favorites from over the years, too, so since she sees the first week of performances with me, that will also factor into our decisions. And neither of us move as fast as we used to. So we’ll likely stay in a hub of venues for part or all of a day sometimes, to conserve energy and maximize the number of shows we can see. Mom likes to cram in 30 in seven days.
So, all that said, on with the list…
Saturday, July 21, 2018
Review - Hand To God - Jungle Theater - When Puppets Attack…, 5 stars
Everyone grieves in their own way. In Hand To God, teenage Jason (Riley O’Toole) is channeling his emotions over the recent death of his father through a hand puppet named Tyrone. Tyrone swears like a sailor, says incredibly vulgar things about women (and pretty much everyone else), and regularly shares profanity-laden rants on the origins and nature of theology. All of which is awkward, because Tyrone is supposed part of a church worship puppet show. Also, Tyrone the puppet is apparently unkillable, grows some rather sharp teeth, and might be the devil - or maybe Jason is possessed - at the very least he’s not processing his feelings in a constructive manner.
“You want the devil?! I’ll give you the devil!”
Jason’s mother Margery (Tracey Maloney) is initially unaware of all of this. Margery is also hanging on by a very thin thread. Six months of mourning her husband seems to be more than enough for the rest of the community. Margery spends a lot of her time fending off the unwanted and/or inappropriate advances of Pastor Greg (Kris Nelson) and another teenage church puppeteer named Timothy (Eric Sharp). Needless to say, Margery’s strategy of throwing herself into working for the church in order to help herself move on isn’t going as planned. Her new church puppeteer project only has three takers, two of which are Jason (under duress) and Timothy. The third is Jessica (C. Michael Menge), and though she’d like to spend more time with Jason, she ends up battling insults from Tyrone and Timothy instead.
“You’re so far back in the closet, you’re in Narnia.”
If this sounds like the kind of adult comedy you couldn’t take your church group to, you’re probably right. But that’s kind of a shame, because Robert Askins’ award-winning play Hand To God, now at the Jungle Theater under the skilled direction of Christina Baldwin, is actually a really clever meditation on faith and its place in people’s lives. Most plays that take this irreverent approach to religion are normally striking out in a scorched earth kind of way - “Religion once hurt me, so now I’m going to hurt religion!” In fact, at intermission, I was still holding my breath, hoping Hand To God wasn’t going to end up being one of those plays, because it was doing such a spectacular job of walking a theological tightrope with no net for all of act one. Imagine how relieved and happy I was to discover that Hand To God ended as it began - being honest, and funny, and smart about really difficult things.
“You brought an abomination into the House of God.”
“You used the church to try and f**k me.”
Director Baldwin has an enviable creative team at her disposal both on and off stage. Chelsea M. Warren’s church basement set is amazingly good. Though this church is Lutheran, since I come from a Baptist tradition, it seems safe to say that nearly any member of a Protestant denomination will recognize this basement. Stage manager John Novak’s work on the props adds another layer of familiarity to the place.
“With an evil puppet on your hand, I don’t think you’re going to regular kid jail.”
On top of the precision of this stunning opening look to the show, there are these cheeky, deliberately low-tech looking (but nonetheless skillful, and funny) scene changes. Multiple painted backdrops, with intentional rough edges to the look of the painting on them, slide in and out in various ways. Stage hands are plainly visible as cars and bedrooms and swing sets appear and disappear. The theater magic (and humanity) here, is in seeing the strings - just like you would at, say, a church puppet show. This isn’t a mistake, it’s a choice, and it’s oddly enchanting.
“My puppet doesn’t have teeth.”
“Your puppet isn’t possessed by the devil.”
Sean Healey’s sound design includes pre-show and intermission music of 1980s pop songs re-orchestrated for the electronic Casio keyboard in hilarious fashion (my person favorite was a cover of “Come On, Eileen”). Sarah Bahr’s costume designs are both vivid in color and weirdly perfect in a just this side of normal sort of way for each of the characters. Grant E. Merges also gets in on the fun with his lighting design, including some demonic mood lighting, and a faulty overhead bulb with its own sense of comic timing.
“I’ve seen Bugs Bunny, motherfucker!”
In addition to the set, Warren also did the puppet designs and they are fantastic. Since we live in a post-Avenue Q world, brace yourself for the act two puppet sex scene (with multiple positions, and a rather prominent boob reveal). The fact that the puppets have sex while their operators are also having a fairly normal human conversation makes the whole feat twice as impressive (and twice as funny).
“That’s what I want. That’s what Jesus wants. That’s what’s going to happen.”
None of Askins’ world could work without a talented cast in all the roles, and Baldwin has delivered a wonderful ensemble of performers. C. Michael Menge’s Jessica is the only character who doesn’t end up doing stupid things for the wrong reasons (even their puppet seduction strategy comes from a good place). Tracey Maloney’s Margery, Kris Nelson’s Pastor Greg, and Eric Sharp’s Timothy all do and say unbelievably stupid, even hurtful, things, and yet you still manage to feel sorry for them - that’s a heck of a trick, and not all actors could pull it off.
“Feel how tiny we are in the palm of God’s hands.”
And of course this show wouldn’t work at all without a great actor playing Jason, and his evil alter ego Tyrone. Riley O’Toole is frighteningly good at both roles. (I’ve seen O’Toole in impressive shows before, including The Whipping Man at Minnesota Jewish Theater, and Lion In Winter at the Guthrie, but I don’t think I fully appreciated the range of his talent until I saw Hand To God last night.) O’Toole has played this role before and it shows. His skill is not just in operating Tyrone the puppet, but in so fully submerging himself in Tyrone’s persona that the puppet seems like a whole other actor onstage. Jason and Tyrone spend a lot of time conversing (and fighting) together, and in the hands of a lesser actor that could quickly get boring or confusing. Both Jason and Tyrone are distinct characters in conflict with one another. It’s a thrilling (and more than a little creepy) performance to watch. But always funny. And even a little sad. There are many moments throughout the evening when it looks like Tyrone is operating Jason, rather than the other way around. O’Toole is so on top of every moment in this production that when an audience member sneezed at one point, Tyrone the puppet said “Gesundheit,” and then Jason and Tyrone returned to their conversation (after the audience was done laughing and applauding, of course).
“You have to decide what walks out of this room - you, or that.”
If you’re looking for an irreverent comedy to brighten your summer days, Hand To God is a production you need to see. If you’re looking for a comedy that is also slyly smart about things like religion and the human heart, Hand To God can deliver that as well. Honestly, if you’re just looking for a good piece of theater with great performances (and you can stand a little swearing), you should really treat yourself to Hand To God at the Jungle Theater. (Tyrone's even vandalized your program for you.) Good theater just makes me feel better about life in general, and Hand To God is so good, I can probably coast on that feeling all week. Thanks, Hand To God. (now through August 19, 2018)
5 stars - Very Highly Recommended
(above: Riley O’Toole as Jason - and Tyrone - in the Jungle Theater’s production of Hand To God - photo: Dan Norman Photography)
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Review - Fellow Travelers - Minnesota Opera - Some Light In a Dark Time - 5 stars
I’m embarrassed to admit it, but this may be the first time I’ve seen an opera since I was in college. (And we won’t get into how long ago that was - suffice it to say, a while.) I didn’t get the opera gene as a gay man for some reason, even though my Grandma and Granddad loved the opera. Seeing the new opera Fellow Travelers at the Minnesota Opera, though, I can understand a little of what kept drawing them back again and again.
“How many earthquakes? How many kisses?”
Even though it’s a modern rather than a classical story, the scale and sweep of the production here is still huge and impressive. The music from composer Gregory Spears is gorgeous. The voices of everyone in the ensemble are powerful. Mary Shabatura’s lighting constantly casts Sara Brown’s scenic design and Trevor Bowen’s costume designs into sharp relief with evocative light and shadow, either making colors pop or lines and angles seem more ominous. The outsized passions of these people really need the scale of the world on stage and the strong voices of opera to do them full justice. Bonus points - even though the love affair, of course, is doomed (this is opera, after all - and they give you a full synopsis of every scene ahead of time so you can more easily follow along), nobody’s a prostitute and nobody dies. As someone who went in not entirely sure he had the capacity to fully appreciate an opera, I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
“I don’t have a telephone.”
“Are you Amish?”
Fellow Travelers is set in Washington D.C. of the mid to late 1950s when Joseph McCarthy (Andrew Wilkowske)’s crusade against communist sympathizers in the government sought to root out homosexuals (“sexual deviants”) as well, fearing they could be too easily blackmailed into betraying their country. This subplot of McCarthy’s Red Scare was known as the Lavender Scare. This is also pre-Stonewall Riots by more than a decade, so life in general for members of the LGBTQ community was already fairly clandestine and bleak. All the same, people still found one another, and a way to live their lives. This story, adapted by librettist Greg Pierce from Thomas Mallon’s novel, centers on young Timothy Laughlin (Andres Acosta), a reporter who longs instead to work on Capitol Hill. A chance meeting on a park bench with State Department employee Hawkins Fuller (Hadleigh Adams) completely alters the course of his life.
“What would you rather be doing?”
Tim and Hawk’s conversation remains innocent enough, but is definitely flirtatious. Hawk puts in a good word at the offices of Senator Potter (Nicholas Davis), and Tim quickly finds himself hired as the senator’s speechwriter. A thank you gift of a book from Tim, with his address written inside it, launches Tim and Hawk’s passionate affair. After their first night together, Tim goes to church but finds it impossible to regret the encounter. In fact, this new chapter in his life propels him into singing the production’s one big aria in act one, and it’s a stunner.
“The insane asylum where Ezra Pound is writing poetry.”
Hawk’s assistant (and long-time friend) Mary (Adriana Zabala) also becomes Tim’s confidante as the secret relationship continues. Hawk is a bit too cavalier about keeping that secret and briefly runs afoul of McCarthy’s investigators, but presents himself as “normal” enough to escape punishment. Meanwhile, all around them are whispers and bad news, of government people run out of their jobs or driven to suicide.
“Stay, just stay.”
Hawk can’t quite bring himself to settle down with Tim exclusively, even though it’s clear Hawk’s emotions are real and their connection is strong. They try to live separate lives - Tim enlists in the army, and Hawk gets married to a nice woman named Lucy (Jasmine Habersham) - but the pull between them remains, so their affair resumes. Hawk’s aria in act two is just as intense as Tim’s which came before it, but more subdued - since Hawk has realized that, as much as he loves Tim, Hawk is bad for him. Even without a government purge hanging over their heads, the society Tim and Hawk live in doesn’t make room easily for couples like them.
“I know him well. There are times I wish I didn’t know him so well.”
Recently I’ve been taking issue with the idea of homosexual suffering as entertainment, but Fellow Travelers surprised me by not falling into this trap. Tim and Hawk suffer their share of heartache, sure, but they don’t live in constant misery, and they’re not helpless victims of the society around them. They live their lives fully and intentionally, and they have great moments of happiness. Oddly, the events and decisions that finally drive them apart for good are also the crucible that turns them into the kind of men who could finally be a decent partner to one another - if only they didn’t already have all this history between them. It hurts, but it hurts because it meant something. And again, nobody’s a prostitute, and nobody dies, so you can call it a win. There’s sex and there’s skin on display, but it’s the genuine intensity of the emotion between the two central characters that makes Fellow Travelers more than just another story about an ill-fated gay love affair. If you feel that deeply, why wouldn’t you sing? And who wouldn’t fall for a guy who could sing to you like that?
“I’m off to shoot a few ducks, then Monday we can straighten out this damn country.”
The scenic design is a great combination of grandeur and standard government office practicality. The stage is bracketed by powerful columns that reach to the heavens, and can dwarf the human beings who move beneath them. Yet within those columns, tables and chairs and desks of steel and green roll around into different configurations. Fluorescent office lights are just as likely to descend from the heavens as a crucifix or a tree branch. Just as director Peter Rothstein gets beautiful performances out of the entire ensemble here (which includes Hye Jung Le, Sidney Outlaw, and Calvin Griffin as well), he also choreographs the dance of the various locations in the characters lives elegantly and simply. In addition, there’s a fair amount of whimsy going on around the edges. For instance, occasionally a cast member will be holding up what appears to be a bathroom mirror for another character, and they’ll extend a hand, as a convenient place to hang their hat.
“Did you hear the one about Roy Cohn in church? Ah - men.”
One of the things that helps keep Fellow Travelers so engaging is that it never loses sight of the human characters in the larger sweep of history. The story gives us just enough facts for context but doesn’t get bogged down in exposition. However, the passing of time does continue to add new wrinkles. When this opera first premiered in New York in 2016, the U.S. government still hadn’t apologized for the Lavender Scare which drove 5,000 men and women out of their jobs during the Eisenhower administration. In early January 2017, Secretary of State John Kerry issued an official apology on behalf of the State Department. Shortly after Donald Trump’s inauguration, that statement mysteriously, or perhaps not so mysteriously, disappeared from the government’s website. While we’re not living in the 1950s any more, it seems we all still have to watch our backs. (Given all that, I have to give a quick shout-out to the diversity visible both onstage and in the creative team offstage. More and more I’m finding that it’s much more interesting to me if it isn’t exclusively just a whole bunch of white people making the theater. That’s on ample display in the artists of Fellow Travelers.)
“Let me hold you for an hour. That’s what we get.”
Whether you’re a hardcore opera aficionado, or a neophyte like myself, there’s a lot anyone can find to like to Fellow Travelers at the Minnesota Opera. (Side note: I saw it from up in the balcony and it looks great from up there.) Fellow Travelers turns out to be a fitting offering for Pride Month in ways I never expected. (runs through June 26, 2018 at the Cowles Center)
5 stars - Very Highly Recommended
[Andres Acosta as Timothy Laughlin and Hadleigh Adams as Hawkins Fuller in the Minnesota Opera production of Fellow Travelers; Photo by Dan Norman]
Review - Room Enough - Flannel Mafia Theatre Group - Mom Vs. Gay Love? - 4 stars
If you’re wondering about the general impact of Robb Krueger’s new play Room Enough, being presented at the Phoenix by Flannel Mafia Theatre Group, I can report the following: everyone around me was laughing a lot through act one, then laughing and crying a lot through act two, and pretty much all on their feet for curtain call. So Room Enough is an enormously affecting play, full of humor, and also full of genuine sentiment (which keeps it from being sentimental in a bad way). It also looks death and loss squarely in the face without being maudlin.
“It’s weird hearing you swear.”
“I’ve been practicing.”
The year is 1988. Recently widowed Laura (Jean Wolff) decides to reconnect with her estranged gay son Michael (Colton Moyer), who is living in the Uptown neighborhood of Minneapolis with his boyfriend of four years David (Charliey Libra). Michael is also living with HIV/AIDS and seems to be managing OK so far. But this is 1988. They hadn’t found the miracle drug cocktail yet that turned AIDS from a death sentence to a manageable chronic disease (assuming, of course, you could afford the drugs). Also, Michael lost his job when his employers found out about his illness. Luckily, David’s job is enough to help them stay afloat.
“I look like a Dalmatian.”
Laura has a lot to make up for on her visit, since she and her late husband Russ (Scott Gilbert) didn’t take Michael’s coming out well. Mother and son only started to reconnect at the father’s funeral. Laura’s church friends are still lobbying over the phone to get her to see if she can bring Michael back to the church, and away from gay life in the big city. But that’s not really the conflict here. Laura’s heart is never really fully invested in any kind of conversion strategy.
“And that’s how a pity f**k prevented me from jumping out of the plane.”
The friction results from Laura and David butting heads. David is very protective of Michael, and he knows from personal experience how much parents can hurt their child. Any interaction between David and his own distant mother Lydia (Jane Burke) just reopens festering wounds. Perhaps in reaction to this, David frequently bristles at any admonishment to “tone it down” or “be less gay around mom.” Michael’s continuing attempts to keep the peace eventually take a toll on his health. Everyone then bands together to help Michael through his crisis.
“Of course he’s still gay. I’ve only been here a week and a half.”
Playwright Robb Krueger has written a witty and honest play. Director Sara Pillatzki-Warzeha has assembled a committed cast who don’t hold anything back, whether they’re loving or fighting (and there’s a lot of both). Probably the most refreshing thing about the production is the way it portrays the relationship between Michael and David. They’re dealing with a lot, between their personal family baggage, and the health and employment issues. But they’re a real team, being strong for each other when one of them stumbles. And four years on, they still can’t seem to keep their hands off one another. But it’s sex as an example of the depth of their feeling for one another, rather than gratuitous coupling just to spice up the play. In fact, they seem to be even more attracted to each other in what would seem to be inappropriate times when things seem the most dire - yet it never seems “wrong” and its end up telling the audience a lot about who they are as a couple.
“Mom, Dad, I’m gay.”
“I made pie.”
Room Enough will affect the people who watch it in different ways, depending on their own lived experience (I guess you could say that about pretty much any play, but it seems especially true here). I was surprised by how distant I remained from it, unlike the rest of the audience. I enjoyed the performances and the characters, but I could feel myself resisting being drawn in. That’s probably because I knew where it was going and I didn’t want to go there. Despite the occasional flashback or reappearance of a character who was already dead by the time the events of the play begin in 1988, Room Enough is a resolutely linear play. It begins not long after the death of one character and will see us through the deaths of two more before it’s done. Both recently and not so recently, I’ve been through enough of that in real life. So if a piece of entertainment is going to make me watch somebody die, there better be a damn good reason for putting me through that. Hence, my resistance. Also, for far too many years, the only way you could find any story with a gay person in it, they had to be dying. So I’ve seen my share of fictional characters suffer, too. I may just be all cried out at this point. If I’m thinking of that line from the movie Heathers, “I love my dead gay son!” then I’m probably not having the reaction the artists intended.
“You need an open mind.”
“If I open my mind that far, my brain’s gonna fall out.”
None of that is meant to take anything away from the efforts of the folks at Flannel Mafia producing Room Enough. As I noted before, everyone is tackling this story with full intensity and commitment. The play just seemed determined to forgive characters I wasn’t ready to forgive, and kill characters I wasn’t ready to see die. That’s not the story’s problem. Room Enough isn’t about forgiveness that’s easy. It’s about unearned forgiveness, or grace, which is harder. It’s also about learning to cope when you’re dealt a bad hand. And that’s hard, too. I guess if we’re going to get grace, I need the story to give me a little more honest give and take about religion and faith, and right now Room Enough is just kind of skipping across the surface and around the edges of that. And if someone’s going to die, and you want me to really feel it, then I need to see more time with them getting to live first.
“I bought marijuana from a drag queen.”
Room Enough is an expansion of a previous one-act version of the same story, and in watching it you can feel it pushing at the boundaries of standard structure with the flashbacks and isolated monologues and the reappearance of characters who are already dead. Part of me wishes that the play allowed itself to flop around in time a little more. Of course, you need to get to know a person first, so that their loss means something and impacts the audience. That’s why the current more linear structure works so well emotionally. But there’s some wiggle room between an absolutely linear plot and one where the order of time means nothing at all. We could see more things with our own eyes rather than have them served up to us in more expository ways. Maybe trust the audience to follow along and resist the need to provide an on or off-ramp for a trip into the past or future.
“Hello, Lottie? Yup, still gay. Bye bye now.”
But again, that’s me, tinkering with someone else’s story. Quite literally everyone else around me was fully engaged and following the characters every step of the way, just the way it was - and that’s as much the script as it is the really fine performances of all the actors involved. So if you want a window into what it used to be like - when acceptance and love were hard to come by, and survival was harder, but people still managed - you should check out Room Enough. Whether you want to be grateful those particular times are behind us, or want to remind yourself so we don’t let things slip back, Room Enough is a good way to do that, and get your laugh on (and your cry on) while you’re at it. (runs through June 23, 2018 at the Phoenix Theater)
4 stars - Highly Recommended
[left to right - Michael (Colton Moyer) gets close to David (Charliey Libra) while Laura (Jean Wolff) offers up some bars - photo courtesy Flannel Mafia Theatre Group]
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Review - The Minotaur or: Amelia Earhart Is Alive And Traveling Through the Underworld - Sheep Theater - Just As Delightfully Weird As It Sounds - 5 stars
Lately, when I need to be reminded why I still like theater, I’ll go to a Sheep Theater production. I honestly don’t even need to know or understand what they’re doing before I attend. If they’re doing it, it’s a fairly safe bet I’m going to end up amused and inspired. So I’m in luck, and so are you, because they’ve got a show going on right now (and another gearing up as part of the Minnesota Fringe Festival in August). The current production, making inventive use of the full space at In The Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theater, is The Minotaur or: Amelia Earhart Is Alive And Traveling Through the Underworld.
“I can’t swim.”
“You’re a pilot!”
“Flying and swimming are two very different things.”
Famous (and famously missing) pilot Amelia Earhart (Iris Rose Page) has flown into a storm and crashed her plane. To be fair, her navigator Snook (Madeleine Rowe) did warn her not to do that. Also to be fair, the storm was actually there for a reason, put there by Poseidon (Joey Hamburger) in fact - to warn people off. But instead they’ve crashed, and the plane landed on the cage imprisoning the Minotaur (Trevor Simmons) - a monster with the head of a bull and the body of a man. So now the cage is busted and the Minotaur is free.
“Where would you go if you’d been boxed up most of your life?”
“The bathroom?”
While Poseidon heads off to try and recapture the Minotaur, he tasks Amelia and Snook with going to the Underworld to inform Hades (Michael Rogers) of the Minotaur escape situation. He assures them that once they deliver the news, Hades can assist them in getting back home. The first obstacle is getting across the river Styx, because Charon (Madhu Bangalore) requires them to give him a coin if they want a ride in his boat - and they don’t have a coin.
“What did the kid do to deserve that?”
“Nothing. That’s why it’s a mean thing to do.”
Not to worry, Icarus (Tara Lucchino) shows up and helps Amelia and Snook steal the backup spare boat and head off down the river anyway. It seems that Minos (Robb Goetzke) has taken Icarus’ father Daedalus (Jacob Mobley) hostage - and naturally, Icarus would like to fix that situation. Meanwhile, around the edges of things, the Seauthsayer (Meg Bradley) keeps saying vague, ominous, but potentially helpful things, led about on a long leash by Phemus (Tom Schultz).
“We’re not looking for anything.”
“You won’t find it here.”
And there’s the occasional run-in with ravenous hordes of Lost Souls, who are thankfully quite easily distracted by a half-eaten jar of salsa.
“You can’t always believe proof.”
“Yes. You can. That’s why they call it proof.”
Accompanying all this strangeness are comedically earnest meditations on the meaning of life, death, the afterlife, exploration, and the allure of the unknown. Nearly all the costumes are unexpected, such as Poseidon scurrying around in a T-shirt, pants and a bathrobe, or an ancient guard of the Underworld in denim overalls. Cheesy special effects make an appearance when someone runs in with an electric fan to give someone windblown hair, or they flip on a strobe light to give a moment some slow motion action. The set is deceptively simple, the company using two large orange A-frame ladders, and a shorter wooden ladder in varying configurations to conjure up Amelia’s crashed plane, or a boat for the river Styx, or a place to chain up a prisoner, or a particular passage through the mountains of the Underworld. Other areas at higher levels on the sides of the stage make for unusual places for characters to appear or pass through on their journeys.
“This isn’t hell. It’s death. It’s not the end. It’s just the beginning.”
The audience actually begins viewing the play up on the stage itself behind a curtain which will later be removed. The actors in the opening scene maneuver well through the audience that encircles them. It’s as if we aren’t even there. Each audience member is given a coin when they get their program, which they all later must pass on to Charon in order to be allowed to pass down off the stage and “take a seat in the Underworld” to watch the rest of the show. There’s also a great sight gag during Icarus’ journey with Amelia and Snook where they run into Sisyphus and… (on second thought, I won’t spoil it for you).
“We’re in so much trouble.”
“No, you’re in trouble. We’re just lost.”
Joey Hamburger, Iris Rose Page, and Michael Rogers have written the kind of smart, funny, endearingly oddball script that Sheep Theater is known for, and Michael Torsch directs the large, talented ensemble with his usual skill and aplomb. Page’s performance as Amelia is particularly winning. It’s a great character to build a show around, and it makes me wish that the title were reversed (partly because there’s another show called The Minotaur, and Sheep’s version is better, so I don’t want them getting confused; partly because, though the beast is pivotal to the show, it’s really Amelia’s story - so, Amelia Earhart Is Alive And Traveling Through the Underworld, or: The Minotaur) (or perhaps Amelia Earhart and The Minotaur’s Excellent Adventure). I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the wonderful original music from company regular John Hilsen (assisted at times by the Minotaur on drums) and the great work Phil Uttech did with the lighting design in a large and incredibly variable playing space (cool backlighting every now and then, too, again for the Minotaur).
“Nothing has changed. Nothing hasn’t changed. Whoa.”
Sheep Theater just makes me feel better about theater - seeing theater, creating theater, just theater in general. The Minotaur or: Amelia Earhart Is Alive And Traveling Through the Underworld is yet another great example of that. It’s just a heck of lot of fun to watch. Go see it. Treat yourself. (runs through June 23, 2018 at In The Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theater)
5 stars - Very Highly Recommended
[left to right: Snook (Madeleine Rowe), Amelia (Iris Rose Page) and Icarus (Tara Lucchino) try to figure out their next move on a journey through the Underworld; photographer: Scott Pakudaitis]
Sunday, April 22, 2018
Review - Twisted Deaths - Uprising Theatre - So, A Trans Man Gets Ovarian Cancer… - 5 stars
The thing that excites me most about Uprising Theatre Company is they’re telling stories I’ve never heard before. Artistic Director Shannon TL Kearns is also a prolific playwright (Uprising just staged another new play of his, The Resistance of My Skin, earlier this year). His work is a compelling window into the experience of trans people as part of the larger fabric of our society.
“The least they could do is give the dying decent coffee. It’s like they’re trying to kill us faster.”
In Uprising’s current production of Kearns’ new play Twisted Deaths, directed by Ashley Hovell, we find characters both trans and cisgendered, queer and straight, grappling with the failings of the health care system serving trans people in general, and in assisting patients of all stripes with end of life care, and what it means to truly live with a terminal diagnosis. All of that sounds like a laugh riot, I know, but despite its weighty subject matter (and title) Twisted Deaths has a lot of very welcome humor throughout, and not all of it gallows humor either. It’s a play everyone should see. It’ll make you feel more alive, and more appreciative for your life and the people in it.
“There is no cure for this. You’ll die. It’s just a matter of when.”
Ryan (Anthony Neuman) and Melissa (Jamila Joiner) are only a couple of years into their married life together, and starting to plan for children, when Ryan gets an unexpected and unwelcome diagnosis. Ryan, a trans man, has developed ovarian cancer. (I have to admit, the situation had never occurred to me as a hazard before, but of course if you still have the body parts, cancer can still lay claim to them.)
“Suddenly they’re looking at you differently. They’re searching for your history, in your hands, or your face, or your hips.”
The prognosis is unfortunately terminal. There is treatment which could possibly extend life, but there is no cure. And the additional months gained might be spent in a lot of pain. Melissa is naturally reluctant to give up the idea of any additional time together. But Ryan wants to live, and die, on his own terms and so is resisting treatment - or sharing their news with any friends that could help. The only exception to this is their mutual friend Jason (Jeff A. Miller), another trans man who runs a trans support group - something else Ryan in which resists participating. Ryan wants to live as a man, not being reminded of his difference (or his new illness).
“You’d rather hang out with an old lady who talks about God than go to trans group?”
Of course, it was the healthcare system’s issues with Ryan’s trans status that complicated his health in the first place. There is a shortage of doctors trained to deal with trans health issues. Faced with either distant treatment centers or a local unsympathetic doctor, Ryan let symptoms go untreated, which allowed the cancer to spread. The insurance company’s binary gender choices on standard forms add still more complications to the process.
“I’m dying. I get to decide. You both stay.”
“I’m dying, too.”
“Not as fast as I am.”
Finally convinced to try a cancer support group, Ryan finds a kindred spirit in Pam (Holly Windle), a widow battling liver cancer. Neither Ryan nor Pam have any patience for the complaining in the rest of the group, so they take to meeting on their own for coffee. Pam is struggling with treatment on her own since she and her adult daughter are estranged. Pam’s reliance on her religious faith is tested both by Ryan’s indifference, and the fact that the hospital chaplain is unexpectedly a woman - Heather (Kendra Alaura). Heather has issues of her own, given that she’s married to a doctor on staff at the hospital - Jen (Julia Alvarez) - but they have to keep their relationship a secret, for fear of undermining Heather’s career in the church.
“I built this body even when everyone told me not to.”
If you’re thinking, “That’s a heck of a lot to cram into one play” (even a two-act play), you’d be right. But Kearns does it. The play is not just funny and human, but also remarkably smart about the way people deal with potentially thorny issues in their relationships with one another, and in battling outside forces and systems seemingly beyond their control. Because both medicine and religion are represented onstage by people in those professions, they aren’t easily dismissed as one-dimensional villains. In addition, both Ryan and Jason represent very different sides of the trans experience. Nothing here is simple, but it’s that very complexity that makes the story, and all the characters in it, so compelling to watch.
“People are different than pets.”
“Yes. People can tell us exactly what they want.”
So many plays are about small things, it’s great to see a play about so many big things, bringing them down to a human level and characters you care about - so you’re feeling as well as thinking. It’s the best kind of theater. The design of the production is fairly simple - basic, black-painted furniture pieces and floating window frames against reflective curtains, housed inside a world of evocative sound and light created by Jake Otto. This puts the emphasis squarely on the people and the words, which serves the play well. All the performers do a great job. It’s a wonderful ensemble of actors digging into a meaty script guided by a skilled director.
“Second puberty was no joke.”
The thing about Twisted Deaths that I appreciate the most is that it doesn’t dumb anything down or sand off the rough edges of a situation to make the audience feel better. Twisted Deaths gives the audience the courtesy of telling it the truth. Sometimes medicine can’t save you, but you can find a way to save yourself, even if it means embracing death rather than fighting it. Sometimes you’ve done too much damage to those you love, and they don’t come back, even if you’re dying. Twisted Deaths is real life, rather than a soap opera version of real life. That said, I did sometimes wonder what everyone other than the minister and the doctor did for a living, where their money and resources were coming from, since they weren’t exactly dealing with minor expenses or scheduling issues.
“You don’t get to Lone Ranger this one.”
My only other quibble with Twisted Deaths is that it feels like it ends three times in the last ten minutes or so. That’s not surprising. It has a lot of points it wants to make. And that final ending is the most satisfying. But in the script’s next incarnation, it might want to try connecting the three endings, so it’s not two false starts and a finale, but one point leading into the next. So much of the play is staged, and so many of the scenes written, to just flow one into another, that this final bit of unexpected choppiness had me - and I think the rest of the audience as well - hesitant to clap until we were absolutely sure it was really and truly over (which has got to be a little unsettling for the actors waiting for a response).
“Illegal doesn’t always mean wrong.”
In addition to the play, Uprising Theatre Company also partners up on each production with community organizations working in the real world on the issues found in the play. This time around it’s Open Arms Minnesota (www.openarmsmn.org), Compassion and Choices (www.compassionandchoices.org), and Family Tree Clinic (www.familytree.org). They all have tables in the theater lobby with information and simple, actionable items which audience members can undertake for a good cause. So be sure to check in with them before and after the show, as well as at intermission.
“You’re gonna regret saying that when I’m dead.”
“Dude!”
“Too soon?”
“Way too soon.”
Though I’m sure the story of Twisted Deaths sounds like a lot to sit through, I can assure you it’s neither overwhelming nor incredibly depressing. Instead, Twisted Deaths is a powerful (and often funny) affirmation of life, and the peace that comes from making sometimes hard decisions about the way you live the life you’re given. (runs through April 28, 2018 at the Phoenix Theater)
5 Stars - Very Highly Recommended
(Twisted Death poster art, courtesy of Uprising Theatre Company)
Review - My Barking Dog - Market Garden Theatre - A Coyote Takes Over Two People’s Lives, and Then A City - 5 stars
The “why” of a play can often elude me. There are thousands of plays out there - old and new, from any number of countries or periods of history. Why a theater company chooses to do a particular play right now, that can be a useful thing to know. Sometimes it’s obvious. Sometimes it’s a complete mystery. Sometimes, you have to think for a minute.
“Maybe this disemboweled squirrel is your engagement ring.”
With Market Garden Theatre’s production of Eric Coble’s play My Barking Dog, it took me a minute. Because I had to remember, “Oh, right. We haven’t always lived like this. It won’t always be like this.” We used to live in a country where serious people were trying to address large, systemic problems like criminal justice reform, and climate change, and voter suppression, and community policing. Now every day we either start off with the thought, “what crazy, corrupt thing did they do overnight while I was asleep?” or “you know, just wake me again when this nonsense is over.” Because the world doesn’t revolve around Washington, DC. It keeps moving and changing whether we’re keeping an eye on it or not, whether we’re doing anything about it or not. So the intriguing issues at the heart of the play My Barking Dog will still need addressing, when the current political storms have passed. My Barking Dog is actually a great reminder that there’s a wider world out there, if we’re paying attention.
“I don’t even know what I’m saying. I don’t speak coyote.”
Eric Coble’s 90-minute play starts off as two dueling monologues. The characters actually don’t speak to each other and share a scene until 30 minutes in. After that, they still have their moments alone, but My Barking Dog then becomes a shared story. The whole thing wouldn’t work nearly as well if director Lucas Skjaret hadn’t chosen the two actors he did to tell the story. Victoria Pyan portrays Melinda, who works for a printing company, loading the paper into the machines, more than happy to take night shifts and holidays and have the factory all to herself. Mike Swan portrays Toby, who is currently unemployed and searching for work - except it’s the “white privilege” version of unemployed where he still has the resources somehow to continue to rent an apartment and feed himself while he hijacks his neighbors’ wi-fi signals for internet access. Just as I’m starting to wonder how much longer I’m going to remain interested in these isolated people, no matter how clever the script or compelling the performances, a coyote appears.
“The Wild Needs A Home, Too.”
We never see the coyote, but the unseen animal is always clearly visible to the human characters on stage. They follow it with their eyes. They communicate with it. They leave food out for it. Then things get weird. Seriously weird. Spoiler alert weird, so I won’t go into too much detail except to say that the coyote brings Melinda and Toby together (no, not that way) and gives them each a new mission in life. Neither of these missions are expected - or even in the mainstream of human thought. In fact, they’re both in their own way kind of nuts, and yet they’re also both interesting as hell to watch unfold. Essentially, My Barking Dog is asking the question, are the coyotes, and nature in general, encroaching on human cities - or are humans the interlopers, and the animals are just taking back what’s theirs? If it’s the latter, how much should humans be fighting the animals? And should they instead be helping them?
“Nothing prepares the earth for new life like a layer of ash.”
My Barking Dog is a surprisingly simple production. It’s just the two actors, and for Leazah Behrens’ scene design, a couple of silver chairs, and a painting of a cityscape on the wall of the space. Lighting designer Jacob Lee Hofer does some of the heavy lifting of defining areas and setting time and place. There are no props to speak of, just a lot of convincing miming of items and tasks. That puts the focus on things like costumes, as layers start to come off, and the use of colored chalk on the floor in the final thirty minutes. The blue chalk lines not only cover the floor, and scrawl graffiti across the cityscape, the chalk dust quickly starts to cover the clothing and skin of the characters. The production is in the studio space at the Crane Theater which, six months on, still has a lot of the same sound bleed problems it did back when I saw Sing To Me Now last fall. Their opening weekend has competition from another show across the hall on the main stage; the next week, they have the theater to themselves. Until then, it’s hard to really hear and appreciate the full sound design created by Kassia Lisinski. What I could hear was helpful to the story.
“It might not all be accurate but it’s all true.”
Market Garden Theatre is doing a bit of public service with My Barking Dog. As surreal as the story is, they manage to tell the story in a way that gets the audience to plug back into the concerns of what the world was once like, and fortunes willing, will be again. Wonder what it’s like surrendering to or collaborating with nature? My Barking Dog will have you thinking about it in ways you never expected. (plays through April 29, 2018)
5 Stars - Very Highly Recommended
(Victoria Pyan and Mike Swan in My Barking Dog, photo courtesy of Market Garden Theatre)
Friday, March 23, 2018
Review - Year of Bad Men - Life-Sized Meme - Femme Noir - 4.5 stars
If you haven’t seen a play written by Patrick Coyle (and since he’s been doing most of his writing work in independent film in recent years - Detective Fiction, Into Temptation, and Public Domain - his plays have been harder to find), the new theater company Life-Sized Meme has a treat for you. Coyle’s latest play, Year of Bad Men, described as a femme noir, is playing this weekend at the Phoenix Theater. I’ll be honest, Patrick Coyle is a friend of mine, and I’ve been a fan of his work as both a writer and an actor for a long time, so consider the source. But there’s a reason I’m such a fan - the work is great. And that talent is on full display in Year of Bad Men.
“You owe me a life.”
Life-Sized Meme put out a call for scripts and got over 300 of them from quite literally all over the world. The reason they chose Coyle’s play isn’t because he’s local, it’s because the play’s so good. And Life-Sized Meme has put the play front and center in the production. I know that sounds like a weird thing to say (don’t all productions put the script front and center?) - but sometimes a theater company will get so involved in its vision for the production that the play can get lost. Not so here. Director Stephanie Alexander and her delightful team of actors really dig into Coyle’s script and enjoy themselves. The plot is twisty and funny and deeply weird, but it’s not just a jigsaw puzzle. There are human beings bumping into one another here that have major issues and conflicted emotions that make the ideas of justice and escape and forgiveness and revenge seem very dangerous. Year of Bad Men is the kind of play where it’s fun just to strap in and hang on for the ride.
“You’re not wanted by the law, are you?”
“I’m a middle school history teacher.”
That ride centers on Tommy Gallagher (Adam Harfield) and the two women who suddenly appear in his life with very different agendas - Mary Sullivan (Stephanie Coffield) and Kim Porter (Haley Hubbard). Mary is a middle school history teacher with a doozy of a secret who sublets an apartment from touring musician Jason Grant (William Bridger Adkison), right across the street from Tommy so she can watch him, and he can see her as well. Mary’s aggressive (and successful) campaign to pull Tommy into a torrid physical relationship gets him to set his moving plans aside and stay put for a while. Which is handy for Kim, because she’s also trying to track Tommy down - turns out he’s her biological father. Kim enlists the aid of a friendly gay barista named Henry Shier (Adri Mehra), who gives her a couch to sleep on, and tips on how to also land a job at the coffee shop working for Bobby Clayton (Al Fiene). All the activity in her buildings makes manager Samantha Rose (Ellen Apel) curious enough to call in her private investigator friend Shelly Wasserman (Heidi Ricks) to learn more about Tommy and Mary. This results in one of the more hilarious info dumps of exposition in recent memory at the top of act two.
“Do you believe people can change?”
“I haven’t seen much evidence of that in my life.”
The danger of these kind of plot-twist-heavy sorts of stories, full of secrets and lies, is that the plot can sometimes overwhelm the characters. Thanks to the script, a great group of actors, and sure-handed direction, Year of Bad Men manages to avoid this pitfall nearly all the time. They also all manage the tricky balancing act of keeping the sense of dread alive at the same time hanging out with these characters is also a lot of fun. And the story isn’t satisfied with just serving up surprises at the end - it wants you to feel for the characters as well.
“The next day I cleaned my car, and forgot about her.”
That said, the character of Kim can get a little lost in the weeds sometimes - this seems to be a script rather than an acting issue. While I appreciate the inclusion of the gay character of Henry, his boyfriend is conveniently off stage and out of the country, so it’s the heterosexuals that get all the sex, and the headaches that come with it. Much of the time Henry and coffee shop owner Bobby serve a lot of the same functions in Kim’s story, so I wonder about the necessity for both of them. One or the other, but not both, might give Kim’s character a little more room to breathe. And a lot of Kim’s subterfuge seems disconnected from her mission, unlike Mary’s. Again, less stuff layered on top of Kim’s story might have given the emotional center of her mission more space to take on the weight it deserves.
“I will never ever lie to you, on one condition. You never ask me any questions.”
Also, as a new company that clearly values new plays and living (even local) writers, just a tip for Life-Sized Meme: the playwright gets listed before the director. Take a look at the websites and programs of nearly any theater in town - large or small. Playwrights - female or male, living or dead - get listed after the title, then the director. Because, as Life-Sized Meme knows, without a writer, you don’t have a script (unless it’s a company-created work, and that’s a whole other can of worms). It’s both a little thing, and not a little thing. (Also, inviting the writer to a couple of rehearsals, particularly at the beginning, can help in unexpected ways - like getting that marijuana/potpourri joke to land better and sound deliberate rather than like a mispronunciation.)
“I used to work for the carnival.”
“Really?”
“No.”
Shout-out to the lighting designer Mary “Poff” Southern and sound designer Taylor Jedlinski, who along with the tireless and speedy work from the stage management/run crew team of Jason Paul Gaarder, Matthew Pitts, and Kya Fischer, keep the action moving smoothly among the play’s many locations (which is no small miracle). The light through Mary’s window is particularly evocative, and director Alexander’s staging makes what could possibly be a confusing set-up physically instead very easy to follow and understand. (The magic of theater.)
“You’re very kind.”
“Not usually.”
Year of Bad Men is an entertaining play done very, very well. I’m already looking forward to more from Patrick Coyle, and Life-Sized Meme. Catch this one while you can, one weekend only. Final three performances are tonight, Friday, March 23 at 7:30pm, and two shows on Saturday, March 24th, 2:30pm and 7:30pm, at the Phoenix Theater. (Oh, and if you walk in a little late and there’s some Bollywood-inspired improv comedy going on, don’t worry, you’re in the right place. Life-Sized Meme called in Bollyprov to be an opening act.)
4.5 stars - Very Highly Recommended
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Best Theater I Saw in 2017: For What It’s Worth
Four of those were things I wrote for, so we’ll set those aside (of course I enjoyed them, and of course I didn’t review them). For the curious, they were short scripts for the Create A Play On The Bus element of the Vehicle of Expression, part of the Art Shanty Projects, alongside scripts from Charles Campbell, Emily Gastineau and Billy Mullaney; also one of the competing monologues for Little Lifeboats’ Monologue Madness event; my play This Isn’t A Horror Story was tapped to be part of the William Inge Theater Festival; and a scene from my play TV Boyfriend got the Off Book treatment at HUGE improv theater.
Another 13 of those performances were play readings I saw as part of the William Inge Theater Festival down in Independence, Kansas (including a staged reading of a fantastic Lauren Gunderson play called Ada And The Engine). Another 16 of those I saw but didn’t review for a variety of reasons - most of them were performances at the Guthrie Theater as part of my second part-time day job in their box office (if I reviewed those, I’d either look like a suck-up or like I was biting the hand the helped feed me).
So of the remaining 54 I actually did review, the quality came in very much on the positive side. 45 of them ranked at 4 out of 5 stars or higher, only 9 were 3.5 stars or lower. If I’m holding myself to just ten to highlight, these are the ones that shake out at the top:
1. Sing To Me Now - Little Lifeboats - an amazing new play I wish more people saw (review)
2. The Assassination of the Archduke of Austria-Hungary Franz Ferdinand - Sheep Theater - thinking about this new play still kind of blows my mind; I hope to hell they revive it soon (review)
3. Citizen: An American Lyric - Frank Theatre - wonderful, heartbreaking and inspiring (review)
4. 365 Days/365 Plays: A 2017 Remix - Full Circle Theater - a stunning debut for a new company (review)
5. The Nether - Jungle Theater - mind-boggling, creepy and deeply moving (review)
6. Revolt. She Said. Revolt Again. - Frank Theatre - subversive, hilarious, liberating - if after 29 years, you don’t have Frank Theatre on your schedule, you’re really missing something (review)
7. The Good Boy and The Kid - Sheep Theater - a new play about professional wrestling has no business being this good, and yet it is - Sheep Theater may be new, but they’re a group you should be following (review)
8. The Baltimore Waltz - Theatre Coup d’Etat - a play that has become surprisingly timeless (review)
9. Fool For Love - Dark and Stormy Productions - another modern classic granted new life with an intimate staging (review)
10. The Whipping Man - Minnesota Jewish Theatre - a fairly recent play with an old-school feel to it (review)
I also should give a shout-out to two Guthrie Theater productions, The Bluest Eye, and Watch On The Rhine, which used the theater’s ample resources to stage two vivid and compelling stories. Also, the following other productions didn’t make the top 10 list above, but they were the only other shows to rank five stars from me this year - alphabetically by title, they are: The Abominables (Children’s Theatre Company), Anna In The Tropics (Jungle Theater), Hamlet (Park Square Theatre), Little Wars (Prime Productions), Lone Star Spirits (Jungle Theater), and Momentum: New Dance Works Festival, part 1
And an honorable mention to the Jungle Theater’s Fly By Night which, though it had elements that bugged me, did have the added bonus of introducing me to the music of Chris Koza and Rogue Valley (with which I am currently obsessed), and thus also a peek into the world of live music in the Twin Cities (I’ve seen the man play since at the Icehouse, the Turf Club, the North Garden Theater, the Cedar Cultural Center, and because we happened to be on the east coast at the same time, the Ram’s Head Tavern down in Annapolis.)
In addition to the theaters listed above, there are number of others who crossed my path this year and provided a lot of entertainment and food for thought, so thanks, too, to Bucket Brigade, Chameleon Theatre Circle, Classical Actors Ensemble, Fortune’s Fool Productions, Gadfly Theatre Productions, Girl Friday Productions, Green T Productions, HUGE improv theater, Illusion Theater, Matchbox Theater, Mission Theatre Company, Mosaic Productions, Nimbus Theatre, 9x22, Sandbox Theatre, Savage Umbrella, 7th House Theater, Swandive Theatre, Theatre Pro Rata, Theatre Unbound, Trademark Theater, Transatlantic Love Affair, 20% Theatre Company, Uprising Theatre, Walking Shadow, W.A.R. Theater, Wayward Theatre Company, and Youth Performance Company. (Phew!)
At the Minnesota Fringe Festival, I saw 56 performances (two of the shows I saw more than once, so it ended up being 53 different productions.) It was another really good year for Fringe as well. When the dust settled, 22 of the 53 shows I saw ranked five stars. 14 nabbed 4.5 stars, and another seven got 4 stars. Only 10 of the shows ranked 3.5 stars or less in my opinion. Here’s the ten of the five star shows that ranked highest for me:
1. Out of the Shadows - unconventional dance show I saw three times, so… (review)
2. Odd Man Out - a perfect Fringe condensation of a powerful new play (review)
3. Boombox - a last minute entry that deservedly took the festival by storm (review)
4. The Wright Stuff, or You’ll Believe They Can Fly - Carson/Kraft and their comedy co-conspirators hit another home run (review)
5. Spec - Ben San Del enters the world of speculative fiction with a bang (review)
6. Blackout Improv - a Fringe version of their wildly popular monthly show (review)
7. Not Quite: Asian American by Law, Asian Woman by Desire - compelling one-woman show about what it means to be an alien as well as a citizen (review)
8. A Resister's Handbook (for holding onto optimism in shitty times) - just like the title says, and just what we need (review)
9. It's About Love Again This Year - enchanting, whimsical dance ensemble piece that sticks with you long after it’s done (review)
10. A Pickle - perfect combo of playwright (Deborah Yarchun), actress (Angela Timberman) and story (the Pickle Lady who took on the Minnesota State Fair on behalf of kosher pickles) (review)
The other five star shows that nearly made the top ten list are (alphabetically): Banana Wars, Dungeon, Fool's Paradise, Fruit Flies Like A Banana: World Tour, Good Kids, The Memory Box of the Sisters Fox, The Mysterious Old Radio Listening Society, Sevlin and Devlin Presents: Seven Evans In Heaven, Skirmish of Wit: Your Imaginary Forces, Spy In The House of Men: A One-Woman Show With Balls, Stranger-er Things: Netflix and KILL, and Themselves They Made Immaculate: Clara Barton at Andersonville. (The other show I saw more than once: Atlas Dynamo’s Burnt Offerings - because I sat in with my guitar and played a song with them on the second showing.)
A lot to be thankful for in the year just past, and a lot of strong companies old and new doing great work, so there’s also much to look forward to in the year ahead. And I’m sure the random chance of the Fringe lottery will serve up another combo of veterans and unknowns to dazzle us as well. Happy 2018, everyone!
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