Monday, March 4, 2024

Fatherland (review)

Spoilers ahoy! 


 The whole idea behind the new show at the Fountain Theatre is one of vast promise.  Conceived and directed by Stephen Sachs, and titled Fatherland, it recounts a true story using nothing but court records and public statements.  It focuses upon a Son (Patrick Keleher) who feels the need to turn in his own Father (Ron Bottitta) to the FBI for taking part in the January 6 Insurrection.  

No one needs to guess at the amount of drama inherent in this.  A fear lingered, that the play would just be a polemic, preaching to me for things I already knew or agreed with, or simply giving me some extra data regarding this bit of recent history.

But my fear of just getting a lecture proved totally unfounded.  The focus here remained utterly and precisely on the human and humane parts of this tragedy.  Imagine the personal devastation of such a thing.  We're not talking about someone who belonged to the KKK, promoting conspiracy theories 24/7, and/or taking his family to some kind of survivalist cult camp flying a red, white, and blue swastika.  Just as that stereotype does not fit the vast majority of those screaming "Stop The Steal" and treating a con-man who inherited millions as some kind of messiah/genius.  

No, this man and his son (the performances are nothing less than stellar) are people who reacted to a downturn in their lives with very different ways.  We see the human trajectory take place, to mutually tragic ends as each hold on to a world view that makes demands on them.  Each meet those demands--and it rips both of them open, down to the bone and soul.  We see the love they have for each other, even as things spiral beyond any point of no return.  

Except, "no return" does not mean eternal schism, does not preclude healing and forgiveness.  What happens on stage proves genuinely horrible, recreated unflinchingly by the entire cast including those playing the US Attorney (Anna Khaja) prosecuting the case against the Father, and the Defense Attorney (Larry Poindexter) who deftly does his duty to defend his client by emotionally eviscerating the man's Son on the witness stand.  Yet, again, in the end we don't see anyone as a monster.  Everyone does their duty as they see it.  The play has a point of view, one with which I personally heartily agree, but instead of hammer those ideas into our heads, instead it invites us to feel the wounds as every person on stage hurts someone else.  Because they have to.  

Fatherland is currently scheduled to play Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm, Sundays at 2pm until March 30, 2024.  However, I spoke to members of the amazing cast and learned the show will almost certainly be extended.  Note:  It has been extended, to May 26, 2024!  Performances take place at the Fountain Theatre at 5060 Fountain Ave. (at Normandie)  Los Angeles CA 90029

Friday, March 1, 2024

Sweeney Todd 2024 (review)


Spoilers ahoy!  

This marks the sixth production I have seen of what is arguably Stephen Sondheim's most gothic work--an eerie, strangely funny, and nearly always very beautiful musical/operetta about a figure from the cheapest of Victorian literature forms--the "penny dreadful."

Based on an adaptation by Christopher Bond that gave a motive to the "Demon Barber of Fleet Street" Sweeney Todd allows productions to really go to down.  So many rich characters!  So many ways to make this weird almost steampunk nightmare can be brought on stage!

Yet, strangely, most productions seek to copy either the movie or some other already popular production.  One of the many, many reasons I loved A Noise Within's current version is how much they avoided that.  In fact, several times I was absolutely startled!  A slightly rare and often delightful event in seeing a show I know so well.

The basic plot is almost simple.  Todd (Geoff Elliott) arrives in early Victorian London with a sailor named Anthony (James Everts), but is filled with rage and loathing towards the city.  He goes and finds Mrs. Lovett (Cassandra Marie Murphy), who runs a meat pie shop under an old flat no one will rent because people say it is haunted.  It turns out something happened there years and years ago--when Todd was a happily married barber with a beautiful wife and infant daughter, transported to penal servitude for life by one Judge Turpin (Jeremy Robb) who lusted after Todd's wife.  His accomplice in all this was his Beadle (Harrison White).

Todd's frustrations lead to a solemn and insane declaration of how "WE  ALL DESERVE TO DIE!"  He becomes what we could call a serial killer, with Mrs. Lovett insisting they use his victims as a source of meat for her pies.  The last notion becomes one of the most iconic and funny songs in musical history.

Amid all of this Anthony becomes the love interest of Johanna (Joanna A. Jones), Todd's daughter and Judge Turpin's now-ward.  Another barber named Pirelli (Kasey Mahaffy), a street urchin named Toby (Josey Montana McCoy), and mad Beggar Woman (Amber Liekhus) all weave their way into this story, under the direction of Julia Rodriguez-Elliott.  It all makes for macabre comedy and tragedy at the same time, a little bit of grand guignol blended with Charles Dickens and sprinkled with some George Bernard Shaw.  

While it is not perfect--there are a few nuances that struck a wrong note for me, but in questioning other audience members no one else seemed bothered, so I'm not describing them is worthwhile.  I'd rather discuss what was new and delightfully different--like the sexual tension between Mrs. Lovett and Toby, the way Todd himself came across as a total psychopath (which to be honest took a little of the passion away from the tale), the chorus members feeling as if they are individuals in this dark world, the extraordinary staging of many set pieces (not least the murders as well as the oven).  

Performances of Sweeney Todd take place February 17 through March 17 on Thursdays at 7:30 p.m.; Fridays at 8 p.m.; Saturdays at 2 p.m. and 8 p.m.; and Sundays at 2 p.m.  A Noise Within is located at 3352 E Foothill Blvd., Pasadena, CA 91107


Monday, February 12, 2024

Betrayal (review)


Spoilers ahoy!

Harold Pinter won the Nobel Prize in literature, which is way impressive.  As a writer he managed to write silences into his plays which were filled with meaning, and forced actors to plumb the text for meanings by having them say the same lines several times.  It makes for quite a challenge--one met magnificently by the latest production of Betrayal by Santa Monica's CityGarage.

Frankly, been looking forward to this ever since they announced it on the schedule and even more when I read the cast.

Essentially, the play tells the story of an affair.  Emma (Angela Beyer) is married to book publisher Robert (David E. Frank) but had/has had a long term affair with his best friend Jerry (Troy Dunn).  If this sounds a little too straightforward, even mundane for Pinter, never you worry.  What follows is a sometimes scorching, sometimes hilarious, always intriguing exploration of human relations.  Aiding in all this is how the scenes generally (but not quite always) proceed in reverse chronological order, namely starting with a meeting years after the affair has ended and ending with the scene in which that new relationship was truly born.  Helping all this is a a character known simply as the Waiter (Gifford Irving) who wanders around the scenes in which his character does not appear simply to tell the audience when what follows happens.

This last is a tiny addition from director Frederique Michel.  Personally, even though I understood the chronology (did the role of Waiter at my University), this helped me keep track.

But what really grabs our attention and hearts are the performances.  Again, Pinter masterfully forces actors to examine what the words coming out of their mouths really mean.  In the hands of these actors, the results often astound.  The meaning of the word "squash" for example changes dramatically as events proceed.  All too often current styles of acting consist of treating lines casually--which in theatre at least nearly always turns out to be a dreadful error.  In Betrayal every word matters, and given its author so too nearly every single silence, i.e. the words not said.  Maybe never even considered for speaking.  

One result of this is a constant state of surprise.  Predicting what is about to happen simply doesn't work.  Oh, we know some of the results already.  The play began at the ending after all!  But the play isn't about the plot, but about the human relationships--the thousand thousand tiny moments, the words said or stammered or whispered or spat.  Every question asked, and answered (or not) assumes enormous weight--the weight of lives and hopes and disappointments.  Even the tiny, meaningless lies.  Or the tiny, seemingly meaningless details.  Whose kitchen was it when Jerry did that thing?  Where did Robert go in Venice, and how?  When did Emma tell her husband that secret?  

Trivial and momentous at the same time and for the same reason.

Betrayal plays Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm and Sundays at 4pm until March 17, 2024 at Bergamot T1 Space, 2525 Michigan Ave, Santa Monica, CA 90404.


Monday, January 1, 2024

Best of 2023

 

Happy New Year!

Behold my list of the best half dozen plays I reviewed in 2023.  Usually this list is longer, but honestly I've been going through a lot this year.  Lost my twin brother.  Had a series of teeth removed.  Had to help a friend move to Las Vegas.  And directed a ten minute play for Fierce Backbone's Think and Imagine Festival.  Plus...well, a lot of things.  Good and bad.  Horrific and glorious.  Yeah, I watch the news.

Twelfth Night (Burlesque) is honestly the single best version of my favorite Shakespeare comedy I've seen.  Joins my favorites from the Bard here in LA such as Measure for Measure, Othello, Romeo and Juliet, and The Tempest as well as Macbeth.  

Things to Avoid at a Eulogy was written by a friend of mine, and is that rather rare beast of a perfect two hander, i.e. there are only two characters for the entire play (unless you count the dead cat, which I reluctantly do not).  A trip through a brief, loving friendship.

The Lifespan of a Fact proves one of the most compelling plays I've seen in a long while.  Have very rarely been disappointed at the Fountain.  In this case, we confront the issue of TRUTH with it many tricky facets but also the difference between truth and facts.

Everything Starts Like a Knock on the Door was a one of a series of immersive telephone calls from my friend Stepy Kamei, this one about yet another of her great obsessions--people remembered for their deaths, rather than celebrated for their lives.

Turn of the Screw is rightfully a gothic classic, and when nailed is amazing amid its ambiguities and harsh realities.  One of the amazing things about live theatre is to see this entire story done with only two actors!

Ghost Land was written by a Ukrainian playwright and City Garage put it on with a thunderclap to the soul.  When the revelation comes of what we've been watching it shook me.  Absolutely glorious.