Saturday, July 30, 2011
HELLO DOLLY, a love affair between Terri Kent and the audience
It was obvious from the pre-performance speech by the iridescent Maryann Black, to the shouting cheer for Terri Kent’s entrance on stage as Dolly Levi, to the rousing curtain call, that the open night audience was there to pay tribute to the long time Artistic Director of the Porthouse theatre. No matter her near laryngitis from extensive rehearsals, the throng loved her.
Kent, returning to the stage after a thirteen year hiatus, portrayed Dolly Gallagher Levi, as the scheming, irascible matchmaker. The role is the signature piece of the ageless Carol Channing and was also a character made famous by Barbara Streisand in the film version of the show.
HELLO DOLLY!, which has lyrics and music by Jerry Herman and a book by Michael Stewart, is based on Thornton Wilder's THE MERCHANT OF YONKERS, which Wilder revised and retitled THE MATCHMAKER.
The musical was first produced in 1964, winning the Tony Award for Best Musical. It was also made into a 1969 film that was nominated for seven Academy Awards.
Interestingly, though most think of Carol Channing as Dolly Levi, the role was originally written for Ethel Merman, who decided not to do the part. Dolly was offered to Mary Martin, who also declined. Eventually, Channing was hired and made the role not only hers for life, but made the show an international hit.
The story centers on a meddlesome widow who, out of need for money, and her natural exuberance for controlling others and searching for a satisfying life, turns matchmaker, striving to bring romance to others as well as herself.
The memorable score includes such hits as It Takes a Woman, Put on Your Sunday Clothes, Before the Parade Passes By, Elegance, It Only Takes a Moment and the title song, Hello Dolly.
Porthouse’s production, under the direction of Victoria Bussert, is enjoyable, with many highs and some okays.
John Crawford’s choreography is creative, though maybe a stretch for some of his dancers, some of whom had difficulty with the lifts and timing. Jonathan Swoboda’s musical directing is on key, staying under the spoken and sung words, thus not obliterating the words. Most of the vocal blendings were good.
Scenic Designer Nolan O’Dell did the cast a disservice by creating a set that was too far downstage, giving little room to move freely and forcing dancers and actors to continually watch carefully as they walked up and down platforms, thus causing the performers to break concentration while trying to avoid tripping. His choice of bland paint colors for this vivid show is also questionable.
Judith’s costumes were era correct. But, watching the actors sweating profusely in the heavy costumes, on the very hot night, was a little uncomfortable.
Kent was delightful in her portrayal of Dolly. Chuck Richie, as Horace Vandergelder, the focus of Dolly’s husband interest, was excellent in the role. He displayed just enough huff and puff and underbelly vulnerability.
Eric van Baars did what he does best, mugging and having one heck of a good time as Cornelius Hackl, the 33-year old (oh, come now!) boyish clerk in Vandergelder’s store. Jason Leupold was delightful as Barnaby, Cornelius’s sidekick. Jessica Cope was charming as Irene Molloy, Vandergelder’s intended who winds up with Cornelius. Rebecca Wolfe was adorable as Minnie Fay, Irene’s shop assistant.
Highlight numbers included: Dancing, Hello Dolly, It Only Takes a Moment and Put on Your Sunday Clothes.
CAPSULE JUDGMENT: The sold out opening night audience got what they came for—cheering the return to the stage of the charming Terri Kent, and, incidentally, seeing a nice evening of musical theatre!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
THE GRAND HOTEL at Mercury Summerstock
GRAND HOTEL, whose 1989 production had a healthy run on Broadway, is the kind of show that seems dated and tired, even with an enthusiastic production.
Based on the 1929 Vicki Baum novel and play, Menschen im Hotel (people in a hotel), and the 1932 MGM feature film, the musical focuses on events taking place over the course of a weekend in an elegant 1928 Berlin hotel.
The story line centers on an overlapping view of various hotel guests. Included are an ill Jewish bookkeeper who is originally the victim of anti-Semitism, but finally is given a room; a temperamental past-her-prime ballerina who becomes involved in a cougar-cub relationship with a destitute Baron who is in deep debt and is being threatened with death; a lying businessman; and a typist who dreams of a career in Hollywood.
The book/music and lyrics are by Luther David, Robert Wright and George Forrest, with additional music and lyrics by Maury Yeston. Never heard of them? Well, you probably haven’t heard of most of the music from the show either. Titles include: Fire and Ice, Villa on a Hill, I Want to Go to Hollywood, Love Can’t Happen, and You Bring New Light. Not exactly stuff that populates your I-pod.
The Mercury cast puts out full effort. Pierre-Jacques Brault’s direction is creative and much of the singing is on key. Brault’s choreography well fits the music and is nicely done, especially considering the tiny stage space he has to work with. Keeping the entire cast on stage so they flow in and out of scenes was a nice touch. The problem is a script and the score. They just don’t go any place, don’t light up the stage, lack being memorable.
Brian Marshall is a combination Groucho Marx and Charlie Chaplin as Otto Kringelein, the ill put-upon Jewish bookkeeper. (Michael Jeter won several awards for the role the original Broadway production.) Marshall has some fine moments, especially in At the Grand Hotel.
Nate Huntley does an acceptable job of acting the role of Baron Von Gaigern, but has difficulty with the higher register singing.
Amiee Collier (Raffaela), Holly Feiler (Elizaveta Grushinskaya) , Emily Grodzik (Flemmchen) all create consistent characterizations. Collier’s What She Needs and Grodzik’s I Want to Go to Hollywood were show highlights. Jonathan Ramos does a nice vocal singing You Bring New Light.
The show runs without intermission.
CAPSULE JUDGEMENT: Mercury’s production is an acceptable evening of theatre, but GRAND HOTEL is one of those musicals that makes you wonder
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
ROCKIN’ SUMMER: Verb Ballets at Cain Park
It was a hot night in the open-air Cain Park Evans theatre. On stage was Verb Ballets performing a program with a world premiere by a former Cleveland School of the Arts dancer/choreographer and a duo of company premiers.
CONTIUUM, choreographed by Antonio Brown, with a Remix of music by Brown, featured mood setting lighting by Trad Burns.
The piece, whose movements well fit the changing moods of the sounds, was the highlight of the evening. Filled with energetic movements, the dancers performed with confidence and discipline. The creation was a moving collage of weaving bodies, aerobic dynamics, flowing arms, contrasting forms and visual energy.
Brown not only created a strong piece, but obviously found a way to work with the company’s many new, as well as the experienced dancers. Bravo Antonio, we want to see more of your work!
SONG WITHOUT WORDS is choreographer Heinz poll’s tribute to those lost in the Holocaust. It was performed to the live playing of pianist David Fisher, who performed for years with the Ohio Ballet under Poll. Fisher created the music’s arrangement.
The story ballet, was enhanced by dark mood lighting, highlighted by the darkening skies which could be seen over the black backdrop in front of a line of the park’s shimmering trees.
Poll’s purposeful choreography showed the strife of those who became victims of the Nazis. Poll based the story on the poem Butterfly by Czech poet, Pavel Friedman who spent much of the war in Thereisenstadt where the poem was found after the war. He died after being transferred to Aushwitz. The poem ends with the poignant line, “That butterfly was the last one. Butterflies don't live in here, in the ghetto.”
Though there was a lack of cohesion in several parts, an excellent duet by Brian Murphy and Stephanie Krise, some strong dancing by Rebecca Nicklos and Kara Madden, a nice trio by Katie Gnagy, Jason Wang and Danielle Brickman, and an angst filled solo by Jarrod Sickles, were the piece’s highlights.
The unspecific costumes didn’t visually set the mood nor identify the people. If these were Jews, why no yarmulkes, tizzies or the required gold stars of David?
The opening number, JANIS & JOE, a 2011-2012 company premiere, was ragged. The ballet, as choreographed by Christopher Fleming, seemed under rehearsed, with many tenuous movements, poor corps timing, and some weak partnering. Maybe all the new male dancers, and the inclusion of a group of youngsters, was just too much to coordinate, but, this was a disappointing and underwhelming performance.
Capsule judgement: Verb Ballets’ ROCKIN’ SUMMER was an uneven evening of dance. The performance’s highlight was CONTINUUM, choreographed by Cleveland School for the Arts’ graduate Antonio Brown.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
The Stratford Shakespeare Festival of Canada is in full production
The Stratford Festival of Canada, located in Stratford, Ontario, is waiting for you! Great theatre, good food, and nice scenery.
My reactions to the plays I saw were:
Superb, totally involving THE LITTLE YEARS
Every once in a while a play and production so captures the imagination, and is so emotionally moving, that it deserves the designation of “superb,” in a class of its own. Stratford’s THE LITTLE YEARS is such a play and production.
In his masterfully written script, John Mighton examines how life’s circumstances, societal attitudes, and our significant others affect our psyche. The author rightly describes his creation as being, “about lost opportunities and lost potential.”
Kate, a math and science prodigy, is persuaded by her mother and teachers that her ambitions and perspectives are unrealistic for a young woman in 1950. Her brother William, however, is celebrated and nurtured for his genius.
As we watch, a transition of twenty years takes place and we experience the horrific effects of the decisions made. Kate is a self and other outcast, William’s star has burst. She puts her thoughts and feelings into a set of diaries, which when later found and read, brings about dramatic changes in the lives of both Kate and William’s daughter.
This is a poignant chronicle of a meaningful life unlived, but allows for a potential bright future for another person because the life was lived in the way that it was.
The festival’s production, under the laser focused direction of Chris Abraham, is compelling. Abraham has taken Mighton’s words and created one of the finest pieces of theatre I’ve ever seen. Irene Poole is mesmerizing as Kate. This is an award winning performance. The rest of the cast works as a focused unit to bring about an ending that brought tears and cheers from the audience.
Capsule judgement: The Festival’s THE LITTLE YEARS is an amazing accomplishment. It is an absolute must see. I seldom give a play a standing ovation. At the conclusion of the production I was on my feet screaming as soon as I was able to get my emotions under control.
TWELFTH NIGHT delights
Twelfth Night is a romantic comedy. Despite the fact that the play offers a happy ending, in which the various lovers find one another and achieve bliss, Shakespeare shows that love can cause pain.
The play, which has been called, “one of Shakespeare’s transvestite comedies,” contains plot ideas which include that the clear lines of gender are uncertain and ambition is folly.
Like many of Shakespeare's comedies, this one centers on mistaken identity. The leading character, Viola, is shipwrecked on the shores of Illyria during the opening scene. She loses contact with her twin brother, Sebastian, whom she believes to be dead. And thus the elements are set for love, comedy and fun.
Des McAnuff’s directing is focused. The cast is outstanding, the timing wonderful, the visual and special effects attractive, the sets add to the production, and Michael Roth and Des McAnuff’s musical interludes are wonderful. Tom Rooney shines as Malvolio, Cara Ricketts is wonderful as Maria, and Stephen Ouimette steals the show as Sir Andrew Aguecheek.
Capsule judgement: TWELFTH NIGHT is a delightful production which nicely holds the audience’s attention.
The un-MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR
It’s pretty bad when the best part of a theatrical production is the intermission.
This is the sixth time that the Festival has produced THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. In the past lives, the productions have been called fun, even giddy. Unfortunately, that’s not the case with the present poorly directed, poorly paced, mainly humorless production.
Merry Wives looks at life in sixteenth century Italy. Sir John Falstaff arrives in Windsor very short on money. He decides to court two wealthy married women, Mistress Ford and Mistress Page. Through a series of fanciful incidents, Falstaff finds himself in a clothing hamper, thrown into the Thames, and generally disgraced. Duels, threats, sexual innuendoes, sarcasm, and rejection open the door for potential delight.
Unfortunately, in the misguided hands of director Frank Galati, the script falls flat. Geraint Wyn Davies is not funny as Falstaff. Nigel Bennett can’t be understood as Doctor Calius. Janet Wright develops no characterization as Mistress Quickly. And, that’s only the tip of the complaints.
As someone in the audience said at intermission, “This is the unfunniest funny play I’ve ever seen.” His companion said, “Let’s get some wine, maybe that will make the second act better.”
Capsule judgement: THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR is a poorly conceived production that is not only boring, but close to embarassing!
TITUS ANDRONICUS…a compelling horror of revenge
In this age of racial, cultural and religious conflicts, civil incivility, and political intractability, it seems only proper that the Festival showcases a horror play about the folly of revenge.
TITUS ANDRONICUS is one of Shakespeare’s least produced shows. It is no wonder. Featuring rape, severing of hands and a tongue, torture, beheadings, rape, vile verbal outbursts, a live burial, cannibalism, and mass murders, this is not a play for the weak of stomach. It is a nonstop tale of abominations.
The play is set during the latter days of the Roman Empire, and tells the fictional story of Titus Andronicus, a general who returns from years of war as a conquering hero, but with only four out of twenty-five sons still alive. He has captured Tamora, Queen of the Goths, her three sons, and Aaron the Moor. In compliance with Roman rituals, Andronicus kills Tomora’s eldest son to avenge the death his own fallen children. This act earns him Tamora's promise of revenge. Thus the path is etched for the ensuing blood bath.
The production, under the focused directing of Darko Tresnjak holds back nothing. Performed in a thrust stage with the audience close to the action, almost too close as every vivid detail jumps out, the action is visually and emotionally startling.
The cast is universally strong, with John Vickery totally believable as Titus, the beautiful Amanda Lisman heartbreaking as his raped and disfigured daughter Lavinia, Claire Lautler, properly hellish as Tomara and Dion Johnstone evil incarnate as Aaron.
Capsule judgement: Filled with visually repulsive action TITUS ANDRONICUS is a repugnant lesson about revenge that is not an easy sit in spite of getting a transfixing production.
CAMELOT, a perfect place, a perfect time, a perfect love story!
Allan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe often center their musical plays on finding the perfect place, time and love story. What could be a better place than Camelot, (“in short, there’s simply not a more congenial spot for happ’ly ever-aftering”); the era of King Arthur and his “might for right” round table of knights; and the love of Arthur and Guenevere (or is it Guenevere and Lancelot?)?
The fantasy has wonderful music: I Wonder What the King is Doing Tonight?, The Simple Joys of Maidenhood, How to Handle a Woman, What Do The Simple Folks Do?, I Love You in Silence, and the theme song.
The sets, costumes, lighting, music, and performances are all top notch. Director Gary Griffin’s directing is traditional, but effective, and the choreography is in keeping with the music and the time period.
Geraint Wyn Davies makes for a picture perfect King Arthur. Kaylee Harwood is radiant as Guenevere. Her voice is lovely and she is totally believable in the role. Jonathan Winsby is handsome and sings and acts the role of Lancelot well, but he just doesn’t have the physicality needed for the role.
Capsule judgement: “Don’t let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.” Right now that place is Stratford’s Shakespeare Festival where the show is getting a fine production.
I did not get to see JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR. Sources I trust raved about it.
Hotels, motels and bed and breakfasts abound. I like Avery House, 330 Ontario Street (800-510-8813) where Sue makes wonderful breakfasts and Judy is Mrs. Clean! Park your car and walk everywhere.
Hungry? For moderate cost and high quality, try The Annex Cafe (38 Albert Street) and Simply Fish and Chips With a Twist (118 Downie Street), which subscribes to the Ocean Wise program for fish stability.
My wife can’t get out of the Touchmark Shop (137 Ontario Street), which was awarded the Chamber of Commerce 2010 Excellence Award, without bags full of original Canadian clothes and jewelry.
Packages can be arranged by Stratford Escapes (theatrevacations.com), is an efficient way to make reservations. For individual tickets call 800-567-1600 or go on-line to www.stratfordfestival.ca.
Go to Stratford, Canada! Find out what lovely hosts Canadians are, and see some great theatre!
Friday, July 22, 2011
THE SHAW FESTIVAL quality theatre in a lovely setting
The Shaw Festival, which is located in Niagara-on-the-Lake, Canada is celebrating its 50th season. The “most beautiful city in Canada” is in full bloom.
Here are my reactions to the shows I saw. There are others which I couldn’t fit into my schedule.
Marvelous MY FAIR LADY
It is only appropriate for The Shaw to stage a production of MY FAIR LADY for it is based on PYGMALION, which was written by the Festival’s namesake. With memorable music by Frederick Loewe and vivid lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner, the show is generally regarded as one of musical theatre’s greats.
My Fair Lady centers on Eliza Doolittle and her quest to become a proper lady under the tyrannical tutelage of Henry Higgins, a phoneticist, who, like Shaw himself, believed that one’s class in society was determined by the language one spoke and how it was spoken. Of course, as is the case with most Shaw plots, the British educational system, politics, and class system all come under attack.
The score includes such memorable songs as With a Little Bit of Luck, I Could Have Danced all Night, On the Street Where You Live, Get Me to the Church on Time, and I’ve Grown Accustomed to Your Face.
The musical opened to unanimously glowing reviews, one of which said “Don't bother reading this review now. You'd better sit right down and send for those tickets.” My review of the Shaw production would have said the same thing if the lines hadn’t been used already.
With one exception, the production, under the creative and watchful eye of Molly Smith, is marvelous. Wouldn’t It Be Loverly if all musicals had such a score, lyrics, book and production quality!
The choreography, set design, musical sounds, lighting, and chorus blends are all spot on. Only the costumes, specifically the Ascot scene, were off hue. Instead of stuffy, prim and proper British, we were instead confronted by reggae Mardi Gras garish colors and patterns.
Benedict Campbell makes Higgins all his. No Rex Harrison imitation here. He has a tender underside to his cantankerous outer self. And this is a Higgins who sings, rather than talks the songs. Deborah Hay, though not the visual image of the traditional Eliza, sings, acts and creates a feisty cockney who becomes a believable fine lady. Patrick Galligan (Pickering) makes for a perfect contrast to the erupting Higgins, and Neil Barclay is a hoot as Liza’s free-will father. The rest of the cast is of equal quality.
Capsule judgement: A message to The Shaw: “You Did It,” you created a MY FAIR LADY that is memorable and will delight audiences who, “With a Little Bit of Luck,” will be traipsing “On the Street Where You Live.”
THE PRESIDENT, delightful satirical mockery of the business world
What does a person do when you are a British guardian of a young heiress and she announces her secret marriage to a communist taxi driver shortly before her parents arrive for a visit? If you are the all powerful president of a large bank, you totally remake the bloke. You dress him in the finest clothes, give him a high position in the bank, and provide him with lots of money. In other words, create an egomaniac with new found power and wealth.
THE PRESIDENT, Ferenc Molnár's comedy, which was a hit in the Shaw Festival's 2008 season, has returned with many of the original cast, including the delightful Lorne Kennedy as the bank president.
How Kennedy remembers, let alone perfectly orally machine gun fires all of his lines, is amazing. The rest of the cast is up for the rollicking happenings.
Capsule judgement: THE PRESIDENT is an hour of total hilarity and a must see!
THE ADMIRABLE CRICHTON---a slight pastiche
Though he wrote many plays and other pieces of literature, J. M. Barrie is probably best known as the author of PETER PAN. The ADMIRABLE CRICHTON, one of his fantasies, is Barrie's slight satirical jab at class consciousness.
Although the play deals with serious issues, it is so mild in its rebuke, doing little to seriously advance the cause of changing the social structure of England. As a play it is a slight piece of pastiche, neither compelling attention nor gaining much laughter. It’s G. B. Shaw lite!
The story centers on William Crichton, an efficient butler in the London household of the Earl of Loam and his family. Though Crichton is the true master of the household, he knows his place, honoring the structure of the highly regulated social structure of late-nineteenth century England.
On a trip to the South Seas, on the Earl's yacht, the family and its servants are shipwrecked. They are marooned on an island, and only Crichton has the skills and resourcefulness to keep everyone alive. Within a few months, the social order has been reversed with Crichton taking control, while his former employers become his willing servants. Eventually they are rescued, return to London, and the master-servant status quo is restored. The moral of the tale is questionable, and that’s the major problem with the script.
The Shaw production is pleasant. The acting is efficient, though Steven Sutcliffe (Crichton) could have been a little more pompous in the earlier scenes thus making his transition to the “guv” more ironic.
There are clever bits with various animals leading the audience through song and dance through the tale. The highlight of the production is the rollicking curtain call.
Capsule judgement: Shaw’s THE ADMIRABLE CRICHTON is a pleasant evening of theatre which says little to modern day audiences. It’s the kind of theatrical experience that fifteen minutes after its over, you’ll forget you saw it.
ON THE ROCKS rocks politics
ON THE ROCKS, G. B. Shaw’s rarely performed political comedy, finds a Prime Minister in the grips of economic forces that are beyond his human control and, because of his caring concern, is heading for a personal emotional collapse. His views are out of sorts with the conservatives who are an integral part of his coalition cabinet. He goes on a self-imposed retreat. On his return, refreshed and invigorated, he embarks on a wholesale liberal agenda of nationalization, with jarring consequences.
Watching this play, a U.S. citizen can only make an immediate transfer to the present governmental stalemate. With a few minutes of time, a writer could change the names of the players, substitute Obama and Boehner, and make the first act of ON THE ROCKS into a reflection of the inside of the Beltway’s ridiculous goings on.
As is often the case with Shaw, he argues that English politics does not bear thinking about; and since democracy is a myth, it would be better to embrace Fascism and dictatorship wholeheartedly.
One of the show’s major criticisms is that the characters mainly sit around and talk. But they also scream, pontificate and clearly illustrate the folly of politics. The second act gets bogged down with Shaw’s obsession with communism, based on the fact that he had recently returned from a trip to Russia, where he developed a love-affair with the Soviet system.
The prime minister role is well played by Peter Krantz and Steven Sutcliffe is dogmatically scary as Sir Dexter Rightside, the conservative minister. They are surrounded by an excellent cast.
Capsule judgement: Though it is well done, ON THE ROCKS will be of interest to a select few….political junkies and Shavians.
CANDIDA delights as a woman reigns supreme
George Bernard Shaw was a man of convictions. He strongly expresses his views of the Victorian notions of love and marriage and the role, power and intelligence of women, in his delightful and well-crafted CANDIDA.
This is the story of Candida, the wife of a Christian Socialist clergyman, who is adored by his parishioners and is the constant guest speaker at political functions. Candida returns home briefly from a trip to London with Eugene, a teenage romantic poet who is not only in love with her, but wants to rescue her from what he presumes to be her dull life. Ultimately, Candida must choose between the two men and, in a typical Shaw speech, selects the "weaker of the two." During the dialogue Shaw weaves his political and sociological attitudes.
Clair Jullien is charming as Candida, Nigel Shawn Williams is excellent as The Reverend, but it is Wade Bogert-O’Brien who steals the show as Eugene. His is role which could easily become farcical, thus ruining the meaning of the play. Bogert-O’Brien textures the characterization, drawing a clear line between smitten love and the out-of-control feelings of a hysterical, hormone driven teen.
Capsule judgement: CANDIDA is a meaningful script that gets a delightful production at The Shaw. Go see Wade Bogert-O’Brien weave his boyish angst.
HEARTBREAK HOUSE, a very long sit!
On the eve of World War I, Ellie Dunn, her father, and her fiancé are invited to one of Hesione Hushabye’s infamous dinner parties. Unfortunately, her fiancé is a scoundrel, her father is well meaning but ineffectual, and she’s actually in love with Hesione’s husband.
Shaw’s HEARTBREAK HOUSE is a dream play, a mystery, a fantasy and a puzzlement, which contains inane and seemingly insane banter, yet is prophetically real. Shaw spends sixty-five pages of introductory material explaining his views and what he is trying to say. He spends a long three hours writing about these ideas in the script.
Shaw warns that at this point in history, just at the start of World War I, "cultured, leisured Europe" was drifting toward destruction, and that "Those in a position to guide Europe to safety failed to learn their proper business of political navigation". The script, a mix of low comic farce and tragedy, is an indictment of the generation Shaw thought was responsible for the First World War.
Michael Ball is wonderful as the cantankerous Captain Shotover, Benedict Campbell is appropriately obnoxious as Boss Mangan, and Robin Evan Willis is spot on as Elle, who is the queen of innocent manipulation. The rest of the cast is also excellent.
The house/boat set is appropriate, but creates movement problems for the actors who are constantly climbing up, down and over stacks of books and ladders and makes for some confusion in the second act.
Capsule judgement: HEARTBREAK HOUSE is a long, very long sit. In spite of being a good theatrical production, and containing many of Shaw’s prophetic messages, there isn’t a lot to appeal to a present day audience.
The Niagara area is dotted with wineries, many of which, besides offering wine tastings and sales, have fine dining facilities.
There are some wonderful restaurants including the Dining Room located at the Niagara Culinary Institute (www.niagaracollege.ca/dining. And my in town favorite, The Grill on King Street (905-468-7222, 233 King St.)
The area has many excellent hotels and bed-and-breakfasts. Our home away from home is the beautiful and well-placed Wellington House (firstname.lastname@example.org), directly across the street from The Festival Theatre. For information on other B&Bs go to www.niagaraonthelake.com/showbedandbreakfasts.
For theatre information, a brochure or tickets, call 800-511-7429 or go on-line to www.shawfest.com. Ask about packages that include lodging, meals and tickets. Also be aware that the festival offers day-of-the-show rush tickets and senior matinee prices.
Helpful hint: A passport is a border crossing requirement!
Go to the Shaw Festival! Find out what lovely hosts Canadians are, and see some great theatre!
Monday, July 11, 2011
We saw The Sunshine Boys Saturday night and your review is spot on. Our comments echoed yours. Exactly one member of the audience gave this production a standing ovation. Love Neil Simon's work, but time to retire this one.
Beck’s HAIRSPRAY pleases audience, but. . .
The setting: Baltimore, Maryland, June 1962. “Balmur, Murlun,” where they “warsh in a zink,” cheer for the baseball “erls” (Orioles), and everyone is known as “hon.” Baltimore, circa 1962, a segregated southern city where North Avenue was the line, much like the Berlin Wall, that divided the city. In this case it divided whites from blacks, and never the twain shall interact. This was mainly true even in the 80s when I lived in Charm City.
HAIRSPRAY, THE BROADWAY MUSICAL centers on "pleasantly plump" Tracy Turnblad, a teenager who is in love with life, pursues stardom as a dancer on a local TV show, and rallies against racial segregation. When she isn’t in detention because of her against-the-rules oversprayed flip hairdo, she rushes home from school with best friend, Penny, to catch The Corny Collins Show. It’s a teenage dance show based on the real-life Baltimore classic Buddy Deane Show. At home is Edna, Tracy’s shy, plus-sized mother and her father, the owner of a store which sells gags, including large-sized whoopee cushions.
When, by some quirk, Tracy wins a role, she becomes a celebrity overnight and launches a campaign to integrate the show and make every day, “negro day” instead of the token display of blacks once a month. Along the way, Tracy finds love, Edna finds it’s okay to be “big and beautiful,” and hopefully, the audience gets a history lesson about segregation and enjoys themselves.
HAIRSPRAY, THE BROADWAY MUSICAL, is based on the 1988 John Waters’ movie. Waters, a life-long Baltimore resident and “trash” and cult film maker, wrote the script, a more serious undertaking than his early flicks, to chastize his hometown residents for their segregationist views.
The musical's original Broadway production opened on August 15, 2002 and won eight Tony Awards. It ran for over 2,500 performances and stared Marissa Jaret Wionokur as Tracy and Harvey Fierstein as Edna. It was followed by a movie staring John Travolta as Edna, Nikki Blonsky as Tracy, and Queen Latifah as Motormouth Mabel.
HAIRSPRAY, with music by Marc Shaiman, lyrics by Scott Wittman and Shaiman, and a book by Mark O'Donnell and Thomas Meehan, has wonderful 1960s-style dance music and "downtown" rhythm and blues. The memorable score includes “The Nicest Kids in Town,” “Mama, I’m a Big Girl Now,” “Big, Blonde & Beautiful,” and ”You Can’t Stop the Beat.”
The score turned out to be controversial with conflict over “I Know Where I’ve Been,” sung by Motormouth Mabel, the black owner of a record store. As one of the production team explained it, the song was “inspired by a scene late in the  movie that takes place on the black side of town. It never dawned on us that a torrent of protest would follow us from almost everyone involved with the show.” He went on to say that many felt is was too preachy. “[But] we simply didn’t want our show to be yet another show-biz version of a civil rights story where the black characters are just background.”
And this philosophy makes this musical unique. Though many find the show to be out and out fun, it is much, much more. HAIRSPRAY is a social commentary on the injustices of much of the country in the 1960s. And, that’s where, in some respects, the Beck production stumbles.
The opening night audience laughed and applauded with glee, cheered the songs, marveled at the wonderful choreography by Martin Cespedes, the master designer of dancing of many local theatre musicals. But, I’m not sure, due to some directing and staging issues, that the message of the show came across.
There were times when visual images on stage failed to separate blacks and whites. Instances where inappropriate interactions of the races, and blending of interracial groups, made the “race thing” not stand out.
The cast varied from great to barely acceptable. Brittany Lynne Eckstrom was a strong Tracy. Her vocals were all excellent. “Good Morning Baltimore” set the proper tone for the show, and her part of “I Can Hear the Bells” was great (but one must wonder why rather than using bells the chorus was “ringing” Coke bottles, eliminating the needed audio sound).
Tina D. Stump was nothing short of sensational as Motormouth. She had the right attitude throughout and her “I Know Where I’ve Been” stopped the show.
Kevin Joseph Kelly, playing the role of Edna in drag, which has become a tradition in the various productions, wisely underplayed the role, not making it into a cross dressing parity. A little more sass and intensity, however, could have helped when Edna finally comes out of her shell. Kelly’s duet “You’re Timelss to Me,” with husband Wilbur (Mark Heffernan) was nicely done.
Alexis Generett Floyd was delightful as Little Inez, Motormouth’s daughter. Anna Bradley, who was fun as the nerdy Penny, was sometimes a little hard to understand, especially in her overly high pitched singing. Laurel Held stayed on the surface as the supposedly bigoted Velma. Her “Miss Baltimore Crab” was void of humor.
The role of Link Larkin is one of those “stereotype” parts that requires a Ken doll who can sing, dance and act. (Think Zak Efron who played the role in the film.) Unfortunately Cody Zak had only his Ken doll looks going for him. Antwaun Holley, as Seaweed, Motormouth’s son, dances well and has a nice sense of comedy, but had great difficulty with the singing aspects of the role. Mark Heffernan was generally bland as Tracy’s supposedly quirky dad.
There was a lack of vocal depth from the choir. There were too few bodies on stage to develop the needed big sound that the show requires.
Ben Needham’s sets worked, but the barless jail cell made the breaking out scene void of impact.
CAPSULE JUDGEMENT: If opening night is any indication, audiences will really like Beck’s HAIRSPRAY. I wish more attention had been paid to making sure the purpose of the script had been more clearly developed and more care had been exercised in casting.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
IDINA MENZEL AT BLOSSOM
On July 2, Idina Menzel, the star of the Broadway shows WICKED and RENT, and who was featured on the television show GLEE this past season, performed with the Cleveland Orchestra. It was a magical night filled with Broadway theatre tunes, delightful personal stories and a love affair between the performer, the orchestra and the audience. It was a night not to have been missed!
Capsule judgement: Bravo!
An attempt at a nostalgic visit: THE SUNSHINE BOYS at Porthouse
Neil Simon has held the title of “the crown prince of theatrical comedy” for many years. He is a Tony and Emmy award winner. He holds the distinction of having four shows playing on Broadway at the same time during the 1966 Broadway season: SWEET CHARITY, THE STAR-SPANGLED GIRL, THE ODD COUPLE, and Barefoot in the Park.
Simon is the author of both comedies and musicals including CHAPTER TWO, THEY'RE PLAYING OUR SONG, I OUGHT TO BE IN PICTURES, BRIGHTON BEACH MEMOIRS, BILOXI BLUES, BROADWAY BOUND, THE GOODBYE GIRL, and LAUGHTER ON THE 23RD FLOOR. In general, his strongest works are those that recount his personal life.
THE SUNSHINE BOYS, now on stage at Porthouse Theatre, not only has a long theatre life, but was made into a film and television show.
The play concerns a fictional vaudevillian team known as Lewis and Clark, a duo that played the circuit for forty-odd years. Their working relationship came to an end when Lewis decided that vaudeville was dying, the cantankerous Clark was driving him crazy, and “enough was enough.” After Lewis’s retirement, Clark tried to continue on his own, but old age, forgetfulness, and his stubbornness got in his way.
In the play we find Willy Clark living alone in a Manhattan hotel apartment, constantly reading Variety for show biz news, observing the deaths of his contemporary performers, and driving his agent-nephew crazy. When The Ed Sullivan television show wants to do a special about the history of comedy, they invite Lewis and Clark to headline. Bringing the duo together, as can be expected, results in conflicts and laughs.
Simon supposedly used the real vaudeville team of Smith and Dale as the basis for the duo in the play. But, unlike Lewis and Clark, Smith and Dale were inseparable lifelong friends. So he looked to another team, Gallagher and Shean, who were noted for their argumentative style during their onstage performances for the conflicting underbelly.
THE SUNSHINE BOYS opened on Broadway on December 18, 1972 and ran for 538 performances. The original cast included Sam Levene as Lewis and Jack Albertson as Clark.
For THE SUNSHINE BOYS to work, the actors must be able to duplicate the comic timing of the Jewish entertainers of vaudeville days, who honed their skills by doing the Borscht Belt circuit in the Catskill mountains. There is a cadence to Yiddish speaking that translates into the outlandish sounds and material developed by these English speaking entertainers. Without that tonation, pausing, and sound pacing, the material falls flat. It is very difficult to do. It takes a Groucho Marks, Jack Benny, Milton Berle, Weber and Fields to make the material work.
Though they try hard, George Roth (Willie Clark) and Marc Moritz (Al Lewis) just don’t get the timing or the sound right. The famous “The Doctor is In” routine fell flat. As someone sitting behind me said at the conclusion of that section of the production, “Was that supposed to be funny?” Unfortunately, at least on preview night, it wasn’t.
Roth seems more comfortable with the material than Moritz. But, Roth screams his way through much of the action, forgetting sometimes to texture and build up to emotional climaxes. But, he at least tries to develop the cadence in the skit and show the motivations of the character.
Moritz underplays the entire exercise to the point of near boredom, giving a tuna and white bread read to the role, rather than a corned beef on rye interpretation.
Director Rohn Thomas needed to work with the duo on the needed variance of emotions and getting the right comic vaudeville timing. He should have heeded the vaudeville biz edict, “Dying is easy. Comedy is hard.”
The script may have outlived its lifetime. Younger audiences, unfamiliar with the whole Borscht Belt era and days of vaudeville, will be lost in the references and probably not identify with the humor and ego in-fighting of the era. This is a script that needs a New York audience of the mid-nineteen hundreds to appreciate the idea completely.
CAPSULE JUDGMENT: THE SUNSHINE BOYS is a Neil Simon show that gets an acceptable, but not a commanding performance at Porthouse Theatre. Some might enjoy the old-time humor.
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Laugh, but be warned—convergence continuum’s MIRACLE AT NAPLES
David Grimm’s THE MIRACLE AT NAPLES is the kind of script that convergence continuum’s Artistic Director, Clyde Simon loves. It’s filled with sexuality, bawdiness, in-your-face language, has a convoluted plot, and offers lots of opportunities for slapstick.
THE MIRACLE AT NAPLES has a commedia dell'arte backbone. That type of Italian theatricality laid the foundation for the laughs in early slapstick films (think Marx Brothers, The Keystone Cops and the Three Stooges). It centers on misunderstanding, mistaken identities, mix-ups, trickery, and sexual innuendos.
Don Bertolino Fortunato, the conniving leader of a motley band of traveling players, arrives in a Neapolitan town square on September 19, 1580. The people of Naples are awaiting the annual miracle: the liquefaction of the blood of the city's patron saint. Unfortunately, the miracle won't occur, and therefore, neither can the feast of San Gennaro. That means that the penniless troupe can’t perform. They have nothing to do with their free time other than to cause chaos and become lustful lovers. In the process, one of the performers announces her pregnancy, two of the male cast not only have a liaison with a local lass, but fall in love with each other, and Fortunato, himself, rekindles an old love affair.
A Boston director of the show stated, "David's genius is that he matches the play's bawdiness and boisterousness with incredible emotional depth and wit. This play is a gorgeous human exploration of love in its multiple forms, from the improvised and instinctual, to the courtly and classically romantic. David is a real poet of both the beauty of instant pleasure and the search for enduring meaning. He is equally adept at writing a deeply textured scene about love as a good dirty joke, and this play has plenty of both!" I wouldn’t go so far as referring to the script as having incredible emotional depth, but it is very, very funny and well written.
How can a script with such lines as, “She has a face like a smacked ass” and “You are the joke, I am the punch line,” not delight?
Con-con’s production, under the direction of Geoffrey Hoffman, is fun. He builds a nice level of pace and panic and seems to have a touch with the sexual overtones. Maybe his forthcoming marriage has keyed his sensual senses.
Robert Hawkes hits all the right notes of outrageousness of Don Bertolino Fortunato, the father and theatrical director from hell. Lucy Bredeson-Smith is a laugh hoot as the overbearing Francescina, nanny to the sweet, teenaged Flaminia. Francescina’s plot for her ward can have sex and still be a virgin, is only one of many hysterical plot developments. Beautiful Emily Pucell is the perfect Flaminia, a bundle of pulsating hormones with love on her mind.
Stuart Hoffman, he of overdone pronunciation and posturing, has an old-time comedian Joey Brown face that he molds into all kinds of uptight smirks as the pompous Giancarlo. Petite Lauren Smith, who both loves and hates Giancarlo, who has impregnated her, is a laugh riot.
Ray Caspio, as Tristano is delightful as the sexually confused Matteo. The star of the show is Zack Hudak, who plays the simple Matteo, who acts on emotional impulses…logic be damned. Hudak, with his doe eyes, mobile face and great comic timing, is a delight to watch. This kid knows how to create comedy! Caspio and Hudak’s “happy dance” brought forth spontaneous applause as did their extended lip lock!
The set is excellent, creating just the right mood. The Liminis, the con-con performing space, only has 50 seats so tickets may be scarce for this production.
Be warned: Horror of horrors, there are swear words spoken, male-male kissing, and the touching of female breasts.
Capsule Judgement: From its very first line, "To hell with my virginity!" to its obvious happily ever-after ending , convergence continuum’s THE MIRACLE AT NAPLES is raunchy, ribald and funny. It is definitely recommended for mature audiences who are looking for summer entertainment and aren’t uptight.