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Brown Paper Box Co.’s Speech and Debate Captivating

February 6, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham Leave a Comment

Dark comedies come in a thousand flavors.  And when you sit down to a newer one, you may have no idea of the nature of the darkness or where the humor in it will be found.  Brown Paper Box Co.’s Speech & Debate, now playing at the Edge Theater on Broadway, proved to be one of the best examples of mixing  darkness and light.  Written by the extremely gifted young playwright, Stephen Karam, who carried home a Tony last year for another of his play’s, we’re reminded that coming of age, from the time of the caveman to now, isn’t necessarily the easiest of passages.  Especially if you’re different.

 

Karam’s definition of misfit is joyfully much more elegant and nuanced than any contemporary dictionary’s.  Here he shows us that they can be and often are blazingly bright, mesmerizingly poignant and flat out funny.

Trevor Bates(l), Darren Patin, Deanalis Resto and Elise Marie Davis

Speech & Debate kneads you into the lives of three fascinating high school kids grappling with some very serious issues.  Issues that may very well prove to be primary determinants of their futures.    They’re revealed to us in stages.  First, we notice their keen intelligence.  Then we discover how fearlessly they seem to resist convention.  Later, we’re slightly surprised to see how much they defer to those same conventions.

 

Diwata (Deanalís Resto) becomes the energy force that so beautifully drives the production.  Before she arrives on stage, we get an over the shoulder glimpse of another one of the three, Howie (Trevor Bates); in a scintillatingly suggestive texting spree with an older man online.  And we’re also rather explosively introduced to Solomon (Darren Patin); a precocious, socially awkward student reporter out to expose hypocrisy. They all prove to be relentless personalities who pursue their individual truths with dogged resolve.  That it all appears so unconscious is all the more impressive.

 

Deanalis Resto (l) and Trevor Bates

An aspiring actress who posts her theatrical proclivities on her blog, sometimes while drunk, Diwata is wildly appealing. She has the confidence of Muhammed Ali in an America Ferrara chassis.   What she may lack in talent, she more than makes up for in passion. Passed over time and again for school productions, the drama teacher becomes her arch-enemy, her nemesis with a “receding hairline” and a dangerous secret who we never meet.  It’s her antipathy for him that morphs into the link that brings the three teens together as conspirators and unlikely friends.

 

Brown Paper Box Co. merits recognition for so well living up to its mission of creating “challenging and inspiring theater that focuses on the text”.  As young and kinetic as Speech & Debate is, it’s the language and personalities that make it both memorable and wonderful.  The stage is quite bare save for a few classic classroom desks like those found in 99% of the high schools across the country.  Beyond that, some very spare and effective projections onto the back wall give additional context to the progression of the story.  Virtually nothing interferes with the power of the spoken word or the craftsmanship needed to deliver it effectively.

 

Not only was the story quintessentially current and reflective of a world where our private lives, with a few well thought out clicks of a mouse, are easily discovered and exposed; it flowed with a perfectly plausible rhythm.

 

Self-awareness and self-acceptance bloom at different stages in different lives.  Maturity is allowing one another the space for the transformation to happen. In Speech & Debate, these young misfits give the world a lesson in doing it right.

 

Deanalís Resto’s Diwata is one of a kind.  Darren Patten’s Solomon kept you guessing if he would ever get beyond his fear of himself to self-actualize and Trevor Bates’ Howie was a case study in innate teenage cool.  One can hardly wait to see how each of these very talented actors will transform themselves in future projects.

 

Speech & Debate

February 2 – March 4, 2018

Brown Paper Box Co.

5451 N. Broadway

Chicago, IL  60640

www.brownpaperbox.org

 

 

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Playwright William Inge Featured in Eclipse Theatre’s 2018 Season

January 30, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

William Inge, Playwright

 

Entering its 26th year, Eclipse enjoys the distinction of being the only theatre in the Midwest to focus exclusively on the works of a single playwright every season.  By choosing to mount contemporary adaptations of  plays by William Inge, Eclipse will be reintroducing modern audiences to a writer considered to be “one of the most important voices in American Theatre”.

 

Encouraged to pursue his interest in writing for the theatre by Tennessee Williams, Inge went on to win the Pulitzer Prize for his play Picnic performed in 1953 and an Oscar for his original screenplay, Splendor in the Grass.  Come Back, Little Sheba, The Boy in the Basement, and The Dark at the Top of the Stairs are also included in his portfolio.

 

According to Eclipse Theatre Company Artistic Director, Nathaniel Swift, “William Inge’s plays are personal and political, grounded in family and community relationships, and his stories resonate with a powerful artistic vision of America and what it means to be American.  We plan to show a wide range of William Inge’s writing, including award –winning dramas and rarely produced plays.”

 

Eclipse will be performing:

 

Natural Affection                                                     April 12 – May 20

 

Bus Stop                                                                  July 12 – August 19

 

The Dark at the Top of the Stairs                             November 15 – December 16

 

 

 

All performances will be held at:

The Athenaeum Theatre

2936 N. Southport Ave.

Chicago, IL  60657

 

www.eclipsetheatre.com/

Filed Under: Theater Reviews

The Blues Ain’t a Color – MLK Tribute Speaks Frankly about Race

January 16, 2018 by Mitchell Oldham

Commemorating the birthdays of figures who helped shape the destiny of the nation is not something we do well.  After naming buildings, byways and bridges for them, remembrance devolves into speech making and, in the case of Martin Luther King Jr., concerts.  Both are acceptable, even laudatory and enjoyable.  But they suffer from a predictable sameness.

Denise La Grassa’s one woman show, The Blues Ain’t a Color, escapes the conventional and brings a unique outlook to the state of race relations in the country; 50 years after Dr. King’s assassination.  Originally performed in 2014, the piece ambitiously encompasses a broad swath of black culture with La Grassa portraying an array of characters; both black and white.  This is a daring gamble for a non-black actress.  The idioms and intonations of informal black speech can make for a slippery slope and when it’s not quite right; it’s wrongness can sound calamitous.

 

Depicting both a black mother, Davina, and her daughter Bethany; La Grassa’s impersonations teeter frighteningly close to parody.  Her purpose of exposing hard realities redeemed the portrayals and bolstered the show’s artistic relevance.  The Blues Ain’t a Color is an assessment of where the United States stands five decades after the civil rights era ended.  To no one’s surprise, considerably more progress has to be made before we’re issued a passing grade.  In a sense, La Grassa’s piece is a tally of our failures.

 

Projecting dramatic archival footage, intriguing personal commentary and colorful contemporary paintings from the late artist, Maria Kern on the wall behind her performance space, she employed dynamic elements to add flow and substance to the work. The footage and the commentary were key in grounding the performance’s purpose and provide graphic reminders of why King and thousands of others defied the status quo to demand equal rights be codified in law.

Actress, vocalist Denise La Grassa

Live performance consumes most of the hour-long plus show that’s lightly sprinkled with levity to offset the weight of her message’s gravity.  Satirizing the petty obsessions of the super-rich, she even takes on the role of Elizabeth III, an overly pampered dog who gets facials, goes to the hair dresser and eats foie gras.  Here, as when she skewers the vapid pretentiousness of a bank vice president, her comedic jabs work to heighten the absurdity of economic and racial isolation.

 

An accomplished vocalist, La Grassa weaves original songs throughout The Blues Ain’t a Color to bolster her narrative and is ably accompanied by John Kregor on guitar and Jon Small on bass.

 

There must be something soldered into our DNA that makes us look to the young for hope in the future.  If that’s true, you’d be hard pressed to find better harbingers then the “kids from Western Avenue Community Center”.  Singing Tiny Stars of Peace in the one of the show’s final video clips, their voices, faces and natural exuberance made you believe in the possibility of the impossible.

 

The Blues Ain’t a Color:  A Conversation About Race

 

January 14, 2018

 

Elastic Arts

 

3429 W. Diversey Ave., #208

 

Chicago, IL   60647

 

773-772-3616

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Black Ensemble Theatre Toasts Mr. Show Business: Sammy Davis, Jr.

December 20, 2017 by Mitchell Oldham

Sammy Davis, Jr. (image from A&E biography)

The Black Ensemble Theatre (BE) has a tradition of delivering solid theatre by telling compelling stories through song.  In Sammy: A Tribute to Sammy Davis Jr., song and dance act as ornamentation to a drama depicting exceptional innate talent and steely perseverance in the face of raw bigotry.

Kenny Davis (l) and Michael Adkins

Typical of a good BE show, a well told history lesson accompanies generous doses of infectious music. In Davis’s tribute, the audience is reminded what it was like to be an extraordinary talent living in a rigidly confining world.  Born in 1925, Davis’s birth preceded the civil rights movement by almost 40 years.  The bite of racism did not spare him because he was born and raised in NYC.  Jim Crow may not have made it to the Big Apple but the color line sure did.  Much of the ridicule Davis faced can only be called horrific.  Despite that, his fame at the height of his career in the 50’s and 60’s stood on par with the established Hollywood deity of the day.

 

BE’s tribute splendidly recounted his success as a crooner who could make other people’s hits even bigger hits and who parlayed his success as singer into Broadway and Hollywood bank.  As diminutive as Bruno Mars and as ubiquitous as Snoop Dog, he seemed to be everywhere during his time in the sun.

 

Glimpsing more of the captivating talent that characterized Sammy Davis Jr.  during this tribute would have elevated the show’s appeal.  The tiny 5’ 5” bon vivant sang in the lower registers and could control a song the way Zeus commands thunder. Dancing professionally on stage well before most kids start kindergarten, by the time he came of age his acumen as a dancer was oil slick and reached master class level.

Dwight Neal

The essence of all of those gifts made it to BE stage.  As the production flowed, the cast mellowed more comfortably and effectively into their roles.  Although Michael Adkins took on the role of Davis, other actors shared the duty of covering the many songs that Davis single handedly embedded into a generation. From Mr. Wonderful, to I’ve Gotta Be Me and finally with Kenny Davis’s bravura rendition of Mr. Bojangles, the review of Sammy Davis’s discography nostalgically revisited another time when the coda for excellence was very much different than it is today.

 

Even though mild cases of first night jitters peeped through, the cast displayed aplomb as it recounted through song, dance and dialog the components of a remarkable life.  Emily Hawkins, making her first appearance on the BE stage, commanded attentive admiration for a singing voice that easily and beautifully filled the room and her sumptuous acting.  In one sequence in which she portrayed May Britt, Davis’ Swedish born second wife, she effortlessly displayed how the craft of acting gets done.  With bags packed and a heart leaden with regret; she was announcing she was leaving Davis.   The whole theater sat captivated by her performance.

 

Skillfully juxtaposing laughter and tears is a BE hallmark.  Sammy:  A Tribute to Sammy Davis Jr. was no exception.

 

Sammy: A Tribute to Sammy Davis Jr.

Through January 21st,  2018

Black Ensemble Theatre

4450 N. Clark St.

773-769-4451

www.blackensemble.org,

Filed Under: Theater Reviews

Half Acre Taproom – Hops Delight

December 4, 2017 by Mitchell Oldham

Beer people understand.  A taproom that consistently delivers on great tasting beer is a treasure.  One that also serves up serious eats on the side is just about priceless.  Chicago’s blessed with a few such haunts and Half Acre’s Taproom on Lincoln right now has to rank as one of the best. With its total absence of fanfare on its street face, the taproom is as unassuming as park bench.   But that usually changes to a substantial degree once you walk through the glass door.  If it’s early afternoon, the place will probably be brimming with people.  Standard tables line the front and north wall while the middle of the room is spaciously communal.  Ledges with stools in the back and on the south wall comfortably accommodate a brew and a plate.  Even with all that, there might be a line to get in during warm weather.  Blessed with a two-fold draw, exceptional beer and good food, the room’s a hit.

Its roster board of a dozen or so beers will be home to at least four you’d find wonderfully delicious. Which makes it very easy to order flights.  Two recent additions, Young Cobra, a subtly complex IPA and Bodega Nights, a beautifully balanced Schwarzbier, were particularly noteworthy on the last visit.  It almost didn’t matter what I ordered for lunch.
The Lincoln Ave. location has had a thing with burritos for a while now.  Their BBQ brisket burrito, once a doorbuster and now just a solid staple, remains popular.  The surprise comes in the form of a buttermilk biscuit nestled in with the brisket, cheeses and fried onions.    All burritos come with a side and can be served without the flour tortilla.   The Pineapple Pork Fried Rice burrito was awesome enough without the wrap.

Innovation’s key to the taproom’s approach to food.  Stepping out of convention and combining approachable but unexpected ingredients to add zing, they’ve found a winning zone.   That’s why the brisket includes a biscuit, fried okra is slipped into the Shrimp Po’boy and why broccolini crashed the pineapple pork fried rice shindig.  And they are all escorted by a pasta, vegetable or potato side.  Overwhelmingly popular for good reason, the Chimichurri Red Potatoes can be seen riding shotgun on many tables.
The kitchen side of the taproom’s brain understands people want to be fed when they order a meal; not simply appeased.  And any of the burritos will do that at a comfortable price, between $11 and $14. Just in case you’re not out to truly slay the hunger dragon, smaller plates include made-to-order chips, nachos, Korean short ribs and a number of vegan and vegetarian options.


Its quiet good looks add more than a little bit to the taproom’s appeal.  Many breweries take that stark “it’s all about the beer” look too far.  What’s wrong with a little color or the injection of a touch of adult friendly whimsy?   The Lincoln Ave. taproom does all of that with a light hand and an astute eye to detail; making it welcoming to more types of people.

 

Half Acre Brewery Tap Room

4257 N. Lincoln Ave.

Chicago, IL   60618

 

Filed Under: Feed Me Chicago

Woman with a Camera – Catch it While You Can at MCA

December 2, 2017 by Mitchell Oldham Leave a Comment

Everyone possesses the capacity to imagine.  Artists are blessed with the ability to use their imaginations to create.  At the top of the stairs on the 4th floor of the Museum of Contemporary Art, a small exhibit is dedicated to the creativity and imagination of women artist who work in the medium of photography.  For such a contained show of a mere 18 images, it resoundingly proves that wonderful things can come in small packages.
Video still from Rape of the Sabine Women, artist – Eve Sussman

Remarkably subtle in its energy, the exhibit takes beauty beyond itself and provokes viewers to think about what they’re seeing as well as appreciate the art for its aesthetic pull. Eve Sussman’s Themes and the Island from “Rape of the Sabine Women” is composed sublimity until you focus on the subject’s face which seems to disclose a war within.

A Moment’s Pleasure, artist-Mickalene Thomas

On another wall, Mickalene Thomas’s,  A Moment’s Pleasure, uses a completely different technique to take you into the subjects’ minds.  Using a beautiful jumble of patterns that at first collide and then melt together, your eye soon stops on the faces of two women in total custody of themselves and their space.

 

All of the images are part of gift from Jack and Sandra Guthman who donated a total of 50 pieces to the museum.   The works selected are not isolated to any particular country and are not restricted to theme or purpose.  Emily Jacir, Mahmoud uses both words and pictures to make the reality of her life on the West Bank a compelling work of art.

Skate Park, a wonderful play on shape, form and texture from artist Melanie Schiff, segues from the overtly challenging.  Instead she chooses to flirt with the laws of gravity and create an almost alien world of whimsy.

 

Skatepark, artist – Melanie Schiff

Art that engages completely is exceptional and something that this exhibits excels in accomplishing.

 

Woman with a Camera

Museum of Contemporary Art

220 E. Chicago Ave.     60611

Ends  January 14, 2018

www.mcachicago.org

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Gladius James – Too Bad

November 10, 2017 by Mitchell Oldham

If you’re approaching or firmly entrenched in your teens; or just have an acute weakness for romance, you’ll probably dig Gladius James’ upcoming release Revelation.  Although the promo cut, Too Bad, has something of the rouge injected into its soul as he taunts his girl about not following through on a date, the other tracks on the EP refreshingly tell another story.  Rich confesses he doesn’t need money because love is his treasure and Higher than Drugs might raise an eyebrow but lets you know the metaphor is intended as an affectionate compliment.  Every track rides on uneven beats that mirror contemporary cool.  Fledgling talent is as endearing as it is fragile.  This one is worth encouraging.

Filed Under: Jazz +

Snoh Aalegra’s Feels Rings the Right Bells

October 15, 2017 by Mitchell Oldham

Snoh Aalegra may be an anomaly but she’s a terrific one.  A young Swedish woman who can sing neo-soul with conviction and so much plush is a formidable force.  Whether the song carries an austere melody or vibrates with moody electro funk, her voice adapts to the terrain and draws you in like a lure.

 

On Aalegra’s latest album release, Feels, she’s characteristically confident and cool as she sticks to familiar territory: the fickle nature of love.  Roving through a dozen plus songs exploring the tension and trauma of one-sided or fractured relationships, her strongest work happens when she goes up-tempo as she does in You Got Me.  With a beat that would make a Chicago stepper scoot post haste to the dance floor, the lyrics are served up with a spunky dose of sass.

 

Most of her collaborative work on the album also sport a fine luster.  Counterbalancing highly complementary voices, You Keep Me Waiting with Vic Mensa and Nothing Burns Like the Cold featuring Vince Staple beautifully pit smooth seduction against cool machismo.

 

Just as effective standing on her own, the title cut possessed all of the gravitas of an artist in full command of her gift.  The same impact came through on Time where the thrusters were opened to give her talent a chance to bloom.  Both songs were so reminiscent of an era when a beautiful voice woven through a sensuous melody was commonplace.   Almost jazz like with their elevated sensibilities and flowering maturity, you could admire them simply for their musical aesthetics.

 

With undistinguished musical arrangements and tepid vocal investment, the downtempo material lacked identity.  Not a huge disappointment given the album’s cumulative strengths.

Filed Under: Jazz +

ACLU Benefit Message: Use It or Lose It

October 5, 2017 by Mitchell Oldham

Teaming up at Public House Theater to raise dollars for ACLU Illinois, ThirdCoastReview (3CR) and Kill Your Darlings (KYD) Live Lit hosted a kinetic benefit celebrating the first amendment by reading from formerly censored books.  Dry and boring it was not.  Orchestrated to coincide with an annual revel sponsored by the American Library Association to support “the freedom to seek and express ideas”, the October 2nd event also marked the start of the Supreme Court’s new term.                  

 

With the theater’s relaxed vintage décor and an air of the provocative pervading the space, the evening took on a pleasantly subversive air as ten local authors read from some of the best literature this and a few other countries have produced.  All of it, once banned.

 

The range of selected books included the expected and the unexpected; from the Tropic of Cancer to Shel Silverstein’s Dreadful.  And despite the varying levels of reading proficiency, the power of the words retained the heat of potency and power.

 

To sweeten the pot, even formerly banned songs made it into the show and sagely included the timeless and timely Strange Fruit, Billie Holiday’s masterwork exposing the savagery of lynching written by poet, Abel Meeropol.

 

The benefit’s high-energy smack talking emcee, writer and actress Karin McKie, kept the flow moving at a slick clip with her pithy intros and irreverent commentary; always reminding the audience that democracy abhors complacency.

 

Nancy Bishop, 3CR’s editor led off with her reading from a book written in 1934 and rebuked for its “notoriously candid sexuality”, The Tropic of Cancer.  With its thoroughly unbridled language and explicit depictions, the book was also one of the first to test the mettle of this country’s right to free expression.

Ada Cheng, photo by Aaron Cynic

Storyteller and performing artist, Ada Cheng, has a quietly magnetic stage presence that telegraphs simmering depth.  Selecting a book banned for its depiction of bullying, alcohol abuse, violence and homosexuality, The Absolute True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie is the story of a 14-year-old reservation kid who’s encouraged and agrees to attend an all-white school.  Her excerpts from the book, written in 2007, reflect the realities of our blossoming millennium with all of its hard edges and abrasive expressions.  Things get rough.  Cheng ended her reading with a question.  “Why do we ban people’s lives”.

 

Northwestern professor Bill Savage still reacts viscerally to his selection even after 30 years of teaching it to college students.  As he noted in his introduction, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn has been controversial since Twain wrote it in the late 1800’s.  Back then it was just considered tawdry and common, not worth reading by anyone respectable.  Now its pilloried because the language it uses rings as profoundly racist to modern ears.  The passage he read however drilled down to the essence of human character and the capacity to do what’s right despite the expectations of convention.

Bill Savage, photo by Aaron Cynic

 

Books get banned for lots of reasons but there seems to be recurrent themes that invite intense scrutiny and eventual censorship in the United States.  Sex that does not conform to established norms, matters of race that challenge the status quo and coming of age stories that question or examine too intently the established order; as does Lolita in the first case, To Kill a Mockingbird in the second and Persepolis in the third.

 

All of the benefit’s readings packed a wallop and made one wonder what price one would pay to keep the freedoms we enjoy vibrant and pliant.   And they reminded all those in attendance that such a question is not simply an intellectual one.

 

 

We Read Banned Books:  An ACLU Benefit

October 2, 2017

7:00 PM

Public House Theater

3914 N. Clark

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Third Annual Chicago Theater Bike Ride Remembers Its Own

September 8, 2017 by Mitchell Oldham

The world of performance is precarious, unpredictable and erratic.  And it encompasses many more people than just those you see on the stage.  If you work in that world as an actor, dancer, stagehand, or director; your next gig is never guaranteed and your livelihood rarely secure.

 

Spurred by the 2015 death of local actress Molly Glynn who passed away from injuries incurred while biking with her husband, the Third Annual Chicago Theater Bike Ride: Love Hard will kick off with a ceremony at 11am on Saturday, September 9th  at Foster Beach, 5200 Lake Shore Drive.  Bikers roll out at noon and a community potluck BBQ begins at 1:30pm.

 

Funds raised by the Love Hard bike ride will help the theater community pay for funeral expenses and other costly unforeseen emergencies like apartment fires.  To date, the ride has raised and distributed more than $23,000 in support of The Actors Fund of America and The Emergency Aid Fund.

Love Hard bike ride enthusiast

Recent losses have been particularly painful for the theater community following the brutal killing of actress Andrea Urban in May and the unexpected death of Steppenwolf’s incomparable Martha Lavey who positively impacted scores in the city’s theater community.  The event’s website, http://www.lovehardbikeride.org, provides images and bios of all of those lost from the community since 2015.

Organizer Carmen Roman states this year’s goal is 200 riders and $15,000 in proceeds.  She also reiterates that the ceremony and bike ride on the 9th are as much about celebrating and supporting each other as it is about remembering.

 

Minimum ride donations are $25.  All other donations, now and ongoing, can be made to http://www.lovehardbikeride.org/donate.html.

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Show Your Gratitude to Chicago’s Arts Community

March 28, 2020 By Mitchell Oldham

2400 Block of Estes Ave. – Chicago – photo City Pleasures

The impact of the coronavirus has unalterably reached into the lives of everyone and shown us of our common vulnerability.  We will rise from the withering blow it’s dealt to our spirits and to the way we are accustomed to living our lives.  

This crisis, like most hardships, does not encroach and disrupt our lives equally.   One’s age, calling, income, zip code and profession all determine how deeply the ramifications of the epidemic affect you. 

City Pleasures covers the arts community.  Actors, dancers, musicians and the venues that showcase their talent are being devastated by their inability to either practice their craft or feature artistic talent.  Because they need our help, City Pleasures is sharing ways that allow anyone financially capable to provide support to do so.  Some of those channels extend beyond the arts and entertainment community by design and list opportunities to also contribute needed relief to Chicago neighborhoods and the most vulnerable.

There are several ways to support the theater community.  Individual theater companies as well as all non-profit arts organization accept support through direct donations, the purchase of a ticket, gift cards or subscriptions.  The homepage of your favorite theater or theaters will direct you on how to do so.

If you would like your contributions to be broad based, the City of Chicago and the United Way of Metro Chicago have launched the Chicago Community Covid-19 Response Fund “to unite the funds raised by Chicago’s philanthropies, corporations and individuals to be disbursed to nonprofit organizations across the region”, including those in the arts. 

Click here to donate:  https://www.chicagocovid19responsefund.org/

One Chicago entertainment institution’s Training Center is taking comedy to the clouds by offering classes online. To find out more about or enroll in Second City’s comedy at home lessons, visit:   https://www.secondcity.com/comedyfromyourcouch.   Areas of focus include “Creating and Pitching Your TV Series”, “Teen Standup” and “Voiceover 101”.

Day of Absence, Refreshed and Brilliant at VG

March 6, 2020 By Mitchell Oldham

Sonya Madrigal, Ann Joseph, Bryant Hayes – Jazmyne Fountain photography

When Douglas Turner Ward wrote his pioneering one act play, Day of Absence, in 1965; he had a very clear intent.  He wanted to write a play exclusively for a black audience.  An audience that did not then exist. He was also working with a highly specific set of objectives.  Expectedly, he wanted to write a play that spoke to the lives black people lived, but he also aimed to create a work that was implicit and allowed his audience to fill in the blanks.  One that was subtle and edged with fine threads of sophistication.  And just as importantly, he wanted to write something that did not put his audience to sleep.

He came up with two plays, both in one acts, Happy Ending and Day of Absence that played simultaneously at the St. Mark’s Playhouse in New York.  Both plays grew legs and are regularly reprised on the contemporary stage. 

Douglas Turner Ward – photo courtesy WNYC

When they were originally created 55 years ago, Ward also had to track down and recruit an audience by going anywhere the black public gathered; social clubs, union halls, beauty shops to rustle them up.  His tactic worked and the productions played over 500 shows at the St. Mark’s. 

Congo Square is only presenting Day of Absence on Victory Garden’s Christiansen stage right now.  And as wonderful as it is, the current production won’t be running as long as it did when the play debuted back in ‘65.   Making it even more of a must see. Even today it’s startling to see what Ward did with this jewel.  A spare play with very few props, Day of Absence, like any top-tier theatrical creation intended for live performance, thrives on a gleaming story and fantastic characters.  And it achieves everything Ward originally hoped to accomplish plus. 

Taking an approach that says, “We know how you see us, now let us show you how we see you”, Day of Absence is all about reversals and looking at the world through different eyes.  Normally, the cast is all Black.  But this updated adaptation broadens what “black” is by making it anyone not white; resulting in cast made up of both brown and black performers.

Kelvin Roston Jr and Ronald L. Conner – Jazmyne Fountain photography

The overriding constant is that the play is still performed in white face, (and lots of wigs) with minorities portraying whites in a small southern town.

Opening quietly, a couple of regular guys working in a mall are just getting their day started. Luke (Ronald L. Conner) and Clem (Kelvin Roster, Jr.) share small talk southern style and toss shout outs to regulars as they peruse the routine landscape of their work lives.  Clem’s older and Teddy Bear homey, Luke’s younger, gruffer and lost in his cell phone.  It takes a minute or two, more like several, but Clem finally picks up on something.  Something that’s not quite right or out of kilter.  Suddenly stricken, he realizes he hasn’t seen a black person all day.  Half the population.  Luke’s slower to accept something that ridiculous.  Until he can’t do otherwise. 

Jordan Arredondo, Meagan Dilworth – Jazmyne Fountain photography

Performed as satire, Day of Absence chronicles what happens when a constant of life disappears.  One that you may take for granted, resignedly tolerate or even benignly dismiss depending on your mood.  More interestingly, it’s a story about how people react.  What do they say and do in what quickly escalates into crisis and chaos. 

Anthony Irons directed the production and achieved a master stroke by having his characters, or more precisely his characterizations, vie with the plot for overall strength.  The way Ronald Conner portrays nonchalant insouciance is about as winning as it gets.  Later we find him equally transfixing playing a completely different role.  Roston, with his delicious phrasing and the pitch perfect softness of his drawl, is just as effective as Clem.

Ronald L. Conner, Ann Joseph – photo Jazmyne Fountain

The action streams briskly through three backdrops.  The mall, John and Mary’s bedroom and the mayor’s office.  John (Jordan Arredondo) and Mary (Meagan Dilworth) make their discovery of the vanishing rudely when their new born wails plaintively through the night and there’s no one to tend to it.  There’s no Kiki, no Black three-in-one, nursemaid housemaid cook, to intervene and relieve the stress of parenthood.    Dilworth’s Mary is so preciously inept at doing anything useful you’re tempted to feel sorry for her.  But that sympathy would be horribly misplaced.  Dilworth still makes a splendid Mary whose only skill is to function as a household “decoration”.  Arredondo as her husband fills his role to the brim with manly character and pragmatism.  When he valiantly volunteers to go the hood to look for Kiki and finds nothing short of a ghost town where “not even a little black dog” could be sighted, he’s all business and entitled indignation.

Ward created the consummate repository for the town’s angst and ire in the mayor.  And director Irons knew exactly how to shape the character as an unforgettable foil. Unflappable and supremely confident, the mayor’s sense of privilege and the power she insinuates take on regal dimensions.  In the right hands and under the right direction, it’s a fantastic role and one that Ann Joseph fills beautifully.  Ordinarily a male actor plays the part and Jackson is the last name of his female personal assistant/secretary/gopher.   Here Jackson is the second role Mr. Conner inhabits so vividly and with so much virtuosity.  Always on point and a bit self-consciously effete, he’s deferential to a fault and ever vigilant about watching his own back.

Ward shrewdly built a lot of humor into the play.  And this effort takes advantage of every morsel.  It even adds more zest causing the whole affair to frequently tip over into the hilarious.   The perfume skit alone deserves its own baby Tony award.  Despite the outright comedy, the underlying subtext couldn’t be more biting.  Bryant Hayes as Clan and Kelvin Roston, Jr. in his dual role as Rev. Pious represent the true demons Ward is battling in his lasting contribution to the American stage.

This adaptation, cleverly updated with the playwright’s permission, makes it shine like new money.  

Day of Absence

Through March 27, 2020

Victory Gardens Theater

2433 N. Lincoln Ave.

773-871-3000

www.congosquaretheatre.com

A Fiery Birthday with the Boys

February 25, 2020 By Mitchell Oldham

William Marquez, Kyle Patrick, Sam Bell Gurwitz, Denzel Tsopnang in Windy City Playhouse’s Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

Time and a change of perspective can allow you to appreciate things you once abhorred. That maxim can be true of many things.  Music, art, food.  People.  It was true of Boys in the Band.  When Mart Crowley’s 1968 bombshell of a play rolled out on celluloid in 1970, it rightfully caused the world to shutter.  Never had anyone so boldly pulled back the curtain to reveal the inner-life of the dispossessed as vividly or as candidly as Mr. Crowley had done.  Now celebrating its 50th anniversary, people are still wondering how accurate his painful picture of gay life is.    

Having recently experienced the very fine Windy City Playhouse immersive take on the play, there’s no doubt many will be wondering the same thing 50 years from now.

The cast of Windy City Playhouse’s The Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

Listening to Mr. Crowley talk about how he came to write his landmark; how he was broke, out of work, without prospects and angry, the cathartic aura surrounding the play was finally given a cause.  Still, because you don’t expect friendship to take on such ruthlessly hurtful dimensions, those explanations don’t satisfy the question of intensity or the depths of some the play’s caustic plunges.

William Boles scenic design played a key role in helping to provide the audience a tactile understanding of the times, place and people at this dark birthday party Michael (Jackson Evans) was throwing for his newly 32-year-old best friend Harold.  Ushered six at a time through a tastefully appointed residential lobby and taken up the pretend elevator to the 5th floor, the audience enters Michael’s resplendent apartment as if they themselves were guests.  The party hadn’t started.  Michael wasn’t there.  You could walk around and admire his beautiful spirit decanters.  The lovely artistic touches.  The drama of the sunken conversation pit.  70s chic at its highest.   All in deep red with accents in gold and in blue. The room radiated not only success, but power.

The set of Windy City Playhouse’s The Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

After everyone’s settled, Michael sweeps in doing last minute party preparation things.  Putting the food out and the music on.  You notice that even when the first guest, Donald (Jordan Dell Harris) arrives, things aren’t particularly warm.  Nor are you immediately clear on Michael and Donald’s relationship.  They’re more than just friends but not exactly lovers either?  And even though Donald’s sparring skills are impressive, Michael seems to take pleasure in baiting him with petty criticism.  Everyone else flows in shortly after Donald goes up to change.  Emory (William Marquez) and Bernard (Denzel Tsopnang) arrive together.  Lovers Larry (James Lee) and Hank (Ryan Reilly) are carrying the vestiges of a something bitter between them into the party.  It’s a spat that will continue to swell throughout the play.  Then Harold’s birthday present gets there much too early.  A prostitute, Cowboy is as dull witted as he is beautiful.  Even though he’s taunted by nearly everyone for his lack of intelligence, he’s also silently envied for his physical exceptionalism.  And there’s a straight outlier in the mix.  Michael’s close friend from college, back in a time when he was still in the closet, was in town and needed to see him.  So much so that he wept with desperation when talking to Michael on the phone.  Not being able to dissuade him, Michael invited Alan (Christian Edwin Cook) to the party as well, hoping to somehow camouflage the party’s gay complexion.

Christian Edwin Cook as Alan in Windy City Playhouse’s production of The Boys in the Band, photo credit- Michael Brosilow

The dynamics of the party are already roiling by the time he shows up.  Emory is being quintessential Emory.  So gay.  Not defiantly; more in a liberation of self sort of way.  His racial digs at Bernard, the only Black member of the party, were unsurprisingly catty but very curious.  Were these swipes supposed to be expressions of the times are something else?   Marquez made a splendid Emory.  Later, when he apologized to Bernard for his callousness, promising not to cause such conscious hurt in the future, he was contrite enough and sincere enough to be ingratiatingly convincing.  Which highlights one of key joys of the play; it’s exceptional casting.  The spat that would not die between Hank and Larry centered on Larry’s inability, in fact his refusal, to be faithful to Hank; who had left his wife and children to be with him.  Both James Lee as Larry and Ryan Reilly as Hank deliver a lot of honesty in their portrayals of what two people, who genuinely love one another, are willing to sacrifice to conquer an imposing barrier together. 

Denzel Tsopnang, William Marquez, James Lee and Jackson Evans in Windy City Playhouse’s The Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

Christian Edwin Cook’s characterization of Alan, Michael’s straight friend, proved the most surprising because of the voice director Carl Menninger chose for him to use.  He spoke with the diction and phrasing characteristic of blue bloods in the era when the Carnegies and Vanderbilts were flying high.  His speech alone set him apart from everyone else at the party.  Emory’s effeminacy however brought out his bile and even pushed him to violence.  His punishment:  he must remain at the party. 

Unfortunately, Tsopnang’s Bernard was the least developed of the eight central characters.  When Michael comes up with his insidious parlor game of calling the person you’ve always in your heart-of-hearts truly loved, and telling them your feelings for them, Bernard’s the first to gamely take up the challenge.  It was only then did we catch a tiny glimpse of his inner core.   By this time, everybody had had enough liquid courage to consider doing something so exposing and so ripe for humiliation.  Who Bernard chose to call was also marked by the kind of class and race disparities that shout futility. 

Jackson Evans and WIlliam Marquez in Windy City Playhouse’s The Boys in the Band, photo credit Michael Brosilow

Harold (Sam Bell-Gurvitz) had grandly made his infamous “32-year-old, ugly, pock marked Jew fairy” entrance by the time the game was in full swing.  Despite it ushering in the possibility of something positive for Larry and Hank, as it continues, the game seems to dredge up nothing but pain.  Michael’s adamancy about playing it turns pathological when you realize he’s the only one not drunk.  He’s been on the wagon for five weeks and therefore without an excuse for insisting that everyone take this wanton drive off a cliff.  When it back fires, sorrow for him does not exist.  And when he makes his plea like statement, “If we could just not hate ourselves so much”, you wonder why he doesn’t just direct that question to himself. 

Stonewall happened just one year after The Boys in the Band premiered off Broadway.  Led by a fistful of outraged fed-up drag queens, another landmark, gay pride, was born.  It’s fascinating to look at these two milestones side by side.  Whether you consider them a “before and after” or a continuum, they both are about community; with all the complexity the word embodies. 

Under Mr. Menninger’s enlightened direction, and mounted on Mr. Boles sensational set, Windy City’s staging of The Boys in the Band has proven a highpoint in the theater season.  It’s also an ideal example of how well an immersive approach to theater aids in fully absorbing a captivating story.

The Boys in the Band

Through April 19th, 2020

Windy City Playhouse

3014 Irving Park Rd.

Chicago, IL   60618

windycityplayhouse.com

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