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Hamilton Aging Beautifully in Chicago

December 24, 2017 by K.J. Stone

“He’s a genius” kept passing peoples lips when the lights went up for intermission at Hamilton in the old Schubert Theater last night.  Even the jaded and sophisticated had to nod to agreement.  That one man could both write and compose such a feat of ingenuity strains comprehension.
The Chicago company of Hamilton

Despite being a well-seasoned two-year-old, the musical retains every bit of its freshness and edge.  The superb script and exceptional acting were completely expected.  Other performance surprises that took the play from spectacular to great were not.

 

Among the 11 Tony awards the musical received last year, Andy Blankenbuehler’s choreography was one of them.  Charged with recreating that dance magic in Chicago, Michael Balderrama, resident choreographer for the Chicago show, appears to have exceeded all expectations.  The dancing became another character on the stage that responded, moved, mirrored and accentuated both the dialog and the action of the play.  Dancers in the ensemble took precision to soaring heights; making the choreography flow like living silk.

 

A moving circle imbedded in the stage turned out to be yet another unexpected star of the show.  Spinning slowly like a record on a turntable, it brought another layer of visual dimension to the performance and added a fascinating visual experience.

Ari Asfar and Miguel Cervantes attend curtain call

 

Opening in a beautiful musical cadence, the play unfurled to introduce characters and set the pace of the show.  The sense of excitement planted during that beginning never flagged.

 

Miranda understands that regardless of our individual gifts, talents, levels of ambition or the dimensions of our egos, we are all human.   And as people, we are all flawed.  He brought his interpretations of the people he read about in Ron Chernow’s biography and turned his understanding of them into flesh, bones, heart and soul.  And, as everyone knows, he did it in voices that come straight off the streets of present day America with actors who look much like the people you’ll find on any downtown street of a thriving city.

 

Talking to her husband, a woman sitting to the right said, “he’s being portrayed as a hard ass”.  She was right, to a point.  Hamilton had something to prove and was doggedly ambitious.  That kind of personality gets noticed and resented.  It’s a major reason why his mentor; later to become his arch rival, Aaron Burr, advised him, “Talk less, smile more”.  Of course he didn’t.  Greatness often only listens to itself and Hamilton wasn’t about “to waste his shot”.

 

Miguel Cervantes’ Hamilton had all the hutzpah of a gifted striver.  A brilliant and prolific wordsmith, Hamilton’s pen was as adroit at shaping opinion as his tongue.  For someone who wasn’t born in this country and whose family connections were non-existent, those who thought themselves better suited for recognition and political distinction bristled at the rawness of his determination.  Those rivalries and side trips into political intrigue were turned out to be added gloss that added to the play’s brilliance.  Not only was the intensity of the conflicts starkly drawn, the characters themselves were equally well developed. 

 

Alexander Gemignani, outrageous and erudite in his role as King George, was an instant hit as he amped up the pomp while spewing humorous vitriol concerning the wayward colonies in the Americas.   But behind those clever lines was incalculable loathing that helped reveal the delicate and tenuous health of a fledgling democracy.

Alexander Gemignani as King George

Hamilton’s feud with Thomas Jefferson took on a very high public profile.  And the energy of their enmity was accentuated with color blind casting.  Not only did a black actor portray Jefferson, he expressed himself with grit, as well as eloquence, and employed street sass to embellish his intellectual arguments.  Cervantes’ Hamilton did the same thing making them cerebral equals and fearsome adversaries.

 

Private stories happen within public ones and the nature of Hamilton’s private life proved pivotal in understanding the man.  And it was in this realm that women captivated.  The play gave them depth and intelligence as well as compassion and forgiveness.  Ari Afsar as Hamilton’s wife Eliza was like iron that refused to melt after weathering the loss of an only son and her husband’s infidelity.  And Montego Glover as her sister, Angelica Schuyler, placed in high relief the formidability of two highly intelligent focused minds.

 

The play was top heavy with many splendid individual performances.  The duel culminating Hamilton was simply the brandy marinated heritage cherry complimenting the final taste of a superb Manhattan.

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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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Stellar Tribute Performance at Pritzker Theater

November 22, 2017 by Greg Threze Leave a Comment

No Blue Memories: The Life of Gwendolyn Brooks played to a packed house Saturday night.  The play, commissioned by the Poetry Foundation to commemorate Gwendolyn’s Brooks centennial year, proved both ambitious and highly successful in its effort to express the breath of the poet’s impact on city of Chicago and the country.
photo by John J. Kim, courtesy of the Chicago Tribune

Staged in Harold Washington Library’s spacious Cindy Pritzker Theatre, the meticulous detail marshalled to plan and execute the play was clearly evident from the outset.  Flawlessly choreographed, it was live theatre, live musical performance and technologically advanced puppetry all mashed up in an enchanting literary stew that took most of the year to create.

 

Rarely do you feel such an air of anticipation waiting for a performance to begin.  The sense that something special was about to happen pervaded the auditorium.  Scanning the audience, its youthfulness and diversity was startling and likely a testament to Brooks’ legacy of emphasizing our shared humanness.

 

According to co-writer, Eve Ewing, this production is “for people who know her very well, know her work, know her a little, know nothing … wherever you enter, we will meet you and you will walk out having gotten something — hopefully”.

Eve Ewing discussing the play’s trailer video, photo by John J. Kim, CTribune

If you know Brooks’ work at all, No Blue Memories is a reminder of her greatness as a person as well as a writer.  If you don’t know her at all, the play is an introduction and appreciation for an amazingly gifted individual whose tenacity, humility and self-possession set her apart as much as did her art.  Because she made her home here in Chicago, many in the city are still well acquainted with her achievements:  Pulitzer Prize winner, Poet Laureate, esteemed consultant to the Library of Congress and the recipient of countless honors recognizing the stature of her work.

 

As the play demonstrates through song and creative puppetry, she got there through talent and determination.  Brooks had something to say to and about the world and began submitting work at an extremely precocious age.  Her first poem, Eventide was published when she was 13.  By the time she was 16, she had more than 75 poems published.  Her poetic gifts knew no limits in range or style.

Puppeteer N. LaQuis Harkins in rehearsal (photo Michelle Kanaar / Chicago Tribune)

The play’s creators made sure No More Blues imparted a strong flavor of her prolific output but always with the understanding that it is what she was saying that was most important.  Her material came from her life living in Bronzeville and looking out of the window of her second-floor apartment. Her understanding of what it took to survive, adapt, and succeed in a place that did not recognize one’s full worth because of the color of her skin came first hand.  And she spoke about it with a beauty and eloquence that remains peerless.

Nate Marshall who wrote No More Blues in conjunction with Ms. Ewing, made Brooks’ voice the glue that held the production together.  But the action and life of the play came through in the stunning puppetry employed to dramatize her past and explain the resonance of her appeal to the present day.

Puppeteer Eunice Woods during performance (photo Jose M. Osorio / Chicago Tribune)

Charged with puppet design, Drew Dir and Liz Breit of Manual Cinema projected silhouettes from the back of the stage onto a large screen at stage center.  The effect was one of very clearly watching people conduct the business of day-today life behind a window shade.  Highly creative staging allowed live actors to appear in the front of the stage and then disappear in the back to merge or blend into the actions of the puppets.  The motion and dynamism of the performance induced pure wonder.

 

Music opening the performance and threading through its core had the distinct sound of youth and the unmistakable sound of now.  Jamila Wood and Ayanna Wood created a mellow score that rang with a jazzy hipness.  Both also carried a high profile in the music’s performance as well.

Gwendolyn Brooks at her typewriter, photo courtesy of the Library of Congress

It was the incorporation of so much youthfulness on the stage that added to its relentless vitality. Highlighting Brooks’ influence on the black poets during the late 60’s and the Black Power Movement, a time that witnessed Brooks’ own embrace of a new political consciousness, possessed all of the relevance of this evening’s newscast.  The same issues that galvanized the black community 50 years ago unite it today.  It was Brooks’ uniquely perceptive interpretation of those times and events, as well as those that preceded and followed them, that showed how her mind was able to dive far below the superficial to find wisdom as well as truth in verse.

 

No More Blues:  The Life of Gwendolyn Brooks

November 17 – November 19

Cindy Pritzker Theater

Harold Washington Library

400 S. State St.

Chicago IL  60605

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Jazzy Terrace Tales

August 6, 2017 by K.J. Stone

Some go high

Given the number of people who regularly show up at Tuesdays on the Terrace, the Museum of Contemporary Art’s weekly treat of free jazz during summer, you can’t call it an undiscovered treasure. By 6:30pm, it’s usually teeming.   Deceptively large and divided into several tiered levels, the space meanders peacefully over an acre of developed and natural grounds.

 

The terrace proper is just a short walk directly opposite the museum’s front door.  It’s a handsome place to sit around a table with friends and take in a scene that, in many ways, can be considered posh.  Set on the south end of the terrace, it’s a world unto itself. Food and drink concessions anchor the north end.

Some go low

Another less casual “room” sits just over a wall.  Chairs are set up in rows and push your attention to the stage, a good distance in front of you and just to the right.  Sitting there, it’s all about the music as strategically placed speakers bring the stage to you.

Stairway to heaven

The lawn, where picnic blankets and committed chill abound, lies immediately west.  Even at its busiest there’s not a hint of things stifling or congested. Here, the music simply accents the vibe.   If it’s a particularly well attended show, the wide stairs leading down to it are often lightly carpeted in people.

 

And then there’s the section for the jazz junkies.  They take up their positions in colorful seating right in front of the stage.  On the first day of August, there were no vacant slots at show time.  This crowd takes no chances and probably arrived at 4.  To their credit, they were grandly rewarded for snagging the best seats in the house that evening.

 

Dee Alexander, a Chicago native and stellar vocal artist delivered a show worthy of a hot night at Minton’s back in the day.  When jazz rocks, fireworks ensue. Accompanied by her A team, Miguel de la Cerna on piano, Junius Paul on bass and Yussef Ernie Adams beating the sticks, Ms. Alexander and the band jumped out scorching with their version of Perdido.   From there they kept the tempo on a rolling boil with an occasional dip into soft reflection to keep a little balance.

Jazz vocalist, Dee Alexander

Drawing heavily from her own noteworthy CDs, Songs My Mother Loved and Wild is the Wind, Ms. Alexander switched tempo from her studio work and took it uptown.  The affect was one of power, speed and astonishing flow.  An unfettered flight in the joy of making music.

 

When Isaiah Collier appeared out of nowhere to further inflame an already smoking rendition of Afro Blue with his solo sax, the second set locked in the gold standard of performance exceptionalism.  For those in the inner bubble, energy and hearts soared.

 

Taking it there.

Fashion ruled off stage.   And the ladies weren’t the only ones upping the ante.  Guys went from high bohemian to pressed and polished perfection.  Women showed a strong preference for linen in all manner of color and cuts as long as it was as stylish as it was comfortable. And there were plenty of other highly fashionable tributes to summer on the feet as well as on peoples’ backs.  The variety of personal expression was thrilling as it usually is at this venue.

 

At this outdoor party, cosmopolitan and sophistication click together as finely as the pistons in a Ferrari.

 

Tuesdays on the Terrace

5:30 pm – 8:00 pm

Museum of Contemporary Art

220 E. Chicago Ave.

312-280-2660

 

https://mcachicago.org/Programs/Music/Tuesdays-On-The-Terrace

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Time to Get Ready: Revisiting Courage Through the Lens of Maria Varela

July 4, 2017 by Gladys Anson

About to fold camp in one of city’s many unheralded treasures, the Civil Rights Photography of Maria Varela has a mere four weeks left at the National Mexican Arts Museum in Pilsen; ending its five-month run.   Varela, a native Chicagoan baptized in activism in high school, captured images that freeze history and drip with intimacy.  The sight of Stokely Carmichael in hot and close quartered conversation with two men in front of a grocery store shows what it means to organize a liberation movement more than words could ever do.  I wish I could say there are scores of such images in the exhibition.  Maybe it’s their limited number that makes them so precious.  Each has its own beauty and power.  Some even tilt toward abstraction when considering Varela’s view of a plantation road.  It’s Ansel Adams meets Stephen King; stark and foreboding.

 

All of Varela’s work is in black and white.  And in much of it, her subjects allow her to get close enough to see and show their souls.  As a 23 year old in 1963 she received an invitation to join the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) where she helped create a voter literacy program.  One of her mentors was the astonishing Ella Baker; now finally acknowledged as one of the pillars of the civil rights movement.  Two years in, Varela was also SNCC’s only woman staff photographer.

 

By 1968, Ms. Varela also received and accepted an invitation to join the Land Grant Movement in New Mexico whose mission was to restore ancestral lands and cultural practices.  Here too she took her camera to chronicle what liberation looks like from a native American perspective.  The images remain immediate and electric in their depiction of unrelenting resolve and commitment.  They too are represented in this marvelous exhibit.

 

Time to Get Ready: Fotografia Social closes July 30.

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Murakami Exhibit Majestic at MCA

June 12, 2017 by Gladys Anson

 

Very few people would likely think of the word “power” when considering the work of Takasi Murakami.  This is the man whose renown is wrapped up in anime and comic books (manga).  And for creating the marvelous artwork on the cover of Kanye West’s Graduation album showing a teddy bear being blasted out of a canon.  And for sprinkling vibrant color on Louis Vuitton bags.  None of these things are powerful. They’re fun.

 

In the Museum of Contemporary Art’s current exhibition of the artist work spanning over 30 years and heavily represented with current projects, you get it all.   From his early works that beautifully reflect classical forms in Japanese art, to that mouse head known as Mr. DOB; who looks like Mickey Mouse’s rich and eccentric first cousin and functions as Mr. Murakami’s alter ego.  Always cute and sunny in his earliest iterations, Mr. DOB has evolved into taking on moods and personalities that can verge on the haunting and sinister.  He’s growing up.

 

Mr. Murakami is an artist who believes and persuasively insists that the worlds of fine art and commercialism can exist in the same painting.  Working from that mindset, he creates visions that can stop you in your tracks.  Much of his more current work, incorporating religious and sacred themes, can even inspire quiet awe.  Nothing like the religious art of the Western world, these images resemble fantasy to the American and European eye.  Resplendent with dazzling colors and exquisite craftsmanship, they project power that verges on invincibility and make the grotesque beautiful.

 

Take for example his arhads.  In the Buddhism, arhads resemble priests.  They absorb pain and dispense wisdom.  Over the ages, this depleting process exacts a cost.  A physical one that leaves the arhads, after millennium of service, bizarrely misshapen and spent.  There are hundreds of them.  And you don’t have to look closely to see that each is his own individual.  The 100 Arhads is a work that is now considered one of the high marks of Mr. Murakami career.  Mounted in panels over 6’ tall with elaborate adornment and set in the midst of fantastic imagery, Murakami depicts them in a vista that runs over 30 feet long.  They are like Times Square on a clear summer night.  Bright to the point of brilliant and impossible to absorb in a single glance.  In fact, the closer you look, the more richly you’ll be rewarded.  Sumptuous detail lies in wherever your eye lands.  The paintings writhe with intricacy.

 

Adding to the sense of the incredibly possible, MCA’s Murakami exhibit also includes two extraordinary sculptures.   Symbolizing the start and end of the universe, they stand like massive sentinels.  They are George Lucas meets samurai aggression.  Massive, standing over 9 feet tall, the two statues are known as the Embodiment of “Un” and the Embodiment of “A”.  They are strength incarnate with the heads of demons on the bodies of Hercules. No photographic image can do them justice and it is advisable to view them from behind as well as face on to fully appreciate the power they embody.

 

 

TAKASHI MURAKAMI

THE OCTOPUS EATS ITS OWN LEG

Featuring a never-before-seen monumental masterpiece

June 6 – September 24, 2017

$12 recommended

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Mix at 6 a Must

May 19, 2017 by Gladys Anson

Despite it being around a couple of years now, Harris Theater’s Mix at Six doesn’t seem to have been fully discovered yet.  If it had, its 1500 seats would have been brimming over like beer suds on a frosted glass Thursday night.

 

In its coupling of Happy Hour to the performing arts, they’ve hit on a clever and fun way to lubricate, feed and culturally enrich the urban beast all at the same time.

 

The performance program varies in each of its six or so offerings through the year.  Thursday night featured advanced dance students from the Chicago Academy of the Arts.  Classed as conservatory bound pre-professional performers, the only expectations were that they’d be very young and very good. More about that in a second.

 

Prior to the show, the Happy Hour portion of the evening verged on raucous since everyone seemed to be in such high spirits.  Revolution Brewing kept the beer following (the first glass was free with your admittance stub).  Cocktails and wine were also available as well as some impressive “grazeables” from a few of the city’s more prominent food trucks.  No worries if you didn’t finish everything by the time the show started.  You can take it in with you.

 

Chicago can claim an assortment of fine stages showcasing dance.  MCA’s small jewel of a stage comes to mind as well as the Auditorium’s expansive beauty.  Comfortable seats, great sight lines and an industrial chic mood make the Harris a standout as well.

 

In an all too brief 60-minute performance, the company of dancers presented six pieces; most of them banging with energy and all of them reflecting the precision, discipline and confidence of seasoned pros.  Exclusively comprising students, the dancers were more diverse than true dance companies.  Radiating youth, a number of them stood out because of the sheer extravagance of their natural gifts.  Evan Boersma consistently drew the eye with a grace that didn’t seem possible and an elasticity that resembled flowing water.  Sasha Bass – Ulmer seemed confined in her solo intended as a tribute to the great Chicago pioneer for women’s suffrage and civil rights, Ida B. Wells.  We had to settle for mere elegance and beauty.

 

Closing with a piece called Thunder and accompanied live by Chicago street performers, the Bucket Boys, dancers and musicians meshed into a single entity that throbbed with  extraordinary sound and captivating visuals.  Who knew plastic buckets could rise to orchestral drama and that artists so young could match that drama so beautifully in dance.  The standing ovation that followed?  Heartfelt and vigorous.

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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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