Friday, October 6, 2017

'Sweeney' past and present: How The Encore's production ranks with earlier versions (and I bet they'll love the answer)

Sarah Briggs and David Moan

As regular readers may recall, I've said many times that Stephen Sondheim's Sweeney Todd is my all-time favorite musical. (I've also said that on alternate days of the week, my favorite is A Little Night Music, also a Sondheim classic. But we're focusing on the former today and not the latter.)

My love affair with the show began with a trip to Toronto in 1980 specifically to see the First National Tour starring the great Angela Lansbury as Mrs. Lovett. As you might expect, it was an amazing production and a memorable one, well worth the four-hour drive each way and an overnight hotel stay.

Since then, I've seen countless productions - some great, some so-so, and one or two I've mostly forgotten. But many local productions had their moments of excellence, too.

I'll never forget The (late, lamented) Abreact's 2007 production in its Greektown loft, slimmed down to a cast of 13 and one musician in order to fit the show into a space that actually was someone's living room. Although the overall character work was likely the best I've seen, many of the singing voices were not. Frank Sawa's "emotionally taut" performance as Sweeney, however, dominated the stage (which, given the fact that the audience was mere inches away, also needed to be tightly controlled, which it was), and I suspect this is when my deep respect for the work of Linda Rabin Hammel (as the Beggar Woman) really took off. (She and her husband, Mark, who was spectacular as Judge Turpin, had the best voices by far.)

Not to be outdone, the touring production that came to Detroit's Fisher Theatre in 2009 was also a slimmed down version - this time to only 10 performers. And those 10 also served as the show's musicians. It was an unusual concept to be sure, but one that was well executed. Most striking for me was the production's superb lighting design, which I said in my review was "so intuitive and expressive that it could almost be considered the show's 11th character." I've never seen the show lit so well.

And then we come to The Encore Musical Theatre Company, which apparently loves the show so much it's become its first-ever major revival. Both productions, as different as they are, are equally noteworthy. But is one better than the other?

Founding artistic director Dan Cooney stepped up to the plate first, with a 2009 production that dug "into the story's characters" to find "all sorts of gems to develop." And he succeeded at that quite well. Then he packed the show with "uniformly excellent singers" and hired Dan Walker to reconfigure the space to include "multiple levels, many doors, raised walkways across the left of the house and space above and behind the audience" to make adequate room for him and his 23 performers to work with.

But what performances he and musical director Tyler Driskill coaxed out of their cast! My highest praise was heaped upon Sara Litzsinger as Mrs. Lovett, which I sad was "my favorite interpretation since Angela Lansbury tackled the role a few decades back. Sure, she has a screw loose, but Litzsinger puts a lively spring in Lovett’s step, and wraps her in a sweet and charming goofiness that’s irresistibly delicious." And I meant it! (Litzsinger later won a Wilde Award for her performance.)

Walter ONeil's Sweeney was an interesting choice for the role. He "broods and allows his anger to bubble tightly inside, all the while waiting for the appropriate time to let it loose," I said in my review. "And what he lacks in height – he’s probably the shortest Sweeney I’ve ever seen – is far surpassed by a powerfully imposing, yet quiet intensity that always lurks behind his every glance."
And then there was Paul Hooper's dynamite performance as Judge Turpin, who to this day is still my all-time favorite in that role. (Now located on the West Coast, the uber-talented Hopper earned 13 Wilde Award nominations and two wins during his time here, which places him in a very elite company of theater artists.)

My only disappointments with the show had to do with "the artistic way in which the suddenly deceased" were removed from the barber shop and "the lack of blood - squirting or otherwise." So all in all, I thought it was a mighty fine effort from a young, first-year company trying to establish its reputation in the crowded Southeast Michigan/Washtenaw County market.

Apparently others thought so as well. Since only about one-third of new businesses survive until their 10th anniversary, I'd say The Encore Musical Theatre has certainly established strong roots since its inaugural season. And of all the shows from that year to revive, Sweeney Todd - as the most complicated, but maybe not the most popular decision sales-wise - is the one to pick if a producer's goal is to show off what they've learned in the intervening years. (Another production of Annie would make me shudder.)

So how does the current production compare to its predecessor? How's this for high praise: It's probably the best production I've seen so far at The Encore.

For starters, rarely have I seen such a large production - it has 21 actors and seven musicians - run with such clockwork precision. Director/choreographer Matthew Brennan's concept places the action on a factory floor, and every scene change flows like an assembly line, as people and set pieces enter, move about and exit in a most orderly fashion. One can almost see the conveyor belts above moving the actors across the stage, ensuring no one gets in another's way.

Even more striking are the automaton-like blank looks on the faces of the cast (the factory workers) as they set the stage - and more so when those not involved in a scene stare blankly ahead. Never is the focus lost, nor is attention drawn away from the action taking place around them. In fact, I found myself watching chorus members Gayle Martin and Dan Morrison quite a bit - they always seemed to end up somewhere in my direct line of vision - and never did I see their eyes wander or their faces show any expression other than robotic stares. And given the fact that Brennan's set design includes audience members sitting on the left and right sides of the stage, that's far more difficult to accomplish than what you might expect.

But once the chorus is called to duty as part of the story, they spring to life with great energy and their voices blend into delicious harmonies (which isn't always easy to accomplish with Sondheim's score), with the result being a fine effort by all involved.

The production's overall success, however, hinges on the performances of four specific actors. And here Brennan and The Encore acquit themselves quite well.

Keith Kalinowski, whose work I've enjoyed for several years, has the look, feel and voice to bring the terrible Judge Turpin to life. And Billy Eric Robinson wears the emotions of young Toby on his sleeve, the result of which breaks your heart.

But the most important relationship - and the one that has to work - is between Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett: If it's not believable, the story falls apart. And here's where Brennan's concept takes an unusual twist.

In many productions, Sweeney is portrayed as a man victimized by and obsessed with his past who is teetering on the brink of an explosion. He seethes; he's paces like a caged animal, or an animal on the hunt waiting to strike. His intensity is palpable and ever present.

Not so in The Encore's production. With angel-faced, innocent-looking David Moan in the role of Sweeney, such an approach would likely not work. Instead, it's a more measured interpretation; a more nuanced one. This is a Sweeney who is truly focused on his ultimate goal, which means he's very much in control of his emotions, and he's willing to wait till the time is right before he strikes.

This also makes him thoroughly oblivious to the romantic advances of Mrs. Lovett - and of all the productions of Sweeney I've seen over the decades, this dichotomy is best explored here.

Working within Brennan's concept, Sarah Briggs - who is now my all-time favorite Mrs. Lovett because of this production - has great fun digging into the nooks and crannies of the script to find every fiber of Mrs. Lovett's emotional state. Her Lovett uses every tool in the book to seduce her prey, but nothing seems to work. So one can't help but wonder: Does Sweeney really care for her? Or is he simply using her to accomplish his primary goal? It's an important question - and it's one that is far more obvious here than in many past productions.

The result, then, is this: Together and separate, Moan and Briggs are dynamite, each with an amazing voice and stage presence. And in one unforgettable moment - barely more than a flash - the audience was left with no doubt about the evil that resided in Sweeney's soul. 

But it's the music that most will ultimately remember - and hum for days after. So final kudos go to returning music director Tyler Driskill, who skillfully drove the production forward with a band that flawlessly executed Sondheim's brilliant score.

Is it a perfect show? No - but few are. Most of my quibbles with the opening night performance reflect minor irritants that were likely one-time problems, such as a few chorus members whose voices could be barely heard out in the audience during their solos; the twice-promised fog that didn't appear; a few instances of "pitchiness" that started out ensemble numbers; and what I figured were slow light cues that found characters walking into dark spots on stage.

I also had a few issues with a couple of directorial choices. Where was the "build" - the increasing intensity - as the murder count increased?  (They almost seemed to become routine, expected and humdrum.) Plus, there didn't seem to be a cohesive approach to how to "show" the bloody murders. (Sometimes the lights blazed red accompanied by an obnoxiously evil sound, while sometimes it was a bit different; a white light with one murder made no sense to me. Was this a design choice or a technical execution error, I wondered.)  And once again, how the bodies were disposed of didn't work for me.

All in all, though, The Encore's second go-round at staging the Sondheim classic is a slick and memorable one, quite possibly it's best show yet - and one that everyone involved with should be proud to add to their resume.

The Bottom Line: How The Encore will top this I don't know, but it'll be fun to watch! Happy 10th anniversary - and I wish you several decades more!

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street runs through Oct. 22 at The Encore Musical Theatre in Dexter. For complete schedule information, CLICK HERE.

To read my recent interview with Matthew Brennan and David Moan in Between The LinesCLICK HERE.

David Moan and Sarah Briggs

Monday, September 25, 2017

Life Sucks (but the play surely doesn't)

Arriving this past Friday night at Trenton's Open Book Theatre for a performance of "Life Sucks," which runs through Sept. 30, there was one thing I knew for sure: that actress Linda Rabin Hammell would give yet another excellent performance in whatever role she was about to portray. Even if the play sucked, I thought, she would at the very least be its high point.

Well, the play didn't suck. Far from it. In fact, it was quite entertaining and thought provoking. Heck, even the lighting design by 2015 Wilde Award winner Harley Miah generated numerous raves from theatergoers as they first walked in to the black box performance space - from me included.

As such, Hammell didn't have to bear the weight of the show on her shoulders. With seven Wilde Awards nominations and one win under her belt since 2006 (which places her in the elite top two-percent of all nominees over the past 16 years), Hammell is known for creating an amazing array of totally believable and fully realized (yet often-quirky) characters. She can now add her performance as Babs to her ever-growing list of memorable accomplishments.

But she wasn't alone.

Jonathan Davidson - a young actor whose stare could intimidate the devil, and who I once described to a friend as someone who "gleefully lurks around the dark corners of the stage" - is a more-recent favorite. As he's matured both in age and stage experience, so too have his performances, and as Dr. Aster, it shows. He's another whose work I try to catch whenever our schedules match.

And then I couldn't help but smile when I saw Mandy Logsdon's name in the program. Appearing more recently on my radar, she's what I'd call an "acting chameleon," as she easily morphs between loud, boisterous and bigger-than-life scene stealers who delightfully chew and spit out the scenery, to adorable young girls and women who ooze sweet tenderness. With but a simple glance or an almost-imperceptible change in facial expressions, Logsdon can warm or break your heart with equal skill. She does both in the role of Pickles.

Davidson and Logsdon, it should be noted, earned their first Wilde Awards nominations this year (with Davidson winning for best supporting actor in a play),* which means the show's acting credentials were quite impressive before the house even opened. But since producer Krista Schafer Ewbank is also a smart director, she doubled down and added a handful of other strong and talented actors to the mix - many of whom, I suspect, will be on critics' radar for future acknowledgement.

Not surprisingly, then, the entire cast was quite adept at and comfortable bringing to life a rather unusual, sometimes-oddly-fourth-wall-breaking adaptation of Anton Chekov's "Uncle Vanya." It's not an easy play to stage (or interpret), as one is never quite sure whether "Life Sucks" is a comedy or a drama. (With absurdist theater, it's rarely easy to tell.) And since patrons are initially caught off guard with the show's sprinkles of audience participation, it also leaves the actors vulnerable to the ever-changing whims and foibles of theatergoers who may or may not be comfortable being drawn into the act. (That's when improv skills come in mighty handy!)

So with talented actors, a smart director, excellent support by the technical designers and a tough, but intriguing script by Aaron Posner, my Friday night at the theater was quite an enjoyable one. And it reinforced an earlier observation that Open Book is a theater to be taken seriously by patrons and industry participants alike. I'm eagerly looking forward to watching as Ewbank and her young company continue to mature and assume a significant voice in our ever-changing theater scene.

The Bottom Line: Does life suck? Maybe. Maybe not; that's for you to decide. What surely does NOT suck, however, is Open Book Theatre's delightful opening show of its fourth season.

For complete show details, CLICK HERE.

For more about Open Book Theatre, CLICK HERE.

Photo credits:

Center: Joshua Brown as Vanya. Clockwise from Bottom Left: Jonathon Davidson as Aster, Taylor Morrow as Sonia, Dale Dobson as Professor, Caitlin Morrison as Ella, Linda Rabin Hammell as Babs and Mandy Logsdon as Pickles. Photo: Krista Schafer Ewbank

Foreground: Linda Rabin Hammel; Background: Taylor Morrow.

* CORRECTION: Since I'm the guy who managed the process to determine this year's Wilde Awards nominations and wins, you'd think I'd have gotten this sentence correct. Or at least made it clear who was nominated and who won. But, no: After moving a few sentences around a couple of times and rewriting a few others (and then forgetting to go back and update the rest), the initial version of this sentence led my readers down the wrong path. The information is correct now - and I offer my humblest apologies to one and all.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

Yes, change is in the air. As state theater executives learned this past Monday, I've decided it's finally time to sever all connections with and The Wilde Awards, two local institutions I co-founded over the past 16 years.

It was an amicable split, driven by directions in which the company is going that make me uncomfortable. However, I wish owner David Kiley well; financing has been a major problem since day one, and much of its budget has come out of his own pocket since he assumed control of the company. And so I thank him for his continued efforts on behalf of the theater community, a community that doesn't always appreciate the hard work done by others on its behalf. (I also thank him for putting up with me and the "hard-ass" positions I've taken throughout his time as owner. We might not have always agreed on things, but we have always agreed professionally and respectfully.)

So what does this mean for me and my future?

Between The Lines has invited me to return on a fairly regular basis to once again help increase its theater coverage with more previews and interviews, the first of which appeared a couple of weeks ago. I’ll be back with more stories in the coming weeks.

In addition, although my reviewing days are over (the unofficial count stands at 629, not including those I wrote for the Observer & Eccentric newspapers way back in the 1970s and early ‘80s), I plan to continue using this blog to share my thoughts on every show I see. These won't be formal reviews, but a mix of short and not-so-short write-ups that focus on whatever aspect or aspects of a production catch my attention. And so if I discuss a production you're involved with and you're not mentioned, please don't take it as a slight. Or that I didn't like your work. It simply means my focus was on something else and nothing more.

I'll also use this blog to chat about whatever else about the industry pops into my mind at any given moment.

Plus, I’m still continuing to investigate new and innovative ways to promote our theaters. But, as seen with both since its inception and a proposed online magazine Jenn McKee and I discussed with industry leaders a few months back, the stumbling block is always how to generate enough revenue to pay people for their time and keep the project afloat. So who knows what the future may bring.

Or I may finally hang up my "gone fishing" sign (despite the fact I hate fishing). We'll see.

But for now, I'll be back on Monday with my thoughts on Open Book Theatre's fourth-season opener. (Here's a spoiler warning for you: I recommend it!)

Thursday, September 14, 2017

A (nicely executed) revolution in the theater

In my not-so-humble opinion, one mark by which to judge the success of a playwright's work is whether or not it stimulates a theatergoer to think about or research the topics or characters discussed or featured therein. And that's precisely what happened last weekend after I attended a performance of Lauren Gunderson's "The Revolutionists" at Ann Arbor's spunky Theatre Nova.

For despite a few minor quibbles on my part, Gunderson's very creative, yet dark comedy about the French Revolution and its Reign of Terror - which starts with the sound of a guillotine, of all things - intrigued me enough to send me to my computer to learn more about the four women she brings together for an imagined encounter, which led to my uncovering a treasure trove of information a history lover like me will drool over for days.

And what interesting women they were!

In her play, Gunderson imagines what might happen if a controversial French feminist playwright is visited by a civic-minded murderess-to-be, a free black woman activist from what's now known as Haiti, and a well-known and somewhat-ditsy queen at a time when France was in the midst of major, world-changing cultural and political turmoil. All are there for reasons of their own, yet each is requesting the services of the playwright to create for them what could be their exit line from this mortal plane. (I won't spoil it for you, but since three of the characters are based on actual historical figures, quick research will reveal their fates and whether or not the statements were needed.)

The result is a script that is oftentimes quite witty (some of which seemed to go over the heads of the audience on the night I was there), yet cognizant of the perils these brave women faced. The carefully crafted dialogue is crisp, sharp and intelligent throughout, with each character carefully drawn and fully realized. And by play's end we certainly know who these women are, what they believe and how they fit into French society.

And how dangerous it was for a woman to speak out on the issues of the day!

However, I walked away from the performance unsure of and a little puzzled by what Gunderson's goal truly was. Is "The Revolutionists" a piece of artistic naval-gazing in which the playwright ponders the power of the written play and what impact such work may or may not have on society? Or is it a feminist manifesto (or propaganda piece) in which a light is shined on all of the world's ills then and now (from gender inequality to the wealth gap, and from privilege to slavery), yet with no message other than it would be a different world if women were in charge?

Was it a mix of the two? Or better yet: Did I simply miss the point?

What I didn't miss, though, was the performance everyone who has seen the show is raving about. After an astounding solo performance last year in Theatre Nova's production of "Katherine," 2016 Wilde Award nominee Melissa Beckwith returns with another tour de force, playing the historical Marie Antoinette. I've been a fan of Beckwith's work since I first saw her on the The Ringwald stage many years ago (or was it its progenitor, Who Wants Cake, at that point?), and she still has the chops to surprise and impress me. From the moment she first enters to the show's final moments, Beckwith fills the character with the larger-than-life traits one expects of this historical figure, yet with an emotional underpinning that reveals a depth and awareness one may not expect. If there's a performance to beat this season, this is it.

Also featured in the show are K Edminds as Marianne Angelle, Diane Hill as Olympe De Gouges, and Sara Rose as Charlotte Corday.

As fellow critic Jenn McKee stated in her review, "The Revolutionists" is a play that can't help but remind me of the productions staged by the now-defunct and very missed Performance Network, especially when director David Wolber and founding artistic director Carla Milarch were running things. (The only difference is the budget for the set, which I suspect would have been much higher in the good ol' days.) And that's high praise indeed!

THE BOTTOM LINE: I wouldn't be surprised if this weekend's closing performances will be sold out, so if you'd like to catch the show, I recommend you reserve your tickets now! You won't be disappointed!

For complete show details, CLICK HERE!

Sunday, September 3, 2017

A life's menagerie on display at Slipstream

Bailey Boudreau and Steve Xander Carson

A few weeks ago, as I was interviewing University of Michigan undergrad and up-and-coming playwright Maxim Vinogradov about his new work, A Night of Stars with Tennessee Williams that's now onstage at Ferndale's Slipstream Theatre Initiative, I couldn't help but think, "I've gotta check this show out." And that's what I did this past Saturday night - and I left afterwards impressed by both his script and the work of the actors who brought this difficult, yet intriguing story to life.

Set some undisclosed years after his death, Williams now holds court in Purgatory where he gives daily lectures to his fellow "residents" who want to hear stories about the playwright and his many famous friends. These chats, it seems, cover the same territory as the typical gossip magazine found on newsstands both then and now - which means nothing too personal and nothing too serious is discussed.

Tonight, however, is different, thanks to malfunctioning gadgetry Williams and his assistant, Edwina, use during his presentation. (To show you how well thought out this production is, the tech is consistent with what Williams would be familiar with during his lifetime.) So rather than the typical laugh-filled romp through his well-publicized life and times, Williams is instead forced to face some rather unpleasant thoughts and memories he'd rather keep hidden.

Purgatory, it seems, is not what Williams was expecting.

The play itself, however, surpassed my expectations.

Vinogradov - whose script has already been blessed with two impressive writing awards through U-of-M's prestigious Hopwood competitions - tackles his subject with a sharp scalpel, expertly scraping away layer upon layer of the persona Williams created for himself and the public. But the truth hurts, as the saying goes, and Vinogradov's extensive research and careful plotting help us to better understand the man behind the myth and how his inner demons played out in the stories he told upon the stage and silver screen - many of which we still cherish more than three decades after his death.

The result is a powerful tale well told - and a very human one.

But it's also a bitch to stage well and convincingly, as most of his characters are the famous and infamous whose voices, images and mannerisms are burnt into our collective memories.

And so choices have to be made: How far does the director go - in this case, Vinogradov co-directed the show with Victoria Rose Weatherspoon - in recreating these colorful characters?

Wisely, the co-directors kept the characters grounded in reality, never allowing them to rise to the point of caricature. Instead, each actor found the flavor of their characters through hours of research that they then used to build their interpretations.

That's especially visible when you watch Ryan Ernst as Truman Capote. Although he'd never appear in my Top Five Hundred People To Play Capote list - the two men are polar opposites in pretty much every way conceivable - the role affords Ernst a meaty opportunity to grow, expand and mature as as actor, and he certainly rises to the opportunity by capturing the idiosyncratic author's vocal characteristics and mannerisms quite well. But equally important is the dignity and respect he shows his character by portraying him as realistically as possible when it would be far easier to resort to stereotypes.

Another fascinating performance is given by Slipstream heart throb Steve Xander Carson. Playing the role of Williams' handsome, longtime lover Frank Merlo, Carson slips onto the stage as if he stepped out of a 1950's Life magazine and strikes a pose that would be familiar to anyone familiar with publications that catered to gay men of that era.

I could go on and on about the show's many fine performances, including Jan Cartwright as Edwina and Tiaja Sabrie as Williams' sister Rose (who will break your heart). And continuing its endeavor to give high school students a chance to earn some real-life stage experience while on their summer vacation, recent Wilde Award winner Jackson Abohasira captures a young Brando quite nicely, while Grace Jolliffe's Garbo and Hepburn made me smile, for example.

But the toughest nut to crack is that of Williams himself. He was a complicated man in real life with demons who haunted him till his death, and it's a many-layered role that runs the gamut of emotions. it's a role that took Slipstream artistic director Bailey Boudreau out of his comfort zone - so much so, he kept trying to get out of it. But Vinogradov would not hear of it, and he pressed the actor to keep at it.

To say that Boudreau succeeded would be an understatement. He too showed significant growth as an actor in this production, and his (and the show's) final 10-15 minutes will leave your heart in your throat and you'll be speechless as the lights go down for the last time.

That's how powerfully good this production is. And I predict great things will be forthcoming from the talented Mr. Vinogradov!

A Night of Stars with Tennessee Williams runs through Sept. 17. For show details, CLICK HERE!

To read my preview of the show, CLICK HERE!

Maxim Vinogradov and Bailey Boudreau

Monday, April 24, 2017

When faced with tough choices: How producers make decisions when blessed with great options

Center: Adriane Galea, surrounded by playwrights
 Michelle Jane Wilson, Matthew Buckley Smith,
Lewis J. Morrow and Jeff Stolzer

Seeing five shows over two days can be a bit much - even when those plays are presented as staged readings. But I couldn't resist when Adriane Galea afforded me the opportunity to serve as a judge at Outvisible Theatre Company's first-ever New Works Festival this past weekend in Allen Park.

As long-time readers may recall, I consider it a great honor to both call attention to and discuss the work of talented up-and-coming playwrights, as well as offer my thoughts on new plays staged by our theaters. And I've been blessed to share whatever insights I've had on dozens of new plays written by an ever-growing cadre of local playwrights whose work has graced our stages.

But Outvisible's festival was somewhat surprising, as out of the 320 or so scripts submitted, all five chosen were from playwrights outside Michigan. And even more surprising, four out of the five playwrights were in attendance.

The response was not what Adriane, Outvisible's founder and executive director, was expecting. But it turned out to be quite an event, as the subjects of the play were as different from one another as they could possible be. And the playwrights, as equally different as the works, were all enthusiastic participants in the lively discussions that followed each performance, each willing to consider the feedback they received.

Although some last-minute cast changes resulted in a handful of uneven performances, each of the five plays was well received by the audience. Two are ready to be fully produced, in my humble opinion, while two require only minor adjustments. And as Adriane told me during the festival, the plays she liked best after initially reading them were replaced by others once they got on stage.

That, in a nutshell, is the value of such a festival. Although the scripts aren't fully produced but staged with only one or two rehearsals, the concept allows both playwrights and producers to see what works and what doesn't, what makes sense and what doesn't, and what needs fixing and what doesn't. In other words, staged readings serve two basic purposes: to give playwrights an opportunity to receive a professional reading of their work, and to provide producers a chance to assess how successful a script may be if added to their schedule.

For Adriane and Outvisible, this was a festival blessed with literary riches - which made it quite difficult to choose a winner (which would ultimately be given a full production at some point in the next season).

So what was the ultimate factor that determined which play would be chosen? It simply came down to one thing: Outvisible's performance space.

Now in its inaugural season, Outvisible performs in an intimate, black-box space the size of a living room found in a typical 1950s ranch. As such, plays that require elaborate sets and scene changes are difficult to manage, and even a half-dozen actors on stage at the same time would be far too much of a crowd to adequately move around in a meaningful way.

And so with that in mind, Adriane's decision came down to this: Which of a handful of excellent possibilities would work best in her space.

And the winner was Unsportsmanlike Conduct by New York-based Jeff Stolzer, a decision I fully supported.

But what of the others? Personally, I can think of a handful of theaters where The One Difference by Lewis J. Morrow would be a perfect fit. (It's also immediately ready to be produced.) Likewise, once a few script changes have been made, Matthew Buckley Smith's The Major, The Minor, The Living, The Dead and Michelle Jane Wilson's That's Him would work quite well at several local theaters. The trick, now, is to introduce these playwrights to the appropriate artistic directors to see if they can make theatrical magic together.

I hope that happens.  Soon.

To find out more about Outvisible Theatre Company, click here.

PS: In a conversation after the festival, it was fun to discover that Minnesota-based playwright Michelle Jane Wilson is actress Inga Wilson's aunt. It IS a small world after all!

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Chilling story, excellent performances in Williamston

You know an audience is captivated by and fully engulfed in a performance when an audible gasp or the sound of air being sucked out of the room is heard every time a character is subjected to a round of torture. And that was certainly the case at last night's performance of the excellent 1984 at Williamston Theatre whenever Winston Smith (played with horrifying accuracy by actor David Wolber) is given an electric shock to teach him the error of his ways - especially throughout the second act's climactic moments.

Wolber's is but one of several spot-on perfect performances in director Tony Caselli's dark, scary and thought-provoking production of George Orwell's famous 1949 novel that's received a lot of attention in recent months thanks to one of the most contentious presidential elections of my lifetime. And while Michael Gene Sullivan's adaptation captures the book's high points quite well (from what I can remember; I last read the book about 40 years ago), what I watched most closely and was most fascinated by were the facial expressions and body language expressed by each of the characters throughout the performance.

Why? Because Caselli, who's received 13 Wilde Award nominations for his past directorial efforts and earned five wins, is among the elite handful of directors I've observed over the years who digs deeply into his scripts with a fine eye towards discovering the subtleties and nuances planted in the script by the playwright. And then he works closely with his actors to use what he's found to add to the complexities of their performances.

And that's certainly what happened with 1984, as it's not always what's said that matters, but rather what's occurring in the minds of the various characters. That's especially true of the show's final moments. Are some of the party members beginning to see through the lies they've been told by Big Brother? Have the seeds of doubt been planted for a future revolution?

Catch one of the show's final performances this weekend and look closely at the faces of the Party Members. And notice their body language: Has anyone's changed since the show's first act?

And see if you agree that John Lepard - one of the community's nicest guys, in my opinion - isn't one scary dude in this show!

The Bottom Line: Dramas have become few and far between in recent years (although the trend has been changing a bit recently), but if you like challenging work that makes you think about the issues being addressed long after the curtain comes down, I strongly suggest you check out this production.

1984 closes April 23. Production details can be found here.

PS: To help drive an earlier point home, it should be noted that Caselli is currently the #1 recipient of Wilde Awards in the state, with a total of seven. Yeah, he's that good!