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Chaotic, Melodramatic, Western Musical Seeks an Audience that Can Keep Up

26 Friday Apr 2013

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Once Upon a Time 6X in the West (Photo: Andrew Tat)

Once Upon a Time 6X in the West (Photo: Andrew Tat)

I knew nothing walking into Once Upon a Time 6X in the West at the University of Washington  Jones Playhouse (through April 28; tickets) except that Artistic Director of On the Boards, Lane Czaplinski, was a “co-conceiver” of the piece. (They had me at Lane, as it were.) What followed was a performance that defies traditional norms of theatre while exploring the classic and new voices in performance theory and style.

The title actually says a lot. This a Western. It’s a musical. It’s going to be performed in a variety of ways. Sometimes it makes sense. Sometimes it doesn’t. And sometimes, it makes a kind of sense the way that a child’s story kind of  makes sense even if it involves a lot of tangential information and subplots that distract from your black hat/white hat characters, and aliens.

In typical Western style, we are introduced to a hard-nosed criminal, El Gaucho (Patrick Baxter), the last man standing in a saloon fight gone wrong. He makes a choice to save the only other survivor — a baby girl. El Gaucho turns from the life of crime to raise her. But, alas alack, she’s kidnapped. (It happens.)

The years pass and the story continues with daughter Lil (immaculate Sylvia Kowalski) and papa trying to reunite. In the process Lil meets a slew of vagabonds and, of course, whores cause she’s a chick in the West. And there’s musical numbers. ‘Cause there are. The script alone is filled with melodrama and camp, which would make anyone with a soul happy enough, but director and writer Jeffrey Fracé  applies his own academic twist.

The story is broken into six acts (though they are all relatively short) and every act has a “style” or generator of a theatrical movement associated with it. There are well-known names like Peter Brook, Growtowski, The Wooster Group, and the absolutely amazing Gob Squad (which of course you saw at On The Boards a few months back because you were a smart, smart person).

These sections of storytelling shift between moving and purposefully melodramatic with long nods and nudge, nudges at their inspirations. Particular moment of note in the first act would be the Growtowski-intoning style in “Home in Babylon” and the overly articulated character movements especially for the Madam (Mary Hubert).

There’s also a Mabou-Mines (who I won’t pretend I know) section, which ended Act One and a Robert-Wilson (of Einstein on the Beach fame) section, which started Act Two. Their placement is a disservice to the story and therein lies the problem with Once Upon a Time 6X in the West. These creators, brilliant in their own right, do not apply well to a traditional, linear story structure. More than that, they just appeared to be less fun. When these acts occur, the whole audience appeared to go into a sleepy trance. It killed the momentum and mostly lost whatever story remained.

I’m guessing this lack of momentum is why they thankfully chose to end the show with back-to-back Wooster Group and Gob Squad/Ridiculous Theatrical Company acts. The energy shift on stage was enough to refocus the audience even if it was a rapey-scene that used the phrase “pig fuck” repeatedly.

However, the sigh of relief didn’t last long. Just like Gob Squad, they picked people out of the audience to act the roles in one of the last scenes. (I was suddenly very happy to be sitting in a difficult-to-reach area.) Unlike with Gob Squad, you are not eased into audience participation and the tension that came from many patrons trying to make themselves very small was nerve-wracking. Despite the odds, it worked even if it didn’t hit the same emotional tenor Gob Squad achieved.

But it’s in the final moments with video projections of Lil that you not only get to see Kowalski shine, but also find the heart of Once Upon a Time 6X in the West. This movie moment and the song “What’s After Goodbye” which followed were absolutely touching. There the play should have ended. But it didn’t. The real ending was muddled and unnecessary and long considering “What’s After Goodbye” sounded very much like a closing song.

The nice thing about university theatre productions is that the audience is usually on board for a spectacle they’d never see at a “traditional” theatre. Universities and colleges don’t have to worry about subscribers in the same way that non-profit theatres do. (I still hear patrons talk about walking out of the Sarah Kane play performed at ACT a few years ago, or canceling their subscriptions over “questionable artistic choices” for others.) Universities can take risks; so I’m pleased when they actually do instead of choosing another performance of Neil Simon or [insert some other irrelevant playwright here]. 

But university productions face a different question: Does it stand on its own past an academic lens? In the case of Once Upon a Time 6X in the West the answer is, enh. It’s unusual and interesting, but the tone of it is more like a grad student’s senior thesis in theory exploration rather than a compelling night of theatre. Though entertaining and even thought-provoking at times, its scattered historical trek through brilliant theatremakers does not always serve its story or the styles to which it pays homage. One is left with the impression that while the production tried to seek its own style through the exploration of others, somewhere it got drunk in the saloon and forgot to forge its own path in the wilderness.

See the World Through K.’s Eyes at New Century’s Creepy, Erotic “Trial”

10 Wednesday Apr 2013

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 Darragh Kennan and Alexandra Tavares in NCTC’s The Trial (Photo: Chris Bennion


Darragh Kennan and Alexandra Tavares in NCTC’s The Trial (Photo: Chris Bennion

Once in a while Seattle theatre surprises my jaded, fed-up sensibilities with a production so wonderful and necessary that I can hardly find any fault in it. Unsurprisingly, the newest production to make the list comes from New Century Theatre Company, a theatre company I take as seriously as my southern brethren take communion. The Trial (at INScape through April 28; tickets) is an immersive, magical production with a slew of talented artists on stage and pulling strings; a production that everyone will be talking about come next week, if they’re not already.

In a new adaptation from Kenneth Albers, Kafka’s play technically opens with Joseph K. (Darragh Kennan) seemingly under arrest with no knowledge of what crime he’s committed, who’s accused him, or why he’s being interrogated in his own home. However, the production starts well before that with cast seating audience members in small groups, asking them to line up in boxes, and leading them to seats via a circuitous path, all the while repeating “Don’t touch the red curtain” (that is impossible not to touch because it’s lining the narrow alley way).

There are many other touches to this pre-show ritual including an overhead speaker that talks to you in a pseudo calming voice about what you can and can’t do. But even in that there are contradictions, purposeful and precise, to affirm that you are about to see something very different. Take note: You are being watched. Blow your nose before the curtain pulls back.

Kennan’s Joseph K. is a desperate everyman, without agency or wisdom, striving to learn something he can’t quite grasp. Amy Thone as the ball-breaking, aging attorney Sophie Kleist simultaneously aggravates and delights — especially as she figure-eights around K. in her motorized wheel chair.  And Alexandra Tavares’ Titorelli is so funny, wry, and a little dirty that I long to hear her say “jyes” one more time.

These performances are standouts, but there was no weak link in the cast, or the design. Robertson Witmer’s sound is haunting and terrifying (full disclosure: we chat on Twitter). Witmer’s sound is accompanied by an incredibly creative lighting design by Geoff Korf who utilized flashlights and practicals for ghostly and eerie atmosphere.

Under the direction of John Langs (and thanks to that impeccable adaptation by Albers), The Trial delivers a play of contradictions, metaphor, hyper-realism, and cleavage — lots and lots of cleavage. Unlike other shows where the cleavage would just be an added, “sex sells,” and hardly a plot point worth note, the choice in this production actually works. In Joseph K.’s head we can only view women two ways: 1.) sexy creatures he’d (we’d) like to bone but likely won’t even talk to outside of work, and 2.) matronly women who take charge of his (our) situation for him so he doesn’t have to take responsibility for himself.

The story can be interpreted in a number of ways and while I could invoke several historical figures and moments I thought of during the production (Rasputin is on the list), the joy of The Trial is in seeking your own meaning. There are countless metaphors, allusions, and of course contradictions. Many of these make no sense. Many of them make perfect sense. All of them are a tad pretentious. And all are a little bit brilliant. So make of them what you will.

Let me put it another way. Imagine The Trial is a door. No one is stopping you from going through that door except little nagging feelings of doubt because you’ve been been burnt before going through other doors, bad doors, waste-of-time doors. Ignore those sonsofbitches and open this damn door.

Theater Schmeater Takes on McDonagh’s Brutal “Behanding in Spokane”

14 Thursday Feb 2013

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Hannah Mootz, Corey Spruill, and Brandon Ryan in A Behanding in Spokane (Photo: D Hastings)

Hannah Mootz, Corey Spruill, and Brandon Ryan in A Behanding in Spokane (Photo: D Hastings)

Published at The Sunbreak on February 14. 

What would you do to have an appendage returned? Would you kill for it? Would you keep appendages belonging to other people in your suitcase as a growing reminder that there are millions of missing limbs in the world, and none of them are yours? These are the questions posed by Theater Schmeater‘s A Behanding in Spokane (through February 23; tickets). And when I say “posed” I actually mean hacked-away-by-train.

Martin McDonagh’s play looks at a roughneck, racist desperately trying to find his hand that a group of redneck hooligans heartlessly removed via an oncoming train many years previous. Obviously, it’s a comedy, if you like your comedy in McDonagh style with macabre sensibilities.

Directed by Peggy Gannon, A Behanding in Spokane is uncomfortable and delightful, much like reading internet comments or spending time on Reddit. Gordon Carpenter as the handless Carmichael is low and fierce, with a sick determination to blow people up and reclaim what’s rightfully his. (Having once interrogated my sisters over a missing a shoe, I completely understand his ferocity and pyromania.)

Hannah Mootz and Corey Spruill as the out-of-their-element couple plotting to scam Carmichael (with a hand that’s clearly not his) have that just-awkward-enough chemistry to believe they’d try to pull a fast on a psychotic person. (Silly you.) Brandon Ryan’s portrayal of the hotel receptionist, Mervyn, who just wants to be the hero (albeit,  for the wrong reasons), continually fails at barely being a stand-up guy making him fantastically creepy throughout.

And though I’m loath to be that  person who quotes the director’s note, I really enjoyed Gannon’s comments (dare I say, defense?) on comedy in the program: “In tragedy, people die; but in comedy, they have to go on living. Dude. That’s some serious shit.” Yes. Yes, it is.

Typical McDonagh, no one’s the hero, everyone’s stupid, and it’s always too soon (and yet, not too soon) to make Columbine references. In the course of an evening, A Behanding in Spokane delivered cringes, chuckles, guffaws, and at least one “Ew.” And yes, it’s the perfect date for that romantic, hand-seeker in you. One hand up. Or, something.

“Undo” at Annex Theatre on Things You Can’t Take Back

31 Thursday Jan 2013

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Mark Waldstein as Abe and Sydney Andrews as Rachel in Undo at Annex (Photo: Ian Johnston)

Mark Waldstein as Abe and Sydney Andrews as Rachel in Undo at Annex (Photo: Ian Johnston)

Published at The Sunbreak on January 31.

There’s a lot to love about the simplicity and wit of Holly Arsenault’s Undo (at Annex Theatre through Feb 16; tickets). In an alternate world — where in order to divorce someone in the eyes of God, you must first go back through your wedding ceremony in reverse — Undo creates an incredibly believable universe that would make weddings a lot more entertaining, you know, if you were into schadenfreude.

Written by Holly Arsenault, Undo looks at Rachel and Joe’s unraveling as they attempt to answer the questions of their un-wedding — should I get stoned (yes), will we be penalized by God for using a different florist (maybe), am I wearing the same underwear I was three years ago (thank god, no). Filled with utter sadness at times coupled with dry and dark humor, the unspecial day features secrets, confessions, and a truly awkward (bordering on disturbing) sex scene in wedding clothes.

Rachel and Joe’s family is full of genuine awkward splendor: a jovial father figure who was recently widowed (Mark Waldstein), a by-the-book teenager wearing an incredibly short dress from the previous wedding (Samantha Leeds), the maid-of-honor sister in a ridiculous hat (Jillian Vashro) with her Irish lesbian lover (Amy Hill), the estranged aunt who lives in France (Marty Mukhalian), and of course, an overbearing Jewish mother (Barbara Lindsay). And you know a drunk bro and gal for good measure (Nick Edwards and Zoey Cane Belyea).

Under the direction of Erin Kraft, the production is at its best in showing the small, quiet moments between families. Particularly of note is Mark Waldstein as the sage, non-judgmental father of Joe (Ashton Hyman), who radiates calm as everyone else starts falling apart. Sydney Andrews’ Rachel is quiet and seemingly battling the entire time with a fight or flight response while barely raising her voice, rendering a truly stunning performance. And Samantha Leeds as the little sister Naomi is positively heart-wrenching, keeping everything in order so her sister can make peace with God.

If there were a downside to the production, it is that father and son (Waldstein and Hyman) come out looking downright saintly in comparison to mother and daughter (Lindsay and Andrews), who both hold dark secrets that destroy marriages. While the men get to be forgiving and loving, the flaws of the women are presented as damnable. Though there is heart in their flaws, the contrast of it being men and women seemed to highlight an underlying message I doubt Arsenault intended.

This flaw aside, Undo is an evening of blissful anguish watching two people sever ties to each other completely — a funny, dark look at how relationships end and all that goes into undoing what’s done.

Avenue Q is Delightful, But Not Aging Well

21 Wednesday Nov 2012

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Balagan’s Avenue Q (Photo: Galen Wicks)

I’m not one for musicals famous just because they made it on Broadway. I could live quite happily if I was assured I’d never again be subjected to music from Les Miserables, South Pacific, or Legally Blonde: The Musical. I do have a few exceptions to my general dislike, though, and one of them is Avenue Q (through December 16 at the Erickson; tickets).

When Avenue Q premiered in 2003 it was one of those musicals that nodded to the absurdity of the genre, simultaneously splashing around in the cheesy end of the pool and singing about screaming while banging. This is all tied together with an association with yours and my favorite instructional program, Sesame Street. Who didn’t want the simplicity of friendly puppets and a diverse neighborhood walking you through what the hell to do after graduating college?

But this Balagan Theatre production is showing its age–or I am. Is anyone really shocked to learn that people use the internet to watch porn? (More shocking were the updates to the song “Mixtape,” wherein the cast passes a CD and says, “Check the second disc,” instead of Side B.) These things were small but noticeable, especially with Hulu commercials reminding me that I can now bump my phone into someone else’s to exchange a sexually significant song.

Worse still was “Everyone’s a Little Bit Racist” written in a time before it was understood that reverse racism doesn’t exist. The song was met with far fewer laughs than the ones I remember from my days listening to it with friends in college, though the cast performed it well. And of course, the Gary Coleman references fall even flatter to a generation that only vaguely remembers Diff’rent Strokes.

However, under the direction of Eric Ankrim the show still elicits joy in and uproarious laughter from those that allow it to overtake them. Ankrim makes several bold choices in his mounting of the silly production, the most notable of which is a cast of puppeteers dressed as the character they’re performing, rather than the traditional drab grays and blacks meant to focus attention on the puppets. Successful in some ways, I still found myself drawn to the faces of actors who were clearly better actors than they were puppeteers (but I don’t think the costumes had anything to do with that).

The most outstanding puppeteers were Brian Lange, who plays the loveable and straight Nicky, and Justin Huertas as the hopelessly closeted Rod. The Bert and Ernie of the bunch, they were at times the most compelling characters to watch. And though the role was small, Rob Scherzer as the porn addict, Trekkie Monster, had some of the best puppet-y movements of the evening.

Where the puppeting skills lacked, however, the singing never did. If I’m the only one who overly identifies with “There’s a Fine, Fine Line,” I’ll eat your cat (I don’t have a cat). Sung by the pitch-perfect Kirsten DeLohr Helland (Kate Monster), it’s one of the few songs in a show full of cheapish, but still funny laughs, that’s whole-heartedly vulnerable. (Although, from where I was sitting, Kate Monster didn’t look furry. Anyone who loves Grover like I do knows monsters are furry.) And Kate Jaeger’s Lucy the Slut is the best Jessica-Rabbit-esqe sultry I’ve heard in a long, long time.

Diana Huey as one of two walking ethnic punchlines held her own and brought some brilliance in acknowledging shit white people say in front of her, but she’s helped by having some depth written into her lines and a relationship that actually captivates. Rashawn Scott as Gary Coleman was not as lucky, but did what she could with the flattest role and at least got to belt it out with “You Can Be as Loud as the Hell You Want (When You’re Makin’ Love).”

Sidebar: Not too long ago, when I was a fresh-faced transplant from Tennessee I was introduced to Balagan Theatre with The Jammer, an amazing play about roller derby converting me to an instant fan. Then I saw their production of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog at ACT Theatre, which was a highlight of my Joss Whedon fangirl existence. But then, something changed.

Some dark times settled over our theatre metropolis. Theatres were closing, missions were changing, and Balagan, “won” (is it really winning when the managing company doesn’t ask anyone else to compete for it?) the bid to take over the Erickson Theatre. Since then they’ve decided to traverse the Broadway road and become a theatre that seemingly prizes sell-out shows from some faraway place called New York over locally-grown material. Of course, since that’s where the arts money lives, who can blame them entirely?

Avenue Q was a fun night. The performances were tight, music was great, and I laughed a lot. But because it opened right after Annex Theatre closed two highly successful puppet musicals (one of which was exclusively about sex and was deliciously raunchy), one can’t help but compare how those new musicals were frankly more entertaining than one that has started collecting dust.

And because my relationship with Balagan started from a place of wonder at The Jammer, I have to ask, What happend to you Balagan? Are the days of innovative and original shows going to forever be tossed aside in favor of  musicals that we already saw pass through here at the Paramount? Or, are you, like Princeton, just trying to find your purpose? I’ll forgive you for now, since you’ll be doing Hedwig next, but please think about it before next season so I don’t have to make a Gyote reference about how you were a theatre I used to know.

Full Bravado, Booty, and Skill

19 Friday Oct 2012

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Amy O’Neal (Photo: Gabriel Bienczycki)

It takes bravado to name a show “The Most Innovative, Daring, and Original Piece of Dance/Performance You Will See This Decade.” Which may be the same amount of bravado it takes to use this title also as a tongue-in-cheek recognition of how originality in that sense doesn’t truly exist, but still make a case for why we continue to watch amazing new works.

The conceit is that current art is inspired by previous artists and movements and collaged together to make it uniquely part of the artist’s aesthetic. Amy O/tinyrage (through Oct 21 at Velocity Dance Center; tickets) uses this thesis for a dance/performance dedicated to all the artists who inspire her work. And not only is the idea wonderfully worked out, it totally works as performance.

Set up as a series of exhibits, Amy O explores how we interact with forms of movement including the YouTube videos and dance expressions that we don’t want to like but totally do anyway. Yes. Even booty dances and stripper poles influence how we approach dance/performance and art in general. Set up with three gorgeous screens for video projections and a small plexiglass stage with neon lights underneath, Amy O commands the space.

Particular exhibits of note included an interpretation of the choreography of Ciara’s “Ride” video–a video, Amy O admits afterwards through video projections, that simultaneously makes you want to make out with someone and rant about the stereotypical depictions of women. (She does both.)

The booty dance exhibit dominated the performance and was by far the most memorable. It features video of person-on-the-street interviews asking questions about how you view your butt: What do you think qualifies as a booty dance? Do you like the booty dance? Do you like butts? Is your butt useful, and so forth. Not only were these interviews hysterical–some ended in some fairly impressive demonstrations of booty rocking–but some of them were surprisingly touching, and some creepy. Turns out when you ask a bunch of people about their own and others’ butts they can’t stop talking.The variety of experience collaged into an riotous exhibit replete with a communal booty dance led by Amy O with a few presumed plants from the audience.

And then, there’s the pole dance. Okay, let me just say that drooling is unbecoming in an establishment like Velocity Dance Center. People look at you funny. They think you uncouth, uneducated. But damn. There is an art to pole dancing, especially in two-and-a-half-inch clear plastic stiletto heels that light up when you walk. (Just don’t leave your mouth open while appreciating this on its artistic merits. You’ll look a mess.)

In essence, where Amy O shines is in her use of what we commonly think of as either solely erotic or solely artistic. Amy O blurred this wonderfully with her exploration of some of the most sexual forms of dance and showing you how they are artforms.

Due in part to a year-long workshop process at Velocity, Amy O has created a potent piece, edited skillfully to lead us from one moment to the next building to the BIG ONE. The concluding exhibit dedicated to all the family, artists, collaborators that inspired her in her performance history including everyone from Janet Jackson, Pina Bausch, Martha Graham, and Pat Graney. Having witnessed the preceding building blocks, the final exhibit is truly extraordinary with a little bit of everything thrown in. Nods to hip hop, opera, pole dancing, booty dancing, ballet, and all in between, the final exhibit showcases Amy O’s incredible talent as a performer.

Not surprisingly, this show is sold out for its second weekend. However, if you get to the box office door by 7:30 p.m., you can see if you can snag some elusive walk-up seats.

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