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'Old Times' - Pinter With Pizzazz

Kelly Reilly, Eve Best, and Clive Owen in Old Times
(©Joan Marcus)

The music, courtesy of Thom Yorke of Radiohead, that pulses through the American Airlines Theatre as audiences arrive for Roundabout Theatre Company’s revival of Old Times gives a clear signal that this new staging of the Harold Pinter classic from 1971, by Douglas Hodge, will be anything but staid. As the show begins in earnest, designer Japhy Weideman focuses strobe lights at theatergoers that flash insistently, and Christine Jones’ set is a model of abstraction with its chief features being a backdrop of a vortex of circles seemingly spiraling toward nothingness, piles of black stones that arc around the playing area, and what appears to be a gigantic block of ice center stage.

It’s a weirdly post-apocalyptic, yet period (indicated by Constance Hoffman’s chic costumes), vision for this play about a married couple entertaining one of the wife’s old friends for an evening. On some levels the concept---and the high-energy, fast-paced performances that it demands---serves the play, but only in a limited way.

Old Times is, after all, an opaque portrait of a power struggle between the three, as husband, Deeley (Clive Owen), and guest, Anna (Eve Best), attempt to outdo one another about their closeness to wife Kate (Kelly Reilly). As it unfolds, the trio’s clipped and conflicting memories about the times that they have shared with Kate could be considered distorted snapshots (hence the strobe light) that have been refracted through time and self-deception (thus the surreal visuals of Jones’ scenic design).

In this sort of world, the actors deliver with intensity and speed almost as if their lives depended on it, and for theatergoers who might not gravitate toward a more emotionally understated and leisurely interpretation of the play, this is also a good thing. The performance style also indicates that Old Times might be taking place in some sort of collective hell for the three.

The tradeoff that comes because of these choices, however, means that this Old Times has a certain superficiality to it, and that the menace that Deeley and Anna (and to a lesser extent Kate) pose to one another over their respective claims on Kate’s life becomes muted.

Nowhere can this be more palpably felt than when Anna reveals that she and Deeley might have met before he first encountered Kate. The specifics of the meeting and her cutting use of them to rile both husband and wife are, at least by early 1970s standards, kind of shocking and a little twisted. Unfortunately, even as Best delivers the tale with cool finesse and decided hauteur, there’s little sense of danger in what she’s revealing (or perhaps fabricating).

The same can be said of Owen’s preening and decidedly cocky Deeley. He may overtly ogle Anna early on, making sure that Kate sees that he’s interested in this other woman, but rarely does it seem like he and Anna have entered either into an amorous ritual of their own or into a battle of wills to see who might ultimately possess her. There’s little doubt that the man could dominate either sexually, but what one misses is the way in which he could potentially take control because of his intellect and erudition.

As Kate, Reilly delivers a performance that has an interesting blend of sweetness and reserve, which makes her appeal to Deeley and Anna understandable on one level. Reilly, however, never makes Kate seem to be a match for these two. Thus, it’s difficult to not wonder why they are competing for her attention and affection, and while this excursion to Old Times never bores---and in fact can be quite entertaining and is viscerally stimulating---it never delivers an emotional punch.

---- Andy Propst

Old Times plays at the American Airlines Theatre (227 West 42nd Street). For more information and tickets, visit: roundabouttheatre.org.

'Cloud Nine' - A Modern Classic Beautifully Revived

Chris Perfetti and Izzie Steele in Cloud Nine
(©Doug Hamilton)

Caryl Churchill’s Cloud Nine centers on events taking place in Africa in the Victorian era and London in 1979, and it’s a play that was first seen in New York in 1981. Given all of this, it very well could feel like a quaint relic. Thanks to a remarkable new production directed by James Macdonald at Atlantic Theater Company, Churchill’s comedy proves to be remarkably contemporary.

During its first act, Cloud Nine looks at the hypocrisy underlying the staid veneers of the British people living during the reign of Queen Victoria. Churchill essentially writes a sex farce that centers on a family living in Africa, where trouble brews among the colonialists and the native people. The patriarch of the clan, Clive, proudly believes that his family and his servants center both their love and devotion on him, while he secretly trysts with Mrs. Sanders, a woman who lives nearby.

Clive’s assumptions, however, are wrong. His wife, Betty, pines for an old family friend, Harry, who returns her affections, and also lavishes them on Clive’s manservant, Joshua, and Clive’s pre-teen son, Edward. Meanwhile, Betty has to contend with advances from the family’s governess.

The sextet’s trysting (or almost trysting) occurs under the watchful and disapproving eye of Betty’s mother Maud, and as things reach fever pitch for the characters on amorous levels, they also climax on the .

The second act of the play flashes forward nearly a 100 years, and fascinatingly examines how, despite the sexual revolution, the mores from the earlier period are still informing people’s behavior. The residual effects are felt not just by this era’s Betty, who after living life as a housewife has decided to strike out on her own following a divorce, but also by Gerry and the era’s Edward, a gay couple who are struggling with the identities that they each want to maintain in their relationship.

And when Betty’s daughter Victoria leaves her husband Martin to shift into a communal and decided bi living arrangement with another woman, Lin, as well as Edward (post-Gerry breakup), Martin and Betty respond with both support and dismay at what is happening in their worlds.

Churchill enlivens the action and the ideas behind it by requiring that roles be cast across genders. For instance, Brooke Bloom plays--to heartbreaking perfection--the young boy Edward in the first act and divorcee Betty in the second. Similarly, Chris Perfetti plays Clive’s Betty in the first half of Cloud Nine, and then, plays Edward, who dreams of a ersatz straight relationship with Gerry, in the play’s second half. Perfetti brings sweetness and touching gentle confusion to both characters.

In both instances, the double casting proves telling. Bloom’s characters are chafing at what they have been taught is expected of them. Edward longs to play with his infant sister’s doll and Betty is searching for something more than her existence as a housewife. As for the roles played by Perfetti, these are characters who are trying to play by the rules, and yet, bristling at them.

It’s fascinating stuff, and intriguingly even in an era when gay marriage and trans-gender identities have become widely accepted, Cloud Nine resonates, asking theatergoers to contemplate messages that they have received about identity and relationships in their lives and how their ideas have evolved over the years. The fact that Churchill’s play contains so much merriment, not just in the play’s farcical aspects, but in its absurdist ones as well, means that such thought never becomes tiresome or pedantic, It's difficult during the first act, for instance, to worry about Churchill's message as the life-size doll-puppet that is used to indicate Clive and Betty’s infant daughter gets tossed about like a football. And yet, oddly, the comic action underscores a sense of children as Clive's chattel.

Other aspects of the play also ring with contemporary resonance. This is perhaps most keenly felt during the second act when Lin and Victoria debate whether it’s appropriate to give their children guns to play with.

Macdonald’s graceful production unfolds in the round with audiences sitting on padded bleachers. The reconfigured space, courtesy of scenic designer Dane Laffrey, gives the production a marvelously communal feel, and Scott Zielinski’s exquisite use of white light adds an interesting clinical dimension to the show. Somehow theatergoers feel both drawn in and kept at the slightest remove, so as to keep emotional and intellectual engagement on equal footing.

And, beyond the performances from Bloom and Perfetti, there are splendid turns from Clarke Thorell, who plays Clive and Lin’s grade-school age daughter Victoria with aplomb; and Lucy Owen, who brings comic dryness to her turn as the stern Maud in the first act and then blossoms with understated frustration as Victoria in the second. John Sanders brings merry randy-ness to his performance as the pansexual Harry and strikes the right balance between kindness and angry disorientation as Victoria’s husband Martin.

Sean Dugan makes Clive’s manservant Joshua a regal creature of subtle menace and imbues Gerry with appealing--and appropriately off-putting--sexual swagger and arrogance, and in a triptych of roles (governess and neighbor in act one, and Lin in act two), Izzie Steele demonstrates not just versatility but also a keen sense of how to meld comedy with weightier feelings.

As the second half of Cloud Nine progresses, elements from the first half begin to filter in, and by the time the play reaches its conclusion, there’s not just a sense of satisfaction in having re-encountered it but also one that it is a modern classic, capable of both provoking thought and stirring the heart.

---- Andy Propst

Cloud Nine at plays at the Atlantic Theater Company's Linda Gross Theater (336 West 20th Street). For more information and tickets, visit: atlantictheater.org.

'Catch the Butcher,' 'The Gray Man,' 'The Quare Land' - Three Off-Beat Tales

Lauren Luna Velez and Jonathan Walker in Catch the Butcher
(©Carol Rosegg)

Three shows have opened off-Broadway in the past week, and they all share one commonality: a kind of retro-TV feel to them. None of the play attempt to replicate an old program with exactitude. Instead, each puts a spin on the familiar.

Working through them in alphabetical order, the first up is Adam Seidel’s Catch the Butcher at the Cherry Lane Theatre. This one echoes both Love, American Style in its semi-comedic portrait of a romance and some of Bret Easton Ellis’ more gruesome fiction charting the relationship between Bill, a serial killer in an unnamed city in Texas, and Nancy, his latest victim.

After Bill abducts her, he takes her to his home where he straps her to a chair in a basement. He starts the prepartions for torturing, murdering and dismembering her, but she manages to stall. He’s intrigued and eventually he undoes her restraints and invites her upstairs. Once free Nancy doesn’t flee. Instead, she settles down into a ersatz marriage with Bill.

In pairing two people benumbed in contemporary society, Butcher has some promise, but it rapidly becomes preposterous as Nancy initially acquiesces unquestioningly to many of Bill’s demands. Seidel stretches credulity even further, though, once she begins to tire of her existence with her captor-lover.

Directed by Valentina Fratti, the actors deliver unevenly. Lauren Luna Valez (familiar to the serial killer milieu through her work on Dexter) has a certain spunky charm as Nancy but fails to convince as Nancy adopts a kind of Stepford Wives placidity in her new life. Jonathan Walker imbues Bill with an awkward nerdiness that makes it plausible that this man’s crimes could be inspired by long-simmering resentments about failures with women, but it’s a performance without genuine menace.

Angelina Fiordellisi arrives late in the show to play Joanne, a neighbor who stumbles into Bill and Nancy’s odd domestic world and she delivers a standard-issue portrayal of a deep South good ole girl, and it’s Joanne’s presence that spurs Nancy to rethink her relationship with Bill and the play's not unexpected conclusion.

Shane Zeigler and Daniel Johnsen in The Gray Man
(©Suzi Sadler)

There’s a far spookier and more satisfying fare to be found at Walkerspace, where Andrew Farmer’s The Gray Man, which resembles a highly artful episode of The Twilight Zone, is playing in a Pipeline Theatre Company production.

Farmer transports audiences back to New York in the early twentieth century to tell a ghost story set amid the squalor of tenements in lower Manhattan. Here, Simon attempts to navigate his grief over his mother’s death and the residual fear he has in adulthood from a tale that she told him about a Gray Man who lures children to their deaths by making them disregard their parents’ cautions about dangers in the world.

His fears are only exacerbated by the fact that several children from the neighborhood have recently and inexplicably disappeared. His neighbors, two women with kids of their own, wonder if it might be the neighbors whom they hear screaming, but they’re not sure. All Simon knows is that he would like to get out of the city and his pal John may have a way of seeing to it that Simon gets his wish.

Farmer’s play has a terse sort of lyricism to it that’s ably supported by the period-sounding music provided by Mike Brun and Chris Ryan. Andrew Neisler’s richly atmospheric production unfolds in a kind of black void. Scenic designer indicates Simon’s apartment on a platform placed in the center of the stage. There are just a pair of windowed walls and a few sticks of furniture there, but it’s enough to give a sense of the confines in which Simon lives. The fact that Daniel Dabboud's spare lighting design makes it seem as if this is a place floating in a netheworld outside of time makes Man feel all the more eerie.

At the center of the production are two utterly charming performances. Daniel Johnsen brings a sweetness and edginess to his turn as Simon that endears, and as a little girl living in the same building as Simon, Tahlia Ellie, who sings like a dream, captivates, blending innocence with a preternatural maturity. Farmer’s revelations about who has been abducting the neighborhood kids---and about the reality of Simon’s world---do not come as terribly surprising, but it really doesn’t matter. The Gray Man is all about the atmosphere that’s ideal for this time of the year.

Peter Maloney and Rufus Collins in The Quare Land
(©Carol Rosegg)

The third piece that brings to mind television from yesteryear is John McManus’ The Quare Land, which the Irish Repertory Theatre is offering at DR2, their temporary home off Union Square. This one, labeled a “cantankerous comedy,” has an Alfred Hitchcock Presents vibe to it as two men spar over the sale of a plot of land in Ireland.

McManus’ play begins merrily enough as scenic designer Charlie Cochran’s terrifically realistic recreation of a farmhouse revolves to reveal Peter Maloney, playing 90-year-old Hugh Pugh enjoying himself in a bubble bath in an ancient tub. As audiences soon learn, it’s the first that he’s taken in a number of years. Bathing is not the only thing Hugh has been neglecting. He’s also opted to ignore his mail and that’s why real estate developer Rob McNulty has shown up unannounced. He desperately needs a field that belongs to Hugh to expand a golf course at a hotel he operates.

If Hugh were only unwilling to sell, Rob might be able to cope, but before he can even get to the negotiation phase, Rob contends with a barrage of stories from the old man. There are tales about his experiences working in London, ones about his alcoholic older brother, and others about the lost loves of Hugh’s life. As these come barreling out Rob strives desperately to keep him on track, but playwright McManus needs Hugh to tell these tales. They all add up in the end, which, in the tradition of Hitchcock’s television work, has a marvelous (and bitter) twist.

Directed by Ciarán O’Reilly, The Quare Land induces some hearty chuckles, mostly when Maloney’s gruffly impish Hugh has launched into one of his rambling stories. At the same time, however, it’s a bit difficult to accept the lengths to which Rufus Collins’ all-business Rob will go to seal the deal with Hugh, and though seemingly intended to invoke laughter, the demeaning ways in which Hugh turns Rob into a toadie fail to amuse. Similarly, the production’s climax comes not so much as a shock as quick-fix attempt to wind up this shaggy dog story.

Regardless it’s a joy to spend 70 minutes in Maloney’s presence, even if he can never move from the aforementioned bathtub. To command---and deserve---attention from one location on stage is a triumph in itself, and that’s not a feat that can be done on television.

---- Andy Propst

Catch the Butcher plays at the Cherry Lane Theatre (38 Commerce Street). For more information and tickets, visit: cherrylanetheatre.org.

The Gray Man plays at Walkerspace (46 Walker Street). For more information and tickets, visit: pipelinetheatre.org.

The Quare Land plays at the DR2 (103 East 15th Street). For more information and tickets, visit: irishrep.org.

'Spring Awakening' - Electrifyingly Re-Imagined

Sandra Mae Frank and Austin P. McKenzie in Spring Awakening
(©Joan Marcus)

Reviving a hit musical less than ten years after its original production closed could be considered foolhardy. After all the first production still lives in theatergoers’ minds and the risk of unfavorable comparisons is inevitable. The forces behind the new production of Duncan Sheik and Steven Sater’s Spring Awakening most likely considered this before bringing the Deaf West production of the show to Broadway, where it opened last night at the Brooks Atkinson Theatre, and for the next few months, audiences can be grateful that the producers pushed ahead. This new staging, directed with surety and remarkable style by Michael Arden, electrifies and makes the musical seem entirely newly-minted.

Some might say that using a cast comprised of both hearing and deaf performers and integrating ASL into the action and choreography (by Spencer Liff) in and of itself would accomplish this feat, but this production goes further. The show’s songs, originally delivered somewhat outside of the action, are now rendered as more traditional book numbers. Further, the production’s pre-show action, which has the cast members mingling onstage before the show begins, firmly establishes a tight-knit community of young people, making the tragedies that occur during the course of the piece all the more difficult to endure. One character’s unhappiness seems to permeate through a group to gut-wrenching effect.

Arden extends this to the manner in which he deploys his ensemble during the production. In one pivotal scene that unfolds in the woods, the actors meld together to form a sort of human mountain that gives the sense of both the alpine landscape in which youthful love blossoms while providing a genuine feeling that the group as a whole is witness to and touched by the innocent encounter. The effect astonishes as much as it moves.

The integration of ASL into the musical, some actors speak and sing, while others sign, also has an intriguing effect. It makes it seem as if the performers have invested their entire bodies (along with their souls) into the piece and its characters, terrifically magnifying the angst this cadre of teenagers in late nineteenth century Germany feel as they discover their sexuality and chafe at the hypocritical strictures of the adults in their lives.

Beyond these details, this new Spring Awakening brims with marvelous performances all around. In the central role of Melchior, a young man with a far-reaching intellect and curiosity, Austin P. McKenzie delivers a performance of simmering intensity that deftly grows as the character becomes increasingly embittered. He also traces an equally gentle arc as Melchior’s affection for his long-time friend Wendla transforms from teenage crush to genuine love.

This latter role is played by deaf actress Sandra Mae Frank, who is shadowed (quite literally thanks to Ben Stanton’s exceptional lighting design that cloaks small sections of the stage in atmospheric darkness even as it splashes it with concert-like lighting) by Katie Boeck who speaks her lines and sings her songs. Frank’s expressive face and her movement communicate the young woman’s sweetness and earnestness, and as her love affair with Melchior reaches tragic levels they also allow theatergoers to feel the urgency and passion Wendla feels. Boeck perfectly matches Frank’s turn. There’s a gentleness and plaintiveness in her delivery of both word and song.

Two actors, Daniel N. Durant and Alex Boniello, also play the role of Moritz, Melchior’s hardworking and less-enlightened best friend. It’s the latter actor, who like Boeck, sings and delivers the character’s lines, while Durant, who beautifully suggests the awkwardness and fear that Melchior feels in his mostly silent turn, is center stage.

As the adults in these characters’ lives, Camryn Manheim brings lovable sternness and frustration to her turn as Wendla’s mother, and she also crafts a wonderfully loathsome caricature of a self-satisfied teacher at the guys’ school. Marlee Matlin plays Melchior’s mother with infinite grace and compassion, and as with the Wendla/Mortiz casting, her lines are spoken by Manheim. Patrick Page brings a gorgeous and smarmy hauteur to his work as another of the boys’ teachers.

Arden’s production unfolds on a stage that designer Dane Laffrey has stripped to the wings. Visually it enhances the characters’ emptiness and helplessness. Laffrey has opted to dress the company predominantly in period costume. The exceptions are the casual contemporary street attire that Boeck and Boniello wear: design choices that beautifully bridge the nineteenth century world of the story with Sheik’s contemporary rock score.

Lucy Mackinnon’s projection design does triple duty as the show unfolds. At times, it indicates, subtly, location. At other times, it has a visual lyricism that serves to underscore emotion. Finally, when actors are not able to speak the lines that are being signed, the projections placed on blackboards allow theatergoers unversed in ASL to understand the dialogue.

This kind of multiplicity courses throughout the production, and it’s why this new Spring Awakening proves to be so eminently satisfying and ultimately heartbreaking.

---- Andy Propst

Spring Awakening plays at the Brooks Atkinson Theatre (256 West 47th Street). For more information and tickets, visit: springawakeningthemusical.com.

'Fulfillment' - A Haunting Portrait of Life in Contemporary New York

Susannah Flood and Gbenga Akinnagbe in Fulfillment
(©Hunter Canning)

When audiences meet Michael (Gbenga Akinnagbe), the central character in Thomas Bradshaw’s new play Fulfillment, which opened last night at the Flea Theater, he’s about to drop $1.4 million on a Soho apartment that’s under 800 square feet. This guy must be pretty happy and content, right? Well, no, and in Bradshaw’s intriguing slice-of-New-York life play, audiences discover the some of the why’s behind his discontent while also getting a haunting portrait of contemporary urban life.

Directed by Ethan McSweeny, who keeps the action of this ninety-minute play whirling (quite literally as furniture on rollers gets pushed and spun into place in Brian Sidney Bembridge’s chicly spartan scenic design), Fulfillment unfurls like a kind of bad fever dream, gorgeously accentuated by jagged percussive jazz from composer Mikhail Fiksel, about what lies underneath the surface of those living in privilege.

Michael faces a glass ceiling at the law firm, where as the sole African-American attorney with a nine-year track record, he has yet to become partner, and a battle with substantial alcoholism. Once he’s in his new digs, Michael contends with racism from his neighbors along with an upstairs neighbor (the other ceiling that Michael must live with), who blasts music and allows his unseen daughter to run amok. After Michael’s complained, this neighbor, played with a cavalier sense of entitlement by Jeff Biehl, finds other ways of making his downstairs neighbor’s life miserable. At one point, he rolls a bowling ball through his place.

The presence of a girlfriend, Sarah (Susannah Flood), who is also an associate at the firm, does somehow mitigate Michael’s woes. She matches his sense of sexual adventure perfectly. Also, she knows a thing or two about alcoholism because of her father and brother and helps Michael in his sobriety. At the same time, however, Sarah’s sense of self-preservation runs strong, and this woman can swiftly move away from what she perceives as a losing situation.

The other people in Michael’s world work in basically the same way. His boss, Mark (imbued with geniality and to-the-manner-born coolness by Peter McCabe), for instance, seems as though he wants to be genuinely supportive of his troubled employee and, at the same time, finds subtle (and not-so-subtle) ways of making sure that Michael knows his place in the structure of the firm and the world in general. Even Michael’s best friend, Simon (played with amiable aloofness by Christian Conn), proves to be a man who will place himself first, at the expense of those around him.

Bradshaw has never been afraid to fill his plays with characters whose contradictions are as real as the ones theatergoers find in themselves and their own intimates, and with Fulfillment, the playwright once again does a sensational job of refusing to reconcile or explain away these individuals’ dualities. They just are, and that’s what makes Fulfillment so troubling. It feels real.

The audience’s sense of the characters’ verity only becomes more palpable given the terrific performances that McSweeny has elicited from the ensemble, which also includes Denny Dillon in a variety of roles and Otoja Abit as a basketball player whom Michael courts for his firm, and the two actors who play the central couple.

Akinnagbe’s terrifically crafted turn as Michael blends the arrogance of alcoholism and privilege (remember Tom Wolfe’s “Master of the Universe” in Bonfire of the Vanities?) with helplessness and frustration. Similarly, Flood brings genuine warmth and compassion to her turn as the prickly no-nonsense Sarah.

The sense of honesty (no matter how brutal) in the play and the production extends to the crisp, expensive-looking costumes from Andrea Lauer; the fine work of Yehuda Duenyas, the show’s sex choreographer (anyone familiar with Bradshaw’s work knows that intercourse can figure prominently); and the horrifically real sound design provided by Miles Polaski and composer Fiksel. These two artists make the noises emanating from the apartment above Michael’s painfully real and unbearably annoying. It's a cacophony that paves the way to this marvelous play's tragic end.

---- Andy Propst

Fulfillment plays at the Flea Theater (41 White Street). For more information and tickets, visit: theflea.org.