Since time immemorial, drama has dealt with those issues that have most preoccupied humanity: our place in the universe, the role of truth in our lives, and (of course) how do we as a species treat our intimate assignations. Le Liaisons Dangereuses, presented by Three Muses Productions at the Indigo Arts Station this weekend, delves most deeply into this final question and examines precisely how seriously this sort of thing must be taken.
Stepping away from a romantic tradition and walking far more firmly in the tradition of Arthur Schnitzler's La Ronde, Merteuil (Ellie Pyle) and Valmont (David Bonham) combat one another in a series of high-stakes games and challenges involving sex. However, though Schnitzler provides a candid view into sexual relations, Liaisons playwright Christopher Hampton provides the audience with no reason whatsoever to care about either of the protagonists on the stage.
Though the script is an award winner (also boasting a slew of nominations lost to true jewels like Fences and Boeing-Boeing) it is perhaps one of the most problematic aspects of the production. Reprehensible characters with vague motives, a highly episodic plot (far better designed for film), and a disturbingly cavalier attitude towards rape make for a great deal of discomfort. And though the piece is ostensibly about seduction and sex, it tends to bump forward with the austerity of a work by Wagner or Smetana when it would be far better served by the coital rhythms of Ravel's Boléro.
As anybody who has even entertained the idea of making love at one time or another instinctively knows, rhythm is all important in cases like this. And it takes the cast a few scenes to finally settle into something that is ultimately pleasing. From the distracting flicking of fans and mannerisms taking the lead over simple storytelling, the cast simply seems to have a bit of trouble finding that pleasing tempo.
However, let it be said that, once it is found, it pays dividends for both cast and audience. When the truly ribald innuendo and entendre begin to fly, the work becomes truly enjoyable. Savannah theatre veteran Gail Byrd (Rosemonde) is always a delight. Mr. Bonham and Corinna Rezzelle (Tourvel) have excellent byplay while Ms. Pyle depicts the black widow, spinning her webs.
Given that this is the first Three Muses production, we here at The Savannah Dramaturgy are eager to see what the next project will be coming next.
By Christopher Hampton, adapted from the book by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos; directed by Jackie Gordon; A Three Muses Productions production. At the Indigo Arts Freight Station, 703D Louisville Road, Savannah; (912) 713-1137. June 24-26.
WITH: Ellie Pyle (La Marquise de Merteuil), Catherine Killingsworth (Madame de Volanges), Madeline O'Hara (Cecile Volanges), David Bonham (Le Vicomte de Valmont), Justin Usary (Azolan), Gail Byrd (Madame de Rosemonde), Corinne Rezzelle (La Presidente de Tourvel), Eve Butler (Emilie), Cooper Westbrook (Le Chevalier Danceny), Zach Blaylock (Majordomo), Hannah Hyde (Julie).
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Noises Off: Survival as an Artist
Cruising the blogosphere, we recently came across a discussion of how one works to survive as an artist, possibly the best analysis can be found at this link.
Congratulations
Ladies and Gentlemen, the results are in once again in Connect: Savannah's "Best of" competition. The 2010 vote was most certainly an interesting one, and can be viewed here in its entirety.
Special congratulations go to Mr. Ryan McCurdy for best actor, finally winning after a number of years of striving for it. Ms. JinHi Soucy Rand, founder of Indigo Arts, for best actress. And Mr. Benjamin Wolfe, who pulled down both Best Director (2nd in as many years) and best production for The Diary of Anne Frank.
However, and not to limit the accomplishment of these individuals, I cannot help but wonder if these awards are sufficient. Do we have recognition for design? What about the differentiation between musical and straight drama? What about accomplishments outside for other sorts of work? Ms. Rand is most definitely a talented actor, yet her most significant recent accomplishment is the founding of Indigo Arts and revolutionizing of the artistic business model.
So, perhaps it is time to begin thinking about our own set of awards. Not to replace Connect: Savannah's work, but to supplement it and allow for awards that are not necessarily predicated on who can get the vote out in their favour.
Yet, I pontificate. Congratulations to our winners, all is richly deserved. I look forward to future accomplishment in the coming year.
Special congratulations go to Mr. Ryan McCurdy for best actor, finally winning after a number of years of striving for it. Ms. JinHi Soucy Rand, founder of Indigo Arts, for best actress. And Mr. Benjamin Wolfe, who pulled down both Best Director (2nd in as many years) and best production for The Diary of Anne Frank.
However, and not to limit the accomplishment of these individuals, I cannot help but wonder if these awards are sufficient. Do we have recognition for design? What about the differentiation between musical and straight drama? What about accomplishments outside for other sorts of work? Ms. Rand is most definitely a talented actor, yet her most significant recent accomplishment is the founding of Indigo Arts and revolutionizing of the artistic business model.
So, perhaps it is time to begin thinking about our own set of awards. Not to replace Connect: Savannah's work, but to supplement it and allow for awards that are not necessarily predicated on who can get the vote out in their favour.
Yet, I pontificate. Congratulations to our winners, all is richly deserved. I look forward to future accomplishment in the coming year.
Monday, May 17, 2010
The Piano Lesson: Savannah Cultural Arts
“Take jazz or blues; you can't disregard that part of the African-American experience, or even try to transcend it. They are affirmations and celebrations of the value and worth of the African-American spirit. And young people would do well to understand them as the roots of today's rap, rather than some antique to be tossed away.”--August Wilson
The staging of a classic, particularly a classic by a genius as finicky as August Wilson (who leaves nothing up to chance and specifies almost everything in his dialogue), can be a major challenge. The City of Savannah's latest offering of Mr. Wilson's The Piano Lesson rises to this challenge effectively, bringing a classic of modern American theatre to local audiences.
Savannah has, thankfully, no real shortage of talent in terms of available actors who are willing to do projects, and Piano Lesson is no exception. Gary Swindell Jr. (Boy Willie) is a great dynamo, infusing his character with a great deal of energy while Stanley Marcellus Simons (Avery) manages to take the audience with him in transports of quiet ecstacy. They are matched by Charlene Williams's (Berniece) taut, almost neurotic, energy, Jesse W. James's (Doker) quiet dignity, and Alfred Pierce's (Lymon) endearing gawkiness.
Coupling this with a capable design schema from Dan Mellitz and Chann Givens, one is in for a remarkable evening of theatre.
However, it is possible to have too much of a good thing, and this evening is no exception. Be warned that the production is quite long, over three hours, to be exact. Also, given that the intermission happens well after the 1:40 mark, audience members should be prepared for something of a marathon. Though every word of Wilson's is precious, this production is badly in need of cuts. Before cries of "sacrilege" are raised, it should be noted that this is common practice with longer canonical works (Shakespeare, Miller, Parks) in order to help render them accessible to a wider audience. The message might be moving and earth-shaking, but if the audience is too distracted by an aching rear... they're not listening.
It is this issue that leads to the production's greatest and most specific limitation. Wilson's work is predicated on and built around jazz and blues music, with a very substantial use of these rhythms in the creation of a uniquely American poetry. This is rushed in a number of ways by this production (most likely in an attempt to save time) and the full richness of Wilson's language cannot be felt. Indeed, it is not until the singing of the song "Berta" that one really is able to experience the transformative power of Wilson's writing at full power.
Also, in terms of the cast notes. As opposed to a 1-2 sentence musing on the meaning of the piece (which should be left to the audience to consider), could we possibly learn something about the actors themselves? Perhaps a short bio, as opposed to some (in some cases) very flat thoughts.
By August Wilson; directed by Vickie Blackshear; lights, sets, and Sound by Dan Mellitz; costumes by Chann Givens; music by Gary Swindell Sr.; A City of Savannah Department of Cultural Affairs Production, presented by Cultural Arts Theatre. At the S.P.A.C.E., 9 West Henry Street, Savannah; (912) 651-6417. May 14-16, 21-23.
WITH: Jesse W. James (Doker), Gary Swindell Jr. (Boy Willie), Alfred Pierce II, (Lymon), Charlene Williams (Berniece), Riche' Williams (Maretha), Stanley Marcellus Simons (Whining Boy), Nanika W. Ollard (Grace).
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Enchanted April: The Collective Face
For those who appreciate wisteria and sunshine, it may very well be worth your while to stop off at New Covenant Church on Bull Street to see the first offering of the newly formed Collective Face ensemble. Though not without its problems, the production is handled ably and offers a bit of family friendly joy for anyone in need of a lift.
Stepping into the place of Savannah's venerable Epworth Players, the ensemble of the Collective Face manage to aquit themselves admirably. Lottie, played by Karla Knudsen, bored wife of a solicitor, leads a contingent of women who are enamoured with wisteria to an Italian castle where romance blooms and renews for each person involved. The ensemble nature of the cast really and truly prevents one from picking out individual favourites, and they simply must be applauded en masse.
Yet how can these actors not help but be refreshed by the delightful settings. Director/Designer David Poole manages to ably turn dreary English sitting rooms and clubs into an atmosphere light and energetic to the point that the relatively cramped fellowship hall at New Covenant receives a breath of fresh air. Assisted in costumes by Chann Givens, Enchanted April is, well... truly enchanting.
The down note, however, comes in the script by Matthew Barber. It begins as a fairly trite examination of class mores and morals. And, in all honestly, one must ask if we really need another of these. Coupled with the assembly of a highly predictable cohort of archetypes (The Free Spirit, The Tortured Matron, The Prude, and The New Woman with Old Secret) one can roughly plot the entire course of the play once each of the characters has been introduced.
Mr. Barber's script then moves quickly into a sort of Edwardian Thelma and Louise. The complications seemingly pile one on the other out of nowhere. There is a lost child, dual identities, secret widow, cultural misunderstandings, and drug abuse. However, each of these seemingly insurmountable problems is quickly disposed of with minimal effort. A prime example would be the example of Federick Arnott (Donald Jarvis) who writes and attends parties under the libertine name of Florian Ayers. Though married to Rose Arnott (April Arnone), he arrives at the castle under the identity of Florian Ayers to see the Lady Caroline (Rhianna Van Helton), the libertine's lover. Given that Caroline has professed a love for him, and he was unawares that his wife was a travelling companion to the Lady... there is prime opportunity for misunderstanding, complication, and true drama. However, where in Thelma and Louise potentially gordian problems are solved by a gun, in Enchanted April it seems to be solved by simple British Good Manners (where nothing is said). Though there are some beautiful phrases and engaging tales told onstage, Mr. Barber's script is as steeped as Tetley in conflict avoidance. Though one would never want to arrive at a castle to find one's wife AND lover taking the breeze together, an audience member will pay good money to see what happens when someone does.
Though they have to fight to keep the script interesting, drown out disruptive children, and keep an audience precariously perched on uncomfortable seating in a stuffy hall engaged, the Collective Face Ensemble rises to the task admirably. Bravo to these enterprising folks at the Collective Face, one cannot help but look forward to their future endeavours.
By Matthew Barber, adapted from the book by Elizabeth von Armin; directed by David I.L. Poole; sets by David I.L. Poole; costumes by Chann Givens & David I.L. Poole; lighting by Miles Boinest; sound by Miles Boinest; A Collective Face production, presented by Epworth Community Players and New Covenant Church. At the New Covenant Church, 2201 Bull Street, Savannah; (912) 232-8511. April 29 & 30, May 1, 6-8, 13-15.
WITH: Karla Knudsen (Lottie), Eric Nauert (Mellersh), April Arnone (Rose), Donald Jarvis (Arnott), Rhianna Van Helton (Lady Caroline), Richie Cook (Wilding), Dandy Barrett (Mrs. Graves), Bridget Tunstall (Costanza).
Stepping into the place of Savannah's venerable Epworth Players, the ensemble of the Collective Face manage to aquit themselves admirably. Lottie, played by Karla Knudsen, bored wife of a solicitor, leads a contingent of women who are enamoured with wisteria to an Italian castle where romance blooms and renews for each person involved. The ensemble nature of the cast really and truly prevents one from picking out individual favourites, and they simply must be applauded en masse.
Yet how can these actors not help but be refreshed by the delightful settings. Director/Designer David Poole manages to ably turn dreary English sitting rooms and clubs into an atmosphere light and energetic to the point that the relatively cramped fellowship hall at New Covenant receives a breath of fresh air. Assisted in costumes by Chann Givens, Enchanted April is, well... truly enchanting.
The down note, however, comes in the script by Matthew Barber. It begins as a fairly trite examination of class mores and morals. And, in all honestly, one must ask if we really need another of these. Coupled with the assembly of a highly predictable cohort of archetypes (The Free Spirit, The Tortured Matron, The Prude, and The New Woman with Old Secret) one can roughly plot the entire course of the play once each of the characters has been introduced.
Mr. Barber's script then moves quickly into a sort of Edwardian Thelma and Louise. The complications seemingly pile one on the other out of nowhere. There is a lost child, dual identities, secret widow, cultural misunderstandings, and drug abuse. However, each of these seemingly insurmountable problems is quickly disposed of with minimal effort. A prime example would be the example of Federick Arnott (Donald Jarvis) who writes and attends parties under the libertine name of Florian Ayers. Though married to Rose Arnott (April Arnone), he arrives at the castle under the identity of Florian Ayers to see the Lady Caroline (Rhianna Van Helton), the libertine's lover. Given that Caroline has professed a love for him, and he was unawares that his wife was a travelling companion to the Lady... there is prime opportunity for misunderstanding, complication, and true drama. However, where in Thelma and Louise potentially gordian problems are solved by a gun, in Enchanted April it seems to be solved by simple British Good Manners (where nothing is said). Though there are some beautiful phrases and engaging tales told onstage, Mr. Barber's script is as steeped as Tetley in conflict avoidance. Though one would never want to arrive at a castle to find one's wife AND lover taking the breeze together, an audience member will pay good money to see what happens when someone does.
Though they have to fight to keep the script interesting, drown out disruptive children, and keep an audience precariously perched on uncomfortable seating in a stuffy hall engaged, the Collective Face Ensemble rises to the task admirably. Bravo to these enterprising folks at the Collective Face, one cannot help but look forward to their future endeavours.
By Matthew Barber, adapted from the book by Elizabeth von Armin; directed by David I.L. Poole; sets by David I.L. Poole; costumes by Chann Givens & David I.L. Poole; lighting by Miles Boinest; sound by Miles Boinest; A Collective Face production, presented by Epworth Community Players and New Covenant Church. At the New Covenant Church, 2201 Bull Street, Savannah; (912) 232-8511. April 29 & 30, May 1, 6-8, 13-15.
WITH: Karla Knudsen (Lottie), Eric Nauert (Mellersh), April Arnone (Rose), Donald Jarvis (Arnott), Rhianna Van Helton (Lady Caroline), Richie Cook (Wilding), Dandy Barrett (Mrs. Graves), Bridget Tunstall (Costanza).
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sordid Lives: Bay Street Theatre
“Ain’t it a bitch, sorting out our sordid lives?”
Well, it most certainly is. The Bay Street Theatre's latest offering of Del Shores' Sordid Lives manages to make the best of a difficult situation and show forth a production of this "black comedy about white trash" with charm and care.
This selection is by far one of Mr. Shores' weaker offerings. Following on the heels of the far stronger (yet less critically acclaimed) Daddy's Dyin' (Who's Got the Will?), Sordid Lives gives us a series of scenes poorly sutured together with monologues from Ty Williamson (Chris Stanley) and songs from Bitsy Mae Harling (Kimmi Sampieri). Mr. Stanley offers us a moving story of a homosexual actor trying to come to terms with his identity and Texas upbringing from within the monologues, and Ms. Sampieri sings ably... but the whole thing really does not hang together well.
The problem is essentially one of dramatic efficiency and construction. Mr. Shores' script (which won awards in LA for the playwriting, somehow) relies far too heavily on an episodic vignette format where angry women burst into bars (with guns, of course) for no discernible reason. Though each bit is funny in and of itself, the overall arch is akin to a badly directed mashup between Rowan & Martin's Laugh In and The Redneck Rampage. One can sense a real disdain for his characters, and at the end of the day... (particularly if one has even glanced at Jim Gode's Redneck Manifesto) even white trash characters deserve to be treated kindly.
Despite all of this, The Bay Street Theatre's production shines with tongue-in-cheek jokes and careful understanding. The cast, under the direction of Kimmi Sampieri (making her directorial debut), manages problematic material well. Sissy Hickey (Kathy Alderman) is a delightfully focused bundle of neuroses trying to quit smoking in the aftermath of her sister's death and ensuing family drama. Ms. Alderman plays with heart and excellent comic timing. Also reliably delightful is the drunken barfly Juanita (Genie Brazzeal), who manages to portray inveterate drunkenness without becoming simply obnoxious (a more difficult task than one would actually imagine). Also of note are Odell Owens (Logan Padilla), a Baby Hueyesque redneck with a penchant for cat's cradle and boundless enthusiasm; Earl "Brother Boy" Ingram (Neal Scott), a transvestite homosexual who has resisted almost 23 years and 68 "dehomosexualization" treatments at the hands of a vampish and oversexed Dr. Eve Bollinger (Khara-Beth Chandler); and Mr. Stanley as a touching and heartfelt Ty Williamson.
The cast is rounded out by Bay Street stalwarts Valerie Macaluso and Travis Harold Coles with Gwyn Yarbrough and Peter Grffin also making appearances.
Well, it most certainly is. The Bay Street Theatre's latest offering of Del Shores' Sordid Lives manages to make the best of a difficult situation and show forth a production of this "black comedy about white trash" with charm and care.
This selection is by far one of Mr. Shores' weaker offerings. Following on the heels of the far stronger (yet less critically acclaimed) Daddy's Dyin' (Who's Got the Will?), Sordid Lives gives us a series of scenes poorly sutured together with monologues from Ty Williamson (Chris Stanley) and songs from Bitsy Mae Harling (Kimmi Sampieri). Mr. Stanley offers us a moving story of a homosexual actor trying to come to terms with his identity and Texas upbringing from within the monologues, and Ms. Sampieri sings ably... but the whole thing really does not hang together well.
The problem is essentially one of dramatic efficiency and construction. Mr. Shores' script (which won awards in LA for the playwriting, somehow) relies far too heavily on an episodic vignette format where angry women burst into bars (with guns, of course) for no discernible reason. Though each bit is funny in and of itself, the overall arch is akin to a badly directed mashup between Rowan & Martin's Laugh In and The Redneck Rampage. One can sense a real disdain for his characters, and at the end of the day... (particularly if one has even glanced at Jim Gode's Redneck Manifesto) even white trash characters deserve to be treated kindly.
Despite all of this, The Bay Street Theatre's production shines with tongue-in-cheek jokes and careful understanding. The cast, under the direction of Kimmi Sampieri (making her directorial debut), manages problematic material well. Sissy Hickey (Kathy Alderman) is a delightfully focused bundle of neuroses trying to quit smoking in the aftermath of her sister's death and ensuing family drama. Ms. Alderman plays with heart and excellent comic timing. Also reliably delightful is the drunken barfly Juanita (Genie Brazzeal), who manages to portray inveterate drunkenness without becoming simply obnoxious (a more difficult task than one would actually imagine). Also of note are Odell Owens (Logan Padilla), a Baby Hueyesque redneck with a penchant for cat's cradle and boundless enthusiasm; Earl "Brother Boy" Ingram (Neal Scott), a transvestite homosexual who has resisted almost 23 years and 68 "dehomosexualization" treatments at the hands of a vampish and oversexed Dr. Eve Bollinger (Khara-Beth Chandler); and Mr. Stanley as a touching and heartfelt Ty Williamson.
The cast is rounded out by Bay Street stalwarts Valerie Macaluso and Travis Harold Coles with Gwyn Yarbrough and Peter Grffin also making appearances.
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