Monday, June 29, 2009

Sweet Storm

Grade: B+



By Scott Hudson. Directed by Padraic Lillis. Produced by the Alchemy Theatre Company of Manhattan in association with LAByrinth Theatre Company. At the Kirk Theatre at Theatre Row through Aug. 16.

Are you the kind of jaded New Yorker who wouldn't mind being transported to the Southern U.S., circa 1960, for a brief taste of slower times and pre-sexual-revolution romance? Or are you the kind of jaded New Yorker who can only enjoy the South with a double-plated fourth wall to keep the hick characters at an antiseptic remove? Most reviewers find Scott Hudson's debut play promising, at the very least, and tenderly well-proportioned as a seventy-five minute two-hander about honeymooner expectations in rural Florida. And most applaud Lillis's direction of Jamie Dunn and Eric T. Miller. But this tree-house romance doesn't harmonize well for Alexis Soloski. And Matthew Murray of Talkin' Broadway simply hates the whole thing -- though his review is pinched with such insistent scorn that I can't quite read it as an F grade. In brief: check your bile before you buy a ticket or Sweet Storm may leave you sour.



CurtainUp A
(Elizabeth Ahlfors) Unpretentious honesty sums up every element of this 75-minute drama—writing, direction and performances. Effective sound and lighting heighten the drama, as does Lea Umberger's set with its buckets of gardenias and gloomy Spanish moss overhead; also her story illuminating costumes. Sweet Storm is somewhat reminiscent of the light romance in William Inge's Bus Stop and is shaded with the playwright's dedication "to my mother and father whose love for one another has stood the tests of time." But it's left to the audience to decide if Ruthie and Bo's love will stand the test of time.

Nytheatre.com A
(Judith Jarosz) Playwright Scott Hudson does a nice job of keeping us interested by capturing a more innocent time, with characters whose heartfelt struggles speak straight to the heart. I keep coming back to that word "charming," but really, when is the last time you heard people in a jaded New York audience sigh "awww" all together under their breath...and mean it! It is the subtle shifts in this script with occasional outbursts that keeps slyly propelling us forward. It is a sweet evening of theater.

The New York Times A
(Andy Webster) Like the best country music, Scott Hudson’s “Sweet Storm” benefits from restraint. A gentle wisp of a love story in Florida in 1960, this two-person one-act at the Kirk Theater blends a fantastical setting with a longing for spiritual and carnal rapture, and by not straining to do too much, accomplishes more than it deserves to ... The players are well matched, neither eclipsing the other, with Mr. Miller’s spirited optimism a fine counterpoint to Ms. Dunn’s flinty hauteur ... The play, a collaboration between the Alchemy Theater Company of Manhattan and the Labyrinth Theater Company, directed by Padraic Lillis, ends on a stirring note. For a narrative so slight, “Sweet Storm” stays with you like the freshness following a summer cloudburst.

Light and Sound America A
(David Barbour) Sweet Storm is a brief play, and it isn't filled with lots of action or major plot twists. Bo's plans for a romantic wedding night go awry -- harsh words are spoken, prayers are said, and buried pains are revealed. But Hudson's treatment of this situation is so honest and tender that you find yourself caring very much about this troubled pair of lovers ... The script is a delicate, fragile thing, and it needs exactly the kind of special handling it gets in Padraic Lillis' sensitive production, which introduces us to a pair of exceptionally talented young actors.

Backstage A-
(Ron Cohen) [T]he production offers an engrossing 75 minutes or so, thanks to Hudson's deft way with colloquial dialogue, the acting, and the sensitive direction of Padraic Lillis. The script also bubbles with easy humor, as when Bo describes his physical state when he first realized he was in love with Ruthie or how he bought new underwear for the honeymoon ... Program credits tell us Sweet Storm is the "first written play" by Hudson, an actor and acting coach, and it's a promising debut. For a full-bodied work, the writing could probably use somewhat more storm. But the sweetness is never overdone and highly appealing.

Theatre Mania B+
(Adam R. Perlman) Hudson plays a game of brinksmanship both with his characters and his situation. He keeps pushing them onto the verge of cliche -- for example, Bo's a preacher and Ruthie doubts her faith -- but all is redeemed through the specifics of the writing and playing. In particular, Miller's southern gentleman is a marvel; he's utterly good and yet so much more than a boring romantic fantasy. True, there are moments when the slight script seems stretched a bit thin -- and the play could probably do without the last bit of mild melodrama -- but Hudson sees this relationship with remarkably clear eyes and makes it felt with remarkably clear force. Aided by Padraic Lillis' lovely, transparent direction, he has pulled off a decidedly tricky balancing act with aplomb.

Variety B
(Sam Thielman) There's not much else in New York that looks and talks like "Sweet Storm." Debuting playwright Scott Hudson's tiny, tight two-hander feels like nothing so much as a staged Flannery O'Connor short story, with the play's deeply religious newlyweds trying to iron out marriage's inconveniences in a treehouse somewhere in central Florida. The script is remarkably controlled without feeling slick, and Jamie Dunn and Eric T. Miller give refreshing, uncynical perfs as a young couple troubled as much by love as by suffering. Padraic Lillis directs the subdued action to a T ... Hudson, an actor with co-producer LAByrinth Theater Company, has set himself a difficult task with the two-character, single-scene drama, and he's acquitted himself admirably. The play doesn't shine, but it frequently sparkles, and the character arcs are well-reasoned and subtle. "Sweet Storm" is utterly strange and unexpected, but it also feels reassuringly solid.

The Village Voice C
(Alexis Soloski) An odd blend of naturalism and absurdism, the play opens as young preacher Bo (Eric T. Miller) lugs his paraplegic bride, Ruthie (Jamie Dunn), into the treehouse he's built for their honeymoon, while she cries, "I gotta wee! I'm gonna wet myself!" So Bo whips out a bedpan and box of tissues. Ah, romance. Really, this couple seems ill-suited for nuptial bliss: Bo is a man of the cloth; Ruthie has lost her faith. Ruthie tries to maintain her independence; Bo coddles her and calls her "sugar doll." The actors also do not seem to communicate much mutual delight.

Talkin' Broadway F
(Matthew Murray) Neither Dunn, with her vacant stares and one-note whiny voice, and Miller, whose entire portrayal emanates from the dumb-hick drawl he employs, evince much in the way of personality or creativity. And their utter lack of chemistry together would extinguish any fire in the writing, assuming there were any smoldering in the first place. But none of this matters much, given all that Hudson hasn’t bothered to include: If he didn’t claim in that program note he wanted to salute his family’s own Southern roots, Sweet Storm would feel even more like an evisceration of everyone on the opposite side of the Mason-Dixon Line. As it is, it constantly teeters on the edge of parody, with Bo and Ruthie both so clueless about life and each other that they may as well be traipsing through a Saturday Night Live skit during an election year.

CurtainUp A 13; Nytheatre.com A 13; New York Times A 13; Light and Sound America A 13; Backstage A- 12; TheatreMania B+ 11; Variety B 10; Village Voice C 7; Talkin' Broadway D 4; Total = 96/9 = 10.67 = B+
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Friday, June 26, 2009

Twelfth Night

GRADE: A

By William Shakespeare. Directed by Daniel Sullivan. Delacorte. (CLOSED)

Critics mostly love this Twelfth Night like nobody's loved Twelfth Night, come rain or come shine. They praise this free outdoor Shakespeare for its eclectic powerhouse cast headed by a winning Anne Hathaway; for its lovely musical score (by brilliant Brooklyn folksters Hem); and for director Daniel Sullivan's unforced balance between knockabout comedy, romance, and melancholy. A few dissenters point out some off-key performances, interpretive lacunae, and design quibbles, but the overall tone of these reviews (some of which explicitly hope for a Broadway transfer) is resoundingly: Play on.


The Daily News A+
(Joe Dziemianowicz) Director Daniel Sullivan's audience-friendly mounting is an all-too-rare take on Shakespeare — one that's not overly stylized, petrified or simply memorized. Even with an occasionally finicky sound system making for a couple of murky passages, there's an invigorating sense that the events are unfolding spontaneously, right here, right now...Hathaway is the main attraction, but the revival bursts with star-level performances. The cast, chosen and guided with exceptional care, is a who's who from theater, TV and film. Standing out are two incredibly versatile actors. Four-time Tony winner Audra McDonald ("Private Practice") plays Olivia and it's exhilarating to watch her trade unsmiling despair over her dead brother for girlish excitement as she falls for Viola in drag. David Pittu is invaluable as Olivia's clown, Feste. A Broadway vet, he's got the keenest comic chops in town and a fantastic way with a tune...The Brooklyn-based folk-rock band Hem wrote the melodies to go with the Bard's text; like the show itself, they're a dreamy mix of melancholy and merry.

Variety A+
(David Rooney) An enchanting endorsement of love in defiance of convention. It's hard to imagine a more satisfying staging of the crowd-pleasing romantic comedy than this one orchestrated by director Daniel Sullivan, a superb design team and an impeccable cast assembled around Anne Hathaway, who makes a thoroughly winning and accomplished professional Shakespeare debut. Add in the soul-stirring music of neo-folk ensemble Hem and you have one magical night in Illyria...There's a bewitching confidence in the creation of mood and atmosphere here that makes Shakespeare's melancholy comic exploration of the twisty paths and regenerative power of love, in all its mysteriousness and recklessness, truly soar.

Associated Press A+
(Michael Kuchwara) This revival practically floats through the night air at the outdoor Delacorte Theater where a sterling ensemble shines in the Bard's blissful take on mismatched romances and the things besotted creatures do for love, both real or imagined. It's that chaotic confusion that director Daniel Sullivan has marshaled so effectively in this playful revival...Cumpsty's performance is so delightfully comic that he earns the audience's sympathy even though his comeuppance, planned by the play's other laugh-getting pranksters, is justly deserved...Major scene-stealing is committed by Hamish Linklater, who portrays Olivia's most comic suitor, the dithering Andrew Aguecheek...The actor is matched for laughs by David Pittu, as Feste, a fool who's supplied with the play's wittiest banter.

New York A+
(Scott Brown) Daniel Sullivan’s perfectly cast, exquisitely pitched, thoroughly winning (though never merely winsome) production absolutely beams. I’d swear there are moments when the clouds part just for this show.

Backstage A+
(David Sheward) Raúl Esparza, Audra McDonald, and Anne Hathaway convey such depth in these roles that they are unquestionably the center of the production, while the more obviously comic characters are rightfully in support...Esparza is so intense in his unrequited ardor that Orsino's passion engulfs the stage...Hathaway demonstrates she is one of our most promising young actors. Not content to rest on her film stardom, she bravely takes on one of the Bard's trickier heroines...Audra McDonald shines the brightest in this comic constellation....Rather than stealing the spotlight, Sir Toby and crew are charming entertainers who romp on stage while the lovers get a rest...John Lee Beatty's sylvan-glade set, Jane Greenwood's colorful 18th-century costumes, and Peter Kaczorowski's poetic lighting enhance the beautifully bucolic Central Park environment for one of the best productions of Twelfth Night I've ever seen.

Bergen Record A+
(Robert Feldberg) Hilarious and joyful – a terrific evening. The play has an unusually generous number of significant roles, with three pairs of lovers and no fewer than six comic figures. And the strength of the production – besides the boundless imagination of director Daniel Sullivan, who's supplied dozens of witty staging touches — is the depth of the cast. There are superb performers all the way down the line, even in the smaller roles...You might think the weak link in the company would be Anne Hathaway, a movie star with little stage experience. But...she's a revelation. Not only does she speak Shakespeare's poetry clearly and with feeling, and provide a lovely, spirited presence, she turns out to be a marvelous physical comedian...Everyone in this production seems to have been touched by the same antic inspiration...It's a pity the name is already taken; otherwise, the play could aptly be titled "A Midsummer Night's Dream."

Talkin' Broadway A+
(Matthew Murray) Not only multi-megawatt in terms of talent, but also as some of the best Shakespeare - to say nothing of one of the best versions of this play - that New York has seen in years...These disparate personalities and performing styles don’t just mesh, they blend so seamlessly that you’re never aware of the bevy of star turns unfolding before you...There’s no lack of the artists’ singular sparks - it’s just that none is granted more importance than any of the others...Sullivan has not burdened this play with the weight of the sorrow that taints so many of the characters’ lives - something that routinely sinks any potential fun. Instead, everyone is enterprising, willing and ready to turn the saddest of circumstances into the happiest of new situations. This pays remarkable dividends - not just for the audience, which receives an uncommonly joyful treatment of many sorrowful souls returning to the game of life - but for the characters too: Rarely has this group felt as irrepressibly alive.

CurtainUp A+
(Les Gutman) The key to its pleasures can be summed up in one word: balance. In this telling, the play's deeper and darker threads play second fiddle to the comedy (as one might argue is most apt for Shakespeare in the Park in any event), yet the entirety of the losses from which the play arises, and the romances that spring forth, are manifest throughout. None of this would be possible without an acting ensemble as thoroughly grounded as the one Mr. Sullivan has, almost magically, brought together and then led...With two major stars of the New York stage and one formidable film star, none of whom have substantial Shakespearean chops, who would have anticipated the nuance and sheer brilliance these three display? Esparza resists the posturing Orsino we so frequently see, substituting a far more human, and therefore meaningful, character. Hathaway manages to transport her impressive film presence to the stage, radiating infectious comic instincts without abandoning the sense of love and loss that defines Viola. McDonald is, well, magnificent; no matter how wonderful she has been before, nothing has topped the honesty and reverberation of her effort here...Casting David Pittu as Feste, the clown who makes the most sense of any character in the play and consistently delivers its truths, is a stroke of genius. Not only does he keep the entire endeavor on course, but he also carries the laboring oar in the singing department, which is here quite substantial...There is not a weak link in this cast.

The New York Times A
(Charles Isherwood) “Most wonderful”...seems an apt reaction to the scintillating new production of Shakespeare’s romantic comedy...the most consistently pleasurable the city has seen in at least a decade. And it is certainly one of the most accomplished Shakespeare in the Park productions the Public Theater has fielded in some time...On screen or onstage Ms. Hathaway possesses the unmistakable glow of a natural star, but she dives smoothly and with obvious pleasure into the embrace of a cohesive ensemble cast. A frankness of manner and a brisk emotional clarity are the hallmarks of her performance...It’s true that Ms. Hathaway’s speaking of the verse could benefit from a more sophisticated lyric impulse. The wit and meaning are delivered purely while the music is a little muted...Despite all the present mirth Mr. Sullivan weaves throughout the production an equally present melancholy.

Newsday A
(Linda Winer) Where has Anne Hathaway been all our theater lives? OK, we know all about the sizzling movie career, blah, blah. But she takes to the stage in "Twelfth Night" - incredibly, her professional Shakespeare debut - with the intelligence, charm and dazzle of someone who has always belonged right up there. And she is far from the only allure in Daniel Sullivan's luscious and nutty dreamboat of a production - the sort of sure-handed combination of glitz and grace that Joseph Papp must have imagined for his audacious free Shakespeare in the Park. Instead of the customary watery set on a mystical island, this story of shipwrecks and mistaken identities unfolds in a 19th century landscape of rolling hillocks carpeted in yummy green lawns (designed by John Lee Beatty) - all the better for expert toppling, flopping and luxuriating amid exceptionally lucid versifying.

Time Out NY A
(David Cote) The cast’s jollity is catching: We too feel young again—or, at least, that we’re reliving the early joys of Shakespeare. There’s not a weak link in this buoyant, musical delight (with delicate tunes by the folk ensemble Hem), and Anne Hathaway’s outdoor-Bard debut is impressive. Not only does she toss off the poetry with breezy verve (slow down, Anne!), she displays solid physical-comedy chops...Sullivan’s approach is to go easy on the outdated wordplay and the slapstick zaniness, with the surprising result that this Twelfth Night (in 18th-century costumes) plays out with admirable clarity. Mainly, the cast and crew conjure a rich sense of wry wonder and romance. They roll giddily through this classic comedy, and we happily follow.

The Hollywood Reporter A
(Frank Scheck) Beautifully captures the melancholy and comedic qualities of the Bard's classic...Hits on just about every level, with director Daniel Sullivan having assembled an eclectic ensemble of performers who mesh beautifully...The musical interludes, in fact, are among the high points of the show, with the score composed by the indie folk-rock group Hem filled with hauntingly memorable songs. Productions of Shakespeare's lighter works often suffer from a lack of comic inspiration, but there's no such problem here thanks to the wonderfully farcical and hilarious interplaying of Hamish Linklater...David Pittu and Jay O. Sanders...This is a magical "Twelfth Night" that will long linger in your memory.

Theatermania A
(Dan Balcazo) Delightful...A hilarious romp that's only enhanced by scenic designer John Lee Beatty's set of rolling green hills and trees that fit right in with the natural Central Park landscape. Hathaway makes for a very cute and passably convincing boy, and costume designer Jane Greenwood and wig designer Tom Watson have done a good job in emphasizing her resemblance to Sands' earnest and appealing Sebastian. The actress fares best in her more comic scenes, particularly with McDonald's love-struck Olivia. For her part, the four-time Tony winner is an absolute delight to watch, with facial expressions and body language that seem like they should be over-the-top, but are somehow still grounded in McDonald's grin-inducing portrayal. Esparza gives a more low-key yet still very funny performance, while Linklater's Andrew Aguecheek is pure comic genius...Cumpsty endows Malvolio with an appropriate smugness...Pittu gets to sing the majority of the show's many songs, beautifully composed by musical ensemble HEM and featuring a folk sound with Celtic influences...Here, music really is the food of love, and this production should leave audiences fully sated.

American Theatre Web A
(Andy Propst) A buoyant delight through and through...Director Sullivan has not only beautifully calibrated the performances from his two leading ladies, but from a host of actors involved in plots and subplots that unfurl alongside this romantic triangle...Perhaps most notable is Sullivan's work with the actors playing the boisterous members of Olivia's household...They seem like a marvelously dysfunctional family. These are people who have lived together for a while and know one another inside out. This sense of unity, ultimately, enriches this "Night" immensely. Also adding to the script and the production is the gorgeously eclectic score from the songwriting team known as Hem.

Lighting & Sound America A-
(David Barbour) A deft balancing act, giving each of the play's emotional colors its due, and providing a playground for an unusually starry cast...All in all, Sullivan's direction has a sharp eye for understated comic detail, when Toby piously crosses himself, his whiskey bottle firmly in hand, or, at the end, when Orsino, unable to tell Viola and Sebastian apart, accidentally picks the wrong sibling for an embrace. And everyone looks great in Jane Greenwood's Regency-era costumes...This production's double vision reaches its fulfillment in the final scene in which all secrets are revealed and the paired lovers are serenaded with the oddly introspective final song...Cheers to Sullivan and company for providing three hours of civilized amusement.

AM New York B+
(Matt Windman) Hathaway gives a convincing but rather unimposing performance as Viola, the smart gal who disguises herself as a male servant but then falls in love with her master...Hathaway is kind of overshadowed by some of New York’s finest theater actors including Audra McDonald, Raul Esparza, Michael Cumpsty, Julie White, David Pittu, Stark Sands and Jay O. Sanders. Don’t ask us to pick and choose our favorite performances, but the most memorable include Esparza as a self-pitying and blooding Orsino and Hamish Linklater, who takes broad physical comedy to a silly extreme as the foppish Sir Andrew. Dan Sullivan’s enjoyable production emphasizes the play’s storytelling, its comedic elements, and is happily free of any awkward directoral concepts or unnecessary messages...But Sullivan’s most appealing contribution was the addition of a small folk band at the side of the stage, allowing his cast to show off their strong voices whenever possible.

Bloomberg News B
(John Simon) Hathaway, though slightly shortchanging the poetic, expertly blends the boyish and the womanly in Viola. McDonald, while playing a more contemporary, less aristocratic Olivia, invests her with brio. Cumpsty, auburn-wigged, puts across Malvolio’s arrogance and subsequent pathos perfectly. Sullivan is, to be sure, a canny director and you may observe countless clever staging touches...The production’s chief problem is encapsulated in that pastoral set. It’s a romantic garden sporting lush grass and bosky knolls. A path atop a verdant embankment is lined with dwarf trees harboring hidden lights that will illuminate the climax. The hills provoke droll slidings down and agile leaps up; the shrubbery provides nifty concealment for plotters. Yet there’s no trace of a human habitat in this place of enchantment -- best for some other play. The same may be said of Jane Greenwood’s exuberant costumes...My only quarrel is with the wonderful Raul Esparza, whose Duke Orsino could use more hauteur and a less Orphan Annieish wig, and who might show greater affection for Viola as a boy to make his prompt embrace of her as a fiancee more believable...Still, this “Twelfth Night” is mostly for gushing innocents or indulgent sophisticates; those in between had better beware...With visual opulence and directorial connivance, slaphappiness prevails.

Nytheatre.com B
(David Gordon) Compared to others I've seen...there's nothing particularly special in Sullivan's staging. It's accessible, straightforward, and respectful. While it may not be a Twelfth Night for the ages, it provides for a most enjoyable theatrical experience, the way only a show at the Delacorte Theater can...Sullivan's risklessness with Cumpsty and Esparza is visible in their performances. As a result, Cumpsty's Malviolio is ineffective, drawing neither hatred nor pity. The role, a highlight in many productions, is rendered superfluous. Esparza has some nice moments as Orsino, but nothing is done to make the character look three-dimensional...Sir Toby Belch and Maria have the most developed relationship here that I've ever seen, with White almost tackling Sanders with a kiss the first time they're on stage together. They, along with Hamish Linklater's pratfalling Sir Andrew Aguecheek, provide the bulk of the comedy and their scenes, accordingly, are highlights. For what is essentially her professional theater debut, Hathaway acquits herself well. Her Viola is well thought-out and has very nice chemistry with McDonald's glorious Olivia.

New York Post B-
(Elisabeth Vincentelli) As the sexy, witty, modernly ambiguous Viola, laying waste to men and women's hearts, Hathaway gives a solid, committed performance. To paraphrase the immortal words of the Bard of Atlanta, T.I., all you haters can get at her, but she's serious...Despite occasional mumbling, her Viola is delightful and endearing in a puppyish way. Like the colorful, fast-paced production itself -- the three hours positively fly by -- Hathaway is light on her feet. She may not unearth any new nuances in the part, but it's also difficult not to bask in her contagious enthusiasm...Sullivan was happy just smoothing out all the kinks (pun intended) and adding broooooaaaaad crowd-pleasing sight gags whenever possible. At times it seems as if his directions to the actors consisted mainly of "Why don't you just do that voodoo that you do so well?" This hands-off approach plays to the advantage of the comic leads, who fare better than the romantic ones. It says something about the tone of a production of "Twelfth Night" when you can't wait for Orsino, Olivia and Viola to make room for Olivia's doofus suitor, Andrew Aguecheek...Yes, it's a fine and jolly evening. But there's also a little something missing--an undercurrent of wistfulness, perhaps, a certain melancholia to balance out the laughs. As a result, the show is hard to dislike--but it's also hard to love.

The Daily News A+ 14; Variety A+ 14; Associated Press A+ 14; New York A+ 14; Backstage A+ 14; Bergen Record A+ 14; Talkin' Broadway A+ 14; CurtainUp A+ 14; The New York Times A 13; Newsday A 13; Time Out NY A 13; The Hollywood Reporter A 13;
Theatermania A 13; American Theatre Web A 13; LS&A A- 12; AM New York B+ 11; Bloomberg News B 10; Nytheatre.com B 10; New York Post B- 9; TOTAL: 242/19=12.74 (A)

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Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Temperamentals

GRADE: B

By Jon Marans. Directed by Jonathan Silverstein. The Barrow Group Theatre. (CLOSED)

Jon Marans' play about the gay civil rights organization the Mattachine Society originally ran at the Barrow Group Studio Theatre in May, and moved to the larger space on June 10 (we've used stars below to indicate reviews of the June extension.) Acclaim is surely one reason for the extension: Though a few critics think the writing could be stronger, all agree the play works largely because of the fine work of the cast, especially Thomas Jay Ryan as Harry Hay. Critics are also impressed by Jonathan Silverstein's ability to direct the play so well on such a tight budget.


Backstage A+
(Erik Haagensen) The cast conveys the repression of the era palpably, along with the tremendous bravery of men who refused to accept the situation. Everyone takes on multiple roles except Thomas Jay Ryan, who brings the outsize Hay to blazing life. Ryan is adept at highlighting the many contradictions in Hay, who was simultaneously controlling and vulnerable, and in charting his journey from buttoned-down conformity to the flamboyant charisma of the man who founded the Radical Faeries in 1979. Michael Urie matches him in intensity as Gernreich, capturing the character's Viennese charm and quiet confidence and, despite Urie's dark good looks, locating his sexual appeal in his restless intelligence. Tom Beckett, Matthew Schneck, and Sam Breslin create vivid and distinct fellow travelers as Rowland, Hull, and Jennings and contribute virtuoso work in all the remaining roles, with a special nod to Beckett's Minnelli. Gernreich's artistic credo was "a bold statement on a classic pattern," and Marans has taken his advice, successfully shaping for the stage a sprawling story more naturally suited to film. The Temperamentals deserves a much longer life than this limited showcase run.

Nytheatre.com A+
(Martin Denton) Jonathan Silverstein's staging is taut and tender, drawing maximal impact from a very minimalist set by Clint Ramos. The ensemble of five is nothing short of superb: Thomas Jay Ryan as the powder-keg-on-the-verge-of-exploding that was Harry Hay and Michael Urie as the smoother, sadder, wiser Viennese Rudi are the play's anchors; Tom Beckett, Matthew Schneck, and Sam Breslin Wright play virtually everyone else in the story and demonstrate humanity and versatility in vast quantities. (Schneck's apparently limitless talents include playing the clarinet; I will let you discover for yourself how the clarinet fits in.) Marans's script never wavers from its worthy purpose, which is to teach (or remind) us of the courage and audacity of these pioneering homosexuals (they didn't call themselves gay in those days; indeed, they called themselves "Temperamentals"). He captures particularly well the furtiveness and the fear of exposure that pervaded gay social life 50 years ago (and even more recently than that); he also reveals the ordinariness of these remarkable men, though, in wonderful scenes like one where Dale buys a suit for his court date. If Harry Hay is remembered at all nowadays, it's as an icon, but he was of course just a man—one who valued the freedom to be who he was, what he was. "No, we are not broken heterosexuals," he proclaims. "We are an oppressed sexual minority." We must be inspired by such a man, whatever cause we choose to fight for.

Theatermania A
(David Finkle) The play might have devolved into little more than a Powerpoint lecture had Marans not been so ingenious about constructing his work in short scenes during which Hay and Gernreich play out their deep devotion to each other, while the Mattachine movement gains traction and what seem like scores of peripheral parades through their lives and through their unceasing determination to legitimize themselves and their brothers and sisters. Part of Marans' ingenuity is having four of the five actors assume multiple parts on a dime, including sunbathing (and topless) men, ladies in hats representing some of the women in Hay's life, and assorted lawyers, policemen, and even HUAC interrogators. While Ryan commands as the usually serious Hay, the others -- even Urie, playing Gernreich with a cunning Austrian accent -- jump through the colorful character hoops Marans has devised. Beckett, Schneck and Wright are particularly effective as, respectively, flamboyant Chuck, reticent Bob, and tough-guy Jennings. Moreover, the requirements of the play's lickety-split pace are met by director Jonathan Silverstein, who also makes the most of a set designed by Clint Ramos on what must have been an extremely short shoestring.

The New York Times A-
(Andy Webster) Directed by Jonathan Silverstein at the Barrow Group Studio Theater, the cast is, to a man, excellent, including Matthew Schneck as Rowland’s friend Bob Hull (and others), and Sam Breslin Wright as Dale Jennings, a former policeman who risked imprisonment by admitting his homosexuality in court. But it is Mr. Ryan who anchors the show, bringing a flinty backbone to Hay’s evolution from pragmatist in a business suit to flamboyant activist. His transformation, calibrated yet organic, carries the audience along. The only sour note is at the start of Act II, a dream sequence in which the cast members, in mild drag, depict women in Hay’s life. Presumably played for laughs, the scene, filled with harpies and harridans, is a grating exercise in misogyny, its bilious hostility sharply at odds with the idealism that surrounds it.

*The Village Voice A-
(Michael Feingold) In fraught, tender scenes, Marans depicts Rudi and Harry as a same-sex Romeo and Juliet, tragically driven apart by an unyielding world. Meantime, the Mattachine Society, an epilogue tells us, dwindled, after Hay's ouster, into "a frivolous social organization." Facts tell a different story on both counts. However intense Hay and Gernreich's affair was, a decade later, Hay met John Burnside, with whom he would spend the four remaining decades of his life. Together, some years after Stonewall, Hay co-founded with Burnside his second significant gay organization, San Francisco's Radical Faeries. And though the Mattachine Society faltered, splintered, and lost membership after shifting from radical activism to a more mainstream-friendly campaign for social tolerance, it did not turn trivial, persisting in the effort to combat police persecution and educate public opinion. (It also expanded its gender horizons, giving early support to the lesbian organization Daughters of Bilitis.) Knowing it was there probably saved the lives of a good many gay men who, in 1953, were too frightened, or not yet angry enough, to support Hay's brand of protest. Marans's free hand with facts gives his play a jittery, incomplete quality, which, in some respects, heightens its power; its fragmented blips of event carry an intense urgency, echoed in Jonathan Silverstein's forceful bare-stage production, which is occasionally crude but always effective.

Time Out New York B
(Andy Propst) Jonathan Silverstein’s staging can be hurriedly fussy, attempting to create a sense of whirlwind in the group’s clandestine activities. But when the production slows down, it’s impossible not to be moved by events as diverse as the trial of a man entrapped in a public bathroom and Hay and Gernreich’s awkward longing to hold hands as they sing a Christmas carol at a family gathering. The work offers satisfying theatergoing that enlightens and also instills a desire to learn more about this unheralded slice of gay American history.

OffOffOnline B
(Edward Karam) Apart from the breakneck flow of information, occasionally Marans’ writing has the ring of contrivance from hindsight: Harry tells Rudi, “Someday the Temperamentals will not only be making the quotes, but be in them…. I guarantee it will happen.” And it’s unfortunate that Ryan’s blunt, macho Harry and Urie's Rudi don’t have much chemistry together. (That may be because the politics takes over.) Still, in an era when openly gay people are fighting for the right to marry, this time-travel back to the nuclear winter of the closet is absorbing, despite its bumps.

New York Post B
(Frank Scheck) Marans' drama is a bit too sketchy to be fully effective, but the subject is fascinating, and the acting is terrific. Besides the supporting players, Urie is funny and charming as Gernreich, and Ryan superbly conveys his character's inner struggles, never more movingly than when Hay dons a colorful shawl and declares, "I intend never to be taken for heterosexual again!"

The Village Voice B-
(Garrett Eisler) Marans's sprawling script craves streamlining, and Jonathan Silverstein's mostly fluid production struggles against space constraints and too few actors (good as they are) in too many roles. But this passionate history lesson succeeds in showing how many different kinds of rights were at stake in what we call the civil rights era.

Variety B-
(Sam Thielman) Consider "The Temperamentals," a restrained play in a small space with half a dozen serious problems, handily redeemed by a truly terrific lead performance. Jon Marans' new piece about gay rights proto-activist Harry Hay (and his cohorts in the Mattachine Society) suffers occasionally from clunky docudrama exposition and some notably poor turns of phrase, but Thomas Jay Ryan as Hay gives the piece an unexpected gravitas and urgency. What ought to be a boring history lesson frequently transcends itself to become an engaging portrait of a man rightly obsessed with fairness.

Just Shows To Go You F+
(Patrick Lee) Jon Marans’ play is unfocused: it attempts to be both a history lesson about the gay activism of the Mattichine Society in the early 1950’s and a bittersweet love story about the group’s founders, Harry Hay and Rudi Gernreich. As a result it shortchanges both: we watch events unfold as in a history play that haven’t been shaped for thematic impact.

Backstage A+ 14; Nytheatre.com A+ 14; Theatermania A 13; The New York Times A- 12; The Village Voice A- 12; TONY B 10; OffOffOnline B 10; New York Post B 10; The Village Voice B- 9; Variety B- 9; Just Shows To Go You F+ 2; TOTAL: 115/11 = 10.45 (B)
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Shafrika, the White Girl

GRADE: B/B-

By Anika Larsen. Directed by April Nickell. Jaradoa Theater at the Vineyard Theatre. (CLOSED)

Critics understand why singer/actor Anika Larsen thought her story merits a play--she was raised by hippies in a hugely multiracial family, and never "felt quite white"--but most don't think she's found the best way to tell it. Even those who mostly enjoyed the show point out that Larsen seems to shy away from the conflicts inherent in such a multicultural upbringing, and that this is a deficiency not compensated for by the show's play-within-a-play "metatheatrics."


Associated Press B+
(Jennifer Farrar) It takes a brave person to put their entire family on public display, complete with childhood photos and home movies. Yet that's what Anika Larsen...does in her energetic, autobiographical musical...She reviews her childhood memories with the aid of a purposely childlike, buoyant cast that portrays her siblings through the years...Although the musical could be tightened — less onstage discussion about the direction of the show itself, for instance — the Larsen family story is appealingly told. Aided by a live band led by Karl Mansfield, the singing and dancing are infectious. Larsen provides touching lyrics for six original, often personal songs, giving new meaning to the idea that life should be like a musical.

The New York Times B
(Neil Genzlinger) There are a number of things to admire...There is much humor here...But the show never quite shakes its self-congratulatory feel, and it suffers from an excess of sugar. The production is by Jaradoa Theater, whose stated mission is to create “theater that promotes mercy, beauty and truth,” and everything feels relentlessly upbeat. There is a natural drama to Ms. Larsen’s story — this feel-good family has troubles just like any other — but she refuses to let it assert itself; instead she adopts a play-within-a-play gimmick in which the other cast members have to drag the negative things out of her. As for the songs, delivered by the large cast with a “High School Musical” bounciness, some are original, some appropriated. The biggest surprise is that “Ebony and Ivory” somehow manages to be effective and not too smarmy. And in the end, despite the show’s flaws, you’re glad to have met this unusual family.

Backstage B
(Leonard Jacobs) Co-conceived and directed by April Nickell, Shafrika trades on a wearingly ubiquitous device: metatheatrics. The sparkling, high-energy 17-member cast plays each member of Larsen's family except for Larsen, and a fair chunk of the evening involves how the cast hijacks Larsen's ideas for a show that would explore the challenges of coming of age in such an unusual, enlightened household. The cast often illustrates—and truncates—many of the anecdotes she relates, with Larsen shuttled to the sidelines. Interspersed throughout the evening are songs—some original, some not—that aren't intended to thrust the narrative ahead but punctuate it. This can be very hit-or-miss...I yearned for more inspired musical moments...Larsen writes in such a way that it feels spontaneous whenever a cast member leaps up offering to play this sibling or that parent. And with large photos of her siblings in frames along the back wall of Josh Zangen's utilitarian set (nice projections by Ben Demarest), interest in every child's background never diminishes.

Variety B-
(Marilyn Stasio) Quick, somebody -- write this woman a show, so she won't waste her gifts on another do-it-yourself project like this one...{It] may be politically worthy as community theater goes, but Larsen is a natural-born musical force who belongs on Broadway...According to the show's awkward premise -- that Anika needs a fresh perspective to tell her story -- the narrative is hijacked by ensemble members representing her brothers and sisters. They can sing, they can dance, and in the case of a few performers like Lawrence Stallings, they do it on a professional level.

CurtainUp B-
(Gregory Wilson) The show itself has its share of musical numbers, though at times these seem more tacked on to the framework of the story than an integral part of the production. None of the songs are memorable. Still, the performers take on both music and drama with gusto and their commitment is one of Shafrika, the White Girl's best features. Director April Nickell let her cast find its own way and as a result the production crackles with energy, with enthusiasm that's is contagious so that I really did find myself enjoying the fun the actors are clearly having. Larsen in particular is talented and delightfully engaging...I keep coming back to the story, which is fitting, since it's both Shafrika's greatest strength and its most disappointing weakness. As interesting as Larsen's tale is, it just doesn't work very well as a theater piece.

Theatermania C+
(Adam R. Perlman) The main problem is that Larsen doesn't know how to handle the contradictions inherent in family life; for example, how can people love and yet hurt each other or how you can be on the inside and outside at once? Larsen's confusion has led to a show that's not so much about this legitimately unique family as about her processing it. We watch as she relives her memories and thinks aloud about them. True, Larsen and director April Nickell stage those recollections with what they think is vibrancy...The sharp and scary edges of the memories are dulled to the point they all register as a big "so what?" Surely, Larsen must have had memories more fraught than solving the mystery of who wrote on the living room wall...Larsen seems to shrink from the limelight...Still, when she sings, Larsen is a different person. Her voice is large, powerful, and sure, but her big musical turns are few and far between.

AP B+ 11; NYT B 10; BS B 10; Variety B- 9; CU B- 9; TM C+ 8; TOTAL: 57/6=9.5 (B/B-)
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What We Were Hoping For

Elisabeth Vincentelli wrote a recent blog post in the New York Post's theater blog talking about her colleagues' responses to David Adjmi's Stunning at LCT3. You can read the piece here. I was quite excited by it for two reasons: First, it mentions (and links to) Critic-O-Meter (thanks, Elisabeth!), and second because it uses Critic-O-Meter as a resource for furthering the conversation about the show and critic's responses to it.

This is precisely the kind of thing Rob and I were hoping for when we started the site, and, indeed, I feel moments like this fly in the face of objections that we were somehow cheapening the discourse of theatre by providing a one-stop-shop for New York theater reviews. Our goal was always to provide an easy consumer guide and a tool for furthering conversation simultaneously. It's gratifying to see Elisabeth use it as such, just as it was gratifying to see her and Aaron Riccio discuss her thoughts on the show in the comments to our Coraline wrap-up. Read On »

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Stunning

GRADE: B-

By David Adjmi. Directed by Anne Kauffman. At The Duke Theatre. (CLOSED)

Stunning, which chronicles the faltering relationships between a fiftysomething "shady business man", his teenage bride and an African American academic-turned-maid in the Syrian Jewish community of Midwood, Brooklyn, marks up-and-coming playwright David Admji's New York debut, thanks to LCT 3. Leaving aside Matthew Murray's impassioned F+ pan, the general consensus surrounding this show is that Adjmi's play shows immense promise- particularly in its first act- but begins to deliver gradually diminishing returns in the second act. Leading the positive notices are NYPost's Elizabeth Vincentelli (who takes issue with her fellow critic's reactions to the show here) and Time Out's Adam Feldman.



NYPost A-
(Elizabeth Vincentelli) It's hard to believe that a ticket to this wonderful show costs only $20...The tonal shifts between tension and comedy are perfectly mastered, as are the incremental changes in power among the characters. Adjmi falters only briefly, lapsing into "Law & Order: SVU" territory toward the end. It's a minor problem, however, and he has the sense not to conclude on that note. Ace downtown director Anne Kauffman pulls everything together in her most assured and visually impressive production to date.

Time Out New York A-
(Adam Feldman) Nearly everything about David Adjmi’s Stunning has an original ring to it, from the setting—Brooklyn’s insular Syrian-Jewish community—to the brassy bleat of the dialogue...Directing the play for Lincoln Center’s fledgling LCT3 wing, Anne Kauffman explores the material with her usual exceptional eye for detail. All of the production details are beautifully well-judged—especially David Korins’s mod modular set, a gorgeous analogue for the way the characters get boxed in by whiteness. Toward the end of Stunning, Adjmi slides into conventionality himself in his treatment of Blanche. But Milioti’s Lily is a striking creation: adrift in a sea of gleam and struggling to make sense of the daze of her life

The New Yorker B+
(Hilton Als) It’s impossible to dismiss it outright or to lavish praise on it...There’s so much doubling and playing on ethnic identity in Stunning that watching the play feels, at times, like overdosing on George Herriman’s Krazy Kat, with its surfeit of Yiddish and American black locutions. The melding and exchanging of identities is most successful among the three Syrian Jewish women. This is where Adjmi’s real strength lies: he understands the clannish behavior of women—the rivalries, the bullying, the identification, the rejection, and the bonding that goes on among them. ... Adjmi is not alone in his failure to lift his black woman character above the stereotypes. It’s a complex cultural problem that has for decades plagued the white intellectuals who have tried to write about race. A few have managed it: Bernard Malamud’s profound stories of the fifties and sixties vividly express the tangle of fear, attraction, and hurt that existed between urban blacks and Jews of his generation. But Adjmi, in the end, buries Blanche in folklore: a safe, albeit racist move, and one that limits him as an artist—an artist whose next project I nevertheless can’t wait to see.

NYTimes B
(Jason Zinoman) Stunning, a stinging portrait of an insular Syrian Jewish community in contemporary Brooklyn, begins as stylized satire, moves quickly into urban fairy tale and finally emerges as a melodramatic tragedy. The shifts in tone and style present a high degree of difficulty, and while its virtuosic playwright, David Adjmi, nicely evokes an arrestingly skewed subculture onstage, he never makes us believe in the people who make it up...Anne Kauffman’s staging establishes a sleek, alienating style that emphasizes rather than integrates the play’s jarring shifts. Covering the entire back wall of David Korins’s gleaming white set is a mirror that puts the audience in the play. It’s a disorienting touch that like the coolly witty script, underlines the artifice of the production.

Variety B
(Marilyn Stasio) While it's fun to watch Blanche teaching Lily an appreciation for fine wine and 19th century poetry, Adjmi has bonier fish to fry. The profound social and racial prejudices of his Syrian-Jewish characters are no less shocking for being so casually stated, and Woodard switches to high-drama mode when it's time for Blanche to show her scars. But the scribe is equally unsparing about the tribal community's collective collusion in keeping their women uneducated and enslaved -- even to the point of ignorance about their own ethnic heritage. A scene in which Lily coolly informs her snooty girlfriends they are Arabs from the Iberian peninsula -- and indeed, not even Caucasian -- is priceless. Had Adjmi kept this sort of thing coming, "Stunning" would have lived up to its considerable promise.

Village Voice B
(Alexis Soloski) Stunning, produced by Lincoln Center's LCT3 series, is a rabbit punch of a play, opening as satire and transforming—sneak-attack-style—into brutal tragedy. Despite the linguistic precision of Adjmi's script and the fierce efficiency of Anne Kauffman's direction, this shift isn't entirely successful. Having mocked his characters, Adjmi then expects his audience to mourn them. He also expects us to credit the unlikely sexual relationship that Blanche and Lily develop: Woodard endows Blanche with a sinewy attraction and Milioti has a vulnerable charm, but their interaction lacks heat. Adjmi has written a difficult play—glossy and jagged, comfortable and discomfiting—but for a play about a maid, it ultimately proves too untidy.

Backstage B-
(Adam R. Perlman) The play is largely about being hemmed in and fighting to get out. But Adjmi paints both himself and his characters into a corner too tight to hold the bold and brilliant promise of his first act. It's a shame. Before collapsing into self-parody, Stunning starts off as the year's most exciting new play...LCT3, Lincoln Center Theater's new initiative, has given Stunning a first-rate production. Anne Kauffman's stylish direction has a character-driven vitality that is far too rare. David Korins' set is a marvel of white minimalism that Lily, in an inspired bit of symbolism, insists must be freshly repainted everyday. I wish Adjmi would follow suit and white out his play's decline into desperate melodrama. By the time we reach the headshaking conclusion, it's hard to recognize the exhilarating voice that had spoken from the stage earlier in the evening.

TheaterMania B-
(Patrick Lee) While this lively and engaging play convincingly depicts the growing intimate friendship between the two women, it falls frustratingly short of coming together as a unified, thematically cohesive whole...it seems to reach for a larger theme that doesn't quite come off, and some of Adjmi's plotting (recurring references to a ghost in the house, for example) seems more convenient than thematically purposeful. This is especially felt as the second act winds down toward a less than effective conclusion

Associated Press C+
(Jennifer Farrar) Adjmi juxtaposes mismatched cultures and emotional themes that have dramatic possibilities. But despite the tension that builds as the plot twists and darkens, the result falls somehow flat. Under Anne Kauffman's direction, the talented cast brings sharp comedic timing to the humorous moments and credibility to the more harrowing scenes.

TalkinBroadway F+
(Matthew Murray) Despite its story about the conflation of race, religion, and sexuality in modern-day Brooklyn, this plodding and pretentious play, which has been sharply directed by Anne Kauffman and is flaccidly acted by an unruly cast of six, is most useful as an object lesson for playwrights. If you’re tempted to inject every conceivable thing you care about into your play, [sic] it screams continually over its interminable running time of two hours and 20 minutes, don’t. Author and audience alike will benefit more from a tight collection of fully realized concepts than a murky smorgasbord.

NYP A- 12; TONY A- 12; TNY B+ 11; VV B 10; NYT B 10; V B 10; BS B- 9; TM B- 9; AP C+ 8; TB F+ 2; TOTAL: 93 / 10 = 9.3 (B-)

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Friday, June 19, 2009

The Pied Pipers of the Lower East Side

Grade: B

Written and Directed by Derek Ahonen. Produced by The Amoralists. At PS122. (CLOSED)

The Amoralists' stated goal of producing work "of no moral judgment" presents an obvious challenge for critics and aggregators of critics. And while the critics listed below cannot help but judge this three-act comedy-drama about contemporary bohemians, their inevitable judgments are rather more diverse than the flattened B grade above suggests. More than a couple reviews point out Ahonen's unpaid debt to Rent, but most forgive this and other shortcomings as part of the slacker spirit embodied in the show. This re-mount of a 2007 production features a couple new cast members and seems to leave everyone with something to think about afterwards. But in a sharp dissenting opinion from the other side of Washington Square Park, our bohemian standard-bearer, The Village Voice, finds Piper "cheap" and derivative.



Time Out New York A
(Adam Feldman) Ahonen has written full, complex characters, and the committed cast approaches them with sincerity and heart. This is exciting work, fresh and refreshing: The Pied Pipers of the Lower East Side makes you want to follow the Amoralists wherever they go next.

Blogcritics.com A
(Jon Sobel) Playwright Derek Ahonen has a finely tuned ear for the way his Communist-Anarchist-Environmentalist heroes and heroines talk. The play skewers their free-love and pop-psychology platitudes, while loving the characters to death at the same time. I say "the play" because while Mr. Ahonen may be responsible for the dialogue, the Amoralists truly are, as their mission statement proclaims, an "actor driven" company. It feels as if these actors were born to play these parts. The play is a perfect whole -- not for a second is the theatrical spell broken. And somehow the political and moral message survives all the mockery.

Off-Off Online A
(Doug Strassler) Ahonen’s play is never one-sided. We understand why Dear’s thinking is hopeful but flawed, and why Donovan’s philanthropy is so self-serving. He asks important questions and, while Pied Pipers offers plenty of reasons, leads the audience to arrive at their own answers to them. What is abundantly clear, however, is how important all six of Ahonen’s characters are to him as people. Love stories don’t come any purer than this.

nytheatre.com A-
(James Comtois) This is a wonderful show I had a great deal of fun with. It simultaneously deals with both abstract ideas and physical human behavior. Although it's not perfect—there are some subplots and ideas conveyed that are a little less developed than others—Ahonen's show, produced by The Amoralists, offers a fun, thought-provoking and sometimes intense night of theatre, something that's well worth the audience's time, attention, and money.

Examiner.com A-
(Suzanna Bowling) In a sense this story is the cliche of what happened and is still happening to the East Side and in a less dramatic way to New York. The play is funny at times if not a little long. The actors are full of energy and flesh out the characters so we know exactly who these people are ... Presented by The Amoralists, it is fearlessness, intelligent, outrageous and real ... a must see.

The New Yorker B
(Branden Jacobs-Jenkins) What this nearly three-hour dose of high-energy Steppenwolf-style realism is doing at the avant-garde haven P.S. 122 is anyone’s guess. But the young company’s deep commitment and contagious exuberance—marred only by an eagerness to turn every scene into a screaming match, a handful of borderline overly passionate performances, and an extended instance of somewhat gratuitous full-frontal nudity—brings to mind the vitality that distinguished the early Off-Off Broadway work of artists like Sam Shepard only a generation ago.

HX.com C
(Dan Avery) Pipers offers humor, titillating nudity and some interesting philosophical nuggets. But it’s not clear whether we’re supposed to embrace it’s radical theories or laugh at them.

The Village Voice D
(Miriam Felton-Dansky) It's easy to see Pied Pipers as an indictment of leftist Americans—scarfing soy cheese, spouting Zapatista chants, ignoring the capitalists keeping insolvency at bay. Ahonen doesn't pursue this theme, instead demanding sympathy for his brats while playing them for sitcom-style laughs: cheap nudity, vegan jokes. Like the original Pied Piper, these stinky bohemians don't lead us anywhere good.

Theatre Mania D
(Dan Bacalzo) In the first few minutes of Derek Ahonen's The Pied Pipers of the Lower East Side, now at PS 122, characters scream at each other, throw things, do drugs, and make out. This pattern then continues, with slight variations, for two hours and 45 minutes, including two intermissions. While the production (also directed by Ahonen) is not without humor, it ultimately comes across as wearying and lacking depth.

Time Out New York A 13; Blogcritics.com A 13; Off-Off Online A 13; Nytheatre.com A- 12; Examiner.com A- 12; The New Yorker B 10; HX.com C 7; The Village Voice D 4; Theatre Mania D 4; TOTAL: 88/9 = 9.78 (B)
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The Wiz

GRADE: C+

Music and lyrics by Charlie Smalls, book by William F. Brown. Dir. Thomas Kail. Chor. Andy Blankenbuehler. New York City Center. (CLOSED)

The nicest thing critics can say about Ashanti, who stars as Dorothy in City Center's revival of The Wiz, is that she is pretty and has a nice voice. They unanimously agree that she cannot act and feel similarly about Orlando Jones as The Wiz, but are grateful that the talented supporting cast makes up for the faults of the stars, especially LaChanze (Aunt Em, Glinda), James Monroe Iglehart (Lion), Christian Dante White (Scarecrow), and Joshua Henry (Tinman). Critics are less in agreement about Andy Blankenbuehler's choreography, which some consider a delight and others consider a mess, and Thomas Kail's direction, which some say highlights the faults inherent in the book. In general, critics refrain from bashing the production, as they still find it to be a fun time.


NYMag A+
(Michael Alan Connelly) Charlie Smalls’s score is still fun and funky, but the show’s greatest asset is Andy Blankenbuehler’s high-octane choreography, which includes elements of Savion Glover’s and Alvin Ailey’s work along with nearly everything in between.

Talkin' Broadway A
(Matthew Murray) No, "perfect” and this show - and, to some extent, this production - are not concepts that fit together easily. But by the standards of this new series, put on by the folks behind the Encores! concert stagings of older musicals, The Wiz is tops. It displays and delivers an energy, a completeness, and a commitment that neither of the previous Summer Stars outings, Gypsy in 2007 and Damn Yankees in 2008, showed. If there’s an unmistakable whiff of summer stock hurriedness about the whole thing - especially its game but less-than-ideal leading lady - the stakes are so low and the entertainment so plentiful that it seldom matters... Of course, the show has its share of construction problems. For all the build-up of the Wicked Witch of the West (here named Evillene), her menacing and dispatching are confined to only a few minutes of stage time. The second act is very short, yet crammed with musical numbers that don’t expand much on the action. (Glinda, the Good Witch of the South, gets two lengthy back-to-back showstoppers.) And there’s an unease to the overall assembly that suggests the creators preferred making alterations to making sure the outfit flawlessly caressed every contour. Even so, the show has been rendered quite well here, led by director Thomas Kail, choreographer Andy Blankenbuehler, and musical director Alex Lacamoire (conducting the typically excellent Encores! Orchestra), all who also collaborated on In the Heights. They and set designer David Korins, costume designer Paul Tazewell, and lighting designer Ken Billington capture plenty of urban charm that highlights the danger and the wonder of the shabby-chic Oz in equal measure.

Backstage A-
(David Sheward) The team behind In the Heights—director Thomas Kail and choreographer Andy Blankenbuehler—create imaginative variations on Geoffrey Holder's original Broadway staging, which cleverly employed dancers and props to create tornadoes, flying monkeys, and the Yellow Brick Road. Kail and Blankenbuehler have much of the spacious City Center stage to work with. Set designer David Korins has ingeniously devised an upstage environment for the orchestra that incorporates Dorothy's windblown farmhouse and the exotic land of Oz. A chorus of athletic dancers and stylish singers, costumed with flair by Paul Tazewell, romp within this set piece and on the open downstage area, creating an urban version of Baum's fantastic journey. Music director Alex Lacamoire leads the orchestra in a spirited performance of Charlie Smalls' dynamic score. This joyful express train only slows down when the top-billed Ashanti and Orlando Jones stop singing. Both performers' lack of stage experience is evident in their inability to create through-lines for their characters.

Bloomberg News A-
(John Simon) Hats off to David Korins’s airy set design, whose rich inventiveness more than compensates for a modest budget. Paul Tazewell’s costumes exude good humor, and Ken Billington’s lighting seems to dance along with the hoofers. We rejoice in resisting the deceptive greens of the Emerald City and blush with guilty pleasure at the raucous reds of Evillene, the Wicked Witch of the West’s domain. Most wonderful of all are the stunning flights of the soaring dancers, and the no less soaring harmonies of the near-ubiquitous chorus... The only letdown -- although a serious one -- is in the leads. As Dorothy, Ashanti sings pleasingly enough, but she isn’t much of an actress, her posture often listless and her expression a frequently frozen blank. As the Wiz, Orlando Jones (to be succeeded on June 29 by Colman Domingo) meets the required minimum, but is a far cry from the wizardry of Andre De Shields in the Broadway premiere and Richard Pryor in the otherwise misbegotten 1978 movie. Still and all, there is a good deal here captivating enough for an evening of much euphoria, staying with us for a return to our home almost as joyous as Dorothy’s to hers.

Entertainment Weekly B+
(Thom Geier) One of the chief pleasures is the tuneful music and lyrics of Charlie Smalls, a gifted melodist who died tragically young in 1987 at age 43. Songs like ''Ease on Down the Road,'' ''No Bad News,'' and ''Believe in Yourself'' are infectious enough to require a CDC bulletin. William F. Brown's book, which hews closely to L. Frank Baum's original story, has been given a few smart tweaks to downplay some of its '70s origins (and slang). As a result, the show feels less of a well-executed period piece a la Hair and more like a timeless story. But as contemporary as The Wiz feels, this production remains rooted in African American traditions: from tap dance to Alvin Ailey-style choreography, from gospel choruses to plastic barrels as percussion, from masks to seemingly homespun costumes.


Theatermania
B+
(Andy Propst) Korins' framework for the Kansas farmhouse that's blown away by a tornado shatters with amazing grace and beauty (with some assistance from the dancers performing Andy Blankenbuehler's frequently clever and surprising choreography). When Dorothy (Ashanti) and her pals -- Scarecrow (Christian Dante White), Tinman (Joshua Henry) and Lion (James Monroe Iglehart) -- stumble upon the poppy field that threatens to put them all into an opiate-induced sleep, a swath of green fabric transforms with a lithesome group of dancers whom Tazewell has clad in green leotards with wispy red headdresses... Under the circumstances, it's difficult not to wish that Ashanti provided a similar luminescence. The young R&B star has a powerhouse voice that's well suited for Charlie Smalls' songs; but the gusto which she displays while singing rarely carries to the show's book scenes, where her work is sweet but unremarkable. Thankfully, Dorothy's compatriots are more engaging, particularly White's rubber-jointed and often hilarious turn as Scarecrow; he seems to channel Ray Bolger from the MGM film and Eddie Murphy simultaneously. Equally impressive is Henry, who brings a heartfelt smoothness to Tinman's lush ballad "What Would I Do If I Could Feel?"

Newsday B+
(Linda Winer) The impact of the slick, ambitious evening depends on one's affection for the musical, a middle-of-the-road, rock-and-soul extravaganza that already seemed old-fashioned, uneven and a little schlocky when new... Since Encores! requires an onstage orchestra and "The Wiz" requires lots of set changes, the relatively simple scenery is augmented with Paul Tazewell's witty costumes and with terrific dancers as visual storytellers. For example, the tornado is really twisting, spiraling limbs. The Yellow Brick Road is made of hanging lights. The Munchkins roll around on office chairs. Tichina Arnold, as the Wicked Witch of the West, nails the evil attitude with her down-and-dirty "No Bad News." But my heart belongs to James Monroe Iglehart's big mushball of a Lion, Christian Dante White's lanky rag-doll Scarecrow and, especially, Joshua Henry's elegantly singing, tapping Tin Man.

New York Post C+
(Elisabeth Vincentelli) Wheeler (now the equally inspired music director on "Dancing With the Stars") beams us back to a '70s wonderland of wacka-wacka guitars, explosive horns and Stevie Wonder-inspired keyboards. Energetically rendered by conductor Alex Lacamoire and a large orchestra, the score constantly lifts up the show... As Dorothy, Ashanti has a sweet voice that can turn powerful when required, but she sticks to the same expression -- blank befuddlement -- the entire time. Which is a problem since she's always onstage. Unable to work around this handicap, director Thomas Kail and choreographer Andy Blankenbuehler (reuniting after "In the Heights") have patched together a series of barely connected scenes, busy rather than kinetic. Blankenbuehler's moves, in particular, look like sloppy "Solid Gold" with an occasional limp hip-hop twist. But every time you start thinking there's too much Cheez in this "Wiz," someone in the supporting cast fires off a triple-cream turn.

The Daily News C
(Joe Dziemianowicz) Like the revival itself, the over-the-title R&B diva is hit and miss—a mighty singer with a voice that soars, but a limited actress whose face registers apprehension, delight, anger, whatever, with scarcely a shift in expression... That central miscasting aside, the bigger issue with this overwrought and unfocused staging is that the director, Thomas Kail (a Tony nominee for "In the Heights"), hasn’t come up with a concept or style to integrate the show into a cohesive story, something more than just a collection of colorful scenes.
Instead, he piles on production numbers by Andy Blankenbuehler, a choreographer who won a Tony for "Heights" but doesn’t know when to say when. His busy dances tend to upstage the singers. Pour enough sprinkles on a sundae and you won’t even taste the ice cream. Fortunately, you can’t keep a good score down and the lion’s share of Charlie Smalls’ pop and soul tunes are better than that. Harold Wheeler’s ear-tickling orchestrations have been overseen by musical director Alex Lacamoire, and the songs sound fun and fresh as ever.

The New York Times C-
(Charles Isherwood) The music and lyrics by Charlie Smalls retain an irresistible pop appeal. It may be easier to enjoy the production if you try to tune out the alternately sluggish and frenzied spectacle onstage and focus on the mostly able musical interpretations of the best songs. (The costumes by Paul Tazewell are a gaudy, glittery mixed bag, ranging from authentically fabulous to just weird.)... For all the energy and verve brought by individual performers to their big moments, the production never gains any real locomotion, notwithstanding endless amounts of kinetic choreography from Mr. Blankenbuehler for the many ensemble numbers. While ably performed by the agile dancers, much of it feels cluttered, empty of purpose and generically urban. Even Mr. Blankenbuehler’s moments of invention don’t pay off as you might hope. The first big number, in which a human tornado whisks away Dorothy’s home piece by piece, suggests a dance interpretation of “Extreme Home Makeover” as performed by the Solid Gold Dancers.

Time Out New York D+
(Adam Feldman) While The Wiz may have seemed sassy and liberating in 1975, today it seems like reheated blaxploitation. Under Thomas Kail’s scattered direction, some performers wither—such as Orlando Jones as the titular charlatan—while others manage to pop, including Tichina Arnold as the wicked Evillene, James Monroe Inglehart as the quavering Lion and LaChanze as the kindly, blue-turbaned Glinda. There are occasional flashes of cleverness, too, in David Korins’s set, Paul Tazewell’s costumes and Andy Blankenbuehler’s busy choreography. But mostly, the show makes you feel like Dorothy: It’s all very colorful, but you wish you could just go home.

Just Shows To Go You D+
(Patrick Lee) The tornado-sized vacuum at the center of this Wiz is pop star Ashanti, a pretty, pleasing-toned singer who has been pitilessly stunt-cast as Dorothy... With a void where its heart should be the musical, one slice after another of 70’s black-tastic retro, can’t amount to more than concert and dance pageant. As such it has two enormous virtues in its favor - the strength of the City Center Encores orchestra, and Andy Blackenbuehler’s electrifying, often thrillingly inventive choreography. To my mind, Blackenbuehler is one of the most interesting and exciting of the newer choreographers and a lot of his work here wows.


AMNY
D+
(Matt Windman) While this upbeat African-American retelling of “The Wizard of Oz” was a huge Broadway hit in the 1970s, it has not aged well. Truth be told, it’s more of a historic curiosity than a great musical. Its awkward combination of soulful anthems and throwaway jokes now plays out unconvincingly like a museum piece. To make matters worse, the Encores production, which is staged by the “In the Heights” team of director Thomas Kail and choreographer Andy Blankenbuehler, is extremely bland. It lacks a coherent vision and is marked mainly by odd costume choices. While its athletic hip-hop choreography occasionally looks fabulous, it is just as often clumsy and derivative... But in spite of its flaws, “The Wiz” still remains modestly fun. As is the case with all Encores productions, a large and lush orchestra is on hand to give full effect to the score.


Variety
D-
(David Rooney) The choreography itself is a major glitch. It might have worked either to take a time-warp route, with cheesy '70s disco moves, or to go in a more interpretive, less literal direction. Blankenbuehler instead hovers somewhere in between, injecting touches of breakdance and hip-hop into sloppily executed ballets that struggle with the storytelling demands of a tornado, the capture of Dorothy and her companions by winged monkeys or even the simple notion of easing on down the road. There's invariably too much happening onstage, and most of it feels random and unpolished. As with Blankenbuehler, Kail's principal qualification is his experience on another ethnically specific musical, "In the Heights." But the director grew with that show from its college presentation through an Off Broadway run to its final incarnation, working with the musical's principal creator. Even on Broadway, however, "Heights" is a single-setting show about a finite group of characters who are presented in the opening number and evolve over the course of the action. "The Wiz" is a crazy-quilt fairy tale, with multiple locations and fantastical new characters popping up at every turn. All that spins quickly out of Kail's grasp, and the best he can do is string together William F. Brown's episodic book, without building momentum or heart.

The Hollywood Reporter D-
(Frank Scheck) Neither William F. Brown's sketchy book nor Charlie Smalls' score has aged particularly well, though there are some decent numbers, the most familiar of which, of course, is the oft-reprised "Ease on Down the Road." The obviously low budget has resulted in a bland, abstract set design and hit-or-miss costumes. Although there are undeniably clever touches -- like the Munchkins being full-heighted performers rolling around on wheeled chairs -- other devices, like representing the Yellow Brick Road with yellow light bulbs, don't exactly evoke wonder. Kail's staging is decidedly underwhelming, and Blankenbuehler's eclectic and seemingly nonstop choreography -- incorporating influences ranging from hip-hop to Alvin Ailey -- never feels organic.

The Bergen Record D-
(Robert Feldberg) What might have been energizing in 1975 now seems tired, and borderline offensive: a presentation of a "white" story through stereotypical urban-black characters and jokes. (The Wiz responds to the Scarecrow's wish for a brain by handing him a GED diploma.) The book by William F. Brown hits the highlights of the L. Frank Baum story and classic MGM musical, but doesn't make much effort to connect them, which results in a show that is both casual and confusing. It's a flaw emphasized by director Thomas Kail, who was much more successful with "In the Heights." He lavishes attention on individual numbers, often making them great fun (although Andy Blankenbuehler's choreography is bland and joyless).

Wall Street Journal F
(Terry Teachout) The singing is terrific, but the songs sound like bonus tracks from “Great TV Themes of the ’70s,” and Andy Blankenbuehler’s busy but aimless dances never seem to go anywhere. Fans of Ashanti, the R&B star who is making her stage debut as Dorothy, will doubtless want to watch her do so, though I regret to say that she can’t act at all, not even a teeny little bit. As for the mighty LaChanze, who plays the double role of Aunt Em and Glinda, hiring her to appear in a show as stale as this is like hiring Willie Sutton to knock over a 7-Eleven.

NYMag A+ 14; Talkin' Broadway A 13; Backstage A- 12; Bloomberg News A- 12; EW B+ 11; Theatermania B+ 11; Newsday B+ 11; New York Post C+ 8; The Daily News C 7; The New York Times C- 6; TONY D+ 5; Just Shows To Go You D+ 5; AMNY D+ 5; Variety D- 3; The Hollywood Reporter D- 3; The Bergen Record D- 3; WSJ F 1; TOTAL: 130/17 = 7.65 (C+)
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Dov and Ali

GRADE: C+

By Anna Ziegler. Directed by Katherine Kovner. Playwrights Realm at the Cherry Lane Studio Theatre. (CLOSED).

Faint praise greets Anna Ziegler's drama about an Orthodox Jewish high school teacher and his strict Muslim student; even critics who consider the play a worthy effort lament its paucity of surprises or complications. Most critics think the cast brings the show some needed pulse and nuance, and most don't quibble too much with the playwright's good intentions. And though most writers don't use the contentious subject matter to score any political points, Nytheatre's David Ian Lee sees fit to cite Hitchens on religion, while Theatermania's David Finkle refers offhandedly to "the Muslim sense of women's inferiority."



CurtainUp B+
(Elyse Sommer) Though Dov and Ali fits the genre of discussion play, this is no wordy Shavian treatise but a tightly constructed play, albeit one that never quite rises to its loftier ambitions and on more than one occasion asks the audience to suspend questioning the characters' actions too closely. Still Ziegler has imbued the discussion with warmth and impressive dramatic flair, especially in her use of Ali's sister Sameh (Anitha Gandhi) as both narrator and active participant. Miss Ziegler is blessed in having her script given a simple yet handsomely realized production by a director (Katherine Kovner) with a solid grip on the mood and flow of the story, and four actors sensitive to the nuances of the individual and group dynamics...Likely to have an active life in regional theaters.

The New York Times B
(Ken Jaworowski) In some ways Dov and Ali could be called a flawless play: the characters speak in precise sentences, their arguments are soundly constructed, their entrances and exits are impeccably timed. Indeed, the work, by Anna Ziegler, is so well assembled that you soon long for it to get messy, to have a character be more than just a figure who spouts partisan viewpoints or who doesn’t always have the perfect line right at hand...Mr. Green and Mr. Ambudkar do commendable jobs of creating nuance, given the script’s demands: even in the midst of passionate arguments their characters’ phrasings are grammatically impressive and their thoughts clearly articulated...There is no real mystery as to the path the story will follow: disagreement, conflict, then, ultimately, mutual understanding. Still, the play, being staged at the Cherry Lane Studio Theater, is never less than watchable. In a time of ceaseless snark and cynicism, its earnestness in asking bigger questions can be downright refreshing. Just because a lesson is being supplied doesn’t mean it’s not worth learning.

Nytheatre.com B
(David Ian Lee) When Dov and Ali stays in the classroom, sharp ideas are offered via cool words exchanged between intriguing characters predisposed to dramatic conflict. Yet the narrative landscape of Dov and Ali ranges far and wide...Dov and Ali boasts an attractive, appealing cast, and includes some very strong performances...Dov and Ali is occasionally hindered by blocking and staging conventions that seem visibly at odds with the impulses and intuitive behavior of the ensemble...Still, Dov and Ali is not a bad evening of theatre. Anna Ziegler's beguiling script crackles with nuance and wit, referring directly and indirectly to politics, current events, and literature.

Theatermania B
(David Finkle) Effective if less-than-psychologically complex play...Towards the play's close, Ziegler has Ali say to Dov, "I just don't think, Mr. Gold -- with all due respect -- that life is about pleasing our fathers." It's a remark that pretty much puts the play's message in a nutshell, which isn't the sort of thing that counts as the mark of a subtle playwright at work...Green, Ambudkar, Gandhi, and Armbruster enhance the work's strengths and minimize its obvious weaknesses.

Backstage C
(A.R. Perlman) There are no surprises. The plot proceeds not by logic but by convenience, with characters knowing whatever's required to advance the dialogue while remaining ignorant of whatever might impede it. The four actors give the performances asked of them. Adam Green is the unsure teacher, Utkarsh Ambudkar the too-sure student, Heidi Armbruster the shiksa, Anitha Gandhi the Muslim woman who dares to think. These are, of course, ideas, not characters, but the actors poke a few nice grace notes through the thick surface. Something similar happens in the writing. In the toss-away moments, where the dialogue is lived-in rather than hurled to make a point, Ziegler is smartly observational. Perhaps she had to write this play, but I look forward to seeing future, less important works.

New York Post C-
(Frank Scheck) This depiction of the ways in which the two characters' ingrained religious beliefs affect their lives doesn't exactly burst with surprises, but its heart is certainly in the right place...This is the sort of play in which the characters reveal their attitudes in bluntly expository fashion, engaging less in dialogue than stilted debate. Its issues are all on the surface and, while the playwright has crafted them with care, she's left little for the audience to think about. By the time it reaches its all-too-predictable conclusion, the evening has taken on the feel of a sociology class homework assignment.

Lighting & Sound America C-
(David Barbour) The playwright, Anna Ziegler, is mostly interested in drawing parallels between Dov and Ali, each of whom is hostage to his religious tradition. It's an interesting idea, even if it requires more sophisticated treatment than it gets here. But she miscalculates badly by making Dov a tongue-tied milquetoast; it makes for terribly lopsided debates. Also, as in Geoffrey Naufft's recent and overpraised Next Fall, the characters' religious beliefs are presented as black-or-white, all-or-nothing propositions, devoid of nuance or sophistication and pitted against each other in a zero-sum game of war...Katherine Kovner's staging is well-paced, but I wished for a little more stillness onstage; the actors tend to fidget and shuffle about a bit too much...Ziegler has taken on what may be the great subject matter of our time. But you can't probe stereotypes and expect to get much of anything. Unfortunately, Dov and Ali trivializes more than it illuminates.

Variety D
(Sam Thielman) Watching Dov and Ali is a little like talking politics with a person who raises the subject but is too timid to have opinions. Playwright Anna Ziegler seems to believe it would be rude to come to any conclusions about Jewish/Muslim relations, the fundamentalist elements in either culture, or anyone's religious convictions...Ziegler's tightly structured play has clearly been cut and polished down to its essence, which is only a virtue if you're not already being glib...Katherine Kovner's adequate direction gets all the points across, but it doesn't add any nuance to the play...The problem with cultural clashes between the West and the Islamic world has surprisingly little to do with anyone's inability to express himself, and the suggestion that religion simply stifles the better angels of our nature is a condescending one.

CU B+ 11; NYT B 10; Nytheatre B 10; TM B 10; BS C 7; NYP C- 6; LS&A C- 6; V D 4; TOTAL: 64/8=8 (C+)
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#9

GRADE: C+

Devised by Waterwell. Composed by Lauren Cregor and Waterwell. Dir. Tom Ridgely. Chor. Monica Bill Barnes. 59E59. (CLOSED)

Critics lament the fact that #9 isn't as strong a piece as they'd expect from Waterwell. The general consensus is that though there are some strong insights about new technologies such as Facebook and Twitter in the first half, ultimately the second half fails to arrive at a satisfying conclusion. Critics point out a few memorable numbers, but for the most part find the music to be a weaker aspect of the show, except for Paulanne Simmons (CurtainUp), who singles it out as the highlight. Even critics less than enamored with the production make it a point to emphasize Waterwell's value in the off-off-Broadway community.


Theatermania A
(Sandy MacDonald) Marshall McLuhan would probably have approved the message implicit in #9, the highly amusing and extremely ambitious experimental chamber musical collectively created by Waterwell, now at 59E59 Theaters, about life in the Internet age... Writer/director Tom Ridgely guides his cast briskly through their rapidly transmogrifying paces, amid Nick Benacerraf's media-rich and literally "wired" set. What with all the scene/character-shifting, not to mention the weighty philosophical underpinnings, I'll admit to being often perplexed -- but always pleasurably so.

Time Out New York B-
(Adam Feldman) The divine Hanna Cheek is always fascinating to watch onstage; but although she is joined here once again by the amusingly dandyish Kevin Townley, two other core Waterwell members—Arian Moayed and Rodney Gardiner—are missing in action. The capable Matt Dellapina and David Ryan Smith, stepping into roles clearly written for the absent men, can’t quite plug the hole. While it is bold of the company to create an entirely original text, rather than an adaptation, the result seems adrift: As the play progresses, Dellapina and Smith’s plotlines dissipate, Tom Ridgely’s direction gets smudgy and Lauren Cregor’s songs start to pile up on one another. (A long, late sequence that features Townley as the sun should be cut right now.) There is a lot to enjoy here, as in any Waterwell show; I only wish I could recommend it more fully.

The Village Voice B-
(Alexis Soloski) Though funny and clever—and featuring a quartet of fearless performances—#9, like the majority of online content, could use some editing. In the way of much devised theater, individual moments delight, but don't coalesce—it's theater as BitTorrent. Most songs need better integration into the text, and some ought to be cut altogether. (I'd nominate the incongruous biblical number.) Still, Off-Off-Broadway's a better place with Waterwell online.

Nytheatre.com B-
(Loren Noveck) David's search for his family has the deepest emotional register (helped by David Ryan Smith's amazing singing voice and the emotion he brings out in song); and the slow realization of his deep pain, and his inability to share it directly, is haunting. Kevin's romantic quest, expertly handled by Kevin Townley (my favorite musical number is Kevin's dialogue with the potential matches presented to him), too, mixes a sort of determinedly cockeyed optimism with poignancy, and is both humorous and touching... Certain sections didn't connect for me at all—like a number of sequences set in "Echoland," a club that seems to be both virtual and real; although the club scenes feature some thoroughly enjoyable musical numbers, they sometimes seem to be showy for their own sake rather than serving a function in the show. And the jumping-around, nonlinear structure sometimes inspires unanticipated connections and sometimes just creates confusion—but I'm not sure it would be possible to tell this kind of story and ask these kinds of questions in any other form... Even if not always entirely successful, #9 is asking the questions we need to ask to live in this new world we've created.

Backstage C+
(Leonard Jacobs) Think of the first half of #9—which examines the innumerable ways in which technology, social networking in particular, affects how people interact with each other—as the best kind of first date you can possibly imagine: The chemistry is strong and dynamic; every element seems to fit. Think of the second half of #9 as, well, if not the worst second date you can possibly imagine, certainly one in which everything you thought you knew about the first date is suddenly revealed as synthetic. Disappointment reigns... Far too many themes and motifs laid down in the first half are not picked up and brought to their logical conclusions. Sadly, the chief culprit is the songs, which are co-credited to Lauren Cregor and the Waterwell collective. Yes, they serve as respites from all the frenetic scenes, but they are so wildly plentiful—needless if beautiful substitutes for narrative—that they thwart the impact of the piece. Less song, more story, please.

The New York Times C
(Claudia La Rocco) The cast is game, and remarkably pleasing considering how ill-conceived the material is. David Ryan Smith’s warm, mellow voice and stage presence do a lot, for example, to offset the fact that his character, David, spends the bulk of the show lamenting his recently killed father, creating online tributes to the man and singing songs with choice lyrics: Like I knew. Like a bat. Like the wave. Like heavy rain. Like a crank... There are a few nice choreographic tidbits by Monica Bill Barnes, who gives the cast mechanical little flourishes and one memorable montage including flamenco, Irish step dancing, tap and more. But there isn’t much else to remember in this thin concept piece. Sites like Twitter and Facebook may drive us to distraction, but as technologies go they, much like “#9,” are not particularly threatening — or dramatic.

Lighting & Sound America C-
(David Barbour) With most of the interesting stuff front-loaded into the first half-hour, #9 ends up running on fumes for most its 100-minute running time. It's possible that the director, Tom Ridgely, working with the company, could carve out a solid piece lasting an hour, or even a little more. As it is, despite an attractive and game cast, I was ready to log off long before the piece was over. The production does have a clever scenic design by Nick Benacerraf, in which the walls of the theatre are covered with newspapers, cable, fluorescent light tubes, and a couple of video screens -- the latter displaying the Twitter page to which all are encouraged to send tweets during the show. Alex Koch, the video designer, also provides some amusing content, including pre-show talk by an animated Noah Wyle, "of the hit television series ER." ("Perhaps you remember White Oleander," he adds, hopefully.) The lighting, by Stacey Boggs, and the sound, by Chris Rummel, are both serviceable, and Elizabeth Payne's costumes seem suited to each cast member. I suspect that the wandering structure of #9 seems intended to match the nonlinear nature of the web, in which one bit of information connects to another, leading one down endless blind alleys of data that never arrive at anything like a conclusion. In the theatre, however, one expects somebody to get to the point sooner or later -- and, somehow, #9 never quite does that.

CurtainUp D+
(Paulanne Simmons) About halfway into the piece the writers seemed to have been having so much fun that they forgot what they were originally writing about. All that's left is a vague commentary on the pitfalls and possibilities of the technological age (the audience is encouraged to twitter comments throughout)... The best part of the evening are the songs composed by Lauren Gregor. The upbeat score combines rock, country, blues, even Eastern-inflected music in an original and engaging way. Cheek gives some sexy twists and turns as she vamps to a few numbers, and Townley is an excellent Elvis impersonator. Smith brings the audience happily back to the days when soul ruled the way rap does today. As to why are there songs at all in this production and what music's function is in the technological world— Waterwell apparently doesn't believe it was necessary to address these questions.

Theatermania A 13; TONY B- 9; The Village Voice B- 9; Nytheatre.com B- 9; Backstage C+ 8; The New York Times C 7; Lighting & Sound America C- 6; CurtainUp D+ 5; TOTAL: 66/8 = 8.25 (C+)
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