Showing posts with label South Ark Stage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South Ark Stage. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Sophistry

GRADE: C-

By Jonathan Marc Sherman. Directed by James Warwick. South Ark Stage at Beckett Theatre. (CLOSED)

Critics are lukewarm to chilly toward this revival of Jonathan Marc Sherman's youthful play, originally staged at Playwrights Horizons in 1993 with Austin Pendleton, Ethan Hawke, Calista Flockhart, and Anthony Rapp. The play gets rapped for a disjointed structure--it starts as a campus sexual-harassment mystery, then becomes an episodic dorm-party hangout--and though a few critics are respectful of the new production's performances, particularly Jonathan Hogan's, most find the overall effect at best mildly intriguing, at worst tedious.



CurtainUp B+
(Deirdre Donovan) Strangely, the sexual scandal gets dramatically downplayed after the early scenes. The author shifts the center of the play to the four undergraduates, who spring to life in dissolute detail...Sophistry is at its best when it focuses on the three male friends, Willy (Maximillian Osinski), Igor (Ian Alda), and Ex (Charlie Hewson). Whether they are strumming guitars, trying to pick-up young women, or break-up with them, their language and antics evoke the real atmosphere of the laid-back college life of the '90s...All things considered this new production from South Ark Stage is not new enough to escape being dated. Still, director James Warwick gets high marks for coherently gathering the loose ends and black holes in the drama and the energetic actors rate an A plus.

Theatermania B
(David Finkle) Having introduced the ugly episode -- variations of which have since been seen elsewhere in such plays as David Mamet's Oleanna and John Patrick Shanley's Doubt -- Sherman leads the audience to expect a fully-developed, lid-blowing-off probing of the ramifications. Instead, he shunts it aside to study several undergrads tangentially caught up in the embarrassing fracas...Ultimately, the scandal recedes until it's only part of what affects the characters' daily lives. We then realize that Sherman's main point is to show -- as accurately as he knew at the time -- the extent that drug use, alcohol, sexual behavior, and general distraction compromised learning at an unfortunately lax teaching institution. As a result of this theatrical bait-and-switch, the play is now most valuable as a showcase for young actors to market their wares -- and director James Warwick knows how to get the best from his cast. Indeed, the real joy of Sophistry is watching Hewson beg Smith's forgiveness, Knepp corner Dolan, Osinski play stoned cut-up, Alda reveal his pre-graduation fears, Carbanaro expose Jack's loutishness, and Kakkar show how acutely a young woman of easy virtue is on to herself.

Backstage C+
(David Sheward) Individually, pieces of Sophistry are periodically intriguing, titillating, and even moving, but they fail to create a satisfying whole...Though director James Warwick elicits fine performances from his company, which also includes Maximilian Osinski in a memorably comic turn as a drugged-out slacker, the staging does not have the sort of tautness needed to make the episodic play compelling theatregoing and more than an intellectual exercise. It's the sort of theatre that inspires appreciation, particularly from those with fond memories of their days on the debate team.

Nytheatre.com C+
(David Ian Lee) With diminishing dramatic thrust and almost no perspective beyond the confines of dormitory life, Sophistry amounts to little more than a series of vignettes in search of a narrative. With a talented cast and outstanding production values (including dead-on period costumes by Melissa Schlachtmeyer and a surprisingly versatile set by Charles Corcoran) it is unfortunate that Sophistry has so little to say, and so sophomoric voice with which to say it...After a zippy first act that clocks in comfortably at under an hour, Act Two all but abandons this narrative in favor of scenes of dormitory wooings and wailings...This staging is not helped by director James Warwick's decision to punctuate every scene change—and there are many—with snippets of popular music 15 years gone-by.

Talkin' Broadway C-
(Matthew Murray) A subtle, tricky, superficially plausible, but generally fallacious play that’s interesting more for who was in its original cast than for the ideas it proposes or the boundaries it breaks...Seems more like a collection of seams than it does a tapestry depicting selfishness and uncertainty at two of life’s turning points. Sherman’s attempts to draw parallels between the experiences of a quintet of straight young people preparing for graduation from a New England college and the professor who’s been accused of molesting one of their peers would be iffy under the best of circumstances. But other structural issues prevent circumstances from ever even getting good...You’re not aware of where Sherman is trying to go until you realize that he hasn’t quite gotten there. To be fair, Sherman wrote the play in his early 20s, so a few failures in experimenting with form and style are to be expected. But such explorations don’t guarantee anything workable, and not much of Sophistry ultimately works. That’s true even in this well-intentioned and decently realized production, which James Warwick has sensibly if unexcitingly directed...The most natural element here is Jonathan Hogan, who plays Whitey.

Lighting & Sound America C-
(David Barbour) Until the intermission, despite a few implausibilities -- Would Ex and Whitey really be close friends? What did Robin ever see in Ex? -- Sophistry is a reasonably intriguing piece that fairly skillfully keeps you guessing about where the truth really lies. However, it collapses almost entirely in Act II, in which the Whitey narrative almost vanishes, to be replaced with an obvious, unamusing sex comedy involving Robin, Ex, and her friend Debbie...The longer it goes on, the more Sophistry seems to have no structure at all. It's really a disconnected series of scenes, a set of variations on the themes of power and seduction -- but none of the author's observations are fresh or pointed enough to really grab one's attention. Nevertheless, the director, James Warwick, has assembled a strong cast that makes the most of the script's opportunities...But really, shouldn't a play about a sex scandal have more tension, more narrative drive?

New Yorker C-
It’s hard to imagine a less timely revival than Jonathan Marc Sherman’s 1993 play, about hedonistic undergrads at a New England college and sexual-harassment allegations made against a beloved philosophy professor by an unstable student. It’s clear what must have seemed fresh then—hard-drinking undergrads hooking up, making your-mother jokes, smoking from bongs, coming to the defense of a beloved gay professor—material buoyed by its cultural immediacy and fuelled by the energy of young stars like Ethan Hawke. But despite solid performances by the veteran actor Jonathan Hogan, as the professor, and Ian Alda, as a neurotic student, this production, directed by James Warwick, doesn’t have the zip to punch up what comedy there is or to obscure the flaws in the script.

Variety D+
(Marilyn Stasio) Lack of specificity in South Ark Stage's revival also does little to ground the play in its period or give the colorless students something to make them less stereotypical and more human. In all fairness, even a brilliant young cast (like the original ensemble, which included Ethan Hawke, Calista Flockhart and Anthony Rapp) couldn't disguise the big tease-no payoff nature of Sherman's script, which comes on strong in depicting the purported rape of a gay student by his philosophy professor -- and then drops the whole thing...Scribe's point, of course, is that either of the clashing versions told by the student and the prof could be valid, but neither the conflict-averse college administrators nor the morally disengaged students of the 1990s could be bothered to pursue the truth. Of all the hyperactive kids crammed into the crowded dorm designed by Charles Corcoran, only Robin Smith, a reporter for the school newspaper played with insufferable smugness by Natalie Knepp, even remembers to bring up the issue from time to time.

New York Post D
(Frank Scheck) Sherman was of college age himself when he wrote "Sophistry" -- he appeared in the original production -- and the play does seem authentic in its dialogue and characterizations. But it's a distinctly minor affair, minus the star power of the original cast. One exception is Ian Alda (Alan's nephew), terrific as a nebbish whose self-deprecating one-liners get the evening's biggest laughs.

Time Out NY D
(David Cote) These portraits in arrested male development might be compelling if they felt like real characters or expressed themselves in terms that rose above a mediocre screenplay...Sherman’s dialogue is skillful if callow, and when the work premiered 16 years ago with a cast that included Ethan Hawke, Calista Flockhart and Austin Pendleton, it generated more heat than this blandly acted and stiffly directed version possibly could. It’s only a lesson on how not to revive a play.

Talk Entertainment F+
(Oscar E Moore) If you have to feel sorry for someone other than the actors appearing in Sophistry or the author of the play Jonathan Marc Sherman or the people who have paid good money to sit in the Beckett Theatre being bored out of their minds for almost two hours (one ten minute intermission – where you can escape from this tedium) please remember Anastasia – the only one that one feels some compassion for in this poor excuse of a play which has just been revived on Theatre Row...Anastasia is the pet gold fish of Robin (Natalie Knepp)...There are actually two plays playing simultaneously and neither one pays off. The realistic set of two dorm rooms impedes the quick scene changes needed. The lighting helps a bit.

CurtainUp B+ 11; Theatermania B 10; Backstage C+ 8; Nytheatre.com C+ 8; Talkin' Broadway C- 6; Lighting & Sound America C- 6; NYer C- 6; Variety D+ 5; New York Post D 4; TONY D 4; Talk Entertainment F+ 2; 70/11=6.36 (C-)
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Monday, December 8, 2008

The Black Monk

GRADE: C+

Book, music and lyrics by Wendy Kesselman, adapted from Chekhov. Dir. Kevin Newbury. South Ark Stage at the Beckett Theatre. (CLOSED)

Apart from Variety's Marilyn Stasio, critics didn't give their blessing to Wendy Kesselman's musicalization of Chekhov's short story, about a young man haunted by the muse of the title. A few critics praised isolated elements of the production—Charlie Corcoran's set, Julie Craig's singing voice—but most had reactions ranging from disappointed to bewildered, and several focused on lead actor Austin Pendleton's inability to sing.


Variety B+
(Marilyn Stasio) Wendy Kesselman's dark and dainty musical about a young painter who goes gracefully mad in his little house by the sea...is just the ticket for small art venues with refined tastes...It helps to have Kevin Newbury at the helm of a tiny, tight ensemble toplined by Austin Pendleton, whose devilish grin as the mysterious monk is enough to give anyone night sweats.

Backstage B+
(Ronni Reich) [Kesselman's] knack for finding the emotional marrow of each situation makes for a powerfully concise book...A few melodies stand out, like the whimsical "Apples and Pears" and Andrei's feverish final song, but there are no showstoppers, and not every number serves the drama...The musical's structure is also jarring, with songs relentlessly piled on top of one another at the beginning but much more breathing room toward the end. The cast's acting is much stronger than its singing, and these later scenes are positively gripping. Indeed, The Black Monk as a whole works much better as a drama than as a musical.

New Yorker B-
Kesselman sets aside Chekhov’s philosophical concerns—does greatness necessitate madness? Is inspiration worth the price of sanity?—in favor of lovers’ ballads and period-friendly histrionics. Thankfully, the monk is played by the veteran character actor Austin Pendleton, who, smiling impishly, manages to add some life to the stilted proceedings.

CurtainUp C
(Elyse Sommer) I couldn't help hoping that this might be another off-Broadway sleeper like last year's unusual musical adaptation of Elmer Rice's The Adding Machine...which also fit the chamber opera genre. Unfortunately this is not the case...Somehow the actualized monk of the story-propelling fable comes off more like a pixy-like fantasy figure from an old B-Movie comedy than a powerfully mysterious force...This odd little show is not without assets. The music is enjoyably melodic.

Village Voice C-
(Alexis Soloski) Kesselman has simplified and sentimentalized the tale: Her version concerns Andrei (Elon Rutberg), a student who returns to his childhood home and embarks on a frenzied career of painting and hallucinations...Pendleton plays that hallucination, a barefoot friar attired in black robe and cowl. At first, he appears sinister, but eventually he takes on the air of a dotty uncle—reading other people's mail, stealing sips of champagne, lolling on a rope swing, talking his way through his songs. When he does sing, you wish he wouldn't...One rather longs for this Black Monk, like so many of his brethren, to take a vow of silence.

Theatermania C-
(David Finkle) Extremely disappointing...Very little about the show, including the direction of Kevin Newbury or the performances of a cast led by Austin Pendleton, is particularly effective, although Charlie Corcoran's set is nicely conceived.

Talk Entertainment C-
(Oscar E. Moore) The taupe and grey colored set by Charlie Corcoran is wonderful and evocative of the many different scenes in this intermissionless, interminable chamber piece. It’s a pity that the score is not as intriguing or as interesting as the set. Or the story for that matter...Mr. Pendleton striving to sing, striving to find his pitch, striving to find his way around the set is neither menacing nor compelling. Weak of voice he sometimes looks confused or maybe he is simply embarrassed to be a part of such a weak show.

NY Times D
(Jason Zinoman) Deadly earnest chamber musical...reveals that even Mr. Pendleton has his limits...Kevin Newbury’s toothless production, at the Beckett Theater, never escapes nor even fulfills its own clichés. Mr. Rutberg is far too much of a milquetoast for the part of the tortured painter, tiptoeing on the line between madness and genius when a few good stomps would do...[The] garden is a major motif (Tanya’s father is a horticulturist), but instead of a set covered in flowers, a trap door opens on the pale wooden floor to reveal a pitifully small, square plot of green. Paradise it’s not.

Variety B+ 11; Backstage B+ 11; New Yorker B- 9; CurtainUp C 8; Village Voice C- 7; Theatermania C- 7; Talk Entertainment C- 7; NY Times D 5; 65/8=8.13 (C+)
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