Tuesday, October 08, 2019

THEATER: Wrestling With Faith in "Heroes Of The Fourth Turning"

HEROES OF THE FOURTH TURNING ** 1/2 out of ****
PLAYWRIGHTS HORIZONS

Wrestling with your faith is a noble and essential effort. You'll find many examples in the Torah, various Christian Bibles and  commentary on the Koran, to name just some religious texts. Jacob wrestles with the angel. Moses kvetches with Yahweh. And Abraham argues with G-d about the possible destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. True, that last one didn't turn out so well. But the very act of questioning is the point.  Indeed, in the Jewish faith, for some, arguing and challenging and thinking about ethics and morality and whether this rule applies to that situation can seem the purpose of religion.

Playwright Will Arbery hastens to assure us he moved far beyond this movement and its politics. "I uncoiled myself from their world," he writes in an author's note to his new play Heroes Of The Fourth Turning. And yet, that world informs who Arbery is, as surely as William F. Buckley Jr. and William Safire and Michael Novak informed me, a Catholic conservative turned independent turned progressive.

Like Jacob, Arbery wrestles with the angels of his childhood: the parents who embraced a far-right strain of Catholicism (and hosted a political event for Pat Buchanan), the isolated Wyoming school where they flourished as academics and inspired so many students, and the deeply conservative friends he grew up with and studied with and debated and argued with far into the night. He wants to understand and empathize and humanize the people he loves, but agonizes over whether this might legitimize some of their poisonous beliefs and actions.

The result? His play is set in August of 2017 as four friends come together to celebrate Gina, one of their moms and a mentor to them all becoming the head of the Catholic college that has defined their life.  Two of them remain true believers. And while two of them are either questioning some of those stances or so fucked up they can't help but question everything, they're far too timid in their tentative steps towards the light (or away from it, depending on your point of view), that they can't really challenge the relentless convictions of the other two.

It's like hanging out with in-laws or old friends. You might hint at a difference of opinion, but just don't have the energy or heart to get into it. Or you think, "What's the point?" And so the apostates, the ones who have realized not all liberals are the devil in disguise, are simply too afraid to righteously speak their minds. The true believers are happy to question themselves, but only when it comes to tactics.

These people are afraid to confront their own doubts and failings because doubt is for nonbelievers. And if someone else tries to open up (which they all do, however tentatively), it's met by an embarrassed silence or an angry closing of the topic. This is a thoughtful, well-acted, sometimes frustrating and ultimately unsatisfying drama worth wrestling with. But one element of the production is spot-on: Heroes Of The Fourth Turning takes place in near-total darkness.



The action takes place mostly in real time at the tail end of a party. First we met the quiet, stoic Justin, a burly man of few words who is always carrying a weapon. At the beginning of the show, he shoots a deer from his back porch but then has trouble gutting it. Then during the party, he casually sports a pistol jammed casually into the back of his pants. If the culture wars break into real violence, Justin will be ready.

He's paired in our minds with Emily. She is dealing with a debilitating illness and the fact that everyone around her insists on seeing Emily as a paragon of suffering virtue and the illness as a wonderfully ennobling cross to bear. And with a word here and a gesture there, we sense Emily and Justin have an unspoken, un-acted upon bond. Towards the beginning of the show, Justin says he has something to tell Emily and we know precisely what she is hoping for.

Emily is the daughter of Gina, the woman named the new president of the tiny Catholic Transfiguration College of Wyoming. (Picture Ave Maria University, the school founded in Florida by Tom Monaghan of Domino's Pizza. He fondly hoped the nearby town would be free of pre-marital sex, contraception and pornography. In short, Pope Benedict, yes. Pope Francis, not so much.) But she's ever so cautiously the most rebellious of her friends. That amounts to being friends with someone who works for Planned Parenthood while still quickly agreeing abortion is murder full stop, but it's something.

Maybe Emily is simply shaking off the restrictions of being the daughter of two rock star parents, the people everyone around her admired and loved and indeed worshipped. Their friend Kevin, however, is just messed up. Maybe his cloistered childhood where any intimation of sex or desire was painted as ugly and sinful is to blame. Maybe Kevin would have had issues even if he was raised by two lesbian moms of color. But Kevin is a hapless figure, drinking too hard and incapable of going five minutes without mentioning masturbation or his penis or pent-up sexual desires. He's not a train wreck because a train wreck might actually leave some damage in its path. Kevin will only hurt himself.

He shows up unexpectedly for the party, and is thrilled to discover Teresa has popped in as well. She's a fire-breather of a conservative thinker a la Ann Coulter, seemingly making a name for herself delivering diatribes for a Breitbart-style website. Arbery is at his best bringing Teresa to life. He may not agree with her views, but he knows the power and poetry of a steam-rolling monologue and Teresa gets the best of them.

These friends banter and bicker back and forth and it's all rather familiar. Of course, instead of debating the dotcom bubble or Occupy Wall Street's importance, these four debate the culture wars, the incipient violence sure to engulf America (a truism of true believers on the far right and the far left) and various theological ideas. But mostly it amounts to dredging up old issues and new desire. Teresa had pre-marital sex but was allowed to remain in school, for example. And Kevin desperately wishes the engaged Teresa had shared that bit of sinning with him.

Like any party, Heroes of the Fourth Turning has an up and down rhythm. Something of interest takes place and then it all settles back down again before something else worth noting happens. It's never boring, but stretches of the show simply happen, a problem when your characters are afraid or uninterested in confronting one another. Oh, they argue and fight and make up and argue again and Kevin throws up (of course) but the unspoken mostly remains just that.

Director Danya Taymor keeps things on an even keel, though I'm not as sure about the technical side. The costumes by Sarafina Bush are solid. But the setting is too solid. A large imposing rock or the intimations of a hill or mountain in the distance turns what might have been the wide open spaces of Wyoming into a constricted suffocating location. Maybe their world is as cramped as their ideas seem, sure, but that vaguely imposing structure is too hard to make out in the too-dark lighting of Isabella Byrd. Instead of a specific setting or a symbolic one, it remains...insubstantial.

Then Gina shows up and the play comes to life. Gina is Emily's mom and the mentor they all admire. She's also the first person ready to tangle. Why would the new President of Transfiguration College of Wyoming hesitate to put these kids in their place? So Teresa has a worthy opponent and they go at it with vigor. Gina also takes Emily, Kevin and Justin down a peg or two, but it's Teresa who cuts the most formidable target and Gina doesn't hesitate. Michele Pawk commands the stage every moment she's on it.

The problem is that these two alpha women are not really challenging each other. Teresa is a firebrand who is convinced the culture wars will soon turn violent. She sees Christians in the US as an oppressed minority, even though most American Christians (even most Catholics) don't agree with her far right stances on abortion, gay rights and the like. She mocks identity politics, sees Hillary Clinton as essentially the anti-Christ and pitys the fool who would try and out-debate her on any of this. I'm sure Gina would agree with every word.

Sure, Gina mocks Teresa for admiring the yahoos in the new Trump administration. Teresa responds by questioning Gina's embrace of Pat Buchanan, a stone-cold racist who paved the way for Trump and his ilk. But they're not really hitting at the core of their beliefs. It's all about tactics. Later, when Emily apologizes for her mom's brusqueness, Teresa brushes off their argument as fun. And she means it. We've been waiting all night for someone to either embrace their beliefs in a convincing manner or question them with power and authority. Ultimately, all Arbery can bring his characters to do is hint at the more radical break they might make some day.

The cast is strong, but the writing lets them down at the crucial moment when their masks are dropped. Justin begins the show by killing that deer and then hesitating to gut it. But if there's a connection to that and his character during the rest of the show, I missed it. Indeed, Justin wants the school to add marksmanship to the curriculum. He's a true believer and a Christian soldier. (Gina says no to adding weapons training, but purely because of the optics. Again: tactics!)

Kevin blurts out his feelings repeatedly yet they're so entangled with self-loathing it's hard to listen. He could use a lot of therapy, if far right conservatives believed in therapy.

Teresa briefly, shakily confesses she thinks her wedding will be a disaster because she doesn't really have friends, because she keeps everyone at a distance...because she really doesn't know how to love at all.

Emily shakes off the sickly martyr label everyone slaps on her and even insists her Planned Parenthood friend maybe isn't a Nazi. But what she really longs for is someone to care for her like a woman and we just know the monk-like Justin won't be the one. Their moment of openness with each other might have been a strong ending for the show.

Instead, Arbery gives Emily a fit, to the point where she's practically speaking in tongues. For a moment it even seems she might be literally sitting on Justin's face after collapsing, forcing the issue of sexual intimacy. That outrageousness would be preferable to her out-of-character aria about sleeping around, which is both unconvincing and beside the point. Kevin maybe just needs sex; Emily needs love. When a character spends the entire show primly saying "gosh" to this or that bit of profanity, it's too easy to have them curse as a way of insisting they're revealing their authentic selves.

Let's be clear. Jeb Kreager is quietly convincing as Justin and doesn't overplay the gung-ho military aspect at all. Julia McDermott is strong as the pain-wracked Emily, who is more pained perhaps by slowly understanding her faith is misplaced. John Zdrojeski takes an over-the-top loser like Kevin and keeps him rooted in reality, so consistently a loser you accept him rather than tire of him. Zoƫ Winters dives into the big speeches of Teresa with fervor. And yet none of their big emotional scenes truly work. It's not their fault. Arbery perhaps prefers his characters with their masks on because taking those off -- even for a moment -- feels like a betrayal. They don't want to remove their masks, so how can he do it for them? I'll be very interested to see his next play, a show that doesn't come freighted with so much of his specific childhood.

And a final metaphysical flourish fell utterly flat for me. Is it hinting at the End Times? The coming War? Are the walls of Jericho falling? No thanks, not in a show that strives to be rooted in flawed but sincere people. Arbery wrestles here with the angels of his childhood. But unlike Jacob and Moses and Abraham, I don't think he was playing to win.


THEATER OF 2019

Frankenstein: Under The Radar Fest at the Public ** 1/2
Minor Character: Under The Radar Festival at the Public ***
Ink: Under The Radar  Festival at the Public  ** 1/2
Choir Boy ** 1/2
White Noise ** 1/2
Kiss Me, Kate ***
Ain't No Mo' *** 1/2
Ain't Too Proud **
The Cradle Will Rock * 1/2
Mrs. Murray's Menagerie *** 1/2
Oklahoma! (on Broadway) ** 1/2
Socrates **
The Pain Of My Belligerence *
Burn This **
Hadestown *** 1/2
All My Sons * 1/2
Tootsie ** 1/2
Ink ***
Beetlejuice **
Estado Vegetal ***
Hans Christian Andersen * 1/2
Cirque du Soleil: Luzia ***
BLKS ** 1/2
Moulin Rouge ** 1/2
Bat Out Of Hell **
Unchilding **
Sea Wall/ A Life ** 1/2
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child ***
Betrayal *** 1/2
Fifty Million Frenchmen ** 1/2
Freestyle Love Supreme ** 1/2
Derren Brown: Secret ***
(A)loft Modulation * 1/2
The Great Society **
I Can't See *
Heroes Of The Fourth Turning ** 1/2
Chasing Rainbows: The Road To Oz ***


Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the creator of BookFilter, a book lover’s best friend. It’s a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. He’s also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day with top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It’s available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

Monday, October 07, 2019

THEATER: A Bright Future In Reach For "Chasing Rainbows"

CHASING RAINBOWS: THE ROAD TO OZ *** out of ****
PAPER MILL PLAYHOUSE 

Newsies. A Bronx Tale. The Bandstand. Honeymoon In Vegas. Paper Mill Playhouse is a powerhouse when it comes to launching new musicals to Broadway. So naturally, the world premiere of a show about Judy Garland's journey from vaudeville to a starring role in MGM's The Wizard Of Oz raises one big question. Is Chasing Rainbows ready for Broadway? Absolutely.

They've got a great cast, make smart use of classic tunes, deliver some rousing choreography, tell a good story and -- most of all -- have a star in the making. Ruby Rakos acts sweetly, dances winningly and then sings with a voice that immediately relaxes anyone worried about some kid measuring up to one of the great entertainers of all time. Can she belt 'em out like Garland? You bet. It's easy to picture the amiable, entertaining, family friendly Chasing Rainbows on Broadway as is. Rakos could be reliving Garland's first triumphs on the Great White Way just as Renee Zellwegger is in movie theaters depicting Garland's last triumphs in the bio-pic Judy.

So the yellow brick road is tantalizingly in view. But if Chasing Rainbows wants to succeed on Broadway, they've got work to do.

The story begins right at the climax, with Judy Garland, the small town girl with a big voice finally putting on the red shoes of Dorothy Gale. She's about to tackle the lead role in a movie based on the Harry Potter of its day, one of the best-selling books of all time. And Judy is the star! Not just Mickey Rooney's sidekick, not just a co-star, but the honest-to-goodness star. How did she get here?

The show immediately jumps back to a black-and-white childhood, thanks to sepia-toned sets and photo-backdrops that paint the monotone world Garland grew up in as Frances Gumm. Her family are entertainers, complete with a stage mother of a mom, a cheerleader of a dad and three sisters who can sing and dance with the best of 'em. But Frances is the star and everyone knows it. They're leaving their hometown and excited by the prospect of California. So it barely registers on little Frances that some of the local men are glowering at her dad. The Gumms are choosing to leave, but it's clearly under a cloud as dad's awkwardly emotional goodbye to another man hints at problems to come.

Chasing Rainbows captures the travails of an "ordinary" girl next door striving to become a star in the movies. (It helps to be one of the most talented people on the planet.) But it also lasers in on the deep love between Frances and her dad Frank (Max Von Essen). As with so many men in her life, Frank is gay, causing tension in the family and creating one of many roadblocks on the way to Oz.

So the Gumms jump in their car and head to...well, not Hollywood, but a town just a few hours from Hollywood where Frank bought a theater/movie palace as a base of operations. That's close enough for Frances!

Before you know it, she's closer and closer to stardom. Despite being told a hundred times by every man and woman in sight that she's no looker, too fat, an ugly duckling, plain, boring, etc., Frances somehow ends up at MGM. She befriends a swell, gawky young guy at the studio school for budding talent and he turns into Mickey Rooney. After a road trip to the World's Fair to work the crowds, a few radio slots and some canny support from studio head Louis B. Mayer's secretary, Frances Gumm soon turns into Judy Garland.

But she's still not a star, not even close. With the future bombshell Lana Turner and budding sensation Deanna Durbin as classmates, is it any wonder Judy starts to believe she'll never make it? (In real life, Elizabeth Taylor was also a classmate, enough to make anyone else in the world feel dumpy.) Dad's her biggest fan, but he's stuck in that town a few hours away, drawn into yet another doomed and forbidden romance. Mom is quietly dating as well. Her sisters long for a real life. And Mickey Rooney seems to be hitting on every woman in Hollywood except Judy. Maybe she doesn't even want to date him herself. But it sure would be nice to say no.

And just when her dream project of The Wizard of Oz is announced as an upcoming MGM movie, they also announce its star: Shirley Temple. Judy is heartbroken. Again. We know she's going to sing "Over The Rainbow" by the end of the night, but how exactly will she get there?


Recap the complicated plot of this smoothly performed show and you realize how much ground they cover. A family's travails, the studio system and the chaotic production history of The Wizard Of Oz are all deftly interwoven, but that's just the start. A closeted dad, a growing dependency on pills to battle weight, a young woman's desire for a little romance and a starlet's yearning for the spotlight are also in the mix, along with Mickey Rooney, Roger Edens (an MGM talent who also championed Judy) and Louis B. Mayer, here showing an inability to realize what a gem he's got. They casually toss in more: the profitable and corny Andy Hardy series of movies, the way a studio party could help launch a career and Mayer's sharper-than-sharp secretary/right hand woman Kay Koverman are all convincingly brought to life.

And did we mention this is a musical? A few serviceable new numbers pop up for specific scenes, especially early on. But mostly the show cannily works in classic fare, including "Bill" from the musical Show Boat, old warhorses like "All God's Chillun Got Rhythm" and Garland signature numbers like "Zing! Went The Strings Of My Heart," "Dear Mister Gable," and of course "Over The Rainbow."

The book by Marc Acito weaves them in nicely, along with hints of other songs from The Wizard of Oz. Full credit to David Libby, who adapts the music into all sorts of new situations and provides additional music as well. The entire show was conceived by Tina Marie Casamento, who also delivers some additional lyrics. Normally I'd beware of someone's passion project, but she poured her heart and years of her life into this and it paid off.

Director Denis Jones keeps the elaborate story moving swiftly from start to finish and also delivers some top-notch choreography. He peaks with three big numbers: a school house jam called "All Ma's Children;" a playful performance of "Swing, Mister Mendelssohn," in which Mickey and Judy struggle to teach the operatic Deanna Durbin how to play with the beat on a number; and a tap-dancing finale that wows.

The lighting by Japhy Weideman is also key on that last number, adding nicely to the intensity of the moment. Throughout, the colorful and character-specific costumes of Linda Cho, the hard-working sets of Alexander Dodge and the other tech elements carry the story along with them. One expects a Broadway-ready production from Paper Mill and it delivers here, including a 14 piece orchestra led by conductor Lawrence Yurman that sounds even bigger. And the cast is pretty much flawless.

Max Von Essen is endearing as Judy's loving, troubled dad and Lesli Margherita equally memorable as a mom who keeps her eye on the prize of stardom without ever letting us doubt she loves Judy just as much. Indeed, her role might easily have played as a heavy or faded into the background with so much emphasis placed on the bond between father and daughter, but Margherita's innate warmth shines through. Their relationship is complicated but never maudlin or tragic, no small feat.

Karen Mason scores with two plumb parts: a quick but vivid turn as the teacher in that studio school and as Mayer's very savvy secretary. Her big number lets Mason paint the picture of how some smart women navigated Hollywood: they pushed for what they believed in and left enough room for the men to believe it was their idea all along. Colin Hanlon is right there with her as Judy's other supporter Edens. A handsome fellow, he also endures Cho's one big misstep in costumes: maybe the grey slacks and red shirt and scarf he sports at one point is historically accurate, but it sure doesn't do him any favors. When Judy sports something unflattering, the show is making a point. Hanlon deserves to look more dashing.

Michael Wartella is goofily winning as Mickey Rooney. He drums with authority, dances with pleasure, sings with pep and utterly convinces as a rising young talent. It's a miracle Judy never points out the obvious: how come guys don't have to be matinee idols to be stars? And yet Wartella has the magnetism of a love interest both onscreen and off.

Stephen DeRosa is not too broad as studio head Louis B. Mayer, a mensch, if a little slow on the uptake. Violet Tinnirello does a wicked little spin on Shirley Temple. (Though I think Rooney's taunting of her in "This Is A Happy Little Ditty" should be tweaked to be more like friendly teasing than disgust.) And on and on the list goes, from Judy's two sisters (played by two sets of fine actresses) to Christina Maxwell as Deanna. She too might have over-played this operatic teen star as the butt of jokes. Instead, director Jones ensures everyone is playing a real person instead of a punchline.

Above all, there's Ruby Rakos as Judy Garland. She's poked and prodded and overlooked by the studio system. She sings and dances and then sings again, all in numbers made famous by one of the biggest talents we've ever seen. And you never doubt for a second she's turning into that powerhouse star. Sure, the voice can belt out, but Rakos also captures little things like the "cascading" style Judy often used and the focus on lyrics that made her much more than a little girl with a big voice. Her character is indeed "In Between" (a song Judy sang in one of her Mickey Rooney movies, bemoaning the fact that she's not a little kid but not yet a woman either). Here, Judy is on her way to stardom, but still Daddy's little girl. Rakos embodies that without ever making Judy too babyish or too mature.

So what's wrong? What needs fixing? Not a lot in terms of the basic bones of the show, but plenty needs tightening and cutting throughout. First, the very name of the show reveals a lack of confidence. Call it Chasing Rainbows, not Chasing Rainbows: The Road To Oz. That subtitle makes it sound educational, just one step away from calling it Chasing Rainbows: The Road To Oz -- The Story Of Judy Garland and How She Came to Star in The Most Beloved Musical Of All Time. If your audience isn't already aware of what Chasing Rainbows is about, adding in The Road To Oz won't make any difference.

The framing device is also unnecessary. The show begins with Judy putting on the ruby red shoes of Dorothy and hinting at the Big Song in the finale. It's redundant. Again, your audience knows where it's headed: the entire show is about her getting the lead in The Wizard Of Oz. So don't waste their time by telling the audience the one thing they already know: she gets the part. Indeed, Judy's childhood is a more compelling start since that's precisely what most people aren't familiar with. Plus, too many songs and bits of dialogue throughout make reference to rainbows and showers and the like. A little bit of that goes a long way.

The Shirley Temple bit is funny and allows a good joke when it comes to the casting of Wizard. But her character is unnecessary in a show which has so much going on. Yes, the "This Is A Happy Little Ditty" number works on its own, but it doesn't really move the story forward. We know Judy isn't a cute little moppet without needing an entire number to prove it.

Further, the second act leans too often on details about the making of The Wizard Of Oz. Sure, it's fun to run through all the script changes that were added, dropped, added in again and then finally dropped. But it's not necessary to the real story, which is about Judy's coming of age as an artist, not rewrites. Do we really need to be told Buddy Ebsen fell ill due to his Tin Man makeup and had to be rushed to the hospital? Not when you can read entire books sharing the same info about that and cut musical numbers like "The Jitterbug" and other trivia.

So much info is stuffed into the second act, they lost track of Mickey Rooney for a while. Just like the real Judy and Mickey, Rakos and Wartella spark each other every time they're on stage. While Roger Edens also has a role to play, that part feels too big when we're wondering where the heck Mickey has gone too. They're too good together.

A big montage towards the climax depicts all the swirling issues bedeviling Judy. It's tricky, ambitious and convincingly done. But it too is unnecessary.  The montage merely recaps the drama we've already seen. A climactic confrontation between Judy and one of the movie's directors is all the drama we need to build to a big finish.

That big finish was teased at the beginning of course...and it's not successful.

Judy is singing "Over The Rainbow" but she's also trying to convince Mayer to keep the song in the movie. So she keeps stopping to explain how good it is, telling us the song is both happy and sad at the same time and why it's crucial to the film. But we know that! The monologue states the obvious and keeps Judy from delivering this classic number in full. She sings and then stops to tell us how terrific it is and then starts and stops again, utterly frustrating the one moment we've expected all along: a beautiful version of a classic song, performed by a great talent. Show, don't tell.

Besides, if she's going to convince Mayer how great the number is, what better way than to just perform it? Sit him down at the lip of the stage with his back to the audience. Deliver the monologue if you must, but put it all up front before the music begins. Let Judy sing the song, for Pete's sake.

For added poignancy, they might have her dad stand behind Judy. Indeed, the father's bond to his daughter is a constant in act one...and then overdone in act two. Despite not being present in Judy's life during act two, Dad is constantly present via clunky devices like flashbacks and improbable duets and by simply bringing him on stage. We get the importance of their relationship from act one. And using that memory in act two will be a lot more powerful if it's done sparingly. The finale would be stronger if Judy sits Mayer down and then faces him (and the audience) to make her plea. She delivers her monologue while her dad silently steps up behind her. Sensing his presence hovering nearby, Judy might even turn in his direction and smile..and then launch into "Over The Rainbow" in one glorious take.

That brings us to the show's fatal flaw. It never gives Judy Garland or Ruby Rakos her "star is born" moment. Again and again throughout the musical, she teases us with bursts of that powerful voice. Rakos joins in with a group already singing or a big solo number is interrupted by dialogue or cut short or joined in on by others. Big moments become duets. Solo spots become family sing-alongs. When Judy is delivering a gem during vocal lessons, her instructor bursts in vocally to tell us he knows this kid is something special.

How about just letting her sing? A big solo on "Zing! Went The Strings Of My Heart" at the climax of act one is undercut by a medical crisis. Her "Dear Mr. Gable" is truncated. Dad or Mickey or somebody is always joining in. Even "Over The Rainbow" is interrupted by Judy's own gabfest.

Don't get me wrong. Rakos shines again and again. When she starts swinging "All Ma's Children," the other jaded kids at MGM do a double take with a look that says, "Hey, this one's got pipes!" She's part of some great numbers. And the emphasis there is on parts. Heck, it's possible Rakos doesn't sing a single song in full from start to finish! ("Morning Comes" may be the exception.) That's crazy! Since Rakos clearly has the talent to put them over, it's all the more frustrating.

Other issues have to be tackled, such as the lack of real drama in act two. The show strikes one note: Judy isn't pretty enough to be a star. And while intellectually we know she's having hit records and starring in hit films, it doesn't feel that way. We learn the obstacles in act one and virtually nothing changes in act two until the very end. A better sense of Judy climbing one mountain after another, conquering radio and even starring in hit films would allow her frustration about not getting that one big shot to stand on her own all the more palpable.

But first and foremost, allow her to sing. Give her the close-up in act one. Let Rakos fully shine in a musical number and not with twenty other people sharing the spotlight. Create that magical moment when everything and everyone else drops away and we get a chance to cheer her and her alone.  And then do it again in act two. Let the audience be on her side and they'll become just as frustrated as Judy waiting for MGM to see what they see: a star.


THEATER OF 2019

Frankenstein: Under The Radar Fest at the Public ** 1/2
Minor Character: Under The Radar Festival at the Public ***
Ink: Under The Radar  Festival at the Public  ** 1/2
Choir Boy ** 1/2
White Noise ** 1/2
Kiss Me, Kate ***
Ain't No Mo' *** 1/2
Ain't Too Proud **
The Cradle Will Rock * 1/2
Mrs. Murray's Menagerie *** 1/2
Oklahoma! (on Broadway) ** 1/2
Socrates **
The Pain Of My Belligerence *
Burn This **
Hadestown *** 1/2
All My Sons * 1/2
Tootsie ** 1/2
Ink ***
Beetlejuice **
Estado Vegetal ***
Hans Christian Andersen * 1/2
Cirque du Soleil: Luzia ***
BLKS ** 1/2
Moulin Rouge ** 1/2
Bat Out Of Hell **
Unchilding **
Sea Wall/ A Life ** 1/2
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child ***
Betrayal *** 1/2
Fifty Million Frenchmen ** 1/2
Freestyle Love Supreme ** 1/2
Derren Brown: Secret ***
(A)loft Modulation * 1/2
The Great Society **
I Can't See *
Heroes Of The Fourth Turning
Chasing Rainbows: The Road To Oz ***


Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the creator of BookFilter, a book lover’s best friend. It’s a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. He’s also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day with top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It’s available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

THEATER: The Not-So "Great Society"

THE GREAT SOCIETY ** out of ****
VIVIAN BEAUMONT THEATER AT LINCOLN CENTER

Just as the odds were always stacked against politician Lyndon Baines Johnson, they're stacked against the new Broadway play The Great Society. It's a sequel or, if you prefer, a companion piece to the Tony-winning drama All The Way.

Now, Robert Schenkkan's All The Way lasered in on one of LBJ's greatest achievements: the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964. That was a crowning achievement of Johnson's life and indeed in many ways the life of the United States. And a drama about its passage allowed that political animal to charm, cajole, arm-twist, maneuver, manipulate and scheme scheme scheme...but in the service, for once, of the greater good. Imagine Richard III, but with our best interests at heart.

Then have this complicated man played in scenery-chewing Technicolor by actor Bryan Cranston. All The Way had plenty of flaws, delivering history and major characters in a breathless, un-nuanced rush. But LBJ was a hell of a lot of fun to watch as he towered over and dominated everyone around him. No wonder All The Way scored Tonys for both Best Actor and Best Play.

Now here comes The Great Society. And the fun and the victories are over.

Here LBJ is smaller in every way. (And not just because the excellent actor Brian Cox is a few inches shorter than Cranston -- they're both shorter than the lumbering LBJ, after all.) The President is beleaguered on all sides, pushed this way and that. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Bobby Kennedy outflank him on the left. The Dixiecrats and the Republicans snipe at him from the right. Instead of controlling events, he is overwhelmed by them.

And every step he takes, this tragic figure sinks deeper and deeper into the muck and mire of Vietnam. The Great Society covers a lot of history and features 50 or so speaking parts. But what will you remember? The simple, devastating tally of the wounded and dead US soldiers in that war, numbers that mount higher and higher and higher all night long.




Plays don't have to be about triumphs to be good, of course. But an exuberant main character can paper over a lot of flaws. Not this time. A pallid, helpless LBJ squawks and complains and bickers and fights. But he doesn't hold your attention. As with All The Way, other characters dominate the action for lengthy stretches. Happily, LBJ wasn't the only hero of that drama, not with MLK inspiring and campaigning and demanding equal rights.

Yet here MLK (a fine Grantham Coleman) is just as beset as LBJ, with Stokely Carmichael drawing the spotlight with his own more fiery rhetoric. Bobby Kennedy might have been a fine foil for Johnson. But their almost animalistic hatred of each other is only glancingly covered here. Bryce Pinkham is a compelling presence, but that's all he can be. The actor spends much of the play simply sitting and watching, until history cruelly sidelines Bobby forever.

Many good actors tackle multiple roles to little or no effect, with even Richard Thomas barely registering as Vice President Hubert Humphrey. You sense the play sort of suggesting how LBJ twists Humphrey around his finger, sometimes slapping the man down and other times pretending they're a team and how LBJ really needs him. As with so much else here, that idea is telegraphed and described, but never comes to life.

Nor does the play, which pinballs from one major event to another. It's all glancingly done, with each moment in history having almost the same weight as any other. Typical of so many roles, LBJ's wife Lady Bird pops in and out from time to time. And yes, she has one firm moment insisting quite rightly that J. Edgar Hoover should not be trusted. But her role is so decorative, so unnecessary, you wonder why she's there at all.

Obviously, great drama could be built from the decline and fall of LBJ. He goes from the peak of the 1964 election (the biggest popular vote victory in modern times) to a President truly hated and distrusted by much of the country. Nonetheless, the tragedy of Vietnam and LBJ's role in it never comes to life. Watching Robert McNamara and the military blandly ask for one "minor" increase after another in troop size doesn't cut it.

Neither, sadly, does Cox. He's enjoying great acclaim right now in the HBO drama Succession. And I've been rewatching Deadwood, where he cuts a dandy of a figure in an arc during Season Three. Cox is unquestionably a terrific actor. But he was off his game the night I saw, stumbling over lines multiple times. In a way, Cox seems just as lost as LBJ, surely wondering how the heck he got stuck here. How did it all go so wrong? Schenkkan might well be wondering the same thing.

THEATER OF 2019

Frankenstein: Under The Radar Fest at the Public ** 1/2
Minor Character: Under The Radar Festival at the Public ***
Ink: Under The Radar  Festival at the Public  ** 1/2
Choir Boy ** 1/2
White Noise ** 1/2
Kiss Me, Kate ***
Ain't No Mo' *** 1/2
Ain't Too Proud **
The Cradle Will Rock * 1/2
Mrs. Murray's Menagerie *** 1/2
Oklahoma! (on Broadway) ** 1/2
Socrates **
The Pain Of My Belligerence *
Burn This **
Hadestown *** 1/2
All My Sons * 1/2
Tootsie ** 1/2
Ink ***
Beetlejuice **
Estado Vegetal ***
Hans Christian Andersen * 1/2
Cirque du Soleil: Luzia ***
BLKS ** 1/2
Moulin Rouge ** 1/2
Bat Out Of Hell **
Unchilding **
Sea Wall/ A Life ** 1/2
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child ***
Betrayal *** 1/2
Fifty Million Frenchmen ** 1/2
Freestyle Love Supreme ** 1/2
Derren Brown: Secret ***
(A)loft Modulation * 1/2
The Great Society **
I Can't See *
Heroes Of The Fourth Turning


Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the creator of BookFilter, a book lover’s best friend. It’s a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. He’s also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day with top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It’s available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

Friday, October 04, 2019

THEATER: BOO! A Halloween Scare Fest Closes Its Eyes To The Real Terror

I CAN'T SEE * out of ****
NIGHTMARE NYC 


Every year, New York City becomes haunted by scary pop-up sites of horror. One of the big players is Psycho Clan, the team behind Nightmare (which ran for 15 years) and other hits like This Is Real, not to mention immersive shows geared towards other holidays like Full Bunny Contact and Santastical. These are not your parents' haunted houses. And I've seen none of them or any of the shows by their competitors. Why? I'm a scaredy cat. Jump out from around a corner and yell "Boo!" and I guarantee I'll squeal and leap out of my shoes.

I am very, very easy to frighten. I think it began in first grade at St. Coleman's Catholic School. I sat in the front row of Sister Patricia's class, a very nice, even quiet nun who I shared a birthday with. She liked me, I was a good student and we got along. But I was also easily distracted and quite the talker. When I wasn't absorbed in some reading, I was chatting with the students around me. And when other students began talking and the noise in the room reached a fever pitch, Sister Patricia had a go-to tactic of snapping us back into silence. She took off her flat-heeled shoe and slammed it on a desk with a hard rap. BAM! BAM! BAM! That shut us up quick. And she didn't slam it on just any desk. She slammed it on my desk. And since I was always thoroughly absorbed in what I was reading or saying, it invariably caught me completely unawares. Kids in the back row would jump a little in their seats. Me? I hit the ceiling and my heart raced and it was a few minutes before I could catch my breath. Soon, I developed a nervous tic.

Ok, not really, but I am easy to scare. The new show I Can't See didn't scare me in the least.

It's a fine conceit. You experience this show completely in the dark! They blindfold you, slap headphones onto you and you experience an auditory experience while you stumble around following "umbilicals" from one area of the room to another. You take an Uber ride, stand at a bar, sit on the floor of a haunted mansion and all the while potential horrors are taking place all around you. Adding to the almost-full sensory experience are the sort of stunts pulled at fraternity and sorority hazings for generations. "Things" brush against you, cool breezes blow on you, water drips at you from a leak in  ceiling and so on. In the show's best effect, someone throws up on you in that bar in a nicely warm queasy effect that of course is quickly brushed off and leaves no stains.



Unfortunately, none of the show is well thought out or hangs together. It begins in a vaguely medical setting, where people in white lab coats prepare you for your experience by blindfolding you and giving you a "pill" (a very tart SweetTart, I'd say) to help download the experience. You're encouraged to follow simple rules like "Don't die," which is always good advice.

But that doesn't quite gibe with the idea that you're going to be placed in a horror film setting -- in real life, you laugh at the people in the movie who make dumb choices. Here, now, you'll find out what a coward you really are. But that doesn't work since you're not the main character in the play and you never make a single choice.

And none of that set-up works easily with the very banal radio play taking place in the auditory portion of the evening. Ninety-nine percent of the experience is preparation, with you and friends meeting up, hanging out at a bar, planning to spend the night in a haunted house and then Ubering over to the site. None of it is scary or particularly interesting. If you want to scare people, a radio play where you hear the iPhone ding of an incoming text or wait while another character Venmo's money to a landlord isn't going to cut it.

Literally none of this is scary, though it must be amusing for the behind-the-scenes team to guide audience members to stumble this way or that, gently sitting them down for one bit and then guiding them back up for the next. In the last few minutes of the show, you finally enter the haunted house and friends start to fall asleep (or disappear; it wasn't quite clear to me). It happens in such banal fashion that it's only later you realize this is the climactic horror of the evening, rather than just the prelude. Soon you're "blinded" by the flashlights of more lab-coated technicians and then bundled out into the night. About the only distinctive touch is their gender-neutral reference to all audience members as "Sam" since you'll be called "Sam" throughout the recorded adventure. Oh and both at the beginning and the end, a technician will casually say, "I love you."  Well, I love you too.

I Can't See rightly says the scariest thing in the world is your imagination. Sadly, this work by Timothy Haskell and Paul Smithyman lacks it almost entirely.


THEATER OF 2019

Frankenstein: Under The Radar Fest at the Public ** 1/2
Minor Character: Under The Radar Festival at the Public ***
Ink: Under The Radar  Festival at the Public  ** 1/2
Choir Boy ** 1/2
White Noise ** 1/2
Kiss Me, Kate ***
Ain't No Mo' *** 1/2
Ain't Too Proud **
The Cradle Will Rock * 1/2
Mrs. Murray's Menagerie *** 1/2
Oklahoma! (on Broadway) ** 1/2
Socrates **
The Pain Of My Belligerence *
Burn This **
Hadestown *** 1/2
All My Sons * 1/2
Tootsie ** 1/2
Ink ***
Beetlejuice **
Estado Vegetal ***
Hans Christian Andersen * 1/2
Cirque du Soleil: Luzia ***
BLKS ** 1/2
Moulin Rouge ** 1/2
Bat Out Of Hell **
Unchilding **
Sea Wall/ A Life ** 1/2
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child ***
Betrayal *** 1/2
Fifty Million Frenchmen ** 1/2
Freestyle Love Supreme ** 1/2
Derren Brown: Secret ***
(A)loft Modulation * 1/2
The Great Society **
I Can't See *
Heroes Of The Fourth Turning


Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the creator of BookFilter, a book lover’s best friend. It’s a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. He’s also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day with top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It’s available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

THEATER: "A(loft) Modulation" -- A Play With Jazz Only Gets The Music Right

(A)LOFT MODULATION * 1/2 out of ****
THE A.R.T./ NEW YORK THEATRES

When you hear about it, you can't help heading to Sixth Avenue between 28th and 29th Street in NYC. In the mid-1950s, acclaimed photographer W. Eugene Smith left a sweet gig at Life magazine, moved into a loft at that address and got to work. One neighbor was a teacher at Julliard whose own loft became a de facto jam session and rehearsal space for a rotating cast of jazz musicians including the great (Thelonius Monk, Charles Mingus, Bill Evans) and the never-was (drummer Ronnie Free). Painters like Salvador Dali also swung by.

And Smith documented it all. He relentlessly took photographs from 1957-1965. Of course he captured the jazz greats. But Smith also peeked out his window, meticulously (obsessively?) taking photos of the street life below. As if that weren't enough, he wired the whole damn building for sound, recording everything from the jazz musicians to snatches of conversation to late-night bull sessions about the nature of art. The result? Some 40,000 images and more than 4,500 hours of audio tape.

When writer Sam Stephenson stumbled on this mother-load, he became just as obsessed as Smith, spending years archiving and organizing all this material. The result? A book, a documentary film, a radio series on NPR (what the kids today would think of as a "podcast") and a traveling exhibition.

And now, unfortunately, a play. Jaymes Jorsling saw this ferment of artistic creation and thwarted dreams, this cross-pollination of jazz and photography and art (and literature -- Norman Mailer dropped in, too) and wanted to capture it onstage.


(Photo by Joan Marcus ©2019)

It's all there in that photo, which accurately captures the jumble of a set and play that is the fictionalized drama with music (A)loft Modulation. The photographer -- heavy-handedly called Myth Williams -- is often stage right, looking at the world outside through a camera lens. Stage left is Steve Samuels, a guy stuck in 2019, unemployed and adrift, hectored by his sensible wife but inexplicably set afire by the "junk" he's discovered in this tumble-down loft. Steve sits there listening to reel after reel of captured conversations and musical performances. A jazz band swings away in the loft positioned above and behind him while junkies and hookers wander around. Endless talk of Art and Life take place, none of it revealing.

The modest storylines (the modern tale of a guy finding purpose in life for the first time, a drummer fighting heroin addiction, a prostitute tentatively enjoying the idea her view of the world might have value) never hold your interest. And yet, you can't help wishing the play would choose one of them and stick to it. Certainly, the sight of a man listening to old audiotapes is inherently undramatic, no matter how often his wife stops to ask exactly what the hell he's doing and why did he quit his job. But while none of the stories are worth hearing more about, it's certainly preferable to the wide-angle approach taken in (A)loft where everything simply happens all at once.

It's a credit to the rich vein of voyeurism and artistry of The Loft Project that it's proven a source for worthwhile efforts on so many platforms from radio to books to a documentary film. Perhaps only the impossibility of getting music clearances has stopped it from producing a boxed set of jazz music. Sure, you can tell any story in any way you want. But a play seems especially unlikely for this particular tale and that instinctive response is borne out here. The jumble of a set, the murky lighting, the stabs at humanity from a cast burdened by clichƩs, the way the past and present overlap constantly -- it's all in faithful service to the material, but the material is wrong for the stage.

Even the brief dramatic moments that almost work are undercut. At one moment, director Christopher McElroen and his creative team strive to capture the way this loft, this world, was awash in creativity. Photographic images overlay the entire stage, flashing by in a blur. The live band onstage wails away. For a second, you feel the excitement. But then Myth is shown rushing across the stage with a clothesline, attaching it from one wall to another and displaying a string of new prints. Then he grabs another clothesline and does it again. The other actors struggle to stay out of the way, the clothesline knocks over this or that prop, it's chaotic and pointless since they'd already captured the energy of the moment...and then Myth runs around to immediately take it all down. As if that weren't enough, he then claps his hand and twirls around in full hep-cat mode. In short, (A)loft Modulation never gets out of its own way. And to add to the irony, it rarely shows any modulation since a vaguely hysterical note of Art! and Ideas! is struck from start to finish.

The one element this show gets right is the music. An original song by Grammy nominee Gerald Clayton opens act two, ably hinting at the magnum opus that Julliard professor is laboring away on. The rest of the night, the action is happily punctuated by the Loft Band, featuring Jonathan Beshay on saxophone, Kayvon Gordon on drums and Adam Olszewski on bass. Whether riffing on classic jazz tunes or heading off into space on pure improvisation, they keep the audience assured that no matter the dramatics, pretty soon they'll be playing again. The Loft Band jams before the play begins, during part of the intermission and throughout the play itself. Like the endlessly philosophizing Myth, the play starts to feel like the person at the back of a club who won't stop talking during a set. You want to shush them up and just keep listening to the band.


THEATER OF 2019

Frankenstein: Under The Radar Fest at the Public ** 1/2
Minor Character: Under The Radar Festival at the Public ***
Ink: Under The Radar  Festival at the Public  ** 1/2
Choir Boy ** 1/2
White Noise ** 1/2
Kiss Me, Kate ***
Ain't No Mo' *** 1/2
Ain't Too Proud **
The Cradle Will Rock * 1/2
Mrs. Murray's Menagerie *** 1/2
Oklahoma! (on Broadway) ** 1/2
Socrates **
The Pain Of My Belligerence *
Burn This **
Hadestown *** 1/2
All My Sons * 1/2
Tootsie ** 1/2
Ink ***
Beetlejuice **
Estado Vegetal ***
Hans Christian Andersen * 1/2
Cirque du Soleil: Luzia ***
BLKS ** 1/2
Moulin Rouge ** 1/2
Bat Out Of Hell **
Unchilding **
Sea Wall/ A Life ** 1/2
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child ***
Betrayal *** 1/2
Fifty Million Frenchmen ** 1/2
Freestyle Love Supreme ** 1/2
Derren Brown: Secret ***
(A)loft Modulation * 1/2
The Great Society **
I Can't See *
Heroes Of The Fourth Turning


Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the creator of BookFilter, a book lover’s best friend. It’s a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. He’s also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day with top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It’s available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

Thursday, October 03, 2019

THEATER: "Freestyle Love Supreme" and "Derren Brown: Secret" -- To Be Or Not To Be On Broadway

FREESTYLE LOVE SUPREME ** 1/2 out of ****
BOOTH THEATER

DERREN BROWN: SECRET *** out of ****
CORT THEATRE

What "belongs" on Broadway? Damn near anything, I say. Hip-hop improv? Why not? A magic show? Sure! Heck, it's in the grand tradition to let Broadway encompass everything in the world from lectures to circus acts to singers to one-person monologues to the most lavish extravaganza you can imagine. And a satisfying night out has nothing to do with big budgets or big casts. Give Elaine Stritch a microphone to talk or Bruce Springsteen a piano and a mic so he can talk and sing and you're guaranteed a good night.

A steady stream of musical stars are following in Bruce's wake to do concerts so they can tell the grandkids, "Hey, I played Broadway!" So I'm looking forward to David Byrne's brilliantly reviewed touring show American Utopia, the holiday spectacle Slava's Snowshow, Harry Connick Jr. tackling Cole Porter and whatever else comes this way.

There's one tiny problem: money. Some critics only deal with the art. Others are dismissed for seeing their job as purely a consumer's guide. I can't help doing both. I'm lucky to see many shows for free, but I do try to keep in mind I'm seeing stuff from the best seats in the house and I didn't pay for them. Did I enjoy seeing a show? Well, if I paid $40,  I might have one answer. If I paid $400, I might well have another. One friend is a serious Springsteen fan and ponied up a lot of money to see the Boss's Broadway run. And yet he just couldn't get over paying that much money for the show, as satisfying on an artistic level as it may have been. It just rubbed him the wrong way and kept him from enjoying himself.

On the other hand, I once paid more money than I ever did before for concert tickets to see Simon & Garfunkel in concert. And boy am I glad I did. Recently, I did the same to see Jake Gyllenhaal in Sunday In The Park With George -- for me, it was a lot of money. If I could afford it, I'd fly to London next summer and pay the same amount to see him in it again.

And it's not just the money. I saw Betrayal on Broadway and it was a pitch perfect presentation. If I saw that same play at Madison Square Garden (at any price), it just wouldn't work. It's the wrong space for that show. Some shows BELONG on Broadway for all sorts of reasons. And some don't.




Which bring me to Freestyle Love Supreme. Conceived by Anthony Veneziale and created by him, director Thomas Kail and Lin-Manuel Miranda, it's classic improv with a hip-hop twist. If you've ever seen an improv group, you know the drill. Audiences shout out ideas like a verb or a pet peeve or the like, the emcee chooses one and the cast goes to town. Instead of creating skits, in this case they create free-flowing raps. It's fun, genial, modestly entertaining and if it was Off Broadway at $40-60, I'd highly recommend it to one and all.

On Broadway, at Broadway prices? Then I hesitate. It doesn't help that the performance I caught was nots a barn-burner. The show surely can be better. But even at its best, it just feels like the sort of entertainment that should run and run Off Broadway a la Stomp and Blue Man Group. That said, Aneesa Folds was a very welcome female presence the night I caught it. I'm still not quite sure why she didn't come out with the rest of the guys at the start, but thank god she arrived soon after. The guest rapper was Christopher Jackson of Hamilton. (As long as the audience gets one of the original cast members of that landmark show, they may feel their Broadway bucks were well-spent.) And co-creator and emcee and all-around winning presence Veneziale set the perfect tone.

The show climaxes with the group recreating the day of an audience member, with musician Arthur Lewis stepping up for some fun crooning to add variety to the vocals. Mine involved a woman who ran over her basketball-playing brother's foot and weirdly detoured into the brother being dead and the woman also plowing into a crowd of bystanders. Huh? Indeed, the highlights can't be planned or built into the show. You never know where they'll occur and for me it was Folds saying "Noooooo!" repeatedly during a rant about raisins.  Was it a pleasant evening? Absolutely. Would I recommend it? Ummm....



I had the opposite reaction to entertainer Derren Brown tackling Broadway. His show of "psychological manipulation" aka good old-fashioned magic/mentalism dressed up in science drag played like gangbusters Off Broadway and won a Drama Desk Award. No wonder. He's been a big hit in the UK for years, doing a string of TV specials and shows in the West End.

So any fears that Brown might not be able to "fill" a Broadway house with just his compelling patter were utter nonsense. He belongs onstage and knows it and the audience knows it too. Brown delivers a classic evening, from a modest stumble at the start (just so you know things don't always work out) to seemingly impossible acts of mind-reading (not that he calls it that) to a grand finale that leaves jaws dropping. On a second viewing, I especially enjoyed his gift for gab and the way Brown paces certain moments. Brown goes to great lengths to dress up his magician's skills at misdirection and manipulation as scientifically based.

Nonetheless, he knows how to hold a crowd. When he's doing what  a lesser magician might call "mind-reading" and shouting out details that audience members want to keep secret, Brown seems barraged by psychic information. He stumbles this way and that, calling out the details of an audience member onstage but then veering off to reveal something about a member in the balcony and someone in the first few rows and then back to the person onstage, as if his mind is absorbing it all and he can barely control the flow.

And it's all utter nonsense, as he repeatedly insists you remember, whether you want to embrace the pseudo-science he dishes up or play spoiler like me and try and figure out what he's doing when and where. (If you figure it all out, do give me a call. I'm still stumped. In other words, he's a terrific entertainer. To me, it was worth every penny. My guest when I saw it Off Broadway loved the big reveal at the end. My guest on Broadway felt played for a fool. No, he didn't think it was mentalism, but it was ALL manipulated by Brown from the start. It made him rather grumpy, which I must admit was fun for me. Some people just don't like magic.

Worth every penny? Yes, especially since Brown is not a big enough name to be charging Moulin Rouge! style prices. But what do I know? It turns out Freestyle Love Supreme is quite well at the box office the first few weeks while Derren Brown (despite very good reviews) is not tearing it up. Lucky you: that means you can see Brown on Broadway without breaking the bank. And everyone paying to see Freestyle Love Supreme is having fun and telling their friends. So what do I know? I loved the musical Avenue Q, but when they decided to leap to Broadway, I thought they were nuts. Off Broadway, I was sure it would run for years. On Broadway, I wasn't so sure. Would people pay top dollar? Would they be ready to see puppet sex on the Great White Way? After 2500 performances, I stopped wondering.


THEATER OF 2019

Frankenstein: Under The Radar Fest at the Public ** 1/2
Minor Character: Under The Radar Festival at the Public ***
Ink: Under The Radar  Festival at the Public  ** 1/2
Choir Boy ** 1/2
White Noise ** 1/2
Kiss Me, Kate ***
Ain't No Mo' *** 1/2
Ain't Too Proud **
The Cradle Will Rock * 1/2
Mrs. Murray's Menagerie *** 1/2
Oklahoma! (on Broadway) ** 1/2
Socrates **
The Pain Of My Belligerence *
Burn This **
Hadestown *** 1/2
All My Sons * 1/2
Tootsie ** 1/2
Ink ***
Beetlejuice **
Estado Vegetal ***
Hans Christian Andersen * 1/2
Cirque du Soleil: Luzia ***
BLKS ** 1/2
Moulin Rouge ** 1/2
Bat Out Of Hell **
Unchilding **
Sea Wall/ A Life ** 1/2
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child ***
Betrayal *** 1/2
Fifty Million Frenchmen ** 1/2
Freestyle Love Supreme ** 1/2
Derren Brown: Secret ***
A(loft) Modulation
The Great Society


Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the creator of BookFilter, a book lover’s best friend. It’s a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. He’s also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day with top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It’s available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

Tuesday, October 01, 2019

BOOKS: A Fantasy Classic Finally Translated Into English


"A Hero Born" by Jin Yong -- my review exclusively at Book and Film Globe!

The thrilling movie Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon blew me away in the year 2000. Samurai films? All over it. But wuxia, the historical genre that combines martial arts with flights of fantasy? Not only had I never seen such a film (or book or TV show), I didn’t even know the genre existed.
I wanted more, right away. So I dove into the genre that Crouching Tiger celebrated. I also ran to the library so I could read the classic novels by Wang Dulu on which Ang Lee based the film. 
No such luck. They weren’t available in English. And despite the movie’s record-breaking box office all over the world, they still aren’t. Come to think of it, I also couldn’t find decent translations of any stories about the Monkey King, a character as beloved and familiar in the East as Robin Hood is in the West.
The more I looked, the more titles I found trapped behind the Great Wall of No English Translation.
And the more titles I wrote down, the more one author’s name appeared again and again: Jin Yong. When Jin died last October at the age of 94, Western media outlets tossed out names like Harry Potter and Star Wars to capture how beloved and well known his stories are throughout Asia.


 


Jin wrote a string of classic adventures, serializing them in newspapers like Charles Dickens and then collecting them in books. He’s sold 300 million copies worldwide. People have adapted his stories again and again into movies and TV shows and comics. In short, he’s the Chinese J.R.R. Tolkien.
Well, not quite. Yes, Jin’s novels have a modest dose of fantasy. But they’re rooted in this world, so a much better comparison is Alexandre Dumas, who knew a thing or two about thrilling adventures. So think of A Hero Born as a Chinese Three Musketeers more than a Chinese Lord Of The Rings.