<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602</id><updated>2011-12-13T15:57:47.966-08:00</updated><category term='Linda S Chapman'/><category term='Triangle Players'/><category term='Bryonn Bain'/><category term='Dominique Serrand'/><category term='Kate Moira Ryan'/><category term='Anna Senechal Johnson'/><category term='Mark Jackson'/><category term='Mei Ann Teo'/><category term='Cadence Theatre Company'/><category term='Bay Area Playwright Festival'/><category term='Steven Epp'/><category term='Dah Theatre'/><category term='custom made theater'/><category term='Berkeley Rep'/><category term='Rod Hipskind'/><category term='Noreen C Barnes'/><category term='Ilkholm Theater Group'/><category term='Rusty Wilson'/><category term='Aurora Theater Company'/><category term='Sarah Kane'/><category term='Ellen McLaughlin'/><category term='Firehouse Theater Project'/><category term='Deborah Stein'/><category term='University of Richmond'/><category term='SF Fringe Festival'/><category term='Edward Albee'/><category term='Mark Weil'/><category term='19;21'/><category term='Theatre of Yugen'/><category term='Barbara Oliver'/><category term='Dijana Milosevec'/><category term='harry chapin'/><category term='Theater Theory'/><category term='Anthony Miller'/><category term='David Mamet'/><category term='Shotgun Players'/><title type='text'>THE BACKSTAGE DOOR</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-6987898449593348522</id><published>2010-11-05T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:00:23.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cadence Theatre Company'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Mamet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna Senechal Johnson'/><title type='text'>Cadence Theater Company | Oleanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs426.ash2/71095_170381849641829_7022322_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs426.ash2/71095_170381849641829_7022322_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oleanna &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;by David Mamet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadence  Theatre Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;at Richmond Triangle Players&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;October  28-November 6&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by  Anna Senechal Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Starring David Bridgewater and Molly Hood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s bittersweet that praise gets out so late in the game, but even  so I simply have to applaud the adept Molly Hood, the unsinkable David  Bridgewater, and the creative team behind Cadence Theatre Company’s  production of David Mamet’s Oleanna, an intriguing play featuring heavy  currents of juxtaposition, authority, and liberal interpretations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in the Richmond Triangle Players Theatre, the sometimes-home to  Cadence, I observed a disappointingly sparse turnout.  That small  audience, however, was in for quite a treat.  The two performers, under  the skillful direction of Anna Johnson, navigated Mamet’s masterful  words with outstanding commitment, whether a series of stuttered  incomplete sentences drenched in subtext, or at other times complete,  succinct thoughts that seemed to issue forth from raw animal places.   Couple these two powerhouses with simple lighting and set pieces and a  plain-but-clear playing space outlined in a painted tile floor, and the  stage is set for a match of wits in which neither party leaves  unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of leaving, I felt myself as a viewer being  enrapt in the many efforts Ms. Hood made to leave the office space,  wherein she had clear intention to go, but Mr. Bridgewater’s pedantic  and sometimes imploring words continued to draw her back into the drama.   Oleanna is a play that relies on a certain amount of tension, and this  production surely delivers:  Mamet’s tense babbling and word gymnastics  are used to draw the audience in, while the subject matter causes  viewers to sympathize (or not!) with both sides of the issue, and then  to question why they do.  Only at one point was I lost, and that point  was when Ms. Hood’s final lines were uttered, and I was left to  question, “What does that mean?” rather than “How do I feel about this?”   I would not, though, be opposed to seeing the play one more time to  find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been a Richmond audience member now for three  years, I saw something afresh in this production that was revitalizing  that I hope to see more of in this market:  that an excellent play put  in the hands of expert actors, under careful, sensitive direction is  truly effective, and that sometimes, less really is more.  As a truly  satisfied audience member, I hope that more people will turn out to  productions by this budding and promising company.  To Cadence, I say,  quoting Mr. Mamet: “That’s right.  Yes.  That’s right.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review by The Black Cricket&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-6987898449593348522?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/6987898449593348522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=6987898449593348522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/6987898449593348522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/6987898449593348522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2010/11/cadence-theater-company-oleanna.html' title='Cadence Theater Company | Oleanna'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-4335294864432037947</id><published>2010-11-02T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:01:02.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater Theory'/><title type='text'>Standing Ovations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theepochtimes.com/n2/images/stories/large/2008/09/26/Standing-Ovation_Night3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://www.theepochtimes.com/n2/images/stories/large/2008/09/26/Standing-Ovation_Night3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not going  to lie: standing ovations drive me crazy. It seems like everybody here  in the Richmond area gives them out willy-nilly. I go into a theater and  sit through a mediocre to good show. The lights go down as the last act  comes to a close. The lights come back up and the performers come out  for a curtain call. The audience claps and stands in approval. Meanwhile  I'm stuck behind a lot of guys standing. I can no longer see the  performers because of the people standing in front of me. Why didn't I  stand you ask? The answer: I don't believe in just handing out standing  ovations. I appreciate the show and the effort that all involved gave,  but I just don't think it deserves that high a praise. There is always  room for improvement.&amp;nbsp; (Yes I'm a director who will continue to give  small technical notes after opening night. I work in an education  setting for goodness sake. Even though you did GREAT. There is always  someplace else to take the performance. There is something else to  learn. It's about the process rather than the product.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing a show recently I was discussing this with a good friend  and graduate school colleague. She told me that a wise theater person  once told her this: &lt;b&gt;"You only get three standing ovations in your  life to give out. Use them wisely."&lt;/b&gt; This sounds like a good mantra  for me to live the rest of my life by. I have handed out a few standing  ovations in my life, but they were when I was young and naivete. I'm  going to be stingy with them. Realistically I will probably only give  out two because when it comes time to give out the third I will find  myself unable to give it out in fear that I might come across something  better and not be able to give it one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from here on out. I'm making a commitment. Three standing  ovations. That's it. I'll try to use them wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By T. K. Widmer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-4335294864432037947?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/4335294864432037947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=4335294864432037947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/4335294864432037947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/4335294864432037947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2010/11/standing-ovations.html' title='Standing Ovations'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-2618758958629494795</id><published>2010-10-09T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:01:39.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dah Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dijana Milosevec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Richmond'/><title type='text'>Dah Theatre | The Story of Tea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brown.edu/Departments/Theatre_Speech_Dance/img/DPP_0093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.brown.edu/Departments/Theatre_Speech_Dance/img/DPP_0093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Story of Tea&lt;/i&gt; was one of the most surreal experiences I have ever had. I feel like Dah's shows are less plays or even performances than they are just purely experiences. If you are to sit back and try to cognitively understand The Story of Tea you will come up short, it would take a lifetime to understand the place from where Dah has created the show. However, it is still a beautiful experience. I was moved to tears at different moments through their performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dah Theatre company was formed in 1991 out of a need for experimental theater in Serbia after the war. Their motto is:&amp;nbsp;"In the contemporary world, destruction and violence can only be opposed by the creation of sense." They hope to oppose destruction with creativity and creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their performance takes a cue from Chekov's famous Three Sisters to deal with various themes of loss. Sometimes how we remember things isn't always they way they were in actuality. Sometimes truth and reality do not equal the same thing. Sometimes Moscow isn't as great as you thought it was. Sometimes you lose what you thought you once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I intellectually understood the show, but I understood it in my soul. I understood it in my heart. I don't know how to explain it. It is very seldom that I find myself at a loss for words. As an English and dramatic literature major, I've made an academic career of knowing what to say. But sometimes there just is not the words. There is only a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dah means "breath." And in a word that is the best way to describe their performance. Not only was the breath of the performers one of the most beautiful parts of the show, the show itself turned out to be a breath of fresh air to the art community here in the states. After the show the audience sat in silence for a couple of minutes before the curtain call, and we left the theater trying to process what we had just seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah is currently on a tour of the United States. Please catch any and all of their shows if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dahteatarcentar.com/index_eng.html"&gt;Dah's Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7stages.org/dah/"&gt;US Tour Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By TK Widmer&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-2618758958629494795?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/2618758958629494795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=2618758958629494795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/2618758958629494795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/2618758958629494795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2010/10/dah-theatre-story-of-tea.html' title='Dah Theatre | The Story of Tea.'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-365183290159839507</id><published>2010-09-15T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:01:56.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kate Moira Ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda S Chapman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Triangle Players'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noreen C Barnes'/><title type='text'>The Beebo Brinker Chronicles | Richmond Triangle Players</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.richmondtriangleplayers.com/IMAGES/Beebo_WEB-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.richmondtriangleplayers.com/IMAGES/Beebo_WEB-art.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Beebo Brinker Chronicles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="showCred"&gt;by Kate Moira Ryan and Linda S. Chapman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="showCred"&gt;Directed by Noreen C. Barnes.&lt;br /&gt;September 15 – October 9, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond's area LGBT theater comes through again with this campy comedy set in pre-Stonewall&amp;nbsp; Greenwich Village. The play deals with the lives of Laura and Beth, two women struggling to define and accept their own sexuality. On their journey they meet the mysterious Beebo Brinker and Jack Mann, a flamboyant homosexual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aided by stunning performances from theaterVCU's Kerry Mcgee Wilson and Justin Amellio, the beautiful direction of Noreen C. Barnes gives us laughs, slaps, and a whole lot of drinks. The versatile and stunning stage drips of 50's aesthetic, with beautiful facades that have jumped right out a Mondrian painting. The lighting is subtle at times but accents the action onstage beautifully. While the play is a comedy and will have you laughing out loud throughout the play, it touches on some very deep issues that are still  quite relevant and enthralling today. With a tale of secret lovers, a beautiful noir staging, and a sharp wit; &lt;i&gt;Beebo Brinker&lt;/i&gt; is sure to be a hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Richmond Triangle Player's production of The Beebo Brinker Chronicles opens tonight (September 15th) and runs through October 9th. Tickets 20$-25$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By TK Widmer&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-365183290159839507?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/365183290159839507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=365183290159839507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/365183290159839507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/365183290159839507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2010/09/bebo-brinker-chronicles-richmond.html' title='The Beebo Brinker Chronicles | Richmond Triangle Players'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-2239331577611253678</id><published>2010-09-10T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:11:29.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Albee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firehouse Theater Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rusty Wilson'/><title type='text'>The Firehouse Theater Project | Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolfe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firehousetheatre.org/images/uploads/WAOVW-web1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.firehousetheatre.org/images/uploads/WAOVW-web1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go see: Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolfe @ &lt;a href="http://www.firehousetheatre.org/season/"&gt;The Firehouse Theater Project&lt;/a&gt; in Richmond VA. Got to watch their IDR this week. Good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Rusty Wilson. Staring Jonathan Conyers, Larry Cook, Laine Satterfield, and Amy Sproul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets are $25 for adults, $22 for seniors 65 and older, and $10 for students and RAPT members with ID. Tickets are available by calling the Firehouse box office at 804-355-2001 or visiting www.firehousetheatre.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This production runs from &lt;b&gt;Sept. 8-Oct. 2&lt;/b&gt;, Thursdays-Saturdays at 8 p.m. and with selected 4 p.m. pay-what-you-will matinees on Sundays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-2239331577611253678?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/2239331577611253678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=2239331577611253678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/2239331577611253678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/2239331577611253678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2010/09/firehouse-theater-project-whos-afraid.html' title='The Firehouse Theater Project | Who&apos;s Afraid of Virginia Woolfe'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-950553689751770064</id><published>2010-09-09T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:35:20.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've moved.</title><content type='html'>The Backstage Door has relocated. The webmaster is now in an MFA program in Richmond VA. So this blog will now cover Richmond VA theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-950553689751770064?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/950553689751770064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=950553689751770064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/950553689751770064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/950553689751770064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2010/09/weve-moved.html' title='We&apos;ve moved.'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-7217230538290064372</id><published>2009-11-24T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:53:13.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry chapin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='custom made theater'/><title type='text'>Cotton Patch Gospel | Custom Made Theater Co.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.custommade.org/_images/showphoto_cpg.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.custommade.org/_images/showphoto_cpg.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 244px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 485px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cotton Patch Gospel|&lt;br /&gt;Custom Made Theater Co.&lt;br /&gt;Directed by: Marilyn Langbehn.&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Edward Hightower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a huge fan of the music of Harry Chapin. Not many people know about the genius of Chapin's music, and its a tragedy that he passed in a car accident in 1981. Although the music featured in Cotton Patch Gospel is not Chapin's usual style his vocal and musical influence is felt throughout the piece. Going into Custom Made Theater's performance I was a little apprehensive because of the overtly christian story that Chapin's lyrics tell, and how this would play in a city like San Francisco, but it seemed that that was not the issue with the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the majority of the faults lie in the staging. Even though the next stage is a thrust space the piece was performed in a style that would have been better "in-the-round." The good acting of the lead was negated by the horrible staging as almost half of the time the audience could not see his face. The lighting was subpar, and the other technical values were lacking as well. The actor and the three singers were at times hard to hear because the blue grass accompaniment overpowered them, because the actors were not provided mices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the acting prowess of Edward Hightower makes up for some of the technical follies, and the musicality of Chapin's words and music provide a welcome break from the "show-tunes" fad of our generation. Go and check out this show before it closes next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.custommade.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-7217230538290064372?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/7217230538290064372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=7217230538290064372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/7217230538290064372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/7217230538290064372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2009/11/cotton-patch-gospel-custom-made-theater.html' title='Cotton Patch Gospel | Custom Made Theater Co.'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-5774652571741546584</id><published>2009-10-26T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:52:14.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anthony Miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SF Fringe Festival'/><title type='text'>Zombie! The Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://analogmedium.com/blog/2009/09/zombie-the-musical.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://analogmedium.com/blog/2009/09/zombie-the-musical.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 451px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 301px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Living dead undead dead are alive, and they are conveniently located in a warehouse, conveniently located next to a graveyard, near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Miller's "Zombie! The musical" is a laugh out loud riot, but more than that, its a good piece of theater. The script is well written, albeit it very random and unexplainable at times. (Ozzy Osborn appears on stage, then gets turned into a zombie)But the show itself knows where its boundaries are, and knows not to overstep them. It keeps with a cheesy B movie feel throughout, but at times has moments where it pops down into reality and gives the audience a deeper view of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is stunningly composed by Brendan West (Shotgun Players, Beowulf: A thousand years of Baggage). It fits the feel and mood of the piece in general and for the most part suited all of the actors voices. The acting was sub par in places, and came of very awkward, but the 5 member ensemble of zombies more than made up for the rest of the cast's shortcomings. Their technicality in movement and attention to precision made them a treat, and I had a hard time looking away from their grotesque makeup. Every moment of their movements were, for lack of a better word, "breath taking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO see this show before it closes on Halloween weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://zombiemusicalsf.com/"&gt;http://zombiemusicalsf.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-5774652571741546584?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/5774652571741546584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=5774652571741546584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/5774652571741546584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/5774652571741546584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2009/10/zombie-musical.html' title='Zombie! 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It was phenomenal. The level of work that Milosevic has been able to accomplish with such young acting talent involved is breath taking. This is a show you will not want to miss. Yugen is powerful, as always and the subject matter hits home. The musicians are some of the best to ever grace the theatrical stage, and their experimental compositions really help to set a tone for the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;Dogsbody comes through in a big way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="style10" style="font-family: Skia,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #473b32; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dijana Milosevic (Guest Collaborator, Director)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A graduate of the Faculty of Special Psychology at the University of Belgrade, Yugoslavia, worked with autistic children before continuing in theater directing at the Faculty of Dramatic Arts at the same University. In 1991, she co-founded Dah Teater in Belgrade, the first theater laboratory in her country and has been actively involved in it through directing and devising all its performances. In 2007 she and her theater were recipients of prestigious Otto Rene Castillo Award for political theater. She tours with her company, gives workshops and teaches around the world. She also writes for theater magazines and publications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erik Ehn (Artistic Associate - Theatre of Yugen / Playwright)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik is married to Patricia Chanteloube-Ehn. Erik’s work includes&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maria Kizito, The Saint Plays, Heavenly Shades of Night Are Falling, No Time Like the Present, Wolf at the Door, Tailings, Beginner, Ideas of Good and Evil&lt;/i&gt;, and an adaptation of Faulkner’s &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sound and the Fury&lt;/i&gt;. He is an Artistic Associate at San Francisco’s Theatre of Yugen, recently writing and directing a Noh-inspired &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/i&gt; with them (2003, 2004) which received 2 BATCC awards (Costumes, Lighting) and 3 other nominations. Additional work with Yugen includes &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Horse&lt;/i&gt; (2001), which combined Noh forms with Native American music and dance. Remounted in 2005 as &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moon of the Scarlet Plums&lt;/i&gt;, the new bi-lingual production opened at Expo Hall at the World’s Fair in Aichi, Japan. His plays have been produced in San Francisco (Intersection, Thick Description, Yugen), Seattle (Annex, Empty Space), Austin (Frontera), New York (BACA, Whitney Museum), Atlanta (7 Stages), San Diego (Sledgehammer), Chicago (Red Moon), the Lincoln Center Festival (NY); elsewhere. He has taught at the U of Iowa, Naropa, UC San Diego, UT Dallas, and Cal Arts (graduate), as well as U San Francisco, SF State, Santa Clara, and Skidmore (undergrad). He currently is Dean of the Theater Department and Head of Writing for Performance at Cal Arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-5124663218533901023?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/5124663218533901023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=5124663218533901023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/5124663218533901023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/5124663218533901023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2009/10/preview-dogsbody-theater-of-yugen.html' title='PREVIEW: Dogsbody (Theater of Yugen)'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qvzVeVSe79U/StgEhmJxzcI/AAAAAAAAAV8/RECBEuY3-Zs/s72-c/dogsbody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-1877664376636715893</id><published>2009-10-15T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:52:58.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryonn Bain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mei Ann Teo'/><title type='text'>Lyrics From Lockdown (Bryonn Bain)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvzVeVSe79U/SteG1P-tWSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_BogdGLNbG8/s1600-h/8130_197438376280_699276280_4322739_4054077_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392927328180197666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvzVeVSe79U/SteG1P-tWSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_BogdGLNbG8/s400/8130_197438376280_699276280_4322739_4054077_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 283px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;Whenever I witness a piece of art that is particularly moving—whether it be a painting, a play, or a song—I get a tingling in my whole body. I'm not sure if I believe in a soul, but in those moments it seems that the commingling of truth and beauty elicits something deeper and more powerful than my mind alone can grasp. Usually poetry doesn't do it for me—I just don't “get it”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bryonn Bain, however, gave me shivers more often than any other artist has been able to achieve. The lyrical, musical, and theatrical adventure that is “Lyrics from Lockdown” is a powerpunch of artistic expression that left me stunned and begging for more. Although it is primarily a memoir of his wrongful imprisonment, Bain's poetry also rises above and beyond that narrative. From comical conversations with the devil to existential ponderings on his child's scribbling, Bain is able to turn a simple story into an exposition on the human condition, touching not only our universal desire for freedom and justice, but our search for the beautiful in the ugly, the self in the system, and the divine in the mortal. Such themes are bound to engage any audience, and arouse even the most indifferent stoic. If you have a heart, Bain will reach right past it to your soul. Expect a reawakening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-1877664376636715893?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/1877664376636715893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=1877664376636715893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/1877664376636715893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/1877664376636715893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2009/10/lyrics-from-lockdown-bryonn-bain.html' title='Lyrics From Lockdown (Bryonn Bain)'/><author><name>Zach Benton</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Wg1UtriKU_w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAGm8/3ri2b0UjEJ4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qvzVeVSe79U/SteG1P-tWSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/_BogdGLNbG8/s72-c/8130_197438376280_699276280_4322739_4054077_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-3504838684239010605</id><published>2009-10-14T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:53:22.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shotgun Players'/><title type='text'>Faust, Part 1 (Shotgun Players)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shotgunplayers.org/img/2009/faust/faust6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.shotgunplayers.org/img/2009/faust/faust6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 289px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 449px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark Jackson brings Faust, Part 1 to Berkeley and the Ashby Stage’s The Shotgun Players. Jackson’s freeing adaption of Goethe’s FAUST falls someplace in between a fairy tale and a gothic horror. It gives a real theatrical presence to Goethe’s closet drama. While the adaption itself is quite intriguing, the real value of the show comes from the direction of Kevin Clarke and Mark Jackson. Jackson’s background in theater is a dance based, full body, physical acting. The beauty of the piece lies in the moment, or lack thereof, portrayed by the actors. Much like Jackson’s Yes Yes to Moscow, we see an outward expression through physical expression of each characters real internal struggle. Jackson does not do realism, in any production I have seen of his, but has an innate ability to draw his audience in through his formalism. What may at first glance appear to distance his viewers from the events ends up being what brings them closer than they have ever encountered the text before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson’s adaption refuses to investigate some of the real issues at play beneath the text. The “Woman” is constructed, in much literature as the whore or the angel, and while the text brings up this issue, it leaves it quickly for bloodshed and action. It seems like there are a lot of big issues that are lying just under the surface that are not really addressed within the adaption. Of course since this is only part 1, we have but a portion of the story. Hopefully Jackson will adapt the second part, and challenge some of these notions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the set is simple and vague, Jackson hopes you will take the leap into this fairy tale with him. Not only did Jackson adapt/co-direct, he also starred as Faust himself. Faust’s performance seldom seemed forced, but instead seemed natural and flowing, no matter how ridged Jackson plays him. It is truly a treat to see Jackson and co-star Peter Ruocco (Mephistopheles) and the subtleties they are able to bring out of the rich text provided to them. Ruocco strides onstage and persuades the audience that he is the embodiment of evil simply by stating that fact. His portrayal of Mephistopheles is, as one viewer put it, “like a jaded melancholy” and it works beautiful into the scope and setting that Jackson and set designer Nina Ball have created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the real highlight of the show lies with the performance of Blythe Foster just as the tragedy begins to unfold. The dance sequence that has been created is an incredible piece of visual beauty. Hearkening back to the style of movement in Yes Yes to Moscow, Jackson abstracts movement and turning it simply into something that Gretchen does to express her inner turmoil rising up within her. This scene alone is worth the cost of the ticket, and all the rest of the play is simply enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are still some nuts and bolts to iron out, Jackson’s concept is strong enough, especially when supported by the performances of Peter Ruocco and Blythe Foster to create a piece that, on the whole, is a beautiful representation of movement and how it should be used. In Faust, Part 1 Jackson has created another piece that he should be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Picture by Jessica Palopoli&lt;br /&gt;http://www.shotgunplayers.org/faust.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-3504838684239010605?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/3504838684239010605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=3504838684239010605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/3504838684239010605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/3504838684239010605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2009/10/theater-review-faust-shotgun-players.html' title='Faust, Part 1 (Shotgun Players)'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-8558505843866893115</id><published>2009-09-06T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:53:47.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Stein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bay Area Playwright Festival'/><title type='text'>Natasha and the Coat |BAPF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.playwrightsfoundation.org/images/Stein.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.playwrightsfoundation.org/images/Stein.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 510px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 341px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natasha and the Coat by Deborah Stein is a deeply moving tale of cultural clash. Natasha is an intern at an upscale clothing retail store in Brooklyn, NYC. The play chronicles her interaction with the Hasidic Jewish family who lives below her and rents her a room. Because this is part of the Playwright's festival, it was only a reading and not a full production, however it was still possible to see some great working being done.  &lt;br /&gt;The direction was subtle, but what Sean Daniels was able to accomplish was a beautiful reading. A fairly simplistic staging with the actors behind music stands allowed the actors the freedom to actually act instead of being hampered by remembering complex stage direction. In the 12 hours of rehearsal accomplished before its first reading, Daniels created a visually appealing experience without taking away from the amazing script that Stein provided.&lt;br /&gt;The script is subtle, but beautiful in is intricate writing. Many of the touching moments come between the plays main two characters, Natasha and the young Jewish man who runs the dry cleaning shop. Their relationship is beautiful and poignant and pushes the young Hadsid to expand his horizons, and appreciate tradition for its truths instead of the useless reason of "because his parents taught him that way." His story is similar to one that might be read in the writings of Chaim Potok, and Steins plot is just as beautiful as Potok's in Asher Lev.&lt;br /&gt;The acting was, Brilliant. Lead by young actress Danielle Levin and up and coming star Jonathan Bock. Their onstage chemistry was incredible and drug the audience along for the hour and a half ride. At the end of the show, the audience was left wanting more, which is exactly how an audience should be left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-8558505843866893115?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/8558505843866893115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=8558505843866893115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/8558505843866893115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/8558505843866893115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2009/09/natasha-and-coat-bapf.html' title='Natasha and the Coat |BAPF'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-4237054399910238093</id><published>2008-06-20T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:54:25.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Kane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='19;21'/><title type='text'>Blasted (Ninteen;Twenty-One)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvzVeVSe79U/StaCAlephoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/zY0YDGMs22w/s1600-h/blasted_poster.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392640550395020930" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvzVeVSe79U/StaCAlephoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/zY0YDGMs22w/s400/blasted_poster.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 267px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blasted&lt;br /&gt;19:21 Theatre Company&lt;br /&gt;Mossmer Hotel, SF June 22, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The seven of us stood in the lobby of the Mossmer Hotel on Fourth Street. We didn’t now much; all we knew was that we were seeing a production of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blasted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Sarah Kane’s first popular play. We are handed veils as we are told to put them on and place them on over our heads. There were three holes; one hole for our mouth and two for our heads. From this moment on we knew we were in for something special. We would soon be observes to something that would become more poetic than any experience I had ever had before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What you see feels like something other than theatre. There are none of the traditions that are present in normal theatre. There is no cast list and there is no program. In fact there is no program. And appropriately at the finale there is no blackout, (the room is already dark), and no curtain call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;19;21 Theatre Company from England brings us a trans-continental cast production of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blasted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by Sarah Kane. This company brings us perhaps one of the most intimate but also one of the most aloof theatre experiences I have ever had. This production of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blasted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has been staged, like the real play, in a hotel room. There is no defined stage, just as there is no defined place for the viewer to be. The audience is free to move to find a better vantage point as the show is staged around them. If you want to see part of a scene better, it is your job to find a better place stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The acting was almost subpar at the top of the show, as the two leads did not seem to play very well together at first. The main reason there is this feeling at first is the audience is in fact not used to this style. The dialogue is not given in a particularly “theatre” style, it is given more conversationally. But gradually as you grew into the style and into this new form, the audience gradually warms up to the actors and the style of the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the work shows its true brilliance it is when things starts to fall apart. As the apartment is thrown into to ruin by the entrance of the soldier the play takes on a whole new light and the performances get so much more believable. Lighting helps to play a big role in this as the lights begin to get less and less and are used to focus you on what you are supposed to be seeing. The performances of the actors too becomes all the more intense and believable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those of my readers who are familiar with the work of Sarah Kane know how brutal she is. Her work, thusly, is incredibility hard to stage. And 19:21 have found a new way to bring her work to life. The staging and lighting of the piece is so brilliant you don’t realize it until hours or maybe even days later. How they accomplish what the piece calls for is the most theatric part of the piece, and is worth seeing the piece just for itself. But where the piece really shines is the experience. The feelings that the piece gives the audience as we leave, unsure if we were to clap, just leave or cry. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blasted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; remains true to the ways of Sarah Kane and hits you dead on in the face with its unique experience. Ultimately this piece provides the perfect introduction to a new viewer of Kane’s work, but it also brings to life one of her plays in a new way that people even the most familiar with her work would not miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What can only be classified as “event theatre.” When it really comes down to it, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blasted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is all about the experience and what the audience goes through as they journey through the play. And because of that they get away with some things that would not quite work in any “normal” production. All theatre productions should take a little advice from this production and accommodate the experience of their audience. It helps a lot and effectively engages any member of the audience. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blasted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is one of the best events of the year, and is well worth the look. This is an experience you will not soon forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-4237054399910238093?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/4237054399910238093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=4237054399910238093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/4237054399910238093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/4237054399910238093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2008/11/blasted-1921-theatre-company-mossmer.html' title='Blasted (Ninteen;Twenty-One)'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qvzVeVSe79U/StaCAlephoI/AAAAAAAAAT0/zY0YDGMs22w/s72-c/blasted_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-389724980881757317</id><published>2008-04-30T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:54:57.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Weil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilkholm Theater Group'/><title type='text'>Ecstasy with the Pomegranate (Ilkholm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ilkhom.com/i/images/rad1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.ilkhom.com/i/images/rad1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 231px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An Ecstasy with the Pomegranate&lt;br /&gt;By the Ilkholm Theater Group&lt;br /&gt;Directed by: Mark Weil&lt;br /&gt;Touring the United States right now! &lt;br /&gt;All the way from Uzbekistan, the Ilkholm theater group brings us their production of Ecstasy with the Pomegranate. Ultimately they bring us a story of culture and the destruction of culture. This is something that has been done over and over again by many theater groups. However, there is something different about Ilkholm and these differences are what make the production completely worth the time and money. Ilkholm theater provides a fresh passion, and life to their theater stories that often hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;While many theatre groups are adapting old plays or rewriting, simply appropriating stories –and there is something to be said for that –the Ilkholm brings us a story that is completely unfamiliar to us. I fount Ecstasy with the Pomegranate to be not only entertaining, but perhaps more importantly I found it informative. The majority of history created these days is focused on either American or European with some focus into the areas of Africa and Asia. There is virtually nothing coming out of the regions of Russia and its surrounding smaller countries. Loosely based on the story of the artist Aleksandr Nikolaev it provided me with a fresh story from a culture and time period I am largely uninformed about. I do not know much about the culture of the bacha dancers and so watching their culture and learning about its fall became all the more interesting in what should be the human’s constant search for knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have seen many an informative production that simply became drudgery and almost painful to watch. However the technical aspects of the Ilkholm theater experience are so beautiful it is hard to look away from them, even to sneak a peak at the ever-present subtitles. Their use of projection, movement, and the acting itself were very important to the ultimate beauty of the show.&lt;br /&gt;After just seeing the Rep’s production of Figaro one could be scared about how projection can go terribly wrong. It can distract from what is going on onstage and can become an immediate sign of trying to hard to get your point across. However Ilkholm does not use it to draw my focus to something and point it out making it a huge billboard for what they are trying to say. Instead they project pictures and paintings on a huge moveable skrim. These very paintings and pictures are the real life work of the artist the piece follows. Thus the projections become more than just projections, they become art that is a part of the art form. Ilkholm does not dumb down what they are trying to say and insult their audience in the process of making their points they continue to be intellectual as they suggest their points. Their work with projection becomes ingenious because it is not overstated it simply adds to the production.&lt;br /&gt;To say that the moment of the company on stage is anything but exquisite would be an understatement. The bacha dancers themselves are amazing in movement, and not just in their dances, their entire attitude as they approach moment on stage provides an amazing theater experience. However what is even more amazing is the contrast between the dancers and the soldiers. While everything the dancers do is fluid, beautiful, and smooth, the soldier’s movements are abrupt, strong, and harsh. This contrast only helps to build the beauty of the moment of the dancers. Once again however this is not overstates it is simply shown to the audience and it is left to the viewer to notice what the artists were expertly doing.&lt;br /&gt;The actors in the production provide a haunting look into the characters lives. I did not feel that I was watching actors portraying the story on stage; I felt that the actors were the story on stage. Each actor seemed so absorbed in the character it was impossible to not view them as one and the same. This was accomplished in a few ways. The story they are sharing is once again unfamiliar so the characters are also unfamiliar. The actors’ portrayal of them is the only reality I know of the story. But perhaps more importantly is that it is really shown that the characters have a dedication to storytelling and to the story they are telling. They appear to be letting the story flow through them at all moments when they walk the stage and they even perform in memory of a fallen comrade, their artistic director. They are emotionally connected to the story they are telling, (like the cast of Red Books was) and that makes the performances even more valid and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;In many foreign productions the story falls flat on its face when they are brought to the stage in America. Many times I feel that is because the theater companies simply try to force the explanation of their culture. Their productions would be one hundred times better if they realized what Ilkholm theatre has realized. They do not need to explain themselves on stage they only need to share themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-389724980881757317?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/389724980881757317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=389724980881757317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/389724980881757317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/389724980881757317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2008/04/review-ecstasy-with-pomegranate.html' title='Ecstasy with the Pomegranate (Ilkholm)'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-3444412323431842947</id><published>2008-04-30T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:55:21.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rod Hipskind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shotgun Players'/><title type='text'>Beowulf (Shotgun Players)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shotgunplayers.org/img/2008/beowulfmini.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.shotgunplayers.org/img/2008/beowulfmini.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 370px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 225px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beowulf: A Thousand Years of Baggage.&lt;br /&gt;Directed by                   Rod Hipskind.&lt;br /&gt;Shotgun Players,&lt;br /&gt;The Ashby Stage,&lt;br /&gt;Berkley CA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I sat in possibly one of the coolest spaces I have been to for theatre, I could not help but get my anticipation up to see the piece. However, about twenty-five minutes into the piece I found myself severely disappointed. The Shotgun players chose to adapt the story of Beowulf in a way that I felt is possibly the only way to tell the story on a stage in the theatre format, and I was anxious to see how it would turn out. The Shotgun Players’ idea of ensemble acting sounded like a great take on the age old story. However the subject matter is such an amazing piece the theatre piece left me feeling like I was seeing nothing more than I high school production. Perhaps it is best to even leave a discussion of this type to be left to the classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I felt like the premise had a lot of potential and even as the play started I was more than just a little excited. The idea of having a few panelists discuss the story and point out the ironies was brilliant and a perfect way of negotiating around some of the difficulties that are present in the story. They were by far the best actors in the production, and their ensemble choral work as panelists was entertaining to watch. Their dialogue provided me with the majority of laughter that I experienced in the show. However, as in Berkley Rep’s production of &lt;i&gt;Figaro&lt;/i&gt;, I would have preferred to see more of them as the premise and less of the story that the main characters were referring to taking place in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Banana Bag and Bodice’s use of space and their creation of the space using the props were, sufficient to say, brilliant. One of my favorite moments in the play was the use of lights to create space. They set this up from the very beginning of the production using small lights above the three panelists that would dim when the panelists were not talking and would come on brighter when they were supposed to be the focus. Their light was much different than the use of stark bright lights on the mats that created this area where the story would take place behind them. But my favorite use of lights was the use of the upright lights that illuminated the arches of the space, creating not only a frame for the whole production, but also when turned on gave an accented feel of being inside of a great hall that would have existed during the time of Beowulf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Their use of props also added to the production. It to be honest made the production watchable. Even the microphones at times became part of the set and part of the action when Beowulf uses each one and allows them to swing in rhythm. The use of the fish tanks to illustrate the underwater battle was nothing less than amusing. Even the instrumentation became part of the props. But their best use of props was also in someway the use of the space. When the dragon is created on stage, their use of fans and then mesh flags to create the illusion of wings kept the audience’s attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, despite all the tools they had at their disposal, the lack of the presence of Beowulf and the horrid lyrics and simple melodies caused the production to fall on its face. Beowulf appeared on stage as an oaf, not the strong, but tragic hero we all have come to know and love. I do understand the dramatic and literary irony this creates, but instead of producing a witty irony, Beowulf creates an irony that does not support itself, in fact it does not support anything. Instead he helps to drag the production through the floor. While the music works for some of the actors, Beowulf’s solos (which are far to plentiful) are off-key and coarse. They do not provide the same feel as Grendal’s songs, which are meant to be a little off because of the way the character is played. His actions are way less physical than the beautiful actions of the other principal characters and when compared to the acting of Grendal and Grendal’s mother.  The story of Beowulf gets smashed by the inadequate lyrics that were written, they try to turn the story into a somewhat funny telling of it, however the humor, for the most part is not humorous or witty. The lyrics, instead seem to not be pushed enough in that direction and instead fall on deaf ears as only making a lukewarm statement. The Beowulf character writing does not even provide much for the panelists to discuss, as most of their discussion is concerning the three villains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The very character the play should be about drags down what would have been a beautiful production. It is interesting to note how something with such great potential can be dragged down by something that may seem so small. That is why it is important for every production to be so tight. Instead of being amazed I found myself a lot more disappointed then I had ever foreseen. Perhaps Beowulf would have been a lot more tolerable without the Beowulf.&lt;/div&gt;twid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-3444412323431842947?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/3444412323431842947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=3444412323431842947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/3444412323431842947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/3444412323431842947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2008/04/beowulf-thousand-years-of-baggage.html' title='Beowulf (Shotgun Players)'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-6687860993036856150</id><published>2008-04-22T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:55:57.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Epp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominique Serrand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berkeley Rep'/><title type='text'>Figaro (Berkeley Rep/Jeune Lune)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.berkeleyrep.org/press/images/0708/fi/FI1_lr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.berkeleyrep.org/press/images/0708/fi/FI1_lr.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 381px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 254px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Figaro:&lt;/b&gt; Musical drama.By Steven Epp and Dominique Serrand, adapted from Mozart’s “The Marriage of Figaro” and three plays by Beaumarchais. Directed by Serrand. &lt;i&gt;(Through June 8. Theatre de la Jeune Lune, Berkeley Repertory’s Roda Theatre, 2015 Addison St., Berkeley. Two hours, 50 minutes. Tickets: $16.50-$69. Call (510) 647-2949 or go to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.berkeleyrep.org/"&gt;www.berkeleyrep.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Berkley Repertory Theatre has once again brought the esteemed Jeune Lune to its stage. This time they bring the west coast premier of their show Figaro. Set 20 years after the events of the well-known opera by Mozart in the city of Paris, Jeune Lune’s own Stephan Epp has masterfully written his script that holds much relevance today. The production is placed in just the right spot to provide some much needed looks into our own society today. However, Figaro sometimes looses track of to where it is going, and unnecessarily complicates many parts of the show, making the audience loose track of what is really important in the show, the incredible acting provided by Epp and Serrand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The play begins with Epp pushing in a huge wardrobe box that becomes an important piece of furniture for the rest of the show. The man who penned the piece, Steven Epp, plays old Figaro while Jeune Lune’s own artistic director Dominique Serrand plays the elder count. Their interaction is brilliant and is worth seeing the show for again and again. Their set suggests a minimalistic approach to the story, however hat follows is a whirlwind of actions flowing almost seamlessly between the events of the past and the events of the present. However I found myself wanting to hold onto the events of the present rather than being pulled into the story that they are remembering in the past. I would have had no problem the show continuing with mainly Ebb and Serrand on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In talking with Serrand after the show he spoke about how the opera was so much of what the play was about, however I very humbly disagree with him. The story of the opera has been told over and over again and indeed for many fans of theatre and the opera the story is maybe a little too known. This new play based on the work of Beaumarchais chooses to focus it story on the memories of the now old count and aged Figaro. That is why this production works. It is not so much that the Jeune Lune’s opera is bad, it is just that the acting of Serrand and Epp is so brilliant. It makes the opera an unnecessary side thought to the story of the count and his servant. That is where the problem lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Theatre Jeune Lune often bombarded me with so much in trying to combine the story of the opera with that of the two men remembering it. Constantly I was trying to deal with the action onstage, the memories being acted out onstage and the subscript translating the opera. The subscript was completely unnecessary in that it tried to emphasize what was not the point of the play. This production is not about the story of the opera it is about these two men having grown old looking back on their past. Many times I found myself watching two plays onstage having a war with one another. Jeune Lune tried too hard to make the story of the opera be told and to set it apart from the story of the two men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In an effort to be high tech and innovative they ended up complicating the play even further. Upstage of the action there stood a screen that was constantly changing position. The screen provided many a “cool” moment, showing close-ups of moments onstage on a live feed, but ultimately this was a crutch to allow for staging things away from the audience. The only time it really worked was when it factored into the memories of the men showing the son of the count, as he was a boy. Or when it showed a close up of the actor when it was really called for (ie. when Serrand finds out of his wife’s adultery). There were many times when dialogue was taking place onstage that the screen was moving into a position for another shot or was showing a moving picture background that did not provide much benefit other than distract the viewer from the action onstage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were, without a doubt, moments of brilliance in Figaro, but these were mostly found when low-tech devices were being employed, The moments between Figaro and the Count are some of the most priceless on stage as their dry whit and humor is enough to entertain any audience. Even when Serrand’s character leaves the stage you can still feel him present as though he was forced to leave too soon. It’s a pity the opera and the high tech innovation did take a back seat to the real action on stage. Figaro should have taken the advice of its set designers and remained a little more simple and focused more on the story of the men. Sometimes things are left better uncomplicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But as a final word, go and see it, if for nothing more than the performances of the leads, i could watch them all day long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-6687860993036856150?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/6687860993036856150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=6687860993036856150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/6687860993036856150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/6687860993036856150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2008/04/review-figaro.html' title='Figaro (Berkeley Rep/Jeune Lune)'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6674944603151526602.post-1393859378906604137</id><published>2008-04-18T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:56:27.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barbara Oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aurora Theater Company'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellen McLaughlin'/><title type='text'>The Trojan Women (Aurora Theater Company)</title><content type='html'>The Trojan Women&lt;br /&gt;By Ellen McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Barbara Oliver&lt;br /&gt;Aurora Theatre Company&lt;br /&gt;Berkley CA&lt;br /&gt;2008 &lt;br /&gt;Important theater is theater that has an impact for the audience that will eventually push the audience to action. Therefore to be classified as important theater the theater has to have a message that is relevant for the time period and also the audience.&lt;br /&gt;War, and the consequences of such have always been important topics of discussion, especially as of late. In a time in which we find ourselves emotionally and fiscally invested in war effort abroad, that in the end does not really help us as Americans in the long run, you are forced to question war and to examine its consequences. We all know the consequences for the soldiers involved. Death. But what is altogether to often forgotten is the affect it has on civilians and the innocent. It is true that many an innocent person has gotten caught up into the war, and have gotten hurt. But there are deeper wounds than physical wounds that take place. Emotional wounds that come from ulterior sources are intolerable. So at least on the surface The Trojan Women seems to have a message that needs to be heard at least for the time period. However, Our world today is so focused on the protection of the week and the helpless. So I ask is a play about women and he injuries concurred during war relevant for today’s audience? Is a rewrite of Trojan woman important theater for today?&lt;br /&gt;I feel there has been so much of this type of material that has been produced in the last six years that the message has lost its potency. Since the American occupation of Iraq we have heard nothing but an overload of stories about the weak and helpless that have been hurt by war especially this war. As a humanitarian and a civil rights activist I am very familiar with the injustices that take place in this world, but I do not feel that a just war creates that situation.&lt;br /&gt;Ellen McLaughlin’s adaptation of Euripides script was written about the tragedy that took place in Kosovo. That was the original setting, and in that setting I see the relevancy of the text and of the play, however, the Iraq War is a beast of a completely different nature. The production was, I feel, trying to draw similarities between the Greeks going for their own gain and invading Troy and the invasion of Iraq to halt the terror that Sadam was subjecting his citizens to.&lt;br /&gt;There is no question of the validity of the story. There is a reason Euripides himself focused on the lives of others than the soldiers in war. There is a valid argument that people do get caught up in war. It is also a fact that many people do get hurt in wars that were not meant to and their story does need to be told. But their story needs to stop becoming a political statement taken out of context. But we as humans and especially Americans realize this fact.&lt;br /&gt;The overuse of one thing can quickly turn something that did constitute important theater and quickly turn into something that is mundane and normal. Leaving this play I have no reason to ever think about what took place on that stage, there was nothing extraordinary about their presentation of the message. It was just another anti-war play to me that I have heard time an time again. It is the theater’s job to stay relevant in a time where other art forms are becoming mundane. Theater has the ability to constantly conform and still make a statement on the society around them. However if they do not do this and create something new, they are nothing but a clanging cymbal that has already been heard.&lt;br /&gt;In a quick note about the theatrical aspects though, I did feel like there were times that it was well executed. Their use of the thrust stage to create a very intimate feel was particularly. I felt they took care of the space very well at times, using a lot of intricate floor patter to create some beautiful moments. By far the climax of the vignettes was when hector’s wife had her monologue ending with her on the floor in the middle of the stage. Her floor patter was beautiful. However there were too many holes in the rest of the play to make it believable. Their setting was not solidly set up I did not feel the sense of danger to them that should have been expected. I think the small holes especially in the setting made the play feel especially irrelevant and unimportant for the majority of its audience. With a city audience, especially Berkley residents, who are usually, very well informed about the injustice in the world this “important” theater scheme has been overplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6674944603151526602-1393859378906604137?l=www.thebackstagedoor.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/feeds/1393859378906604137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6674944603151526602&amp;postID=1393859378906604137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/1393859378906604137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6674944603151526602/posts/default/1393859378906604137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thebackstagedoor.com/2008/04/review-trojan-women.html' title='The Trojan Women (Aurora Theater Company)'/><author><name>Twid Widmer</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6B6_pR53z8M/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA80/rWbkjFBdZCA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
