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Sick of Sandy—try a little Barbara Stanwyck. Oh my.

Sick of Sandy—try a little Barbara Stanwyck. Oh my.

"Why, Hopsie. You ought to be kept in a cage."

Sick of Sandy—try a little Barbara Stanwyck. Oh my.

Sick of Sandy—try a little Barbara Stanwyck. Oh my.

My brain's getting a little bit fried from thinking about the hurricane. I'm doing my best to keep tabs on damaged theaters and to learn everything I can about relief efforts—this, I've found, is much easier than actually helping—but sometimes, a boy needs a break. Yesterday, I let myself think a little about Preston Sturges. It was a welcome relief.

From 1940 to 1944, Preston Sturges made eight films, and at least six were great. I didn’t love Christmas In July , and I haven’t seen The Great Moment, a peculiar-sounding dramedy about the invention of anesthesia. But The Lady Eve, Sullivan’s Travels and The Palm Beach Story find a perfect balance between madcap and sentiment, and are among the finest comedies of all time. For what it’s worth, he also wrote and directed a propaganda short, the snappily titled “Safeguarding Military Information,” which you can watch for free online if you are deeply, deeply bored.
Born in Chicago, Sturges was raised on both sides of the Atlantic by a flighty society mother whose best friend was Isadora Duncan—the dancer fondly remembered for having her head pulled off by her own scarf. At sixteen, he began working in the arts, managing his stepfather’s theater into near-oblivion while the older man was busying himself with World War I. After a stint in the air force, Sturges bounced around Broadway, finally writing his first two plays in the late twenties. They flopped hard, but his third effort, the speakeasy comedy Strictly Dishonorable did not. He claimed to have written the play in six days—tying God’s record—and it ran for more than two years.

Ahhh. That's better. Keep reading, or turn off New York 1, put on a movie and let your brain shut up for a while.

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Photo taken by Sunset Parkerpix, Flickr.

Photo taken by Sunset Parkerpix, Flickr.

In Red Hook, Cleaning Becomes An Art

Photo taken by Sunset Parkerpix, Flickr.

Photo taken by Sunset Parkerpix, Flickr.

Martha Bowers, executive director of Red Hook's Dance Theatre Etcetera, spent the week knee-deep in muck. She arrived the morning after the hurricane to find that her second-floor offices had avoided flooding—just. The waterline showed that the water had gotten as high as eight feet the night before, leaving a mess of driftwood, garbage and, oddly, olives. The Fairway below her had been obliterated, and by Wednesday, the smell of rotting food was overwhelming. After hours in the mire, she drove home to Clinton HIll, where children were trick-or-treating.

"I've been up to my knees in mud and toxic water all day, and this neighborhood is trick-or-treating!" she said Wednesday by phone. "Life should return to normal, it's just—only a couple of miles away, it's a disaster zone."

Such astonishment was common this week, as those who have worked in the affected areas contend with the city's overwhelming desire to forget and move on. Wednesday was technically Halloween—the holiday-moving Chris Christie has no power in Brooklyn—and Bowers was not the only artistic citizen of Red Hook who spent the holiday impersonating a relief worker. At a restaurant near Bowers' offices, the instructors from Cora Dance scrubbed the kitchen with bleach. At the Waterfront Barge Museum, Lava Dance Company assisted in clean-up, a favor to the couple in charge, whose children have taken Lava dance classes for years.

"All artists are making art by cleaning right now," Bowers said.

Their space secure, their street clear of olives, Dance Theatre's concern is for the schools where they run dance education programs, and who provide most of their funding. "I went to one school today," Bowers said, "and its whole basement was underwater. We work in another school at the Rockaways, and I don't even know if it's there any more.

"Financially for us, this is gonna be really devastating, but already, people are talking about doing benefits."

On Halloween, while the children of Clinton Hill gorged on candy, the restauranteurs of Red Hook organized a massive barbecue, cooking off meat, veg and anything else that might otherwise spoil. Residents who were unable to evacuate ate well that night. If nothing else, the smell of roasting meat provided a welcome change. 

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November 2, 2012 by W.M. Akers.
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Times Square, rain-slick and empty, during Monday night's storm.

Times Square, rain-slick and empty, during Monday night's storm.

Theaters—Off, Off Off and On—Grapple With Sandy

Times Square, rain-slick and empty, during Monday night's storm.

Times Square, rain-slick and empty, during Monday night's storm.

Today I've got what I hope will be the first of dozens, thousands—millions!—of stories on Capital New York, a totally snazzy web site. It's also the first of what will be ongoing coverage on this blog of how the theaters, big and small, of New York City are responding to Monday night's hurricane. There's some good reporting here, and I'm proud of it. Hopefully in the next week I can do more.

The temporary home of St. Ann's Warehouse is on Jay Street, nestled in the heart of Dumbo, just half a block from the East River.
On Monday night, tropical storm Sandy soaked Dumbo, flooding Jane's Carousel and dealing untold damage to the neighborhood's bookstores, galleries and shops. As images of the disaster rolled in, St. Ann's executive director Andrew D. Hamingson scanned the pictures for a glimpse of his theater, and expected the worst.
"I'm a bit of a weather hobbyist," he said by phone yesterday, "so I was keeping a very close eye on the storm. It was a fitful night to say the least."
Tuesday morning, he drove to Dumbo to see the chaos for himself. Across the street from the theater, a parking garage was filled with 10 feet of water. Next door, a coffee shop's storeroom had flooded, creating a mire of very salty cold brew. But at St. Ann's Warehouse, the water had barely lapped at the door.
"I can't even tell you how lucky we feel," Hamingson said. "Actually, we sold six tickets during the storm. Who the hell is buying in the midst of the hurricane?"

There's way more. If anyone has news or stories about the hurricane, or information about theaters that are in trouble, message me on Twitter or email akers.william@gmail.com. Stay dry, folks.

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Al Pacino, King of Jockstraps

Continuing my streak of breaking thirty year-old, well-reported news, I wrote some things about Cruising for Bullett. That would be Cruising, the 1980 William Friedkin/Al Pacino masterpiece about a leather bar serial killer, which is on Watch Now for the next five days, so really if you're gonna watch it, watch it now. Now now now!

Last week, previews started for the new Broadway revival of Glengarry Glen Ross, which has been marketed with a particularly unimaginative bit of stunt casting: putting Al Pacino, who played hotshot Ricky Roma in the 1992 film adaptation, in the role of sadsack Shelly Levene. Because we haven’t seen this new Glengarry yet, and because it’s a grey Friday afternoon, we decided to spend the afternoon with an earlier, less self-conscious version of Alfredo James Pacino. It was a worthwhile experiment, and not just because it was so much more fun than doing real work.
(An aside: Can you measure an actor’s success by how few original plays he appears in on Broadway? Pacino’s last appearance in an original play was in 1969′s Does A Tiger Wear A Necktie?, a drug addict drama the Times called “spasmodically rewarding.” It closed in a month, but Pacino drew good reviews for his portrayal of “a lumbering, drug-sodden psychopath with the mind of a bully and the soul of a poet.” He got famous soon after, and since then has been the kind of bankable Hollywood star who can anchor a big money revival.)

And, of course, there's more! But this is really the best part—the jockstrap-wearing cop whose presence is not explained at all:

The infamous interrogation scene from the notorious 1980 thriller "Cruising" directed by William Friedkin and starring Al Pacino. Believe it or not, it was based off an actual interrogation technique.

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October 26, 2012 by W.M. Akers.
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​Courtesy Ugly Rhino. Credit: Michael Bernstein.

​Courtesy Ugly Rhino. Credit: Michael Bernstein.

In Gowanus, You Can Have Your Play & Drink It Too

​Courtesy Ugly Rhino. Credit: Michael Bernstein.

​Courtesy Ugly Rhino. Credit: Michael Bernstein.

Around the corner from the Astor Place Riot compound is the famous Brooklyn Lyceum, a performance space and onetime public baths which is currently the site of Ugly Rhino's Warehouse of Horrors: Gowanus '73—a boozy bit of Halloween theater which runs through November 1. We got Ugly Rhino managing director Bryce Norbitz on the phone this morning, to ask about Halloween, bathhouse raves, and the headaches that come with organizing a theater-party in a 10,000 square foot space.

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So tell me about Gowanus 73.

It's sort of a psuedo-interactive traveling theater piece. It's the entire Lyceum, the top floor, middle, bottom, it's enormous. I think it's a 10,000 square foot warehouse. Audiences follow a performer around the space and see different scenes. It's a little different each time. It kind of opens with a party atmosphere, and it always ends in a dance party.

The show is inspired by real life events at the Brooklyn Lyceum when it was Public Bath #7, as well as events in the general Gowanus area. There's a crooked cop and some mobsters and prostitutes. It's kind of a high camp investigation into a murder.

Fun!

It is fun! We've been selling out. People have a good time. It's very social. If you're not with your friends, you get to chat about what you saw and what they saw. A lot of people always wanna hang out and talk about their experiences after the show.

It sounds a little lighter than something like Sleep No More.

It's got a narrative. It's dialogue heavy. No, not dialogue heavy, but it is dialogue based. You're not directing yourself around the space. So it's a little different from Sleep No More in that fashion. It's more like seeing a play, while Sleep No More is more atmospheric. It's definitely lighter, and it has more of a Friday night out kind of vibe to it. 

People have bought tickets faster and more seriously to this show than anything we've done, because I think people are really hungry for this kind of interactive show. Even though it's not a scary show, there's suspense built up. There's a murder or two in the last scene, and everyone's watching to see what happens and when they do, we get a lot of screams and gasps.

What's tricky about organizing such a sprawling show?

You don't want the audience to see someone resetting something. You don't want to hear the same scene that you just saw. That is a little bit tricky, but there are times when it works to our advantage. That took a bit of time to figure out. 

It's a big timetable. It took like seven Excel documents to put this thing together. It's like a big map. It takes a lot of timing. If the actors get really heated in an improv, that's great, but if it's going on too long, that's where the difficulty comes in. How do we make sure that it's action-packed and keep everyone on schedule at the same time? 

Our actors are fantastic. They've done this kind of thing with us or with other people before. A lot of them are Ugly Rhino associate artists, and they're just so adaptable, and great at little things like improvising conversations with audience members. We've been able to, as the days go by, make it a more and more full experience.

Are you a big Halloween person?

No. But everyone else is! I don't think I've ever been to a haunted house in my adult live, and maybe as a kid twice, when I went into the corn maze and I cried and had to be taken out. I'm not a big Halloween person, but my two collaborators are very big on it. I know what scares me, so I know what scares other people. We wanted to put somethign together that wasn't like—Boo!—and someone pops out. Why not not spend your time having a real play, a real story? It's pretty historically accurate, or at least in a referential kind of way.

How did your research process work?

The current building owner we're very close with, and he's in touch with everyone that's alive who owned the building before him.  A lot of stories came down the line that way.  There's a window in the Lyceum, so that if you're in the street you can hop the fence and climb down to where the baths are. In the early '70s, kids would climb down there and have these huge parties. They called them raves, so we called them that too. This was before disco was a thing, so it was a pretty rowdy scene. 

We also heard these stories about these local murders, and though, what a perfect and true setting. A rave party in the early '70s where people may or may not be getting murdered? That's a perfect show, especially for Ugly Rhino, because everything we do has a party attached to it.

I'm trying to talk my girlfriend into coming next week. What should I tell her?

It's a great show for someone who doesn't want your typical haunted house experience, someone who wants to have their play and drink it too. Hey! I just thought of that! That's pretty good, right?

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October 25, 2012 by W.M. Akers.
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​David and Howard's conversation was much more cordial.

​David and Howard's conversation was much more cordial.

Arena Stage Likes to Share

​David and Howard's conversation was much more cordial.

​David and Howard's conversation was much more cordial.

Responding to Howard Sherman and David Dower's conversation last week about the lack of reporting on Arena Stage's involvement with Virginia Woolf, I wrote this for Bullett. 

The current revival of Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf opened on October 13th, the fiftieth anniversary of the show's Broadway debut, and has been greeted with the kind of praise usually reserved for Derek Jeter. Although credited as the brainchild of Chicago's Steppenwolf Theatre Company, where the production first appeared in 2010, the show was in fact a collaboration between the Chicago outfit and Washington, D.C.'s Arena Stage. 
Woolf played Arena in the spring, as part of an Edward Albee festival that marked the decades-old theater's first season in their new home, the stately Mead Center for American Theater. Certain thoughtful members of the New York theater scene have complained that, as far as credit for the production goes, Arena has gotten stiffed. To right that wrong, we at Bullett put in a call to Edgar Dobie, executive director at Arena Stage.
Tell me about this production's trip from Chicago, to D.C., to New York. How did it wind up at Arena Stage?
We produced Virginia Woolf as part of the Edward Albee festival, so for us it had a huge arc, and was a really important moment for the theater. Edward is one of those authors who's involved, and who has absolute right of approval around things like selection of director and casting. Some authors don't work that way. They write it and allow it to be interpreted whatever way you want. Albee was involved in approving Pam MacKinnon as a director, and he was here for rehearsals and saw the show several times.
Pam's dream cast was [Steppenwolf ensemble members] Tracy Letts and Amy Morton, so that led to reaching out to Martha Lavey and David Hawkanson, at Steppenwolf. We discovered they had wanted to do Albee's work, and that they just hadn't done it because they couldn't reconcile Edward Albee's way of needing to approve everything with their ensemble format. What we offered was a director, Pam MacKinnon, who they wanted to work with. The vision of the author and the director began to fit like a glove.
The play was very much carefully and lovingly produced at Steppenwolf, but the spark and the opportunity for it, from our perspective, originated here. We're happy to share it.

There's more. Much more! Check it out, fella. If you didn't see my rather rambly review of the production, now you can, using the Internet.

And if anybody else needs some reporting done, just tweet about it. I'm like a superhero who doesn't have any powers but knows how to make phone calls.​

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October 24, 2012 by W.M. Akers.
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Ask yourself, "What does this scene need?", and the answer probably won't be "blackface."

Ask yourself, "What does this scene need?", and the answer probably won't be "blackface."

Germany: Land Of Sensitivity

Ask yourself, "What does this scene need?", and the answer probably won't be "blackface."

Ask yourself, "What does this scene need?", and the answer probably won't be "blackface."

Playwright Bruce Norris worked quick this week to pull the plug on a German production of his Clybourne Park, which was planning on using a woman in blackface to portray one of the African American characters. Today, the Dramatists Guild published an open letter by Norris, explaining what happened when he learned about the German casting:

Disbelievingly, I contacted my agent who put me in touch with the management of Deutsches Theatre. Yes, they confirmed, it is true, we have cast a white ensemble member in this role, and we see no logical reason why we should cast an “Afro-German”. (If you are familiar with my play at all, the reasons are self-evident.) After much evasion, justification and rationalizing of their reasons, they finally informed me that the color of the actress’s skin would ultimately be irrelevant, since they intended to “experiment with makeup”. At this point, I retracted the rights to the production.
As it turns out, blackface has been and continues to be a widespread practice on the German stage. German actors of African descent are routinely passed over for roles explicitly designated for them in some of the largest theatres in the country. This is weakly defended as either a director’s prerogative or a matter of “artistic choice."

While this kind of thing makes American skin crawl, I wonder what's going on in the heads of these German producers. Do they think blackface is okay? Is it something they grew up with and never questioned? Do they see that kind of racism as an American problem, and not something to worry about in the cozy confines of Central Europe? Or are they uncomfortable with using blackface, but feel that a lack of black actors has forced them into it? 

(If that last is the answer, I suggest either looking harder or doing a different play. The Producers, for instance, has an all-white cast.)

Not being German, and not having the time to finish my International Theater Producer Telepathy Ray this afternoon, I can't answer those questions. But I can present, as corroborating evidence for the fact that Europeans are goddamned racist, this clip from The Black and White Minstrel Show, a bit of BBC light entertainment that ran from 1958 to 1978.

The very last episode broadcast on the 21st July 1978. Source is a Philips N1500VCR recording and very rare. This tape cost £17.50 for 45 minutes. Remember, that was a lot of money in 1978 and equivalent to £80 today!

That's a clip from the final episode, which aired when complaints about the blackface became overwhelming. (Oddly, they had tried to do a non-blackface version earlier in the decade, but it was so unpopular that they switched back immediately.) Again, this was 1978. Americans hadn't thought that kind of thing was okay for a long time—maybe since the '30s. So if a European ever gives you lip about racism in America, remember The Black and White Minstrel Show, and remember Clybourne Park. ​

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October 22, 2012 by W.M. Akers.
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​In the beginning, there are walls. 

​In the beginning, there are walls. 

At Atlantic, The Set Unfolds Like An Onion

​In the beginning, there are walls. 

​In the beginning, there are walls. 

At the critically-beloved Harper Regan, running at the Atlantic Theater Company through November 4th, the audience is greeted by a rather grim set. Three rows of steel walls fill the stage, each taller than the one before, closing down the space so claustrophibically that any audience member hoping for spectacle becomes nervous. It looks like a steel birthday cake, or something from the Global Guts vault. The first scene is tense, still, and crowded entirely in front of the first wall. As it ends, one wonders, "Where the hell do they go from here?"

And then Harper starts knocking down barriers. The front wall goes first, with a thud that makes the audience start. Soon, Mary McCann and her fellow actors are finding barstools hidden in the panels, producing sofas from nowhere, and finally inverting the entire back of the set to reveal a cramped English garden. In a play whose tone is icy, whose dialogue is off-putting, and whose characters hardly interact, Hauck's set is an unfolding wonder—a bit of magic in a show about men and women whose lives hold very little magic at all.

"It was quite a long design process," said Hauck in an interview this week. To bring Simon Stephens' ultra-lean play to life, she and director Gaye Taylor Upchurch had to deal with eleven scenes, nine locations, and stage directions that give no clue how the set is to look. Hauck and Upchurch started with a naturalistic, crowded set, but soon scaled it back until it was "very pared down and a little bit merciless," and "gave Harper nowhere to hide." Keeping Harper exposed helps McCann stay vulnerable, and gives her reason for her character's occasional lashing out.

"I think she loves knocking that stuff over," said Hauck. "It's incredibly exciting to me, when she shoves over walls and they become floors. I don't think anybody's expecting it."

As Hauck sees her, Harper Regan is "a person in free fall, a person searching for what to do next, a person completely alone and completely at a loss," who reacts to news of her father's sudden illness by fleeing her family to spend a few days in her hometown of Stockport. Though she goes to see her father, she arrives just after he dies. Visiting hours are over, and she doesn't even get to see his body. When she returns home, something has changed within her, but it's not clear what—a vagueness reflected in the garden that appears for the final scene, which Hauck called, "the moment of rleease and relief and payoff." 

"Those big doors open," she said, "and you finally get a breath of just the tiniest bit of growth."

​And just when you least expect it—a garden!

Though most of his stage directions were vague, Stephens labored over the description of what is on the breakfast table for Harper's last conversation with her husband—orange juice, fruit, a French press full of coffee. 

"To me, that scene needs to present hope," Hauck said. "The text of that scene is quite complicated, and it's nowhere near as clear as it appears to be. That juxtaposition came from Simon. What he really was hoping to see in that final scene was something organic. So against all of that steel, you have just the tiniest bit of green. It's a backyard, but it's not a hopeful backyard." 

Harper Regan is not a hopeful play, but it is occasionally beautiful. And nothing in it is quite so impressive as the ugly steel set that slowly unfolds to reveal a bit of green.

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October 19, 2012 by W.M. Akers.
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Virginia Woolf & The Case Against Subtlety

​At the Booth Theater on 45th Street, the good people of Steppenwolf are attempting something admirable. With fifty pounds of books, fifty quarts of prop booze, and over three hours of surly wordplay, they are doing their best to breathe life into hoary old Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? And if critical praise be your barometer, they have succeeded marvelously.

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Tracy Letts gives us an invigorated George—not a milquetoast who chooses this evening to lash out, but a master of ceremonies with menace to match his wife. And Amy Morton's Martha is low-key, more melancholy than the usual oversexed hyena. This Martha doesn't bray. She smirks.

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In Chicago, D.C. and now New York, Steppenwolf's production has won high praise for reversing the balance of power in theater's most famous co-dependent relationship. Show us Martha's vulnerability, and we understand her cruelty. Show us a George who fights back, and he'll win our sympathy, rather than just pity. Like a veggie BLT, Pam MacKinnon's Woolf is ham-free.

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But from the first minutes of Act I last night, this lavish new Woolf failed to grab me. Over the very long three hours that followed, my interest rose and flagged, and by the time I slouched out of the theater, I was forced to wonder if a subtle Woolf was too subtle for me. By tamping down the bray, MacKinnon lets Albee's language shine through. But without venom, George and Martha's searing monologues are just long speeches. The famous couple is fighting with dulled swords, landing blow after blow without drawing blood. 

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October 19, 2012 by W.M. Akers.
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​Keira Knightley can't believe she's in a play with Ellen Burstyn!

​Keira Knightley can't believe she's in a play with Ellen Burstyn!

Thank God! Ellen Burstyn to Picnic In New York

Roundabout has just announced a revival of William Inges' Pulitzer-winning Picnic, a 1953 tragedy which hasn't been seen on Broadway since 1994. Previews start December 14, and the play opens on January 13th. Playing Helen will be Ellen Burstyn, the revered stage and screen actress last seen exercising her foulmouthed side on USA's abominable Political Animals. 

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As bad as that show was, Burstyn is far from abominable. I interviewed her in London last year for Bullett Magazine—them folks for whoms I've been blogging—about her part in Lillian Hellman's The Children's Hour, which she appeared in alongside Keira Knightley and Elisabeth Moss. I happen to dislike Lillian Hellman's tedious melodrama almost as much as Political Animals, but that West End production was enlivened by strong performances, of which Burstyn's was the best.

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Besides being a nifty actress, she is a nifty lady, and we discussed Darren Aronofsky, the wonderfulness that is New York City, and why it's important that actors play volleyball together. 

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Because Bullett has, foolishly, reworked their website so that the old article does not appear, I'll take the opportunity to reissue the interview. Truly, without the following 1,400 words, the Internet would be a cesspit.

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October 18, 2012 by W.M. Akers.
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