Vivid violence, full frontal female and male nudity, constant profanity. Live. Not a movie. Thus comes the in-your-face reputation of Killer Joe by Tracy Letts, his first produced play, from 1993. This is the guy who gave us Bug three years later and who was given a Pulitzer for his August: Osage County in 2007, the least aggressive of those three.
barebones productions puts this to us. Like any other of barebones’ shows you can expect exceptional acting, great directing and an impressive, realistic set. This item has the added attraction of local, famed rocker Joe Grushecky singing and guitaring intermittent bluesy items to add to the color. He sounds just fine.
This comes on the kicking heels of a bb production of Bug back in 2007 right upstairs of all the Forbes Ave. heavy traffic, youthful saunter and slouch of Pitt U-ville. And here again Letts hits on white trash. You may have read or heard about Letts’ aim to depict people struggling with moral and spiritual questions, saying he was inspired by the work of Tennessee Williams and William Faulkner. Right. Uh-huh. But both of those writers find compassion and tenderness among lost souls. Letts ain’t into that scene here.
Full-time loser Chris, his stepmother Sharla and his dad Ansel come up with a scheme to kill off Chris’ estranged and nasty mom so that his sister Dotty can collect on the life insurance and they can split the proceeds. To do that they hire detective Joe Cooper whose part-time job is contract killing. He lusts for innocent and temporarily virginal Dotty. You witness sleazy, greedy, nasty people scheme and stumble, turn slimy and vicious. I suppose, after the ultimately violent goings-on, feeling you have to justify your admiration for how well the whole thing comes off, you may wonder what’s the fucking point? How about the old playing- with- fire bit? That’ll work OK. But of course, none of us can identify with such Texas low-life as this. So consider yourself at some kind of zoo, circus, freak show.
Given those parameters, admire especially Point Park U Junior Hayley Nielsen’s perfect take on Dotty and Patrick Jordan’s approach to playing against the obvious darkness which inhabits Joe’s soul, subtly menacing, like a gun in the pocket rather than on the table. Lissa Brennan and John Gresh always look and sound right too as Sharla and Ansel but John Steffenauer’s take on Chris doesn’t have as much definition.
This has often been called a dark comedy. Surely it has the potential to be funnier than this, given that Chris, Dotty and Ansel don't have full houses upstairs. But it can work well without provoking laughs. And it does work. Who can tell for sure just why director Kim Martin decided to stay straight and narrow? Who cares? Clearly she got it all together, pacing-wise, truth-wise. And Randy Kovitz’ astonishing fight staging certainly adds to the reality.
This play has been praised all over world maps. Beats the hell out of me why. Sure, you can appreciate how much the performers make out of it with all that visceral action grabbing you. Too bad you can’t care about the characters. Too bad it says so little. Although not an action movie, it comes close, even as it comes so close that you can smell the sweat. Wipe the popcorn grease off your hands.
Killer Joe continues through July 10th at the New Hazlett Theater, Allegheny Square East
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Friday, June 25, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Theatre Review: "Miss Saigon" from Pittsburgh CLO-Sunday 13th June 2010
Miss Saigon has returned to the Pittsburgh CLO stage. The cast sings with plenty of strength, even beauty…..when possible… and the orchestra, led by Tom Helm, plays superbly. What a shame that they do so in the service of so many shoddy songs. Yeah, I know. This audience-magnet has drawn in hordes since first hitting London in 1989, stunning Brits for 10 years with an equally running smash in New York starting in 1991. But people often want to be there for something famous just due to the fame, not the quality. Well, this could make them think it’s major, knocking them dead almost from the get go with heavy-handed songs.
Remember that this is another epic by the guys who already who created The Miserable Ones in 1980, composer Claude-Michel Schönberg and lyricist Alain Boublil. Both shows come cast from the same mold: heavy drama, a large cast, an emphasis on special effects and, musically, pretentious attempts as something like opera but lacking imagination and originality.
You may have heard that Miss Saigon is based on Luigi Illica and Giuseppe Giacosa’s libretto for Puccini’s Madama Butterfly. True. And Boublil and Schöenberg’s transformation has potential, updating it all to Saigon and nearby over a three-year period involving an American Marine, Chris, (the Pinkerton role) a Vietnamese bar girl Kim (i.e Butterfly) and mixed race wheeler-dealer The Engineer (marriage broker, Goro.) Plus it’s also got a cute little kid.
The action comes across looking dramatic and colorful. Director Barry Ivan and scenic designer Michael Anania make that work really well. The first act in particular stays dynamic and lively. Except….someone transposed the big physical moment from the first act to the second. The helicopter bit. So, audiences could feel that something crucial is missing, a famed highlight of Miss Saigon. Instead it turns up as an odd flashback in the second act. No harm done, really. Maybe it’s been relocated to make up for major absences in the second act: good songs.
This, remember, is a sung-through musical. Too bad that so little is spoken. Some recitatives could stand replacement. Nonetheless the first act has a few appealing songs. And, every so often, orchestrator William D. Brohn inserts good Asiatic color, even as did Puccini. But by the time that act ends, the singing has become standard, obvious selling in which feelings are expressed by being loud and holding lots of notes. Don’t blame the cast. This is their job.
As for that cast, as Kim, Ma-Anne Dionisio stands out with a wonderful voice, heard to best advantage early on before she has to do the pushy stuff. Kevin Gray plays The Engineer, a role which, by now, he sort of owns. The further into the show he got on opening night, the more his interpretation became overdone. Sure, everybody around him was singing their guts out, but he’s done the role often enough, he should have been able to hold his own and not be influenced by so much else going over the top.
Giacomo must be writhing in his coffin.
Miss Saigon continues through Sunday, June 20th at Benedum Center, downtown. Tickets at 412/456-6666 or the Box Office at Theater Square. Or pittsburghclo.org
Remember that this is another epic by the guys who already who created The Miserable Ones in 1980, composer Claude-Michel Schönberg and lyricist Alain Boublil. Both shows come cast from the same mold: heavy drama, a large cast, an emphasis on special effects and, musically, pretentious attempts as something like opera but lacking imagination and originality.
You may have heard that Miss Saigon is based on Luigi Illica and Giuseppe Giacosa’s libretto for Puccini’s Madama Butterfly. True. And Boublil and Schöenberg’s transformation has potential, updating it all to Saigon and nearby over a three-year period involving an American Marine, Chris, (the Pinkerton role) a Vietnamese bar girl Kim (i.e Butterfly) and mixed race wheeler-dealer The Engineer (marriage broker, Goro.) Plus it’s also got a cute little kid.
The action comes across looking dramatic and colorful. Director Barry Ivan and scenic designer Michael Anania make that work really well. The first act in particular stays dynamic and lively. Except….someone transposed the big physical moment from the first act to the second. The helicopter bit. So, audiences could feel that something crucial is missing, a famed highlight of Miss Saigon. Instead it turns up as an odd flashback in the second act. No harm done, really. Maybe it’s been relocated to make up for major absences in the second act: good songs.
This, remember, is a sung-through musical. Too bad that so little is spoken. Some recitatives could stand replacement. Nonetheless the first act has a few appealing songs. And, every so often, orchestrator William D. Brohn inserts good Asiatic color, even as did Puccini. But by the time that act ends, the singing has become standard, obvious selling in which feelings are expressed by being loud and holding lots of notes. Don’t blame the cast. This is their job.
As for that cast, as Kim, Ma-Anne Dionisio stands out with a wonderful voice, heard to best advantage early on before she has to do the pushy stuff. Kevin Gray plays The Engineer, a role which, by now, he sort of owns. The further into the show he got on opening night, the more his interpretation became overdone. Sure, everybody around him was singing their guts out, but he’s done the role often enough, he should have been able to hold his own and not be influenced by so much else going over the top.
Giacomo must be writhing in his coffin.
Miss Saigon continues through Sunday, June 20th at Benedum Center, downtown. Tickets at 412/456-6666 or the Box Office at Theater Square. Or pittsburghclo.org
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Theatre Review: "Celebrity Autobiogrpahy" at City Theatre-Sunday 6th June 2010
Just opened at City Theatre is Celebrity Autobiography. This is a Pittsburgh version of an ongoing Off-Broadway hit. The hilarious experience here consists of many different, talented and versatile nationally and locally well-known performers interpreting parts of autobiographies written by …duh…. celebrities. If that sounds obvious, never let it be said that what’s read aloud sounds subtle, insightful and thought-provoking. Nor, evidently, is it intended to be funny, even if it comes across as a non-stop hoot. Rather the people who wrote this stuff take it seriously as they do the minutiae of their daily lives, their interactions with other famous people and their always remarkable belief that the ins and outs of their sexual connections come loaded with fascination. i.e This is for an adult audience.
At the opening yesterday the cast consisted of Pittsburgh’s Robin Abramson, Michael Fuller and Patrick Jordan plus visiting Annie Golden, John Marshall Jones, Lee Merriwether, plus two of the people behind the concept: Eugene Pack and Dayle Reyfel. Among the celebrities whose brainless candor assisted in their own sendups were Loni Anderson, David Cassidy, Kenny Loggins, Joan London, Burt Reynolds, Sylvester Stallone, Suzanne Summers, Ivana Trump, Vanna White and Tiger Woods, plus Eddie Fisher, Debbie Reynolds and Elizabeth Taylor cross-referencing each other. Appropriately, the intimate Lester Hamburg Studio Theater makes this thigh-slapper up close and personal. Tony Ferrieri’s design turns it into a kind of club, so there are tables and chairs to which drinks from the bar are permitted. This show will vary in whose actual words get used, from over 300 such books and the casts will also alternate during the open-ended run.
There is no break in this 90 minute laugh fest. So, if you want to go, go soon and go often.
Celebrity Autobiography is at City Theatre on Pittsburgh’s South Side
Tickets at 412.431.CITY (2489) or CityTheatreCompany.org.
At the opening yesterday the cast consisted of Pittsburgh’s Robin Abramson, Michael Fuller and Patrick Jordan plus visiting Annie Golden, John Marshall Jones, Lee Merriwether, plus two of the people behind the concept: Eugene Pack and Dayle Reyfel. Among the celebrities whose brainless candor assisted in their own sendups were Loni Anderson, David Cassidy, Kenny Loggins, Joan London, Burt Reynolds, Sylvester Stallone, Suzanne Summers, Ivana Trump, Vanna White and Tiger Woods, plus Eddie Fisher, Debbie Reynolds and Elizabeth Taylor cross-referencing each other. Appropriately, the intimate Lester Hamburg Studio Theater makes this thigh-slapper up close and personal. Tony Ferrieri’s design turns it into a kind of club, so there are tables and chairs to which drinks from the bar are permitted. This show will vary in whose actual words get used, from over 300 such books and the casts will also alternate during the open-ended run.
There is no break in this 90 minute laugh fest. So, if you want to go, go soon and go often.
Celebrity Autobiography is at City Theatre on Pittsburgh’s South Side
Tickets at 412.431.CITY (2489) or CityTheatreCompany.org.
Theatre Review: "Art" at Pittsburgh Public Theater-Sunday 6th June 2010
Yasmina Reza’ s 1994 play Art has become known and admired world-wide. But it had never been presented before now by Pittsburgh Public Theater. As directed by Ted Pappas and played expertly, the script’s wit and fascination come across with vitality and style.
Pappas has found ways to create visual and verbal analogies to the art around which the play evolves. An abstract painting. He zips in and out of fragmented scenes, when the characters take only a few seconds to ruminate. This keeps the pace swift. Impressions of what’s happening then seem believably spontaneous. They also equal the characters’ uncontrolled, unpremeditated communications which prompt unforeseen reactions. Even as the fundamental three letter title of the play, Anne Mundell’s set echoes the seeming simplicity of the painting. It baldly frames the characters rather than diverting your attention to marginal details. Meanwhile Pappas and his cast make 90 minutes race ahead, as if nearly out of control, even as the men in the play lose control. And yet the painting’s elemental nature could suggest the artist’s unflinching control.
If you don’t know the play already, you need to know that it thrives on conversation. In Art long-time friends Marc and Serge are articulate, cultivated men. Serge reveals new- found delight in the costly painting. Marc calls the work crap. Not that word really. A different word is used, as are many other similar profanities when these men speak in anger. They clash not only about their differences of perception but also about their relationships…which start to unravel. They extrapolate about each other’s values and personalities, choosing their words not at all carefully. Their less intellectual friend Yvan is drawn into this semantic whirlpool against his will. Soon everything all three say and do spirals out of control.
In Thursday’s performance anger and emotion took hold more often that potentially argumentative reason, and after a while, it sounded too much like one-dimensional shouting, even if believable. Harry Bouvy stands out most as Yvan. In fact, you may remember another impressive performance by him. He had a leading role in The Clockmaker at City Theatre in February, likewise as a vulnerable innocent, the clockmaker himself. As for the rest of the cast, Darren Elliker always makes Serge genuine including showing his pride and joy in his acquisition and as Marc, Rob Breckenridge plays the man’s supercilious nature especially well.
I suppose you could ask if there is deep meaning and significant symbolism in the play. Given that the painting can be seen and interpreted from various angles, I’m certain that, if you want to ponder it, you can come up with something potentially profound. I haven’t yet. But I don’t feel that it’s necessary. With or without such analysis, it remains good, intelligent, lively theatre.
Art continues through June 27th at Pittsburgh Public Theater, on Penn Avenue, downtown. 412-316-1600 www.ppt.org
Pappas has found ways to create visual and verbal analogies to the art around which the play evolves. An abstract painting. He zips in and out of fragmented scenes, when the characters take only a few seconds to ruminate. This keeps the pace swift. Impressions of what’s happening then seem believably spontaneous. They also equal the characters’ uncontrolled, unpremeditated communications which prompt unforeseen reactions. Even as the fundamental three letter title of the play, Anne Mundell’s set echoes the seeming simplicity of the painting. It baldly frames the characters rather than diverting your attention to marginal details. Meanwhile Pappas and his cast make 90 minutes race ahead, as if nearly out of control, even as the men in the play lose control. And yet the painting’s elemental nature could suggest the artist’s unflinching control.
If you don’t know the play already, you need to know that it thrives on conversation. In Art long-time friends Marc and Serge are articulate, cultivated men. Serge reveals new- found delight in the costly painting. Marc calls the work crap. Not that word really. A different word is used, as are many other similar profanities when these men speak in anger. They clash not only about their differences of perception but also about their relationships…which start to unravel. They extrapolate about each other’s values and personalities, choosing their words not at all carefully. Their less intellectual friend Yvan is drawn into this semantic whirlpool against his will. Soon everything all three say and do spirals out of control.
In Thursday’s performance anger and emotion took hold more often that potentially argumentative reason, and after a while, it sounded too much like one-dimensional shouting, even if believable. Harry Bouvy stands out most as Yvan. In fact, you may remember another impressive performance by him. He had a leading role in The Clockmaker at City Theatre in February, likewise as a vulnerable innocent, the clockmaker himself. As for the rest of the cast, Darren Elliker always makes Serge genuine including showing his pride and joy in his acquisition and as Marc, Rob Breckenridge plays the man’s supercilious nature especially well.
I suppose you could ask if there is deep meaning and significant symbolism in the play. Given that the painting can be seen and interpreted from various angles, I’m certain that, if you want to ponder it, you can come up with something potentially profound. I haven’t yet. But I don’t feel that it’s necessary. With or without such analysis, it remains good, intelligent, lively theatre.
Art continues through June 27th at Pittsburgh Public Theater, on Penn Avenue, downtown. 412-316-1600 www.ppt.org
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Review: "Confluence of Dreaming" at Pittsburgh Playhouse Rep-30 May 2010
There’s a world premiere from The Rep at Pittsburgh Playhouse. It’s called Confluence of Dreaming and it’s by Tammy Ryan who also wrote FBI Girl which premiered there in 2007. She also lives here and her plays have been produced all over the country. She’s crafted a sometimes clever script which gets superbly performed and which John Amplas has directed with imagination and a great sense of physical comedy. The hilarious and ultimately touching second act compensates for weaker elements in the writing and the conception.
The most original aspect of the play concerns on-line chat rooms and the contrast between sexual fantasies and attempts to follow them through in real life. Ryan gets good comic mileage out of on-line connected simulated sex and the subsequent connection of real people whose fingers are no longer typing out words but instead groping body parts. Ryan also comes up with a good and touching closing scene, which, although, not far removed from soap opera, contains sweet surprises.
In Confluence of Dreaming the focus is mostly on Carol, a wife and mother who feels as if life is passing her by in a suburban middle class marriage. She, her husband Peter and their 17 year old daughter Morgan have only one computer, moreover with only a dial-up line, this being 2001. When Carol can, she visits a chat room where she encounters Ted. Eventually they meet in person.
Ryan’s examination of the marriage and the relationship with young Morgan doesn’t look particularly original or insightful. And, throughout too much of the script Ryan evokes symbolisms from The Wizard of Oz, a now-clichéd device, one she really doesn’t need.
You have to admire the actors giving so much believable definition to the characters. In particular Sam Turich’s portrayal of Ted comes across superbly rich in nuance. He plays a simple-minded fool to perfection. As Carol, Bridget Connors remains touchingly vulnerable in her sincere confusion. Robert Turano’s version of the husband Peter, makes stereotypical laconic responses seem as if coming from a real person, He never pushes the obvious. And Point Park senior Connie Costanzo always stays convincing as the young daughter Morgan.
Meanwhile director Amplas, aided by scenic designer Stephanie Meyer-Staley and lighting designer Andrew David Ostrowski give the entire production a constantly fascinating look and flow. Plus Amplas, along with Turich and Connors, have made the second act sex scene wildly funny. Everyone on stage and behind it makes the script look and sound like it says more than it really does.
Confluence of Dreaming continues through June 13th in Pittsburgh Playhouse’s Studio Theater, Oakland. Info and tickets: 412/621-4445 www.pittsburghplayhouse.com
The most original aspect of the play concerns on-line chat rooms and the contrast between sexual fantasies and attempts to follow them through in real life. Ryan gets good comic mileage out of on-line connected simulated sex and the subsequent connection of real people whose fingers are no longer typing out words but instead groping body parts. Ryan also comes up with a good and touching closing scene, which, although, not far removed from soap opera, contains sweet surprises.
In Confluence of Dreaming the focus is mostly on Carol, a wife and mother who feels as if life is passing her by in a suburban middle class marriage. She, her husband Peter and their 17 year old daughter Morgan have only one computer, moreover with only a dial-up line, this being 2001. When Carol can, she visits a chat room where she encounters Ted. Eventually they meet in person.
Ryan’s examination of the marriage and the relationship with young Morgan doesn’t look particularly original or insightful. And, throughout too much of the script Ryan evokes symbolisms from The Wizard of Oz, a now-clichéd device, one she really doesn’t need.
You have to admire the actors giving so much believable definition to the characters. In particular Sam Turich’s portrayal of Ted comes across superbly rich in nuance. He plays a simple-minded fool to perfection. As Carol, Bridget Connors remains touchingly vulnerable in her sincere confusion. Robert Turano’s version of the husband Peter, makes stereotypical laconic responses seem as if coming from a real person, He never pushes the obvious. And Point Park senior Connie Costanzo always stays convincing as the young daughter Morgan.
Meanwhile director Amplas, aided by scenic designer Stephanie Meyer-Staley and lighting designer Andrew David Ostrowski give the entire production a constantly fascinating look and flow. Plus Amplas, along with Turich and Connors, have made the second act sex scene wildly funny. Everyone on stage and behind it makes the script look and sound like it says more than it really does.
Confluence of Dreaming continues through June 13th in Pittsburgh Playhouse’s Studio Theater, Oakland. Info and tickets: 412/621-4445 www.pittsburghplayhouse.com
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Theatre review: "The Blonde, The Brunette and The Vengeful Redhead" @ City Theatre Sunday 16 May 2010
The title for the current production at City Theatre is The Blonde, the Brunette and the Vengeful Redhead. For some of us that could suggest a lightweight comedy and, since it is a one-woman show, it could mean something bordering on stand-up comedy. Moreover many one-person shows turn out to be not very dramatic, even if charming with a lot of attention given to how that person can pull off everything convincingly, making it look effortless. However this play and the performances by Michele Pawk emerge as a remarkable and impressive theatrical experience on every level.
The script by Robert Hewett comes full of major substance and invention, engaging you not only in how it develops, or in its emotional effect, but also in stimulating you to fill in implied elements of the story. Think of it as a first-rate invention heightened by amusing and sometimes eloquent writing. Certainly Michele Pawk leaves a stunning impression of versatility and talent. But foremost she and director Lou Jacob make the best of the script. She interprets seven characters. And she does that so well that you are bound to think of the characters as separate, distinct individuals, rather than as an actress changing wigs and costumes. Director Jacob must be credited for bringing out, shaping and emphasizing the best of Hewett’s words and ideas through Pawk’s interpretations.
In the ingenious script, all the characters consecutively connect to each other. The details of the story become gradually revealed, as if you are encouraged to use your imagination to figure out what is not being said or how unseen persons are related to what has been happening. Red-headed Rhonda’s husband Graham abruptly informs her that he is moving out. Her brunette friend and neighbor Lynette tells her that she has seen Graham with a blonde. Graham visits Dr. Alex Ducette, a lesbian who, with her partner, have a son, Matthew. Pawk plays each of the roles as well as Tanya, the blonde and Mrs. Carlyle who lives next door to Alex and Matthew.
In The Blonde, the Brunette and the Vengeful Redhead a tragic event is the focus of what these characters tell to anyone who will listen, in this case the audience. This inventively suggests the multi-dimensional views of the same story, somewhat like Rashomon. But it has goes further than simple story-telling to reveal more about these people, including Lynette’s shallowness and Graham’s vulgarity. By the way, in case you need to know it, Graham’s language is full of profanity. There is also a graphic description of how someone’s head has been cracked open. And, tellingly, note in the final episode scenic designer Tony Ferrieri’s insertion of a floor mop bucket with a warning on it.
Pawk superbly makes each of the characters distinct, so much so that, justifiably, you think not about what she’s doing but about these people. Don’t look for and think about this as a tour de force, think of it as extraordinary theatre brought off by two exceptional interpreters, Pawk with director Jacob plus one fine writer, Robert Hewett.
The Blonde, the Brunette and the Vengeful Redhead continues through May 30th at City Theatre, 1300 Bingham Street, South Side 412/ 431 CITY (2489). ww.citytheatrecompany.org
The script by Robert Hewett comes full of major substance and invention, engaging you not only in how it develops, or in its emotional effect, but also in stimulating you to fill in implied elements of the story. Think of it as a first-rate invention heightened by amusing and sometimes eloquent writing. Certainly Michele Pawk leaves a stunning impression of versatility and talent. But foremost she and director Lou Jacob make the best of the script. She interprets seven characters. And she does that so well that you are bound to think of the characters as separate, distinct individuals, rather than as an actress changing wigs and costumes. Director Jacob must be credited for bringing out, shaping and emphasizing the best of Hewett’s words and ideas through Pawk’s interpretations.
In the ingenious script, all the characters consecutively connect to each other. The details of the story become gradually revealed, as if you are encouraged to use your imagination to figure out what is not being said or how unseen persons are related to what has been happening. Red-headed Rhonda’s husband Graham abruptly informs her that he is moving out. Her brunette friend and neighbor Lynette tells her that she has seen Graham with a blonde. Graham visits Dr. Alex Ducette, a lesbian who, with her partner, have a son, Matthew. Pawk plays each of the roles as well as Tanya, the blonde and Mrs. Carlyle who lives next door to Alex and Matthew.
In The Blonde, the Brunette and the Vengeful Redhead a tragic event is the focus of what these characters tell to anyone who will listen, in this case the audience. This inventively suggests the multi-dimensional views of the same story, somewhat like Rashomon. But it has goes further than simple story-telling to reveal more about these people, including Lynette’s shallowness and Graham’s vulgarity. By the way, in case you need to know it, Graham’s language is full of profanity. There is also a graphic description of how someone’s head has been cracked open. And, tellingly, note in the final episode scenic designer Tony Ferrieri’s insertion of a floor mop bucket with a warning on it.
Pawk superbly makes each of the characters distinct, so much so that, justifiably, you think not about what she’s doing but about these people. Don’t look for and think about this as a tour de force, think of it as extraordinary theatre brought off by two exceptional interpreters, Pawk with director Jacob plus one fine writer, Robert Hewett.
The Blonde, the Brunette and the Vengeful Redhead continues through May 30th at City Theatre, 1300 Bingham Street, South Side 412/ 431 CITY (2489). ww.citytheatrecompany.org
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Theatre review: "Jitney" at Pittsburgh Playwrights-Sunday 16 May 2010
Pittsburgh Playwrights Theatre Company has August Wilson’s Jitney vigorously and convincingly up and running. As usual, director Mark Clayton Southers knows how to bring forth truth and substance from his performers and in his craft as a set designer.
Wilson completed this in 1982. It is the eighth in his Pittsburgh Cycle, set in a worn-down Hill District jitney/gypsy cab station in 1977. It comes loaded with talk from colorful, distinctive characters, bantering, arguing and trying to work out their personal differences. It doesn’t really focus on the cultural or historical significance of the car service itself but rather remains a vehicle for looking at and into the men who work there. Wilson has devised his characters well; they behave unpredictably, humanly.
In the more than 2 and ½ hours, the conversations often circle around and around without going anywhere special, or making any significant points. In addition to a couple of somewhat revealing monologues, two major personal relationships get much attention in two long soap-opera-like scenes which seem more basic than compelling. It looks as if Wilson was trying to tell audiences that loving and stressful relationships among black families are no different than those among white people. In fact, racism here takes a back seat, with Wilson even making a good point when one character tells another to take responsibility for his own life and not blame white men. Yet, although tensions occasionally heat up, nothing powerful or strongly dramatic occurs.
Some of Wilson’s dialogue sounds well-written and expressive but the cast doesn't get the best out of it. The actors usually drop the ends of sentences, losing meaningful emphases, even if you could argue that this is a legitimate speech pattern for this culture. Southers should have done something about that.
An older man, Becker, runs the car service. His drivers include other older men, the constantly gossipy Tumbo and the heavy drinking Fielding. Another driver is youthful, volatile Youngblood. One major theme concerns Youngblood’s relationship with Rena, with whom he lives. Another is the reappearance of Becker’s son Booster, just returned from prison.
Former Pittsburgh City Councilman Sala Udin plays Becker. Despite his extensive experience as an actor, he doesn’t come across with a consistent, inner sense of specific character. Jonathan Berry, on the other hand, surges with vitality and personality as Booster. Joshua Elijah Reese makes Youngblood very real and sympathetic while Wali Jamal adds convincing solidity to another driver, Doub. Tumbo and Fielding are played by Les Howard and Lonzo Green; they also make those men genuine.
Most of the other performing, even in smaller roles, remains convincing and sincere, another indication that director Southers continues to do right by August Wilson.
Jitney continues through May 30th at Pittsburgh Playwrights Theatre, downtown at Penn and Sixth Avenues. 412/394-3353 www.pghplaywrights.com
Wilson completed this in 1982. It is the eighth in his Pittsburgh Cycle, set in a worn-down Hill District jitney/gypsy cab station in 1977. It comes loaded with talk from colorful, distinctive characters, bantering, arguing and trying to work out their personal differences. It doesn’t really focus on the cultural or historical significance of the car service itself but rather remains a vehicle for looking at and into the men who work there. Wilson has devised his characters well; they behave unpredictably, humanly.
In the more than 2 and ½ hours, the conversations often circle around and around without going anywhere special, or making any significant points. In addition to a couple of somewhat revealing monologues, two major personal relationships get much attention in two long soap-opera-like scenes which seem more basic than compelling. It looks as if Wilson was trying to tell audiences that loving and stressful relationships among black families are no different than those among white people. In fact, racism here takes a back seat, with Wilson even making a good point when one character tells another to take responsibility for his own life and not blame white men. Yet, although tensions occasionally heat up, nothing powerful or strongly dramatic occurs.
Some of Wilson’s dialogue sounds well-written and expressive but the cast doesn't get the best out of it. The actors usually drop the ends of sentences, losing meaningful emphases, even if you could argue that this is a legitimate speech pattern for this culture. Southers should have done something about that.
An older man, Becker, runs the car service. His drivers include other older men, the constantly gossipy Tumbo and the heavy drinking Fielding. Another driver is youthful, volatile Youngblood. One major theme concerns Youngblood’s relationship with Rena, with whom he lives. Another is the reappearance of Becker’s son Booster, just returned from prison.
Former Pittsburgh City Councilman Sala Udin plays Becker. Despite his extensive experience as an actor, he doesn’t come across with a consistent, inner sense of specific character. Jonathan Berry, on the other hand, surges with vitality and personality as Booster. Joshua Elijah Reese makes Youngblood very real and sympathetic while Wali Jamal adds convincing solidity to another driver, Doub. Tumbo and Fielding are played by Les Howard and Lonzo Green; they also make those men genuine.
Most of the other performing, even in smaller roles, remains convincing and sincere, another indication that director Southers continues to do right by August Wilson.
Jitney continues through May 30th at Pittsburgh Playwrights Theatre, downtown at Penn and Sixth Avenues. 412/394-3353 www.pghplaywrights.com
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