Weekend Theater Reviews
ALL ABOUT WALKEN So these eight Christopher Walken impersonators glide onstage, strutting and yowling and wearing bad wigs. Most are decent Walkens, and the best have mastered the piranha stare and elastic enunciation that snaps the ends of syllables like rubber bands. As the octet Michael Bayouth, Lily Holleman, Amy Kelly, Kanzo Lee, Patrick OSullivan, Tara Prince, Brennan Vetter and Troy Vincent shapeshift through a dozen familiar Great Moments in Walken (much of which involve violence or the threat of it), its clear that Walken, like Elvis, is easy to imitate but hard to top (though Holleman and Bayouth come close). Walkens gleeful insanity is realized when director OSullivan challenges his band of Walkens to new Walken frontiers an all-Walken Wizard of Oz , a loopy feminine spray commercial, a Q&A called Talking to Walken, and a threatening karaoke cover of These Boots Were Made for... By the time the Walkens have killed each other off only to rise as zombies and to groove through a gangly version of Thriller, my ribs hurt so bad, I felt like Id been mano a mano with Vincenzo Coccotti. PAUL GLEASON THEATER, 6520 Hollywood Blvd., Hlywd.; Mon., 8 p.m.; thru March 12. (310) 663-4050. (Amy Nicholson)
THE GOOD STENO is a promising yet disappointing tale about sexual exploitation and harassment in the garment district of 1946 Manhattan. In the holding cell of a police station, we meet Gloria (Noelle Arzillo), who is being interrogated by a detective (Michael Oberlander). An engaging, spirited 16-year old, Gloria tells of how she dreamed of better things and took a job as a stenographer at a swimsuit manufacturer owned by the unscrupulous duo of Jack (Louis Giambalvo) and Morty (co-writer and director Paul Ben-Victor). Jack constantly made passes at her, while the bombastic and often humorous Morty pimped out his models to his buyers. Ultimately, Glorias outrage over her male bosses conduct becomes the catalyst in a desperate and violent act of defiance that concludes the play. Co-writers Leah Kornfeld Friedman and Ben-Victor utilize a collage of flashbacks to tell this story, but the format is poorly constructed and often confusing, a fault accented by a meandering script. The production features a few musical and dance arrangements that lack polish. Ben-Victor gives the standout performance in a good cast. THE HAYWORTH, 2509 Wilshire Blvd., L.A.; Fri.-Sun., 8 p.m.; thru March 25. (800) 838-3006. (Lovell Estell III)
LADYBIRD Set to a Russian hip-hop beat, the U.S. premiere of Vassily Sigarevs exploration of disaffected post-communist youth looks like Trainspotting without the heroin. In an apartment complex aptly named Dead and Alive, Dima (Patrick Mapel) and Slavik (York Griffith) live hand to mouth by stealing metal grave markers from the neighborhood cemetery and selling them for scrap on the black market. Complicating this placid existence is Dimas alcoholic father (Jeff Perry), who spends most of the play passed out in the adjoining room. The arrival of neighbor Lera (Sarah Utterback) and her Lolita-esque cousin, Yulka (Jennifer Sydney), to see Dima off to the war in Chechnya turns an already tense situation into a Molotov cocktail of desperation and regret. Richard Hoovers garage-sale set design establishes an appropriately bleak tone, while Yasen Peyankovs adaptation makes the gritty realism palpable. His directions, however, too often substitute rage for intensity. Perry gives the most nuanced and interesting performance, making me wish that his character had more stage time. While similar in theme to Sigarevs previous play, this latest offering lacks the emotional heart of Black Milk . Rushforth Productions at THE BOOTLEG THEATRE, 2220 Beverly Blvd., L.A.; Thurs.-Sat., 8 p.m.; thru March 17. (323) 769-5245. (Mayank Keshaviah)
LEVIATHAN 99 Ray Bradburys streamlined retelling of Moby-Dick is set on an outer-space research vessel in the year 2099. With distant galaxies in his eyes, the youthful Ishmael (David Mauer) signs on as a crew member for the spaceship Cetus 7, as does his newfound friend, Quell (Patrick Skelton), a green-skinned alien with the ability to read minds. The mission starts off with promise, but the crew grows increasingly frustrated with their mysterious leader, who refuses to leave his cabin. When the Captain (Michael Prichard) finally emerges and addresses the crew, its clear that nothing good will come from his obsession with the white hot comet that blinded him many years ago. Under Alan Neal Hubbs direction, the opening-night performance was rocky. Many of the lighting cues were a few seconds late, leaving actors speaking dialogue in the dark. More noticeably, Prichard, who stepped into the role of the Captain with one weeks notice, occasionally struggled with his lines. Nevertheless, Skelton brings a sense of dignity to the role of the alien outsider, and Mauer is fine as the idealistic Ishmael. David Gunns moody original score complements the play, but the same cannot be said of John Edward Blankenchips bland all-silver set and unimaginative costumes. Pandemonium Theater Company at the FREMONT CENTER THEATER, 1000 Fremont Ave., S. Pasadena; Fri.-Sat., 8 p.m.; Sun., 3 p.m.; thru March 4. (323) 960-4451. (Sandra Ross)
LIFE IS A DREAM What a beautiful play, and this world premiere of Nilo Cruzs translation of Pedro Calderón de la Barcas 1635 masterpiece the glory of Spanish classical theater flows as languidly and smoothly as a good wine, considering the ornate and baroque richness of the source material. Polish King Basilio (John de Lancie) imprisons his son, Segismundo (Daniel Breaker) rightful heir to the throne in a cave, because of an Oedipal prophecy that the child would seize power and unleash evil in the land by first stepping on his fathers white beard. One day, Basilio tests fate. Among the plays first actions, Basilio chooses to release his now grown son while the king plans to slip away in disguise (echoes of Measure for Measure). However, Basilio will protect the kingdom, allowing for the possibility of sending the prince back in shackles, by drugging him so that, when he awakens in the palace, he wont be able to clearly discern whether his newfound power is real or a dream. Power comes and goes, nations rise and fall, all in the blink of an eye. When the young prince stirs from his sleep, all he can do is rage at the memory of his lost childhood and his abused entitlements. The rebellions he ignites speak to the eternal verities of falling empires and of the colonies that rail against them and of cycles of vengeance that have fueled civil wars through the millennia. Basilios fingers remain crossed that his son can, one day, behave like a nobleman, holding his power with compassion rather than hoarding it with cruelty. Possibly fearful of stodginess, director Kate Whoriskey sets the fable on set designer Walt Spanglers retro-futuristic landscape of animated mountain caves that spin around the stage mechanically. The actors look silly dancing and clicking flamenco-style in Ilona Somogyis Star Trek costumes. Probably all they needed was a guitar and a painted set. The rest is effort and money squandered on special effects, when the deepest effect comes from the story and its timeless wisdom. De Lancies Basilio oozes charm and a mastery of the language. Less so, the other players in the large ensemble, from whom the prose sounds overly articulated. SOUTH COAST REPERTORY, 655 Town Center Dr., Costa Mesa; Tues., 7:30 p.m.; Wed.-Fri., 8 p.m.; Sat., 2:30 & 8 p.m.; Sun., 2:30 & 7:30 p.m.; thru March 11. (714) 708-5555. (Steven Leigh Morris)
MOONLIGHT Harold Pinters 1993 play is pretty much about sleeping in the bed youve made during your life. Here there are two: the deathbed of a garrulous old man, Andy (Mitchell Ryan), and, across the stage, a foldup mattress belonging to one of his two estranged sons. Andy spends much of his remaining time on Earth needling his stoic wife, Bel (Cinda Jackson), about a long-ago affair he had with her best friend, Maria (Kathryn Harrold) a woman who was also Bels lover. Triangles have always been Pinters favorite shape, but this 70-minute work merely comes across as a quick proof of the earlier carnal and power geometries that made him famous. (The Caretaker , Old Times and Betrayal, to name a few.) Perhaps whats missing is the familiar Pinter blend of menace and melancholy qualities that emerge neither from Andys rambling reminiscences nor from the string of surreal, vaudevillian conversations held in a seedy bedsit between sons Jake (Russell Milton) and Fred (Dan Cowan). Nor do they during appearances by Maria, or by an old acquaintance of Andys named Ralph (Paul Jenkins), or by the brothers spectral sister, Bridget (Eliza Dean). Even if this casts British accents were pitch perfect, which theyre not, director John Pleshettes production is similarly lacking something. Perhaps Ryans dying patriarch isnt hard enough, or Deans Bridget as ethereal and clear-voiced as she needs to be in a play that is Pinter at his most ambiguous. LOST STUDIO, 130 S. La Brea Ave., L.A.; Fri.-Sat., 8 p.m.; Sun., 4 p.m.; thru April 1. (323) 871-5830. (Steven Mikulan)
MUSIC FROM A SPARKLING PLANET The recently homeless West Coast Ensemble christens its new Silver Lake space with this charming valentine to childhood hopes as remembered by three basically decent guys in their mid-30s who have lost their way. Hoagie (Chris Damiano), Miller (David Kaufman) and Wags (Michael Spellman) spend an evening at a bar testing each other on TV trivia from their pre-adolescent days. The joyful recollection of local cartoon hostess Tamara Tomorrow (Kelly Lloyd) sends them on a trek to find out what happened to the long-ago kiddie-TV icon. Flashbacks to the 1970s portray the rise and fall of Tamara in partnership (business and romantic) with television producer Andy (John OBrien). Ultimately, the two plays merge to create a very satisfying, sentimental story. Director Richard Israels extremely light touch keeps this confection of a play engaging and enjoyable with actors who display artful truthfulness in their performances. Marina Mouhibians clunky silver costume for Tamara is a comic wonder, and Kurt Boetchers nonliteral set beautifully evokes the period with a collage of 70s furniture pieces. West Coast Ensemble at LYRIC-HYPERION THEATER, 2106 Hyperion Ave., Silver Lake; Fri.-Sat., 8 p.m.; Sun., 3 p.m.; thru April 1. (800) 595-4849. (Tom Provenzano)
RISE AND FALL OF THE CITY OF MAHAGONNY In Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brechts epic musical, John Doyles staging consists of a series of artful but static tableaux, which leave Mark Baileys evocative and evolving sets, in conjunction with Thomas C. Hases theologically sculpted lighting and Weills very interesting score, to compensate for the paucity of dramatic interaction in the staging. Somewhere along Route 666, an old truck carrying crooks on the run (Patti LuPone, Robert Wörle and Donnie Ray Albert) breaks down. Rather than pan for gold (because that involves work), the trio establishes a town built on prostitution and gambling. You can tell this is Gods country a little joke by atheist Brecht because a hurricane thats devastated the region makes a sharp detour around Mahagonny. By Act 2, the cloud-riven backdrop is saturated in neon, advertising loving and burgers. Poor Jimmy McIntyre (Anthony Dean Griffey) commits the allegorical, hangin crime of running out of cash. In a throwback to the medieval morality play Everyman, all who once swore by Jimmy leave him to face the grave alone. Everyman was gunning for Heaven, but everyone knows that Jimmys goin nowhere but down. Even his favorite whore, Jenny (Audra McDonald), wont lend him $100 to spare his life. The scores dissonant beauty juxtaposed against musical anthems that recall Bach cantatas has an intensity in Act 2, accompanying pedantic kick-or-be-kicked literary themes of self-reliance in a heartless economy. (Translation by Michael Feingold.) LuPone struggles with some of the musical challenges that include melodic climbs that are like trying to scale Angels Flight in army boots. McDonalds voice is as rich and gorgeous as her amply paraded figure. (Ann Hould-Wards post-Charleston-era costumes contain a nice blend of grime and sluttiness.) Albert is more typical of the leading singers, a large man standing like a block of stone while emitting a resonant basso profundo in a concert with actors who move, but dont really act. Los Angeles Opera at the DOROTHY CHANDLER PAVILION, 135 N. Grand Ave., dwntwn.; schedule varies, thru March 4. (213) 972-8001 or www.laopera.com. (Steven Leigh Morris)
ROMEO AND JULIET With Capulets as Republicans, Montagues as Democrats and their offspring the innocent victims of their vitriol, this stirring production of Shakespeares tragedy epitomizes the Zeitgeist of Americas 21st century. Keith Mitchells set comes plastered with red, white and blue bunting and recent newspaper clippings. The symbolism that director extraordinaire Joe Regalbuto and company impart is as clear as a high-def TV newscast. In present-day Verona, California, Romeo (Matty Ferraro) and his cohorts sport Bush, Cheney and Reagan masks at the costume ball where fair Juliet (Gina Regalbuto) awaits. Juliets father (Christian Lebano), whose brutality bubbles beneath a putatively benign surface, sports an American flag pin on the lapel of his somber blue suit. The cast is superb, as Shaun Bakers poetic Mercutio, Joshua Wolf Colemans sympathetic Friar Lawrence, and, despite an exaggeratedly stereotyped accent, Livia Treviños lively Latina nurse are joyful to watch, as are Ferraro and Gina Regalbuto on the balcony and beyond. By plays end, its hard not to view our star-crossed lovers as stand-ins for the unwitting dead strewn throughout the worlds killing fields all because our major political parties cant get their shit together. Loaded Media Productions and Theatre Planners at ART/WORKS THEATRE, 6569 Santa Monica Blvd., Hlywd.; Thurs.-Sat., 8 p.m.; thru March 17. (323) 960-7846. (Martín Hernández)
WHOS AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? In 1962, long before Edward Albees The Goat, came his cat and mouse. Martha and George (Kathleen Turner and Bill Irwin) flail at each other in marital purgatory for the almost carnal satisfaction that torture arouses. These are academics, so their wit and barbarism are varsity-level rattles in a snakes tail. Brittle George is a frustrated history professor (the shadow of a man flickering around the edges of the house) at a New England college; Marthas the college presidents brash daughter. One morning, between 2 and 3 a.m., an arrogant, young and studly professor of biology (David Furr), and his mousy wife (Kathleen Early), swing by for cocktails. The event set up by Marthas offstage father contains a recipe for everyones evisceration, which comes about through a series of party games, ranging from Hump the Hostess to Get the Guests. Theres considerable suspense to the raw savagery thats supposed to culminate in the plays actual reason for being how, in Act 3, George destroys his and Marthas imaginary son. This is Albees link to the Theater of the Absurd going strong in 1962 which blurs distinctions between reality and invention into the view that life is so fucked up, the only sanity we have is from the meaning we create. Anthony Pages staging which did just fine in New York and London, implodes at the Ahmanson: Maybe its the huge venue that forces the actors to amp up the style to sitcom size at the cost of the plays innate menace. George and Marthas games are wildly entertaining in a warm and fuzzy TV kinda way, so that Act 3 comes off as literary artifice, tagged on rather than drawn through. Irwin serves up an undeniably magnificent kaleidoscope of wry twitches and subterranean stratagems. David Furrs lughead biologist traverses his descent into drunken hell with pleasing hubris. The women do most of the damage to this production. Earlys Honey is an overblown comedic belle leftover from The Dukes of Hazzard, and Turners Martha establishes a gorgeously gregarious presence, which she then occupies with such flippant delight, her devastation on which the drama depends is a hard sell. The shelf of L.P.s in John Lee Beattys realistic period set is a marvelous emblem of the times. AHMANSON THEATRE, 135 N. Grand Ave., dwntwn.; Tues.-Thurs., 7:30 p.m.; Fri.-Sat., 8 p.m.; Sat.-Sun., 2 p.m (added perf Thurs., March 15, 1 p.m.); thru March 18. (213) 6289-2772. (Steven Leigh Morris) For an interview with Albee, see Theater feature.
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