Theatre Review: The Assembled Parties (Broadway)

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Note: This production is now closed.

This is an odd, slow-burn kind of play. Drama, in the edge-of-your-seat sense, is in short supply and much of what little there is takes place off stage, during intermission. It’s the kind of play that relies utterly on the chemistry between its actors, making each scene fascinating unto itself even as it gradually builds to a clear picture of just what, exactly, is going on. The dialogue has more to do with suggesting the details of these characters’ everyday lives than it does with moving any plot forward.

Which makes it a shame that some pairings just don’t have it. Jeff (Jeremy Shamos) and Scotty (Jake Silbermann) certainly don’t, making their rather lengthy first-act scene tedious at best. The set design in act one is fascinating, constantly rotating from room to room in the enormous Central Park West apartment that plays host to Christmas-slash-Hanukkah dinner, suggesting more energy and intrigue between plot points than there is. Jeff and Scotty, friends in college, talk about Scotty’s career aspirations versus the ones his parents expect him to have. Scotty’s mother Julie (Jessica Hecht) and father Ben (Jonathan Walker) prove to be kind, welcoming and unwittingly high-pressure. Ben finds himself blackmailed by brother-in-law Mort (Mark Blum), who does this behind the back of his wife Faye (Judith Light), both of whom railroad and endlessly criticize their awkward daughter Shelley (Lauren Blumenfeld).

The two best performers by far are Hecht and Light, and they have chemistry with everyone. Hecht in particular has the trickiest role, as her character is required to be utterly guileless, presenting the kind of sweet sincerity that would be overwhelmingly saccharine if not for its absolute genuine sincerity. Julie truly cannot see the bad in any scenario, and has intelligence and wit to say precisely what’s on her mind without being flakey. And speaking of over the top, if ever there was a Jewish mother replete with neuroses, guilt, self-deprecation and angst, Light is surely the prototype. She imbues this stock character with a specificity that makes it feel unique and individual, no matter how many times we’ve seen the act before.

Act one takes place in the 80s. Fast forward twenty years to another holiday feast for act two and all of life’s major changes seem to have occurred off stage. Mort, Ben, Shelley and Scotty are all out of the picture. Julie has been diagnosed with a condition of some sort, so long ago that nobody on stage refers to it specifically enough for the audience to figure out exactly what it is. This is a play that tries very hard to ignore details in favour of emotional, day-to-day realities. If the characters wouldn’t go out of their way to recap a scenario in real life, they’re certainly not about to for the audience’s sake.

And, coming back to the top of this review, that is why this is such an odd play. Is it funny? Absolutely. Is it touching? At many points, yes. But its commitment to “everyday” form of storytelling removes a tremendous amount of inherent drama. The audience is required to spend a great deal of time determining what blanks need filling, and then has to go about filling them, only to find that the details may not be all that interesting to begin with. Which is a lot like life, but most theatregoers buy their tickets to escape that kind of humdrum reality. Scenes live and die by how engrossing the characters are, and too often they simply aren’t. The brightest spots are Light, who absolutely earns her Best Actress Tony, and Hecht, who is so sweetly tragic it really is remarkable.

The Assembled Parties is a mixed bag of a play, but with more than enough material to chew on for après-theatre coffee and pie.

3.5 out of 5 awkward family dinners.

~Mike!

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Theatre Review: The Nance (Broadway)

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With Nathan Lane headlining a show, you may be forgiven for walking in with some unreasonably high expectations, especially post-Tonys where he was nominated for Best Performance by an Actor in Leading Role in a Play. How nice then to have those expectations easily met.

The Nance is a clever, touching new play by Douglas Carter Beane, a period piece set in 1940s New York. Actually, clever doesn’t quite cover it; that implies a lot of wry smiles and knowing nods of the head among the audience. “Laugh-out-loud” comes closer, but implies that it’s essentially a comedy. How exactly does one peg a show that covers everything from romance to politics to burlesque to full-on belly laughs and, most importantly, depth of character across the cast?

We meet Lane’s Chauncey Miles at a local self-serve diner, where he briefly walks his latest prey through the ropes: young, down-and-out Ned (Jonny Orsini) has wandered by-mistake-but-really-on-purpose into one of those places where “boys like the boys,” it’s not uncommon to make surreptitious plans to meet up around the corner in half an hour, and everyone goes tense when a police siren enters earshot. How far we’ve come in 70 years. Chauncey leaves the diner for work, playing the titular nance for comic relief at a local burlesque house. He leaves work for home, picking up Ned along the way for what he assumes another in a long line of one-night stands.

The burlesque scenes are truly inspired, with a healthy dose of vaudevillian rapid-fire double-entendres (my favourite involved a later scene with Chauncey in drag as a prostitute named Hortence; cue the joke about how relaxed she looks). The stage is also a masterwork, a massive turntable with sets on each facing side. It’s used to best effect when turned on an angle, with most of the burlesque “backstage” facing the audience for dialogue between characters while a hint of the “onstage” side remains visible, with secondary performers playing to the wings. There’s a continuous energy to this show that comes through staging and performance simultaneously.

Chauncey is also a bit of a stand-in for some one of today’s political curiosities: how can you be gay and Republican at the same time? For Chauncey, the answer is easy; neither party supports gays in that era, so he may as well go for the individualist do-it-yourself-ers who support business and enterprise. His blind faith that the crackdown on his livelihood is a temporary political stunt is tragic; surely a Republican would never close down an industry that employs thousands solely on moral grounds? Ned (who has moved in with him and joined the burlesque show) and his coworkers are excited about an impending sympathy strike among all the arts performers in the city. Chauncey is dismissive of their enthusiasm, a wet blanket over their belief that together they can make change.

Which isn’t to say that he is without courage or empathy. Amid the crackdowns and police raids, he insists on playing his effeminate nance, even to the point of courting investigation and arrest. He refuses to plead guilty, thinking his status as “one of them,” a Republican, will protect him. The chemistry between Lane and Orsini is undeniable, and the show’s laughs never overshadow its inherent tragedy. Also excellent is the burlesque show’s owner, Efram (Lewis J. Stadlen), a rough and practical funny man who is politically savvy enough to be aghast at Chauncey’s decisions while wise enough not to take personal offense at them. His patter with Lane and Orsini on and off the stage-within-the-stage keeps the show moving at a good clip, never wasting a moment.

In the end, this is a show about how nothing is straightforward, faith is seldom rewarded, and people will be who they are to the end, no matter how bitter. We all know how the story proceeds (thank you Supreme Court of 2013), but The Nance takes us back to a harsher time for social justice and makes us ask: “What would I have done?”

4.5 out of 5 double entendres.

~Mike!

Theatre Review: Comedy of Errors (Public Theater)

comedyIn Central Park, New York, there is an open-air theatre (or is that ‘theater’?) called the Delacorte. In that… space with multiple spellings (oh, the times it is unfortunate to be Canadian reporting on America) the Public Theater company puts on Shakespeare. For free. And they get good actors, including a famous production of Merchant of Venice starring Al Pacino three years ago.

That is why I found myself waiting in line at 6:30am recently. I’d have been there earlier, possibly by 5:45, but due to some rainy weather I figured it would be safe to sleep in a bit. You see, they give out the tickets at around noon, so if you literally snooze, you probably lose. For Merchant, people reportedly camped out the night before. Lucky for me, Comedy doesn’t have quite that cachet, delightful though star Jesse Tyler Ferguson is. And honestly, waiting in line at the Delacorte is one of those only-in-New-York experiences, and my secondary goal (in addition to, you know, getting tickets) was to find myself in line next to interesting people.

Interesting they were. They brought a tarp on which to sit, portable iPod speakers, cream cheese, bagels, crackers, orange juice and champagne, and they were happy to share. (All I had in return were some complementary chocolate coins from a Brooklyn steak house, but they didn’t seem to mind.) Which is how I found myself getting tipsy at 6:30 in the morning and thoroughly enjoying myself even while dodging raindrops and shivering because I dressed too light. The point? Seldom can waiting in line be a trip, but I highly recommend this one. Also: bring booze.

The play!

Comedy of Errors doesn’t get performed all that often, and apart from knowing the title I went in completely blind. I also tend to have trouble with the Shakespearean dialogue for the first 20 minutes or so until my ear adapts. Not so with this production; the Public Theater staged their Comedy in 1930s-ish America Town, complete with Brooklyn-inspired gangster accents. The heavy enunciation of every syllable made the language terrifically easy to understand, rendering it accessible without dumbing it down. Even the stage crew added to the fun, lindy-hopping their way through set changes with big-band background music.

Shakespeare is well known for having played around with identity, and Comedy of Errors is an early example of this: it features three sets of identical twins, two of whom were separated at birth. Director Daniel Sullivan opted to go with four actors, requiring Ferguson and Hamish Linklater to each play his own brother, while Emily Bergl and Heidi Schreck round out the sister act. The plot hardly matters – suffice it to say that everyone on stage brought a great energy and sense of fun to the play, with no down moments.

Ferguson did well finding two sides of the same servant; heavens only knows why both he and his brother were named Dromio before their separation as infants, but he managed to separate his two roles nicely while still suggesting their similarities. Dromio of Syracuse is a clown used to pleasing his master; Dromio of Ephesus directs his clownishness into frustrated asides at his slightly harsher masters. Likewise, Linklater brings a gentle determination to his Syracusean Antipholus while the Ephesian counterpart has a harsher, capitalistic bent. Both distinguish their separate roles with a simple adjustment to inflection and physical carriage; it’s a nice bit of acting on both their parts that kept the story humming along nicely.

Jonathan Hadary does well as the slightly hapless Egeon in his two short scenes, using the first to set up the play’s premise through the use of hilariously silly dolls and the last to tie a neat little bow on all the kerfuffle. The Duke (Skipp Sudduth) added a nice little twist to the standard Godfather role, seeming almost weary of presiding over the insanities of life in Ephesus.

Light comedy, like any genre, is hard to pull off well – after all, how over the top is too over the top? Comedy of Errors hit the sweet spot, not unlike a mimosa at 7am.

4.5 out of 5 bottles of booze discretely consumed in public.

~Mike!