Wednesday, October 16, 2019

#18) Theater Such as This: Unique, Superb 'Every Brilliant Thing' Should Be High on Your List -- Chicago Theater Review

Theater Review

Every Brilliant Thing
by Duncan Macmillan
directed by Jessica Fisch
starring Rebecca Spence
Windy City Playhouse (at Motor Row), Chicago
Thru December 8
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Bruce Springsteen. The Chicago Cubs (even when they disappoint). A char cheddar Polish on French bread at Poochies. Harlan Coben's latest thriller, perpetually. Having the same best friend since the first day of kindergarten. Singing "Hey Jude" with Paul McCartney and 50,000 fans. Bulldogs. Bethesda Fountain in Central Park. My mom. The universal truths found in almost all Stephen Sondheim lyrics. A great saxophone solo. Twizzlers. La Dolce Vita. The great melting pot of the Red Line at Midnight. Posting a damn witty comment on Facebook (or so you want to believe). The way Nyquil coats your throat when it hurts like hell. Writing this blog.

In the terrific solo-performer play, Every Brilliant Thing--written by Duncan Macmillan and starring a man in its UK and NYC premieres, but featuring the fantastic Rebecca Spence here--the narrator speaks of having created a list of "brilliant things" in life, or reasons for living.

She initially does so at the tender age of 7, in 1984, when she quite suddenly becomes aware of her mother's suicidal tendencies and hopes to positively affect mom's worldview in the face of depression.

Continued intermittently throughout her life to the present day, Spence's list--the actress is not telling her own story, but we never learn her character's name--eventually gets to, well, let's just say well beyond five digits, not to give things away.

The string of items that opens this review of Every Brilliant Thing represents the start of my own such list--not meant in ranked order, as the narrator's isn't--apt not just due to thoughts the play inspired, but because the audience, seated in large, comfy chairs in an open floor space, is asked to participate.

To be clear, I don't mean that within the 80-minute one-act, we are asked to cite our own reasons for living, but rather prompted via props to enunciate items on Spence's list.

Hence, when she got to number 5, I shouted:

"Things with stripes!"

In addition to starring a woman speaking without an English accent, this production under the sharp direction of Jessica Fisch seemingly tinkered a bit with Macmillan's script to add some Chicago-centric references.

Not that Michael Jordan and the Art Institute of Chicago couldn't be seen as "brilliant"--which retains an Anglo parlance essentially meaning "awesome"--from far and wide, along with things like ice cream, sunlight and soul music, the latter factoring heavily into the show before it even officially begins.

During the monologue--mostly regarding her mom's struggles, but never to the point of being maudlin--Spence also engages a few audience members to help her dramatize some key interactions, with her dad, a school counselor and others I won't divulge.

Though Every Brilliant Thing also eventually broaches the narrator's own psychological challenges, the overriding vibe is amiable, warmhearted and life-affirming.

Yet, unless past iterations were performed quite difficulty, the Guardian blurb on the poster at top--about this being one of the funniest plays you'll ever see--doesn't really strike me as apt.

Spence comes across as effervescently likable and there are some moments of hilarity, plenty of crackling remarks in the script and some really clever list items, but this isn't by any means Billy Crystal's 700 Sundays (which actually had plenty of poignancy as well).

Unless you are entirely squeamish about ever speaking among a crowd--and I imagine your request to just sit and watch with no interaction would be respectfully accommodated--you should enjoy Every Brilliant Thing on many levels, and even laugh plenty.

But for me, the realistic-feeling drama of what transpires far outweighs the comedy, just as a matter of clarity. (There is also a bit of education about suicide, including that it can be quite contagious.)

Though anyone who knows me and/or this blog needn't need convincing that attending theater would be high on a list of things that bring me great joy and sustenance, seeing a show this unique and superlative could really warrant a berth of its own.

It's not just terrific, it's good for the soul.

Overtly.

So especially as, unlike me--somewhat unwittingly--you won't have to route yourself around the Chicago Marathon to see it, you really should get yourself down, and into, and enriched by, this brilliant thing.  

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Striking Accord: Tony-Winning 'Oslo' Given a Fine TimeLine Production in Chicago -- Chicago Theater Review

Theater Review

Oslo
a recent play by J.T. Rogers
directed by Nick Bowling
TimeLine Theatre Company
at Broadway Playhouse
Presented by Broadway in Chicago
Thru October 20
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In Amadeus, the 1984 film about Mozart adapted by Peter Shaffer from his own play—Shaffer also wrote Equus, which I recently saw for the first time—his patron, Emperor Joseph II, gives a small but condescending critique of one of the maestro’s compositions, saying:
"My dear, young man, don't take it too hard. Your work is ingenious. It's quality work. There are simply too many notes, that's all. Cut a few and it will be perfect."
To which Mozart sharply retorts:
“Which few did you have in mind, Majesty?” 
I feel it only fair to share this point of reference in suggesting that J.T. Rogers' Tony-winning 2016 play, Oslo—which is quite astute, enlightening and largely masterful—might have felt even greater to me were about 30 minutes cut from its 2 hour & 45 minute runtime.

Photo credit on all: Brett Beiner
Obviously, Rogers—whose The Overwhelming I also enjoyed several years ago—didn’t think there was any unneeded excess to his script, and in addition to the 2017 Tony for Best Play, it won a slew of other awards.

So who am I to say, and regardless I still highly recommend Oslo, which despite all its honors didn't get funding for a national tour so is being presented in Chicago--under the auspices of Broadway in Chicago--by TimeLine Theatre, long one of the city's best local troupes.

I am delighted for the exposure TimeLine is getting in staging this high-profile work within the Broadway Playhouse at Water Tower Place (rather than in its regular home in part of a church complex on Wellington Avenue).

Though I didn't have time to read a lot of it, it's great that TimeLine is able to maintain its tradition of accompanying shows with informative background information on lobby displays, as well as publishing additional material in its Backstory pamphlet, which supplements the regular show program.

Oslo's focus on international diplomacy--specifically negotiations between Israel and the Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO) leading to peace accords announced in September 1993--reminded me of a play called Blind Date, about the first meeting between President Ronald Reagan and Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev.

But Oslo is considerably better than that work in almost all ways, including by focusing on negotiators a step--or several--below Israel Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin, PLO Chairman Yassar Arafat and U.S. President Bill Clinton.

The Palestinians are primarily represented by Arafat subordinates Ahmed Qurie (Anish Jethmalani) and Hassan Asfour (Amro Salama), while a rumpled economics professor named Yair Hirschfeld (Ron E. Rains) is initially selected by Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs Yossi Belin (Stef Tovar) to negotiate on behalf of Israel, with Uri Savir (Jed Feder) also getting involved. An attorney named Joel Singer (Tom Hickey) later takes a key seat at the table.

All these roles are well played, and under the fine direction of Nick Bowling, Rogers' deeply-researched script incorporates a surprising amount of humor and humanity into the clandestine negotiations that largely take place in Oslo, the capital of Norway.

But the heart of the play--which features a 13-person cast, and that's with some actors playing multiple roles--comes in enlightening the world to the behind the scenes involvement and importance of Norwegian couple Terje Rød-Larsen (an excellent Scott Parkinson) and Mona Juul (Bri Sudia,  terrific again as in TimeLine's A Shayna Maidel and several musicals).

Terje is a professor who runs a think tank/aid organization with the help of Mona--who is also a noted diplomat--and they essentially push for the Israel-PLO summit to happen, initially quite secretly.

There's a lot going on, and its to Rogers' great credit--as well as Bowling and the excellent cast here--that despite the subject matter, it's eminently watchable and far more powerful than ponderous.

Yes, as I opined to open, the play feels long, particularly the first act, where it seemed there could be fewer scenes with the various negotiators involved.

Certainly, heading downtown after a workday in the far north suburbs wasn't ideal for me staying pinpoint sharp throughout, but Oslo did hold my attention, while considerably entertaining and enlightening me.

It is an excellent play that demands being seen.

Perhaps even more if there was just a bit less.

Monday, October 14, 2019

Discovering Japan: Recapping My Trip From August 13-30, 2019

Kinkaku-ji, Kyoto
The 15 full days—plus parts of 2 others—I recently spent in Japan represent the most time I’ve spent in a single country on a single trip.

And I would say that all of the days were well spent.

I wouldn’t necessarily nominate Japan as the favorite place I’ve been nor the first place tourists from the United States should venture, but this is essentially due to the many fantastic places I’ve been fortunate to visit.

This shouldn’t be construed as a ranking, but London, Paris, Italy, Spain, India and Peru are just some of the spots I don’t feel it wrong that I got to before going to Japan.

I’ve also been to Australia, Ireland, Israel, Cairo, Vienna, Prague, Budapest, Krakow, Brussels, St. Petersburg, Stockholm, Copenhagen, Helsinki, Amsterdam, Buenos Aires, Rio de Janeiro, various points in Mexico and Canada and many cities across the U.S., and have enjoyed pretty much everywhere I’ve been.

Now including Japan.

Senso-ji, Tokyo
I liked what I saw there. What I did. What I experienced. What I photographed. What I ate.

I might wish to have learned a bit more, about the culture, the people, the history and customs, but given the parameters of my trip—traveling solo, 3 weeks to allot at most, a somewhat limited budget, my age, physical shape, proclivities, etc.—I can’t say there is anything I would decidedly do differently.

A few days at a beach resort with a Japanese supermodel may have been nice, but what would be in it for her?

I tried to eat at the top-rated restaurant in the country—Den—but given the stringency in securing a reservation, I can’t say I would try any harder than I did.

Hiking a good ways up Mt. Fuji would likely be beautiful and spiritual, but my legs hurt each night just from traipsing around tourist sights in Tokyo and Kyoto.

Fans of anime or manga or martial arts or professional wrestling or sumo or karaoke may well have sought out spots that likely wouldn’t have meant much to me, and followers of Shinto, Buddhism and/or students of Japanese history undoubtedly would have had more holistic experiences at the numerous temples, shrines and pagodas I visited.

Feeding time, Nara
And while I managed to find sufficient food to eat each day, only once resorting to a Big Mac, others may well have had more delectable meals or delved deeper into Japanese cuisine.

So be it.

Because I had internet access everywhere I went—at no extra cost as part of my T-Mobile plan—I was able to post numerous iPhone photos to Facebook every day, from most of the attractions I visited.

In part due to this, and also because I found myself sufficiently knackered each night to rather sleep than write, I didn't post many recaps to this blog. But you can find pieces 1, 2 and 3 here. (In the past I've used my SethTheTourist.blogspot.com space for on-the-go posts, but didn't this time.)

And rather than recite what I did and saw on a daily basis, I think the following might be an efficient way to handle this travelogue. If you have any questions about specifics, please post a comment or contact me at setharkin@msn.com.

Shinjuku, Tokyo
Tokyo
Arrived: August 14
Departed: August 22
Returned: August 29-30

Hotels:
APA Hotel & Resort Nishi Shinjuku Gochome (8 nights), The B Hotel Roppongi (1 night)
Both of these and the hotel in Kyoto were booked on BookAAHotels.com and selected based on a combination of price, location and offers of American Airlines frequent flyer miles in return. The APA was well-located in relatively quiet Nishi Shinjuku, steps from a subway stop. The room was small but satisfactory; front desk staff more perfunctory than friendly or helpful. Whereas a front desk clerk at the B in Roppongi was proactive in helping to get me onto a shuttle bus to the airport.

Tokyo Subway
Areas visited:
Shinjuku, Nishi Shinjuku, Chiyoda, Asakusa, Akibahara, Shibuya, Ginza, Harajuku, Tsukiji, Jimbocho, Minato, Ueno, Sumida, Roppongi, Tokyo Midtown
I enjoyed exploring all these areas, including Harajuku, the epicenter of teenage Japanese culture and upscale Ginza. But Asakusa, home to the Senso-ji Temple, would be the area I'd most eagerly seek out on a subsequent trip. Visiting Senso-ji at night was a particular delight, including a walk afterward through what once was a theater district. 

Sights/attractions explored:
Imperial Palace East Gardens, Imperial Palace Guided Tour, Tokyo Tower, Zojoji Temple, Tsukiji Outer Fish Market, Kabuki-za Theatre, Senso-ji Temple & Pagoda, Nakamise Shopping Street, Meiju Jingu Shrine, Takeshita Street (Harajuku), Shibuya Crossing, Roppongi Hills, Shinjuku Gyoen Garden
Imperial Palace, Tokyo
A mix of shrines, gardens and bustling, modern districts like Shinjuku and Shibuya. In addition to Senso-Ji (as mentioned above), getting to the Tsukiji Market area was fun, though the actual fish market has moved elsewhere (vendors, shops and food stands remain). 

Museums visited:
National Museum of Western Art, Edo-Tokyo Museum
I probably should have done more in this regard. The National Museum of Modern Art, Tokyo National Museum and sword, sumo and samurai museums were also on my shortlist. But I was happy with the two I visited, while considering the numerous shrines, temples, gardens outdoor museums of a sort. I enjoyed how the Western Art museum had a special exhibit covering its formation and initial collection, while Edo-Tokyo provided a good glimpse into Tokyo when it was long-known as Edo. 

Meiji Jingu Shrine, Tokyo
Restaurants:
Shiryu, Bocce, Suisen, Kizuna Sushi, Kaisendon, Tsukijiya, Meiju Jingu Café, Sekkaen, Marion Crepes, Harajuku Crepe Cafe, Suisen, Vie de France, Wadakura Fountain Park Restaurant, Peter Cole Irish Pub, Kani Doraku, Hard Rock Café, Ichiran Ramen, Yoshinoya
None of these would be considered high-end gastronomic splurges--as opposed to Den, which I couldn't get into--but all satisfied while enabling me to enjoy sushi, tempura, ramen, soba noodles, crab, Chinese food, Kobe beef, mochi, crepes, sake, a Japanese buffet and more. I mean no disrespect in saying that none of these demand being specifically sought out, though the crepes cafes were fun and the buffet at Wadakura Fountain Park Restaurant was worth being a bit pricey (3200 yen), especially given the nice location across from the Imperial Palace grounds. 

Show at Robot Restaurant, Tokyo
Live Events
Robot Restaurant Show, Yakult Swallows baseball game, Kabuki Theatre, The Parrots (Beatles band) at Abbey Road nightclub
The show at Robot Restaurant--the food service is really negligible--is crazy fun, something like the Japanese version of Medieval Times. On speed. Though some may find it sensory overload, as it's really loud with tons of flashing lights. I loved going to the baseball game, particularly at the venerable but fun Meiju Jingu Stadium (as opposed to the Tokyo Dome, home of the richer Yomiuri Giants; I didn't get there). I'm not sure which piece of theater I saw at Kabuki-za--I caught one-act of a larger production--and couldn't tell you exactly what happened in it. Still it was cool. Abbey Road and The Parrots were a delight, as they sang 4 sets of Beatles songs in English, though they spoke solely in Japanese. 

Great Buddha, Kamakura
Side Trips:
Kamakura (Great Buddha, Hasedera Temple)
I got to Kamakura on my own via trains (as opposed to a Mount Fuji bus tour) and enjoyed getting to and seeing the Great Buddha, and nearby Hasedera Temple was quite formidable. A small joint called Kamakura Dog had wonderfully elaborate corn dogs; mine with fried potatoes and cheese was so elaborate I barely noticed I got one without a hot dog. If I didn't tire myself out, I would've liked to have seen the Hachiman shrine and perhaps gotten to the beachfront. Overall, my plan just to stay in Tokyo and Kyoto and take day trips worked quite well, but Kamakura may have merited a bit more time. 

Mount Fuji from Lake Kawaguchi
Mount Fuji (5th Station, Cruise on Lake Kawaguchi)
I wasn't sure if I should try to get to Hakone on my own to try to see Mount Fuji or to sign up for a bus tour. Although I likely could've gotten to Hakone pretty easily by train from Tokyo, I wasn't clear where I might head from there, which prompted me to do some Googling. I found an $82 tour via a company called Veltra, which put me on a bus tour seemingly run by Shinki Bus Tours, though the sign I was to look for at the Shinjuku Center Building was "Limon," which also adorned the bus. The bus took me and about a dozen others to what's known as Mount Fuji's 5th Station, partway up the mountain. On the way, the overcast sky prevented any good views of the mountain, and even at 5th Station it was hard to see the peak, but at least I saw the mountain. We then went to what seemed to be a French-themed resort--La Ville de Gaspard et Lisa--which adjoins an amusement park. There we had lunch before going to Lake Kawaguchi, first to ride up a hillside in a ropeway car, then to take a 20-minute cruise. On the cruise, I finally got a decent glimpse of the famous Mount Fuji. 

Takeshita Dori, Harajuku, Tokyo
Other Places of note:
Tower Records, Garrett’s Popcorn, McDonald’s, 7/11, Shinjuku Station, Tokyo Station, subway
I used to love perusing and shopping at Tower Records in Chicago (and Los Angeles, London and more), but the chain went out of business several years ago. But it survives as a separate company in Tokyo, although with the familiar red and yellow iconography. I went to a store in Shinjuku, and saw the exterior of an even larger one in Shibuya...It seems Chicago-based Garrett's has expanded far & wide over the years, but it was still nifty to see a store in Harajuku, where I sample Matcha-flavored caramel corn (and didn't love it)...McDonald's was fairly ubiquitous in both Tokyo and Kyoto, but didn't have Quarter Pounders with Cheese (or anything equivalent)...I don't think it would be an exaggeration to say that 7/11 is the most prevalent store in both Tokyo and Kyoto, though there are also several similar Lawson convenience stores...The commuter train stations, of which Shinjuku is supposedly the world's largest, were an attraction in themselves and crazily mobbed. But I used them often, and the subways stations even more so. 

Additional comments:
I enjoyed Tokyo, especially the dichotomy of old and new. With its criss-crossing subway lines, it reminded me of London, Paris and New York, and the challenge of exploring it was much of the fun. 

Pontocho, Kyoto
Kyoto
Arrived: August 22;
Departed August 29

Hotel:
Hotel M’s Plus Shijo Omiya
Right near train and subway stations and major bus lines, the hotel proved quite convenient. And the women working at the front desk were much friendlier than those I had encountered at the APA Hotel in Tokyo. Though it took four clerks to help me buy a baseball ticket from a mobile website that was solely in Japanese, it was cool that they took the time to help accomplish this. Unfortunately, the game--a rare one to be played in Kyoto by the Orix Buffaloes, who mainly play in Osaka--was rained out. 

Arashiyama Bamboo Grove, Kyoto
Areas visited:
Gion; see sights visited
Although with approximately 1.5 million residents, Kyoto can be considered a big city, this is only about 1/10 the size of Tokyo. As such, it seemed like the "areas"--at least for a tourist--corresponded more explicitly with specific sights. Except perhaps for Gion, which I didn't get to explore as much as I would've liked because it rained the three times I went there. It has many old-style Japanese tea houses or buildings that look as such, and is famed as geisha district. 

Sights visited:
Kinkaku-ji Temple, Ginkaku-ji Temple, Tenryuji Temple & Gardens, Arashiyama Bamboo Forest, Togetsu Bridge, Iwatayamu Monkey Park, Fushimi Inari Shrine, Yasaka Shrine, Nishiki Market, Pontocho Alley, Hanamikoji Dori, Kiyomizu-dera Temple, Pagoda & grounds, Sanjusangendo
Many of the major sights I saw--Kinkaku (the gorgeous golden temple), Ginkaku (meaning Silver Temple, though it actually isn't silver), Arashiyama Bamboo Forest, Fushimi Inari (orange Torii gates up a mountain), Kiyomizu-dera--had what I would term touristy (though still quaintly Japanese) shopping districts serving somewhat as gauntlets before you get to the actual attraction. But these sights in particular, along with the hundreds of golden statues at Sanjusangendo, were truly spectacular.

Samurai & Ninja Museum, Kyoto
Museums Visited:
Samurai & Ninja Museum
This is a small museum on the upper floors of a space within the Teramachi-dori covered shopping district, and clearly appealing to tourists. But I enjoyed it, as English-speaking guides gave a nice explanation and I got to throw stars (ninja weapons) and put on a shogun outfit and wield a sword. 

Restaurants:
Train station sushi box, Café Bear, Donguri, Way to Emue, Gyugyu, JIki Miyazawa, Trattoria Sette (Hyatt)
The sushi box isn't a restaurant; it's a box with maki in it, but I was impressed by how well packaged it was. Donguri introduced me to okonomiyaki (Japanese pancakes with various stuffing or toppings), while Jiki Miyazawa is a traditional kaiseki restaurant with numerous courses created and served by the chef. I went there for lunch and had the lower of two price-tier menus, but still enjoyed it very much. 

Dotonbori Canal, Osaka
Side Trips:
Osaka (Umeda Sky Building + observatory, Osaka Castle, Dotonbori, Ganko (sushi), River Cruise)
An easy hourlong train ride from adjoining Kyoto, Osaka proved a cool place to explore. Though it isn't all that tall or new, the Umeda building felt really modern and has a nice observatory. Osaka Castle was rebuilt in 1931 and though the exterior is extraordinarily lovely, the inside is that of a modern museum. Worth a look but not all that exhilarating. Per a travel blogger's suggestion with high praise, I went to the nightlife area of Dotonburi seeking a ramen restaurant called Hanamaruken Namba Houzenji. I found it...closed. A couple doors down, Ganko seemed inviting as a large sushi restaurant in a basement space, and I enjoyed the food I had. I then went wandering to the Dotonbori Canal that gives the district its name, and was beguiled by a boat cruise led by a guide leading cheers. It only lasted 20 minutes but stands as one of the more overtly enjoyable moments on the whole trip. 

Todai-ji, Nara
Nara (Mister Donut, Kofuku-ji temple, Nara Park, deer walking all around, Todai-ji w/ Buddha, Totogin sushi-go-round)
Similarly, in terms of overtly enjoyable experiences, I don't think anything I did quite topped the few hours I spent in Nara. Kofuku-ji had a beautiful temple, pagoda and other structures, while the grounds, main shrine and giant Buddha housed within Todai-ji were all splendiferous. But adding to the merriment were deer. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of freely roaming docile deer that you could pet, photograph and--in buying deer cookies--feed. I just loved it. And I was also delighted to dine at a sushi-go-round restaurant. 

Summation

How does one measure or evaluate a trip or destination? By how much fun was had? By the memories or photographs? By some intangible vibe?

It has now been more than a month since I returned home from Japan, and a few weeks since I began writing this recap. Some of the exact experiences are slowly starting to fade, and while I think some of the sights/photographs displayed here are rather spectacular, none is as singular as the Taj Mahal or Machu Picchu or even Chichen Itza in Mexico, which I visited in April.

But, as I mentioned above, there is nothing I wish I had done differently. That bespeaks a great trip, and great experiences.

And while some additional interpersonal interactions may have been nice, to complement all the sights seen and places visited, there were some rather rewarding moments in this regard as well.

As I chronicled in this blog post, at a rather (but enjoyably) nondescript restaurant in Tokyo, a young waitress not only engaged me in some nice casual conversation, she wound up pulling out her laptop computer to show me a PowerPoint presentation she'd put together about sights she recommended a friend see in the city.

At the Yakult Swallows baseball game I went to in Tokyo, I carried on a great conversation throughout with a Japanese fan who spoke fine English, and even wound up friending him on Facebook.

While taking a tour of Tokyo's Imperial Palace, I met and befriended an American couple who were, like me, from Chicago's northern suburbs, though they now live in Florida. We would then meet for dinner in Kyoto.

Particularly in Kyoto, the hotel clerks were quite friendly and there and at the B Roppongi in Tokyo, their willingness to help with some logistics added considerably to my trip.

While feeding deer in Nara, I noticed some people photographing and filming it, and asked two if they might email the pix and video. Both did.

And from the guide on the tour to Mt. Fuji to the river cruise leader in Osaka to multiple guides & assistants at the Samurai & Ninja Museum in Kyoto to the staff at most restaurants I visited, I really did have several pleasant encounters with the Japanese people.

So, however one might measure it, going to Japan was a really great trip.

Tuesday, October 08, 2019

Hometown Folk Blues: Occasionally Tuneful 'Sundown, Yellow Moon' All Too Often Meanders in the Dusk -- Chicago Theater Review

Theater Review

Sundown, Yellow Moon
a play with music
by Rachel Bonds
Music & lyrics by The Bengsons
Directed by Cody Estle
Thru November 17
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As shared from the stage before Sundown, Yellow Moon began on Monday night, the show represents the start of Raven Theatre’s 37th season.

That’s quite an accomplishment, and even though I don’t go back that far with Raven, I’ve seen works by them since they moved into their current home in late 2002, a former grocery store at 6157 N. Clark St. in Chicago.

With two stages, a sizable lobby and on-site parking, it’s one of my favorite theaters in Chicago, and Raven has self-produced numerous fine shows over the years.

The troupe was long run by husband and wife Michael Menendian and JoAann Montemurro, but over the past two seasons the new Artistic Director Cody Estle has overseen several stellar productions, including The Gentleman Caller, How I Learned to Drive (both of which he directed) and The Undeniable Sound of Right Now.

Photo credit on all: Michael Brosilow
So, intrigued by the promotional material denoting it as a play with music, I attended the opening of
Sundown, Yellow Moon with high expectations.

A New York Times review of its 2017 NYC run was rather positive, and I really liked another of Rachel Bonds’ plays, Curve of Departure, when I saw it last fall at Northlight Theatre.

Estle is directing Sundown, Yellow Moon and upon arrival at the Raven’s main stage, the set design by Jeffrey D. Kmiec was rather impressive.

Unfortunately, despite a pair of likable lead actresses—Liz Chidester and Diana Coates—as fraternal twin sisters, Ray and Joey, the 95-minute one-act drama never much stirred me.

The plot seemed to have potential to go in interesting directions, as Ray and Joey have returned to their small Tennessee hometown, where their recently divorced father Tom (Will Casey, who also does a nice job) has been suspended from his teaching job at the local college.

Had the play stayed largely focused on the reasons and repercussions of what landed Tom in hot water, complemented by a look at the hopes and hiccups in the lives of Ray and Joey, it probably could have been sufficiently entertaining.

But these strains become too diffuse, in part due to two male characters, Carver (Jordan Dell Harris), a young colleague of Tom’s forever shadowed by having been abused by a local priest, and Ted (Josh Odor), a lapsed poet who kind of shows up out of nowhere to have some conversations with Joey.

Both actors do their jobs well, and there is nothing terribly wrong with Bonds’ writing around these characters, but the various threads never seem to tie together, nor does much chemistry between Joey and Ted seem to exist.

Essentially we have several individuals who have—as do we all—wants, needs, desires, hopes,
dreams, setbacks, struggles, etc., but without us really getting to abundantly know or care about any of them.

As for the music, Ray, Tom, Carver and a couple family friends (Rob Frankel, Jeanne T. Arrigo) who serve no other dramatic purpose occasionally play some acoustic songs written by indie folk duo, The Bengsons, but this isn’t a musical—nor is it promoted as such—and while a couple of tunes are poignantly pleasant, they don’t really add much to the proceedings.

Anyway, there’s no need for me to belabor this.

I admire the Raven Theatre, applaud all they’ve achieved and appreciate what Cody Estle has brought to the table.

Much as their work has entertained and enriched me over the past two decades, I expect it to do so for years to come.

But this Sundown was a letdown.

Monday, October 07, 2019

Mane Attraction: Aston Rep's Staging of 'Equus' is a Darkly Engaging Ride -- Chicago Theater Review

Theater Reviews

Equus
by Peter Shaffer
Aston Rep Theatre Company
at The Edge Theater, Chicago
Thru October 27
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Aston Rep’s production of Equus represents everything local theater should be.

No, I didn’t quite award it a full @@@@@ on my Seth Saith scale, because there were aspects of Peter Shaffer’s Tony-winning 1973 play that frankly confounded me on an initial viewing.

So I can't purport to have been “perfectly” engrossed, enriched, enlightened or even entertained.

Still, I was delighted to have been indoctrinated to a classic of the theatrical canon—for such a famed title, Equus doesn’t seem to be staged all that often—and can’t readily perceive a more solid introduction.

Within Aston Rep’s nifty new Broadway home at the Edge Theater—OK, not that Broadway, but Chicago’s namesake street at Bryn Mawr—Jeremiah Barr’s set design is simple but striking.

Photo credit on all: Emily Schwartz
And under the direction of Derek Bertelsen, the acting—led by Sean William Kelly and Rian Jairell—is superb throughout.

Based on a real incident that Shaffer had heard about and then dramatized in an attempt to somehow comprehend it, Equus—the name comes from the Latin word for horse—takes place in Southern England, ostensibly in the early 1970s when it was written.

Dr. Martin Dysert (well-played here by Jairell), a psychiatrist at a mental hospital, is convinced by a court magistrate (the always superb Alexandra Bennett) to take on the case of 17-year-old Alan Strang (Kelly, who is terrific).

In this "case," that word has not only psychiatric connotations, but also suggests a detective's investigation, as Shaffer's shrewd script blends introspective psychological drama with the sensibilities of a mystery thriller.

Quite heinously, Alan—who has been working, seemingly rather adroitly, as a stable hand—has blinded six horses with a spike.

Speaking not only to the young man but also to his highly religious mother (Julie Partyka), atheist father (Robert Tobin) and about a young female co-worker and paramour (Malia Hu), Dr. Dysert tries to ascertain why Alan did what he did.

Clearly, the psychological reasons, which seem to have religious, sexual and parental underpinnings and more, aren't obvious, and part of the mastery of Equus comes in depicting how the shrink's professional faith gets shaken.

I don't need to reveal any more of the narrative, and as I referenced above, there were parts of the 2-act play I didn't really understand as I watched, at face value or even to the varying depths Shaffer undeniably takes things. (A post-show perusal of the synopsis on Wikipedia didn't greatly clarify everything.)

I tend to believe this means Equus is an even better play than I appreciated, and even with my confusion, its inherent quality was quite clear and abundant.

So I wouldn't mind seeing it again at some point, or maybe the 1977 film adaptation.

But especially for just $20, or even less via discounters HotTix, Goldstar and TodayTix, anyone who loves dramatic theater should relish the opportunity to see this production.

Over the last several years, Aston Rep has become my favorite storefront theater in Chicago, and now in an even more comfortable storefront, Equus stands with the best work I've seen them do.

Be forewarned that the show employs English accents--they waver a bit but are perfectly understandable--and contains some male nudity.

Neither is a reason to stay away, and even if you don't get to much theater, the combination of quality, setting and price point make this a perfect selection for which to saddle up. 

Tuesday, October 01, 2019

The Whole of the Moon: Showcasing Fine New Songs + Old Gems, The Waterboys Continue to Grow With the Flow -- Chicago Concert Review

Concert Review

The Waterboys
Old Town School of Folk Music
September 29, 2019
5:00pm performance
(also played at 8:00)
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1991-92 was a pivotal period for expanding my love of rock music. 

I’m old enough to have become a fan in the late-70s, and my high school and college years in the 1980s certainly bolstered the foundation.

As I moved to Los Angeles in early 1990, where I would stay until the end of 1992, I took with me an abiding love of many greats, including Bruce Springsteen, David Bowie, Elton John, Rush, John Mellencamp, Eric Clapton and U2, all of whom I would see live in that stretch.

But with the escalation of “alternative rock” and advent of grunge, I furthered my fandom of R.E.M., the Replacements and Elvis Costello—at one point in L.A. I bought all of his existing CDs—and was introduced to many enduring favorites. Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Dinosaur Jr., The Pixies, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jane’s Addiction, The Lemonheads, Soul Asylum, Screaming Trees and more.

A bit oddly to me now, I don’t think I ever heard of the Smashing Pumpkins while in L.A., but did come to know, love and see Chicago’s Material Issue. 

It probably took a couple more years for me to acclimate to Soundgarden and Nine Inch Nails or appreciate Bob Mould, Depeche Mode and The Cure, but although my fandom has now largely ebbed, I expressly recall being turned onto the Goo Goo Dolls.

And likely sometime in 1991, I believe it was a co-worker at Kinko’s—where I worked part-time—who introduced me to The Waterboys.

My exploration started with The Best of the Waterboys 81–90, a compilation released in ’91 that I still find impeccable.

Led by Scottish singer/songwriter/guitarist Mike Scott, a literate, verbose and ambitious songwriter weaned on The Clash, Patti Smith and Bruce Springsteen among others, during the 1980s the Waterboys initially had a “big music” sound along the anthemic lines of British Isles contemporaries like U2, Big Country and the Alarm.

From this early era, I absolutely love “The Whole of the Moon” and several other terrific songs that extend beyond the “Best of” album I first knew.

And with ace fiddler Steve Wickham joining the band in 1985, the Waterboys delightfully delved into traditional Irish folk, best exemplified on 1988’s Fisherman’s Blues.

Lineups have changed over the years, Scott did some solo work and I can’t say I’ve ardently explored all of their albums.

But I first saw The Waterboys live in 2002, was delighted to catch them again in 2015 and happy I was able to get a ticket to the first of their two sold-out shows on Sunday at Chicago’s great Old Town School of Music.

With Wickham still accompanying Scott, the now 5-piece Waterboys began the 5pm show with “When Ye Go Away” from Fisherman’s Blues, followed by that album’s title track.

From there, the bulk of the setlist—what’s posted isn’t exact—came from three albums the Waterboys hav released since 2015: Modern Blues, Out of All This Blue and this year’s Where the Action Is

While this meant eschewing several early gems I would love to have heard—“Don’t Bang the Drum,” “All the Things She Gave Me,” “Church Not Made of Hands,” “This is the Sea,” among them—the show didn’t suffer much for it.

It was nice to note that Scott—whose voice sounded great—remains a fertile and imaginative songwriter and from his tribute to Mick Jones of the Clash, “London Mick” to the rollicking “Rosalind (You Married the Wrong Guy)” to the plaintive “In My Time on Earth,” there was much great music to be heard.

And it was truly a joy to hear the band’s first single “A Girl Called Johnny” and, the show closer, the wondrous “The Whole of the Moon.”

Probably due to the need to clear the auditorium for the second show at 8:00pm, we didn’t hear the Waterboys’ fine cover of Prince’s “Purple Rain” as the next crowd did, but it seems they didn’t get a cover of Stones’ “Dead Flowers,” which was a lot of fun.

Along with Wickham, onstage were drummer Ralph Salmins, bassist Aongus Ralston and wildman keyboardist Brother Paul Brown, whose fun backstory fueled the song “Nashville, Tennessee.”

The erudite Scott cited Brown’s love of KISS and told of his own nearly missing—on separate occasions—meeting three of the Beatles. I also enjoyed his story leading into the song “Santa Fe.”

So in terms of music, old and new, plus engaging audience interaction and a good bit of onstage fun,
it was a thoroughly entertaining concert in a great setting, running nearly 2 hours.

 As noted above, I didn’t even get into the Waterboys until after they had produced a lot of their best music, and I’ve still been a fan for nearly 30 years.

They haven’t constantly remained top of mind, but I’m grateful that they continue to flow through my existence.