The Hollow Lands
Steep Theatre Co.
Chicago, Illinois
July 30, 2009
Boy meets girl and falls in love. Simple, right? Not the way The Hollow Lands tells a love story. Irish immigrant boy meets girl, who previously had been held in captivity by Indians is permanently marked with facial tattoos, and did I mention she’s married? Okay, so now we’ve got a tale of two young lovers smitten who finally get together… end of story? Not by a long shot! It’s only the end of Act I! The Hollow Lands is a tapestry of complicated characters dealing with issues of the times: 1815-1857. Social class, slavery, women’s inequality, Indian persecution, cults, redemption, salvation, true freedom, this well-paced performance gives the audience an entertaining history lesson.
The mega talented cast energetically delivered scuffles and monologues dripping in blood and passion. A few standouts were Michael Salinas equally hilarious with an ejaculation prayerful rant to uttering just a few words as a woodsman. Yosh Hayashi portrayed Hayes as a drunken but likable asshole in his search for true freedom and Eden. Hayashi’s physicality of his zealous performance left me exhausted after three hours. I imagine Yosh spends the 21 hours between performances sleeping! And speaking of 21 hours, Boyd Harris was charming as Danny but the real nod out goes to his mother. Mrs. Harris told us she was attending her 7th performance. Boyd, your mama loves you!
For a small production company that I had never heard of, Steep began its seduction from the moment I arrived. The concrete mosaic welcome mat of the logo beckoned me to take a chance and fall in love because Steep was in it for the long haul. Cheerfully painted lobby, candle lit bathroom, but I knew I was truly smitten when the ticket guy passed out Milano cookies right before the third act. Girl meets theatre company and falls in love… end of story? I’m no Mrs. Harris but I’ll definitely be back for the next Steep production.
My playdate for the evening, Tom, described the performance as brutal, epic, and tragic.
Waiting for the Show
Because we were in his hood, Tom took me to one of his favorite haunts: Sabaidee, 5359 N. Broadway. I’ll admit I had preconceived notions from Tom’s description of “great Cambodian food “and “cheap”. My thoughts of dingy and dank disappeared immediately when I walked into the brightly lit, friendly ambiance of this Cambodian-Vietnamese restaurant. Even better, the owner waited on us. And even though Tom had recently returned from Viet Nam, he opted for the owner's suggestion of Combo 1 (beef, sticky rice, and papaya salad). The owner chose Kao Poon Gai Soup for me. I loved the spicy curry flavor with chicken and rice noodles. Although I could never verbally request it, if I saw it on a menu, I would definitely point order it.
Because it was a school night and I had just lived through forty years of history in three hours, I decided against my usual nightcap. Instead, I flagged down the 146 right outside the theatre and was transported from the wild, unknown territory of the Berwyn stop to my native quiet Lakeview homestead. There wasn’t any more gunfire or blood shed in my presence that night but riding the CTA that close to midnight always lends itself to the possibility.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Our Future Metropolis: Did Chicago follow the Plan?
Our Future Metropolis
Lookingglass Theatre
Chicago, Illinois
July 21, 2009
Having experienced traffic coming to a complete halt on the Kennedy, Red Line and the lakefront bike path, I’ve often asked myself “whose brilliant idea was this?” Tuesday night, I got some insight to that question. “One man show” describes Our Future Metropolis as a production and the content. Raymond Fox portrayed Daniel Burnham (1846-1912) presenting his “Plan of Chicago” in a lecture hall format. Accompanied by “lantern slides” illustrating the vision, Burnham encourages his audience to rally to make Chicago the next Paris. The Lookingglass Theatre building, aka 1871 fire survivor, was the perfect backdrop to transport the audience back in time to 1909.
Since reading "Devil in the White City" is the foundation for my limited Chicago history knowledge, what worked best for me was the addition of a panel discussion following the show. Community experts in city planning and Burnham’s “Plan of Chicago” joined director John Musial and Raymond Fox on stage for a Q&A. To add to the nostalgia, Daniel Burnham V was also present to field questions from the audience. Although 2016 Olympic discussions were alive with cynicism, I was most intrigued to learn there are plans to extend the lakefront parks in the near future. And even more fascinating to me, that there is a Chicago 2040 Plan being developed. I don’t know what I’m doing in 2010 or even this weekend. It amazes me that a group of people are currently making decisions that will affect my life in 30+ years. My mom will be so pleased that there is indeed A PLAN.
If anything, the evening left me with more questions than answers: was the lagoon plan partially completed? Did the rebel rouser Montgomery Ward really preserve the lakefront? Is Daniel Burnham V single? Will I be able to see 2016 Olympic tennis matches from my condo? Does Chicago 2040 provide discounted senior packages?
My Chicago native sidekick, Bill shared that his evening’s ah-ha moment was learning that the “Plan of Chicago” was connected to social order with a strong motivation for a better society.
WAITING FOR THE SHOW
Before heading downtown, we stopped for a bite at my neighborhood fave, Bilger’s. With new ownership pending at Bilger’s, I’m trying to get in as many meals as possible before its Lakeview departure. I also heard tonight’s cuisine was the result of a visiting chef but my meal wasn’t anything I hadn’t had before. Still, I do love when the owners pour a nice glass of petite syrah and sit down to discuss the latest gossip.
Where better to toast the “Plan of Chicago” than from the 96th floor of the Hancock? Sure, it’s pricey. And it’s packed with tourists from foreign lands, most notably Aurora. Plus, the décor and lighting is tired and unflattering. And when asked for input on the great turkey club –guacamole debate, the server, mistaking us for suburbanites, responded with “the turkey is a sandwich and the other is a dip.” All that to the side, the view is magnificent! THE plan, A plan, SOME plan is working because looking out the windows to see the old/new Sears/Willis Tower and the lighted brilliant majesty of Chicago, I fell in love all over again with my adopted hometown. Well done, Mr. Burnham (Mr. Bennett, Mr. Ward, etc), well done!
Lookingglass Theatre
Chicago, Illinois
July 21, 2009
Having experienced traffic coming to a complete halt on the Kennedy, Red Line and the lakefront bike path, I’ve often asked myself “whose brilliant idea was this?” Tuesday night, I got some insight to that question. “One man show” describes Our Future Metropolis as a production and the content. Raymond Fox portrayed Daniel Burnham (1846-1912) presenting his “Plan of Chicago” in a lecture hall format. Accompanied by “lantern slides” illustrating the vision, Burnham encourages his audience to rally to make Chicago the next Paris. The Lookingglass Theatre building, aka 1871 fire survivor, was the perfect backdrop to transport the audience back in time to 1909.
Since reading "Devil in the White City" is the foundation for my limited Chicago history knowledge, what worked best for me was the addition of a panel discussion following the show. Community experts in city planning and Burnham’s “Plan of Chicago” joined director John Musial and Raymond Fox on stage for a Q&A. To add to the nostalgia, Daniel Burnham V was also present to field questions from the audience. Although 2016 Olympic discussions were alive with cynicism, I was most intrigued to learn there are plans to extend the lakefront parks in the near future. And even more fascinating to me, that there is a Chicago 2040 Plan being developed. I don’t know what I’m doing in 2010 or even this weekend. It amazes me that a group of people are currently making decisions that will affect my life in 30+ years. My mom will be so pleased that there is indeed A PLAN.
If anything, the evening left me with more questions than answers: was the lagoon plan partially completed? Did the rebel rouser Montgomery Ward really preserve the lakefront? Is Daniel Burnham V single? Will I be able to see 2016 Olympic tennis matches from my condo? Does Chicago 2040 provide discounted senior packages?
My Chicago native sidekick, Bill shared that his evening’s ah-ha moment was learning that the “Plan of Chicago” was connected to social order with a strong motivation for a better society.
WAITING FOR THE SHOW
Before heading downtown, we stopped for a bite at my neighborhood fave, Bilger’s. With new ownership pending at Bilger’s, I’m trying to get in as many meals as possible before its Lakeview departure. I also heard tonight’s cuisine was the result of a visiting chef but my meal wasn’t anything I hadn’t had before. Still, I do love when the owners pour a nice glass of petite syrah and sit down to discuss the latest gossip.
Where better to toast the “Plan of Chicago” than from the 96th floor of the Hancock? Sure, it’s pricey. And it’s packed with tourists from foreign lands, most notably Aurora. Plus, the décor and lighting is tired and unflattering. And when asked for input on the great turkey club –guacamole debate, the server, mistaking us for suburbanites, responded with “the turkey is a sandwich and the other is a dip.” All that to the side, the view is magnificent! THE plan, A plan, SOME plan is working because looking out the windows to see the old/new Sears/Willis Tower and the lighted brilliant majesty of Chicago, I fell in love all over again with my adopted hometown. Well done, Mr. Burnham (Mr. Bennett, Mr. Ward, etc), well done!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
LONESOME LOSERS OF THE NIGHT: The Big "L"
Lonesome Losers of the Night
Theo Ubique Theatre Company
Theatre on the Lake at Fullerton
Chicago
July 10, 2009
Sans the singing, a bartender pushing shots while two drunks fight over a whore sounds like any Saturday night at Jacqueline’s. Lonesome Losers of the Night has 21 songs. I know because I counted them down in anticipation of the end.
Losers is more of a music revue than a musical. After every song, the rhythm of the experience is broken for the audience to applaud. This is my ongoing pet peeve with this type of theatre experience. I want to clap at the end in admiration of a talented cast and wonderful script. Maybe at intermission, even if I don’t like the first act, as my way of cheerleading the cast into a better second half. Of course, I love to spontaneously burst out in applause at a powerfully magnificent aria flawlessly delivered. But after every song, come on that’s like a dog wanting a treat every time it sits up. I sit up all the time, where’s my treat?
The cast itself was great. Led by my newest crush Chris Damiano (Che in Evita), the singers were beautifully soulful. Their piano accompanist, Joshua Stephen Kartes, masterfully and entertainingly became a fifth character with his passionate performance. My issue was the material. Too many songs and no script! Sure I think the inane moments of my life would be prettier sung with a great piano accompanist. But in reality, who wants to hear it? And be coerced into applauding it?
Bottom line what does a French guy know about a wharf bar in Amsterdam anyway? Jacques, there’s a reason why what happens at the wharf, stays at the wharf. My advice is to skip Lonesome Losers of the Night opt instead for Jacqueline’s! If you really want singing, and who doesn’t , bring cash for the jukebox.
Sharing the sultry and sweaty experience at Theatre on the Lake, my playmates had this to say: Birthday boy Scott thought lyrical, emotional and repetitive. Dick described it as long bartender songs.
WAITING FOR THE SHOW
Before the show, we ate at Sushi-X at 543 W. Diversey. We strategized that our early dinner plans fell perfectly into the happy hour: ½ price rolls zone. Unfortunately, we found out on arrival that you can only be “happy” Sunday through Wednesday. If not “happy”, we were certainly content with the quick, friendly service and tasty rolls. The Godzilla lived up to its name and I had trouble eating it attractively. First ever, we ordered and enjoyed a crab ragoon roll. Turning crab ragoon into sushi certainly allows the diner to pretend it’s healthier. Kudos on that idea, Sushi-X!
Having watched the cast down more than a dozen shots each during the show, I left the theatre all boozed out. We decided to bathe in ice cream to beat the heat. Windy City Sweets, 3308 N. Broadway, is the perfect spot for such indulgence. Dick estimated $10 million in ice cream and candy inventory. Scott and I think he may be delusional but agreed that they did have a Willie Wonka like selection.
I biked past Jacqueline’s, 3420 N. Broadway, on the way home. I’m certain I saw Greg pushing shots to several drunks and counted more than a handful of whores. I almost stopped but hey it wasn’t Saturday!
Theo Ubique Theatre Company
Theatre on the Lake at Fullerton
Chicago
July 10, 2009
Sans the singing, a bartender pushing shots while two drunks fight over a whore sounds like any Saturday night at Jacqueline’s. Lonesome Losers of the Night has 21 songs. I know because I counted them down in anticipation of the end.
Losers is more of a music revue than a musical. After every song, the rhythm of the experience is broken for the audience to applaud. This is my ongoing pet peeve with this type of theatre experience. I want to clap at the end in admiration of a talented cast and wonderful script. Maybe at intermission, even if I don’t like the first act, as my way of cheerleading the cast into a better second half. Of course, I love to spontaneously burst out in applause at a powerfully magnificent aria flawlessly delivered. But after every song, come on that’s like a dog wanting a treat every time it sits up. I sit up all the time, where’s my treat?
The cast itself was great. Led by my newest crush Chris Damiano (Che in Evita), the singers were beautifully soulful. Their piano accompanist, Joshua Stephen Kartes, masterfully and entertainingly became a fifth character with his passionate performance. My issue was the material. Too many songs and no script! Sure I think the inane moments of my life would be prettier sung with a great piano accompanist. But in reality, who wants to hear it? And be coerced into applauding it?
Bottom line what does a French guy know about a wharf bar in Amsterdam anyway? Jacques, there’s a reason why what happens at the wharf, stays at the wharf. My advice is to skip Lonesome Losers of the Night opt instead for Jacqueline’s! If you really want singing, and who doesn’t , bring cash for the jukebox.
Sharing the sultry and sweaty experience at Theatre on the Lake, my playmates had this to say: Birthday boy Scott thought lyrical, emotional and repetitive. Dick described it as long bartender songs.
WAITING FOR THE SHOW
Before the show, we ate at Sushi-X at 543 W. Diversey. We strategized that our early dinner plans fell perfectly into the happy hour: ½ price rolls zone. Unfortunately, we found out on arrival that you can only be “happy” Sunday through Wednesday. If not “happy”, we were certainly content with the quick, friendly service and tasty rolls. The Godzilla lived up to its name and I had trouble eating it attractively. First ever, we ordered and enjoyed a crab ragoon roll. Turning crab ragoon into sushi certainly allows the diner to pretend it’s healthier. Kudos on that idea, Sushi-X!
Having watched the cast down more than a dozen shots each during the show, I left the theatre all boozed out. We decided to bathe in ice cream to beat the heat. Windy City Sweets, 3308 N. Broadway, is the perfect spot for such indulgence. Dick estimated $10 million in ice cream and candy inventory. Scott and I think he may be delusional but agreed that they did have a Willie Wonka like selection.
I biked past Jacqueline’s, 3420 N. Broadway, on the way home. I’m certain I saw Greg pushing shots to several drunks and counted more than a handful of whores. I almost stopped but hey it wasn’t Saturday!
Friday, July 3, 2009
Graceland: Not Elvis' Final Resting Stop
GRACELAND
Extended through August 16th
Profiles Theatre
4147 N. Broadway
July 2, 2009
Buying the house a round and going home and shooting himself. It’s hard to imagine the humor in that scenario. But it’s that mystery of a father’s death that is the catalyst for Graceland’s witty dialogue about family dysfunction, love woes, and career confusion. I was swept up in the moments of the play. I want to quit my job and deliver edible arrangements. I want to get drunk and hit on men. I want to feel less lonely because a young thing thinks I’m beautiful. I was there but I wasn’t, so I could laugh… really hard.
Jackson Challinor did a marvelous job of playing a quirky, vulnerable teenager. (How old are you, Jackson? Would it be a felony? But I could go for your dad too!) The dad, Darrell Cox, balancing perfectly an SNL wild and crazy guy meets Mike Brady. (Hey, the play is targeted for the 40’s crowd and so are my pop culture references.) Eric Burgher, as the dead guy’s son, delivers the most haunting line to his sister: “Your jokes aren’t even funny.” Ouch, those words in a fight can never be taken back. Unfortunately, every time his sister, Cheryl Graeff, a dead ringer for Miranda, made a sexual advance, all I could think was “What about Steve?”
My favorite part was the Chicago references, like; Graceland cemetery, air and water show, R.J. Grunts, Marshall Fields and smoking ban. It created a lovely intimacy that made me want to find playwright Ellen Fairey and say “I live in Chicago too. We are so connected.” Probably the best compliment to Fairey’s tight script, the end came much too swiftly. But what else would you expect from a play set in a cemetery?
When asked to describe Graceland with three words, here are the responses from my seat mates… Joe: observant, dramedy and absorbing; Bill: funny, witty, humorous, familiar; Dick: Sorkinian, funny, actor-ish.
WAITING FOR THE SHOW
Having inaccurately judged the play’s locale, I suggested Jaiyen’s on Broadway, a sushi-thai-BYOB restaurant. Bill and I went for the old standby, crab rangoon – delicious. The venture into new territory, chive dumpling was a lesson learned. Jaiyen’s menu was promoting their seasonal sushi rolls to “beat the winter blues.” The menu might have been dated but the rolls proved tasty, especially the asparagus Christmas one. The service was quick and friendly. As one of their two tables, we were out the door in 45 minutes making my error in distance a non-issue.
Post show, we headed to Firefly on Halsted, always a cozy choice for a bite and drink later in the evening. Firefly has been around for a while and showing signs of decay. Bill reported the bathroom was dirty without paper towels or a working lock. For me, it’s the clientele transformation. It’s been Lincoln-park-afied, lots of Trixies. It makes me long for the boystown bar days when it was wall-to-wall good looking men with a sprinkling of the occasional fag hag. For a moment, I considered buying the house a round and going home and shooting myself in the head. Instead, I opted for the beignets with caramel sauce followed by only a momentary inkling of regret.
Extended through August 16th
Profiles Theatre
4147 N. Broadway
July 2, 2009
Buying the house a round and going home and shooting himself. It’s hard to imagine the humor in that scenario. But it’s that mystery of a father’s death that is the catalyst for Graceland’s witty dialogue about family dysfunction, love woes, and career confusion. I was swept up in the moments of the play. I want to quit my job and deliver edible arrangements. I want to get drunk and hit on men. I want to feel less lonely because a young thing thinks I’m beautiful. I was there but I wasn’t, so I could laugh… really hard.
Jackson Challinor did a marvelous job of playing a quirky, vulnerable teenager. (How old are you, Jackson? Would it be a felony? But I could go for your dad too!) The dad, Darrell Cox, balancing perfectly an SNL wild and crazy guy meets Mike Brady. (Hey, the play is targeted for the 40’s crowd and so are my pop culture references.) Eric Burgher, as the dead guy’s son, delivers the most haunting line to his sister: “Your jokes aren’t even funny.” Ouch, those words in a fight can never be taken back. Unfortunately, every time his sister, Cheryl Graeff, a dead ringer for Miranda, made a sexual advance, all I could think was “What about Steve?”
My favorite part was the Chicago references, like; Graceland cemetery, air and water show, R.J. Grunts, Marshall Fields and smoking ban. It created a lovely intimacy that made me want to find playwright Ellen Fairey and say “I live in Chicago too. We are so connected.” Probably the best compliment to Fairey’s tight script, the end came much too swiftly. But what else would you expect from a play set in a cemetery?
When asked to describe Graceland with three words, here are the responses from my seat mates… Joe: observant, dramedy and absorbing; Bill: funny, witty, humorous, familiar; Dick: Sorkinian, funny, actor-ish.
WAITING FOR THE SHOW
Having inaccurately judged the play’s locale, I suggested Jaiyen’s on Broadway, a sushi-thai-BYOB restaurant. Bill and I went for the old standby, crab rangoon – delicious. The venture into new territory, chive dumpling was a lesson learned. Jaiyen’s menu was promoting their seasonal sushi rolls to “beat the winter blues.” The menu might have been dated but the rolls proved tasty, especially the asparagus Christmas one. The service was quick and friendly. As one of their two tables, we were out the door in 45 minutes making my error in distance a non-issue.
Post show, we headed to Firefly on Halsted, always a cozy choice for a bite and drink later in the evening. Firefly has been around for a while and showing signs of decay. Bill reported the bathroom was dirty without paper towels or a working lock. For me, it’s the clientele transformation. It’s been Lincoln-park-afied, lots of Trixies. It makes me long for the boystown bar days when it was wall-to-wall good looking men with a sprinkling of the occasional fag hag. For a moment, I considered buying the house a round and going home and shooting myself in the head. Instead, I opted for the beignets with caramel sauce followed by only a momentary inkling of regret.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
EVITA: "Local girl makes good"
EVITA
Theo Ubique Theatre Company
No Exit Cafe
Chicago, Illinois
June 26, 2009
Dinner theatre conjures up certain images in anyone’s head. Sitting in the No Exit Café, some of those stereotypes were actualized: old people and bad food. Even in our forties, we were the youngsters in the crowd. My eggplant parmesan was tasty but almost pureed (perhaps intentional for the audience). Dick’s* meal looked like a TV dinner that wasn’t completely reheated. Get past dinner with the geriatric set and everything else falls into place like a well choreographed musical.
The no frills and intimate size of the cafe space are the ideal backdrop for this show. This is especially apparent in the canteen scene where I felt an urge to join the tango lessons on stage. The fourth wall disappears with the cast in dual roles as servers. Ensemble member, Anthony Apodaca (pictured here with me) was fabulous as a server, actor, singer and dancer. This experience is even more profound because you get a glimpse into the life of many talented and underpaid actors who wait so they can act. The tip at the end is for the wine service and a little “follow your dream” pocket money. (You’re right, Dick, we should have tipped more!)
I had never heard of the Theo Ubique Theatre Company until Evita swept at the 2009 Jeff Awards. Now, they are on my radar. Using all the right elements; intimate setting, talented cast, spectacular choreography, a live musical combo, Ubique produced an impressive theatre experience. Dick was enamored with Maggie “Evita” Portman who he thought was a look alike for Le Ann Rimes. (I said Natalie Maines from the Dixie Chicks.) My favorite part of the show was Chris Damiano playing Che. I fall hard for a man with a soulful voice combine it with a handsome face and put him in revolutionary fatigues and I’m a goner. I’m banking on “his beloved Rose” being a cocker spaniel. “..I love him and hope he loves me…”
Final note on the show from my evening’s theatre companion: Dick liked the music and thought the production was low budget with big impact.
Waiting for the Show
Experiencing the unpredictable timing of the CTA red line, we arrived express at the Morse stop thirty minutes early. Having extra time is pivotal to actually finding the theatre café which from the outside looks like a vacated space. It also allowed us to mix with the local homeless folks and get a drink at The Glenwood. Pear martinis were the perfect pre-curtain cocktail at this neighborhood joint.
Post show, we headed to my favorite wine bar, Marty’s. Marty’s is the upscale “Cheers” in my life located in Andersonville. The host greets me with a big hug, a “where have you been” and snaps his finger to get us immediately escorted to the patio. Feeling every bit the celebrity, I strut through the crowded bar waving at my favorite friendly bartenders. Although it’s the staff that keeps me coming back to Marty’s, the “new guy” serving on the patio would be the exception. When I order a glass of shiraz, he bluntly informs me that it’s awful and that I want the malbec (pronouncing it male beck). The “new guy” could certainly get some tips from Anthony on serving and acting like you enjoy it.
*This is his real name. He doesn’t need to be protected and certainly isn’t innocent.
Theo Ubique Theatre Company
No Exit Cafe
Chicago, Illinois
June 26, 2009
Dinner theatre conjures up certain images in anyone’s head. Sitting in the No Exit Café, some of those stereotypes were actualized: old people and bad food. Even in our forties, we were the youngsters in the crowd. My eggplant parmesan was tasty but almost pureed (perhaps intentional for the audience). Dick’s* meal looked like a TV dinner that wasn’t completely reheated. Get past dinner with the geriatric set and everything else falls into place like a well choreographed musical.
The no frills and intimate size of the cafe space are the ideal backdrop for this show. This is especially apparent in the canteen scene where I felt an urge to join the tango lessons on stage. The fourth wall disappears with the cast in dual roles as servers. Ensemble member, Anthony Apodaca (pictured here with me) was fabulous as a server, actor, singer and dancer. This experience is even more profound because you get a glimpse into the life of many talented and underpaid actors who wait so they can act. The tip at the end is for the wine service and a little “follow your dream” pocket money. (You’re right, Dick, we should have tipped more!)
I had never heard of the Theo Ubique Theatre Company until Evita swept at the 2009 Jeff Awards. Now, they are on my radar. Using all the right elements; intimate setting, talented cast, spectacular choreography, a live musical combo, Ubique produced an impressive theatre experience. Dick was enamored with Maggie “Evita” Portman who he thought was a look alike for Le Ann Rimes. (I said Natalie Maines from the Dixie Chicks.) My favorite part of the show was Chris Damiano playing Che. I fall hard for a man with a soulful voice combine it with a handsome face and put him in revolutionary fatigues and I’m a goner. I’m banking on “his beloved Rose” being a cocker spaniel. “..I love him and hope he loves me…”
Final note on the show from my evening’s theatre companion: Dick liked the music and thought the production was low budget with big impact.
Waiting for the Show
Experiencing the unpredictable timing of the CTA red line, we arrived express at the Morse stop thirty minutes early. Having extra time is pivotal to actually finding the theatre café which from the outside looks like a vacated space. It also allowed us to mix with the local homeless folks and get a drink at The Glenwood. Pear martinis were the perfect pre-curtain cocktail at this neighborhood joint.
Post show, we headed to my favorite wine bar, Marty’s. Marty’s is the upscale “Cheers” in my life located in Andersonville. The host greets me with a big hug, a “where have you been” and snaps his finger to get us immediately escorted to the patio. Feeling every bit the celebrity, I strut through the crowded bar waving at my favorite friendly bartenders. Although it’s the staff that keeps me coming back to Marty’s, the “new guy” serving on the patio would be the exception. When I order a glass of shiraz, he bluntly informs me that it’s awful and that I want the malbec (pronouncing it male beck). The “new guy” could certainly get some tips from Anthony on serving and acting like you enjoy it.
*This is his real name. He doesn’t need to be protected and certainly isn’t innocent.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
9 to 5: $120 Blockbuster Rental
Marquis Theatre
Times Square
New York, New York
June 20, 2009
Who hasn’t seen the movie 9 to 5? Apparently, the three leads, in the current Broadway production, each own a beta, VHS and DVD copy of it. Their performances mimic the original performances perfected on the silver screen by Lily Tomlin, Jane Fonda and Dolly Parton. Is it a problem? Not when you want to experience a big budget musical NYC style, entertain three teenagers and enjoy an amusing rerun.
Before the curtain rose, I wondered how a plot pre-dating the influences of Anita Hill, Alexis Colby and pant suits would transcend to 2009. It couldn’t so the producers smartly set it where it belonged back in 1979. A year established in the PLAYBILL and reinforced on stage with typewriters, bad hair and an egotistical, sexist, tyrannical boss. Like watching an episode of Seinfeld for the bazillionth time, I knew every punch line before it was uttered. But like spending the evening with a friend telling the same stories again, I could enjoy it accompanied by a lychee martini. And because it’s my dream to have a life moment actualized in a choreographed dance number in the parking lot of Treasurer Island, I liked the addition of songs and dance numbers.
Here’s the big speed bump, Allison Janney’s singing! I loved her in West Wing, American Beauty, Juno, and Away We Go. She’s proven her extensive range from drama to comedy. (Come on, Al, be happy with that and four Emmys! Save your singing for the car or karaoke night) Although to Janney’s defense, Lily Tomlin probably would have sang it exactly the same way.
Who hasn’t seen the movie 9 to 5? Apparently, out of my five theatre companions, only Steve and me had actually viewed the movie and really only I remembered it.
Final words from the second row of the mezzanine: Mike – “9 to 5 gets a 10,” Ashley – “girls rule,” Michael – “cute, fun, entertaining,” Abby – “big boobs rode Texas backwards,” and Steve – “I liked the songs and dance numbers best in the movie!”
Waiting for the show
Ruby Foo’s in Times Square was a great stop for sushi and a drink pre-curtain. Decorated in Mah-jong tiles and Japanese lanterns, the atmosphere is a little Asian oasis to the bustling hordes of people walking and sitting in a makeshift pedestrian mall steps from the door. A word of warning: don’t forget to sign your credit card receipt or they will track you down via your friend’s cell. If your friend is anybody like Steve, you know this moment will become a joke with a longer run than Cats.
After being overly stimulated by the techno light show of advertisements and the naked cowboy in Times Square, a nightcap at the Rainbow Room for the view is a perfect plan. Unfortunately, it no longer exists as we found out. The historic Rainbow Room has cut its hours and is closing for good on Sunday. So, instead of being on top of The Rock, we went below street level and had a ginger martini in the plaza. Even if the server is a little bitchy, tip 20%... people need to pay rent and NYC is expensive!
Times Square
New York, New York
June 20, 2009
Who hasn’t seen the movie 9 to 5? Apparently, the three leads, in the current Broadway production, each own a beta, VHS and DVD copy of it. Their performances mimic the original performances perfected on the silver screen by Lily Tomlin, Jane Fonda and Dolly Parton. Is it a problem? Not when you want to experience a big budget musical NYC style, entertain three teenagers and enjoy an amusing rerun.
Before the curtain rose, I wondered how a plot pre-dating the influences of Anita Hill, Alexis Colby and pant suits would transcend to 2009. It couldn’t so the producers smartly set it where it belonged back in 1979. A year established in the PLAYBILL and reinforced on stage with typewriters, bad hair and an egotistical, sexist, tyrannical boss. Like watching an episode of Seinfeld for the bazillionth time, I knew every punch line before it was uttered. But like spending the evening with a friend telling the same stories again, I could enjoy it accompanied by a lychee martini. And because it’s my dream to have a life moment actualized in a choreographed dance number in the parking lot of Treasurer Island, I liked the addition of songs and dance numbers.
Here’s the big speed bump, Allison Janney’s singing! I loved her in West Wing, American Beauty, Juno, and Away We Go. She’s proven her extensive range from drama to comedy. (Come on, Al, be happy with that and four Emmys! Save your singing for the car or karaoke night) Although to Janney’s defense, Lily Tomlin probably would have sang it exactly the same way.
Who hasn’t seen the movie 9 to 5? Apparently, out of my five theatre companions, only Steve and me had actually viewed the movie and really only I remembered it.
Final words from the second row of the mezzanine: Mike – “9 to 5 gets a 10,” Ashley – “girls rule,” Michael – “cute, fun, entertaining,” Abby – “big boobs rode Texas backwards,” and Steve – “I liked the songs and dance numbers best in the movie!”
Waiting for the show
Ruby Foo’s in Times Square was a great stop for sushi and a drink pre-curtain. Decorated in Mah-jong tiles and Japanese lanterns, the atmosphere is a little Asian oasis to the bustling hordes of people walking and sitting in a makeshift pedestrian mall steps from the door. A word of warning: don’t forget to sign your credit card receipt or they will track you down via your friend’s cell. If your friend is anybody like Steve, you know this moment will become a joke with a longer run than Cats.
After being overly stimulated by the techno light show of advertisements and the naked cowboy in Times Square, a nightcap at the Rainbow Room for the view is a perfect plan. Unfortunately, it no longer exists as we found out. The historic Rainbow Room has cut its hours and is closing for good on Sunday. So, instead of being on top of The Rock, we went below street level and had a ginger martini in the plaza. Even if the server is a little bitchy, tip 20%... people need to pay rent and NYC is expensive!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
THE WALLS: Some Crazy Shit
Rivendell Theatre Ensemble
The Walls
May 17 - June 20, 2009
The Steppenwolf Garage
1624 N. Halsted
The Walls experiencing the treatment of mental illness through history. So many things worked for me in this production from the start, walking through a gallery of colorful paintings in juxtaposition with entering the theatre and its stage of oversized stark white frames. A powerful cluttering of whispering in the beginning and ending of the play to mark the start and finish of one crazy ride. And the best part: the cast.
A strong cast with four out of the five main actors effectively translating crazy in each's own individual style. My fave had to be Meighan Gerachis playing the artist Virginia. In a pivotal scene, Gerachis is dripping in sweat with lipstick schmeared. She delivers her crazy rant a few feet from my seat and I was uncomfortably fearful that she had indeed snapped and was coming through the fourth wall to allow death to imitate art. Next, Tara Mallen playing Alice was superb. A full range of crazy starting with a monologue suggesting Alice is an ordinary housewife with a temper that is not acceptable for the 1930's and ends with a lobotomized timid, confused robot. Playing Jane, Danica Ivancevic impressively physically transforms her face from pretty to distorted, crazy ugly in her portrayal of a "cutter" in the 1880's. I thoroughly enjoyed Mierka Girten as Lucy. Girten, as a modern day crazy, was most relatable. Everyone has a "Lucy" in their life. Someone who magically brings any party to life and ensures its a crazy fun time but who ultimately comes down in a messy implosion that needs to be cleaned up (little nod out to my good friend Taya!). I struggled with Lacy Katherine Campbell as the main character, Carrie. I'm not sure why. Was it played a little too screechy for my taste? Or was it because I didn't like the seemingly non-crazy character? Maybe I wasn't suppose to like Carrie. Or maybe in general I just like crazy people best.
The Walls: A tribute to the evolution of thought as women are committed to asylums for their noncompliant behavior over the decades. A disturbing premise, as throughout the play, I continued to ask myself "at what age would I have been first committed?"
Last words from my play sidekick: Bill describes The Walls as powerful and dark with strong acting.
Waiting For The Show
On a gorgeous Friday evening boasting 85 degree temps, we opted to dine al fresco at Bilgers. Bilgers is a neighborhood fave because of its private garden complete with a Japanese Maple and fresh herbs. There is a limited view of activity on the sidewalk for people watching but the real draw here is the tranquil and comfortable feeling. One of the owners insisted I smell cuttings from his sage and thyme plants while the other ensured my wine glass was topped off. Although the french fries were soggy, I enjoyed my portion of the cheeseburger and who doesn't like $8 in coupons making the cost minimal?
Post show, we strolled down Halsted to The Black Duck. The Duck has a cozy, upscale lodge-look where we scored a table by open french doors in the front. Sipping a nice Malbec was a perfect way to recap the play and conclude the evening.
The Walls
May 17 - June 20, 2009
The Steppenwolf Garage
1624 N. Halsted
The Walls experiencing the treatment of mental illness through history. So many things worked for me in this production from the start, walking through a gallery of colorful paintings in juxtaposition with entering the theatre and its stage of oversized stark white frames. A powerful cluttering of whispering in the beginning and ending of the play to mark the start and finish of one crazy ride. And the best part: the cast.
A strong cast with four out of the five main actors effectively translating crazy in each's own individual style. My fave had to be Meighan Gerachis playing the artist Virginia. In a pivotal scene, Gerachis is dripping in sweat with lipstick schmeared. She delivers her crazy rant a few feet from my seat and I was uncomfortably fearful that she had indeed snapped and was coming through the fourth wall to allow death to imitate art. Next, Tara Mallen playing Alice was superb. A full range of crazy starting with a monologue suggesting Alice is an ordinary housewife with a temper that is not acceptable for the 1930's and ends with a lobotomized timid, confused robot. Playing Jane, Danica Ivancevic impressively physically transforms her face from pretty to distorted, crazy ugly in her portrayal of a "cutter" in the 1880's. I thoroughly enjoyed Mierka Girten as Lucy. Girten, as a modern day crazy, was most relatable. Everyone has a "Lucy" in their life. Someone who magically brings any party to life and ensures its a crazy fun time but who ultimately comes down in a messy implosion that needs to be cleaned up (little nod out to my good friend Taya!). I struggled with Lacy Katherine Campbell as the main character, Carrie. I'm not sure why. Was it played a little too screechy for my taste? Or was it because I didn't like the seemingly non-crazy character? Maybe I wasn't suppose to like Carrie. Or maybe in general I just like crazy people best.
The Walls: A tribute to the evolution of thought as women are committed to asylums for their noncompliant behavior over the decades. A disturbing premise, as throughout the play, I continued to ask myself "at what age would I have been first committed?"
Last words from my play sidekick: Bill describes The Walls as powerful and dark with strong acting.
Waiting For The Show
On a gorgeous Friday evening boasting 85 degree temps, we opted to dine al fresco at Bilgers. Bilgers is a neighborhood fave because of its private garden complete with a Japanese Maple and fresh herbs. There is a limited view of activity on the sidewalk for people watching but the real draw here is the tranquil and comfortable feeling. One of the owners insisted I smell cuttings from his sage and thyme plants while the other ensured my wine glass was topped off. Although the french fries were soggy, I enjoyed my portion of the cheeseburger and who doesn't like $8 in coupons making the cost minimal?
Post show, we strolled down Halsted to The Black Duck. The Duck has a cozy, upscale lodge-look where we scored a table by open french doors in the front. Sipping a nice Malbec was a perfect way to recap the play and conclude the evening.
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