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Are writer and his wife in danger of losing it? Nah

By Woody Weingarten

Granddaughter’s front teeth rank low on columnist’s list of worrisome lost items. Photo: Woody Weingarten.

My wife keeps me busy by endlessly assigning me unwanted tasks.

Like finding her lost cell phone.

And umbrellas.

My search parties are mobilized weekly.

Not long ago Nancy phoned from downtown San Anselmo while walking our little white rescue mutt.

No, she hadn’t misplaced our biodegradable poop bags.

“Please come and rescue me,” she wailed. “I’ve lost my keys again.”

I scoured virtually every inch of her trail — Creek and Inspiration parks, block after block of San Anselmo Avenue, the lawn of Town Hall.

I pushed aside foliage where Kismet had deposited some stinky stuff and Nancy had bent over to collect it. I checked each early-blooming flower, each parked vehicle. I kicked aside fallen leaves that had accumulated at curbside.

I stopped counting at 1,439,574.

Diddly squat.

Happily, a young lad found the keys soon after we’d retreated to our home. He turned them into the police, whom we’d been smart enough to notify.

Losing this ‘n’ that has for sure become too habitual for both of us.

As well as for a slew of our aging friends.

On a whim, Nancy and I crafted a list — and noticed that losing something isn’t necessarily bad.

When she partially lost her hearing, for instance, she could no longer hear my snoring.

And when I lost my taste for alcohol, weed and Pall Malls, she — not to mention my liver and lungs — was grateful.

Losses also can fill our mental safety deposit box of anecdotes.

Nancy once got a Jaguar tour of the Civic Center parking lots when she coaxed a young attorney into helping her locate her vanished Camry by pleading, “Pretend I’m your mother.”

Then, of course, there’s the negative side of the ledger.

Topping my list of worrisome recent disappearances is my diminished eyesight, abetted by cataracts.

To counteract my growing anxiety, I’ve stooped to regularly kissing the rings of Kaiser Permanente ophthalmologists and optometrists in San Rafael.

At the bottom of my list of worries are my granddaughter’s missing and wiggly baby teeth. I’d be willing to bet the 8-year-old doesn’t believe in the Tooth Fairy anymore but firmly believes in the five-dollar bill she gets for slipping a tooth under her pillow.

Lost through inflation along the way has been the value of a buck. I used to give my kids a quarter. And I felt no deprivation whatsoever even though my parents stiffed me completely.

Some losses undeniably are permanent.

My underwear somehow evaporated in Europe, for example, while quick drying on a wine rack.

Nancy’s luck with AWOL clothing is infinitely better. A hotel employee once took the trouble to mail her back an unwashed, wrinkled nightgown from a Bahamas vacation.

But the truth is, my wife doesn’t fret in advance about losing things.

That’s mainly because she strongly believes in karma and always returns what she finds.

I can verify this fantastical account about a wallet she found: When she called the owner to inform her about it, the woman was dining with Nancy’s dermatologist.

Finding is, naturally, the flip side of losing.

My 75-year-old wife recently unearthed an old, old, old supposedly lost outfit in the way-back of her closet.

She wore it just for giggles while strolling with Kismet in Fairfax one evening. A woman she didn’t know approached her just to say, “What a magnificent vintage dress.”

Without losing a beat, Nancy answered, “Thanks. It goes with the face and body — I’m vintage too.”

Losing things is hardly a new experience for us.

In fact, my wife and I wrote a song called “Lost It Blues” for our unproduced musical revue, “Touching Up the Gray.” And we’re still living out the lyrics, despite having composed the piece 16 years ago.

“I’ve lost 2 billion pens, 3 dozen pinky rings

“Over the last 40 or 50 years.

“And where’s the car I just parked

“With all its dings.

“I’ve lost count of what I’ve lost.

“It’s so embarrassing.”

But the song ends on a more serious note by referring to what we both consider our biggest loss — our youth:

“Time is irretrievable,

“It is unbelievable

“I had time on my hands,

“But now it’s lost.”

Contact Woody Weingarten at voodee@sbcglobal.net or check out his blog at www.vitalitypress.com/

Duo musically spoofs romance, marriage and aging

By Woody Weingarten

[Woody’s [rating: 5]

Sandy Riccardi is an accomplished New York comedienne-actress.

Tall and attractive.

With a robust, polished singing voice.

Pianist Richard Riccardi has played with San Francisco’s symphony, opera and ballet companies — and accompanied Pinchas Zuckerman, Joel Grey and Diahann Carroll.

But he’s short and bald. And has a gravelly singing voice.

Yet he’s Sandy’s trophy husband.

She even sings an incomparable homage to his hairless head.

At Petaluma’s Cinnabar Theater recently, the pair presented a loving, charming cabaret act, “My Raunchy Valentine,” that made me laugh aloud often and feel good for 90 minutes.

Mostly, the rib-tickling diva vocalized and mugged.

Mostly, Richard played.

With tongue permanently implanted in cheek, and with lyrics that leaned toward the clever, they started with the downside of texting and tweeting (“you don’t quite care enough to call”) and ended with gallows humor from a Rodgers and Hart tune about serial husband-icide.

In between, they dealt with a “Southern girl’s mating call — ‘I can hardly taste the liquor,’” waggish fallout from forgetfulness and blame, and other comic pitfalls of the wrinkling process (with a pill-filled bottle doubling as a rhythm instrument).

I did find the “My Raunchy Valentine” title a touch misleading, though.

The Riccardi duo performed several tunes with double entendre after double entendre but its major focus was on the snags and snares of relationship.

They used their own as comedic fodder.

Sandy noted, in fact, that they total five marriages between them — and illustrated “Our Perfect Family” with a stage-length scroll featuring stick figures of the blended family (including three nurses from Fiji).

“He’s a glutton for punishment,” she noted of her husband. “I’m the third wife Richard has seen through menopause.”

The couple offered many original numbers, then interjected amusing parodies of such familiar ditties as “I Could Have Danced All Night,” “Memories” and “Cat’s in the Cradle.”

Twice, the pair — married six years with 4 million YouTube hits under their collective belt — paused the merriment to execute love ballads penned for each other. Once, Sandy apologized for being saccharine (“we were supposed to be anti-Hallmark”).

All in all, I found the show fluffy and fun.

And I definitely could relate to their occasional public expressions of love.

To continue our Valentine’s Day tradition, I’ve already purchased the hundreds of tiny candy hearts I’ll hide in my wife’s music books, desk drawers and medicine cabinet — and tuck into various clothes in her closet.

I know she’ll undoubtedly take similar liberties with my things.

And if the past is any indication, we’ll still be finding each other’s sugar treats for months and months. And smiling.

And that’s the way we like it. After all, we consider each other a trophy spouse.

Even though we, too, have five marriages between us.

“My Raunchy Valentine” was part of the Sunday concert series at Cinnabar, 3333 Petaluma Blvd. N., right off Hwy. 101, Petaluma. Upcoming shows in the series, all beginning at 7:30 p.m., include The Ring of Truth Trio on March 15, Red Hot Chachkas on April 19, Le Jazz Hot on May 17 and Amanacer Flamenco on June 14. Tickets: $15 to $30. Information: (707) 763-8920 or cinnabartheater.org.

Contact Woody Weingarten at voodee@sbcglobal.net or check out his blog at www.vitalitypress.com

Foothill spends ‘Sunday in the Park With George’

By Judy Richter

Foothill Music Theatre has taken on a major challenge by staging “Sunday in the Park With George.”

Stephen Sondheim’s music and lyrics always are tricky. There are design challenges, too, in this 1984 fictionalized account of the creation of French artist Georges Seurat’s monumental painting, translated as “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte.”

The first act in James Lapine’s book for the show takes place between 1884 and 1886, mostly on the island in the Seine near Paris as George (Tyler Bennett) paints his model/mistress, Dot (Katie Nix), other people and their surroundings. Other scenes take place in his studio as he continues to paint.

George is so absorbed in his work that he neglects Dot. Because he’s developing a new technique, his work baffles fellow artists. Even when Dot becomes pregnant with their daughter, Marie, he remains focused on his art, causing Dot to marry a kindly baker, Louis, (Michael Weiland), and go to America with him.

Act 2 takes place 100 years later in an American museum, probably the Art Institute of Chicago, where the painting hangs today. George’s great-grandson, also named George and played by Bennett, is displaying his latest creation, “Chromolume # 7,” a kind of light show, and trying to raise money for the next one during a reception. He’s accompanied by his grandmother, Marie, played by Nix.

Later, he goes to Le Grande Jatte in hopes of finding a new direction for his art.

Seurat experimented with color and light by using only 11 colors, no black. Instead of mixing them on his palette, he applied them in tiny dots so that the eyes would do the fusing. This technique came to be known as pointillism.

Inspired by Seurat, Sondheim orchestrated the work for 11 instruments and emulated pointillism with staccato notes in some songs, especially those George sings while painting. Throughout the score, Sondheim fans will recognize echoes of his earlier “Sweeney Todd” and foreshadowings of “Into the Woods.”

Musical director Dolores Duran-Cefalu, who conducts from the keyboard, uses a scaled-down orchestration for six other musicians, but it works well.

Bennett as George (Sergey Khalikulov appears in some performances) convincingly portrays his prickly personality and sings well.

Although Nix as Dot/Marie looks the part and acts well, she doesn’t blend well with Bennett in songs like the title song, “We Do Not Belong Together” and “Move On.”

Noteworthy in the strong supporting cast is Linda Piccone as his mother in Act 1 and an art critic in Act 2.

Many of the design challenges in this show radiate from the coup d’ theatre that ends Act 1. That’s when the cast and designs gradually move into place to recreate Seurat’s painting. Costume designer Robert Horek and lighting designer Michael Rooney play their parts well, as does scenic designer Bruce McLeod. However, FMT’s Lohman Theatre is perhaps too small to allow the audience to sit back far enough to get to full effect.

The show hasn’t been seen often locally. ACT presented the Bay Area premiere in 1986, followed by TheatreWorks in 1987 and again in 1999.

Patrons who aren’t familiar with the show or who want to learn about the cast are advised to arrive early to read that pertinent information in the lobby. Budget constraints presumably prevent FMT from providing it in the program.

Overall, though, director Milissa Carey, her colleagues (including choreographer Amanda Folena) and the performers have created an enjoyable production.

“Sunday in the Park With George” will continue through March 8 in the Lohman Theatre, Foothill College, 12345 El Monte Road, Los Altos. For tickets and information, call (650) 949-7360 or visit www.foothillmusicals.com.

 

NEWSIES rocks the Orpheum in San Francisco

By Kedar K. Adour

Dan DeLuca (Jack Kelly) (center) and the original North American Tour company of NEWSIES. ©Disney.
PHOTO BY: DEEN VAN MEER

NEWSIES: Musical. Book by Harvey Fierstein. Music by Alan Menken. Lyrics by Jack Feldman. Directed by Jeff Calhoun.  Disney Theatrical Productions, SHN Orpheum Theatre, 1192 Market St., San Francisco. 888-746-1799 or  www.shnsf.com. February 18 – March 15, 2015

NEWSIES rocks the Orpheum in San Francisco [rating:5]

If you are looking for a musical evening of fun, dancing, singing with a feel-good ending and a smidgen of social consciousness get thee hence to the Orpheum Theatre to see the sparkling, energetic Newsies.  Actually, it would be more than a smidgen of social consciousness since the plot of Newsies revolves around the New York City Newspaper delivery boys’ strike of 1899.

During the 1890s newspaper delivery was mainly accomplished by young boys (girls?) who paid 50 cents for 20 or so newspapers and then hawked them on the streets. In 1899, the city newspaper magnets, led by Joseph Pulitzer owner of “The New York World” bumped the price up to 60 cents (a 20% increase!) and no refund for unsold papers. The “Newsies” as they were called organized a rag-tag ‘union’ and went on strike, paralyzing the city. Those are, or as close to, the “bare-facts” in the musical.

The 1992 Disney movie “Newsies” was a commercial and critical flop even though Christian Bales played the lead of Jack Kelley the titular leader of the group. That movie now has cult status. The movie-turned-musical had its premier run at the Paper Mill Playhouse in New Jersey. By that time Alan Menken (music), Jack Feldman (lyrics) and Harvey Fierstein (book) were aboard and when it opened on Broadway in 2012 it won two Tony Awards and ran for two years. The road show of Newsies that opened last night at the Orpheum is Broadway quality all the way.

The show opens with the youthful, attractive, energetic ensemble performing dances on the stage apron and on three revolving metal frameworks with spectacular projected visuals of scenes from old New York. It wisely ends with a curtain call of the same caliber receiving a standing ovation.

Jack Kelley (a marvelous Dan DeLuca) is a 17-year-old runaway from a hell-hole called the “ Refuge” and thus is wanted by the police. He gets help from no-last-name Katherine (gorgeous dulcet voiced Stephanie Styles) a budding reporter to expose the inequities of the time in general and of the Newies in particular. They unite all the boroughs including the reticent Brooklyn boys. Now we have a classic pot-boiler story of boy-meets-girl from the upper class uniting to resolve worker injustice.

Pot-boiler be damned. The acrobatic staging by Jeff Calhoun keeps the action nonstop on Tobin Ost’s constantly moving set with Sven Orel’s projection adding a touch of class to the fine acting, singing and dancing of the cast.

The key roles of the youngsters include Zachary Sayle as the optimistic and limping Crutchie who adds a touch of pathos to the evening. Jacob Kemp as Davey, the intellect advising much need moderation does a great job morphing from a reluctant by-stander to able leader.  Audience favorite was nine-year-old Anthony Rosenthal (alternating with Vincent Crocilla) as Davey’s younger brother steals a few scenes. Picking out separate great performances by the fantastic ensemble is impossible as they propel themselves into all forms of athletic dancing/ballet movements.

 The adults hold their own and with full-bodied Angela Grovey as chanteuse Medda bringing the house down with “That’s Rich” in act one. Steve Blanchard handles the unenviable role of Joseph Pulitzer with authority and will have you wanting to give him a melodramatic boo!

You will not be leaving the theater humming any of the songs but they all are appropriate for a feel-good musical and may even want you desiring to join Jack on a trip to “Santa Fe.”

Running time 2 hours and 20 minutes with intermission. Highly recommended.

CAST STARRING: Dan Deluca (Jack Kelly); Steve Blanchard (Joseph Pulitzer); Stephanie Styles, (Katherine); Angela Grovey, (Medda Larkin); Jacob Kemp (Davey); Zachary Sayle, (Crutchie); Vincent Crocilla & Anthony Rosenthal (Les).

ENSEMBLE: Mark Aldrich, Josh Assor,evan Aijtio,bill Bateman,joshua Burrage,  Kevin Carolan,demarius Copes, Benjamin Cook, Julian Deguzman, Nico Dejesus,  Sky Flaherty, Michael Gorman, Jon Hacker,jeff Heimbrock, Stephen Hernandez,meredith Inglesby,molly Jobe, James Judy, Eric Jon Mahlum Michael Ryan,jordan Samuels, Jack Sippel, Melissa Steadman Hart, Andrew Wilson, Chaz Wolcott

ARTISTIC STAFF: Director, Jeff Calhoun; Music, Alan Menken; Lyrics, Jack Feldman; Book, Harvey Fierstein; based on the Disney film written by Bob Tzudiker and Noni White; Set designer, Tobin Ost; Costume designer, Jess Goldstein; Lighting designer: Jeff Croiter; Sound designer,  Ken Travis; Projection designer,  Sven Ortel (Adaptation by Daniel Brodie);

Kedar K. Adour, MD

Courtesy of www.theatreworldinternetmagazine.com

 

Print Publications

By Joe Cillo

My print publications going back to 1981 can now be accessed online at the following link.

http://michaelfergusonpublications.blogspot.com/

 

Topics include:

 

J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Alan Turing

Was Abraham Lincoln Gay?

Janusz Szuber, They Carry a Promise

William Carlos Williams

Jeffery Beam

John Rechy, City of Night

Kobo Abe, The Face of Another

Heinz Kohut, The Two Analyses of Mr. Z

Yves Saint Laurent

Poetry

Portraiture and Art

Photography as cultural history

Psychoanalysis as a Scientific Discipline

Adolph Grünbaum

Psychoanalytic Theory of Male Homosexuality

Multiple Personality and Hypnosis

History of sex laws in the United States

Gays in the U.S. military

Religion and sexual culture

Christianity and sexuality

The concept of sexual orientation

Lesbianism

Masculinity

Gender identity, cross dressing, and transsexuals or intersex

Japanese sexual culture

Arab sexual culture

Sexual culture of American Indian tribes

Gun control

 

 

The Bat – Elaborately staged at NTC by Clay David

By Flora Lynn Isaacson

THE BAT
Elaborately staged at NTC by Clay David

Novato Theater Company is currently presenting The Bat by Mary Roberts Rinehart and Avery Hopwood from February 8 through March 1, 2015.  It is directed by award-winning Director Clay David and produced by Sandi RubayThe Bat is a murder-mystery-thriller, originally set in 1927, but for this production it is 1954.

When wealthy Cornelia Von Gorder (Leslie Klor), along with her ditsy secretary Lizzy (Marilyn Hughes), rents an isolated mansion called Cedar Crest, having belonged to the Fleming family, she finds herself terrorized by mysterious circumstances.  Lizzy is sure it’s a ghost or the criminal “The Bat,” and the house mistress Willa (Siobhan O’Brien) agrees with them.

The audience and houseful of suspects (who all have reasons to lie), soon learn that only Jack Brooks (played by Director Clay David on the spot) is suspected of stealing money in the house and being secretly engaged to Dale (Arden Kilzer), Cornelia’s niece.  Then there is discovered the body of Ashley Fleming (Alison Sacha-Ross), the founder and owner of the bank and Cedar Crest.  Ashley had presumably been declared dead by Dr. Wells (Michael Walraven).

Everyone, including Fleming’s friend Reginald Beresford (Sumi Narendran) is trying to find the secret room where Cornelia is sure the stolen money is hidden.  Detective Anderson (John Conway) seems determined to disregard Cornelia’s amateur instincts and put down poor Lizzy.  Red herrings and wrong turns abound – though if you look for the not-so-obvious, you’ll have the answer.

Director Clay David was able to generate great acting performances from his talented cast.  This should certainly be a feather in his cap.  NTC is so lucky to have engaged such a talented Director.

The Set Designer, Michael Walraven, did a fabulous job of recreating the time-period, as did the Costume Designers Paula Aiello and Clay DavidBruce Vieira’s Sound Design enhanced the performance, as did Ellen Brooks’ Lighting Design.  Adrianne Goff managed the stage.

Performances are at the NTC Playhouse, 5420 Nave Drive, Suite C, Novato, and are held Fridays and Saturdays at 8 p.m. and Sundays at 2 p.m. through March 1st.  For tickets, call 415-883-4498 or go online at www.novatotheatercompany.org.

Coming up next at NTC will be Fiddler on the Roof, music by Jerry Bock, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick, and book by Joseph Stein, from March 26 through April 26, 2015.

Flora Lynn Isaacson

Photo by Wendell H. Wilson

Heroines at Sonoma State University’s Evert B Person Theater, Rohnert Park CA

By Greg & Suzanne Angeo, Uncategorized

Reviewed by Suzanne and Greg Angeo

Members, San Francisco Bay Area Theatre Critics Circle

Photos by David Papas

Death to the Invaders!

World Premiere of Intriguing, Uneven Heroines

Presented in its world premiere by the Sonoma State University Departments of Music, Theatre Arts and Dance, Heroines was conceived by instructors Lynn Morrow, who is the show’s Music Director, and Jane Erwin Hammett, who wrote the original script and provides new lyrics, stage direction and choreography. It features 20 selected pieces from classic operettas of the late 1800s and early 1900s that highlight the eternal battle of the sexes and the steady evolution of the role of women, perceived or real, in society.

Jenny, a character taken from Bertolt Brecht and Kurt Weill’s The Threepenny Opera, who as a prostitute has been abused countless times by men, serves as the pivot around which the other performers revolve. Some fictional, some mythical, some legendary (but none actual), these ladies are all seeking a way to empower themselves as individuals. The program draws heavily on numbers from Threepenny Opera, the likes of Gilbert and Sullivan, and Noel Coward.

Sarah Maxon as Mad Margaret

There are moments of brilliance courtesy of Sarah Maxon as Margaret, a mezzo-soprano with magnetic stage presence and light operatic skills, and soprano Allison Spencer as Eurydice, with amazing vocal control and range, possibly the best voice in the entire cast of 14. Both display formidable acting chops to boot. Also noteworthy is Nora Griffin in the role of Anna and Rodrigo Castillo as Man 1, with great voices and stage presence, talents that deserve to be nurtured. Anna Leach as Jenny delivers a sturdy performance but seems too restrained in her movements given the shady-lady character she’s playing.

SSU has a truly wonderful music program, and students make up the professional-caliber 11-piece orchestra. What gives the show credence is the music department’s efforts. The musicians are right on key, better than much of the music at other local theaters.

At times you want to dance in the aisles and clap your hands, especially during the rousing closing number “Women! Women! Women!” from The Merry Widow, sporting jaunty new lyrics by Hammett. The use of supertitles projected above the stage really helps in understanding the lyrics, but the storytelling is unfocused, and the choice of songs, while in places very entertaining, is not entirely effective. Perhaps some real-life heroines from times past and present could have been worked in somehow?

The overall idea is promising, but there are times when it lacks in presentation. The bare-boned sets, choreography and staging are serviceable but uninspiring. The ensemble, when collected onstage, can often lack a certain energy. Too frequently the cast is standing around stiffly with nothing to do (with the exception of Maxon’s Mad Margaret).

Allison Spencer as Eurydice

We have to be the heroines of our own stories. And madness can be a form of survival. These are powerful messages that Heroines seeks to convey. All in all, a premise that has been mined from such rich material and has such potential only goes part of the way on its journey.

When: Now through February 15, 2015

7:30 p.m. Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays

2:00 p.m. Sunday

Tickets: $10 to $17, free to SSU students

Location: Evert B. Person Theatre at Sonoma State University

1801 E. Cotati Ave.
Rohnert Park, CA 94928
Phone:
707-664-4246

Website: www.sonoma.edu/theatreanddance/productions/heroines.html

Erotic ‘Venus in Fur’ at San Jose Stage

By Judy Richter, Uncategorized

Erotic sparks fly in San Jose Stage Company’s production of  “Venus in Fur” by David Ives.

It starts late one stormy afternoon (sound by Cliff Caruthers) after Thomas (Johnny Moreno) has unsuccessfully auditioned dozens of actresses for the lead in a play, “Venus in Fur,” that he’s directing. He has adapted it from “Venus in Furs,” an 1870 novel by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. The term “masochism” evolved from the author’s name.

Thomas is just about to go home to his fiancee when another actress, Vanda (Allison F. Rich), stumbles in on stiletto heels. Flustered from a trying day, she says she had an appointment several hours ago, but she’s not on Thomas’s list.

Still, she convinces Thomas to give her a chance, saying she’s just right for the part because the play’s lead character is called Vanda. She comes across as an airhead who seems to know almost nothing about the play or its source.

However, when she takes off her raincoat, she’s in all black — leather miniskirt, bustier, stockings and garters — because, she says, the character is a prostitute (costumes by Jean Cardinale). Then, as she and Thomas, playing Severin, the lead male, read through the script, it appears she has memorized most of the lines.

And, from the large bag she lugged into the sparsely furnished rehearsal space (set by Richard C. Ortenblad with lighting by Maurice Vercoutere), she pulls a dress suitable for the time period of the play. As if that weren’t enough, she also has brought in a frock coat and jacket that both fit Thomas perfectly.

The play within the play concerns the dominant-submissive sexual relationship between Vanda as the dominant one and Severin as the submissive one.

Paralleling Thomas’s script, the balance of power between him and actress Vanda shifts from him as the director to her as herself and her character.

American Conservatory Theater successfully staged “Venus in Fur” last year, but this current production is more erotically charged in part because it’s in a far more intimate space.

Another reason might be that Moreno and Rich have acted together before and apparently have developed a sense of trust that creates the necessary chemistry between their characters.

Director Kimberly Mohne Hill also deserves credit for careful pacing of this 90-minute, intermissionless play. She allows laugh lines to relieve some of the tension while adding to the audience’s questions about Vanda. Just who is she? How does she know so much about Thomas, his fiancee and even their dog? Why is she there?

The playwright provides no concrete answers to those questions, but he gives the audience for this fine production plenty to think about.

“Venus in Fur” will continue through March 1 at The Stage, 490 S. First St., San Jose. For tickets and information, call (498) 283-7142 or visit www.thestage.org.

 

Magic Theatre stages Shepard’s ‘A Lie of the Mind’

By Judy Richter

 

Domestic violence is the catalyst for Sam Shepard‘s “A Lie of the Mind,” staged by the Magic Theatre.

The perpetrator is the volatile, paranoid Jake (Sean San Jose), who believes he has killed his wife, Beth (Jessi Campbell). No, she hasn’t died, but she’s been badly brain damaged.

Both wind up in the care of their brothers and then their families, where the seeds of their combative relationship were sown. Beth’s brother, Mike (James Wagner), is initially solicitous of Beth as he tries to help her recover, but he has his unsympathetic side, too. In that respect, he takes after their father, Baylor (Robert Parsons), who disregards the feelings of others and treats his wife, the sweet-tempered Meg (Julia McNeal), like a servant.

Jake’s brother, Frankie (Juan Amador), is a basically good guy though none too bright. Their mother, Lorraine (Catherine Castellanos), is protective of Jake, essentially denying that he could have done anything wrong. However, their sister, Sally (Elaina Garrity), sees things clearly.

Running about three hours with one intermission, the play explores family relationships and the way that people often don’t listen to one another. However, it would be a mistake for the audience not to listen, because each scene is loaded with emotional information about the characters and their motivations as well as their relationships with the others.

The program notes say that this is one of Shepard’s more feminist plays. It certainly seems so because each of the four women eventually forges some kind of new future for herself.

As directed by artistic director Loretta Greco, some scenes might benefit from different pacing, but overall the play moves inevitably along. Except for Amador as Frankie, who tends to overact, the acting is outstanding. San Jose is downright scary as Jake, while Campbell skillfully portrays Beth’s frailties as well as the insights she articulates despite and because of her brain injury.

Robert Brill‘s raked, wood plank set is sparsely furnished, allowing quick transitions between scenes. Seated off to one side are Nicholas Aives and Jason Cirimele, who composed and play mood-setting music.

Lighting by Burke Brown, sound by Sara Huddleston and costumes by Alex Jaeger enhance the production.

Shepard was the Magic’s resident playwright for more than 10 years and premiered seven of his plays there. However, this is the first time that it has staged the 1985 “A Lie of the Mind.” American Conservatory Theater presented it in 1987.

It’s a challenging play for both actors and audiences, but it has its intellectual and emotional rewards.

Secrets and surprises in ‘The Lyons’ at Aurora

By Judy Richter

Long-held resentments along with secrets and surprises trickle upward and sometimes spew forth in Nicky Silver’s “The Lyons,” presented by Aurora Theatre Company.

The catalyst for this play about a dysfunctional family is the pending death of the father, Ben Lyon (Will Marchetti).  Although he and his wife, Rita (Ellen Ratner), have known for several months that his cancer will be fatal, she doesn’t inform their two adult children until death could come within a few days.

Naturally both Lisa (Jessica Bates) and Curtis (Nicholas Pelczar) are shocked at the news and angry that they haven’t been told sooner. As the family gathers in Ben’s hospital room, known information emerges first: Curtis is gay, and Lisa, a recently divorced mom raising two young sons, is a recovering alcoholic.

There’s much more than that, however, as playwright Silver reveals in the family’s often scathing, often hilarious conversations. One thing is clear: There hasn’t been much love to go around. However, there’s lots of bitterness, and everyone is scared in some way, mostly of being alone.

The play’s other two characters are a nurse (Edris Cooper-Anifowoshe) and a real estate agent, Brian (Joe Estlack). Brian appears in only one scene, when he shows a vacant New York City studio apartment to Curtis, who’s supposedly interested in buying it. Nevertheless, Brian plays a pivotal role in the play’s outcome.

Director Barbara Damashek paces this two-act, two-hour work well, allowing time for the laughs and carefully pacing speeches that leave the audience raptly quiet. One such scene comes as Ratner’s Rita tells about the time many years ago when she bought a gun, presumably to kill Ben.

In fact, Rita carries some of the play’s heaviest loads, especially in one of the final scenes, when she acts on her intention to snare whatever happiness she can.

Marchetti is marvelously grumpy as the dying Ben, while Bates and Pelczar embody all of the anxieties felt by his two offspring.

Except for the apartment scene, the rest of the action takes place in a hospital room (set by Eric Sinkkonen with lighting by Kurt Landisman and sound by Chris Houston). Costumes are by Callie Floor with fight direction by Dave Maier.

This Bay Area premiere production is a highly entertaining, thought-provoking evening of theater.

“The Lyons” will continue through March 1 at Aurora Theatre Company, 2081 Addison St., Berkeley, through March 1. For tickets and information, call (510) 843-4822 or visit www.auroratheatre.org.