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Kathleen Turner stars in ‘Red Hot Patriot: The Kick-Ass Wit of Molly Ivins’

By Judy Richter

The late Molly Ivins was a syndicated newspaper columnist who had little patience for stupidity, incompetence, pomposity or dishonesty, especially in politicians.

Instead of vitriol, though, she skewered them with her homegrown Texas humor, as seen in “Red Hot Patriot: The Kick-Ass Wit of Molly Ivins.” Kathleen Turner brings her to life in a one-woman play by twin sisters Margaret and Allison Engel and presented by Berkeley Repertory Theatre.

Wearing a blue denim work shirt, jeans and red cowboy boots (costume by Elizabeth Hope Clancy), Turner strides around the newsroom that houses her utilitarian desk with its manual typewriter and a preserved armadillo.

She’s ostensibly trying to write a column about her father, with whom she apparently had a love-hate relationship and whom she called “the General.” He was a conservative, she a liberal.

She’s occasionally interrupted by bulletins coming over the Associated Press wire machine — a staple of newsrooms before computers — and delivered to her by a silent copy boy (Michael Barrett Austin).

Along the way, she talks about her life, career and the people she’s met She tells how she started out in journalism when most newsrooms were all-male and when most journalists were hard drinkers, a situation that apparently led to her own problems with alcohol.

Her numerous anecdotes are peppered with references to her mentors and to famous people, mostly conservative politicians, most of whom she held in low regard. She’s the one who dubbed George W. Bush “Shrub.” She had little use for coziness between “guvmint” and “big bidness,” terms that don’t crop up in the play but that she often used in her columns.

Directed by David Esbjornson, Turner employs her famously sultry voice and assured stage presence to personify Ivins. She easily transitions from astute and often salty humor to more serious issues. The latter include the deaths of two boyfriends, one in a motorcycle accident and one in the Vietnam war, which Ivins steadfastly opposed. She says that both it and the Iraq war were predicated on lies.

The newsroom set by John Arnone is enhanced by Daniel Ionazzi’s lighting and by photo projections designed by Maya Ciarrocchi. The sound design and cowboy-themed music are by Rob Milburn and Michael Bodeen.

The play concludes with her plea for people to stand up for their rights and to oppose wrongdoing. Ironically, this came during opening night as people across the country, including Berkeley and Oakland, were protesting a grand jury’s decision not to indict a white police officer accused of killing a black teenager in Ferguson, Mo.

When Ivins died of breast cancer in 2007 at the age of 62, she left a void that has yet to be filled at newspapers like the San Francisco Chronicle and hundreds of others across the country. She was a Texas original.

Running about 80 minutes without intermission, the play is both insightful and funny — highly enjoyable.

“Red Hot Patriot: The Kick-Ass Wit of Molly Ivins” will continue through Jan. 4 in Berkeley Repertory Theatre’s Roda Theatre, 2015 Addison St., Berkeley. For tickets and information, call (510) 647-2949 or visit www.berkeleyrep.org.

 

Off Broadway West’s The Train Driver by Athol Fugard at the Phoenix a Must See!

By Linda Ayres-Frederick

Few shows can be described as riveting but Off Broadway West’s Bay Area premiere production of The Train Driver by Athol Fugard fits that description precisely. It helps to have a Tony Award winning playwright and seasoned director Richard D. Harder to interpret the work. Harder previously won an SF Bay Area Critics Circle Award for directing  OBW’s production of Fugard’s “Master Harold” and the Boys.

Set in Fugard’s native South Africa, the 75 minute drama follows a white train driver Roelf Visagie (intensely depicted by Conor Hamill) who is devastated by unintentionally killing a black woman who stepped in front of his moving train with an infant strapped to her back. Haunted by the experience, Roelf seeks solace and answers by traveling to the township’s graveyard where he encounters the aged black gravedigger named Simon Hanabe (a sensitive portrayal by Melvin Thompson). Simon’s job is to bury the “nameless”. Through their unlikely friendship, Roelf comes to face his guilt and remorse.

Melvin Thompson, Conor Hamill

Fugard has called The Train Driver his most significant work in a 50-year career.  A longtime advocate of the abolition of apartheid, Fugard is a master storyteller interweaving the personal with the political. While his characters may not be formally educated, their driving need to understand their life experience makes them both genuinely articulate and ultimately poetic.

The Train Driver continues at 8pm Thursdays, Fridays & Saturdays through December 6, 2014. 3pm Sunday Matinee November 30.

The Phoenix Theatre, 414 Mason Street (near Geary)  Sixth Floor,  SF

Tickets: $40 General Admission (TBA, Senior, Student & Group Discounts Available)  1.800.838.3006  www.offbroadwaywest.org

Information: 510.835.4205  info@offbroadwaywest.org

November 23, 2014  Linda Ayres-Frederick

Austen‘s Persuasion

By Flora Lynn Isaacson

Austen‘s Persuasion
Adapted by Jennifer Le Blanc at RVP

Popular English author Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility) had a final novel Persuasion which has been brought to life by Marin native Jennifer Le Blanc and directed by Mary Ann Rodgers.

Anne Elliot (Robyn Grahn) is the 27-year-old over-looked middle daughter of the vain Sir Walter Elliot (Steve Price), an arrogant baron who spends excessive amounts of money. Eight years before the story properly begins, Anne is happily engaged to a Naval officer, Frederick Wentworth (Gregg Le Blanc – husband of Jennifer), but she suddenly breaks off the engagement when persuaded by her friend, Lady Russell (Rachel Kayhan) that such a match with a penniless man is unworthy. The breakup produces in Anne deep and long-lasting regret.

Wentworth re-enters Anne’s life when Sir Walter is forced by his own financial irresponsibility to rent-out Kellynch Hall, the family estate. Kellynch’s tenants turn out to be none other than Wentworth’s sister Sophia (Ellen Brooks) and her husband, the recently retired Admiral Croft (Clay David). Wentworth, who has just returned from sea, is now a rich and successful captain and has never forgiven Anne for rejecting him. While publicly declaring he is ready to marry any suitable young woman who catches his fancy, he privately resolves that he is ready to become attached to any appealing young woman with the exception of Anne. All of the tension of Persuasion revolves around one question: will Anne and Wentworth be reunited in their love?

Mary Ann Rodgers and her capable 20-member-cast give impressive performances. Robyn Grahn is perfect in the central character, and Greg Le Blanc is also wonderful as Capt. Wentworth. Rachel Kayhan begins the play as Lady Russell, the person who persuaded Anne to dump Wentworth. Notable performances from the talented cast also include Jayme Catalano, as Anne’s sister Elizabeth, Steve Price, as Sir Walter, Ellen Brooks as Sophia, Clay David, as Adm. Croft, and a superb actress, Anne Ripley in a cameo role as the dowager Lady Dalrymple.

Many of the actors stepped briefly out of character to deliver a running narrative connecting plot development that otherwise might have been difficult to follow. An easel stage-right informed the audience as to the locale of each scene (which would have remained a mystery). Set designer Malcolm Rodgers gives us an all-white set which becomes both indoor and outdoor locations. One nice special effect was twirling parasols when the characters rode in a carriage. The period costumes by Michael A. Berg were outstanding – absolutely stole the show. First produced after her death in 1817, Persuasion is the last of Jane Austen’s romantic novels. As adapted by Jennifer Le Blanc, Persuasion retains its own enduring charm.

Persuasion is running at Ross Valley Players from November 14 through December 14. Thursday performances are at 7:30 p.m.; Friday and Saturday performances are at 8 p.m.; Sunday matinees are at 2 p.m. There will be Special Performances on Saturday, December 13th, at 2 p.m. and 8 p.m. All performances take place at the Barn Theater of the Ross Valley Players at 30 Sir Francis Drake Blvd., Ross CA. To order tickets, call 415-456-9555, extension 1, or go on line to www.RossValleyPlayers.com.

Coming up next at RVP will be Impressionism, a contemporary romance by Michael Jacobs, from January 16 to February 15, 2015.

Flora Lynn Isaacson

A Musical for the Holiday Season at SF Playhouse “Promises, Promises”

By Linda Ayres-Frederick

Promises, Promises is one of those musical comedies that borrowed its plot from a non-musical film, and a 1960 classic at that. The comedy-drama “The Apartment” produced, directed and co-authored by Billy Wilder starred Jack Lemmon, Shirley MacLaine and Fred MacMurray and won six well-deserved Academy Awards. In 1969 Neil Simon and Burt Bacharach adapted the film and turned it into the musical Promises, Promises. The most memorable song of the show, “I’ll Never Fall in Love Again” joined the standards of the day, earning a Grammy Nomination and became a hit single sung by Dionne Warwick.  But what does all this have to do with the current local production of Promises, Promises now running at SF Playhouse? The show fits nicely into a holiday season motif with its office Christmas party revels as well as the less than desirable aspects of the season: broken-hearted naivete seeking solace by downing too many sleeping pills.

Leah Shesky, Steven Shear, and Jeffrey Brian Adams

Chuck Baxter (a convincing Jeffrey Brian Adams) is the ambitious but invisible office worker who gains attention by lending his tiny apartment to his philandering superiors for their romantic trysts. He runs into trouble when he finds himself sharing a would-be girlfriend Fran Kubelik (the charming Monique Hafen) with his callous boss J.D. Sheldrake (Johnny Moreno). With hope of gaining Fran’s attention dashed, Chuck seeks solace picking up a tipsy Marge (the hilarious Corinne Proctor) at the local bar only to be surprised to discover

Fran nearly overdosed in his bed. Once rid of Marge, he seeks help from his neighbor Dr. Dreyfuss (the comedic Ray Reinhardt) to save Fran’s life.

With creative choreography by Kimberly Richards, the two and a half hour show includes a dizzying array of projections by Micah Steiglitz. The stronger second act makes additional use of Director Bill English’s Set Design as it shifts back and forth from the office locales to the interior of the apartment.

Promises, Promises continues Tuesdays through Sundays thru January 10, 2015. No shows 11/27,12/24, 12/25, 1/1 Tickets: $20-$120. 415.677.9596. www.sfplayhouse.org.

November 2014 Linda Ayres-Frederick

Robert Wilson’s The Old Woman with Baryshnikov & Dafoe

By Jo Tomalin
above: THE OLD WOMAN Pictured: (r) Mikhail Baryshnikov and (l) Willem Dafoe star in Robert Wilson’s The Old Woman, Friday & Saturday, November 21 & 22, 2014 and Sunday, November 23, 2014 in Zellerbach Hall.  PHOTOS: Courtesy of Cal Performances

Review by Jo Tomalin

Breathtaking Abstract Theatre

THE OLD WOMAN Pictured: (r) Mikhail Baryshnikov and (l) Willem Dafoe star in Robert Wilson’s The Old Woman, Friday & Saturday, November 21 & 22, 2014 and Sunday, November 23, 2014 in Zellerbach Hall.  PHOTOS: Courtesy of Cal Performances

The collaboration of three extraordinary creative artists – Robert Wilson, Mikhail Baryshnikov and Willem Dafoe offers a breathtakingly precise and visually stunning evening of absurdist theatre. Based on the 1930s political novella by Daniil Kharm and adapted by Darryl Pinckney, The Old Woman is a black comedy about a disillusioned writer and a visitor – playing November 21 – 23, 2014 in Zellerbach Hall through Cal Performances.

THE OLD WOMAN Pictured: (r) Mikhail Baryshnikov and (l) Willem Dafoe star in Robert Wilson’s The Old Woman (PHOTOS: Courtesy of Cal Performances)

Brilliantly conceived and Directed by Robert Wilson, the renowned experimental theatre director who brought his acclaimed Einstein on the Beach to Cal Performances in 2012, this visually sensory production sweeps the audience up on an evocative wave of stark, rich, geometric, melodic, abstract – yet always fascinating – encounters, superbly performed by legendary performer Mikhail Baryshnikov and stage and screen actor Willem Dafoe. There’s never a dull moment as Baryshnikov and Dafoe expertly interact together, with snappy dialogue, precise movement and emotive monologues taking the audience on a journey – somewhere!

THE OLD WOMAN Pictured: (r) Mikhail Baryshnikov and (l) Willem Dafoe star in Robert Wilson’s The Old Woman in Zellerbach Hall.  (PHOTOS: Courtesy of Cal Performances)

Baryshnikov and Dafoe seem like magicians at first, mysterious with only their faces lit against a black stage. Both are dressed in identical debonair black suits and white dress shirts (Costume Design by Jacques Reynaud), full white face clown makeup (Makeup by Marielle Loubet and Natalia Leniartek), and dark gray hair. Each is distinguished by a large curved quiff of hair (curving up to Baryshnikov’s left who wears a black tie, and curving up to Dafoe’s right who wears a black bow tie), appearing next to each other each is half of a whole. In fact, they complete eachother’s sentences, repeat eachother’s text and movements with strange reactions all underscored by an eclectic range of ethereal to jazzy music including selections by Tom Waits and Arvo Pärt (Music by Hal Willner) or dramatic sounds (Sound Design by Marco Olivieri).

THE OLD WOMAN Pictured: Mikhail Baryshnikov in Robert Wilson’s The Old Woman in Zellerbach Hall.  (PHOTOS: Courtesy of Cal Performances)

There’s humor in this piece, too, with a charming touch of vaudeville, eccentric dancing, switching characterizations, playing female characters, Baryshnikov’s singing, all evoking a sweet genteel spirit in their idiosyncratic universe.

Undoubtedly the set and lighting are as astonishing as the two performers in this piece with bold quirky Set Design and an exquisite Lighting Concept by Robert Wilson with Light Design by A.J. Weissbard.

THE OLD WOMAN Pictured: Mikhail Baryshnikov and Willem Dafoe star in Robert Wilson’s The Old Woman in Zellerbach Hall.  (PHOTOS: Courtesy of Cal Performances)

I wonder how long we will wait until another production comes along that is so remarkable. If you missed it, try to find it – it’s well worth it!

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Dementia takes toll in “The Other Place”

By Judy Richter

 

Dementia takes a terrible toll not only on the victim and family but also on society in general. Sharr White’s “The Other Place” shows how dementia affects one woman and her family.

In the Dragon Theatre production directed by Kimberly Mohne Hill, Judith Ann Miller plays Juliana Smithton. She’s a 52-year-old neurologist who has developed what appears to be a breakthrough product to treat dementia and, presumably, Alzheimer’s disease, although that term is never used.

Pitching it to a group of doctors at a seminar in the Virgin Islands, she becomes distracted by what she says is a young woman wearing a yellow bikini and sitting in the back. She becomes so distracted that she can’t continue.

Shorty thereafter, her husband, Ian (Mark Drumm), an oncologist, refers her to a neurobiologist colleague, Dr. Cindy Teller (Maureen O’Neill, called The Woman in the program), for an evaluation.

Juliana is hostile, accusing Cindy and Ian of having an affair and saying that he wants to divorce her. Ian denies her accusations.

Juliana also insists that she has been in touch with their daughter, Laurel (O’Neill), who disappeared 10 years ago at the age of 15. The Smithtons never knew what happened to her. She might have run off with Juliana’s research assistant, Richard Sillner (Paul Stout, called The Man in the program), or she might have been abducted after running away.

The play’s title refers to the family’s former weekend cottage on Cape Cod. In her delusional state, Juliana goes there. Instead she encounters the owner, a woman (O’Neill) who — after first being angry — kindly appeases her.

Despite the play’s tragic topic, it has its humorous moments. It also has moments of hope.

Miller skillfully navigates Juliana’s emotional journey through personality changes and intellectual decline. Because so much of what she says may or may not be true, the audience must depend on Drumm’s Ian for the truth. O’Neill does well in the other female roles, especially the woman in the cottage. Stout does well in his limited role as The Man.

Brian Corral’s set, lit by Jeff Swan, is relatively bare bones but allows for shifting scenes. Costumes by Heidi Kobara are appropriate for the characters, but the sound by Rory Strahan-Mauk can become too loud between scenes.

Running 80 minutes without intermission, “The Other Place” is an absorbing look at the effects of dementia. Since it’s so prevalent throughout society, many in the audience will no doubt recall their own experience with an afflicted family member or friend.

“The Other Place” will continue at Dragon Theatre, 2120 Broadway St., Redwood City, through Dec. 14. For tickets and information, call (650) 493-2006 or visit www.dragonproductions.net.

 

“Rocks in My Pockets”–more than just an animated feature film

By David Hirzel

Signe Baumane‘s new feature-length animated film “Rocks in My Pockets” makes good use of this medium to enter a territory that more conventional films cannot reach—that of your own mind. Her characters, simply rendered in two dimensions, wind their way through fanciful paper mache landscapes into some of the darkest, bleakest recesses of the mind—Baumane’s, her extended family’s, your own. Her deeply personal statement becomes universal.

It begins with the courtship of her Latvian grandparents and the unasked, unanswered questions of the madness in her family background, that we might today call mental illness. Their marriage evolves, as many do, into something less than romantic, with growing disillusionment and a concurrent resolve to do our best with the choices we have already made. There are moments of joy, but more of resignation, of sorrow, and they seem to resonate through succeeding generations in the film.

In 1941 war comes to Baumane’s native Latvia, laying waste with singular ravages such as we in 21st century USA can only imagine. Those who claim to defend and protect individuals and society instead betray and destroy them. These calamities give her family history a weight that bears down on her, and them. The hardships of their lives gave that depression, a richer, more fertile ground in which to thrive. We all of us have dysfunction in our families, in our own lives. Denial is woven through the narrative of this movie, as it is in all our lives.

The story takes place in Latvia. It is narrated in English entirely by Baumane; the accent of her native tongue places it outside our comfortable United States, in a foreign land where we find ordinary people in their inward human hearts no different from us. The artwork is entirely hers, thousands of handmade drawings moving through dozens of richly decorated paper mache sets giving a three-dimensional feel to this patient singleminded animation, produced in her apartment/studio in Brooklyn. Lighting, technical effects, script advice and voice coaching by Baumane’s long-time companion actor/director Sturgis Warner.

When asked how her family reacted to such exposure, Baumane indicated that some were aghast, some indifferent, and some appreciated that someone who know from inside who knew the truth had chosen to shine a light on it. This was one of the choices that she had to make on her own, free of the preconceptions of how others might respond drive her decisions of what to say, and how to say it.

Whether the film would make money, or find a wide audience, did not really enter into the decisions. This was a story she wanted to tell, in her own way. The essence of art.

There is light within, through, and beyond the darkness. Moments of joy, of dark humor, of connection and redemption. The rocks in our pockets have a dangerous weight, but with insight and resolve their weight can can be reduced; they can be cast away.

At Rafael Theater Monday, November 24 at 7:00.

1118 Fourth Street, San Rafael, CA 94901 415.454.5813 Main Office 415.454.1222 Info-Line for

Film Website: http://www.rocksinmypocketsmovie.com/

Review by David Hirzel

Hi-5 — Post Ballet Performance Review

By Joe Cillo

Hi-5

Post Ballet Performance — Z Space

November 22, 2014

 

 

 

This was not to my taste.  It was five short dance performances to mostly live musical accompaniments by The Living Earth Show.  The dancing for the most part lacked emotional content, did not sync with the sound tracks, and had a sameness to it that seemed to lack imagination.

The first one, Flutter, was three dancers: two males and one female, in two skits.  The first was to hand clapping accompaniment provided by The Living Earth Show.  The second was to a solo violin performance of the Sarabande from Bach’s Partita in D minor played live on stage by Kevin Rogers.  Rogers did a nice job on the Sarabande.   He didn’t really need the dancers and they did not add much to his performance.  I could see immediately that these dancers were not at the highest level of technical proficiency, and this dance they were asked to perform was not of great interest.

Sixes and Sevens was a solo performance by Tetyana Martyanova, accompanied by a chaotic, confusing, mishmash of noisy, monotonous soundtracks that do not fit together at all.  Tetyana is a tall, beautiful girl, who is a very fine dancer — probably the best dancer on the stage tonight.  It would have been much more effective if she had danced to silence instead of that awful soundtrack.

Yours is Mine showed some promise.  It was three males in various antagonistic, somewhat homoerotic configurations.  This one had the most discernible emotional content of all of the vignettes, and the most meaningful interactions between the dancers.  If it had continued developing the male-male themes it might have been good, but about midway through a female dancer enters.  Her entry destroys the momentum of the male-male interactions, but she does not provide a new focus for the skit.  Instead the dance becomes diffuse and sort of melts into a bland mass.  The woman, qua woman, is ignored and she almost becomes one of the guys.  Except she is not one of the guys.  In fact, there are no guys any more.  They are just dancers cavorting around without any real purpose.

North Pacific Garbage Patch is a musical interlude performed by The Living Earth Show.   This band consists of two guys, the one artist bashes rambunctiously on a set of drums while the other artist blasts an electric guitar tuned to sound like a cross between a snow blower, a table saw, and sometimes a freight train.  I couldn’t have chosen a better title for this myself.  I think it perfectly captures the flavor of this performance.

Tassel, the final vignette, comes the closest to being interesting.  Five dancers plus The Living Earth Show in an energetic romp that uses the entire stage.  One begins to notice as the dancers blitz back and forth that they are each taking off their clothes a piece at a time.  It becomes an incipient group strip tease that draws one subtly in.  But they don’t have the nerve to carry it to its ultimate conclusion, and instead change direction bringing out suitcases full of clothes that are throw wildly into the air and about the stage while the dancers impetuously change into new garb.   The dance ends as it began with the dancers placidly seated at tables, but dressed in a different wardrobe.

The performance lasted just over an hour without an intermission.  I like performances like this that are not real long and omit the intermission.  It makes for a pleasant experience that is not too taxing.  They are a young, energetic group that needs a sense of purpose beyond dancing for the sake of dance.  I might be tempted to go see them again, but I would like to see something with more substance and definitely better taste in the soundtrack.

“Jolly Juliana” and “The Festive Holiday Vaudeville”, 6th Street Playhouse, Santa Rosa CA

By Greg & Suzanne Angeo

Reviewed by Suzanne and Greg Angeo

Members, San Francisco Bay Area Theatre Critics Circle (SFBATCC)

 

Photos by Eric Chazankin

Fruits and Nuts Take the Stage

A delightful slice of nineteenth-century Americana is being served up in its world premiere at 6th Street Playhouse complete with old-timey footlights, just perfect for the holidays. “Jolly Juliana”, with the loaded subtitle “Her Fruitcake Has Nuts”, is an original melo-dramedy written and directed by local renaissance man Larry Williams. It’s a play-within-a play set in the Santa Rosa of 1905 performed by “Osgood’s Traveling Vaudevillians” and serves as the first act. For the most part Williams keeps the energy wheel spinning, and it only slows down in a couple of spots. There are place references and local jokes galore (Lucifer’s Rancheria draws a huge guffaw).

Evan Attwood, April Krautner in “Jolly Juliana”

“Juliana” is faithful to the exaggerated and hyper-emotional style of acting that saw its heyday in the 1800s. Williams adds a generous helping of broad comedy which makes this show really fun to watch. The cast mostly has the melodramatic thing nailed down, especially April Krautner  as our sanguine Heroine and major fruitcake-baker  Juliana, and Williams as the evil Lucifer Bellows. Remember the now-cliché scene where the villain ties his victim to a railroad track with a speeding train approaching? It was first seen in 1870 in a play called “Under the Gaslight” and  ever after was shown again and again in early films like “The Perils of Pauline”. Naturally, Juliana soon finds herself in this predicament, with Evan Attwood as our Hero Teddy saving the day.  A nice assortment of nutty performers rounds out the cast. Just one tiny issue with the play-within-a-play concept: if you were watching the show without seeing the playbill, you never would know that you are watching actors playing other actors.

The second act is “The Festive Holiday Vaudeville”, a series of lively vaudeville-style skits that are pure pleasure and really hold your attention, relying heavily on audience participation. Notable are the spectacular vocals of Robert Ellison who, in addition to playing the singing Narrator of “Juliana”, also delivers one of the high points in the vaudeville part of the show, a thrill that brings down the house. The wildly funny finale features a rousing and zany version of “The Twelve Days of Christmas”. Through it all, it’s plain that Krautner – here at her lovable, goofy and gorgeous best – is the star of the show. The girl can’t help it.

Ensemble cast, “The Festive Holiday Vaudeville”

The ensemble in both acts worked well, with Williams doing a nice job blocking and staging the movements of the cast and guiding the difficult techniques that are used in the melodramatic and vaudevillian arts. Seeing Krautner, Williams and Ellison do their stuff is well worth the price of admission. All in all, it’s jolly cornball fun for the whole family.

When: Now through December 21, 2014

8:00 p.m. Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays (no show on Thanksgiving Day, November 27)

2:00 p.m. Saturdays and Sundays

Tickets: $15 to $32

Location: GK Hardt Theater at 6th Street Playhouse

52 West 6th Street, Santa Rosa CA
Phone: 707-523-4185

Website: www.6thstreetplayhouse.com

Wild Women

By Joe Cillo

Well-behaved women seldom make history.
Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

My friend Nancy was married to a man she liked well enough.  They had a little daughter together and life went along smoothly. When the little girl was 2 years old, Nancy went to a party and met the most exciting, marvelous romantic man she ever imagined.  She danced two dances with him, called her husband and said, “Put the baby to sleep. I won’t be home tonight.  I am in love.”

Wow.

My buddy Helen nursed her husband through a six-year fight with cancer. The day after he died, she realized she was a millionaire. She booked a trip to India, took a vacation in Cuba, found a hot Samba dancer to squire her around and became a fan dancer. She never once wore black.

These days, women are tough.  They learn karate and they fight back.  The day of The Little Woman is long gone .  My father taught me that if there was a man in the room, a lady never touches a doorknob.  If I tried that little trick today I would never get out of the room.  Women today are liberated…. But to me they aren’t very interesting.  They are overworked and underappreciated.

Nora Ephron said that the only thing a woman gained from the Women’s Movement is paying her own way. I see the modern matron, dressed in her trim executive suit, running an office all day, driving home battling rush hour traffic and stopping at the super market to pick up food for dinner.  She pulls into the driveway, grabs her laptop and two bags of groceries, kicks the door open with her foot and staggers into the kitchen to put her purchases away.

She pulls off her shoes, asks the kids about their homework, kisses her husband and says “How was your day, darling?”

She starts dinner and goes upstairs to change into something a bit less constraining than her office garb.  You can’t really do a job with dinner when you are constricted by a latex tummy controller and a push up bra.  She manages to put together a stir-fry, salad and ice cream for dessert and calls everyone to the table.  Her oldest son says he isn’t hungry, the middle one takes his plate up to his room and her daughter refuses to eat anything but the ice cream.

She cleans the kitchen, hauls out the hoover and does the rugs.  She has been on the go since 6 a.m. when she got up to pack lunches for the children. She is too exhausted to make conversation and way too tired for romance.

Today’s woman can try anything and be anything as long as she is willing to take less pay for twice as much work.  She can be an executive that runs complex multifaceted companies.  But she needs to ignore those snide remarks about emasculating men or being a bit…well you know…a bit ballsy.

If this is liberation, I want none of it. I would rather be interesting and out of the box.

I don’t want to do it all for everyone.  I want to do it all for myself.  I am untamed and erratic.  I wear feather boas in Tesco’s and drink champagne for breakfast. I cook dinner naked and put on my slippers to get the mail.  I am wild. And wild is very interesting.

When I walk into a room, the sun to rises and the blinds blink.  I am so unusual, cows give me whipped cream and bread turns into toast.   So do men.

It seems to me that liberated women play so many roles they don’t have time to be themselves. That is too tame for me. I want to be wild…I want to be interesting…I want to be fun.  All it takes is a little determination and a lot of red wine.

Once upon a time in the dark ages of the twentieth century there were man things and women things.  Men took out the trash, fixed the cars and lifted heavy stuff.  They drove cars and demanded food.  They earned money.  Women stayed at home and talked on the phone.  They pushed buttons on their modern appliances, shopped at the mall and went to their psychiatrist on a weekly basis.  They felt used.  They had to give sex on demand and still cook dinner and wash the dishes.  And so they rebelled.

NOW they have it all…..because they have to do it all.

I think it is time to share the chores and divide the pleasures.  The only problem is that no red blooded liberated woman wants to have sex with a guy in an apron….unless he isn’t wearing anything else.