Saturday, May 3, 2008

2008 KENTUCKY DERBY


We interrupt this blog to offer you my Top 10 picks for the 2008 Kentucky Derby. Good luck!


1. COLONOL JOHN

2. BIG BROWN

3. PYRO

4. GAYEGO

5. EIGHT BELLES

6. COWBOY CAL

7. DENIS OF CORK

8. COURT VISION

9. SMOOTH AIR

10. BOB BLACK JACK

Monday, April 14, 2008

THEATRE REVIEW: NICKEL AND DIMED


NICKEL AND DIMED

Subversive Theatre

April 10 - May 10


$$$$


My bones ache and my mind goes numb just watching Subversive Theatre's production of "Nickel and Dimed". As a blue collar worker, I empathically feel for the characters in Joan Holden's dramatization of Barbara Ehrenreich's book about American low-wage earners. Like the toilet bowl cleaner at Motel 6, I am reminded of aging joints and creaking bones, and like the far-away mental state of the Wal-Mart shelf stocker, (satirized here as 'Mall-Mart'), I know the stagnating drudgery of menial labor. Yet I need to be reminded that I do not indulge in a lunch of naked hot dog rolls, as does a character in the play, when the cost of living overrides the cost of food. I have a doctor to visit when I need one, and a home to go to when the awful day is done. As much can not be said of the characters in the play. If it wasn't for the sparkling humor alighting nearly every scene of the production, this drama would be dismal in revealing such domestic atrocities as a working mother leaving her children locked in a room at home when she can't afford child care, and an expectant mother performing stressful physical labor far into her pregnancy because her company does not offer health insurance. But like a sense of humor rising as a defense against the constant threat of poverty, and possessed by nearly every character in the play, the show displays a giddy tone of exhilaration, bursting through it's serious agenda, very much like the letting down of one's dutiful manners with the snap of a beer cap, after a very long work day.


While the play offers the stories of the working poor, it's concern is felt by all of us. The better paid computer programmer will attest to long painful hours of repeated muscle motion while eyeball to eyeball with a machine. The hard line factory worker will show scars and burns of years of labor like a boastful shark hunter's white flesh tatoos. It would seem we all have a complaint, but Nickel and Dimed gently asks us, the working class, to consider for a moment, the food in our cupboard, and the few eager dollars in our pocket, as a minor luxury others can't consider.


Barbara Ehrenreich is a writer and activist who went undercover to discover how minimally paid workers make ends meet. What she learned is - they don't. They go hungry, they overwork themselves into illness, they suffer painful physical maladies while performing lowly labor, and they live in vehicles and public shelters, if they have a home at all, when the cost of rent is next week's priority. Joan Holden's drama of Ehrenreich's book successfully brings these issues to the forefront, while never sermonizing, causing us to wince at recollecting the Wal-Mart clerk we snipped at, the hotel maid we stiffed, and our most private and bigoted belief that workers in such jobs, are too inept to do anything to better themselves.


The production's success is dependent on Moira A. Keenan's wonderful performance as undercover writer, Barbara. Her character, sipping a cappucchino in a Manhattan coffee shop one moment, scraping shit off a toilet rim the next, draws the same startling and sad conclusion regarding the plight of the working poor, as we the audience do, and when she breaks the scene with a sudden revelation, and speaks directly to the audience, ridiculously dressed in an unflattering smock with a Wal-Mart nametag and maybe a mop and broom in tow, the room becomes a bond of understanding rising above the indignity displayed on stage. Miss Keenan escapes into the world of minimum wage earners as if she knows the work well, racing through the organization of a rack of Wal-Mart fashion discounts like a frantic bookeeper, making a motel bed like she'd like to collapse in it, scouring a toilet bowl like she knows the porcelain on an intimate level, and giving a priceless and funny facial expression to the Wal-Mart customer who asks for the third time the way to the check-out.


The eleven member supporting cast playing numerous roles, all contribute key ingredients to the social and dramatic outcry. They look like they completed a crash course in hash slinging diner acrobatics, with a realistic display of a busy short order kitchen, including waitresses hoisting large serving trays on their shoulders like they just stepped off a Denny's shift. Director Virginia Brannon does an admirable job filling in for an absent cast member at the production I saw. She has a deft control at directing the dramatic issues at play here and rising them above merely social concerns. Her scene of the motel maid feasting on a bag of hot dog rolls for lunch, is quietly powerful. She gives equal attentiion to the most mundane of actions, like the four corporate employed maids riding in a company van, using four simple chairs on the stage, that looks as if they're really travelling. Busy pedestrian traffic in a Wal-Mart, played to comedic effect with shopping carts colliding like bumper cars, is as discomforting as, God forbid, asking a Wal-Mart employee where the men's gloves are.


Trekking to Subversive Theatre's production of Nickel and Dimed is an adventure in itself. The nomad theatre group, who successfully produced the political classic, "Waitng for Lefty", at The New Phoenix on The Park earlier this season, has rented the Alt Theatre for this production, a comfy 50 seat theatre located on the third, (or was it fourth?) floor of a handicap accessible industrial complex building that seems a world away from Buffalo's convenient theatre district. No need to travel to New York City's off-off Broadway to explore the nooks and crannies of intriguing theatre space. You'll feel as if you're walking through the bleak and echoed hallways of a high security prison on your way to the warm and inviting theatre. Indeed, if Subversive's production of Nickel and Dimed was being performed at the end of a very long cave, and you needed a flashlight to guide your way there, it would be well worth the journey.


In keeping with the 'working poor' theme of the play, the production has no admission fee, and will gratefully accept the donations of those who can.


Saturday, March 22, 2008

THEATRE REVIEW, Victory: The Father Baker Story


RATINGS
$$$$$ Excellent
$$$$ Good
$$$ Fair
$$ Not Recommended
$ Poor

Musicalfare
March 21, 2008

Victory: The Father Baker Story
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There would seem to be a wealth of history to examine in a musical biography of the famed Western New York religious legend, Father Nelson Henry Baker. A rosary of his would measure a passive and adventurous priesthood, his campaign to comfort the poor, the Catholic Church's investigation into his possible candidacy for sainthood, and his long time standing, to many Buffalo baby-boomers, as the threatening last word angrily shouted by generations of parents, to behave or risk being hauled off to Father Baker's Orphanage For ( bad ) Boys. I can still envision a priest-troll living under the girders of steel industry remnants, waiting to pounce on any unsuspecting lad that would happen along.

Try as it might to be spirited, Musicalfare's world premier production of "Victory: The Father Baker Story", is not a thoughtful study of the psychological and spiritual forces that drove the man to devote his life to helping the less fortunate, especially children. It is more a googled bio, with dry and earnest facts regarding the Buffalo area saint-in waiting, set to dreary music that seems lifted from variations on "Jesus Christ Superstar's, 'Gethsemane", that monumental show-downer in which a tormented Jesus nearly brings the sky down in anguish over his humanity. Father Baker has those moments of agony too, but he is after all, only human, and with a more limited budget, and always ready to siphon a catchier melody out of the flat score, smile broadly into the audience, dust himself off, and shuffle right back to Buffalo. Louis Colaiacovo, as Father Baker, fresh off the heels of his "Batboy" role at Studio Arena, ( now THERE was a ridiculous musical), is faultless in having little to offer as a humble priest saving the day from the dullard powers that be.

There are Latin Catholic masses that are more adventurous than Victory's blessed and obedient book. It includes all the attributes of complete sanctity, but somehow omits all the human heart that goes with it. Father Baker's character here is bland, and the play would have served the audience well by simply hanging a halo over his head, rather than labor through the sweet and simple piety of his godly ways. The play offers, not characters but themes; devotion, belief, doubt, etc., in a mish-mash of a time frame that is about as enlightening as a Jehovah's Witness' pamphlet.

Yet there is Ellen Horst, as a nun, whose position in the church is unspecified as she seems to be a spokesperson for Father Baker, and gives tours of his sacred grounds as if she's trying to sell the place. She remains lovely throughout the torrid production. Even her few flubbed lines gave the play the imprecise and impromptu spirit the production needs. Her singing is soul stirring, with just a hint of contemporary edginess, like a devout nun experiencing a very human emotion. She plays multiple roles, as does Marc Sacco, mostly playing a generic all-purpose priest, and Norman Sham, as a Vatican investigator who is so secular in his determination of Father Baker's saintlihood, you'd think he'd coil and spin his head around his neck at the sight of a wooden cross.

In a more perfect world, this musical would entertain as well as celebrate the life of Father Baker, the spirit of his charity, and the mystique of his name. It would have orphans flocking the stage, maybe singing a Lackawanna choirboy version of Oliver Twist devouring a bologna sandwich on Good Friday. The lonely sounding taped music accompanying the singing actors would be played by a small ensemble of real live musicians. The 34 smacks it cost me to see "Victory", would be cut by half.

Monday, March 3, 2008

THEATRE REVIEW, When Ya Comin' Back Red Ryder?


The American Repertory Theater
Feb. 22 - March 9
Rating: $$$
****************

$$$$$ Five Bills - Excellent

$$$$ Four Bills - Good

$$$ Three Bills - Fair

$$ Two Bills - Not Recommended

$ One Bill -Poor

Mark Medoff's, "When Ya Comin' Back Red Ryder?", is a disturbing and violent modern drama of heroic American ideals biting the dust in the horse opera tradition of it's namesake, Red Ryder, a 1940's western action comic strip which became, among other media icons, a serialized movie series. The name was brought to nostalgic prominence in the form of a Red Ryder BB gun in director Bob Clark's classic 1983 comedy film, "A Christmas Story".


Just as the Red Ryder BB gun is a nasty and dangerous representation of the gentle famed cowboy, this play slanders such heroic deeds by lassoing the corny righteous themes of movie house western serials, ("When ya comin' back Red Ryder?", "Not until them varmint outlaws is caught!"), by comparing a violent incident in a New Mexico diner with America's rather small statured exit from The Vietnam War. But this is not an historic period piece. In Medoff's examination of a changing America "at the end of the sixties", (the designated time frame of the play, which could conceivably be anywhere into the 1970's), comparisons could be made to the Iraqui conflict, as the play tightens a noose around fantastic heroic behavior when it is forced to reveal a lack of valor while confronted with a threat of violence.


At it's core, with all it's disarming bravado of a failed war, and it's lament of a gentler more peaceful time, the play possesses a stark and simple violence, the kind of unexpected social confrontation one might experience as you're parking a car, shopping in a grocery store, or as are the characters in the play, sitting in a diner. It may be inspred by William Inge's classic play, "Bus Stop", also concerning people trapped in a diner, but where the undertow of violence lies unborn in Inge's play, it erupts in a fury in Medoff's "Ryder".


The American Repertory Theater of WNY's production of "When Ya Comin' Back Red Ryder?", it's second production after "Axeman's Jazz" earlier this season, makes the most of the physical action so important to the psychological tension of the play. Characters bully, slap, punch, push and stalk each other with such vehemence, it's as if the boundary between audience and stage may be violated. Director Matthew La Chuisa's action sequences are well staged and advance the play at a, do I dare say, galloping pace.


The ensemble cast is in generally fine form, with Andrew Michalski, outstanding as psychotic Vietnam veteran Teddy, walking a fine line of whacked out drug damage and profound liberating prophet. His many moods, at once passive and antidotal, becoming violent and frenzied, shift with the expertise of a genuine gifted lunatic. Nick Dostal, in the adopted name title role, possesses the anxiety-ridden, war draft threatened, disaffected youth of the era, with gloom and budding heroism as he's forced to confront his inner cowboy at a time of personal peril. Heather Viloanti, as the shy, plain diner waitress, Angel, reveals complexities of her character in an amusing and quietly sorrowful performance which is the heart, and hope of the play. Director La Chuisa, in the role of Lyle Striker, the aging infirmed owner of the neighboring gas station, is a solid and strong patriarch of the ensemble, although his severe limp would have been more effective had it been staged with the noted written prop of an aluminum brace, which would have encompassed the cold and cruel nature of the Vietnam era. Linda Stein and Michael Liszcrynski as an out-of-town couple are convincing and exciting to watch, as horrified and indignant customers who unfortunately stumble into the diner. Emily Littler, as Teddy's girlfriend, Cheryl, has a much smaller psychological space to work from, but like Americans of the '60's watching The Vietnam War unfold on the nightly news, she projects an innocent yet compliant accomplice to violence.


Playwright Mark Medoff, who won the off-Broadway Obie Award in 1974 for "When Ya Comin' Back Red Ryder?", and is the author of the more recognized, "Children of A Lesser God", wrote "Red Ryder" as an ensemble piece, and this production is slightly damaged by the absence of the character of Clark, the owner of the diner, which was cut from the production. The character represents a small time corporate greed, somewhat symbolic to the low wage income earners of the diner, and his vital presence and spoken lines, assigned to other characters, is clumsy and mars the dramatic flow of the tense situation and dialogue.


Still, this production is as exciting and unnerving as witnessing a bank holdup. Like escaping a dangerous fate, it offers appreciation for getting out alive.