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Mikhail Baryshnikov Transforms Chekhov in Santa Monica

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Man in a Case. Photograph by T. Charles Erickson


If you're a fan of Mikhail Baryshnikov, or think you know your Chekhov from your Pushkin, Man in a Case might be your theatrical cup of tea. Adapted and directed by Paul Lazar and Annie B-Parson from two Anton Chekhov short stories about love, the brief 90 minute-long play-in-a-play for Baryshnikov and four actors inhabited a living space more than it told a story of much import; its purpose was to free our imagination into wondering what lies beyond the hopes and fears we all feel about love.

For Baryshnikov fans, it's all about taking in his face and presence and manner, hearing him speak in that wonderful gravely smooth voice in a variety of unmistakably Russian accents and watching him exist in physical space even if he's just lounging around. And though Baryshnikov only does about 90 seconds total of real dancing, including a Fred Astaire soft shoe bit, he makes explicit balletic love in a series of astounding pas de deux positions with an unconventionally brilliant talent named Tymberly Canale: standing, sitting and lying down, the last images from from an overhead camera rotated vertically and superimposed on a large video screen.

Man in a Case opened April 24 at The Broad Stage in Santa Monica where it will run through May 10.

I exchanged a brief email correspondence with Baryshnikov last week.
 
VITTES What it is about Chekhov that makes him so fondly-remembered by native Russian speakers-is it something more than just characters and situations?
 
BARYSHNIKOV It's not just native Russian speakers who love Chekhov's work. Millions of people have read his stories and seen presentations of his plays in dozens of languages so clearly he speaks to us all. There's a universality that makes his plays and stories as potent now as they were at the end of the 19th century. In Man in a Case the stories are about love, undeclared love, fears of being consumed by one's passions - these are as relevant today as they ever were.
 
VITTES: What was your goal with Man in a Case?
 
BARYSHNIKOV: You are exaggerating my impact on this project. I am merely an actor trying to do justice to the vision of my directors, Annie B Parsons and Paul Lazar.  But, of course, as an actor I do have a personal feeling about the two characters I play. My goal is to illuminate them and maybe raise some questions in the minds of the audience about personal responsibility for your own feelings and the feelings of others. Like one of the characters in the play says, "Love is a great mystery. Everything else that has been written or said about love is not a conclusion, but only a series of questions -- which have remained unanswered." If the audience thinks about that for even a few minutes then I'm happy.
 
VITTES: Can your freeform, open-source approach to production be adopted by big companies?
 
BARYSHNIKOV: This is an adaptation of a short story and our directors had a free hand to open the story the way they saw it. I think that's always the way projects are developed, big or small.
 
VITTES: Is the "high-tech fusion of theatre, movement, music, etc." that your press release promises a 21st-century equivalent of opera or something else entirely?
 
BARYSHNIKOV: Well, it's certainly not an opera. I think Man in a Case realizes a modern theatrical language -- by that I mean a fusion of all the performance and technical elements that Annie B and Paul have experimented with for many years. I happen to like this language -- there's a complex simplicity to it that seems perfect for Chekhov. Actually, I once read that Tolstoy described Chekhov as throwing words about like an Impressionist painter achieving "wonderful results from his touches." I think the theatrical language used in this play allows us to get closer to that idea.

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Man in a Case. Photograph by T. Charles Erickson

 

Theater: NPH Is... Wait For It... Epic In 'Hedwig;' Daniel Radcliffe Is Impressive in 'Cripple;' 'The Great Immensity' Isn't

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HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH *** out of ****
THE CRIPPLE OF INISHMAAN *** out of ****
THE GREAT IMMENSITY * 1/2 out of ****


HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH *** out of ****
BELASCO THEATRE

A Broadway house really makes no sense for the story of Hedwig. It doesn't matter.

Neil Patrick Harris impressed me immensely in Assassins, but he doesn't have a naturally commanding voice for rock and roll. It doesn't matter.

This same cast performing in an appropriate venue -- the dream would be a grungy club where the audience would stand and gawk feet away from the stage -- would make this experience instantly more electric and emotionally resonant. It doesn't matter.

Lavish costumes? Also hard to swallow for the has-been that never was named Hedwig. It doesn't matter. Entrance applause for a nobody coasting on her fifteen minutes of tabloid fame? It really doesn't matter.

Indeed, all logic goes out the window when Harris descends to the stage. He sings, he dances in high heels, he makes insider jokes with the dead-pan aplomb of a drag queen (though Hedwig, of course, is a transgender transatlantic refugee from love). He sweats, he acts, he plays to the crowd (but controls them effortlessly), he licks the stage, he gives lap dances and any concerns about plot cohesion or the merits of the theatrical version compared to the incomparable film (one of the best movie musicals of the past 20 years) or who the heck producers are gonna get to follow him once Harris moves on all disappear.

It's a four star performance in a production that is loads of fun even when it's nonsense and tossing in topical riffs and hitting the passages of exposition for this complicated story that are inevitable lulls until the next terrific song. It's a soon-to-be Tony winning performance (Sorry, Ramin! Sorry, Jefferson!) and after it was over my guest didn't want to hear a single word about any of my quibbles or concerns but just wanted to enjoy the glow of a star coming fully into his own as Broadway royalty.

The creatives involved clearly decided not to worry and just have fun. So director Michael Mayer has pulled out the stops in silliness, filling the stage with the set design for the just-closed faux production The Hurt Locker: The Musical. (Lucky critics even got a fake Playbill for that show that is witty in its own right; they should sell them in the lobby!) That quick shuttering (and an on-her-knees plea to the Schuberts) is the nominal reason why Hedwig is on Broadway while her erstwhile love Tommy Gnosis is in Times Square giving a massive concert to thousands of adoring fans.

Most will already know the story, but if you don't, well Hedwig was a boy named Hansel raised in East Germany by his stern, unloving mother. He sings along to American radio hits while sticking his voice in the oven for the perfect echo. (And a nod to Sylvia Plath -- happy, he isn't). Hansel is eyed greedily by an American G.I. who is crazy about the lad and wants to take him back to America. But if they're going to get married, Hedwig will have to lose more than his innocence to pass the medical exam for a marriage certificate: a botched operation leads to just an "angry inch," but that's enough to get Hedwig a passport to freedom.



One year later, Hedwig is living in a trailer park, alone and unloved, watching the Berlin Wall come down, making his bitter sacrifice sadly ironic and unnecessary. Hedwig is babysitting and cashiering and covering pop songs in a seedy coffee house for the local military base rejects to ignore. But the teenage son of a general wanders and Hedwig's performance of her first original song blows the kid away. They become soul mates and Hedwig transforms him into Tommy Gnosis, shepherding Tommy's career and co-writing the songs for a smash debut album. Needless to say, success doesn't bring them closer together.

I saw the original stage production several times with different performers and naturally they each brought some new energy to the part of Hedwig. It's a disarmingly difficult role. Essentially, it seems like you just sing some kick-ass songs and deliver a monologue in between, a story filled with intentionally bad jokes and some awkward drama as Hedwig or his current love Yitzhak (a wonderful Lena Hall) opens the back stage door so the sounds of Tommy's latest triumph can taunt our protagonist.

In fact, some scenes involve the lead playing two or three different characters at a time, switching genders and emotions at the drop of a hat while never letting the audience see the gears shift from jokey to confessional to singing superstar. The defenses will slip, but we have to believe it's happening right then, for the first time.

Truly, it's a work that was splendidly transformed on film, all the inherent tricky difficulties becoming strengths as Hedwig was surrounded by other characters while the visual pizazz of the movie created the energy and excitement that rock and roll deserves but which Hedwig presumably couldn't afford for her one-night performance in a dingy theater.

Creators John Cameron Mitchell (book) and Stephen Trask (music and lyrics) have re-created this story back into a flashier stage vehicle. The witty set by Julian Crouch involves a blasted automobile in the middle of the stage, a useful obstacle that gives Hedwig and Itzhak a prop to climb over and around, giving director Mayer ways to provide more natural staging and dynamics than the typical bare set can allow.

The costumes by Arianne Phillips are fun and -- after the opening nod to David Bowie -- tawdry enough to be believable, even as they sort of dazzle, in a low-rent way. The wigs and make-up of Mike Potter are similarly tatty and fun, with excellent lighting from Kevin Adams, a challenging and convincing sound design by Tom O'Heir and terrific projection designs by Benjamin Pearcy for 59 Productions which are a stand-out (and not just on "The Origin Of Love," which one expected to shine). The stage band is crack with Hall nicely subservient as Yitzhak, though her strong voice never takes second place.

And then there are the songs. With all due respect to Mitchell's brilliant original conception, performance and genius work in the film, it's the songs that Trask wrote that make Hedwig and the Angry Inch worth revisiting theatrically even when Mitchell is not on stage. From the opener "Tear Me Down" through "The Origin Of Love," "Sugar Daddy," "Angry Inch," "Wig In A Box," and "Wicked Little Town," the songs are simply sensational. There's a modest drop, especially on the vague "Exquisite Corpse," but that just let's us catch our breath for the reprise of "Wicked Little Town" and the capper "Midnight Radio."

Hall is an excellent sidekick and sings beautifully on her own, providing backup, doing a quiet but hilarious turn on "I Will Always Love You" and making the most of the new number Trask wrote that's supposed to be the love theme from that Hurt Locker musical.

Harris commands attention from the second his feet appear floating down from the rafters and he acquits himself well vocally. On the numbers where he's not a natural belter and that's called for, the orchestrations and careful blending of the other singers lift him up without ever (or rarely) overpowering his voice. It's support of the subtlest and most effective sort.

Where he needs no support is in commanding the stage, charming the crowd and in acting. Harris was especially good in some of those very complex group scenes he recreates, such as the growing understanding between Hedwig's mother and lover about the need for a sex change operation or the poignant, love-making gone awry scene between Hedwig and the freaked-out Tommy.

And all the hoop-jumping they went through to explain why Hedwig was in a Broadway house paid dividends at the climax where Hedwig imagines Tommy actually thanking her by singing "Wicked Little Town." Harris transforms into Tommy and is raised up on a platform that goes higher and higher into the sky, until we're all staring up worshipfully at Tommy, the perfect visual imagery for the life of celebrity that's just out of reach. When Hedwig comes back to earth and we realize it's all been a fantasy in his head and Hedwig launches into "Midnight Radio," it's a powerful, moving transition that was never possible to stage in quite this way ever before.

Oh, in general it makes no sense to be on Broadway and the new jokes are amusing but don't really add to the story and it drags a teensy bit and the platonic ideal of the film will always hover over any stage production (truly, you need to see the movie, pronto). But really, you don't want to miss Neil Patrick Harris.

Now, who next? Adam Lambert? He'd sing the hell out of it. Mitchell again, at some point surely. Constantine Maroulis, who deserves to be in a good Broadway show by now? John Gallagher? Darren Criss? Jared Leto? Kelly Clarkson? (Seriously.) The possibilities are endless. It's kind of head-spinning and I kvetch (how annoying to say it was better in that tiny little venue all those years ago). But, really, to imagine a long Broadway run for something as bold and odd as Hedwig and the Angry Inch is actually pretty wonderful.

THE CRIPPLE OF INISHMAAN *** out of ****
CORT THEATRE

It's rather exciting to see Daniel Radcliffe grow into a skilled actor. To be fair, he certainly looked like Harry Potter, but those early films didn't display an obvious talent. But he worked at it and became better and better. Then he began tackling the stage. His Equus was rather stiff, though Radcliffe was not an ideal choice for a rough country lad (and the play is rather creaky). But it was experience and he clearly learned from it. His stint in How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying was close to a revelation. The show is ideal for stars who don't necessarily sing and dance with ease and Radcliffe ran with it, using his natural charm to win us over and really proving his bona fides.

Now here he is in a revival of Martin McDonagh's The Cripple Of Inishmaan, again using his appeal to excellent effect. Radcliffe is performing a tortuous, physically demanding part, allowing his intelligence to shine through and best of all choosing a role that allows him to be part of a strong ensemble. Add in some equally smart and challenging film roles and you're looking at an actor who is doing everything right. On-the-job experience has never looked so fun.

The play is a modest one with less grimness than usual for McDonagh, though that's not to say it's sweetness and light. The year is 1934 and the island of Inishmaan is all abuzz because a Hollywood film director (Robert Flaherty) is coming to Ireland to make a movie. Several young people decide to head on over to the set so they can be discovered and move to America and be rich and famous. When Cripple Billy (Radcliffe) asks to go along, they laugh. Why would anyone put Cripple Billy in a film?

Why indeed? He's an orphan, physically deformed and odd to boot (Books! The lad is always reading books!). His aunties -- actually two women who took him in after his parents died -- look after him with clucking, stifling concern and it's easy to see why anyone with a jot of intelligence might love these people but need to get away. Cripple Billy -- who haplessly asks people to just call him Billy and if they don't listen, why should I? -- cajoles Babbybobby (an immediately appealing Padraic Delaney) to take him along and before you know it the kid has gone off to America for a screen test. If you think it's going to end happily with Cripple Billy a big star, well, you've never seen a Martin McDonagh play before.



The cast is solid and very funny but there's an inevitable feeling at times that the show is spinning its wheels with the comic set pieces. You could not ask for sharper performances from Gillian Hanna and Ingrid Craigie as the two aunts who take care of Cripple Billy. They fret and worry and battle with customers and each other and indeed, their every entrance is a sure-fire signal of some amusing banter.

The same is true when the town crier Johnnypateenmike (Pat Shortt) shows up. He's always got three bits of news, with the best bit saved for last, expecting an egg or other goodie as payment for his troubles. The same is true for Johnnypateenmike's drunken mother (June Watson), the Irish cliche of a liquor-crazed fool times ten.

The same is true when the teenage siblings Helen and Bartley (Sarah Greene and Conor MacNeil) show up. Helen is forever pelting everyone with eggs when not bawdily describing the priests who've copped a feel. Bartley is always pining for sweets. Greene is sexy and MacNeil quite funny -- especially when he's astonished after Cripple Billy suggests not taking pleasure in other's misfortunes.

That's a lot of vivid characters offering a lot of comic relief. But from what? Each takes their turn and is amusing and each is welcome when they appear, yet you do wonder when the story proper will start to take place.

Ultimately, we realize the suspense lies not in whether Cripple Billy will become the unlikeliest star in Hollywood history. In fact, the real drama of sorts lies in how and why exactly his parents died. (Everyone believes they killed themselves over their malformed child and tells Cripple Billy this every chance they get.) But while intriguing to hear, that's just information about people we've never met and not truly absorbing as more than gossip. Still, Radcliffe let's us see how this affects him quite movingly.

Another modest bit of suspense involves whether the willful Helen agrees to go out on a date with Cripple Billy (not to mention whether he'll have the courage to even ask). Actually, if you've seen other darker works by McDonagh, you're in luck because the suspense will surely be greater. A happy ending of any sort is far from a given.

Despite what it lacks in tension, The Cripple Of Inishmaan is indeed funny and given a faultless production by director Michael Grandage. All the tech elements are strong, with the sets of Christopher Oram (who also did the costumes) elegant in their simplicity and effectiveness. The cast is a genuine ensemble and the evening is surely as gripping and enjoyable as the play affords. And Radcliffe gets better and better.

The inevitable burst of violence at the end -- almost a McDonagh trademark -- is especially unearned here. A slap in the face or just a real sense of betrayal would have been far more powerful than what happens. But it's typical for a show that has the usually bitter McDonagh treading towards the uncertain territory of...well, not "happily ever after" but maybe "not so miserable ever after as one might expect."

NOTE: Radcliffe, however, needs his team to keep a closer watch on details. I suppose it was inevitable producers would create a poster showing Radcliffe in not one, not two but three different images with no other actors to be seen. But to have Grandage refer to him as "the inspirational Daniel Radcliffe" strikes the wrong note, however true. A simple "please, no" would have taken care of that. And then to have his photo alone on the top row of the cast head shots is the final tacky touch. We all know he's the marquee figure here, but it's still jarring. Radcliffe's a modest, delightful person in interviews and would surely be abashed and embarrassed by such things if he noticed them. But they shouldn't happen in the first place so he'd never have to step in.

THE GREAT IMMENSITY * 1/2 out of ****
PUBLIC THEATER

The Civilians is one of the most dependably fascinating theater companies around right now. I look forward to all their shows in various stages of development (a reading at Joe's Pub, a rough assembly in Brooklyn, a polished stage debut down the road). Typically, they pick a topic like lost and found items or death and throw a wide net, interviewing numerous people with varying takes on the subject and then assemble this into an oral history/group portrait sort of work that is unique and engaging.

Here they've seemingly tossed all that out, tackling the subject of global warming via a fictional storyline larded with facts and even some musical numbers. It is disastrously wrong, but that's the sort of thing that happens when you try something new. They'll either figure out how to do this better or try something else next time. Either way, I'll be ready to see what they're doing. The Civilians remain a force to be reckoned with, even if I'm cool on this particular endeavor.

The story such as it is revolves around husband and wife Phyllis and Karl. Karl is a documentary filmmaker who won an Emmy for his work on the annual "Shark Week" shows. Recently, he was fired for turning in a new "Shark Week" hour that was depressing rather than exciting. Disillusioned, we now see Karl (Chris Sullivan) on an island in the Panama Canal where scientists study the habits of creatures and share their many, many fears about global warming.

Also on the island are a group of kids who will be representing their country at the upcoming global warming conference in Paris (taking place in 2015). Julie (Erin Wilhelmi) is the super earnest teen who badgers Karl into using his camera to interview her and help them come up with a way to reach the world.

Flash forward and Karl's wife Phyllis (Rebecca Hart) is on the island, desperately interviewing everyone in sight. Karl has disappeared and she's worried, naturally, about what happened to him. Is he depressed over his career misfortunes or radicalized about the dangers of global warming?



Interspersed among this "mystery" we happily get some songs about global warming. The central melody (introduced by Julie) is leaned on too heavily in reprises. But some of the other numbers are quite good, especially a tune about the various failed international summits of the past (like Kyoto), a catchy piece about the online collective Anonymous and a plaintive, funny number about the last carrier pigeon living in a zoo, soon to be extinct.

The problem is that most of the play revolves around the very uninteresting search for Karl. It's uninteresting because we know where Karl is and why. So you're hardly caught up in the mystery. He's been radicalized by the threat of global warming and is working with the teens who are cooking up some elaborate pr stunt to focus the world's attention.

Really, the only suspense is what exactly the teens have come up with. Will they set loose a polar bear in Paris? Will they allow one of themselves to be attacked by a desperate polar bear? The actual stunt is both more dramatic and -- while inconceivable on a practical level -- at least has the advantage of being a good hook for the media.

But who cares? We don't see Karl being radicalized, which is surely the dramatic heart of the tale. He seems burly and indifferent to what people tell him -- and what they tell him isn't anything someone even remotely concerned about the issue hasn't already heard, however alarming. If the teen Julie is meant to wake him up, we certainly don't see that, either. Maybe a sexual attraction might have added a spark of explanation and drama, however creepy. Or perhaps Karl's career crisis could be the trigger. None of that is tackled or even suggested. We see him looking frankly bored while interviewing Julie and the scientists and the next thing you know he's stowing away in the hold of a ship on a secret mission.

This is counterbalanced by the even less interesting story of Julie asking everyone what's happened, interrupted more often than not by scientists offering her facts and figures about global warming. As one modest example of ludicrousness, when Julie thinks Karl is in the hold of a particular ship, she becomes frantic at the idea that the cops might find him first. No, she insists, she has to be the one to find him because he's too smart for them -- they'd never track him down. What, suddenly, this big, shambling bear of a guy is Jason Bourne?

The three actors playing these central characters dominate the stage but unfortunately have nothing of interest to do. The rest of the cast has a lot more fun playing multiple roles and they each shine at various points, all the more applause worthy since the story as a whole drags tremendously.

It was written and directed by Steve Cosson but the only elements worth celebrating are the songs by Michael Friedman. Global warming is a crisis and a crossroads for the world. This bump in the road for The Civilians is not a crisis, just the growing pains of a company that had a formula for creating works that they perhaps wisely wanted to shake up.

It didn't work, but who knows what it might lead to in the future? I'm willing to bet their talent will out. I'm a lot less willing to bet our future on hoping that the worldwide scientific consensus on the disastrous impact of global warming if we don't mend our ways is wrong. Unfortunately, The Great Immensity won't be a factor in changing anyone's mind.

THEATER OF 2014

Beautiful: The Carole King Musical ***
Rodney King ***
Hard Times ** 1/2
Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead **
I Could Say More *
The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner **
Machinal ***
Outside Mullingar ***
A Man's A Man * 1/2
The Tribute Artist ** 1/2
Transport **
Prince Igor at the Met **
The Bridges Of Madison County ** 1/2
Kung Fu (at Signature) **
Stage Kiss ***
Satchmo At The Waldorf ***
Antony and Cleopatra at the Public **
All The Way ** 1/2
The Open House (Will Eno at Signature) ** 1/2
Wozzeck (at Met w Deborah Voigt and Thomas Hampson and Simon O'Neill)
Hand To God ***
Tales From Red Vienna **
Appropriate (at Signature) *
Rocky * 1/2
Aladdin ***
Mothers And Sons **
Les Miserables *** 1/2
Breathing Time * 1/2
Cirque Du Soleil's Amaluna * 1/2
Heathers The Musical * 1/2
Red Velvet, at St. Ann's Warehouse ***
Broadway By The Year 1940-1964 *** 1/2
A Second Chance **
Guys And Dolls *** 1/2
If/Then * 1/2
The Threepenny Opera * 1/2
A Raisin In The Sun *** 1/2
The Heir Apparent *** 1/2
The Realistic Joneses ***
Lady Day At Emerson's Bar & Grill ***
The Library **
South Pacific ** 1/2
Violet ***
Bullets Over Broadway **
Of Mice And Men **
The World Is Round ***
Your Mother's Copy Of The Kama Sutra **
Hedwig and the Angry Inch ***
The Cripple Of Inishmaan ***
The Great Immensity * 1/2

Thanks for reading. Michael Giltz is the founder and CEO of the forthcoming websiteBookFilter, a book lover's best friend. It's a website that lets you browse for books online the way you do in a physical bookstore, provides comprehensive info on new releases every week in every category and offers passionate personal recommendations every step of the way. It's like a fall book preview or holiday gift guide -- but every week in every category. He's also the cohost of Showbiz Sandbox, a weekly pop culture podcast that reveals the industry take on entertainment news of the day and features top journalists and opinion makers as guests. It's available for free on iTunes. Visit Michael Giltz at his website and his daily blog. Download his podcast of celebrity interviews and his radio show, also called Popsurfing and also available for free on iTunes.

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First Nighter: The Civilians Confront Climate Change With "The Great Immensity"

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It's taken for granted that any superior drama depends on its stakes being high. If that's the case, then The Great Immensity -- created by the always-intrepid Civilians troupe and presented at the Public after a world premiere at Kansas City Repertory Theatre -- is indubitably superior drama. Its stakes couldn't be higher: climate change and its effects on the future of humankind.

Steve Cosson, who founded The Civilians in 2001, not only directs this piece of superior work, but has also written it based on the group's research into the issue. And believe you me, he hasn't settled for a dry polemic. Instead, he couches -- you could say he disguises -- his dire warnings in a tale of suspense built around a global climate conference in Paris just days away.

Phyllis (Rebecca Hart) is in Panama looking for her documentarian (formerly of Nature magazine) husband Karl from whom she hasn't heard in several days. Attempting to coax whatever information she can from the people stationed there -- mostly scientists studying climate developments -- who'd most recently been in contact with Karl (Chris Sullivan), she learns little about him but a lot about the dicey subject.

One of those involved is Julie (Erin Wilhelmi), the spokesperson for a group of international youngsters who are members Earth Ambassadors and as such are determined to get the climate-change-implications message across no matter what it takes.

What it eventually takes for Phyllis is a hop to the Arctic where clues she's dug up -- not necessarily with help from the crowd she's interrogated -- suggest Karl has traveled. Whether she locates him and whether anyone she buttonholes genuinely cares to assist her won't be revealed here. Those are Cosson's dramaturgical secrets and need to be kept until they're given up towards the pulse-quickening end of the Great Immensity's two acts.

What can be revealed is that throughout The Great Immensity and on Mimi Lien's two-story corrugated set findings and statistics, enhanced by projection designer Jason H. Thompson's visual aids, are heaped on spectators courtesy of Damian Baldet, Cindy Cheung, Dan Domingues and Trey Lyford as any number of climate-change advocates and associates whom Phyllis and/or Karl meet.

Just know that pictures of polar bears stranded on chunks of ice are included. There's a sequence in which the extinction of the passenger pigeon is recounted as well as a discourse on the howler monkey. There's a brief lecture on the early formation of the Panama divide and its result in causing the life-giving Gulf Stream.

The speed with which the oceans are dying (the shrinking shark population is a clue) and the plight of "megafauna" comes up for discussion. You got it. Cosson and, of course, those who were interviewed for background spare little while making the cogent and pressing Great Immensity points about who and what are "breaking the world."

(By the way, before fade-out at least one explanation for Cosson's title is divulged.)

The news dispensed throughout, which won't necessarily surprise those paying attention to accumulating studies, is such that whether it's too late to do something about conditions or not remains unclear and therefore somewhat hopeful. As represented here by Julie, the Earth Ambassadors (not incidentally an active organization), believe there remains a chance for reversal but not much of one and are therefore greatly motivated to go to extremes calling attention to the plight.

There is a likely drawback to The Great Immensity's effectiveness for which Cosson can hardly be held responsible. He's preaching to the converted. To a great extent, the eyes and ears -- the hearts and minds -- he wants to reach are precisely those who are already defended against the persuasive arguments he presents.

But hold on. It's more than just possible that audiences sympathetic to The Great Immensity tenets aren't prepared -- as Cosson has one of the characters state -- to do much more than nod in agreement and then act as if that's enough. It isn't sufficient, of course, but how many sympathetic patrons will acknowledge as much and then actually do something to back up their spoken or tacit admissions?

As usual when Cosson and The Civilians undertake one of their conscientious projects, Michael Friedman supplies songs -- or what ask to pass for songs. Many of them are merely dialogue set to music. Anyone desiring to get an idea of what these ditties sound like might want to go to the top of this review and begin singing it over a repetitive musical riff of his or her devising.

There are times, though, when Friedman composes something in a traditional mode. Then, what he produces are more like anti-songs, songlets, campy pastiches. An example is the sophomoric torch song "Charismatic Megafauna," wherein Cheung gets emotional about her encounter with animals as if she's emoting over the wrong men in her life.

Oh, well, in the context of Cosson and company's impassioned and convincingly dramatic piece, it's relatively easy to grin and bear Friedman's contributions. Everything else that transpires is worth it.

Trying to Sustain a Charade

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Keeping up appearances sometimes requires extraordinary effort. A lot can be overlooked when someone is young, pretty, perky and in good health. But when tragic events darken one's days, desperate times require desperate measures.

Whether a person develops elaborate schemes to hide a secret or, stripped of his usual support system, must improvise on the spot, imagination and resilience become key factors in keeping a secret a secret.

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In a joint project between the California Shakespeare Theater and Intersection for the Arts, an all-female production of Twelfth Night recently toured a wide variety of venues ranging from Intersection's home base in the San Francisco Chronicle Building to the Alameda County Juvenile Detention Center and the Berkeley Food and Housing Project.

With an ebullient musical score composed by Peter Vitale, this production was directed by Michelle Hensley, who explained that:

"Shakespeare performed this play with a single-sex cast. All the roles were played by men. This must have increased the layers of confusion the characters felt when they fell in love with someone who turned to be the 'wrong' person. I wanted to find out what would happen if the cast was only women. I think the confusion is equally delightful, and highlights how each of us has a male dimension and a female dimension, no matter our gender. I love the way Twelfth Night explores how falling in love can be an escape from enormous pain. So many characters in the play find themselves 'shipwrecked,' facing enormous losses in their lives and at a loss about just where to go or what to do next. Suddenly, someone wondrous and magnificent appears, someone whose love, if returned, could make all of your problems and pain vanish! Who wouldn't jump onto such a life raft?"



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Rami Margrom, Cindy Im and Maria Candelaria appear
in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night (Photo by: Kevin Berne)



Working with minimal sets and costumes in a four-sided arena arrangement of chairs that accommodated 80 people, the cast was led by Maria Candelaria as the rich and regal Olivia, Catherine Castellanos as a raucous Sir Toby Belch and Patty Gallagher as the foolish Andrew Aguecheek. Nancy Carlin did double duty as Olivia's steward, Malvolio and the Duke's servant, Valentine, while Cindy Im doubled as the shipwrecked Viola and her twin brother, Sebastian. Rounding out the cast were Rami Margron (as Duke Orsino and Olivia's servant, Maria). Sarita Ocon appeared as both as Olivia's jester, Feste and Sebastian's friend, Antonio.

While the performance was lively, quite charming and often filled with laughs, in the interest of full disclosure, there were moments when I had trouble concentrating due to some unexpected somatic pains (the first time I've ever had to take a Vicodin at intermission).

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My reaction to the American Conservatory Theater's new production of Eduardo de Filippo's 1945 play, Napoli! was muted for very different reasons. Much of the play focuses on the black market activities of Donna Amalia (Seana McKenna) in 1942 (when Naples was frequently being bombed by Allied forces and simple household staples were extremely difficult to obtain). Act II takes place 14 months later, following the liberation by Allied Forces who brought hope, joy and an economic upturn to an exhausted population that had been battered by a brutal combination of poverty and Fascism.

With a unit set designed by Erik Flatmo, Mark Rucker directed the play's large cast with an eye toward capturing the essential humanity underlying the financial and emotional stresses on Don Gennaro (Marco Barricelli), his family and their neighbors.

In discussing the importance of the Neapolitan dialect to Italian audiences, the great American playwright, Thornton Wilder, described De Filippo's writing as "forever unEnglishable." Although a new translation by Beatrice Basso and Linda Alper premiered several years ago with this production's debut at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, all of the translators' intense research seems like an academic labor of love that did not produce a drama with a great deal of tension. As A.C.T.'s artistic director, Carey Perloff notes:

"The act of translation is truly a rescue mission that can bring alive a play from a distant time or culture for a new audience. De Filippo is particularly challenging to translate because his Neapolitan dialect is so pungent and particular. There is a music to his language that needs to be carried forward and re-imagined. For me, hearing this lovely new American translation is almost like hearing a new play, full of discoveries and life, but also remarkably true to its original source material."



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Adelaide (Sharon Lockwood) and Donna Amalia (Seana McKenna)
in a scene from Act I of Napoli! (Photo by: Kevin Berne)



Unfortunately, De Filippo's play (which is nearly 70 years old) is showing its age. One never gets the feeling that anyone or anything could threaten Donna Amalia (who has all kinds of contingency plans up her sleeve). When a neighbor reports her to the authorities for selling black-market coffee, a well-rehearsed scam (in which her husband, Don Gennaro, pretends to be dead) is quickly set into motion moments before police officer Ciappa (Gregory Wallace) arrives on the scene.

This type of charade is as old as the commedia dell'arte. Inspired by a character mentioned in Dante's Inferno, Giacomo Puccini breathed new life into the deception with his one-act opera, Gianni Schicchi (which received its world premiere as the final act of Il Trittico at the Metropolitan Opera on December 14, 1918).

In De Filippo's play (which was originally known as The Millionaire of Napoli) there are intricately plotted relationship problems -- so carefully positioned that one can almost sit in the audience ready to give a stage manager's cues for a specific character's entrance.


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Anthony Fusco, Seana McKenna and Dion Mucciacito
in a scene from Act II of Napoli! (Photo by: Kevin Berne)



Don Gennaro disappears between acts and is believed to be dead. His sudden, disillusioned, confused and grimy return from the war raises all kinds of questions.

  • Will Donna Amalia fall for the slick charms of her business partner, Errico Settebellizze (Dion Mucciacito), who would really like to give her the business?

  • Will her handsome young son, Amedeo (Nick Gabriel), get nabbed by the police for stealing tires from automobiles?

  • Will her callousness toward a local accountant named Riccardo Spasiano (Anthony Fusco) come back to haunt her when her youngest daughter is perilously ill and everyone in the area is hiding the medicine necessary to keep her alive?

  • Will her oldest daughter, Maria Rosario (Blair Busbee), who has given up her virginity to an American soldier, bear an illegitimate child?


Under normal circumstances, such questions might hold the audience in the playwright's dramatic grip. But Donna Amalia's black market business has always been something that her husband did his best to ignore and, although it has helped her to feed her family, it has not been able to prevent her from getting a taste of her own medicine by the final curtain

Although her friend Adelaide (Sharon Lockwood) is always on hand for support, and the giggly Assunta (Lisa Kitchens) provides some comic relief as a "perhaps" widow who doesn't know whether it's time to stop mourning.and get on with her life, I found myself less impressed with Don Gennaro's final attempt to heal a family which has survived on lies and deceit than I was simply underwhelmed by the entire venture.


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Donna Amalia (Seana McKenna) and her husband, Gennaro
(Marco Barricelli) in a scene from Act II of Napoli!
(Photo by: Kevin Berne)


In situations like this, it's always valuable to ask "What did I take away from this experience?" The answer (which truly shocked me) proved that my experience was not what the playwright or director had intended. In the tiny role of Miezo Prevete, one of the Bay area's most reliable character actors (Gabriel Marin) delivered the finest impression of Art Carney's unforgettable Ed Norton (from The Honeymooners) I've ever seen.


To read more of George Heymont go to My Cultural Landscape

Frederica von Stade in Tour de Force Performance

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A Coffin in Egypt, a rarely produced 1980 play by Horton Foote would seem an unlikely subject for an opera, but in the hands of the marvelous Frederica von Stade and the talented composer and librettist team of Ricky Ian Gordon and Leonard Foglia, it becomes a tour de force. Set in rural Texas, the opera is essentially a 90-minute operatic monologue that tells the story of the star-crossed life and unhappy marriage of Myrtle Bledsoe , elegantly portrayed by von Stade.

Myrtle looks back over her life -- her dreams, her wrong decisions and her regrets over her troubled marriage to the philandering Hunter Bledsoe (David Matranga). Playwright Foote, who was supremely skilled at capturing the lives of his subjects, particularly women whose lives and talents were wasted, withering away in loveless marriages in desolate Texas towns. Gordon's music and Foglia's libretto perfectly capture the hopelessness of Myrtle's predicament as her dreams are slowly shattered.

But it is the enormous talent of von Stade -- not only her powerful and evocative voice -- but also her extraordinary acting gifts, that transform the opera into a tour de force. The wonderful details of von Stade's performance, from the subtle delicacy of her West Texas accent to the small, wistful gestures of her character, are transcendent and powerful. This is a performer of towering grace and achievement who has found a vehicle that is perfectly suited to her talents.

All the elements of this production seem to fall effortlessly into place, from the striking set by Riccardo Hernandez and lighting by Brian Nason, to the fine musical direction by conductor Kathleen Kelly. Performances by a gospel chorus of Cheryl D. Clansy, Laura Elizabeth Patterson, James M. Winslow and Jawan CM Jenkins offer a spiritual grace note that adds even more power to the production. And performances in supporting roles by Carolyn Johnson, Cecilia Duarte and Adam Noble provide additional texture to the power of von Stade's portrayal.

A Conversation With Chris Davies, Founder, 'Photo Independent: The International Exposition of Contemporary Photography,' Los Angeles

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Chris Davies is the President of Fabrik Media, a Los Angeles-based publishing and marketing agency. Concerned by the art fair under-representation of otherwise talented photographers, he founded "Photo Independent: The International Exposition of Contemporary Photography", held this year from April 25th to the 27th at the Raleigh Studios in Hollywood.

The exhibition, the first of its kind in Los Angeles, features the work of 70 photographers from around the world. The Selection Committee included Daniel Cornell, Palm Springs Art Museum, Graham Howe, curator, photo-historian, and artist, Sarah Lee, curator and gallerist, and Eve Schillo Curatorial Assistant at the Wallis Annenberg Photography Department at LACMA. The exhibition also includes a Guest of Honor, Andy Summers, photographer and member of "The Police"; a Special Exhibitions section; and a series of talks, "The Dialogue," meant to deepen one's knowledge of contemporary photography.


JS: Staging the show in a movie studio was, to put it mildly, inspired. How did you come up with that?

CD: I've had the idea for this kind of fair for several years now, but wasn't sure where to stage it (pardon the pun). Then once I saw Paris Photo last year at Paramount Studios, it dawned on me that Raleigh Studios would be the perfect venue and partner for this type of fair. I've been on the lot many, many times and loved the feeling of Raleigh Studios.

JS: What was your inspiration for the show? Was there an aha-moment or was it just a gnawing impression that the medium was given short shrift?

CD: Actually, not just the medium, but artists are being given a short shrift. The art fair system is such that if you're not a gallery or part of a gallery's stable of artists you cannot exhibit your work at traditional art fairs. I've been working with artists for over 20 years as publisher and marketing consultant, and have had many discussions with artists regarding art fairs and their inability to exhibit there because they don't have a gallery representing them or their dealer that does represent them can't bring all their artists to the fair. And as mentioned earlier this idea had been percolating for a while.

JS: Why do you think photography is underrepresented at art fairs? Is it cyclical, that is, is it because at the moment the pendulum of art swings more towards installations and painting and less towards photography? Or do you think there is something else at work here?

CD: For a long time there has been a prejudice against photography in the art world. There are still some folk that tell me that painting is art, and photography is not, because there is more than one print struck. These people do not seem to understand the changing reality of our contemporary culture. Photography is the incendiary art form of our time. Photography, Cinema, video -- it has permeated our culture to the point where I sometimes wonder really, is there any other art that comes before a camera.

I am being a tad hyperbolic here, but really it's about time that those among us who practice the art of photography and have raised the bar on the medium, should now be shown and acknowledged as the amazing artists that they are.

JS: What kind of support, especially initially, did you have from the Los Angeles art community?

CD: I have had tremendous support from the Los Angeles art community. Especially from other art fairs here in LA, specifically Photo LA and the Los Angeles Art Show, both mainstays in January's fair season. Local organizations such as the Los Angeles Art Association, Art Weekend LA, Create:Fixate, and many other such organizations have been tremendously supportive. Not to mention the artists themselves. They are excited about what we have created.

JS: What was the Selection Committee's mandate in choosing the work?

CD: They were trying to choose work that was both traditional and unconventional.

We wanted to show work that demonstrated both technical proficiency and creative choices that were fresh and offbeat.

JS: Who chose the contributors in the Special Exhibitions segment of the fair?

CD: These exhibitions were chosen by me. I wanted to showcase Andy Summers, not because of who he is and known for, but for who he is as a photographer. He is a great photographer who has not been given the recognition he deserves because of where he came from.

The AX3 winners are breathtaking adventurers; there are some wonderful new talents here and I wanted the world to see them. The AX3 exhibition came from a photography competition Fabrik we ran last year, and I felt this would be a great venue to showcase this talent from all levels of photography -- professionals, non-professionals, students and Mobile Photographers.

JS: You've set up an impressive educational program. How important is education to the fair itself and to photography in general?

CD: It's usually a component of most art fairs, and ours as well. Photography is dynamic, it mirrors technology-driven culture that we live in, and its important to me to have the fair be a conduit of information, to communicate the new modalities in the medium and maybe to be a catalyst for the pioneers among us.

JS: What were your biggest challenges in staging the event?

CD: Getting the word out, and establishing a measure of trust so that artists would feel excited about the potential a showing here would give to their careers and at the same time I wanted the artists to feel a measure of safety coming here to Los Angeles.

JS: Is there anything you will do different next year?

CD: Start earlier.

JS: A scant weekend is a very brief amount of time. Especially if the weather turns sour. Will future Photo Independents also run that short?

CD: We will wait and see.

JS: What do you want to be peoples' walkaway impression from the show?

CD: I want people to be bowled over. Great art makes you change the way you think about the world, change the way you see. I want people to dream about a work that they saw here and think about life in a fresh new way. That is what I feel when I see some of the work here.

JS: How will you determine whether the event has been a success?

CD: The level of enthusiasm among collectors and artists opening night was gratifying. And it was reflected in sales. There are so many artists who have sacrificed a lot, to print their work and come to Los Angeles, in the hope that their work would be appreciated... and they are selling. That is what its all about, really, isn't it?

JS: What can we look forward to in next year's installment?

CD: I'm hopeful that we will include more of an international contingency in next year's fair and add to our programming for both artists and photography collectors.

For more information, please visit photoindependent.com.

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Artists' Assistants and the IRS

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Not a trick question: Are artists' "employees," or are they "independent contractors"? There are reasons why artists may want them to be a little bit of both. Many employers, including artists, prefer to forgo the paperwork and payment of employee taxes (withholding unemployment insurance and social security, among others) by labeling those who work for them independent contractors. The IRS simply needs to receive a 1099 tax form from the employer for the independent contractor, listing the amount paid to that person, who is otherwise responsible for reporting his or her own income and paying estimated taxes on that amount.

Attempting to make the issue of who is an employee more black-and-white is the Internal Revenue Service, which initiated a drive in 1995 to collect unpaid taxes from employers in all sectors of the economy for independent contractors who are actually salaried employees. "There has been concern for some time about compliance with IRS guidelines," said a spokesperson for the federal agency. "Some employers aren't withholding taxes as they should, and some aren't even filing 1099s for the people they claim are independent contractors."

For artists, the IRS action has meant that they must establish a new relationship with their assistants, one that involves more structure and accountability than the traditional flow of artistic help in and out of their studios. "The IRS wants to make everyone who works for me employees," said painter Tom Wesselman. "To my mind, everyone who works for me are independent artists, who work out of their own studios as well as in my studio. They have their own income apart from me and deduct the costs of their own materials and studios. The IRS is causing complications for me and for a lot of other artists who hire assistants."

New York City accountant Rubin Gorewitz also noted that "an artist's studio isn't like General Motors or AT&T. The people working in the studio are more involved specifically in the arts and are hired for their aesthetic sense, which they pursue in their own art." He added that, increasingly, "I tell artists to hire a business manager who will be in charge of the employees and who can see that things get done so that the artists can do their own work."

Accountants for a number of major artists have been busy readjusting the payroll taxes for the assistants their clients employ. One who came into conflict with the IRS over the issue of independent contractor versus employee was Seattle glassmaker Dale Chihuly. Another, who shifted accounting procedures in advance of an audit, is Arman, the New York sculptor. "We used to treat these assistants as independent contractors, but then we saw the writing on the wall," said Arman's accountant, Kenneth Goldglit, "and we changed them to employees."

While some artists prefer not to pay taxes for their assistants by calling them independent contractors, their assistants may have a legal basis to be considered joint authors of the artists' work if they were involved directly with the finished pieces, a right that employees do not have. That joint authorship would be dependent upon the degree to which the assistant could prove that his or her original ideas and decision-making is part of the final work, according to Joshua Kaufman, a Washington, D.C. lawyer who often represents artists. "Employees, on the other hand, have no claims to copyright ownership," he said. "Artists would rather their assistants be independent contractors for tax purposes, but prefer them to be employees for the purposes of retaining copyright," he said.

There have been a number of lawsuits brought by former assistants against the artists for whom they worked for joint copyright ownership of works, but they have all been settled out of court. Proving that one has made a significant contribution to another artist's work is not a simple process "as it is usually only the artist and the assistant who knows who did what, and ego gets in the way," Kaufman said. "If I say to an assistant, 'finish the sky in my painting,' that person might be able to make a good case for being a joint author, but if say, 'do this area here just as I blocked it out,' joint authorship becomes more difficult to establish.

Kaufman, who in 1989 successfully argued before the United States Supreme Court the right of sculptor James Earl Reid to claim copyright ownership of a work that a nonprofit group had commissioned him to create, noted that employers should require assistants whom they hire as independent contractors to waive all claims to copyright for all works created during the period of their relationship.

It is not uncommon for certain artists to have a large number of assistants in their employ. The complexity of the process involved in sculpture and printmaking, for example, often requires artists to hire others to perform certain technical tasks, from creating maquettes and inking printing plates to ordering materials supervising foundry work. Other artists' assistants may work in bookkeeping, clerical or marketing positions, and often the tasks demanded depend upon what is needed to be done on a particular day. Artists with very high volume sales sometimes seem like the presidents of small companies, with office managers and department heads overseeing a variety of activities. Peter Max, for instance, has separate retail and wholesale marketing staffs as well as two publicists, a receptionist and assistants performing various other functions, adding up to more than 35 employees. Many of these employees have voice-mail. Robert Rauschenberg employs more than a dozen people in his studios in New York City and Captiva Island, Florida. Dale Chihuly has between 15 and 20 employees, among them a comptroller, several bookkeepers, publicists, sales staff and others who assist this partially blind artist create his work.

The IRS developed a list of 20 criteria for establishing whether or not someone is actually an independent contractor or an employee. An independent contractor, for instance, may be defined as someone who determines his or her own hours, hires his or her own assistants, decides how a particular job is to be performed and supplies all materials necessary to complete the work. On the other hand, an employee is under the control and direction of the employer, given specific instructions on how the work is to be done, with set wages and fixed hours at the employer's work site. There are also a dozen or so criteria, many of them virtually the same, for determining who is an independent contractor and who an employee in questions of copyright ownership.

The rules for deciding whether or not an assistant is an actual employee are clear, Kenneth Goldglit said, "and the amount of taxes an artist will have to pay are really not all that significant. These are normal costs of any business. If the artist earns enough to hire an assistant, he's making enough to pay the taxes on that person. And, if the artist can produce more works because of the assistant's help, then he'll have more to sell and make more money."

Why Life May Not Be a Cabaret & More Tony Musings

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Well, the Administration Committee did it, they ruled Cabaret Tony eligible. I wrote previously about how there would be precedent for that ruling (including precedent involving the show Cabaret), but I had hoped common-sense would prevail. Oh, well.

This Cabaret already won its Tony -- Roundabout itself is constantly promoting the production as its "Tony-winning production of Cabaret." Just as Alan Cumming is not eligible for his return as Master of Ceremonies, the show should not be eligible for its return. But it is. I have a feeling the reason it was deemed eligible has something to do with its producers. Roundabout, which operates three Broadway houses, is the most powerful of the city's non-profit theater companies. And it likes to throw its weight around. Something tells me if in two seasons the 2012 Porgy and Bess returned, there would suddenly be some new rule disqualifying it. This is pure speculation however -- right now the only thing that matters is the fact that Cabaret is eligible.

Now, in any previous year, I would be annoyed, but let it go. All four shows would get nominated, Cabaret wouldn't win, and it would be what it would be. This year though things are a little messier. That is because the Administration Committee made another controversial decision this year: in February, it enacted a new rule regarding the number of shows that could be nominated in a given category. A lot of press has been given to it -- mostly because it has the potential to expand the Best Musical, Best Play and Best Revival categories. But there is also the very real chance it will reduce the amount of Best Revival of a Musical Tony nominees. The rule reads:

Where there are five or fewer eligible shows in a Best Show category, at the Tony Nominating Meeting, the Nominating Committee will be instructed to cast one vote each for three eligible shows as nominees on his/her secret ballot. Such ballot shall be collected and tabulated by a representative of the Accounting Firm. The three eligible shows with the highest number of votes will automatically be the nominees in such category. The Accounting Firm will determine if a fourth nominee shall be added to the category in the event that the difference in votes between the third highest ranked show and the fourth highest ranked show is three votes or less.


When this rule first came up, I have to admit, I didn't read it closely and thought the Nominating Committee would cheat. I figured they would use it to expand the nominee count, but never constrict it. Upon closer reading though, it's going to be fairly difficult for them to cheat, short of a prior discussion and a full comparison of Best Revival votes (a process which is more Drama Desk than Tonys). There are now four musicals eligible in the Best Revival of a Musical category: Cabaret, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Les Miserables and Violet. 2014-04-27-lesmis2.jpg

So, this year, the fact that Cabaret is eligible could mean there is a show that is left out in the cold. I hope it is Cabaret. All three other productions are new stagings of popular musicals -- they are what this category should be about. Yet it very well might be one of them that is omitted from the nomination list. (My feeling is that Hedwig is safe, as it's the hit of the moment.) Or all four could be nominated despite this rule. It all depends on the votes.

If anything other than Cabaret is left out, expect some really angry producers. Of course, Roundabout is also the lead producer of Violet, and it may be difficult, though not impossible, for the organization to be angry, given the situation.

A few other Tony thoughts:

Ramin Karimloo is amazing in Les Miz, yet he didn't receive Outer Critics Circle or Drama Desk Award nominations. He more than deserves a Tony nomination.

For some unknown reason, the design team for Aladdin was snubbed by the Drama Desks. The look of Aladdin is its most wondrous feature. The sets, costumes and lighting all deserve nominations.

Every year there are some other people that I would also like to see remembered, just because in my head they should be. These aren't necessarily people who have a shot in their category (and, indeed, I'm not including really obvious nominees), but they are people who left a lasting impression on me. (Like Hannah Nordberg as Olive in off-Broadway's Little Miss Sunshine -- I still cannot believe Stephanie J. Block got a Drama Desk nomination and she didn't. Pity she cannot be Tony nominated.) This year that list includes:

Celia Keenan-Bolger, The Glass Menagerie

Anyone in ensemble of Twelfth Night/Richard III

Anika Larsen, Beautiful

Jarrod Specter, Beautiful

Rebecca Hall, Machinal

Dearbhla Molloy, Outside Mullingar

LaChanze, If/Then

Anyone in the ensemble of The Cripple of Inishmaan, especially Ingrid Craigie and Gillian Hanna

Anyone in the ensemble of Casa Valentina, minus Lisa Emery

Good luck to everyone Tuesday! More to come after the big announcement.

A Parent's Worst Nightmare

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History and literature are filled with stories about children who have been separated from their parents.

  • In some tales, children wander from home (Hansel and Gretel) or are lost by inattentive parents (Peter Pan).

  • In others, children may be the sole survivors of a dreadful accident (Lord of the Flies) or street urchins who have managed to escape the miserable lifestyle of a Victorian era workhouse (Oliver Twist).

  • In some stories, parents lose their children because they have failed to live up to a promise (The Pied Piper of Hamelin, Beauty and the Beast).

  • In 2010's devastating Holocaust film, The Roundup, thousands of French children are taken from their parents by the Nazis during World War II.






What happens to children who are separated from their parents often depends on their survival instincts, their ability to find their way home, or their quick, resourceful thinking. A delicious plot twist in Gilbert & Sullivan's 1879 comic opera, The Pirates of Penzance, revolves around the piratical vow never to harm an orphan.





It's easy for audiences to become jaded and wonder how a filmmaker could possibly come up with a new angle from which to address the world's oldest form of separation anxiety. However, two new films manage to offer unique twists on an old predicament by demanding their viewers reconsider the age-old question: Which contributes most strongly to a family's ability to remain intact: nature or nurture?

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On the day I underwent a lithotripsy procedure (which bombards a kidney stone with sound waves in an attempt to break it into tiny pieces), I sat in one of the spacious lobbies of the new Kaiser Medical Center Hospital in Oakland and watched a mini-drama unfold before my eyes. On the other side of the lobby, an Asian-American mother was waiting with a small child in front of a bank of elevators. As an elevator door opened, the mother said something to the child and proceeded to walk into the elevator.

At that very moment, the child was distracted by something and turned around (facing away from the elevators). Before the mother could turn around and see what had happened, the doors closed between mother and son. There was a tense moment of silence before the child started crying.

It was the kind of moment that would be perfect for a kidnapping in a shopping mall or some other public setting. As two African-American employees who had watched the scene unfold passed by my chair, I head one of them ask "What kind of mother doesn't know that you need to hold onto your child's hand to prevent them from wandering away from you at that age?"

Good advice. But what happens when an older and slightly more mature child vanishes from the living room of his home while his mother is entertaining friends in that very same room? You get an absurdist thriller like Congratulations! (which was screened as part of San Francisco's 2014 SFIndie Fest).


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Poster art for Congratulations!



It takes a while before viewers might realize that Mike Brune's film is not supposed to make sense.

  • The parents of the missing child, Paul Ryan Gray, are obviously distraught and a bit surprised to find their likenesses included in the police sketches of potential suspects.

  • Mr. Gray (Robert Longstreet) seems more confused and inconvenienced than concerned, scared, or angry about his son's disappearance. Late in the investigation, he tells the police that he's really got to get back to work.

  • Mrs. Gray (Rhoda Griffis) alternates between being in shock and cooperating with police requests to reenact the day her child disappeared by wandering around the neighborhood in hysterics.

  • Paul's older brother, David (Graeme McKeon), couldn't care less about his missing sibling because the little brat was a royal pain in the ass.

  • Paul's younger brother, Jeff (Blake Jones), is thrilled that the detective has deputized him and given him a flashlight, a badge, and two handguns to use in his hunt for the missing child.

  • The Gray's home is covered with posters for the missing boy and the kind of yellow crime scene tape used in detective shows on television.

  • The Gray family is persuaded to take a vacation to Cape Canaveral, Florida, where someone else's child (who had once gone missing) mysteriously showed up flying a kite.



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Mrs Gray (Rhoda Griffis) is a distraught mother
whose son has vanished in Congratulations!



Slowly, however, the viewer becomes aware that the story keeps shifting its focus from the missing child to the missing inner child of Detective Dan Skok (John Curran) of the Missing Persons Unit. At one point, using time-aging software, he examines what Paul would look like as he aged -- only to discover that by the time Paul turned 60, he would look exactly like Detective Skok.

And there's the key to understanding Brune's film. Skok is single. He has no wife, no children, and no family. He's the kind of workaholic gumshoe who has always lived for his job and, although due to retire, has nowhere else to go. After moving into the Grays' home, he sends them away and, while searching for clues, waters the lawn, does some ironing, and performs other housekeeping chores.

After several weeks, Paul is found hiding in the laundry room and effortlessly rejoins his family. There is no talk of a miracle nor the slightest explanation about how he survived for weeks on his own. Suddenly, the case is closed and Detective Skok has nowhere to go.


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Detective Skok searches for clues in Congratulations!



Furtive glances between Mr. and Mrs. Gray underscore their anxiety about how to tell Skok that, although he's always welcome in their home and will always be considered a part of their family, it's time for him to get out of their lives. When his boss (Jack McGee), asks "What the fuck are you still doing here?" Skok replies "Police work."

Congratulations! is quite obviously a labor of love by someone who adores the police procedural genre. Although extremely well crafted by Brune, it may leave audiences scratching their heads and feeling strangely unfulfilled. Here's the trailer:





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One of the most popular literary devices involves two infants who were switched at birth. Gilbert & Sullivan employed this tactic twice, mining comic gold from the gimmick in 1878's HMS Pinafore; or, The Lass That Loved a Sailor and 1889's The Gondoliers; or, The King of Barataria.







What happens when the child-swapping device is used in a contemporary drama? A new film by Japan's Hirokazu Kore-Eda examines what transpires after a six-year-old child's DNA tests (required for his school admission application) fail to match up with the genetic profiles of his parents. With DNA testing now easily available, hospital administrators soon discover that two infant boys were switched shortly after being born. But why? And by whom?

Like Father, Like Son explores the emotional trauma when two sets of parents learn that the children they have grown to love are not related to them by bloodline. Although both boys are happy and healthy, their families are quite different.

Ryota Nonomiya (Masaharu Fukuyama) is a highly competitive businessman who sees his son, Keita (Keita Ninomiya) as always needing to study harder and improve his learning scores. A workaholic who can never find time to spend with his family, Ryota lacks basic paternal instincts, is emotionally unavailable, and is missing the kind of active imagination that would keep a child's attention. There isn't much warmth between Ryota's parents or between Ryota and his brother.

Although Ryota's wife, Midori (Machiko Ono) initially seems subservient (in a more traditional Japanese manner), she's less than satisfied with their marriage. All little Keita wants is his father's love and approval.

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Ryota Nonomyia (Masaharu Fukuyama) with his six-year-old son,
Keita (Keita Ninomiya) in Like Father, Like Son



By contrast, Yudai Saiki (Lily Franky) is a devoted father of three who runs a small appliance repair shop. His wife, Yukari (Yoko Maki), works in a fast food restaurant. Unlike the Nonomiyas, the Saikis are much more touchy-feely with their children (Yudai doesn't hesitate to share a bathtub with a young boy). Their oldest son, Ryusei (Shogen Hwang) is an average child, confident in his family's love and happy in the warmth of their home.

Each family's socioeconomic status plays a major role in Like Father, Like Son. Ryota is an upper middle class businessman who clings to certain traditions of Japanese culture (most notably that heredity is everything). Because his wife was raised in a rural environment, Midori has some insecurities about big city living but does her best to coach her son in his attempts to play the piano. Keita gets along best with his maternal grandmother, who likes to play Wii tennis with the boy.

Yudai may have less money and prestige than Ryota, but has solid fathering instincts and delights in spending time with his family. When both couples are advised by hospital staff to switch the boys back to their biological parents as soon as possible (and avoid further contact with each other), they must figure out how to stop loving one child and transfer their affection to someone new. As six year olds, Keita and Ryusei are justifiably confused and react like kids.


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Ryota (Masaharu Fukuyama) and his wife (Machiko Ono) look
at a picture of their biological son in Like Father, Like Son



At first, the parents' reactions seem a bit odd. Ryota's initial reaction is a combination of horror that his biological son is living with lower class parents and that he should try to buy his child back from them so that, even with his limited interest in parenting, he can "own" both children. Yudai is carefully tracking every financial opportunity to be reimbursed by the hospital for the damage caused by its employees' neglect. As filmmaker Kore-eda Hirokazu explains:

"Like the protagonist in the story, I have a five-year-old child. Through making this film I wanted to think about what blood connections really mean -- an idea that is very close to me. I honestly don't know if we can describe the changes Ryota undergoes as growth or maturity, but what I can say is that becoming a father is not something you do on your own -- your child makes a father out of you. I also wanted there to be a contrast of character between the two children. Because the boys are six years old, I wanted them to express confusion, rather than sadness, towards their situation."



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Poster art for Like Father, Like Son



It takes about five minutes to completely surrender to the charms of Like Father, Like Son thanks, in large part, to the exuberant charm of the little boy playing Keita. Backed by a sensitive musical score by Shin Yasui, the film's poignancy hits every vulnerable nerve. As usual, the two wives prove to be much more flexible, cooperative, and genuinely concerned about the children than their husbands. Here's the trailer:


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To read more of George Heymont go to My Cultural Landscape

The Similarity of Poets and Madmen: The Complete & Condensed Stage Directions of Eugene O'Neill: Volume 2

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Dylan Marron, Christopher Borg, Cara Francis, Roberta Colindrez, and Cecil Baldwin in The Complete and Condensed Stage Directions of Eugene O'Neill, Vol. 2, produced by the New York NeoFuturists. Photo by Hunter Canning.

If you've ever read a play, you've probably wondered about those italicized parts of the script that mingle with the dialogue. (If you've never read a play, you should get on that, by the way.) But back to those italicized words, or "stage directions," as we theater folks call them. In my own acting days, I was always told that the first thing to do with those stage directions is to cross them out and ignore them. Eugene O'Neill, that melancholy Irish-American giant of a playwright, rolls over in his grave every time someone says that. You see, O'Neill doesn't write the kind of stage directions that instruct the actor to put down a cup or cross to a door, but instead uses his stage directions to say things like, "THE BUSINESS MAN edges away from THE POET, firmly convinced that his convictions regarding the similarity of poets and madmen are based upon fact."

Obviously, this kind of stage direction shouldn't be ignored, but how would you perform such a sentiment on stage? Will the audience get it? Two years ago, the intrepid New York Neo-Futurists decided to do something a bit different. Instead of performing scripts where the stage directions were crossed out or ignored or simply left unspoken, they decided to cross out the dialogue and leave the stage directions. The result was the immensely popular show The Complete & Condensed Stage Directions of Eugene O'Neill: Volume 1 Early Plays/ Lost Plays. The show ran at the Kraine Theater and was extended and then remounted due to the demand. I saw that production four times and have been hooked on everything NY Neo ever since.

As I've enjoyed getting to know the NY Neos and their work, I've become even more eager to see the next installment of this work. My own interest in stage directions means that I have spent a great deal of time discussing, analyzing, and looking forward to this NY Neo project. I have finally had the opportunity to see The Complete & Condensed Stage Directions of Eugene O'Neill: Volume 2, and I couldn't be happier that this innovative series is back in New York City!

Director and adaptor Christopher Loar has once again chosen a series of O'Neill plays that have an impressive scope of stage directions. Here we are treated to Recklessness (1913), Warnings (1913), Fog (1914), Abortion (1914), and The Sniper (1915), which are all performed by four actors: Christopher Borg, Roberta Colindrez, Cara Francis, and Dylan Marron. The voice of Welcome to Night Vale, Cecil Baldwin, reads O'Neill's missives to the audience and actors. The performers utilize the wide stage at the Cino Theater (in Theater for the New City) as an extensive playground for the various instructions given.

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Christopher Borg, Roberta Colindrez, and Dylan Marron. Photo by Hunter Canning.

The stage morphs as O'Neill layers instruction upon instruction as the performers construct a version of the physical space, detailed personalities, and required emotional instructions that comprise each of the plays listed. Baldwin's smooth, noir-like delivery is juxtaposed with the frantic movements of the performers who jump at the opportunity to execute O'Neill's instructions. This combination of energy is a continuation of the first version of Complete & Condensed, though it is slightly dissipated by the larger space of the Cino. In the Kraine Theater, the audience felt the strain of the expansive stage directions being contained to a small stage, very close to a cozy audience. The abundance of space in the Cino means that the audience is more distanced from what was happening, which is not necessarily bad, but simply different from the audience relationship that existed in the first volume.

Yet this production also builds on what was done in the first volume. One of the greatest innovations here is the doubling performed by some of the actors. Marron, for example, has an entire scene in which he plays both characters involved in a discussion. The result is absolutely hilarious, as he must remember to take on all of the detailed physical descriptions of each character every time he has to add another stage direction to them.

This volume is also much more in touch with the fact that these stage directions alone can be either hilariously outrageous or devastatingly effective. In the final play of the evening, The Sniper, the stage directions are not fought against in the manner in which they are in the other plays. In other words, we laugh at the other plays not because the directions are meant to be funny, but rather because the ways the performers are interpreting them point out how words can be simultaneously insufficient and overbearing. In The Sniper, we see that the stage directions can also set the mood entirely without spoken dialogue. While in most of the plays reading the stage directions alone creates an alternative play, in The Sniper it simply creates a concise version of the original.

Overall, the NY Neos have once again pulled back the curtain to reveal the unspoken and under-appreciated world of Eugene O'Neill's stage directions. If you are looking for a night of theatre that will make you laugh as well as think, then go and head over to the visual and auditory feast that is The Complete & Condensed Stage Directions of Eugene O'Neill: Volume 2. I know I'll be going back to appreciate the brilliant performers, the excellent direction, and the words from that playwright who was a living example of the relation of poets and madmen.

Searching for Connections, in Panama

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Film producing is about making connections, getting in touch with the right person at the right time, having a good sense of what works, what sells, and who will be the next star, either in front or behind the camera.

Panama, blessed with a strategic geographic location, is all about connections too: bridging the North to the South, the Pacific to the Atlantic, and tradition to modernity. This April, Panama City opened the first subway in Central America and became the epicenter of the Latin American film industry by hosting the new PLATINO, the Ibero-American Film Award as well as the International Film Festival of Panama and MEETS, the first co-production platform in the region.

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Filmmakers from near and far were called to join each other in this vibrant capital to present their stories in order to find that crucial connection that would move their scripts to the screen.

I was invited to attend the first ever MEETS, the Latin American Film Market, as part of a group of experts: producers, sales agents, festival programmers, distributors, as well as some talent agents. We came to listen, give advice to directors and producers, and possibly build connections to further the whole process.

When asked, what a producer actually does, I always reply that we are the ones who bring value. I'm the one who connects stories to talent, money to projects, films to festivals, product to the market. I'm the one who takes risks and believes in a person, a cause, and a team. The producer recognizes the potential of an idea or a finished script, and then guides and supports the vision of the finished film.

I enjoy being on either side of the table, either as a filmmaker or as an expert. I notice that the power distribution is not as uneven as it may appear at first. Novice producers, writers and directors often come cap-in-hand, begging for a check or an invitation, in the hope of solving their problem and green-lighting the film.

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A Filmmaker is like the captain of a ship entering the Panama passage at sea level, looking up at the lake level, located 85 feet higher in order to enter the world famous canal. It can be overwhelming and frustrating to stare at that big gap of altitude, which must be overcome. Here is where the ingenuity of the three locks comes to play: each lock gradually fills up with water and then allows the gate to open to the next level. Little by little, even the biggest and heaviest cargo will float up until the planes are leveled. Then, the captain can smoothly sail onward.
I'm learning in my career that success comes step-by-step by following a focused idea and allowing things to unfold naturally rather than forcing a quantum leap, a lucky punch or a big break.

We, the decision makers, search for partners with whom we can connect on eye level, with a strong personal and unique voice: writers, directors, and producers with an exceptional vision. Successful are the ones who are able to communicate with an open mind and are willing to adapt to any weather, thus allowing us to navigate the waters together.

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Starting a film production entails entering a relationship for at least a few years, a relationship where trust and communication is key. The most attractive partners are connected, not just among each other, but also to a vision and a power from within.

On the Future of Wagnerism, Part 2: Jewish Wagnerites and Wagner Societies

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Part 1 of "On The Future of Wagnerism," "Do New Revelations of Hitler's Taste in Art Cast New Light on Wagner Appreciation?" was published on Huffington Post, 2/18/14.


Part 1 of "On The Future of Wagnerism" explored the implications for Wagner appreciation of emerging revelations about Hitler's taste in art. It also considered the related question of whether Wagner is "stuck in a Nazi rut," as New Yorker music critic Alex Ross put it. Ross doubtless speaks for many Wagnerites who have grown impatient with what they feel to be the exhausted and myopic discussion of Wagner's links to Hitler and Nazism at the expense of Wagner appreciation, especially as we mark the bicentennial of the composer's birth. What will be Wagner's place in the next century? Part 1 sees two trends. The first is an inevitable receding of the Hitler-Wagner connection, as time and history move on. Just as we no longer concern ourselves with the wars and politics and biases that cradled the Greek tragedies, presumably we will care less and less about those that nurtured Wagner. The bathwater of Hitler and Nazism will eventually get thrown out, the baby of Wagner's art saved. The countervailing trend suggests that the ongoing fallout from Wagner's epochal anti-Semitism, Hitler's adoration of Wagner and Bayreuth's enthusiastic collaborations with Hitler and Nazism will continue to lead to a less exalted, more qualified place for the composer in the annals of art.

"Fifty years after the demise of the Third Reich, it is incomprehensible that intelligent people still deny the obvious truth that if the New Testament of the Nazi political and religious cult was Mein Kampf, the Old Testament was the work of Richard Wagner." That's how Gottfried Wagner (the composer's great grandson), playwright William M. Hoffman and composer John Corigliano (co-creators of The Ghosts of Versailles), composer Michael Shapiro and I put it in a published letter to the editor of the New York Times in 1998, in response to a New York Times piece, "The Specter of Hitler in the Music of Wagner," by music critic and historian Joseph Horowitz. Reviewing Germanic studies professor Marc Weiner's Wagner and The Anti-Semitic Imagination, which shows how Wagner's texts and music are riddled with anti-Semitic allusions, Horowitz wrote in what's now a long-established tradition of Wagnerites -- many of them, like Horowitz, impressively learned and accomplished, and a striking number of them Jewish -- whose willingness and often enough eagerness to rationalize, minimize, obfuscate and deny the presence and toxicity of Wagner's anti-Semitism can strain credulity.

Wagner and Me is a recent documentary created by and featuring the wonderful actor and brave gay activist Stephen Fry, a Jewish Wagnerite who claims his Jewish identity while making an admirable but not very in-depth effort to face some of the history and truth about Bayreuth, Wagner and Wagner's operas, as he tours the Wagner Festival's grounds. Like Horowitz, Fry acknowledges Wagner's anti-Semitism and Bayreuth's Nazi history. In his tone and body language in the film, Fry elicits the kind of surpassing forgiveness and trust, a feeling of comfort, of being at home, that the Jews of Wagner's circle who so revered the composer must have felt, notwithstanding the abundance of evidence to the contrary around and about them. It's the same feeling of comfort and trust you sense in the Wagnerism of Joseph Horowitz.

Surely so supreme an artist as Wagner simply must be surpassingly worthy of trust. Therefore, so this logic goes, trust not what Wagner ranted in treatises and journals and letters, or undeniably depicted in his music and texts, but what's otherwise intuitable, however inchoately, in the interstices of his art, especially in what Horowitz and others see as the complexity, empathy and ambiguity of his characterizations of villains and heroes alike. In this view, Wotan, Siegried, Alberich and Mime, like Amfortas, Parsifal, Klingsor and Kundry, exist in a kind of musico-dramatic ether of human, moral and characterological equipoise. However villainous Alberich, Mime and Kundry may really be, they are more recognizably human and capable of arousing levels of compassion denied the too often insufferably virtuous Siegfried and Parsifal. That this is precisely Wagner's point about the Jews -- that they can appeal in ways that mask their reality, and that those who perceive and act on that awareness can seem comparatively smug and self-righteous -- seems ever to elude Wagnerites.

I, too, always knew about Wagner's anti-Semitism and Bayreuth's Nazi history. Notwithstanding that knowledge, I embraced that same deep feeling of trust, that comfort of heimat within the universe of Wagner's art, which held me bewitched for much of my younger opera-going life. We Wagnerites all, non-Jewish and Jewish alike, became Kundrys under the spell of "the sorcerer of Bayreuth." Wagner, "the master of Bayreuth," was the master of our senses at the price of our souls. We had no idea how far we had wandered into the realms of and how complicit we had become with racist, nationalist and anti-Semitic agendas.

Fast forward to a generation later, when Ned Rorem, never a Wagnerite, tried to bring me to my senses, to get me to see what we Wagnerites never could, no matter what kind of lip service we gave to critical and qualifying views of Wagner, no matter how hard we tried: that greatness of the art does not mean greatness -- nobility, humanity, character -- of the artist. That greatness of art equals greatness of heart is an equation that turns out to be no more true for composers than for train conductors.

Most notable of recent contributions to this discourse is a documentary film, Wagner's Jews, created by Hilan Warshaw, a filmmaker, writer and musician, which documents the remarkable extent and complexity of the social and psychological sadomasochism of Wagner's relationships with a number of Jews. In the process, it documents with singular clarity and accessibility the depth, seriousness and progression of Wagner's anti-Semitism. Warshaw's film features commentary from a number of prominent Jewish musicians and writers, including Leon Botstein, Paul Lawrence Rose and Robert Gutman. So effective is Warshaw's exposure of the psychosocial masochism of Jews in their relations with Wagner that it's impossible not to consider parallels with the most infamous of such behaviors -- the Jewish kapos and Judenrate in their relationships with the Nazis. With great respect for the impossible circumstances and choices forced upon these Jews by the Nazis, and notwithstanding Alex Ross's wishful certainty that the Nazis paid no attention to and couldn't have cared less about Wagner, when the Nazis were looking for tutorials of how to exploit the psychology of the vulnerability and self-effacement of Jews -- what we more commonly refer to as the internalization of anti-Semitism -- they would have found no greater or more sophisticated an exemplar than Richard Wagner.

Not interviewed in Warshaw's film is Daniel Barenboim, a Jewish Wagnerite who fits right into this discussion. (Scheduling conflicts prevented Barenboim's participation in the film.) Barenboim, whose humanitarian efforts to work with Palestinian musicians are widely lauded, is the author of a recent essay, "Wagner and the Jews," in the New York Review of Books, which shows that the distinguished Israeli conductor and pianist still clings to the Wagnerite and especially Jewish Wagnerite delusion that Wagner's admittedly extreme anti-Semitism does not infect his music or operas, their meaning or appreciation. The art, Barenboim keeps trying to believe and insist, is independent of the man. In their public conversation together at Columbia, no matter how hard the eminent Palestinian intellectual and literary theorist Edward Said tried to get his friend Barenboim to acknowledge the obvious taint of anti-Semitism in Wagner's works, the conductor would not budge.

To my knowledge, no conductor of international renown has refused to conduct Wagner. Some, however, have refused to conduct at Bayreuth, most famously Toscanini during WWII and Leonard Bernstein in the postwar period. Bernstein had been in correspondence with Wolfgang Wagner (Wagner's grandson, Gottfried's father and, together with his brother Wieland, a Nazi collaborator) about leading a new production of Tristan und Isolde there. Tristan, Bernstein felt, was free of the anti-Semitism that infected most of the other works. Ostensibly, these negotiations fell through because of scheduling conflicts, but I was acquainted with Bernstein during that period and, as I recall and as likewise alluded to by Gottfried Wagner in his memoir, Twilight of the Wagners, the main problem was the inadequately addressed Nazi past of Wolfgang Wagner and Bayreuth. Although Bernstein, wildly popular in Germany and Austria, often conducted orchestras such as the Vienna Philharmonic and in venues where questions of Nazi collaboration remained similarly inadequately addressed, Bayreuth seemed to represent a higher level of challenge in confronting this history.

Like Barenboim, James Levine is another leading Jewish conductor who accepted Bayreuth's invitations to conduct there. Unlike Barenboim, however, Levine, who rarely gives interviews, shies away from discussion of social and political issues, concerns, causes. In the heyday of AIDS and gay liberation, Levine worked with prominent artists known to be gay such as John Corigliano and William M. Hoffman, and he co-conducted a gala benefit concert for Gay Men's Health Crisis. But his public silence about gay liberation, gays in music, and gays in Russia is the doppelganger of his public silence about anti-Semitism, Jews in music, Wagner, Bayreuth and Wagnerism. After many decades in the spotlight, it's clear that Levine is not an avid or gifted public speaker, and he now struggles with considerable health challenges. Even so, it's disappointing and also sad that so outstanding and important an American musician and cultural figure, whose grandfather was a synagogue cantor, has never found a way to express himself publicly regarding these controversies, especially as they might relate to his own experience, identities and feelings.

Perhaps all Jewish Wagnerites appreciate that at some level they must accede to Wagner since his reign over the worlds of music, art and culture, however clamorous, has never been toppled, not even in the wake of Hitler and Nazism. On the contrary, proving the PR maxim that there is no such thing as bad publicity, Wagnerism seems if anything to feed on these controversies. Rationalizing, mitigating, denying and compromising with Wagner's ever-present anti-Semitism -- whether vehemently explicit or vehemently implicit (As Alex Ross seems eager to point out, Wagner doesn't explicitly defame the Jews as Jews in his operas) -- allows Jews to continue to participate freely and fully in all levels of art and what is still widely regarded, certainly by Wagnerites, as the highest experience of art, Wagner appreciation.

The alternative would be a huge mess. Imagine leading conductors, singers and directors refusing to perform Wagner or audience cohorts refusing to attend Wagner performances. Imagine a larger scale of what happened in Israel with the banning of Wagner, or of the more recent debacle in Los Angeles, where some patrons tried unsuccessfully to prevent a mounting of the Ring cycle by the Los Angeles Opera. Such is Wagner's hold that if and when a choice is forced between Wagner and Jewish sensitivities, Wagner invariably will be chosen, a reality that is emergent even in Israel. More unconsciously and instinctively than clearly and honestly, probably the majority of Jews in music and art and culture appreciate this reality and continue to do all they can to prevent such confrontations, to defend themselves psychologically as well as socially and professionally. Hence Jewish Wagnerites as we mostly see them today. They're like black or gay Republicans, gay Catholics, gay or female Islamists, or Jewish Marxists, incongruously supporting individuals and institutions that are significantly inimical to them, with a logic and intellectualism that can be breathtakingly circuitous and an enthusiasm that can appear outsized and troubled.

Jews need Wagner in order to be fully integrated into the music and arts communities, much as Mahler needed to convert to Catholicism for the same reasons, and much as Wagner needed Jews to build his career at multiple levels. But parity this is not. It's crucial to distinguish here between Wagner, who genocidally hated Jews, and Jewish Wagnerites, who unwaveringly adored and worshiped Wagner the vanguard artist. An additional perspective about this emerges from the work of Hilan Warshaw, who captures in his paper, "No One Can Serve Our Cause Better Than You: Wagner's Jewish Collaborators After 1869," Wagner's sense of Jews as crucial to the vision and execution of his artistic vision. Avid Jewish participation in the building and execution of that vision is seen as a proof of its rightness and provides a level of satisfaction that is mostly tacit and paraconscious. Inevitably, it's the same satisfaction that the Nazis took in the "enthusiastic" participation of Jewish elders and councils in the processesing of Jews for plunder, slavery and extermination. In this perspective, what Jewish Wagnerites like Joseph Horowitz glean to be the composer's ostensibly transcendant musical-dramatic insight into himself and others, the villains as well as the heros, the real Wagner that emerges is not Shakespeare, whose anti-Semitic creation Shylock was pointed enough to be exploited by the Nazis, but the Nazi propoganda creations Ewige Jude and Jud Suss.

What Shakespeare achieved with the otherwise dramatic and powerful character of Shylock and the tragicomic ambiguity of The Merchant of Venice is what Wagnerites like Horowitz want to believe Wagner achieved with Alberich, Mime, Beckmesser, Klingsor and Kundry in the Ring cycle, Die Meistersinger, and Parsifal. But so far as we know, Shakespeare was no more personally or dramatically invested in anti-Semitism in The Merchant of Venice than he was in racism in Othello. Nothing remotely comparable can be claimed for Wagner, who was in an entirely different universe of racist, nationalist and anti-Semitic agendas.

When I was writing my memoir, Confessions of a Jewish Wagnerite, I met one-on-one with Horowitz, who tried to make the case for Wagner's anti-Semitism being of its time and place and therefore to some extent understandable and forgiveable. In addition, there was the implication that some of Wagner's stereotyping may have had more of a basis than Wagner's critics have allowed, which doubtless explains what Gustav Mahler, perhaps the most famous Jewish Wagnerite, was trying to say in comparing himself to Mime. In other words, as a number of Jewish Wagnerites who should know better have seen it, Wagner's anti-Semitism should be regarded as to a degree accurate and justified. As we now know, such thinking was all too typical among the German Jews who were transported to the camps in the same train cars as their social inferiors, still secretly priding themselves on not being "one of those people."

There is another analogy to the Wagner and the Jews situation, one closer to home here in America and parallel in time to the life of Wagner and the inception of Wagnerism -- the slavemasters and slaves of the pre Civil War American South. In the New York Times, music critic Zachary Woolfe pondered the connections between the film "Django" with Wagner and the Ring cycle, allusions to which color Quentin Tarantino's highly acclaimed film. There, Woolfe finds as many implications as there are twists and turns in the director's use and mischievously irreverent misuse of Wagner: "What we are required to do is to remain aware, as Mr. Tarantino's film perhaps inadvertently reminds us, that Wagner's operas do not exist outside history or politics."

"Robert Lepage's production of the Ring cycle is proudly apolitical," Woolfe observes, "but when it returns to the Metropolitan Opera...audiences will ideally have 'Django' in the back of their minds..." And likewise ideally, they will further consider that whatever Gone With The Wind moments of seemingly benign, mutually supportive relationships between Wagner and his Jewish disciples may have existed at Wahnfried, the Wagner equivalent of Tara (e.g., between Wagner and Hermann Levi, who conducted the world premiere of Parsifal and was a pall-bearer at Wagner's funeral in Venice), it's not Cap'n Butler and Mammy so much as the slavemasters of "Django" and "12 Years a Slave" that most successfully convey the psychological and philosophical atmosphere of The Master of Bayreuth's relationships to his Jews.

Meanwhile, is it unreasonable to probe deeper than we have beneath the rock we call Wagnerism? Is there a Bachism, Beethovenism or Mozartism? Is it like "gay sensibility," a phenomenon we know exists but which eludes precision and certainty of definition? Is it a philosophy, movement, religion? Or is it a cult? Apart from the issue of the relationship between Wagner societies, Bayreuth and the Wagner family (lest we forget, Wagner continues to be a family business), and apart from their history, which goes back to the first Bayreuth festivals, Wagnerism is a sociocultural phemonenon that begs for greater critical scrutiny.

In his book, Wagner Nights, about the history of Wagnerism in America at the turn of the century, Joseph Horowitz gives a sense of the scale of this phenomenon that was unique in legitimizing, however indirectly or tacitly under the mantle of high art, the contemplation and appreciation of indubitably racist and anti-Semitic perspectives in a country where racism and anti-Semitism, though not so extreme as they became in Europe, were nonetheless endemic and pervasive. At that time in America, there were quotas for Jews at the leading universities, including Harvard and Yale, and Jews were widely excluded from clubs, apartment buildings, neighborhoods and jobs; and segregation was the law of the land.

But that's not what Horowitz finds. Rather, he mostly writes about what a meliorist social movement Wagnerism was, how it was for a time dominated by women, giving them a place and voice they did not otherwise have. Not surprisingly in Horowitz's account, anti-Semitism does not seem a notable aspect of Wagnerism, at least not consciously or explicitly in those years in America, in contrast to what happened to Wagnerism over the ensuing decades in Europe. Alas, there is no major, comprehensive study of Wagnerism to help place Horowitz's work in greater perspective.

On the surface, today's Wagner societies seem fully open to discussion of controversy. Critical inquiry is welcome, including discussion of Wagner's anti-Semitism. Jews are invited to participate, to play the same prominent roles in promoting Wagner's legacy that we played in Wagner's own life and career, especially when that participation, however critical on this point or that, is discernibly enthusiastic, as it so unwaveringly is. All the world's Wagner societies include Jews, who are sometimes presidents of these organizations. There is even an Israeli Wagner society. But let that participation strike the wrong chord and a different kind of reception may result. When it was published, Confessions of a Jewish Wagnerite, with its introduction by Gottfried Wagner, was banned from the literature table of the Wagner Society of New York by its President Forever, Nathalie D. Wagner, apparently by fiat. (Has the Wagner Society of New York ever held an election?) The reaction of Wagner societies to Gottfried Wagner has been comparably frosty. Why are these books so threatening?

Confessions of a Jewish Wagnerite is a personal memoir of my recognition of the psychological and moral troubledness of my own Wagnerism, bound up, as I discovered it to be, with my own internalized anti-Semitism, within greater concerns about the cult of Wagner and its influence on cutlure, society and politics. Gottfried Wagner's memoir, Twilight of The Wagners, shares those concerns as it takes an unflinchingly hard look at the already heavily but still far from adequately addressed Nazi history of Bayreuth and his family's, especially his never repentant father Wolfgang Wagner's, collaborations with Nazism. (Some of this family discord is also captured in the Tony Palmer film, The Wagner Family.)

Admittedly, these memoirs tell of movement away from the composer. And their threat may be that as such, they are just too undermining of Wagner and inimical to Wagnerism, which is inevitably about Wagner appreciation.

Meanwhile, one can't help but wonder to what extent Jewish as well as non-Jewish Wagnerites are experiencing the same satisfaction, albeit a lot more tacitly and preconsciously, that Richard and Cosima Wagner clearly savored in witnessing such enthusiastic Jewish participation in the promotion of Wagnerism. Like Alberich, Mime and the Nibelungs, as Wagner saw us, we never miss an opportunity to exploit and betray one another. In any event, I wouldn't anticipate finding much discussion of such things at Wagner Society gatherings, even those that are currently hosting screenings of Wagner's Jews.

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Lawrence D. Mass is the author of Confessions of a Jewish Wagnerite: Being Gay and Jewish in America.

Biographical note: Lawrence D. Mass, M.D., is a cofounder of Gay Men's Health Crisis and was the first to write about AIDS in any press. He is the author of We Must Love One Another Or Die: The Life and Legacies of Larry Kramer. He specializes in addiction medicine and lives in New York City.

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Soprano Ok-ja Lim, in Rainer Ganahl's "El Mundo"


In the last hour of yesterday's Sunday stroll through the Lower East Side gallery scene, I stumbled upon a wonderful sub-theme of storefronts and the memories they contain.

Corin Hewitt's "The Third Station" architectural installation at Laurel Gitlen suggests two abandoned storefront facades transformed as funky, dirt encrusted museum-like vitrines. The show feels like a postmortem of a building, the forensic of a facade, in which the the doubling or mirroring of two back-to-back buildings slyly allude to artistic repetition and copying that undermine uniqueness. Encased behind the windows, and presented on columns of pressed dirt, are flattened boxes of HD studio make-up that remind on of fake skin and the merging cycles of life and death.

Rainer Ganahl's "El Mundo" at Kai Matsumiya is a two-projection video presentation based on a classical music concert that took place at El Mundo, a now-defunct discount store that had been functioning in the former Eagle Theater in Spanish Harlem, New York. The concert took place during the discount store's going-out-of-business sale in 2013. As I watched the videos in Ganahl's installation the gallerist noted that 50-years earlier and just a few blocks away Claus Oldenburg had made his legendary Store installation. In December 1961, Oldenburg opened The Store, stocked with items made of painted plaster and chickenwire, in a rented storefront at 107 East Second Street that served as his studio. Writer Jonathon Keats in Forbes called The Store "one of the all-time great Pop Art installations, more subversive even than Andy Warhol's breakthrough exhibition of 32 Campbell's Soup cans in 1962."

Watching Ganahl's "El Mundo," I was struck by the persistence of artists and the arts. Here I was, watching a video performance staged by a conceptual artist working with professional musicians, sponsored in part by the intrepid non-profit White Columns under the leadership of their inimitable director Matthew Higgs; and as I watched the performance Ganahl's camera panned the ceiling of the defunct Harlem store and I spotted a ceiling a fleur-de-lis and instantly realized that the nearly abandoned Harlem store had once been a show palace. And these wonderful performers were standing in a place that had once been filled with artists of previous generations. Viewing that video in a formerly abandoned storefront in the Lower East Side that was being reclaimed and adapted by artists made me think how cities often come full-circle while artists, constantly in danger of being turfed under, remain unsinkable and ready to reinvent and reinvigorate life.


Installation view, Corin Hewitt's "The Third Station," at Laurel Gitlen

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Corin Hewitt's "The Third Station"
Now through May 11

Laurel Gitlen
122 Norfolk Street
New York, NY 10002
W. laurelgitlen.com
Hours: Wed-Sun, 11-6


Rainer Ganahl's "El Mundo"
Now through May 24

Kai Matsumiya
153 1/2 Stanton Street
New York, NY 10002
W. kaimatsumiya.com
Hours: Wed-Sun, 12-6

Celebrities Turn Out For New York Pops Gala, Transform It Into The Great 'Glamorous' Way

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Stars of stage and screen, Debra Messing ("Will & Grace," "Smash," "Outside Mullingar") with her beau, leading man, Will Chase ("Nashville," "Smash," "The Mystery of Edwin Drood")

Last night, the stars came out for the New York Pops 31st Birthday Gala, a special event to celebrate the organization and honor the musical contributions of famed stage, film and TV songwriters Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman ("Smash," "Hairspray," "Down With Love" and the Broadway-bound, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," currently a major hit in London)

With a packed house at Carnegie Hall, and celebrities both on stage and in the audience to cheer them on, the night proved that glamour is not reserved for TV and film ceremonies, alone.

It reinvigorated the beauty of Broadway this year, just in time for it's own awards season, with guests dressed in their glamorous best, and a slew of fantastic performances by some of today's top stars.

Celebrities spotted include Sarah Jessica Parker, Debra Messing, Matthew Morrison, Megan Hilty, Katharine McPhee, Jane Krakowski, Patti LuPone and more. Check out shots from the evening's red carpet festivities, below!

Photo Credit: Emma Pratte/Center On The Aisle

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Think pink! Jane Krakowski ("30 Rock," "Nine") proved to be pretty in pink in a strapless gown

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Choreographer, Jerry Mitchell ("Catch Me If You Can")

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There's nothing "common" about Sarah Jessica Parker, a fashion icon who recently returned to the New York stage ("Sex and the City," "The Commons of Pensacola")

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Montego Glover ("Memphis")

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Pops Art: Pops conductor Steven Reineke conducted a stellar performance, titled "Make it BIG" with songs written by Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman, and featuring performances by more than 200 musicians

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Kerry Butler ("Hairspray," "Little Shop of Horrors")

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Ricki Lake ("The Ricki Lake Show," "Hairspray")

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This photo will bring some "Glee!" to fans of Matthew Morrison ("Glee!," "South Pacific"), who looked his usual handsome self at the show's after-party at NYC's Mandarin Oriental hotel

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Will Chase and Debra Messing

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Many leading men in attendance, well "suited" for the occasion and looking stellar in their tuxedos, including Aaron Tveit ("Graceland." "Les Miserables")

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Christian Borle ("Sound of Music," "Smash," "Peter and the Starcatcher")

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Scott Wittman and Marc Shaiman

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Taking a page from Angelina Jolie, Katarine McPhee ("American Idol," Smash") sneaked a peek of leg and looked beautiful in a ever-so-slightly revealing revealing gown

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An expecting Megan Hilty ("Smash," "Wicked") glowed with her husband, Brian Gallagher at her side joined by New York Pops conductor, Steven Reineke

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Laura Bell Bundy ("Legally Blonde," "Hairspray")

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Jennifer Lewis ("What's Love Got to Do With It," "Hairspray," "Black Don't Crack")

Cooking Art History: Savoring Silence

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This past weekend I taught a class at ESMoA inspired by its latest Experience, SILENCE. The exhibit explores the path of abstraction in art, a path that goes hand in hand with our ways of perceiving and understanding the world. Though abstract art can be rooted in realism, it uses a visual language of color, shape, line, texture and space (the elements of art) to create a composition that is independent from the recognizable visual references of the world.

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Food can be as expressive as art and uses the same elements of art, but with the added dimensions of taste and smell. The way we taste food is far more complex than flavor alone. The shape, smell and color of a food, its packaging, and even the setting in which it is eaten, affects the way it tastes. Similarly, how one experiences art -- the setting, one's state of mind when doing so -- can tap into our psyches and emotions in different ways.

Run to ESMoA on or before May 4th to see Edouard Manet hanging next to Carl Andre and Amely Spotzl, a contemporary artist whose work I'm slightly obsessed with. This show is not to be missed!

This recipe is inspired by SILENCE and explores the element of art, texture. The 19th-century French chef Antonin Carême once said, "The fine arts are five in number, namely: painting, sculpture, poetry, music and architecture, the principle branch of this latter being pastry." A quote that rings so true.

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Strawberry Galette

Texture is used to describe either the way a three-dimensional work actually feels when touched, or the visual "feel" of a two-dimensional work. This free-formed tart has a combination of wet berries, a crunchy crust and a creamy topping.

For the crust:

1 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup whole wheat flour
1 1/2 tablespoon sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 sticks unsalted butter, chilled and cubed
1 egg
1 tablespoon milk

For the filling:

1 pound strawberries, sliced
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons cornstarch
1 egg yolk
1 tablespoon water
1 tablespoon cold butter, cut into small pieces

For the whipped cream:

2 cups heavy cream, chilled
2 tablespoons confectioner's sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1. Prepare the dough: Combine both flours, sugar, and salt in a food processor; blend for 5 seconds. Add butter and pulse until the mixture resembles coarse sand. Whisk egg and milk in a small bowl to blend. Add to the flour and butter mixture and pulse until moist clumps form. Gather dough into a ball; flatten into a disk. Wrap in plastic wrap and chill at least 1 1/2 hours. This can be prepared 2 days in advance.

2. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. Roll out dough on floured surface to 12" round; brush with egg wash and transfer to a parchment lined baking sheet.

3. Cut strawberries lengthwise into 1/4-inch-thick slices. Toss slices with the sugar and cornstarch, and immediately arrange them in concentric circles on dough. Start 1 inch from edge, overlapping slices slightly. Fold edge of dough over berries. Refrigerate for 15 minutes.

4. Whisk together yolk and water. Brush dough with the egg wash, and sprinkle with remaining 1 tablespoon sugar. Dot berries with butter. Bake until crust is golden brown, 40 to 45 minutes.

5. While the galette is baking make the whipped cream by beating the heavy cream, confectioner's sugar and vanilla extract together in a large bowl until soft peaks form.

7. Let the galette cool and serve with dollop of whipped cream.

Serves 8 to 10

Image: Fragment, Claude Monet, oil on canvas, after 1908

Kohn Gallery Goes Hollywood: This Artweek.LA (April 28, 2014)

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Mark Ryden: The Gay 90s - West | Kohn Gallery announces the inaugural exhibition of its new, expansive 12,000-square foot space with new work by Los Angeles-based, Pop-Surrealist artist Mark Ryden. Ryden underscores his aesthetic forays into cultural kitsch through his exploration of the lost but not forgotten "Gay 90s." Employing the visual trappings of the formally idealized 1890s in America -- women dressed in satin skirts with large bows, large wheeled bicycles, Main St. USA, vaudevillian stages -- Ryden recreates scenes from this marginalized slice of pop culture. This important new body of work -- which includes paintings, works on paper, installations, and sculpture -- negotiates the aesthetic value of clichéd nostalgia through the lens of polished neoclassic painting.

Mark Ryden: The Gay 90s - West opens May 3 at Kohn Gallery, Hollywood.

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Damian Siqueiros: Frida Kahlo and To Russia With Love | For artist-photographer Damian Siqueiros, feeling juxtaposed between two worlds is commonplace. Raised in Baja California, a great nephew of Mexican muralist David Alfaro Siqueiros, Damian began a serious study of fine art, in Paris, at an early age. As he became fully trilingual (in English, Spanish and French), the young Siqueiros began a concurrent fascination with the painterly possibilities of photography.

With a French-inflected passion for lenses and lighting, Siqueiros opened a studio in Montreal, where he has been shooting commercial work as resident photographer for the Montreal Ballet, as well as personal fine art projects.

Siqueiros' productions - and that is what they are, productions - are rich in artistic references and homages to classical painters and paintings. He casts his often gender-ambiguous models as actors who he then directs to emotionalize and physicalize the highly theatrical presence he captures on camera.

Damian Siqueiros: Frida Kahlo and To Russia With Love opens May 3 at the Artist's Corner Gallery, Hollywood.

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Aurel Schmidt and Pierre Molinier | An exhibition of Pierre Molinier's photomontages alongside a new series of drawings by Aurel Schmidt. Feelings of obsession, repetition, fetishism, pain, longing, death and the psychedelic tumble throughout the intimate works. Both Molinier's and Schmidt's work reflect their exquisite craftsmanship, as well as practices that are thoroughly intertwined with their own lives. Precious and personal, the work is exacting, highly detailed and teeming with overt intimacy. Decorative religious and sexual symbols abound throughout the work speaking to memory, fantasy and desire. Fascinating and repulsive, grotesque and refined, the work is meant to both entice and reveal our inner desires.

Aurel Schmidt and Pierre Molinier opens May 3 at M+B Gallery, West Hollywood.

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Jaime Scholnick: Redesigned, Repurposed, Re-everythinged | Her new exhibition takes its title from the popular 2008 Apple slogan and her work here too is re-everything-ed as Scholnick casts an eye on what it means to live in our culture at the present moment.

As in her prior work, Jaime Scholnick uses the unadulterated polystyrene that she collects from an unlimited number of products found in today's world. Much of the work however, has been stripped of the manically obsessive line and all over color that adorned her earlier work. Here, the color palette is more subdued or relies on color harmonies that create miniature compositions within a whole.

Jaime Scholnick: Redesigned, Repurposed, Re-everythinged opens May 4 at CB1 Gallery.

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Manfred Muller: Federal Avenue | Throughout his career in Germany and Los Angeles, Müller has made large-scale site specific, sculptures and installations. Utilizing diverse materials such as steel, wood, paper, natural and man-made elements or recycled industrial machine parts. Using architectural space, the industrial landscape and simple geometric form to explore the relationship between form, color, raw material, and the viewer's relationship to object, space and meaning, these works bring together disparate elements uniting in eloquent combinations.

Working in a variety of techniques and employing an equally wide range of materials, the drawings, collages and works on paper that Müller creates, explore continually evolving approaches to making art. These paper pieces are occasionally studies towards larger projects, but more often serve as a response to what is happening in the studio and are conceived and executed as independent works in their own right. Primarily flat but bearing incised lines or raised edges, so common in his work, the drawings are almost three dimensional, allowing light to play on the surface.

Manfred Muller: Federal Avenue runs through May 31 at RoseGallery, Bergamot Station.

For the most comprehensive calendar of art events throughout Los Angeles go to Artweek.LA.

Photographer Rick Ashley: Altering Perceptions Through Portraiture

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Not all art is good art. There is a very small percentage of art that even gets the opportunity to hang in galleries and on museum walls. Some art earns that label of being kitsch, essentially, done in bad taste, but when it really ruffles the feathers of enough people, it tends to earn that other word: controversial. But what if the reason the art is not seen isn't because it's controversial, but because the people that are making these decisions -- the museum and gallery curators, find it distasteful and somewhat tough to look at? What if some curators found the work so morally wrong that they decided to write lengthy rejection letters to the artist to tell him so. This scenario happened to photographer Rick Ashley.

No, Rick Ashley isn't the next Robert Mapplethorpe. We live in a different era now where we don't experience the kind of protest Mapplethorpe did in 1989 for his exhibition The Perfect Moment or maybe the kind Andres Serrano did when he unveiled the photograph Piss Christ to the world. What Ashley did was create a series of portraits of his brother-in-law Michael. Michael has Down syndrome.

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Ashley has been photographing his brother-in-law since 1975. They began collaborating on a series of staged portraits about five years ago -- some scenes made to look like something out of an Edward Hopper painting, while others are of his own invention. Michael often likes to dress up in his favorite Superman costume -- if that's the case, that's what he's photographed in. As Ashley states, "Back in the Renaissance, people would often dress up in their best regalia to have their portrait painted. Michael doesn't have an agenda, but he knows what he likes to be photographed in."

The first time I saw these images was in 2009. Over the past five years, they have continued to change as Ashley has moved on from just photographing Michael in the Superman costume, to setting up more staged narratives to address identity, character and the superficial poses that often times appear in studio portraiture. "More of what the images are about now have to do with these preconceived notions about what people look like," says Ashley. "It began as an investigation into the use of artifice in portraying people both in photography and painting. I continue to challenge how I can alter our perceptions of people through the images."

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When they were on display last year, they received varying responses. There were those who thought they were beautifully done, while others jumped on the "I don't like this" bandwagon or thought they were "disturbing." But what if they learned that these were in fact self-portraits done by Michael, would that have changed their perceptions? They are not self-portraits, but it does make you think, right? People often times dismiss what they do not understand.

Maybe having a cousin who has Down syndrome, who I love like a brother, made looking at, liking and understanding these images a little easier for me.

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Since their initial exhibition at Panopticon Gallery in Boston, Ashley's images of Michael have exhibited at the Danforth Museum in Framingham, Mass and went on to earn one of the top Massachusetts Cultural Council Grants in Photography in 2013. You can see this work on display through May 17th at the Photographic Resource Center in Boston in the exhibition Fall Back, Spring Forward as part of the Magenta Foundation Flash Forward Festival.

To see more images by Rick Ashley, visit: www.notrickashley.com

The Temptation of Moses Feigin

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Florid in palette, thick and gestural in style, and rich in sublime allegory, the work of Russian avant-garde painter Moses Feigin has been largely unknown in West. But now, a few years after his death at the age of 104, this embattled lion of the 20th century Moscow art world is getting the national and international recognition he deserves.

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Having lived and worked during more than one seismic cultural shift, Feigin's style itself went through many phases, as his strong progressive voice developed and evolved, was driven into silence by oppressive state policies, and roared to life again as history unwound. In many ways, it is the story of modern Russian art itself that plays out across Feigin's career.

Trained in rigorous academic traditions, Feigin was attracted by the raw power, energy, and original thought of groups like the Jack of Diamonds, also called Knave of Diamonds, Russian Bubnovy Valet (an avant-garde collective founded in Moscow in 1909), of which Feigin was the last surviving member). As the name implies they favored a youthful, vibrant, modern dynamic of bright colors and expressive emotion -- important qualities that came to define Feigin's whole oeuvre.

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This popular and exciting work, influenced by both Russian folk-art and European post-Impressionism, was nevertheless banned in 1931, when Stalin issued a decree forbidding such "degenerate" art, sanctioning only Social Realism. Like many artists in the Soviet regime, Feigin made his living doing State work, but in his heart -- and his private studio -- he rebelled.

Feigin experimented along the abstract/figurative continuum. His preferred palette was red, yellow, black, indigo, and orange and was applied muscularly in deeply scored, richly shadowed, and thickly drawn shapes -- almost like stained glass. In the late 1960s, notably a time of cultural easements sometimes called the Thaw, Feigin became enchanted by world of the carnival.

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Soon harlequins, actors, comedians, and musicians became his favorite characters, appearing frequently in the work he would produce for the next 40 years. Perhaps its colorful freedom put him in mind of his Jack of Diamonds heyday; perhaps he just loved the colorful patterns. The carnival's visual character seems to have been at least as salient for Feigin as its yield of metaphors. This is clear because he also made a great deal of completely abstract work that featured the same optical strategies and stylistic cues as their circus-tent cousins.

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This impressive private collection assembled by Luba Matusovsky (which is available for public and online viewing) represents the 1970s and 1980s with examples spanning 1968-1992, a lengthy period in which Feigin worked in each of the above motifs and styles at various times; and thus represents a substantial cross-section of his entire mature output. Along with examples of the abstract carnival, what makes this collection especially unique is also the presence of several important, much rarer works. For example, a series of opulent, innovative mixed media works incorporating collaged foil -- variations on the altarpiece/icon; as well as recurring meditations on the theme of the Temptation of St. Anthony. A pioneer of monasticism who lived to be 105, St. Anthony was known for, among other things, his credo of overcoming the boredom in a martyrdom of solitude by combining prayer with physical work -- an enduring subject of arts and letters that resonated with Feigin on an all too personal level. Jester and ascetic, creature of politics and humanism, both subversive and dedicated in his craft -- this is truly Moses Feigin's legacy.

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First Nighter: Simon Russell Beale Monarchic in HD King Lear

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There's no way around it. It's the year of King Lear and King Lears. We've already had Frank Langella at Brooklyn's BAM. Michael Pennington just finished roaming the heath across that Brooklyn street at TFANA. John Lithgow takes on the royal robes only to throw them off this summer at Shakespeare in the Park, and London's Globe is sending Joseph Marcell to the Skirball Center this fall.

So the probability is high that theatergoers are feeling a bit Leared out, no matter how devoted they may be to what's arguably William Shakespeare's greatest tragedy -- or possibly his greatest tragedy of advanced age, whereas Hamlet is his greatest tragedy of young manhood.

A word to the wise: Don't be reluctant to take in yet another up-close and personal look at the "foolish, fond old man," or you'll miss Simon Russell Beale's Lear, which has its New York City high-definition screening May 1 at the Skirball Center. (For screenings elsewhere, go to www.NTLive.com and enter the appropriate zip code).

This is the King Lear that Beale's director Sam Mendes (they worked together on Mendes's Bridge Project) shaped into a completely sold-out, standing-ovation-only run in the National Theatre's Olivier auditorium ending in early June.

It would be folly to claim this is the greatest Lear yet seen, but it's surely no exaggeration to declare it's right up there with the best of them. Part of the explanation is that, as he always does, the portly Russell Beale (even his Hamlet was portly) draws on bottomless reserves of emotion.

For instance, the quietly pained delivery of the line "Oh, let me not be mad" when he's only starting to realize the mistake he's made by cutting daughter Cordelia (Olivia Vinall) out of his legacy is only the beginning of heartbreak he builds into Lear's deterioration. The dying fall in volume he fashions from "never never never never never" is another link in the play's heartbreak chain.

(Something to which HD viewers can likely look forward are close-ups on moments like these, the sort of intimate flashes spectators in the theater don't get to relish.)

Grizzled, bearded, bent with Lear's years, Russell Beale nevertheless shows the king's hurricane force in the earlier scenes. When he realizes that Goneril (Kate Fleetwood) and Regan (Anna Maxwell Martin) the daughters he's favored, are showing their true natures -- "nature" and "unnatural" are words peppering the poetry, as is "nothing" -- he rails at them with the kind of power Lear unleashes as the actual storm gathers. Even in the final scene, Russell Beale momentarily reprises the king's regal manner, which isn't something most actors playing Lear think to inject.

And Russell Beale is hardly working in a vacuum. He's surrounded by actors giving as good as they get. Fleetwood and Martin are diamond hard. In the sisters' competition for the conniving bastard son Edmund (Sam Troughton), they're sexy and sassy as two women intent on landing the same man can be. Troughton's Edmund is manipulative, but he lends the character more thoughtful reflection than is usual, while pole-thin Tom Brooke's Edgar has more guile than is usually accorded the betrayed half-brother.

They're matched and then some by Adrian Scarborough as Lear's Fool. It's no new insight into the Fool to say he has many of the best lines Shakespeare broadcasts. He certainly has the wisest lines in the work -- for instance, "Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise" -- and Scarborough delivers them with an intriguing blend of assurance and humility.

Stephen Boxer as a stately Gloucester, Michael Nardone as an especially nasty Cornwall, Richard Clothier as a substantial Albany, Stanley Townsend as a Kent who takes on (is it?) a Scottish accent when he's exiled, Simon Manyonda as the fawning, mocking Oswald -- they're all a tribute to their own skills and Mendes's guidance.

Mendes deserves praise for much of the production, as do set and costume designer Anthony Ward, sound designer Paul Arditti (King Lear is always a challenge for a sound designer), lighting designer Paul Pyant (the same goes for Lear and lighting designers) and projection designer Jon Driscoll (many threatening clouds).

The prominent feature on Ward's set is a yellow cross on the stage floor that often serves as a runway. Part of it revolves when the broad turntable goes into gear, which happens often as set pieces arrive and depart. At the banquet when Regan informs her father his 100 soldiers aren't welcome, the Fool climbs atop a table to manipulate the head of an animal skin lying there. It's an inspired moment. Ward dresses Goneril and Regan in slinky garb. One of Regan's skirts is open to the upper thigh until she closes it by way of a zipper.

Yes, a zipper. This production is in modern dress, which isn't Mendes's freshest notion. Aside from the fact that the recent Othello at the National included soldiers in camouflage fatigues, the modern-dress concept has already run quite a course. Shakespeare's men in authority wearing business suits that Giorgio Armani might have produced has also been seen plenty. One of the odd consequences in this version is that when Edgar confronts Edmund, there's no swordplay. Edgar's conquest comes about differently.

Playing Lear is frequently deemed an actor's crowning achievement. Which is to say, the king's compromising away a crown can lead to the bestowing of a different kind of crown. Russell Beale -- who's played Hamlet, Macbeth, Iago, Timon of Athens, Falstaff, Benedick (I've seen them all) -- has now assumed that crown. What's left for him to play in the Shakespeare canon (Othello?) is a question mark. The chance to see him in this King Lear is too good to pass up.

Separated and United by Art

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The life and art of two well-known artists --Jerome Witkin and Joel-Peter Witkin, two brothers, who also happen to be identical twins (b. 1939)--is perfect fodder for an over-the-top Hollywood movie. You name it, it's all there: Beauty and the Beast; Life and Death; Hope and Despair; History and Religion.

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If you think I've gone a little over the top in my description of their art, drop by Jack Rutberg Gallery on La Brea and see their exhibition for yourself. But be warned: don't take your kids or in-laws with you. These brothers' paintings and photographs are definitely not for the faint of heart.

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I would describe their art as deeply rooted in traditions of classical art. The human body is central to their storytelling. However, the brothers' artistic sensibilities are worlds apart. While Jerome Witkin, in his large-scale figurative paintings, tells complex stories rooted in the real world, Joel-Peter Witkin's photographs are macabre, mind-boggling fantasies that butcher reality into unsettling, hauntingly mesmerizing compositions.

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Here is an example: Face of a Woman, 2004 is one of the numerous black and white gelatin silver prints by Joel-Peter Witkin. It is a carefully composed still life consisting of a woman's head next to a little monkey, both placed on a marble table. The woman's head is crowned by flowers, her eyes are closed; she seems to be at peace. Now look closer. The little monkey next to her is alive, but the woman herself is dead. There is no confusion about that. Joel-Peter Witkin's photographs are at once famous and notorious for incorporating dead human bodies and body parts in his compositions. If you are not at least slightly scared by the image, there is definitely something wrong with you. But, if at the same time you find yourself strangely attracted to it, don't feel guilty; with plenty of references here to classical art --both in composition and subject --these photos are simply horrifically beautiful.

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In his large-scale oil paintings, Jerome Witkin, like his brother, goes for big, dramatic effect, though his complex compositions tell the story of people who are still alive but obviously at a moment of crisis. In a monumentally scaled painting titled The German Girl, 1997, we see a horrified girl crouching on the floor while starving Jewish prisoners from concentration camps reach out for the potatoes she offered them. The horror of the Holocaust and World War II is often the subject of Jerome's work.

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Being identical twins, the brothers had anything but similar upbringings. Their father was Jewish while their mother was Catholic. Unable to resolve their religious differences, their parents divorced while the twins were still very young. As a result, Jerome Witkin, the painter, was raised Jewish, while Joel-Peter, the photographer, was raised Catholic.

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It's impossible not to speculate about the life and art of these very gifted brothers.

Why, until this very exhibition, their paintings and photographs have never been shown side by side? Why, for almost half a century, did the twins keep such a polite distance?

The exhibition is closing this Saturday, May 3rd, and if you are not afraid to go through the gamut of emotions from A to Z, seeing this exhibition is simply a must.


P.S. If you want to learn about Edward's Fine Art of Art Collecting Classes, please visit his website here. You can also read The New York Times article about his classes here.


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Edward Goldman is an art critic and the host of Art Talk, a program on art and culture for NPR affiliate KCRW 89.9 FM. To listen to the complete show and hear Edward's charming Russian accent, click here.
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