Theatre

  • Catch This: Plays about Orcas and Dogs at Seattle Rep

    Today in local theatre, Northwest Playwrights Alliance presents its monthly staged reading of original scripts penned by Northwest writers. First on the bill is an "existential guide for the modern pet owner," written by Scot Auguston and directed by Shannon Kipp. Then there's the ten-minute Orca Whore, a shorty by Josh McIlvain about a narcissistic whale.

    These play readings are free and staged by professionals at the Seattle Rep's Leo K. Rehearsal Hall. Tonight, 7:00pm.

    Read the full press release after the jump.

  • Got 99 Dollars (and I spend each one)

    Almost forgot! This week kicked off the Solo Performance Festival at Theatre Off Jackson, a month of theatre (March 3 - April 3) focused on the individual performer: the monologist, the solo dancers, the essayists and the people in between who you don't know what to call...


    Tamara Ober, who performs her piece Pipa tonight and tomorrow

    The eclectic line-up is posted in full on TOJ's Web site. Highlights from a first look at the list include Erin Jorgensen, a Monologue Slam hosted byTeatro Zinzanni's Kevin Kent and Best Of Shorts.

    You can still purchase a festival pass for $99.

     

  • Seattle artist Claire Cowie Gets Bit by the Stage Bug

    Cowie takes a big gulp and a big risk on a new art form...

    Claire Cowie's art is exhibited from Seattle to L.A., raved by Art in America and newly trashed by critic Matt Kangas. But now Cowie's an opera designer too. In six weeks flat, she made suit-of-armor costumes and a forty-foot landscape backdrop for Pacific Musicworks' and Seattle Chamber Players' production of Monteverdi's Combattimento (March 4-6, 8pm at On the Boards, along with Heiner Goebbels' Songs of Wars I Have Seen, previewed by Zach Carstensen here).

    Cowie says the heroes are Tancredi and Clorinda, "who fight to the death without knowing who their opponent is because they are simply in enemy armor (turns out they were formerly lovers and Tancredi is very sad to realize that he killed the woman he loves). Fabulous." Also fab: "I've been amazed at the immediacy of how the performers work, and it's actually been inspiring to try to capture some of that enthusiasm, and not over-think things all by myself in the studio for months."

    Cowie is a natural for drama. Her artwork is like mysterious storytelling. Sophisticated yet childlike, she reminds me of a saner Henry Darger, or a nicer, less illustrative Maurice Sendak. 

     

  • Catch This: A Bizarre Romp at North Seattle

    Today in local theatre...

    Support student exploration and commitment to the difficult art of theatre: see North Seattle Community College students take on Aphra Behn's The Rover, a restoration comedy that explores all the possible combinations of mistaken identities, unbridled lust, tested virtue, unchecked ego, base humor, violent defense of virtue and incessant gender-bashing. The language is tough -- for both the actors and the audience, I think -- but you're sure to enjoy several laughs.


    Aphra Behn was a 17th century British writer and spy for Charles II. Truly a cut above.

    Highlights include a few actors who do "over-the-top" fearlessly, well-staged swordfighting, comedic costume choices and a particularly committed stagehand who makes every scene change entertaining.

    North Seattle Community College, Stage One Theater. Tonight, 7:30. Runs through March 14. All performances Pay-What-You-Can

  • Catch This: Hellfire Variety Show, A Circus Spectacle Like No Other!

    Today in local theatre (plus)...

    It's the middle of the work-week, and it's rainy, dark and bleak again after the teasingly glorious spring-like weather of the weekend. So to cheer you up, we recommend attending a performance set in Hell.

    In this case, "Hell" is actually contained safely inside of the Triple Door. Sponsored by Seattle Sinner Magazine, the spectacle branded Hellfire Variety Show features burlesque, cabaret, circus acts, experimental, fire and performance art.

    From the Triple Door's website:

    "Part circus, part burlesque, part variety show, HELLFIRE takes a devilishly playful approach by exploring the full range of human morality. The show brings to life playful humor, startling beauty, and physical prowess."

    You can catch the show at 7:00pm or 10:00pm, tonight and tomorrow night. Tickets are $20 in advance, $25 day of show. (Note: the 7:00pm shows are 17 and older; the 10:00pm shows are 21+.)

  • The Rep's Glengarry Glen Ross: Better Than the Movie

    Seattle Rep lets Mamet rip

    When David Mamet wrote Glengarry Glen Ross, the second-best American play about salesmen, he couldn't get it staged. Until Harold Pinter got it produced in London.

    I loved the 1984 hit Broadway production, and lobbied for Jack Lemmon to win the 1992 Oscar for the movie's antihero, Shelly "The Machine" Levene. But the Rep's all-star production is news — a fresh take that rocks like the day it was born. Only differently.


    Poster art for the 1992 film version

    At the dawn of prosperity, it was about shady Chicago fringe dwellers selling worthless Florida swampland, desperately scamming each other, losers all. In 2010, the desperate fringe is the center. It wasn't a play, it was a prophecy. "Let's face it," Rep star John Aylward told KUOW, "America — we're all salesmen....You're only as good as your last performance." 

    Aylward, playing the part of Levene, is as good as Robert Prosky on Broadway and Lemmon on camera. But instead of sweaty terror, he's powered by peevishness, a bit like his immortal boss doc on TV's ER. 

    For a tragedy, this show is startlingly funny. Maybe it's our times. Wall Street is hawking scams quite like swamps, things are so bad you have to laugh. It's like when Kubrick tried to make a sober nuclear thriller and got so horrified he made the comedy Dr. Strangelove instead.

    And Aylward's not the only genius on hand. Exuberantly oily R. Hamilton Wright aces his sales-pitch aria to a land-scam victim (Ian Bell). Charles Leggett abusively snakecharms meek fellow salesman Russell Hodgkinson into the crime that propels the plot. Seattle-bred international star director Wilson Milam orchestrates it all like a maestro. Design titan Eugene Lee (of SNL and Wicked fame) crafts a jaw-dropping scuzzy Chicago set whose first scene change takes your breath away.

    Most of all, I was knocked out anew by Mamet's operatic obscenities, 187 expletives deployed as punctiliously as Pulitzer Prizewinning poetry (though it won for Drama). The actors interrupt and chime in with timing as precise as a Karlheinz Stockhausen composition. This play is fiendishly difficult, and at the Rep it plays effortlessly. It's one long magic moment that passes faster than a dream. The American Dream.

     

  • Catch This: Megaphones, flamenco and almost-child stars at On the Boards

    Today in local theatre...


    You can see a variety of cutting edge artists test out new material and works-in-progress tonight at On the Boards' 12 Minutes Max (12MM).


    Here's the lineup for tonight's show (from the press release):


    Two 16MM projectors run direct-animation of stars producing both a visual and aural landscape for Eric Ostrowski’s megaphone-amplified violin.


    Growing up in Hollywood has its advantages. Listen and watch as Erin Shafkind (left) explains the wonders, the trials and tribulations of almost being a child star.

    Victoria Jacobs
    bridges modern dance and flamenco by using a quizzical eye on rhythm, meaning, character and gesture.

    The A-hole Barishnikovs return to 12MM! Richard Lefebvre, Otis P. Otis & Erin Jorgensen bring us 2 new works of amplified words and music entitled Why I Like Drugs.

    AFMB (Honk West Division)
    perform a street-style musical blowout of well-known tunes delivered by 6 wildly uniformed band members.

    VAM | Veronica Mendonca
    use water as inspiration in this excerpt of A Parenthesis in Time, a new evening length dance work that is all at once athletic, calm and reckless.

    Making his 12MM debut, Nathaniel Boggess (Portland,OR) tells the hilarious and tragic experience that is his life, with particular attention to a series of ill-fated dates and the comedy of errors that ensued.


     


    Tonight at On the Boards, 7:00pm. $8 at the door (no advance ticket sales).

  • Catch This: The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis

    Today in local theatre...

    See Taproot Theatre's production of The Great Divorce (runs through February 27).

    It's nice to see the theatre back in its proper home. From the press release:

    In this adaptation of Lewis’ 1940s novel, the author—played by David Dorrian (left)—embarks on a supernatural voyage with a cast of eccentric, humorous characters that bear a remarkable resemblance to us. Theatrical, imaginative and thought provoking, it’s a bus ride from hell to heaven that, in the grand C.S. Lewis tradition, leaves you breathless and wanting more.

    Tickets are available through Taproot Theatre’s box office at 206.781.9707.

    The theatre added a Monday showing on February 22. So those of you "busin' it" in the service industry need not miss out.

  • South Pacific: Sher Genius

    Bart Sher gives the 5th Avenue its greatest production since Hairspray

    written by Tim Appelo

    When Ken Tynan's infant daughter chewed the pearl necklace of original South Pacific star Mary Martin, Martin said, "That's right, baby, get used to the real thing!" Bart Sher's South Pacific is the real thing, a can't-miss masterpiece.  

    Michael Yeargan's set (brilliantly lit by Donald Holder) summons an ambiguous paradise shimmering behind giant slat curtains that rise and plunge you into a disorienting otherworld. Carmen Cusack's Nellie Forbush (left) has more than a bit of Martin's down-home brio, and she makes us grasp the peril of feeling high as a flag on the Fourth of July you might fall. As her big lug of a lover, baritone Rod Gilfry rattles the 5th's chinoiserie chandelier. Their duets go down like 100-year-old port with a Perrier-Jouët chaser. 

    As the Princeton boy with a doomed colonialist yen for a Vietnamese beauty (Sumie Maeda), tenor Anderson Davis (left) is complicatedly sweet, like a young Chateau d'Yquem. Maeda fires the almost wordless role with a dancer's passion.

    Matthew Saldivar couldn't be swaggerier as the scamming clown Billis (below, center). Yet even he gives a glimpse of the woundable heart that beats beneath the show's exhilarating exterior.

    If it were just fun, it wouldn't have been a hit in 1949; like Mister Roberts or The Best Years of Our Lives, it shines bright thanks to its shadows. Or ghosts, like the spectral, melancholy Seabees marching to the ironic melody "101 Pounds of Fun" near the end. Like an orchestra conductor, Sher uses tempo for emotional color. His South Pacific plays almost an hour slower than the Reba McEntire concert version. He hits the high points hard — and they are high points of modern culture, the melodies Lennon/McCartney were trying to beat — but he tugs real tears too. 

    Sure, it's got to be better on Broadway, with bigger stars, three more in the orchestra and a thrust stage to increase the vivid intimacy.

    Conceivably you'll say what a Brit critic harrumphed when South Pacific first hit London: "We might've welcomed it twice as loudly if we'd not been told from New York that it is four times as good as it is."


    But it's good. And it's here until February 21.

     

    Photos by Peter Coombs.

  • Why August Wilson was wrong and I was right

    The day I met August Wilson (below) at Seattle Rep in the ‘80s, he shot me a look that could vaporize a glacier.

     Unaware that he famously advocated all-black productions (like C. Rosalind Bell's five-year staged reading of his entire Pittsburgh Cycle in Tacoma, the next one Feb. 6), I advocated race-blind casting, to give blacks more jobs and improve cast excellence in all theaters.

    Wilson didn’t say why he was peeved. And instead of explaining how I’d just stepped on an emotional land mine, the Rep’s Peter Donnelly just grinned, got even more twinkly-eyed than usual, and prompted us to get on with our interview. But in 1996, infuriated by his nemesis Robert Brustein, Wilson unleashed a legendary screed at the Theatre Communications Group conference. He called colorblind casting “an aberrant idea” perpetrated by “Cultural Imperialists” and “snipers—those who would reserve the territory of arts and letters and the American theatre as their own special province and point blacks toward the ball fields and the bandstands.”


    Beyonce, representing all the single ladies

    Assimilation struck him as cultural genocide, esthetic slavery. “Summoned to the ‘big house’ to entertain the slave owner and his guests, the slave that reached its pinnacle for whites consisted of whatever the slave imagined or knew that his master wanted to see and hear. This tradition has its present life counterpart in the crossover artists that slant their material for white consumption.”


    The influential 1832 white crossover artist Thomas Rice as the black caricature Jim Crow

    I hear him and wince. And I know Brustein was being a provocative elitist jerk. But I still think Seattle’s (and America’s) great playwright was being unreasonable. Wilson was being elitist vis a vis the ball field and the bandstand. And analyze his rage over Michael Bolton: “When the New York Times publishes an article on pop singer Michael Bolton and lists as his influences four white singers, then as an afterthought tosses in the phase ‘and the great black rhythm and blues singers,’ it cannot be anything but purposeful with intent to maim.”

    Um, how about with intent to show that Michael Bolton’s esthetic is a lot more white than black?

    The whole white/black issue made Wilson see red – and at times blinded him to common sense.

    Last year, Seattle’s (and America’s) great director Bart Sher became the first white guy to direct a Wilson masterpiece on Broadway. Some people got peeved. Was Wilson’s widow Constanza Romero wrong to permit it? No! As one local mogul with Wilson-producing experience puts it (anonymously, so as not to get in trouble), “His career is her job now, and her job is to get his work seen as much as possible.” Would she torpedo a major Hollywood movie of Fences by demanding a black director, as Wilson did? One hopes not.

    Sometimes the only thing to do is defy an author’s wishes. Max Brod declined to burn Kafka’s manuscripts. Mrs. Stephen King rescued his first novel, Carrie, inspired by his school janitor experience when he was a failure raising children in a trailer, from the trash. Vera Nabokov stopped Volodya from burning Lolita, and she broke her vow to burn his last, The Original of Laura.

    Mrs. J.D. Salinger should break any promise she may have made and publish every one of those stories Joyce Maynard (that chippie blabbermouth) said he scribbled continuously since publishing his last one in 1965 (though I predict all will suck worse than The Original of Laura).  

    I say brava to Constanza. And I was right. And August Wilson was wrong.

    But he was sure right about one thing. He once observed, "Chekhov could open The Cherry Orchard right next to Mamma Mia! People would go to Mamma Mia!"

     


    August Wilson photo by Chris Bennion, courtesy Seattle Repertory Theatre


  • Catch This: 3Sisters.CZ

    Today in local theatre

    Tonight and tomorrow night are the final performances of 3Sisters.CZ, Czech playwright Iva Volankova's radically altered adaptation of The Three Sisters by Chekhov. Stepan Simek is responsible for this show's translation into English. The play, produced by the new theatre company GESAMTKUNSTWERK!, shows at Freehold Theatre, 2222 2nd Ave in Belltown at 8:00pm each night.

    The theatre company's mission statement:

    "GESAMTKUNSTWERK! (don't worry, we just mumble through it too) = to create total, unified works. To immerse; to create theatre as experience. To grasp by the throat and shake with yellowed fingers; to draw blood; to stroke your hair. To encourage sitting on the ceiling and leaping on the sand. To suppose fearlessness, to laugh with every atom of the body. To dredge the human depths. To Connect. To stutter through poetry, sob through knock-knock jokes, and sit in delirious silence. To hum really obnoxiously."

    Sounds to me like a company to keep an eye on.

  • Catch this: The Belle of Amherst at Wallingford's most intimate theatre

    Today in local theatre

    There are still a few nights left to catch Maria Glanz in the one-woman play about Emily Dickinson, The Belle of Amherst, by William Luce. The Sound Theatre Company production includes an original score, performed live by composer Brad Hawkins. It being a Thursday, tonight's performance is "pay what you can."

    From Sound Theatre Company's website:
    "Emily Dickinson is known only through her letters and her vast collection of poems; much of her private, secluded life in Amherst in the mid-nineteenth century remains a mystery. Her poetry, published after her death, reveals a contemporary sensibility which transcends the limitations of her provincial life, her gender and her era."

    The show plays through February 6 (Thursday, Friday, Saturdays at 8:00pm, Sunday at 3:00pm).

    Stone Soup DownStage Theatre
    4035 Stone Way N.
    Seattle, WA 98103

  • Bart Sher on the Dark Side of Happy Talk

    Intiman's Bartlett Sher is headed for New York, but he has a heck of a going-away present: the January 29 Seattle opening of his smash revisionist revival South Pacific at the Fifth Avenue.

    Sher, who will spend 2010 as Intiman co-director (with his 2011 successor Kate Whoriskey), phoned me last week to talk about South Pacific, the Seattle production of the big hit by the hottest director on both coasts. "It sort of developed a performance tradition concentrating on the happy songs, and the guys missing the girls on the island," says Sher. "We're following the tradition of Josh Logan, the original writer, who also wrote Mister Roberts" — another fact-based South Pacific hit fiction turned Broadway show.

    Thomas Heggen, the WWII vet author of the original Mister Roberts novel, killed himself; Logan was a tormented manic-depressive. Sher restores some long-cut text of South Pacific, and more important, the Loganesque dark shading of a famously sunny story. It's not about unearned cockeyed optimism — it's about hope winning out against all odds, despite lingering bitterness. "Bloody Mary's 'Happy Talk' has always been done as sort of quaint — happy. In ours, it's a cover for selling your daughter to get her out of poverty. We make it very clear that's what's going on." 

    The real Bloody Mary told James Michener (who wrote the book that became the musical South Pacific) that she planned to go home after WWII to fight colonialism in Vietnam. 

     

    “She’s Vietcong,” says Sher. (So are the troops above, trading a US POW for some VC prisoners in 1973.) Michener once wrote, “I would often think of her [during] Vietnam and I wondered if our leaders realized that the enemy they were fighting consisted of millions of determined people like Bloody Mary." Who knows? Maybe Bloody Mary actually went from selling GIs shrunken heads and grass skirts (and daughters?) to killing them for Uncle Ho. Now ain't that too damn bad?

  • Catch This: Pinter at ACT

    Today in local theatre

    Shadow & Light Theatre Company presents Two by Pinter at ACT tonight at 8:00pm. From the press release:

    Shadow & Light is a new Seattle theatre company devoted to the works of late Nobel laureate Harold Pinter. Inspired by Oliver Sacks’ Awakenings, A Kind of Alaska chronicles one woman’s journey from mysterious neurological darkness into tenuous light. In Ashes To Ashes, a seemingly typical domestic conversation between a wife and husband gradually evolves into a haunting meditation on “the banality of evil.” The Central Heating Lab is proud to present the first professional staging of Ashes To Ashes in Seattle. Company members include Suzanne Bouchard, Frank Corrado, Kimberly King, and Victor Pappas.

    Also on tonight: Trog Gua's Monument, opening at Fulcrum in Tacoma (part of Third Thursday Artwalk, which Virginia Bunker previewed yesterday on the CAB) and the Richard Alston Dance Company at UW World Series.

  • Introducing the voice of Princess Peach and why Village Theatre is the center of the NW acting universe

    Jennifer Lee Taylor, Seattle-based actress, co-founder of New Century Theatre Company and voice of Mario Bros.’ Princess stars in Village Theatre’s production of Lost in Yonkers by Neil Simon, opening this week. In a recent interview with City Arts, she reveals auspicious beginnings, early roles and unusual side projects.


    City Arts: You grew up in Issaquah, right? Jennifer Lee Taylor: Yes, up on the Sammamish plateau — it’s now actually Sammamish. But my parents didn’t move; their address used to be Issaquah...that was before all the influx we’ve seen.

    What was that like? It was a lot like living in the country but only twenty minutes from the city. It was a lovely, wonderful place to grow up. When I was twelve years old, I went to the Village Theatre to see a summer production of Bye, Bye Birdie. I had the realization of: “Oh my goodness, kids can do theatre. It’s not just adults. These are kids — I could do this!”

    Did you know Brian Yorkey, award-winning co-creator of Next to Normal, when you were growing up in "the place formerly known as Issaquah”? Yeah, we were buddies. We went to high school together. We met at Kidstage [at Village Theatre], doing the Jungle Book. I was a monkey.  Yes...back in my glory days...

    At least you haven’t been type cast since then. [She laughs.]  

    What year was that? Ha ha. Let’s see, what year was that? I was fourteen — must have been 1987. Is that right? Yeah.   

    So since you’ve grown up and launched your professional career—oh, no actor grows up! What are you talking about? We’re perpetually stuck...what was the question?

    Have you worked with Brian since Kidstage days? Last year we did The Importance of Being Earnest [also at Village Theatre].  We had a great time. That was the first time I worked with him as an adult.

    Tell me about Lost in Yonkers. It is a Neil Simon play. He wrote it in 1991. Apparently—Brian would be better to talk about this since he’s done so much research—it’s semi-autobiographical, set in 1942, about two boys. Their mother dies of cancer and their father finds a job, but he has to travel. So he has to leave them with his mother, from whom he’s estranged. The play is about the boys’ ten months with their family, their crazy Aunt Bella, their thuggish mobster Uncle Louie and another aunt as well. It’s about the relationships they have. Situationally, it is funny — and the boys are so good —but it’s a drama; it’s intense. I get to have a little break down on stage.

    Are you playing “crazy Aunt Bella”? I shouldn’t say crazy. She’s developmentally stunted. This woman is like a thirteen-year-old girl trapped in a thirty-five-year-old woman’s body.  It’s a struggle.

    What’s remarkable about Brian Yorkey’s directing style? I’m biased, because Brian is my high school buddy. In my experience, Brian’s just really a fun presence to have in the room. We’re doing some heart-breaking work in this and, yet, I still want to come to rehearsal. That’s got to be good. The cast doesn’t suck, either.

    What has been your favorite role you’ve played so far? Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice at Book-It [Repertory Theatre].  But I’m a big Jane Austen freak-o, so that has a lot to do with it.

    What role, which you have not played yet, do you covet the most? Beatrice in Much Ado About Nothing. I really enjoy doing Shakespeare.

    How are things going with New Century Theatre Company, which you helped launch last year, when you starred as Daisy in The Adding Machine? We’re getting ready to start fundraising for our next show, which should start rehearsing in April. It is a Stephanie Timm play. It’s such a quirky, fabulous, awesome piece of work. It’s been an interesting lesson for me. I’m still trying to figure out what inherent gifts I have to give that theatre company, other than just being an actor.

    What voiceover work did you do for Mario Bros., the video game? I was Princess Peach and Toad for a while. 

    What does that involve? When you play the video game you can hear me going “ah!” “ooh!” and “uh!” My boyfriend would always have me say to people, when they didn’t believe it was my voice: [in perfect Princess pitch] “I’m the best!” That’s one of the things I had to say. 

    And what about Halo? Your bio says you’ve done work for that game also. In Halo I voiced the role of Cortana who is this A.I. in your head throughout the game, basically telling you what to do. 

    Those are great roles. I’ve done a lot of video games, I just figured those are the two people have heard of. I got into voiceover work through Megan Adams, who is Rob Hunt’s daughter. I met her at Kidstage. See? Bringing it all back!

    When you’re not acting or fundraising, what can people find you doing for fun? Standing in a field throwing a ball for my little black dog, Adelaide (shown above).

     

     

     

  • Catch This: 14/48, the really, really short theatre festival

    Don't blink, or you'll miss 14/48 - 14 Plays in 48 Hours, the world's quickest theatre festival, with performances at ACT Theatre tonight and tomorrow. Here's the boiled down version of the process: The festival starts on a Thursday by throwing a group of theatre artists together and generating a theme for the weekend. Writers are then tasked with coming up with ten-minute plays, due at 8:00am the following morning. The plays get worked on during the day on Friday, and then at 8:00pm seven very short new plays are premiered in front of a very enthusiastic public audience. On Saturday, using a theme generated by Friday night's audience, writers, actors and crew repeat the process, creating yet another new group of plays for that night.

    For more information on how it all works, and to see more about previous festivals, visit the 1448 website.

    image: Tracy Hyland douses Brandon Ryan in the January 2009 festival. Photo by Matt Larson.

  • Because we’ve all wanted to kill our sister once or twice

    Seattle Shakespeare Company’s Electra is painful to watch.

    Painful in the sense that watching Marya Sea Kaminski (Electra) and Susannah Millonzi (Chrysothemis) battle over what the right reaction is to their mother’s heinous behavior is a little too familiar.

    Writhing around on the floor together, throwing barbs, screaming to the point of toddler tantrum, laughing together, building each other up and accidentally knocking each other down: it’s the joy and horror of sisterhood to a "T". In my experience, anyway. Maybe we do things a little uglier in Texas.


    Kaminski and Kennan as Electra and Orestes. Photo by John Ulman.

    Anyway, I don’t know how these actors do it — trudge around, carrying all those burdens on stage night after night.  Kaminski rollercoasters through rage, despondency and joy and makes it so real, I want to get off the ride. I want to be safe with my two feet on the ground and my family memories at bay.

    Tear stains, bruises and hoarse cries seem as much a part of the costumes as the simple skirts and army boots. And this was just the Pay What You Will preview! I kept thinking: how are they going to make it to the end of the month?

    Darragh Kennan (Orestes) is a remarkable receiver; I don’t envy the task of having to absorb all that unbridled angst and bared human misery — and then pull us back to the plot. But he catches everything thrown at him and runs. Myself and many of the kids in the audience from Shorecrest High School (made famous recently thanks to a YouTube video) let out a trickle of nervous laughter when he reached for the axe. I think we believed for a split second that he was actually about to cleave someone in twain. And why not? I don't know anymore what these actors won't do.

    Todd Jefferson Moore soars when he swoops in to deliver his messenger’s speech. Thank heavens. For a minute, I get to smile and remember that this is as much fiction as the story he is relaying to doomed Clytemnestra.

    All I have to say, really, is thank you to this cast and production crew. Spending your Friday nights plumbing these difficult roles — and all the embarrassing parts of humanity (selfishness, depression, hatred, wrath); witnessing all that ugliness; pushing yourselves to the ground and clawing through the muck of that stuff we all know but don't talk about...

    I cannot believe you do that for us.

     


    Seattle Shakespeare Company's Electra runs until January 31. Buy tickets online or call 206.733.8222.

    Watch a "web-o-mercial" of the show here:

  • A red flag goes up at Seattle’s original “Red” playhouse

    On Monday, the UW School of Drama announced it won’t be admitting new acting and design MFA students for the class starting in 2010, signaling big changes behind the scenes there. Resource cuts came last year and this year, says executive director Sarah Nash Gates, “We know more are coming for next year. We just think it’s not prudent to make three year promises to people without knowing we can fulfill them.” She hopes to admit new design and acting MFA students for fall 2011. But there’s no guarantee that will happen.

    The department has already removed one full production from its season, replacing it with staged play readings. And they’re off-setting costs by partnering with Seattle Rep, which has funding for new play development. Both of these band-aid the issue for MFA acting students. But the department wants to produce enough plays in-house to fulfill their mission: to give acting, design and directing students hands-on professional training. And right now, they’re not sure what they can offer to incoming students.


    Production still from Big Love | photos by Frank Rosenstein

  • SecondStage's Cliffhanger Happy Ending

    When I last posted on December 30, Redmond's SecondStory Rep had less than 48 hours to raise $80,000 or die trying. Would a Sam Wainwright arrive in time? (He's the rich pal in It's a Wonderful Life.)

    23 hours and 53 minutes later, just before they closed their doors, says SecondStory's Celina Hilbrand, "A donor walked in with $4,000. That put us over. I believe we just made it at the last minute. We don't have to go out of business." Hee Haw!

  • Be the hero of It's a Wonderful Life

    Spoiler alert! At the end of It's a Wonderful Life George Bailey (Jimmy Stewart) is a goner unless he raises cash fast. His old pal Sam Wainwright wires him $25,000 and saves the day. In real life, SecondStory Rep is in a similar fix. If they don't raise $80,000 by New Year's Eve, their season is in trouble. But this good news just in: "We only need $1,235 to meet our $60k goal," the Rep's Caitlin Frances exults.  

    And if they get $1,235 in the next couple days, an unnamed donor will kick in another $20,000.

    So if you email Frances at caitlin@secondstoryrep.org and give $1,235, presto! You'll be Sam Wainwright, a force for good (or 21,235/25000ths as good, anyhow). Any donation may be what it takes to tip over that $20,000 basket. You'll feel like the richest guy in town. Hee haw!

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