THE PLAYWRIGHT AS HERO - Shepard, Kushner, Stephens and Yee

I am going to talk about the National Theatre Live screening of Tony Kushner's ANGELS IN AMERICA with Nathan Lane and Andrew Garfield, and two new plays at CTG theaters, HEISENBERG and KING OF THE YEES.   But, to be completely honest, I'm having trouble moving on from the death of Sam Shepard.  Silly, I know.   I mean, I already wrote about my one extended encounter with him, so what more is there to say? Sam had a great run - 44 plays written, all the honors in the world (10 OBIE awards!), 68 film and TV roles, 27 screenplay credits, 32 credits for "himself" - that is, for playing Sam Shepard.  Remarkable.

when he arrived in NYC at 21

Of course, to be honest, Sam hadn't written anything great since A LIE OF THE MIND and PARIS, TEXAS, both in 1984-85.  His 20 years of amazing creativity began in 1964 with Cowboy and The Rock Garden, and it included such gems (which you should definitely check out, if you don't know them) as The Geography of a Horse Dreamer, The Unseen Hand, and Seduced - his odd but ingenious play about Howard Hughes, whose effectiveness depends on who's playing Hughes.  I was lucky enough to see Rip Torn, and I'll never forget it.

The thing with Sam is, he never sold out.  Some of his acting roles aren't great - his dad afflicted with periodic spells of blindess in 1994's Safe Passage is definitely not going in the time capsule - but even there, he never embarrassed himself, and he rarely if ever seemed to do anything just for the money.

in 1983, when he had the world by the short hairs

He was flat-out great as both Chuck Yeagar in The Right Stuff and as Major-General "Bill" Garrison in Black Hawk Down.  He was the best thing in the film of August Osage County, though his role should have been larger.  But if you really want to see a mind-blowing performance, check out Sam in 2012's Mud as a fat, balding retired U.S. military sniper.  It's not just that he's unrecognizable, but his character is very real, and so different from anything else he's ever done.

It's hard to be as gifted as Sam was, and to become as famous as Sam did, and still hold on to your honor, your humility and your soul.  So here's to Sam: you put up a battle with your demons that we can all be proud of.  Sleep well, my friend.

In my 2004 theater memoir, Best Revenge,  I wrote, "As tremendous as Tony Kushner's achievement was [in Angels in America], its "universality" may have been largely a product of being in the right place at the right time.  It will endure as dramatic literature, not drama."  Wrong.  So wrong.  After viewing the eight hours of Angels on successive Thursdays in the National Theatre Live production, I can only say "Wow. What a writer.  And what an epic!  How universal!"  It really is one of the great American plays, which does things and goes places that no other writer has done or gone.  It has the largeness of spirit of Walt Whitman (the main character is "Prior Walter") with the analytic genius of George Orwell and the sheer theatricality of Brecht at his greatest and, well, Tony Kushner at his greatest too.  What a vision!  This production is directed by Marianne Elliott (The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime) and features Andrew Garfield as Prior Walter, Nathan Lane as Roy Cohn, Denise Gough as Harper Pitt, Russell Tovey as Joseph Pitt, Susan Brown as Hannah Pitt, James McArdle as Louis, Nathan Stewart-Jarrett as Belize and Amanda Lawrence as the Angel.  All excellent actors, worthy of mention.  The major curiosity, of course, surrounds the two best-known actors, Garfield and Lane.  How were they?

Andrew Garfield as Prior Walter. Photo by Helen Maybanks

Now I saw both the original Broadway cast  and their replacement cast, as well as the Mike Nichols film, so I have some basis of comparison.  Andrew Garfield is very good, but I'll still take Stephen Spinella, who originated Prior Walter on Broadway.  Garfield has more charisma and style than Spinella, but Spinella had more gravitas, a more matter-of-fact sense of hurt.  Spinella anchored the show in the reality of his gayness, the richness of his emotional pain.  Garfield just doesn't have that.  As for Nathan Lane -- sorry, but no.  He's a great actor, one of our greatest, but he's not right for this role; in fact he couldn't be more wrong.  Physically, he suggests J. Edgar Hoover, not Cohn.  Lane's great gift is to humanize his characters, to show us the clown crying on the inside, and that doesn't work here.  Giving Roy Cohn a soul - wrong!  That's not how Kushner wrote him.  Ron Liebman was the greatest Cohn I've seen, seething with rage at the injustice of his fate.  But Pacino was also great.  Neither of them gave Roy Cohn the gooey center that Nathan Lane does, and it simply doesn't work.  For me, this production was stolen by McArdle and Tovey, who are both endlessly fascinating as Louis the temp and as Joe Pitt, the Mormon lawyer he works for.  Both are much better than the other actors I've seen take on those roles.   Stewart-Jarrett comes alive in Perestroika, the second half of the show, but he can't hold a candle to Jeffrey Wright in the original Broadway cast.  (I doubt anyone ever will.)  Gough is fine as Harper, the pill-popping wife of the gay lawyer, but both Marcia Gay Harden on Broadway and Mary Louise Parker in the Nichols' film were better.  I loved Susan Brown's work as Hannah, the gay lawyer's mother, she's gruff at first, but then reveals her inner sexiness in a way I don't recall seeing before.  Still, better than Meryl Streep or Kathleen Chalfant?  Not really possible.  On the whole, the production didn't shake up the world the way that Wolfe's did.  But the real star is and always will be Kushner, who has written an American masterpiece about the way we dream.  My only caveate - and I have to say it - is that ending, in which Prior Walter becomes Tony Kushner and "blesses" the audience as "fabulous."  Sorry but that feels patronizing.  Just stay inside your character, Tony, and let him speak for himself.  No need to pat yourself on the back when everyone else already wants to.  That said, go and see an encore showing of this video version - essential viewing for anyone with a brain.

KING OF THE YEES by Lauren Yee, Directed by Joshua Kahan Brody

Lauren Yee's play The King of the Yees is about Lauren Yee and her family's 150 year old trade association, to which only male Yees can be admitted.  This is actually a great idea for a play, with a great central  metaphor: the red double doors to the family association, doors which Lauren as a female has never been able to open.  And I'm convinced that there's a very good - even possibly great - 90 minute play hidden in the 125 minutes of the current version about how Lauren finally gains admission to the secret history of her ancestors.  If I was a dramaturg - a position I held for 5 years at an Off-Broadway theater - and I was assigned to this play, I would say: I know that this play is based on your life and that many events related here actually happened, but that doesn't mean that they necessarily belong in your play.  Because right now the First Act is 10-15 minutes of good theater and 30 minutes of pseudo-theater, in which you're playing silly games and stalling for time, so you can slip in two minutes of a cliffhanger before intermission.  A third of your audience left, and I would have too if I wasn't contracted to stay.   Then you have 40 good minutes in your Second Act and another 15 minutes of bullshit.  Let's find a way to take this apart and put it back together into 90 strong minutes.  As Scott Carter (Bill Maher's producer) once told me, "If you do five minutes of standup, and there are two good and three bad minutes, the audience is not going to love you for the two good minutes; they're gonna hate you for wasting their time with the three bad minutes."

HEISENBERG by Simon Stephens, directed by Mark Brokaw

Mary Louise Parker and Dennis Arndt

This is an enigmatic little play which belongs in a small theater not as large a space as the Mark Taper.  The Taper seems to realize this, and they seat audience on both sides of a skinny slice of stage space, trying to create as intimate a playing area as they can.  Personally I was sitting in the 5th row, and the magic didn't quite touch  me.  (A friend of mine told me she sat in the third row, and she was swept away, so maybe that's the key.) I admired the eccentricity of Mary Louise Parker's performance as a 40 year old woman who begins the play by kissing the back of the neck of a 77 year old stranger in a bus station, an event that in real life might instigate many things, but significant dialogue is not one of them.  I was deeply aware throughout of the unlikelihood of this scenario, this sequence of events, though that seemed to be what the playwright, Simon Stephens (The Curious Case of the Dog in the Nighttime, Punk Rock), is going for.  "How far can I push these highly unlikely events?  How long can I sustain this highly ridiculous premise?"  The actors, Mary Louise Parker and Dennis Arndt, are both deeply focused and committed, though I kept wondering why Parker didn't have a British accent?  In the play she speaks again and again about how she comes from Islington in London, but Parker makes no attempt to change the speaking voice that we are so accustomed to from Weeds and so many other shows; and Arndt's character never mentions this, so I simply don't get it.  Nevertheless, there is something engaging, even moving, in the way that Stephens stretches out his slight and unlikely premise into a full-length play.  The play after all is titled Heisenberg, the scientist who is known for giving us The Uncertainty Principle in Quantum Physics.  Simon Stephens captures here both the uncertainty of the human condition and the uncertainty of ever really connecting with another human being.  It's only around until August 6th, so go this weekend if you can.  Just sit in the first 3 rows, okay?


CAN'T STOP THE BEAT, CAN'T STOP THE BEAT

It's happening, folks.  Whether you want it to or not - and why wouldn't you want it to? - SPRING is exploding all over Los Angeles, and not just any spring either.  The snowy plovers are back in LA (at Dockweiler Beach) for the first time in 70 years, the brodiaea filofilia is
blooming out in the desert for the first time in many years, and new plays are springing up everywhere.  Seriously, the Twisted Hipster has been haunting the aisles for longer than he cares to admit, but even he can't remember so many new theatrical voices of all sorts crying out to be heard.  Now if only the audiences out there would adjust their inner radio dials and get on that more dramatic frequency, then you would see a true celebration of the remarkable talent that this city of dreams has to offer. What follows are Hipster Tips for two shows that are in their final week and another that has a few weeks to go.

And folks - THE FRINGE IS COMING, so get ready to tighten your seat belts.  (And only a few more days to catch this lovely blue flower before it's gone, and who knows when we can see it again?)

Armond Edward Dorsey, William Salyers and Eamon Hunt

PURE CONFIDENCE at Sacred Fools

There's a sly game being played by the Lower Depth Ensemble in this deceptively nimble play by Carlyle Brown. And I'm not talking about the con game being perpetrated by Colonel Wiley Johnson and the slave Simon Cato on the greedy and proudly racist George Dewitt. What seems like a clever costume drama about racetrack shenanigans in Kentucky (where else?) in the mid-1800s reveals itself in the Second Act as a deeply subversive work about the ways in which Americans seem to learn nothing from history - instead celebrating our ignorance while trying to convince ourselves that we've made loads of progress. What a resonant message for our times, as the stupidest president in our stupidity-riddled history celebrates his ignorance in such predictably stupid ways.  And the excellent cast includes Deborah Puette! A good rule of thumb for Los Angeles theater is to go see any play that has Deborah Puette in it, as she is always so good.  Only one weekend, three performances to go! Click here for tickets.

PUNK ROCK at the Odyssey Theatre

Written three years before his celebrated adaptation of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Simon Stephens's Punk Rock is NOT about a punk rock band, is NOT about the punk rock movement in London or Liverpool or anywhere else, and is NOT even about fans of punk rock. Instead it introduces us to six fairly average-seeming teenage students at "a fee-paying school in Stockport, England." Why then is the play titled Punk Rock? According to Simon Stephens, "I only ever called my Punk Rock because Tom Stoppard called his worst-ever play Rock 'n Roll and in so doing denigrated the art form I love more than any other." But Stephens does explore the kind of destructive and rage-filled compulsions that lie at the heart of punk rock music, as when one young male asks another here: "Don't you ever feel like just destroying things?"And the other young man answers, "Oh yeah, all the time!" The cast under Lisa James's direction all bring these students to life in a way that brings to mind The Breakfast Club on the one hand and Lord of the Flies on the other. And no, try as you might, you won't be ready when the punk rock song finally comes. Also in its last weekend, last three shows.  Wow, this man can write. Click for tickets here.

Corryn Cummins and Amy Harmon            Photo Credit: Ed Krieger

LORD OF THE UNDERWORLD'S HOME FOR UNWED MOTHER at the Skylight

Playwright Louisa Hill tries very daringly - and to a great degree, very successfully - to create a realistic mother-daughter play that also has the feel of a fable, a Grimm's fairy tale for our fractured times. Act I takes us back to the '60s - not the hip, drug-fueled '60s, but the dark ages before Roe v. Wade and the women's movement, when a young Catholic girl who got knocked up had to trust in the Church to have her best interests at heart (which it didn't), and when nice white people couldn't withstand the public shame of a teen pregnancy. In Act II we see the result of all this shame and the unwise faith in institutions: a daughter whose heart has been broken so many times and whose trust has been betrayed so often that she is unable to love, unwilling to hope - until finally, gradually, she finds her way back to her mother. While not a perfect play by any means, it is given a nearly flawless production under the supervision of director Tony Abatemarco, and you have 3 weekends left to catch it, so hurry! Click for tickets here.