Is this a a trend in theater bathrooms?

When Geffen Hall introduced a unisex. all-stall bathroom off the lobby, it was initially a surprise, but I quickly got used to it. However, yesterday at MCC Theater, I encountered something I had never seen before: women in the men's room. Apparently some women have interpreted the sign outside the restrooms that says you can use whichever one makes you comfortable as an invitation to avoid the longer lines to the women's room. I must admit it made me uncomfortable having a woman standing a couple of feet away while I was accomplishing my mission. Has anyone else encountered this at another theater? 

Birthright

 A-

This new MCC Theater production penned by Jonathan Spector, author of Eureka Day, is named for the program that offers free 10-day trips to Israel to young Jewish adults to strengthen their Jewish identity and connection to Israel. In it we meet six participants of a trip 20 years ago at their reunions three weeks later, 10 years later in October 2016 and, finally, in 2024. Chaya (Zoe Winters) and Izzy (Molly Bernard) have been friends since preschool, but the others – Alona (Molly Ranson), Noah (Eli Gelb), Emerson (Nate Mann) and Lev (Hale Appelman) – have not met before the trip. They have bonded into a mishpacha (family) who decide to try to retain that bond over the years. Their first reunion, at Chaya’s home in the Virginia suburbs, is partially an intervention to prevent Alona from abandoning her doctoral studies and making Aliyah (moving to Israel) to join the IDF soldier who deflowered her on the trip. Lev, who mysteriously disappeared halfway through the trip, arrives late and explains that he left the trip to have his own unmediated experience. Noah is a blogging pioneer with unreciprocated feelings for Chaya. She plans to join the Obama campaign. Emerson, who has been kicked out of his rock band, decides to become an EMT. Izzy wants to found a Jewish social justice program that address problems in the U.S. Lev shocks the group by announcing that he wants to go to rabbinical school.

The second act takes place around the hot tub at Chaya’s house. This time they have gathered for a wedding. There is a brief nude scene between Emerson and Chaya that led the producers to make the audience put their phones in Yondr bags. Since the scene could easily have been staged in a manner that would not have required this, I think it was either a marketing ploy or a smart move to keep the audience focused on the play during the two intermissions. We learn how their plans worked out – or didn’t – over the decade since their first reunion. The upcoming election is barely mentioned with Hillary’s election seeming assured.

While the first two acts were interesting, for me the play did not really build up full steam until the final act, set in 2024. This time they are gathered for a shiva (Jewish wake). In addition to their personal loss, they are grieving over the October 7, 2023 attack on Israel and the subsequent retaliation wreaked on Gaza. We learn how each of their lives has been adversely affected by these events. Spector is even-handed, allowing his characters to express at least three diametrically opposed viewpoints without taking sides. Although the arguments are cogently presented, I felt that Spector’s focus was more on the characters than on the 

arguments.

Along the way, there in lots of humor as well. A subsidiary theme is the increasing corrosiveness of social media over the years, which Spector literally shows us by projecting emails and chats on the walls.

The actors are all excellent. Occasionally I missed a line when an actor was speaking at high speed and low volume.  Terry Bergman’s direction holds everything  together well. Scott Pask’s beautiful traditional living room set in act one takes on a modern look in act three. The costumes by Clint Ramos are all spot-on. 

In summary, the play was slow to build but worth the wait for the payoff in the final act. I somehow expected that there would be more about the issues but the playwright instead chose to concentrate on his characters. I am not sure how much appeal the play has for non-Jews.

Running time: three hours 20 minutes including two 15-minute intermissions.
 
 

A Walk on the Moon

B

If you have not seen Tony Goldwyn’s 1999 film of the same name starring Diane Lane, Liev Schreiber, Tovah Feldshuh, Anna Paquin and Viggo Mortensen, about the summer of 1969 in a Catskill bungalow colony, you will probably find this musical quite enjoyable. If, on the other hand, you love the film, I’m not sure your response will be as positive. When a play or film is musicalized, the question I ask is whether the quality of the score and choreography compensates for the simplification of plot and character needed to make room for the songs. In this instance it’s a close call. While the music by Annmarie Milazzo is pleasant, there is nothing that could cause an earworm. The lyrics by Milazzo and Pamela Gray are occasionally clunky. The book, also by Gray, who wrote the original screenplay, is intelligent and opens the story beyond the moon landing and Woodstock to a broader canvas that includes feminism and protest movements. The second act actually improves on the screenplay by leaving out an incident that was implausible and unnecessary. I was puzzled why they increased the daughter’s age by a year and left out a scene about her first period. The cast is mostly solid. Talia Suskauer has a strong voice and is convincing as Pearl, a wife and mother who fears that life is passing her by. Max Chernin is credible as Marty, her hard-working, loving, but boring husband. Sam Gravitte has the vocal and acting chops to succeed as Walker, the sexy itinerant blouse man; he drew lots of oohs and ahs when he removed his shirt. Andrea Burns, who I usually look forward to seeing, looks too young to be anyone’s bubby. On the other hand, Sophie Pollono looks too old to play Alison, the 15-year-old daughter, and, for reasons unknown, has been saddled with an unfortunate Brooklyn accent that none of the other actors share. Oscar Williams hits the right notes vocally and dramatically as her boyfriend Ross. As her younger brother Danny, Reid Gardner Clarke doesn’t have much to do. Anthony Faria, David R. Gordon, Megan Kane, Caroline Pernick, Becca Suskauer and Michael Tacconi are fine as the neighboring three couples. The amusing loudspeaker announcements that regulate life in the bungalow colony are voiced by Tovah Feldshuh. The period costumes by Ricky Lurie and hair and wig design by Matthew Armentraut are excellent. The scenic design by Tal Yarden is efficient but his video projections are often hard to make out. The lighting by Robert Wiesel was sometimes garish. The home movie that fills the stage before the play starts seems pointless. Josh Prince’s choreography is used sparingly but effectively. Sheryl Kaller’s direction keeps things moving smoothly. According to the program, some version of this production has been kicking around since 2014, first at Vassar, then at ACT in Cambridge, then at George Street Playhouse in New Brunswick. I can’t imagine why it took twelve years to get to New York, but in a season when new musicals have been scarce, it’s a welcome addition. It’s playing at Roundabout’s Laura Pels Theatre, but it’s not a Roundabout production. Running time: two hours 15 minutes including intermission.

El Ultimo Sueño de Frida y Diego

 

B-

Having greatly enjoyed the two most recent new productions of the Met season, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay and Innocence,  I was hoping for a trifecta with this New York premiere. Alas, it was not to be. While I admire the ambition of composer Gabriela Lena Frank and librettist Nilo Cruz, the result of their efforts is a mixed bag. The overstuffed production by director/choreographer Deborah Colker is partly to blame. The libretto is almost a mirror of the Orpheus story. Instead of Diego going to the Underworld to bring Frida back, Frida returns from the Underworld on the Day of the Dead to bring Diego back. That’s the plot in a nutshell, except that it is padded by a totally unrelated subplot about a Garbo impersonator who wants to bring joy to a devoted fan with a visit from her. There are also philosophical meditations on art and life that don’t easily lend themselves to dramatization. The libretto does little to flesh out the two main characters. Isabel Leonard and Carlos Alvarez are credible in the title roles, but Leonard’s voice often did not project well over the orchestra. Most notable vocally and dramatically was Gabriella Reyes, as Catrina, Keeper of the Dead. Nils Wanderer was fine as Leonardo, the Garbo impersonator. I’m sure Jon Bausor’s cluttered sets have many allegorical meanings that I missed. The costumes, by Bausor and Wilberth Gonzalez, are a riot of color. Colker’s staging often crams the excellent large Met chorus onstage either to move around aimlessly or just stand there. Dancers occasionally reflect or emphasize the narrative. Finally, there’s the score, ably conducted by Yannick Nezet-Seguin. It provides a lush sonic carpet to support the voices but has virtually no highs or lows. There were no arias with a clear ending that provided opportunity for applause. All in all, it was a disappointment. Running time: two hours 25 minutes including one intermission.

Indian Princesses

B

This gentle seriocomedy now at Atlantic Theater Company in a coproduction with Rattlestick Theater is named for an actual YMCA program founded in 1954 whose purpose was to foster the bond between fathers and their young daughters through outdoor activities and crafts. As sensitivity to cultural appropriation increased, all Native American references were removed and it was renamed Adventure Princesses, under which name it still operates today. In the present play, we meet five members of a small new “tribe” in a midwestern city and the men in their lives. The time is specified as the recession of 2008, which actually is not that relevant to the story. The religiose Glen (the always excellent Frank Wood) is the tribe’s founder and his hapless granddaughter Samantha (Haley Wong) is its first member. Chris (Greg Keller, also an actor I am always glad to see), a lawyer from New York, has brought his two stepdaughters Lily (Annisa Marie Griego) and Hazel (Serenity Mariana), who actually have some Native-American blood. Mac (Pete Simpson), a construction worker who is mourning the recent death of his wife, has reluctantly enrolled his shy daughter Andi (Rebecca Jimenez), who, at 12, is the oldest of the group. Wayne (Ben Beckley), an out-of-work techie, is adoptive father to Maisey (Lark White), who is black. In decreasing order of importance, the story intertwines the relationships among the girls, between them and their father figures, and among the men. Moments of pathos occasionally punctuate moments of humor. The acting is all top-notch and the themes touched upon, including overzealous attempts to protect daughters from the real world, parental failure to be attentive, racism, the beauty and difficulty of friendships and the fear of new ideas are worthy of our attention. Almost all the characters created by playwright Eliana Theologides Rodriguez are vividly written and portrayed. The production values are high – the set design by Emmie Finckel captures the look of an all-purpose room at a Y and the costumes by Sarafina Bush sync well with the characters – and the direction by Miranda Cornell is assured. It’s a perfectly respectable effort which the audience received warmly, but somehow it never fully engaged me. Perhaps if I were either a father or a daughter I would have appreciated it more. Running time: one hour 50 minutes; no intermission.

Well, I'll Let You Go

B-

This 21st-century midwestern Our Town wannabe by first-time playwright Bubba Weiler has arrived off Broadway after a Brooklyn production at the Space at Irondale, where it received a Critic’s Pick designation from the New York Times and an enthusiastic review in the Wall Street Journal.  I therefore arrived at Studio Seaview with high expectations that I soon regretted. I might have had a more positive response had I approached it cold. Maggie (the always watchable Quincy Tyler Bernstine) is a recent widow whose husband Marv died under murky circumstances in which he may or may not have been a hero. The uncertainty freezes Maggie in her grief, preventing her from even planning a funeral, because she no longer feels confident that she knew him well enough to decide whether he even deserves one. The play consists of seven scenes during which one of the other seven actors shares the stage with Maggie. A la Wilder, there is a narrator (Matthew Maher) who sets the scene and fills in information about the characters. The other characters are Wally (Will Dagger), Marv’s extremely dependent cousin; Joanie (Constance Schulman), a ditsy funeral director; Julie (Amelia Workman), Maggie’s longtime friend and Marv’s brother’s wife; Jeff (Danny McCarthy), Marv’s brother; Angela (Emily Davis), a woman from Maggie’s past that she has forgotten; and Ashley (Cricket Brown), Angela’s daughter. Each scene builds on the previous one, adding a bit of information to explain the circumstances of Marv’s death. There are a few satisfying red herrings along the way. The plot is interesting and well thought out. What frustrated me was that the play was good enough that I wished it had been better. Strangely, the play opens with the two weakest and least essential scenes so it took me a long time to become invested in the story. After what I thought was a natural place to end, there were two more scenes that I wasn’t sure added to the whole. I wish that a play doctor had been engaged to tighten the play up because at almost two hours I was getting restless (especially on the theater’s uncomfortable seats). Another problem was the casting of the important role of narrator; the present actor, the only one new to his role, flubbed several lines and had a distracting lisp. The comic tone of the scene with the funeral director seemed at odds with the rest of the play. Frank J. Oliva’s set is bare bones, with folding chairs and table and props rolled in as needed. For the final scene, the set undergoes a transformation that is a direct steal from David Cromer’s Our Town; the payoff is much less here. Avery Reed’s costumes are apt. Director Jack Serio’s pace during the first few scenes is so slack that it is difficult to build interest. All that being said, I am not sorry I saw the play. I just wish it had been polished further before it reached the stage. Running time: One hour, 50 minutes without intermission.
 

 

Cable Street

A

Every Spring 59E59 Theaters hosts a series of productions imported from the UK. To kick off the current season, they have chosen this ambitious musical about an event little known outside the UK, the Battle of Cable Street in early October 1936. Cable Street is a side street in the East End of London which was largely populated by Jews and Irish. The Jews were mostly tailors and the Irish worked on the docks, where the Jews could not get jobs. The residents were just scraping by during the Depression, beset by rent increases and threats of eviction. Oswald Mosley, head of the British Union of Fascists (BUF), planned a provocative march through East End to intimidate its residents. When they appealed to the government to cancel the march, the government not only refused but sent police to protect the BUF marchers. The British Communists, busy recruiting for the Freedom Brigade in Spain, were initially reluctant to help but were persuaded that it was also important to fight Fascism at home. And so, when the Fascists arrived in the East End, protected by police, they met barricades that forced them to use some of the side streets including Cable Street, where they were met by a coalition of Communists, Jews and Irish. Chaos ensued. While this might not seem a likely subject for a musical, Tim Gilvin (music & lyrics, orchestrations & vocal arrangements) and Alex Kanefsky (book) have created a work that is consistently engrossing, entertaining and even educational. The clever framing device of a present-day tour guide (Jez Unwin) taking people through the East End and, to provide comic relief, repeatedly encountering a Jack the Ripper tour group, leads us to the story. The tour members shed their coats and become the neighborhood residents of 1936. The story focuses on three families – one Jewish, one Irish and one British. The Sheinberg family has two sons, Sammy (Isaac Gryn) and Moishe (Ethan Pascal Peters), the former a hotheaded boxer who lies about his name to get a job operating a press and the latter a devout scholar. The Kennys have an open-minded daughter Mairead (Aoife MacNamara, u/s for Lizzy-Rose Esin Kelly), who works in a Jewish bakery. Ron Williams (Barney Wilkinson) is a Brit from the North who has been driven by the closure of the mills to move to London with his alcoholic mother Edie (Preeya Kalidas) to find work. The book concentrates on Sammy, Mairead and Ron, but there are many other characters who are played by the other fine actors (Max Alexander-Taylor, Debbie Chazen, Michael Dantes, Natalie Elisha-Welsh, Romona Lewis-Malley and Annie Majin) who assume multiple roles irrespective of gender or race. They are all excellent, but I especially enjoyed MacNamara, Wilkinson and Unwin, who manages to be convincing as the tour guide, the devout Jewish father and the head Fascist thug. The music is a mix of Irish folk, Jewish liturgical, British music hall, rock and roll and rap and runs the gamut from ballad to anthem. The lively choreography by Jevan Howard-Jones adds much to the production. The costumes by Lu Herbert befit their characters well. The minimalist set by Yoav Segal consists mainly of a well-worn wooden counter, a few tables and several chairs that are moved around constantly to create different settings. Director Adam Lenson keeps things moving at a brisk, almost relentless, pace. At one point in the play, father Sheinberg says that the Jews will never be fully accepted as British and should keep a low profile. On a day when two Jews were stabbed in London, I have to wonder if he was right. Running time: two hours 30 minutes, including intermission.