The Artist or the Man | A 1920s Musical on Stage

Bullets over Broadway (Pantages)userpic=broadwaylaWhen the musical Bullets over Broadway hit the Great White Way, I asked myself: could people separate the show from the author — the art from the artist, so to speak. From a distance, looking at the reception of the Bullets over Broadway musical (it closed after 156 performance), I concluded they couldn’t. I figured audiences were not ready for Woody Allen, given his personal life problems, on Broadway. The artist would forever be tainted by the man. I’ll note that in 2016, we’re seeing a similar thing for Bill Cosby: the man’s personal life problems doesn’t make the standup and the sitcoms any less funny, but they impinge on our ability to accept the artist without forever seeing the flawed man behind it.

This question went through my head today when I saw the national tour (FB) of Bullets over Broadway at the Pantages (FB). It came to mind when one of the characters: the playwright David Shayne asks the star, Helen Sinclair (with whom he is having a backstage affair) whether she loves the artist or the man. One wonders if Allen had that question in mind with this show, and whether his effort to put it on Broadway was a way of asking audiences that ultimate question.

I can’t answer that. What I can answer is why the show closed after 156 performances. After seeing Bullets over Broadway, my conclusion is that this was a 1920s show on at 2016 stage. I don’t mean that it was a show about the 1920s. Well, it was, but that isn’t my point. Broadway, in the 1920s, was filled with fluff. Brainless shows with silly plots, with songs that represented the pop tunes of the days, filled with leggy dancers, turn turn kick turn, turn turn kick turn, one two three kick turn (whoops, wrong show, same choreographer). Things didn’t start to change until 1927 and Showboat, and they really changed in 1943 with Oklahoma! (which, by the way, premiered at the same theatre as Bullets). Those shows began to interconnect the story with the music; making the music advance the story and the plot.

Bullets over Broadway, on the other hand, is at its heart a jukebox musical with singing and dancing gangsters and chorus girls. The story is silly and has no depth (but this is common for Woody Allen, who can be hit or miss with his movies). It is not the fact that it is singing and dancing gangsters — Guys and Dolls proved that you can do that right if you have the right story and the right musicalization. At its heart, that’s what the flaw in Bullets over Broadway. If you look at the movie, it got pretty good reviews. Someone saw it, and thought: we could bring this to Broadway. So far, so good. Then they thought: Let’s make it a jukebox musical, and interpolate tunes from the 1920s and 1930s into the show. This, in my opinion, is what doomed this show to tours, stock, and amateur productions. There are numerous points in the show that cry out for musicalization of the inner thoughts of the characters — how does David feel about his writing, how does Ellen feel about David, how does Chico feel about the conflict between writing and the mob, how does Olive feel.  These could even have been done as original tunes in the style of 1920s and 1930s. A few original tunes from the era could have been tossed in for color. But they didn’t do that. They took existing tunes, attempted to modify them somewhat for the characters, sliced and diced and put it on-stage.

To whom do we place the blame for this? Look at the credits. This was written by Woody Allen, based on the screenplay by Woody Allen and Douglas McGrath. Allen does not have experience with musicals (some of his early stories were presented on stage, such as Play It Again, Sam). McGrath does (he was involved with Beautiful), but only with jukebox musicals. This needed someone with strong musical adaption skills to adapt it. Instead, the decision to go jukebox was made by Allen, and he turned to Glen Kelly to adapt the songs and do additional lyrics. Kelly has mostly done arrangements and dance music. The adapted songs were great, but they didn’t move the show to where it needed to be.

Then, to add to the problems, they brought in the aforementioned turn turn kick turn, turn turn kick turn, one two three kick turn. In other words: Susan Stroman.  Stroman knows dance well, and she loaded this production with lots and lots of great dancing by leggy girls and mobsters. If you look at her resume, she’s an expert at directing broad, overplayed comedy (e.g., The Producers, Young Frankenstein). That’s what she did here. But whereas the music in the Mel Brooks shows balanced out the overplay in the characters, the jukebox nature here served only to amplify the camp. Thus, the actors did the best with the direction they were given, but they were saddled with the weak musicalization and the wrong direction. Stroman’s direction was recreated on tour by Jeff Whiting (FB).

But all is not lost.

Before I tell you why, I guess I should tell you the story. Here’s the Wikipedia summary:

“In 1929, playwright David Shayne is finally getting his first play God of Our Fathers produced on Broadway. The producer, Julian Marx, has enlisted the wealthy gangster Nick Valenti to pay for the show. Valenti wants to have his dim-witted and untalented girlfriend, Olive Neal, star as one of the leads. Valenti has assigned his strong-armed gangster, Cheech, to watch over Olive. Surprisingly, Cheech comes up with great ideas for improving the play. However, aging diva Helen Sinclair, the real star of the show, romances the younger David, who already has a girlfriend, Ellen. Meanwhile, the leading man, Warner Purcell, has his eye on Olive.”

The fact that Wikipedia can summarize the show in 6 sentences, whereas many shows take multiple paragraphs, says a lot. This is a simple, comically drawn in broad strokes, plot. No deep thinking here. Caracatures and tropes, writ large on the stage, forced to interact. One might think it was a farce, if there was precise timing.

So what worked.

The tunes from the 1920s are very enjoyable. I particularly enjoyed the interpolation of some of the lesser known tunes, such as “The Hot Dog Song” (which would fit in wonderfully in One Mo’ Time). The dances were quite fun to watch, and well executed. There were a few very humorous lines. The performers were great — well, as great as they could be given the direction to overplay and go broad with the characterizations.

Yes, I said the performers were great. Here’s why that might be a surprise. If you look closely at the end of the credits, you’ll see something is missing: the logo of Actors Equity. This is a non-Equity tour, and Equity is running a campaign of “Ask if it is Equity“, implying that non-Equity tours are of lower quality and therefore you should be paying less. While I do agree that you shouldn’t be paying Broadway — or even Equity tour — prices for a non-Equity tour, you shouldn’t feel that the performances are less. As I watched the show, I tried to gauge the impact of the non-Equity nature. Other than the actors being younger, and based on the credits, having less Broadway experience, it wasn’t noticeable from the seats. In fact, due to excellent casting by Stewart/Whitley (FB), there were a fair number of opera singers mixed with the theatre newbies. Perhaps because I’m used to Los Angeles theatre, and seeing the mix of Equity and non-Equity folks we have in the smaller theatres here, I didn’t see a significant difference. [By the way, that’s not to imply there isn’t a difference — there is, in terms of contract conditions, pay, working conditions, time off, medical and pension benefits — but that’s not something the audience sees. Those are the reason Equity‘s campaign is significant, but tours like this often provide the stepping stone for these actors to move to Equity positions, or to move into the even more lucrative TV and film realm.]

In what one might say was the lead position was Patrick Graver (FB) as David Shayne. Graver was the understudy, going on for Michael Williams (FB). There was no explanation of what happened to Williams, but I’d suggest looking in the LA River. Seriously, I’m pleased to say that Graver did a great job as Shayne: he handled the comedy and the singing quite well, and gave an excellent performance. He had good chemistry with perhaps my favorite performer in the piece, Hannah Rose Deflumeri (FB) as David’s girlfriend, Ellen. For some reason Deflumeri caught my eye, and she was just wonderful in her performance. I especially enjoyed watching her face, and hearing her lovely singing voice. This is someone who I hope goes far in her career.

My wife’s eye, on the other hand, was caught by Jeff Brooks (FB) as Cheech. Why? According to her, “He had a gorgeous voice, and she’s always likes smart guys, plus he had a rough exterior and cleaned up nicely.” Translating this where necessary, this meant that his acting made the underlying smart writer under the mob thug come out, and that was great performing. I would agree — he had a lovely voice, and was fun to watch in his interactions with other characters.

As the leads on the gangster side, so to speak, we had Michael Corvino (FB) as Nick Valenti and Jemma Jane (FB) as Olive, his girlfriend who is cast in the show as a condition of funding it. Corvino was a surprise. What appeared to be a stock gangster boss turned surprising in the Finale, when you suddenly heard this wonderful operatic baritone open up. It would be interesting to listen for that baritone in his earlier number. As for Jemma Jane — on the surface, I would say that her’s was the worst performance of the show. But, surprisingly, that makes it a very strong performance, as she was supposed to be playing a very bad actress — someone with no skill — and as anyone can tell you, that’s a difficult thing for a good actress to do. Given her credits, I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt and calling it a great performance.

On the theatre side, there was Rick Grossman (FB) as Julian Marx as the producer (an interesting name play on Julian Marsh, the producer/director in 42nd Street), Emma Stratton (FB) as Helen Sinclair, Bradley Allan Zarr (FB) as Warner Purcell (and dance captain), and Rachel Bahler (FB) as Eden.  Grossman is interesting; I hadn’t known until I looked him up that his family were pioneers in the Yiddish theatre. Grossman was great as Marx — good singing, and wonderful facial and background expressions. Stratton’s Sinclair initially came on like a Norma Desmond-type, but as the show went on she loosened up and showed some wonderful comic chops. Her duets with both Grossman and Graver were quite good.  As Purcell, the male lead in the show-in-a-show who kept growing larger as time went on, Zarr did great. His interplay with the food — especially with the dog biscuits — was fun to watch. He was also wonderfully comic in his number with Olive, “Let’s Misbehave” (although they really shouldn’t have repurposed that number — it is too associated with Anything Goes). Lastly, there was Bahler’s Eden. I never quite figured out who her character was, other than another actress. But aside from that, she was fun to watch with some great comic moves, and a wonderful singing voice on “There’s a New Day Coming”.

Rounding out the cast were numerous small characters and the ensemble members: Blaire Baker (FB) [Hilda; Josette; Bohemian Friend; Ensemble; u/s Helen; u/s Eden], Mary Callahan (FB) [Atta-Girl, Red Cap; Ensemble]; Jake Corcoran (FB) [Mitchell Sabine; Gangster; Four Frank; Ensemble], Elizabeth Dugas (FB) [Atta-Girl; Flapper; Lorna; Red Cap; Ensemble], Carissa Fiorillo (FB) [Atta-Girl, Flapper; Red Cap; Ensemble]; Andrew Hendrick (FB) [Gangster; Train Conductor; Ensemble; u/s Nick; u/s Julian; u/s Warner]; Lainee Hunter (FB) [Atta-Girl; Violet; Red-Cap; Ensemble], Justin Jutras (FB) [Gangster; Vendor; Victim; Ensemble; u/s Cheech; u/s Nick]; Brian Martin (FB) [Aldo; Gangster; Four Frank; Understudy; Ensemble; u/s Cheech]; Conor McGiffin (FB) [Sheldon Flender; Gangster; Ensemble; u/s Julian; u/s Warner]; Andrew Metzgar (FB) [Swing … and filling in for Patrick Graver at our performance as a Gangster and Ensemble member]; Corinne Munsch (FB) [Atta-Girl; Bohemian Friend; Red Cap; Ensemble; u/s Eden; u/s Helen], Kaylee Olson (FB) [Atta-Girl; Cotton Club Dancer; Flapper; Red-Cap; Ensemble], Joey Ortolani (FB) [Gangster; Four Frank; Ensemble]; Kelly Peterson (FB) [Swing; Asst. Dance Captain]; Lexie Plath (FB) [Atta-Girl; Understudy; Red-Cap; Ensemble; u/s Olive, u/s Ellen]; and Ian Saunders (FB) [Rocco, Gangster, Four Frank; Ensemble, u/s David]. In a crowd like that, it is difficult to single anyone out. Based on the pictures in the program, one who caught my eye was Blaire Baker, who I believe was the woman in the background in the first scene. Baker caught my eye because I noticed her singing along with the dancers, and then I caught her face a few other times and it just drew me too it. The other I believe was the tall and thin one with glasses in the final scene, who also played the stage manager. I’m thinking that might have been Lainee Hunter. In any case, something about her drew my attention to her. In general, the ensemble proved to be very strong dancers and performers.

Speaking of strong dancing. What Stroman lacked in direction, she made up for in dancing. The dances here were very strong and quite enjoyable. Stroman’s original choreography was recreated on tour by Clare Cook (FB). Dance captains were Bradley Allan Zarr (FB) and Kelly Peterson (FB).

As noted earlier, the music adaptation and additional lyrics were by Glen Kelly. Orchestrations were by Doug Besterman (FB). John Mezzio (FB) was the music coordinator. The music director and conductor was Robbie Cowan (FB), who led the quite large touring and local orchestra, who I’m not going to list all here.

Turning last to the remaining production and creative team. The scenic design was by Jason Ardizzone-West (FB), and was probably great on Broadway. On tour, the design was narrowed into a set that would fit all theatres, and this limited some of the elements. What was there looked good. The original lighting design was by Donald Holder, and was adapted for the tour by Carolyn Wong (FB). Again, this forced limitations — there were precious few lights other than spots outside the confines of the traveling set. The lighting worked within those limitations, but I’m sure was more spectacular on Broadway. The sound design was by Shannon Slaton (FB), and it worked reasonably well in the Pantages. Costumes were by the very famous William Ivey Long, and they seemed appropriately period and they were done reasonably well. Jimm Halliday was the costume coordinator. Wig and Hair design was by Bernie Ardia. Remaining production credits: Andy Einhorn [Vocal Arranger]; The Booking Group (FB) [Tour Booking]; Michael Lamasa (FB) [Asst. Director]; Andrew T. Scheer (FB) [Production Stage Manager]; Katie Cortez (FB) [Company Manager]; Hector Guivas [Production Manager]; Bobby T. Maglaughlin [General Manger].

One additional comment regarding Stewart/Whitley (FB) that I realized after the show: this was not a show that necessarily dictated particular races in particular roles. Yet I could detect only one actress of color in the ensemble. I’ve recently been sensitized to diversity on and off the stage, so it raised some hackles. Why wasn’t this cast more diverse? It didn’t need to be as homogeneous as it was.

The national tour (FB) of Bullets over Broadway continues at the Pantages (FB) through January 24, 2016. Tickets are available through the Pantages box office, Ticketmaster, and discount tickets are available through Goldstar. Do I recommend going? It is a mindless afternoon diversion — go for the familiar music and the dancing, but don’t expect depth of story or characterization, or anything resembling a modern musical.

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Ob. Disclaimer: I am not a trained theatre critic; I am, however, a regular theatre audience member. I’ve been attending live theatre in Los Angeles since 1972; I’ve been writing up my thoughts on theatre (and the shows I see) since 2004. I do not have theatre training (I’m a computer security specialist), but have learned a lot about theatre over my many years of attending theatre and talking to talented professionals. I pay for all my tickets unless otherwise noted. I am not compensated by anyone for doing these writeups in any way, shape, or form. I subscribe at three theatres:  REP East (FB), The Colony Theatre (FB), and Cabrillo Music Theatre (FB). Through my theatre attendance I have made friends with cast, crew, and producers, but I do strive to not let those relationships color my writing (with one exception: when writing up children’s production, I focus on the positive — one gains nothing except bad karma by raking a child over the coals).  I believe in telling you about the shows I see to help you form your opinion; it is up to you to determine the weight you give my writeups.

Upcoming Shows: Theatre continues next week with “That Lovin’ Feelin’” at The Group Rep (FB) on January 16; “Stomp” at the Valley Performing Arts Center (VPAC) (FB)  on January 24; and “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum” at Cabrillo Music Theatre (FB) on January 30. There is also the open question of whether there will be Repertory East Playhouse (“the REP”) (FB) 2016 season, and when it will start.  However, given there has been no announcement, I feel safe booking all weekends in January  (I’ll note that if there is no REP season, I’ll likely subscribe at Group Rep — call it the Law of Conservation of REP). February starts with a hold date for “An Act of God” at the Ahmanson Theatre (FB). The rest of the February schedule is empty except for February 28, when we are seeing The Band of the Royal Marines and the Pipes, Drums, and Highland Dancers of the Scots Guards at the Valley Performing Arts Center (VPAC) (FB). March brings “Another Roll of the Dice” at The Colony Theatre (FB), and has two potential dates on hold for “A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder” at the Ahmanson Theatre (FB) (pending Hottix). I expect to be filling out February as December goes on.  As always, I’m keeping my eyes open for interesting productions mentioned on sites such as Bitter-Lemons, and Musicals in LA, as well as productions I see on Goldstar, LA Stage Tix, Plays411 or that are sent to me by publicists or the venues themselves.

 

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CyberNewsChum: Windows, Facebook, and the Internet of Things

userpic=cyborgIt’s been a busy week both at work and at home. Articles have been accumulating, but there are a few theme groupings to get out of the way before we get into the stew. So, for an appetizer, here’s a collection of interesting articles dealing with computer related news chum:

  • Microsoft Continues the Push to Win10. Microsoft is continuing its push to get everyone to upgrade to Windows 10 (ref: “I Think I’ll Wait to Wash the Windows“). The latest salvo is a warning from Microsoft that Windows 7 is unsafe. What do they mean by that? Here’s the answer, from the horses, umm, mouth:

    Speaking to Windows Weekly, Microsoft Marketing chief Chris Capossela explained that users who choose Windows 7 do so “at your own risk, at your own peril” and he revealed Microsoft has concerns about its future software and hardware compatibility, security and more. “We do worry when people are running an operating system that’s 10 years old that the next printer they buy isn’t going to work well, or they buy a new game, they buy Fallout 4, a very popular game, and it doesn’t work on a bunch of older machines,” Capossela stated.

    The real meaning came out in his next sentence, where he stressed it is “so incredibly important to try to end the fragmentation of the Windows install base” and to get users to a “safer place”. Translation: They want everyone on Windows 10 so they can control the ecosystem and have that captive market like Apple has.

  • When You Need to Upgrade Windows. There is a time that you really must upgrade your windows: If you are running the original Windows 8, not Windows 8.1.  If you don’t upgrade original Windows 8 to 8.1 or 10, security patches stop this week. Security patches are critical. The problem is that Microsoft doesn’t make the upgrade easy, hiding it in the Windows Store. Here’s how to install the Windows 8.1 upgrade. To help you more, here’s a tutorial.
  • Deprecating Old Internet Explorer. Here’s another push to get you to upgrade: Microsoft has stopped support of older versions of IE except the latest for each supported OS. Beginning next Tuesday, January 12, Microsoft will officially retire Internet Explorer versions 8, 9, and 10 for most Windows operating systems, according to a Microsoft support page. Internet Explorer 11 will be the only officially supported version of the browser for Windows 7, 8.1, and 10. The only exception will be Windows Vista users, who will stick with Internet Explorer 9. Vista’s mainstream support ended more than a year before IE11 rolled out. The unpopular OS is almost up for retirement anyway. It reaches the end of its extended support phase in April 2017. After that, Vista will be unsupported just like Windows XP.
  • Lastpass Upgrade. This week, Lastpass announced an upgrade to Version 4.0. Even though Password Managers have some risk, I still recommend them. They move you to using longer and more complex passwords, but store them in such a way that they can’t be easily exploited. There are visual candy upgrades, but the most important thing is a new feature: Emergency Access. This lets users designate trusted family, friends or colleagues to have access to their password vault in the case of an emergency. They’ve also improved the Sharing Center. The new LastPass Sharing Center is one central location that allows users to easily manage and share passwords in a secure, encrypted way. Whether partners need to share logins for the mortgage and paying bills, or aging parents need to share important logins with their family, the Sharing Center keeps the passwords in sync for everyone. Users can manage who has access to shared accounts and have the option to remove access at any point.  Alas, I’m still waiting for them to update my Firefox plug in.
  • Facebook News Feed. Here’s a really interesting, but long, article on how the Facebook news feed algorithm works and how you can manipulate it. I still miss the days of Livejournal, where I could easily catch up chronologically with what all my friends were doing. I can see Facebook’s problem with doing that as the number of status updates and shares, combined with the number of friends, has grown exponentially. Really an interesting read.
  • Internet of Things. Do you really need that connected refrigerator? Here are two great articles that make clear the cybersecurity risks of the Internet of Things.

    The first talks about how as the IoT grows, security is being left in the dust. It is like the early days of the Internet. At its fundamental level, the Internet of Things (IoT) are devices that connect to the internet. They can be anything from data-guzzling devices that monitor your physical activity, smart thermostats that monitor the outside air and adjust your home temperature accordingly, or appliances that can think on their own and order groceries while you’re at work. The problem: all too often, device manufacturers have the same problem: they’re thinking too much about the product, and not enough about security. Once an adversary gets a toehold in your network onto an IoT device, it can then exploit its trusted access to do things even more nefarious.

    Like what, you ask. Here’s where the second article comes into play. Consider ransomware in the IoT. Since anything with a computer for a brain and an Internet connection is vulnerable to a virus, hackers with lofty ambitions can go after a wide range of devices. Conjure up that laundry list of “Internet of Things” gadgets: smartphones, fitness bands, smartwatches, fridges and ovens, smart locks, thermostats. Imagine your phone refusing to work when you need it, your refrigerator threatening to defrost your food, your house refusing to heat or cool, your smart locks refusing to let you into your house… or letting someone else in. As opposed to disabling attacks, the ransomware attack threat is only going to continue to grow… especially as it can lie latent until triggered.

 

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A Lounge Is Born

Louis and Keely Live at the Sahara (Geffen Playhouse)userpic=las-vegasThey say that the classic Las Vegas lounge act was created to enter wives and girlfriends while their husbands and boyfriends gambled next to them on the casino floor. This could be true; after all, the Vegas lounge had its heyday in the late 1950s and early 1960s, when there were more distinct boundaries between the sexes. In any case, it is part of classic Vegas that is no more. Gone are the lounges and the dinner shows, the showgirls, the glitz, the Rat Pack (accept no imitations). But that era still lives on in shows like “Louis & Keely ‘Live’ at the Sahara“, which we saw last night at The Geffen Playhouse (FB).

I first learned about this show many years ago when it started out at the Sacred Fools Theatre (FB). I thought about getting tickets then as it was getting rave reviews, but I (a) was unfamiliar with Prima (FB) and Smith (FB); (b) thought it was a jukebox musical; and (c) couldn’t work it into my schedule. I kept hearing good buzz about the show when it moved to the Geffen in 2009, but (a) I couldn’t work it in, and (b) couldn’t find a good discount on the Geffen prices. So I missed it again. It then went off to Chicago in early 2015 (during the opening salvos in the “I Love 99” war) and got strong reviews. It came back to the Geffen for a return engagement as a retooled, strengthened, and lengthened show. When I heard that it was coming back, I set my “star” for the Geffen on Goldstar, and waited. It popped, I bought, and we were back at the Westwood Playhouse (oops) Geffen Playhouse for one of the opening preview performances of this go-around of Louis and Keely.

I’m glad I waited until the show was strengthened even further, and I’m glad I made sure to get tickets for the show. Rarely does a show have me smiling from pure enjoyment and entertainment the entire night through.

Louis and Keely ‘Live’ at the Sahara (FB) essentially tells the story of the formation and rise of Prima and Smith as an act and as a couple, and a taste of the subsequent fall. There is a bit of opening exposition of how Prima got where he was; there is a bit of closing exposition of what happened after the breakup. But the real focus of the show is Prima telling his story: how he found Smith, how he shaped the act, how the act took over Vegas, and how it all fell apart. Given that both Prima and Smith are real people, the story underlying it all is well known and need not be repeated here.

The book, which was written initially by Vanessa Claire Stewart (FB) and Jake Broder (FB), and then reworked for the first Geffen presentation by Taylor Hackford (FB), and then [] and then picked up by Hershey Felder (FB) and reworked for Chicago… you get the idea… uses Prima as the framing device. It starts out with Prima giving a bit of his history in New Orleans, touches on his Big Band era, and rapidly moves to New Jersey where the now out-of-style Prima is reduced to playing Tiki Lounges. There he meets Dorothy Jacqueline Keely who auditions as a singer… and an act is born. The story tells — through Prima’s narration, when necessary — about the start of the lounge act in Vegas, its rise, the entanglement of his personal life with that of Keely and the act, and the involvement with Frank Sinatra. It also shows how the act imploded — and implies or states a number of reasons for that implosion: underlying insecurity from Prima, underlying womanizing tendancies from Prima, interactions with Frank Sinatra, actions and reactions. Ultimately, it showed how Prima and Smith had different goals: for Prima, it was always giving the audience the show, that was his first and always love; for Smith, it was love for Prima that made the act, and when that was gone, so was she.  All of the was punctuated by Prima and Smith (well, the actors portraying them) performing the numbers that made them famous.

In terms of the story, I enjoyed it quite a bit. Perhaps my only quibble was that it left me wanting… more. There is a brief closing scene where we see Prima collapsing. We then see Smith announcing his passing, and seemingly performing with his memory. But there also needs to be more of an epilogue — if not on stage, then certainly in the program. They divorced in 1961, and Smith continued to have influence in the Jazz world after that … including a comback in the 1990s. Prima continued a solo career strongly independent of Smith until his death in 1978. Reviewing the material I could find to write up this, umm, writeup, I come away with the impression that the book of the show muddies the water a bit from the truth — probably for dramatic affect. It certainly plays with the timeline between the discovery of Keely and their popularity in the lounge, the timeline of the relationship with Sinatra (it appears to have been after the divorce), the nature of her solo recordings.

As presented, the story has a very heavy A Star is Born vibe. Star whose career is in decline gets involved with newcomer. Newcomer lifts both of their careers for a while, but soon the newcomer’s star eclipses that of the older star. He can’t handle the role swap, sabotages things, and it all ends badly. That makes for great drama, but isn’t the truth. As the truth is fascinating, and they are still reworking this as time goes on, the authors might explore bringing back some of the accuracy.

Or they might not. After all, this is theatre — and on the stage or the screen, the real story is subservient to the story that works. The story here does work: it catches your attention, entertains you, and leaves you caring about the characters at the end. After all, if I didn’t care about the characters, would I have researched what really happened to them? I think that’s a testament to not only the story, but the director (Taylor Hackford (FB)) working with the leads to bring the characters to life, and the leads believing in these characters and being so comfortable with these characters and their personas that they can inhabit them.

In the lead performance positions were Anthony Crivello (FB) as Louis Prima, and Vanessa Claire Stewart (FB) as Keely Smith. Stewart is a co-author, and has been performing this character since it was created — she has learned how to personify Smith so well that even the real-life Smith was impressed. Crivello came into the production after the rework for Chicago. Given how the story is written, he has loads to do, and does them well. Having not seen the real Prima, I cannot speak to his mannerisms (although I’ve read elsewhere that he does capture them right). He doesn’t duplicate Prima’s voice, but comes off as a convincing Prima. More importantly, there is chemistry between Stewart and Crivello that is transmitted from the stage to the audience. These two are having fun with these roles, and that fun is broadcast. Both sing great, and capture the vibe well. I look forward to the day that there is an available cast album from this show (there evidently was a cast album from the 2009 version of the show)‡.
[‡ Note: DO NOT go to the original “Lewis and Keely” show website — it appears to have been hacked. I have informed the show via their Facebook page, and I’ll update this if I receive confirmation it has been cleared.]

Supporting the leads are Erin Matthews (FB) (as the “Duchess” and all the other female roles) and Paul Perroni (FB) (as Frank Sinatra and all the other male roles).  Matthews is never in a single character for long enough for the characterization to stick with the audience, although I could swear at one point there were two additional actresses on stage with both Stewart and Perroni (I’m recalling the scene where Smith is recording her album at Reprise, and there are two female backup singers), so there must be one additional acress who is not credited — either that, or Matthews is talented enough to be two places at once (a handy skill). Perroni does a good job of capturing Sinatra’s swagger and tone.

Another major group of actors is the on-stage band. As with Pump Boys and Dinettes, I Love My Wife, and a few other shows, the band does more than just play instruments. They inhabit characters to some extent, and certainly sing in addition to playing. Luckily, these are all top notch musicians. They consisted of: Paul Litteral (FB) [Musical Director / Trumpet], Jeremy Kahn (FB) [Performance Conductor / Piano], Nick Klingenberg (FB) [Bass], Colin Kupka (FB) [Tenor Sax / “Sam Butera“], George McMullen (FB) [Trombone / “Jimmy”], Dan Sawyer (FB) [Guitar / Sax / Clarinet / Flute / Piccolo / “Doc”], and Michael Solomon/FB [Drums]. I’ll particularly highlight Kupka’s sax work, which was great, as well as Litteral’s trumpet, Kahn’s bass… oh hell, they were all spectacular and made the show what it is! I’ll note that Kupka, Solomon, and Litteral have been with the show since Sacred Fools days.  Richard Levinson (FB) was the music consultant.

With respect to movement: I cannot speak to whether Crivello accurately captured Prima’s moves, and Stewart captured Smith’s. I do know that choreographer Vernal Bagneris is a legend (I remember him from One Mo’ Time), so I’m sure he captured the moves right. They were certainly entertaining. Erin Matthews (FB) was the dance captain.

Turning to the remaining production and creative credits: The scenic design by Hershey Felder (FB) and Trevor Hay (FB) was simple: the band on stage, and a number of large circles upon which projections by Christopher Ash were used to establish place. Combine that with a few set pieces, and voila. About the only quibble is one scene where Prima received a call on a phone, and the phone was some beige thing that obviously had a DMTF dial (when, given the era, it should have been some form of pulse rotary telephone). The sound design by Erik Carstensen (FB) was clear and crisp, which is amazing given how often the performers were touching mic cables and such. The lighting design by Christopher Ash worked well to establish mood. The costumes (by Melissa Bruning (FB) assisted by Christianna Rogers (FB)) seemed appropriately period, but my wife noted one nit: Keely’s costumes needed to be hemmed such that their hemline was level with the floor — they were obviously hemmed on a hanger, and not the body. My wife noted that, in that era, hemlines were something that people payed close attention to.  Remaining production credits: Meghan Maiya – Production Research; Rebecca Peters/FB – Production Stage Manager.

I Support 99 Seat Theatre in Los AngelesLouis and Keely – ‘Live’ at the Sahara originated at the Sacred Fools Theatre (FB) — one of Los Angeles’ intimate (i.e., 99 seat or under) theatres. It exists because this unique theatrical ecosystem exists in LA. These theatres are typically not commercial — they exists for the artists, by the artists, and generally have the mission to express and exercise the theatrical arts. This ecosystem has been under seige from Actors Equity, who wants to treat it as a commercial ecosystems that needs to provide actors a living in isolation from other venues. This notion — of each “profit center” standing alone — is what killed the Las Vegas of Louis and Keely’s days. Los Angeles is a unique market where actors can make their living in numerous non-theatrical venues — movies, TV, commercials, modeling, voiceovers, etc. — and can used the theatrical stage as a way to hone their craft, to get exposure, to network with other actors, professionals, and creatives. This is the same way the shows and lounges brought people into the casinos and were loss leaders — the money was made elsewhere. I say this as a long-time audience member: Los Angeles treasures this ecosystem. Right now, closed door negotiations are taking place between the sides involved. Let’s hope that the leadership comes up with the answer that Los Angeles’ talent and creatives need and want.

Louis and Keely ‘Live’ at the Sahara (FB) continues at the The Geffen Playhouse (FB) through January 17, 2016. Tickets are available through the Geffen online ticket office. Discount tickets may be available through Goldstar. I smiled all through this show and left the show happy. What more could you want from a show?

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P.S.: Click here to see my summary of the Theatre I attended in 2015.

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Ob. Disclaimer: I am not a trained theatre critic; I am, however, a regular theatre audience member. I’ve been attending live theatre in Los Angeles since 1972; I’ve been writing up my thoughts on theatre (and the shows I see) since 2004. I do not have theatre training (I’m a computer security specialist), but have learned a lot about theatre over my many years of attending theatre and talking to talented professionals. I pay for all my tickets unless otherwise noted. I am not compensated by anyone for doing these writeups in any way, shape, or form. I subscribe at three theatres:  REP East (FB), The Colony Theatre (FB), and Cabrillo Music Theatre (FB). Through my theatre attendance I have made friends with cast, crew, and producers, but I do strive to not let those relationships color my writing (with one exception: when writing up children’s production, I focus on the positive — one gains nothing except bad karma by raking a child over the coals).  I believe in telling you about the shows I see to help you form your opinion; it is up to you to determine the weight you give my writeups.

Upcoming Shows: Theatre continues next week with “Bullets Over Broadway” at the Pantages (FB) on January 9; “That Lovin’ Feelin’” at The Group Rep (FB) on January 16; “Stomp” at the Valley Performing Arts Center (VPAC) (FB)  on January 24; and “A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum” at Cabrillo Music Theatre (FB) on January 30. There is also the open question of whether there will be Repertory East Playhouse (“the REP”) (FB) 2016 season, and when it will start.  However, given there has been no announcement, I feel safe booking all weekends in January  (I’ll note that if there is no REP season, I’ll likely subscribe at Group Rep — call it the Law of Conservation of REP). February starts with a hold date for “An Act of God” at the Ahmanson Theatre (FB). The rest of the February schedule is empty except for February 28, when we are seeing The Band of the Royal Marines and the Pipes, Drums, and Highland Dancers of the Scots Guards at the Valley Performing Arts Center (VPAC) (FB). March brings “Another Roll of the Dice” at The Colony Theatre (FB), and has two potential dates on hold for “A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder” at the Ahmanson Theatre (FB) (pending Hottix). I expect to be filling out February as December goes on.  As always, I’m keeping my eyes open for interesting productions mentioned on sites such as Bitter-Lemons, and Musicals in LA, as well as productions I see on Goldstar, LA Stage Tix, Plays411 or that are sent to me by publicists or the venues themselves.

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A New Years Stew: Buildings, Books, and Booms; Music, Medicine, and Mattel

Observation StewIt’s the first weekend of the new year, and as is traditional, it’s time to clear out the accumulated news chum from the week — the chum that couldn’t be used to create a coherent themed chum post of 3 or more articles. So let’s see what is in this week’s stew:

  • Saved! The first news chum item was to be about where I live now, but that became its own article. So let’s talk about where I used to live: North Hills.  At the corner of Devonshire and Sepulveda is a shopping center we used to frequent (especially when Hughes was still there). Today, the Hughes Ralphs has closed, and so has Mission Hills Bowl, and rumors are circulating about redevelopment of the center. This week, some good news came out of this: the bulk of the center appears to be saved, and the Mission Hills Bowl building will remain.  The Googie designed Bowling Alley by LA architect Martin Stern Jr. will be saved as part of a new commercial development that will include a mix of retail, restaurants, medical office, gym, warehouse, and bank uses spread over one and two story buildings.
  • Booking It. When Borders and Barnes and Noble took off, the prediction was that they would kill the small bookstore. They almost did, but the bookstores hung on. Now Borders is gone, and B&N is on the ropes, being killed by Amazon. What is still surviving? The small independent used bookstore. In fact, used bookstores are making a comeback. The reason isn’t surprising, when you think about it. It costs more to ship used books than to just sell them locally. Here’s the quote that BoingBoing used from the original article: “Used bookstores, with their quintessential quirkiness, eclectic inventory and cheap prices, find themselves in the catbird seat as the pendulum eases back toward print. In many cities, that’s a de facto position: They’re the only book outlets left… And it’s a business with good economics. Used bookstores can beat Amazon and other online booksellers on price, offering shoppers both a browsing experience and a money-saving one. Also, profit margins on used books are better than new ones — so good that many indies are adding used sections.”
  • Travelling? Good News and Bad News. Traveling in the new year? You need to watch out if you live in Alaska, California, Illinois, Missouri, New Jersey, New Mexico, South Carolina, Washington, Puerto Rico, Guam, the US Virgin Islands, Minnesota or American Samoa. Your state is bumping into (or has gone past) the RealID deadline, and your state IDs may not be acceptable to TSA or the DOD. About the only good news here is that California got granted an exemption. I have no idea what this means: in particular, it could mean that everyone in the state needs to be issued a new ID. Ouch!
  • New Album from Paul Stookey. As you have likely figured out, I love folk music… and my first love was Peter, Paul, and Mary. Thank’s to Noel Paul’s Facebook account, I just learned that Noel Paul Stookey issued a new album in September 2015. I’ve already grabbed my copy, it is it like one of his recent concerts (i.e., very good).
  • Going Boom. Here’s a fun article: The history of the Toy Chemistry Set. What started out as a kit for the academic world became something to encourage men to become scientists (why would women care about chemistry), and then got neutered as society became worried about safety and homemade bombs.
  • More Problems from Inflammation. The inflamatory response is turning out to be the culprit is more and more problems. We’ve seen articles in the past linking it to arthritis and migraines. Here’s an article showing the link between depression and inflammation. Quite an interesting read, and it shows why we might not need to monkey with brain chemicals to address depression.
  • Deaths of Note. We’ve had a number of notable deaths at the end of the year, such as Wayne Rodgers and Natalie Cole. Here’s one you may have missed: Ruby Cavanaugh, namesake of Ruby’s Diners.
  • Sign of the Times? Mattel, owners of the American Girl line of dolls, has introduced a diabetic kit for their dolls, allowing girls with diabetes to have a doll that is just like them. While I applaud the production of the kit, what does it say about the prevalence of diabetes in our society that this needs to be a thing?

 

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Did You Smell That?

userpic=san-fernando-valleyI live in Northridge. Some know my community as the home of CSUN, but these days, it is better known as the community just south of Porter Ranch, home of the famous methane link courtesy of SoCalGas. This is being called a global catastrophe — I’m not sure I’d go that far, but it is affecting the lives of a lot of people who are in the direct path of the odor, and it is having ancillary effects on many many more (think of all the business impacts from people moving out of the area, even temporarily, and the impacts on those just out of the area). There are only two sure things in all of this: the lawyers are going to make lots of money, and it will be all SoCalGas ratepayers that will be paying for it.

Most people, when they hear about the leak, think the gas company should fix this immediately. But it really isn’t that easy. I recently found a good summary in the Times that explains why. In short, here’s the problem. The area far underneath Porter Ranch was once a major oil producing field. After the oil was pumped out in the 1960s, the underground area was used to store natural gas that was pumped to California from other areas (which is why it was odorized). The leak is in one of the old oil well casings. After a couple of months of investigation, the Gas Company has identified the specific well and the location of the leak. The broken well site is near the top of Oat Mountain, the highest peak in the Santa Susana Mountains. The storage facility is more than 8,000 feet deep and the gas is stored in the mountain’s sandstone pores. It has a capacity of 86 billion cubic feet. The leak is somewhere in the casing of well SS25, which is 8,700 ft deep, and they believe it is above the 1000′ level. As the leak is below ground, the only way to stop it is to fill up the well casing with concrete. In order to do that, they have to relieve the pressure that is currently going up the well from the storage facility. To do that, they have to drill a relief well that will intercept the broken well near the bottom. This means locating and intercepting a 7″ pipe over a mile below the ground. Now, you should see why this is such a problem to fix.

What is so aggravating in all of this is that this problem could have been prevented.Evidently, SoCalGas knew about the corroding pipes a year before the leak, and did nothing to repair them. The pipes met the state requirements and they were inspected regularly, so they had no legal obligation. An L.A. Weekly report last week said that the 1953 well was designed with a sub-surface safety valve 8,451 feet underground. However, the valve broke and was removed in 1979, and was never replaced.

Remember what I said about the only winners being the lawyers, and the losers being all the SoCalGas ratepayers.

The post below from Erin Brockovich has been going around Facebook, and has a great diagram of the problem:

This is what the well in Porter Ranch looks like… it was completed in 1953 and was equipped with a downhole “safety”…

Posted by Erin Brockovich on Monday, December 28, 2015

Hopefully, now you understand why this is such a, to use an expression, clusterfuck. I know that those of us in the flats of Northridge, below Porter Ranch, do occasionally smell the methyl mercaptan, as it hugs the ground. I certainly smell it when I go up to the YMCA (which is in Porter Ranch) to work out. I know it is impacting our synagogue. I know it is impacting property values. Just a clusterfsck.

P.S.: This started out as the first item of the News Chum stew, but took on a life of its own.

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Don’t Be A Boob

userpic=blushingLet’s start the year right: let’s start with a news chum. Further, not just any news chum, but a subject sure to titillate. A chum that touches upon some of the issues of discrimination, diversity, and boundaries that I opine will be large in 2016.

Before I do, however, a word of introduction: I call these posts “news chum”, because I expect (or hope) for them to be like chum in shark-infested waters. Follow the links. Read the articles. Then comment with your opinion. Let’s get some discussion going. Perhaps these three articles will bloody the water some.

In any case, back to boobs:

  • The Impact of Boobs. LA Magazine is trying to draw attention to itself by rerunning some classic articles.  One of the most interesting is from 2002: an article from an editor who donned fake boobs to see how society treated her differently. A fascinating read (called “California or Bust”), she had some industry people construct a device that took her from an A cup to a D cup… and then watched for the reactions. They were, of course, predictable. To quote the article: “I’ve spent my whole life pretending breasts don’t matter. Part of me still wants to believe it’s true. I can make all the arguments, which basically come down to this: Women should be valued for their selves, not their shelves. Still, I have to admit, at the moment the breasts I’m toting feel like more than mere flesh. They feel like the source of all power.” Interesting read.
  • When is a Boob a Boob? I’ll note up front that the answer is not: “When they are elected to Congress?”. The question is a serious one, raised by a transgender fellow who is in the process of transitioning. He has been taking topless pictures of himself, and asking the question: When is the precise magical moment when the line is crossed and Facebook or Instagram considers the photo obscene? It really is a hard question. I’ve seen some theatre shows of late where men have been on stage topless, but they have had such sufficient quantity of man boob, you weren’t sure what you were seeing (or whether you wanted to see it). But that is publicly acceptable? Yet there will be some point in this fellow’s transition where what was previously acceptable no longer is. To me, it highlights this artificial distinction and prudery (that you, Mr. and Ms. Puritan) that exists in America. Truthfully, there should be no distinction.
  • Boobs and Bathrooms. The prudery in society is hitting the equality discussion large. And it is hitting us in the bathroom. Specifically, the bathroom is being used as the argument to shoot down equal rights in various areas. We’ve all seen this in action: We can’t legislate equality for transgenders: we’ll have men putting on dresses to go into the woman’s bathrooms. Yeah, right. As if people wander around the bathrooms naked (dressing rooms are potentially different matters). They forget the answer is simple: single user stalls, and single user dressing spaces.

All of these boil down to the same issue: an unspoken belief that men cannot control themselves. Large breasts serve as a benefit in plastic Hollywood because of the sexism of the male patriarchy in charge. Breasts cannot be visible on Facebook or Instagram because men will find them obscene or they will incite men into sexual acts (I don’t think I’ve women making the argument that seeing the breast of another women will incite sexual desire). We can’t have equality because that will imply mixed sex in bathrooms, and men will use it to spy on nekked women (hmmm, has that happened in the co-ed bathrooms in colleges?).

So, yes, this first news chum post of the year does boil down to its title: Don’t be a boob. Control yourself.

P.S.: Related to this, we have the whole question of Bill Cosby. My opinion on the subject is summarized by an image I saw on Facebook:  “He said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, she said, …” But I’m still conflicted. On the one hand, we have Cosby as a womanizer (that is clear). On the other hand, we have the legacy of humor he provided: from wonderful non-sexist albums such as Wonderfulness to 200 MPH to the messages that came across on the Cosby show. How can we balance the disgust from one against the good of the other? In other areas, we’ve been able to separate the artistic legacy from the sexual misdeeds of the creator (Woody Allen, Michael Jackson) and in others we haven’t (Roscoe “Fatty” Arbuckle). Will we be able to separate here?

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