Bello is about accepting outsiders: a new Vern Thiessen for kids

Onika Henry, Zak Tardif, Julia Seymour in Vern Thiessen's Bello. Photo by: Kim Clegg

Onika Henry, Zak Tardif, Julia Seymour in Vern Thiessen’s Bello. Photo by: Kim Clegg

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

For 16 of its 27 years Concrete Theatre has been inviting people of every ethnic and cultural stripe, every calling, career or colour, to plant a Sprout.

All they need, these playwrights or poets or painters, musicians or  novelists, singers or seamsters or stage managers, is a story to tell. One that could start small and sprout from 15-minutes into a full-length play for kids.

That’s how Bello started in 2011, at Concrete’s annual Sprouts Festival, launched to enhance diversity in a kids’ theatre repertoire that pretty much defined white bread. As Concrete’s Mieko Ouchi puts it, our community is diverse; “we want to reflect that diversity back, in writing, in casting, in stories!”

And now, Bello, a first kids’ play by Vern Thiessen, the accomplished, much-awarded playwright who runs Workshop West Playwrights Theatre, is touring to young audiences everywhere. And it’s playing schools far and wide in both our official languages — thanks to a debut collaboration between Concrete and L’UniThéâtre, Edmonton’s francophone theatre. Ouch’s production arrives at La Citè francophone this weekend. 

When the Concrete invitation to tap his cultural roots came, as Ouchi reports, Thiessen went back to his home town of Winnipeg to consult his Mennonite immigrant parents — and hit them up for a story .

“They each told a story,” says Ouchi. “One was about an old woman everyone thought was a witch. The other was about a little orphan boy who got lost in a snowstorm and was never found.” Which seems very dark but then, hey, consider the grimness of Grimm.

“And kids love it! Some of our favourite characters are orphans,” Ouchi muses. “They have to rely on their own fortitude and self-reliance.”

Originally called Little Bern and Old Nettie, Bello sets forth the former’s situation. “His aunt and uncle, who have 10 children, take him in, and he feels a bit lost in the crowd and misses his parents.” Every day Bern and a cousin walk to school, past a burned-out old barn, and tell scary stories about the outcast who lives there, widely assumed to be a witch.

Zak Tardif, Onika Henry in Bello. Photo by Kim Clegg

Zak Tardif, Onika Henry in Bello. Photo by Kim Clegg

In a huge snowstorm one day, they get separated as they walk home. Little Bern is saved by the old woman. Discoveries ensue, led by the realization that she isn’t a witch, but a parent haunted by bereavement.

“Little Bern brings her back to the community,” Ouchi smiles. “A boy without parents and a woman without her child who find each other. And the kid is the moral hero.”

“It’s a really rhythmic, very physical kind of storytelling,” says Ouchi. “And the kids are loving it.” Not least because Patrick Beagan’s set, “which looks and feels homemade,” is an invitation to imagine. The canvas backdrop, for example, “is a cross-stitched tapestry of a town and surrounding fields.”

And the hut, which turns, and the burlap trees, have an old-fashioned homespun storybook flavour. Similarly, with the sound effect, “we see the actors building the sound, with xylophone, orchestral chimes, a ‘thunder cannon’ (a cylinder with a drum bottom and a coil that vibrates),” says Ouchi.

They crinkle water bottles; they create the storm with silk and a turn-of-the-century wind machine. The stage accoutrements? three wooden boxes and three galvanized tin buckets.

“Hey, we’re re-discovering those old-style radio plays onstage,” Ouchi laughs. “We’re pushing the idea of imagination , of hand-made effects that are within reach. We’re telling kids ‘you could do this!’”

Working in French, with three bilingual actors, has let Ouchi return to her now-rusty French immersion student days in the ′80s.  L’UniThéâtre artistic director Brian Dooley has done the translation. “Vern thinks the French version is funnier,” grins Ouchi. “Maybe it’s the animal sounds in French.”

PREVIEW
Bello

Theatre: Concrete and L’UniThéâtre

Written by: Vern Thiessen

Directed by: Mieko Ouchi

Starring: Onika Henry, Julia Seymour, Zak Tardif

Where: La Cité francophone, 8627 91 St.

Running: Friday 7 p.m. (English), Saturday 11 a.m. (English) and 2 p.m. (French).

Tickets: at the door   

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Kinky Boots the musical on tour: the blue collar gets sequins. A review

Kinky Boots, the touring Broadway Across Canada production. Photo by Matthew Murphy.

Kinky Boots, the touring Broadway Across Canada production. Photo by Matthew Murphy.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Touring in high heels: who does that?

There’s a highlight moment in Kinky Boots, the feel-good Broadway touring hit currently drilling its stilettos into the Jube stage, when everything about the 2013 Cyndi Lauper/ Harvey Fierstein musical seems to land lightly, with ingenious originality.   

It has the fizziest, catchiest number in pop queen Lauper’s score, for one thing. Lola, the drag queen who’s become the unlikeliest of business angels for a failing family-owned shoe factory in a blue-colour northern English town, is giving a niche-market footwear tutorial, in song. Forget sensible footwear, she tells us; Sex Is In The Heel (“seduction at the thigh/ the heel is the transmission”).

And then, as the glam new boots come off the assembly line conveyor belt, so, in a variety of configurations, do drag queens and factory workers, tumbling and somersaulting. Jerry Mitchell’s choreography never stops being fun.  

J. Harrison Ghee’s husky-voiced larger-than-life Lola, whose supply of stage presence cries out for the special-occasion term ‘fabulosity’, presides with gusto over the scene. And even her blandly conservative counterpart Charlie (Curt Hansen) seems captivated by possibility. 

Anyhow, to return to the story, borrowed from real life and a 2005 Brit film seen by a select few…. Charlie Price, who’s resisted his father’s wishes in the matter, has inherited the ailing family factory, to his own dismay and that of his upwardly-mobile fiancée. A chance meeting with Lola, and voilà, a business plan to turn make thigh-high boots — “two-and-a-half feet of irresistible tubular sex!” as Lola puts it in her understated way — for an untapped niche market of cross-dressers.

As per the blue-collar into no-collar empowerment of The Full Monty or the gender stereotypes plié-ed off the stage in Billy Elliott, this involves the arrival of new ideas, the overcoming of prejudice, the validation of individuality and tolerance. In the course of it, two men of wildly different sensibilities will find that they’re not so different after all; they find common cause in relationships with disapproving fathers, as we learn in the touching shared song Not My Father’s Son.

It’s a funny old world. What felt just a wee bit dated in 2013 when Kinky Boots first high-kicked its feel-good manifesto of individuality, self-acceptance, and tolerance, feels fresher and livelier, and needed!, again. Times being what they are, as the world spins backwards.

Ghee, as I’ve said, turns in a captivating, funny, dimensional performance as Lola. When Charlie says, in an apologetic phone message to her later in the show, that “whenever you leave a room there’s always a great big gaping hole,” he isn’t kidding.

A rather lacklustre performance from Hansen reveals the intensity and musical chops for quivering rock numbers, like Soul of a Man, it’s much less convincing when the character is speaking. When Charlie isn’t singing, he doesn’t quite exist. And a wandering accent doesn’t assist with this. 

As the quirky factory assistant with a crush on Charlie, Rose Hemingway is droll and touching. Actually, it’s a performance as the reluctantly lovestruck Lauren that gives very funny tangible physical form to the phrase “despite one’s better judgment.” And her number The History of Wrong Guys, vintage Lauperis a highlight.

Among performances from a cast of appealingly diverse size and shape, Aaron Walpole as the swaggering brute Don and Jim J. Bullock’s George stand out. The rest aren’t terribly well differentiated, in truth, which squanders one of Kinky Boots’ strengths.

This handsomely appointed touring version happens on much the same set as the original Broadway production, a gloomy Victorian-age brick factory (designer: David Rockwell) that becomes dive clubs or down-market bars as required. It’s lit with smoking shafts of factory light, and continuing inventiveness thereafter, by Kenneth Posner. And the show is trucking around Gregg Barnes’ splendidly flamboyant costumes and a supply of boots that never ceases to impress. Even the sound, so often anonymously tinny at the outset in touring shows at the Jube, seems better than usual.

Defaults in the accent department notwithstanding, more noticeable in Act II since there’s more talking, Kinky Boots propels you along to a heart-hugging ending, and a rousingly contagious finale about elevation, both of heel and of mood. “We’ll light you up like a live wire,” goes the song. The opening night audience couldn’t have agreed more.

REVIEW

Kinky Boots

Broadway Across Canada

Directed and choreographed by: Jerry Mitchell

Starring: J. Harrison Ghee, Curt Hansen, Rose Hemingway, Jim J. Bullock, Aaron Walpole

Where: Jubilee Auditorium

Running: through Sunday

Tickets: ticketmaster.ca

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The Plain Janes are falling in love with love: Ah! Romance!

Ah! Romance! a new review from Plain Jane Theatre. Photo by Ryan Parker.

Ah! Romance! a new review from Plain Jane Theatre. Photo by Ryan Parker.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca 

“All these lovers want is one shining hour/ is that such a terrible lot to ask?/ Look around you, see for yourself! The romantic atmosphere.”

from She Loves Me

Happy Valentine’s Day from Plain Jane Theatre!

In their new musical revue opening in this week devoted to matters of the heart, you’ll hear a bustling A-type head waiter explain, in song, the raison d’être of the plush cafe in his charge: “romantic atmosphere.” .     

“Romantic atmosphere”: it’s the also raison d’être (and opening number) of Ah! Romance!. It mines the musical theatre repertoire — the classics, the contemporary hits, the neglected gems in which the Janes specialize — for peak romantic moments.

The supply isn’t meagre. How on earth to choose? The Janes’ artistic director Kate Ryan started, she says, “by asking the cast what they thought were some of the most romantic moments in musical theatre. You know, the ones that make you squirm with gleeful embarrassment as two passionate singers manage to embrace and sing those crazy high notes at the same time.”

You’ll hear numbers from musicals as divergent as Hello Dolly! and The King And I to Company and On The Town. You’ll hear He Plays The Violin, sung by Thomas Jefferson’s wife in the little-known Sherman Edwards musical 1776; you’ll hear Follow Your Heart from Urinetown. And the loose thread that joins them all is the starlet/director dynamic of the Cy Coleman musical On The Twentieth Century, in which Janes fave Jocelyn Ahlf partners with fellow Teatro La Quindicina star Ron Pederson in his Jane debut.

“I’m not limited to a decade or a writer…. Oooo, which child is my favourite child?” Ryan says of this crisis of amplitude in her chosen field. “The voices of the songs are so different!”

“I love jumping from one world to the next,” says Ryan. “Opening a door and finding, say, a woman who thinks she knows what she wants — and by the end of the song she’s not so sure. There’s a story there….”

That would be My White Knight from Meredith Willson’s The Music Man, one of two dozen-plus numbers in the show, culled from musicals of wildly different musical and dramatic styles, not to mention perspectives on love, eye-watering heartbreak to hilarity.

There was no shortage of ideas from the musicals-besotted Janes, joined for the first time by Pederson and newcomer Gianna Read. Jason Hardwick, for example, suggested I Am What I Am, the self-empowering declaration from La Cage Aux Folles. Madeleine Knight loved Changing My Major, a witty song of free-associative, spiralling discovery and elation from Fun Home. That beautiful, moving Jeannine Tesori musical is a memoir in which a little girl grows up, goes to college, discovers and discovers her own sexuality when she falls madly in love, and learns too late that her father was gay too.

Ryan, who teaches the fine musical theatre art of delivering dramatic moments in song at MacEwan University when she’s not directing and acting herself, puts the 1963 Jerry Bock/ Sheldon Harnick charmer She Loves Me in her “top five of romantic musicals.” She finds Rodgers and Hammerstein “incredibly romantic.” Ditto Cole Porter. “Romance is so rich, so messy: the chemistry between two people trying to figure each other out!”

In fashioning a romance revue, Ryan says she “I looked at what makes a great musical” and its arc of song placement. She describes the sequence she built into the architecture of Ah! Romance!: “the ‘who am I? I’m gonna tackle the world’ song, the ‘roadblock’ song, the ‘testing with your partner’ song, the ‘call to adventure’, the ‘meeting the mentor, the one who knows all’, the ‘crossing the theshhold, c’mon take a chance’ song, the ‘supreme ordeal, confronting the monster of commitment’ song. Ah yes, and there’s “the lessons learned”song.

“Like a box of rich chocolates each song is about a million calories. But so worth it!” Ryan laughs. “Hilarious! I just now thought of that-probably because there is a box of chocolates right beside me that I’ve been trying to avoid all night!”

 We caught up with the Ah! Romance! cast to discover their thoughts on romance.

Ron Pederson: “The world must be romanticized! I can’t think of something I’ve romanced more over the years than musicals, maybe vodka, but I’ve given that up!  Nothing transcends like music and cuts to the quick more than music and poetry combined, like the songs in our show. 

The titular song from the show from A Light in Piazza, always gets me, the whole score really. I was at the opening night on Broadway, and it was hard to pull myself together emotionally in time for the party.

I love that I get to sing the utterly, rhapsodic and romantic Our Private World from On the Twentieth Century. It’s usually sung by a sonorous baritone, but we’ve raised the key to accommodate a tenor. I’m also thrilled to be singing it with Jocelyn Ahlf. I’ve had the pleasure of being her leading man quite a few times over the years and I’m such a fan of her laser beam voice. Especially at close range, when she’s singing right in my face!

Jocelyn Ahlf:  “I love the romantic songs of Rogers and Hammerstein. The melodies are simple and beautiful and talk about larks and mist and moonlight, something I long for living in the city.  

Madelaine Knight: (in reference to Changing My Major from Fun Home) It’s wonderful to see contemporary writers honouring all expressions and forms of love and romance! Regardless of sexual orientation, love is intersectional and deserves celebration in song.”

Jason Hardwick– Romance and I have not always been on the best of terms in real life, but getting lost in the glory of these songs makes my heart burst.  Listening to all the songs reminds me just how vast the idea of romance can be. There is a song that sits very close to home for me: “I Am What I Am” by Jerry Herman. A song about loving yourself and celebrating who you are in the world regardless of what other people are going to think. Especially in a time where love is so very needed in this world. You’re with yourself until the very end so why not love yourself? Life will mean just that much more…. Besides, you can justify buying yourself chocolate and wine WAY easier this way.

Gianna Read-I love the excitement romance can bring. The anticipation of what’s to come, the mystery of what may happen, and the joy that you feel when you find that person who gives you butterflies. Everyone feels romance so differently, it’s amazing to get to explore it with so many beautiful songs from across the decades!

PREVIEW
Ah! Romance: A Revue of Song, Dance, And Other Passionate Musings

Theatre: Plain Jane

Directed by: Kate Ryan

Starring: Jocelyn Ahlf, Jason Hardwick, Madelaine Knight, Ron Pederson, Gianna Read

Where: Varscona Theatre, 10329 83 Ave.

Running: Thursday through Feb. 25

Tickets: TIX on the Square (780-420-1757, tixonthesquare.ca)

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Saluting Edmonton talent: Edmonton Arts Council award winners

multi-disciplinary artist/activist Nasra Adem

multi-disciplinary artist/activist Nasra Adem

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Tonight, 23 of the city’s outstanding artists, both up-and-coming and established, of every discipline and original fusion, will receive awards from the Edmonton Arts Council.

Nasra Adem, the multi-displinary artist/ slam poet/ whose work is devoted to enhancing accessibility, opportunity and profile for women of colour, is among the recipients of the 2016 Cultural Diversity in the Arts awards. Her latest initiative Black Arts Matter (BAM!) is running till Sunday in the Chinook Series at the ATB Financial Arts Barns. Edmonton theatre audiences know the highly original work of composer/musician Dean Musani, from his hauntingly unusual score, sampling natural and industrial sounds, for Matthew MacKenzie’s Bears.

Other diversity award winners are: multi-disciplinary artist Jacob Amon; filmmaker Adam Bentley, visual artist Justin (Justice) Berger, the Vaughn String Quartet led by Silvia Buttiglione, musician/composer Farhad Khosravi, hip-hop artist William LeBlanc (aka Rellik), poet Iman Mersal, visual artist Oksana Movchan, multilingual poet/visual artist/educator Adriana Onita, vocalist/educator Garth Prinsonsky (aka Garth Prince), poet/spoken word artist Brandon Wint, and Heart of the City Festival’s Mike Siek. 

Chris Dodd, whose debut deaf theatre festival Sound Off, the first of its kind in the country, continues as part of the ongoing Chinook Series this week, will recognized with a 2016 Edmonton Artists’ Trust Fund award tonight. Veteran playwrights Conni Massing and Jason Chinn will receive awards, too, along with Gerry Potter. The founding father of Workshop West Theatre, Potter has more recently launched Rising Sun Theatre, which brings together the pros and adults with developmental disabilities.

The list includes actor/playwright Jessy Ardern, musician Lauren Gillis, visual artist Taryn Kneteman, musician/photographer/visual artist Dwayne Martineau, dance educator/visual artist Tony Olivares.

Edmonton Arts Council 2016 Awards

Where: The Needle Vinyl Tavern, 10524 Jasper Ave.

When: tonight, 6:30 to 9 p.m.

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Not so elementary my dear Watson: Baskerville the Sherlockian spoof at the Mayfield

Baskerville: A Sherlock Holmes Mystery, at the Mayfield.

Baskerville: A Sherlock Holmes Mystery, at the Mayfield.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“Simplicity itself!” declares Mr. Sherlock Holmes, that arrogant master of keen observation and logical deduction, totting up the clues on a stray walking stick at the outset of Baskerville.

Well, yes and no. As the detective’s stalwart assistant Dr. Watson knows full well, simplicity is rarely simple — either in the detection biz or theatre.

The giddy entertainment that follows, by notable farceur Ken Ludwig (Lend Me A Tenor, Moon Over Buffalo), lets a cast of five favourite Edmonton actors and a crack team of sound, costume, set and lighting pros loose on a classic genre. And lets us watch as they dismantle its manifold complications into every mouldy cliché, on a virtually bare stage — and then assemble them into a spoof of high-speed multi-character theatrical ingenuity. Witness John Kirkpatrick’s production, currently running in circles and other configurations at the Mayfield.

The story at their mercy is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s moody Victorian mystery The Hound of the Baskervilles, set on the Devonshire moors, and assorted locales between there and 221B Baker Street. The great deductionist and the good doctor, as you may recall, are called upon to solve the baffling case of the legendary hell-hound with the appetite for Baskerville flesh. 

As Dr. Watson (Ashley Wright), stolid but star-struck, assures us, it is “the greatest and most dangerous case” of Holmes’s career. The man himself (George Szilagyi) takes a loftier tone vis-à-vis the prospective client lurking outside his Baker St. address: “can he relieve the tedium of our existence?” This is, of course, a question that you might well ask yourself before an evening out at the theatre. 

And although this isn’t a sterling script by any means — its targets are as well-handled as the door to the Women’s at intermission — the answer is yes.

Baskerville isn’t so much a multi-doored farce — since the requisite doors are wheeled on and off in full view — as it is the work of a farceur fooling around with the idea of farce. The real fun isn’t figuring out who-dunnit or what-, it’s seeing Kirkpatrick’s playful stagecraft, and the jokey inspirations of a bunch of real pros unleashed on very well-trampled material.

The style will remind you of The 39 Steps, staged by Kirkpatrick with hilariously scrambling minimalism at the Mayfield six seasons ago. That production was more impressive, as it catapulted on a shoestring off the Hitchcock spy thriller and the John Buchan novel. The theatrical tread on the Sherlockian murder-mystery genre has been worn a lot thinner by constant usage, for one thing.

Daniela Masellis’s design is an amusing kind of frantic storybook, double-framed and crammed with cut-out props. Doors and lamp posts are dragged on and offstage in full view, ditto street and town signs, railway stations, lighted windows, boxes at the opera, front desks of provincial hotels that get turned around to be interiors. Hansom cabs run by, propelled by visible legs and invisible sounds of hoofs. Fog appears, with astute commentary (“Damn this fog!”) and Masellis’s atmospheric lighting to match.   

Dave Clarke’s excellent sound design revels in the musical accoutrements of period melodrama, from the Wagnerian to the Hollywoodian, plus classic creaking of doors, mysterious howls of canine and human provenance, etc. 

And this aural jokiness is reflected in the acting style. In the lanky, elegant figure of George Szilagyi, born to wear a deerstalker, the production has found an excellent Sherlock Holmes. He veers abruptly between the signature languid ennui, and hand-flapping bustles of cogitation. He’s says intensely inane things about “a foe worthy of our steel,” and then sulks about missing obvious vital clues.

Ashley Wright is a droll and convincing Watson, leading forward to catch the drift, earnest and a half-step behind as he delivers poetic annotations.  Ah, the moors, “a landscape that will seduce you with its morbid beauty,” he says savouring his moment of narration.

Three very busy actors, Amber Lewis, Kevin Corey and Chris Bullough play everybody else in this preposterously complicated enterprise. Quick-changes of Leona Brausen’s fanciful costumes, absurd wigs, hats, and facial hair fly by in the character parade, along with outrageous accents, silly walks, postures, genders.

Nothing is too cheesy to be included in this pageant of the shameless. There’s a walking-this-way joke; there’s a German joke (“Bitte.” “More than bitte, it’s downright freezing….”). The custodians of Baskerville Hall, a sinister one-armed butler (Corey) and his wife (Lewis) with a Scandinavian accent you could cut a herring on, are lifted right out of Young Frankenstein. There’s a ridiculous Spanish innkeeper (Corey), an obsessive naturalist (Corey), a breathless fair maiden (Lewis).

And, as both Lestrade and the heir to the Baskerville fortune who, for some reason, is a Texan — “Y’all got anyone out here I can shoot?” — Bullough is highly amusing. The moment when he plays both, running back and forth between hats held aloft, is a highlight.

Quantity and speed of transformations, not verbal wit or suspense (both in skimpy supply), is the thing here. The point of Baskerville is that the cast is too small for the plot. The scenes that linger are by definition too long. Baskerville has attention deficit; it feels a bit like skit night at a theatre party. 

In the execution nothing about this is elementary my dear Watcher. You’re seeing theatre pros at play. All good unsustainable fun. 

REVIEW

Baskerville: A Sherlock Holmes Mystery

Theatre: Mayfield Dinner Theatre

Written by: Ken Ludwig

Directed by: John Kirkpatrick

Starring: George Szilagyi, Ashley Wright, Amber Lewis, Kevin Corey, Chris Bullough

Running: through April 2

Tickets: 780-483-4051, mayfieldtheatre.ca

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Putting the (Kinky) boot in: the musical arrives with a message

Kinky Boots, the touring Broadway Across Canada musical. Photo by Matthew Murphy.

Kinky Boots, the touring Broadway Across Canada musical. Photo by Matthew Murphy.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“You can change the world when you change your mind.”

                                                          — Kinky Boots

“You put a face and a heart on them, and over-riding ideas can change,” says Ciarán McCarthy. The amiable Canadian actor is in the touring cast of Kinky Boots, the warm-hearted Broadway hit musical that high-kicks its way onto the Jube stage Tuesday in vertiginous 8-inch heels.

The 2013 multiple Tony and Olivier Award winner, from the team of pop queen Cyndi Lauper and Broadway stalwart Harvey (Hairspray) Fierstein, tells a sole-ful tale, based on a little-seen 2005 movie and inspired by real life. Charlie Price reluctantly inherits a failing family-run shoe factory in a hard-scrabble northern English town. The business is saved when Charlie finds the unlikeliest of business partners, a flamboyant drag queen, and a niche market in glam high-heeled red boots for the cross-dressing crowd.

Their hard-won rapport, forged over the paternal expectations that have oppressed them, is the heart of it: a message about tolerance, acceptance, overcoming prejudice. And, as McCarthy says, on the phone from Vancouver where Kinky Boots plays till Sunday, that makes it “an interesting show to be touring right now.” 

Dublin-born McCarthy grew up in London, Ont.; his family emigrated when he was eight. And the star soccer player was almost certainly the only member of his acting class at New York’s AMDA (American Musical Dramatic Academy) to arrive with a history degree from a Canadian university (Western).

His “first big gig” was the national tour of The Wedding Singer. And then he got … the boot, so to speak. His first night of Kinky Boots was in Cleveland six months ago. And it didn’t take his history degree for him to appreciate the dramatic significance of the show’s arrival after that in North Carolina, home of repressive legislation about transgender use of bathrooms. “There was an audible gasp from the audience,” says McCarthy of the finale number Just Be, rewritten by Lauper and Fierstein as Just Pee. “Just be who you wanna be” became “just pee where you wanna pee.”

“The liberal-minded went YES; the conservatives (might have) recognized how ridiculous the law is…” says McCarthy hopefully.

An ensemble member who also plays the suave boss of Charlie’s status-conscious fiancée (“in a dashing navy blue suit”), McCarthy has been warmed by reactions from diverse audiences everywhere on tour. “Acceptance, love, tolerance is the message,” he says. “In Arkansas, for example, a place where you might think ….” he trails off tactfully, “the response was overwhelmingly positive”

“I think it’s about exposure,” he says. Prejudice devolves from “what you’ve been told all your life and never known anything else … a habit, bred into you.”

“There’s something safe about having (a challenge) onstage,” McCarthy muses. “True, it’s live, always less comfortable than TV. But these people (onstage) are real; they’re just trying to exist…. No matter who you are, you can see yourself in the characters onstage.”

After all, as he points out, that is the narrative thrust of Kinky Boots: “a group of blue-collar people who aren’t used to seeing glamor drag queens, have them roll into their lives.”

Kinky Boots, the touring Broadway Across Canada production. Photo by Matthew Murphy.

Kinky Boots, the touring Broadway Across Canada production. Photo by Matthew Murphy.

In the fall, the tour went to Japan for five weeks. And McCarthy, calls that “a life-changing experience.”

“Everything was close-captioned in English…. When the songs started, everyone clapped along.” He went on for Charlie twice during that time. And in the middle of Step One, Charlie’s complicated number about reinventing the ailing shoe factory and himself, “the sound went out…. I kept singing a capella, and they kept clapping, till it came back on. It was a pretty stellar moment. And at the end the audience went nuts!”

After seven months on the road, most recently in California then Vancouver — where he hadn’t been in the 15 years since his university soccer team was in the national championship — McCarthy still finds Lauper’s music irresistible.

“I’m still humming it every night when I walk away from the theatre… “Great score! Beautiful arrangements!” It’s taxing to the voice, he says. “This show is written for Olympic athletes, for aliens,” he laughs.

As for the choreography, McCarthy the former athlete doesn’t consider himself a dancer per se. “I move well, and I have musicality. But technique, tensions, flexibility? That has to be groomed…. I took my first ballet lesson at 24.”

Ballet slippers are not the footwear of choice for Kinky Boots anyhow. McCarthy dances in gorgeous size-10 thigh-highs, “custom-made by a little Italian guy in midtown Manhattan for my feet and my feet only: a beautiful luxury. What’s not to love?”

For the purposes of real life offstage, McCarthy does have a couple of pairs of off-the-rack boots, including a “black combat pair from L.A. that make me feel like a rock star.” And he bought high-top sneakers in Japan to which he’s very attached.

He’s looking forward to Edmonton. This is a Canuck who spent a summer working at Tekarra Lodge in Jasper during his university years. “I served breakfast in the morning and cleaned rooms in the afternoon.”

Bonus: “I’m a huge Oilers fans, from the early Messier-Kurri days…. I have to start educating the cast!”

“This isn’t a hard job,” says McCarthy, who loves “the living minimally” that touring demands. And then there’s the show itself. “People jumping and screaming? It’s quite moving. Not only do we get to do what we love, we get to truly affect people!”

Kinky Boots comes wearing “a beautiful message that anyone can understand!”

PREVIEW

Kinky Boots

Broadway Across Canada

Where: Jubilee Auditorium

Running: Tuesday through Feb. 19

Tickets: 1-855-985-5000 or ticketmaster.ca

   

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Boom goes bust and Bust goes boom: a review of the strange new Matthew MacKenzie comedy at Network

Brandon Coffey in Bust, by Matthew MacKenzie, premiering at Theatre Network. Photo by Ian Jackson, Epic Photography. 2016

Brandon Coffey in Bust, by Matthew MacKenzie, premiering at Theatre Network. Photo by Ian Jackson, Epic Photography.
2016

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“You wake up one morning and you have nothing….”

Moonlight over an eerie forest of skeleton trees, a geometry of charred trunks…. Bust, the moving and funny, audaciously strange new Matthew MacKenzie play premiering at Theatre Network, plunges us into a blasted post-apocalyptic landscape. Its four characters have, quite literally, come through “a wall of flame.”

These refugees from their former lives are in the wilderness waiting for Godot — if Godot is a way of saying insurance, re-assurance, reconnection, some sort of map into the future. We’re just outside Fort McMurray post-fire, a scant three months after that disaster and its huge losses.

And since it hasn’t been even a year since a nearby city burned, Bust comes at us from the virtually empty theatrical subset where Canadian plays actually explore the here and the now. Which is not without its risks — playing with fire, you might say — when the ground is still hot to the touch. Kudos to Theatre Network’s Bradley Moss. 

I say “strange” at the outset not because the Bust characters themselves are aliens. Au contraire. These are people you recognize, aliens only to themselves. And their dialogue, liberally peppered with F-words, happens in natural, banal fragments, outbursts and asides, of varying sizes, pauses, and ellipses. 

It’s the original, deadpan sense of humour at work cumulatively, skimming over a world of fear and desperation, that gives Bust its oddball comic texture, and its feel for the evasions of real life. In that, it’ll remind you a bit of American playwright Will Eno; The Realistic Joneses might be its closest theatrical sibling.

The new planet is eloquently designed and lighted by Cory Sincennes and Scott Peters respectively, to capture a haunting sense of beauty destroyed. On one side of the stage two sisters, Carmell (Louise Lambert) and Laura (Lora Brovold), clutching their Timmy Ho’s, scramble after each other through the bush on a mysterious mission, stopping to exchange barbs from time to time. 

On the other side of the stage, equally mysteriously, Laura’s taciturn husband Barry (Christopher Schulz) and Carmell’s far-from taciturn ex Ty (Brandon Coffey) —  are in the woods, digging a grave-sized hole as they argue about everything in their old and new lives. Everything except the grave-sized hole, that is.

What emerges from the fractious banter on both sides are the secrets, mundane and worse, of lives lived day to day, shocked into new configurations. Barry and Laura, whose house has burned down, have moved in with Carmell, who’s kicked Ty out, for reasons we later discover. These are characters who have surprised themselves in the ways they accommodate to duress, or don’t.   

The sibling relationship is set forth vividly by the convincing performances from Bradley Moss’s excellent quartet of actors. Brovold’s Laura, who volunteers in an animal shelter and is, by her own declaration, “not a psychopath,” is unravelling in panic that exposes her faux chin-up positivity for what it is. What’s been going on? Bust invites you to wonder. 

Louise Lambert and Lora Brovold in Bust by Matthew MacKenzie. Photo by: Ian Jackson, Epic Photography.

Louise Lambert and Lora Brovold in Bust by Matthew MacKenzie. Photo by: Ian Jackson, Epic Photography.

Lambert’s mordant, matter-of-fact Carmell, the funniest of the characters, has perfected the art of the skeptical eye-roll. Her new and absent boyfriend, dubbed Greenpeace by everyone else, “just goes around raising awareness about the effects of climate change and hoping that nobody torches his hybrid again,” she says. Lambert lands these MacKenzie lines with expert comic timing.  

Barry, an unemployed mine worker played with tense gravity by Schulz, has startled himself by becoming a sort of philosopher of the woods. Much to the mystification of his ex-brother-in-law, Barry carries a stuffed two-headed chickadee around in his pocket. “I’ve become obsessed with the flora and fauna of this place.”

Christopher Schulz and Brandon Coffey in Bust, at Theatre Network. Photo by Ian Jackson, Epic Photography.

Christopher Schulz and Brandon Coffey in Bust. Photo by Ian Jackson, Epic Photography.

It’s the under-employed Ty who on the surface most approaches the good ol’ boy stereotypes, and discovers depths beneath. Coffey’s performance is pretty much definitive as the aggrieved Albertan — “I am Alberta!”  — who demands to know “when did truck nuts become a bad thing?”

There’s a kind of profane poetry about this poster boy for conspicuous consumption, ever-hopeful the barrel price of oil will go up. But then there’s this: “I’m just the tip of the loser iceberg,” says Barry in a surprising burst of self-loathing and guilt that is the obverse side of heartbreak and a burning sense of grievance. “I’m just a loser, a huge fuckin’ loser,” he says. There are fuckin’ legions of us out here….”

MacKenzie’s characters live in a boom/bust town that’s been flattened by tragedy, and further scorched by the reaction of the outside world: the fire as moral payback. MacKenzie’s play isn’t about assessing that, except to note it as an additional stress fracture in the lives of the characters. 

What’s really weird about Bust is that its movement toward a kind of resolution among newly reconnected families, the rediscovery of marital empathy and all that, happens in a criminally macabre situation in the blackened woods.

It’s best if I don’t tell you more about way MacKenzie’s “plot” wilfully digs itself a hole for the ending to hide in. Suffice it to say that it’s as if Martin McDonagh took up writing the kind of Canadian family plays where revealing dark secrets of the past usually tends to be the way forward. Basically, Bust blows that Canuck m.o. into smithereens, while slyly seducing us into feeling its embrace.  

It gives a sentimentally harmonious ending a peculiar kind of withering and morbid irony that undercuts every sociological declaration, confession, and relationship adjustment that’s happened in the course of the play. Just when you work up a decent case of warm heart, a black comedy gets blacker, funnier, and more open-ended.

Moss’s production lets this happen, in all its strange contradictions. A strange, brave play, and a brave production that lets the bleak flag fly. 

REVIEW

Bust

Theatre: Theatre Network

Written by: Matthew MacKenzie

Directed by: Bradley Moss

Starring: Lora Brovold, Brandon Coffey, Louise Lambert, Christopher Schulz

Where: Roxy on Gateway, 8529 Gateway Blvd.

Running: through Feb. 26

Tickets: 780-453-2440 or theatrenetwork.ca

  

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Chasing Willie Nelson, a musical dream at the Fort

Andrea House in Chasing Willie Nelson. Photo by Ryan Parker.

Andrea House in Chasing Willie Nelson. Photo by Ryan Parker.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

In the romantic evening that comes to Fort Edmonton’s vintage Capitol Theatre this weekend in honour of Valentine’s Day, the mysteriously supple talent of Andrea House wraps itself around a musical icon you might not expect — at first.

Chasing Willie Nelson is the latest of the “storytelling concerts” that have become something of a House specialty, after such hit shows as Forget Me Not, Valentine’s Train, and Song of the Martingale. Says director Davina Stewart, the singer-songwriter (cum actor/ playwright) was a little surprised herself at the start to realize how many of the same songs she and Willie Nelson covered. How could that be?

The logic of it began to form, as titles flashed by and House and Stewart considered the multi-faceted career and repertoire of the legendary Texan songwriter who’s still touring at 83. Nelson sang Texas swing tunes, like San Antonio Rose. He sang country classics like Fred Rose’s Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain. He sang Hoagy Carmichael’s Georgia On My Mind and Stardust, the now-jazz standard that gave his 1978 album its name. He sang Blue Skies by the musical theatre tunesmith Irving Berlin.

Musically, “Willie Nelson crossed boundaries; he can’t be pigeonholed,” as Stewart puts it. And his is a resilient six-decade left-leaning career that has never stopped turning corners. In his ‘40s, for example, fed up with the confines of the music industry, he up and left Nashville and moved to Austin. He’s acted in movies; he’s written memoirs (Roll Me Up And Smoke Me When I Die). He’s embraced activist causes (Farm Aid).

“It’s so inspiring,” says Stewart of the life and works that frame the new House tribute. “And Andrea married it with her own life,” as she often does in her shows. House, after all, is not only a musician and composer, she’s an actor and playwright.

In Chasing Willie Nelson, the man comes to her in a dream, Stewart explains, of a show that wonders how songs get embedded in our minds. The cast includes Dana Andersen as the spirit of Willie Nelson. Mat Busby plays his son. And House leads a five-piece band on the dreamy musical journey.

PREVIEW

Chasing Willie Nelson: A Tribute By Andrea House

Directed by: Davina Stewart

Starring: Andrea House, Dana Andersen, Mat Busby, Andrew Scott, Harley Symington, Bob Blair, Chris Andrew

Where: Capitol Theatre, Fort Edmonton Park

Running: Saturday (7:30 p.m.), Sunday (2 p.m.), Tuesday (7:30 p.m.).

Tickets: eventbrite.ca or at the door. Dinner and a night at the Selkirk Hotel are possible add-ons.

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Musical? Political satire? 2 of the country’s best directors step up

Footloose at MacEwan University, directed by Dave Horak. Photo by Steven Stefaniuk.

Footloose at MacEwan University, directed by Dave Horak. Photo by Steven Stefaniuk.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Two of the country’s most inventive directors, award-winners both, take on classics of their kind with student casts this week, at MacEwan University and the University of Alberta’s Studio Theatre.

At MacEwan University, Dave Horak of Edmonton Actors Theatre (Burning Bluebeard) directs a production of an irresistibly dance-y and celebratory 1998 stage musical that advises us to “cut loose, footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes.” Which, you have to admit, sounds like advice for these parlous, regressive times.

It’s Footloose (as if you didn’t know) based on the ‘80s movie. And it runs (well, dances and generally rocks) through Feb. 18 at the John L. Haar Theatre, Centre for the Arts and Communications (10045 156 St.). Tickets: TIX on the Square (780-420-1757, tixonthesquare.ca).

The Government Inspector directed by Ron Jenkins at the U of A's Studio Theatre. Photo by Ed Ellis.

The Government Inspector directed by Ron Jenkins at the U of A’s Studio Theatre. Photo by Ed Ellis.

At the U of A, Ron Jenkins returns to Studio Theatre — Mary Mooney Distinguished Visting Artist — to direct Nikolai Gogol’s wicked blue-chip 1836 political satire The Government Inspector. What happens when an underling civil servant is mistaken for a high-ranking government inspector? An outbreak of farcical panic and terror amongst the corrupt and venal officials of a small provincial Russian town.

Hmm, perennial applications seem even more acute at the moment, for this evergreen comedy. Jenkins’ production runs on the Timm’s Centre for the Arts stage (87th Ave and 112th St.) through Feb. 18. Tickets: 780-492-2495 or ualberta.ca/artshows.

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Expanse: “a celebration of art in motion”

Moon at Midnight, photo by Marc J. Chalifoux

Moon at Midnight, photo by Marc J. Chalifoux

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Expanse has amply lived up to its name.

In the 12 years since Amber Borotsik and Murray Utas first imagined a movement arts festival, something that “started small and local,” as Azimuth Theatre’s Kristi Hansen puts it, has expanded. Exponentially. “Across the country and beyond.” With partnerships to match.

“Small and local”? Expanse was designed for a space that pretty much defined intimate, Azimuth Theatre’s late lamented Living Room Playhouse, where elbows regularly met. The festivities moved to C103 and the Roxy before finding a home at the ATB Financial Arts Barns’s various spaces as part of the Chinook Series.

So, welcome to the newer, wider Expanse, opening Thursday. This year’s four-program incarnation of Azimuth’s annual movement arts festival has a star performer from Italy, Dasa Grgic, for example. In the program Body Parts, she’s partnered her show BodyunTitled with  Re:Pairing by Montreal’s Parts and Labour Danse.

POLKA(dots) by Rosanna Terracciano. Photo by Reynard Li.

POLKA(dots) by Rosanna Terracciano. Photo by Reynard Li.

Coast to Coast, another of Expanse’s four programs, curated by Edmonton’s Good Women Dance, assembles creations from three provinces. From Calgary comes Rosanna Terracciano’s POLKA(dots), intriguingly billed as flamenco-meets-polka. From Toronto, There she was, created and performed by Jane Alison McKinney. From Vancouver, Submission to Entropy pairs contemporary dancer Karissa Barry with Elya Grant.

The Alberta Grown program has two pieces, including the premiere of vulnerable and soft and strange and stomping by Edmonton choreographer/dancer Aimee Rushton, who received Good Women Dance’ 2016 New Work Award, with its cash, mentorship and rehearsal space, to develop the piece during the past year.

Ainsley Hillyard, Good Women Dance’s muse extraordinaire, has been hugely influential in Expanse, says Hansen. The choreographer/ dancer/ movement designer moves freely between the worlds of dance and theatre, smudging the frontiers whenever she can. And Expanse has followed suit. “Chinook gives us access to the (much larger) theatre audience,” says Hansen.

The largest scale work at Expanse, running Feb. 17 and 18, is the much-awaited Moon At Midnight, a dance/theatre/sound installation with a monster movie inspiration, co-created by Amber Borotsik and Jesse Gervais. The eight performers encompass a range of skill sets, ages, experience, body types. And sound designer Aaron Macri mixes sound live onstage. 

“It’s dance it’s music it’s theatre,” says Hansen of the piece, which has been touring since the fall. “Fun and touching!”

And there are even performances between performances: The Lobbyists are a coterie of Edmonton’s emerging interdisciplinary artists who haunt the spaces between the spaces.

 PREVIEW

Expanse Movement Arts Festival

Theatre: Azimuth

Where: ATB Financial Arts Barns, various spaces

Running: Thursday through Feb. 19

Tickets: chinookseries.ca or at the door (pay-what-you-will tickets available two hours in advance of performance, first come first served.

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