Panache: the Ponce is back for Pt. Deux of Firefly’s circus satire

Ross Travis as Ponce de Ponce de Panache, in Firefly Theatre’s Panache. Photo supplied.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

There never would have been a sequel if the unthinkable hadn’t happened.

When last we met Ponce de Ponce de Panache, 12 months ago,  it was at a pep rally for the self-glorifying blusterer and king of hyperbolic claims, preposterous entitlement, and alternative facts. As Firefly Theatre and Circus Arts artistic director Annie Dugan put it at the time, the high-flying Ponce was a cross between a certain presidential candidate and Louis XIV. And the Firefly satire and circus fusion, Panache, was a cross-hatching of “Versailles, The Hunger Games, and the current political climate in the U.S.”

Then came November.

“Who could have guessed he would win!” declares Dugan. “We never thought we’d be doing a Part Deux; it was never part of the plan…. We’d already started planning a show around a Christmas Carol skeleton,” she says of early brainstorming meetings with collaborators John Ullyatt and Belinda Cornish.

“But after one week in office, what Trump was doing was too horrible!” In that thought was born the sequel, Panache Part Deux, opening Friday at — which is to say on and above the stage at — La Cité francophone.

Satire is tricky, and outrage is barely sustainable in an age when reality trumps it every time, as Alex Baldwin has admitted on the subject of his sensationally grotesque Saturday Night Live alter-ego. “It’s too awful to parody what Trump is doing, so we’re doing how,” says Dugan.

The Ponce has triumphed. He’s now Supreme Leader of La Cité. Last year, at the pep rally edition of Panache, “the audience was complicit,” as she says of our applause, cued by signs held up by a trio of “minions.”

This year, our complicity continues, since we’re cast as Congress. “This is a day in the life,” Dugan explains. “We’ve turned the how-to of governing into a game show.”  All the circus performers are the Ponce’s cabinet ministers, “his smoke screen, his diversionary tactics,” she says. “A politician surrounds himself with his friends. The ‘former Miss South Africa’, for example, is the Secretary of Mining and Resources…. All the women are ‘former Miss Somethings’.”

Ross Travis as the Ponce, in Firefly Theatre’s Panache. Photo supplied.

Since Part Deux is a game show, the lavish world of circus is juxtaposed to the contestants, “three normal people with normal needs, petitioners in the Ponce’s court: a gentleman who needs a hip replacement for his grandmother, a women looking for a bus pass, a guy who’s been arrested for jaywalking and wants a get-out-of-jail pass.”

Director Dugan has enlisted a trio of Edmonton heavy-hitter actors: Dave Horak, Shannon Blanchet, and Mat Busby to be the supplicants. Cornish is the dramaturge on the project.  

For the rest, the core group of Panache performers is returning for the sequel, led by San Francisco’s Ross Travis, an acrobat/actor who specializes in the most punishing of aerial arts, the Chinese pole. Dugan has one word for it: “painful!” This year the pole isn’t planted on the stage; it flies, which sounds impossible.

Lyne Gosselin (trapeze with silks) and Mackenzie Baert (rhythmic contortion) are back. So is the ever-inventive musician Jason Kodie, who plays keyboards live. And the magician/illusionist Billy Kidd (Gia Felicitas) returns from her home base in the U.K. Last year, she concocted an act especially for Panache. And it was a showstopper. As a  set-up for Marie Antoinette’s famous line “let ‘em eat cake” she actually baked a cake in someone’s hat.

The finale of Firefly Theatre’s Panache. Photo supplied.

Calgary’s Patrick Chan (aerial straps) is the Ponce’s Secretary of Defence. And the cast includes Lisa Feehan (aerial cargo), Caitlin Mader (corde lisse), and the acrobatic Quebec City duo Les Vitaminés. 

The latter’s act “involves a plastic bubble,” laughs Dugan. “Plastic bubbles for all are how Ponce plans to combat climate change he doesn’t believe in.” 

“I don’t usually do political satire,” says Dugan. “ I like stupid comedy. I’m happy to do things with chickens. And peanut butter.”

“This year the whole show is a little bit darker. And it needs to be.”

PREVIEW

Panache Pt. Deux: The Triumph of the Ponce

Theatre: Firefly

Directed by: Annie Dugan

Starring: Ross Travis, Billy Kidd, Jason Kodie, Lyne Gosselin, Mackenzie Baert, Lisa Feehan, Caitlin Mader, Dave Horak, Shannon Blanchet, Mat Busby

Where: La Cité francophone, 8627 91 St.

Running: Friday through Sunday

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

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Raising $ for theatre, the entertaining way

Mark Meer, aka Commander Shepard in the Mass Effect trilogy.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

The seductions of entertainment to call your own: Edmonton’s theatres have to be creative in their unceasing efforts to generate funds to do what they were born to do … put on shows. 

This spring you could find yourself on a private tour of Bioware, the unceasingly innovative Edmonton digital creation outfit, in the company of master improviser Mark Meer, the voice-over star who’s Commander Shepard in Bioware’s  international hit trilogy Mass Effect (he has his own action figure).

It’s one of the entertainment prospects offered in the Varscona Theatre’s silent auction, designed to help that theatre, home to some eight companies, pay for their $8 million newly rebuilt venue. Fully 11 of the 25 alluring offerings fall into the entertainment category, in the online auction that ends Friday at 11:59 p.m. 

Heck, you could buy you and 199 of your closest friends an entire performance of the Teatro La Quindicina season-opening revival of Stewart Lemoine’s The Salon of the Talking Turk, in which Meer reclaims the title role he originated in the 2005  premiere production. 

Mark Meer in 2005 premiere production of The Salon of the Talking Turk.

Similarly, at Northern Light Theatre , which is throwing a Tiki Night bash April 1, with live music and cocktails to match, you could claim an entire performance of their upcoming season finale:  Bonnie and Clyde: the two-person six-gun musical. (northernlighttheatre.com).

In the spirit of collaboration, NLT has contributed a pair of tickets to that production to the Varscona’s auction, as part of the “theatre tasting trio” that includes tickets to Theatre Network’s upcoming Irma Voth (Chris Craddock’s much-awaited stage adaptation of the Miriam Toews’s novel), April 20 to May 2, and the Citadel’s Sense and Sensibility ( a Tom Wood adaptation created for the Citadel/Banff Professional Program), April 22 to May 14.

In Shadow Theatre’s personalized sponsorship venture “Adopt An Artist,” you could even “have an artist to call your own.” Every level of one-on-one sponsorship, of a director, an actor, or a designer, comes with ramped-up perqs, including signed posters and tickets. Shadow’s season finale Art, the Yasmin Reza provocation about the nature of art (April 26 to May 14), starring Glenn Nelson, Frank Zotter, and John Sproule, is another adoption opportunity.

The Varscona auction samples widely in the theatre scene for its silent auction offerings. Atomic Improv’s deluxe improvisers Donovan Workun and Mark Meer, for example, will create spontaneous comedy for you, wherever you like, possibly your living room. The Edmonton Fringe, Metro Cinema, the Mayfield Dinner Theatre are among the contributors. Check it out at www.32Auctions.com/VarsconaAuction.

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Serca: celebrating the Irish in us

Waiting for Godot by One World Theatre. Photo by Truman Buffet.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

For poetic impulses and vivid characters, and a certain raucous soulfulness and way with words, you can’t beat the Irish. And Serca (the Gaelic word for “love story) is the festival that celebrates that multi-faceted contribution.

For this year’s edition of the eight-year-old festival — it’s spent the last three on The Ave, 118th that is — artistic director Liz Hobbs has assembled a series of Canadian-Irish plays, in staged readings, to encircle the headline production this weekend. All three are by women and, as Hobbs points out, “try and find an Irish play in the mainstream Irish repertoire by a female playwright with a female cast! It’s hard!”

Bevin Dooley’s Slack Tide happened Thursday. Saturday’s offering (4:45 p.m.) is Beating Heart Cadaver by the Governor-General’s Award-winning Colleen Murphy. Amy DeFelice directs a cast of five top Edmonton actors in the 1998 play — “beautiful and heartbreaking” as Hobbs describes it — in which “a couple who have lost their eight-year-old daughter in a car accident try to find their way back to each other.” Sunday at 6 p.m., it’s Cat Walsh’s Fetch, named for the Gaelic word for doppelganger, in which two versions of the same girl proceed through two different scenarios, by way of different choices. 

ELSEWHERE AT SERCA

  • St. Patrick’s Day Irish Ceilidh on the Ave (starting at 5 p.m.): a celebration featuring an Irish stew dinner with Knock Irish dancers, followed by a variety cabaret and, at 8 p.m. live music by the Edmonton Ceilidh Band featuring Jeremiah McDade.
  • Saturday (1 to 4 p.m.), a Family Irish Ceilidh, including Maralyn Ryan’s puppet version of The Ugly Duckling, dancing, cookie decorating and crafts, refreshments. After the 4:45 p.m. staged reading of Beating Heart Cadaver, a 7 p.m. performance of Waiting For Godot, followed (9:30 p.m.) an Irish cabaret for adults.
  • Sunday’s 2 p.m. Waiting For Godot matinee is followed by Fetch (6 p.m.) and then an 8 p.m. performance of Godot.
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Waiting for Godot at the Serca Festival: a review

K. Brian Neel and Jeff Page in Waiting For Godot, from One World Theatre. Photo supplied.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

“It’s too much for one man,” says Vladimir gloomily of the perpetual stalemate that gets to the heart of the matter in Waiting For Godot. “On the other hand what’s the good of losing heart now, that’s what I say. We should have thought of it a million years ago, in the nineties.”

If that rumination gets a special laugh in the Godot that comes to the Serca Festival from Seattle’s One World Theatre, it’s because Samuel Beckett’s existentialist tramps did think of it in the nineties — the 1990s that is. That’s when Shawn Belyea’s production came to Edmonton and instantly became a hit draw.

In a palpable demonstration that time has stopped, as one of them observes, Vladimir and Estragon have returned to the same country road, the same tree, the same evening. And with the same actors: Jeff Page and K. Brian Neel as the raffish pair who wait, and wait, and wait some more for the mysterious Mr. Godot to show up and give meaning to … waiting. Which is the crux of the tragicomic masterpiece that has haunted, intrigued, bewildered, provoked the world ever since its premiere, in a tiny Left Bank Paris theatre in 1953.

“Nothing to be done,” says Estragon (Neel) at the outset, an opening line at least as memorable as the stage direction: “

A country road. A tree. Evening.” But they can’t leave: “let’s wait till we know exactly how we stand.” And certainty eludes them; for that they’ll have to wait for Godot, and he’s a no-show day after day. So they pass the time arguing and bickering, telling jokes, singing old music hall ditties, telling jokes, doing vaudeville routines with hats, and pratfalls

Page, in a welcome return to the Edmonton stage, and the agile Neel are an amusing double act, trapped in a human comedy with no beginning and no ending. They’re not an intellectual construct; they’re baffled people, stuck at an mystifying impasse. Neel is a rubber-faced round-eyed clown in a tattered red fez. He’s the more distractable, self-centred of the two, playing against Page’s more solemn, exasperated and philosophical Vladimir, striding purposefully around the stage, with its single “tree” (one of those outdoor umbrella clothes racks)  before he remembers he has nowhere to go.

No production of Waiting For Godot is ever definitive. But the way Vladimir, fiddling with his bowler near the outset, declares he’s “appalled, AP-PALLED,” you know that this will be a performance to reckon with. The chemistry of the pair is easy, believable, and fun to watch: funny and inventive. If dreaming of happiness is as close as you’ll get and the human condition is, as Vladimir says, “too much for one man,” two is at least a consolation.

Amusingly, Tim Moore creates the sadistic master Pozzo with a carnivorous tooth-clenching smile, and the plummy imperious, self-dramatizing tones of an old-style Shakespearean. And Mark Fullerton’s tall, drooling, skeletal slave, the ill-named Lucky, on his rope leash, is strikingly apocalyptic.

“Habit is a great deadener.” And you could be waiting a long time for Godot. Don’t miss this chance to catch the play.

It’s running tonight through Sunday at the Alberta Avenue Community Centre, 9210 118 Ave. Tickets and scheduling info: sercafest.com

    

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“Together again at last!” Waiting For Godot arrives for the Serca Festival

K. Brian Neel and Jeff Page in Waiting For Godot, One World Theatre’s production at the Serca Festival. Photo by Truman Buffet.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

One of the most delicious true-life stories ever to come out of the Edmonton Fringe, a great natural repository of theatrical absurdities, can be traced, in a direct line of descent, to the One World Theatre production of Waiting For Godot that opens tonight, to launch this year’s edition of the Serca Festival of Irish Theatre.

Jeff Page is on the phone from Seattle to revisit. It’s 1993. And  the production, by then three years old and with a lot of sold-out western Fringe performances (and one state penitentiary) in its archive, had arrived from Seattle to test its mettle at the biggest festival of them all.

It’s a matinee, after intermission (ah, intermission, a now-mythical concept at the Fringe). “So, it’s the top of Act 2,” says Page, .  “Suddenly, a woman stands up in the audience; suddenly she has a bag of carrots. She starts hurling carrots at the stage, shouting ‘You’re absurd! I’m not absurd! You’re absurd!’.” Then she storms out of the old Bus Barns theatre.   

A moment of stunned silence in the theatre. Page, who was playing Vladimir, one of Samuel Beckett’s pair of existentialist vaudevillian tramps — a role he resumes at Serca — remembers his partner Estragon (K. Brian Neel) went into improv brilliance mode. “Was that him?” he asked the audience.

“Perfectly Fringe, perfectly Beckett,” as Page puts it. In the single most influential and resonant play of the 20th century, the tramps are, after all, onstage waiting for HIM, this mysterious and mystifying authority figure Godot, to shed some light, to give some meaning to the absurdities of their existence.

The choice of veg is so weird but so uncannily apt — carrots are in the play — that for more than two decades, Page has been wondering about the identity of the woman. “For 20 years Mark Meer has been promising to introduce me to her,” sighs Page, who suspects a ruse from that master improviser.

That show incidentally was a turning point in Page’s life. He moved to Edmonton, where he’s been based ever since.

It’s been 27 years since Page and his One World Theatre cohorts got the bright idea of taking Beckett’s masterwork to the rural parks of eastern Washington state. He’d just moved to Seattle from his home town of Albuquerque, New Mexico with his “experimental improv theatre” buddies in King’s Elephant Theatre.

The early performances were something less than a smash. “We’d sit on a park hill at intermission and and watch people gradually fold up their lawn chairs and leave.” 

They re-evaluated. The consensus? “Let’s not be as precious to the Beckett as to the funny. And we went to our campsite and re-rehearsed the whole thing.”

“After that, the people stayed. And by the time we got to the last show, in Oroville, Wash., we were really rolling,” says Page. Their excursion to the Vancouver Fringe was the first time they’d played the show indoors. “And it’s still one of the best acting experiences I’ve ever had.” 

He still remembers the performance at the Walla Walla State Penitentiary — “there’s a history of playing Beckett in prisons,” he says. In the gymnasium for maximum security convicts “they were busy lifting weights, and little by little they came over and sat down. That’s the power of the play!”

One World moved on from Godot after that. They did Fringe tours of Aristophanes comedies; they went to Russia and collaborated with mad genius Slavic auteurs. They collaborated far and wide.

And then came Edmonton, with Beckett in tow. Page remembers being at a late-night Fringe bar and getting asked by a media type “how does it feel to have a Fringe hit?” He grinned and said “I wouldn’t know.” Next morning he did, though. “It was a big splash. A hit. Great reviews. Line-ups.”

In 1990, the Seattle Weekly had praised the actors as always believable, even though they were 20 years too young. Twenty-seven years later, with Page and Neel back in their roles as the time-killing vagabonds, time has solved that little chronology glitch for the company.

Waiting for Godot by One World Theatre. Photo by Truman Buffet.

Waiting For Godot “has a different resonance for me, now” thinks Page, who was in a One World revival of the show four years ago in Seattle. “It feels all about the past, being with someone. The idea that life is unbearable but better with someone to share it with. Something about that act of living…. I’m not fabricating anything. This is experience.”

Time means something different when you’re 20 than when you’re 50, muses Page. “There are memories that are gems….. Everything else is blurry,”  he laughs.

“And I’m a better actor now. I’ve done a lot of acting in those 27 years!”

PREVIEW

Waiting For Godot

Theatre: One World Theatre at the Serca Festival

Directed by: Shawn Belyea

Starring: Jeff Page, K. Brian Neel, Tim Moore, Mark Fullerton

Where: Alberta Avenue Community Centre, 9210 118 Ave. (Serca headquarters)

Running: Thursday through Sunday

Tickets: sercafest.com

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The Believers: testing the limits of belief

Nathan Cuckow, Nadien Chu, Patrick Howarth in The Believers, a MadFandango production. Photo by Marc J Chalifoux

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

It’s one of those evenings of theatre when you emerge, rattled and intrigued, asking yourself and whoever’s outside smoking “what just happened there?”.

Good question. One of the oddest, eeriest, most unnerving plays of the season is happening at the Roxy, in a production by the adventurous indie collective MadFandango.

There’s a sky-splitting storm, a 40 days-and-nights spectacular coming at us right out of the Old Testament. And it rages in supernatural fashion thanks to a memorable design by T. Erin Gruber. It’s the central character in Nancy McAlear’s North American premiere production of The Believers, by the English playwright Bryony Lavery (Frozen).

The weather, to use the banal term for something active and possibly malevolent, is actively flooding into human affairs.

Upstage, a fraught woman in the shadows paces and counts out steps, over and over, as she smokes.

Elsewhere on the stage: “Let’s start with what we know,” say the couple, Joff (Nathan Cuckow) and Marianne (Nadien Chu), we see up closer.

What they know is precious little. They frantically parse the meagre fragments of a terrible event at which they were both present, but not present enough. Guilt and rage, mutual recriminations, are the keynotes of their review. Marianne is physically cracked with grief; her face and body seem fractured. Off can’t stop moving; the ground seems to be burning under his feet. The performances are compelling.

The deluge, a flood of epic scale, had driven them, along with their nine-year-old daughter Grace, into the home of their neighbours Ollie (Patrick Howarth) and Maud (Gianna Vacirca), whose daughter Joyous is Grace’s age. The two couples aren’t a comfortable fit, to say the least, as the play takes us to the fateful night. The Believers seems to be an entry into the ample theatre repertoire of awkward dinner parties where everyone ends up mad, with indigestion. 

The chemistry between Joff and Marianne, set forth vividly by Cuckow and Chu, is jokey and vulgar. They’re loud, crude secularists who scoff at political correctness, especially after a couple of drinks. Their monster kid is driving them crazy with her demands, and they have no problem saying so (“she’s a walking nightmare!”).

Patrick Howarth, Gianna Vacirca in The Believers. Photo by Marc J. Chalifoux.

The look on their faces when their smiling hosts propose saying grace before eating is a choice comic moment. Ollie and Maud are religious, in a sort of smug, white-wine pantheist way where they praise God “for exalting us above all animals.” They exude positivity; they shudder delicately when expletives issue forth from the mouths of their cloddish guests. The dynamic is beautifully set forth by Howarth and Vacirca.

The question of belief  is tossed up for perusal, with predictable dissent. “Just the bare facts!” as Joff will later say of something that proves in the end elusive. But in the course of an evening interrupted by fantastical meteorological disturbances, something curious happens. The intersection at which the couples collide gradually becomes a corner where the couples’ belief systems (or habits of disbelief) are blurred, and even seem to trade.

McAlear’s production uses dance and movement to physicalize the inexpressibly mysterious devolution of the evening. Perhaps it’s simpler to say that Ollie and Maud aren’t quite the couple they present on the surface; their faith in the power of faith, and mind expansion, gets a demonstration, a conjuring turn you might say, and goes horribly awry.

The event and its terrible consequences start with a kind of exorcism, as the heavens continue to split open and pour down. Gruber’s design, an ingeniously mobile construction of light and projection, hangs over the house like a kind of ominous supernatural thatching.

It’s watching over excellent performances, and the perplexing, nervy experience provided by the play. I’m hoping you’ll see it, and explain it further to me.

REVIEW

The Believers

Theatre: MadFandango Theatre Collective, in the Roxy Performance Series

Written by: Bryony Lavery

Directed by: Nancy McAlear

Starring: Nadien Chu, Nathan Cuckow, Patrick Howarth, Gianna Vacirca

Where: Roxy on Gateway, 8529 Gateway Boulevard

Running: through March 19

Tickets: 780-453-2440, theatrenetwork.ca

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#starcrossedlovevic: a classic musical and a classic play in rep at Vic

#starcrossedlovevic at Victoria School of the Arts

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Greg Dowler-Coltman sent me a Leonard Bernstein quote this week. “To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan and not quite enough time.”

“How did he know?” jokes Victoria School’s theatre department maestro. He’s alluding to the epic and combustible plan that — to borrow a lyric from Something’s Coming, the opening number of West Side Story — is “cannonballing down through the sky, gleam in its eye, bright as a rose…”

When Tony, the boy who falls in love across a lethal ethnic divide in West Side Story, sings “something’s coming…” he’s not kidding. The something is #starcrossedlovevic. Starting  Thursday, the arts high school is poised to produce, simultaneously, West Side Story and Romeo and Juliet: the groundbreaking 1957 Broadway musical and the Shakespeare tragedy that provided it with the tale of star-crossed lovers doomed by gang violence and racial/ethnic hatred.

Vic has staged both shows in the course of its 30-year history as an arts school. As Dowler-Coltman points out, West Side Story was “the first full-scale musical we ever produced.” The Montague and Capulet kids made their Vic debut in 1999.

But both full productions, together? “A year ago we asked ourselves, wouldn’t it be great for the kids to see the resonances between the two?” Dowler-Coltman laughs. “We thought it would be fun! An adventure. We’re always looking for ways for kids to see that risk-taking is part of an artist’s life. It’s a fundamental tenet of who we are as a school.”

In this risky, crazily complicated enterprise, a rarity for audiences too, he and co-director Natalie Witte were egged on by designer Marissa Kochanski, who suggested recycling her set for the 2015 Freewill Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet.

Last October, the horizon-expanding adventure began. Dowler-Coltman enlisted professional mentors with widely different specialties to amplify the double experience for the student company. In the end school logistics meant that only 12 kids were in both shows, but all 80 actors in the two productions were exposed to a Jerome Robbins dance workshop, for example, and Doug Merz’s dialect mentorship. They all studied “Shakespeare off the text” with Amber Lewis; they all learned stage combat with Patrick Howarth.

And they spent a weekend in a master-class with one of the most innovative physical theatre companies in the world. London’s Frantic Assembly did the original creative work translating The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night Time. Dowler-Coltman contacted the company, and it turned out one of their number, Jess Williams, was in New York preparing the touring production of that hit for the road. In a curious incident of synchronicity in the night time, incidentally, the star of that tour several performances a week is Vic grad Ben Wheelwright.

In the course of rehearsing, Dowler-Coltman, Witte, musical director Bruce Cable, and choreographer Maureen Tigner-Morison pooled their creative ideas. “If risk-taking is part of our bedrock, so is collaboration,” says Dowler-Coltman. “If kids don’t see it in action, it’s just an abstract idea….” 

What emerged, in an intriguing reversal, was that the Verona of Shakespeare’s tragedy is the contemporary setting: hand-to-hand violence, knives instead of swords. And West Side Story is the period piece, set 60 years ago when it was originally created, in the mean streets of ‘50s New York.

As the young actors have discovered, the parallels and intersections between the two shows have cumulated in a powerful way. “I watched the West Side Story dress rehearsal Saturday,” says Jordan Melnyk, the Grade 12 student who plays Juliet. “And Maria and Tony singing Tonight! I thought, this is the balcony scene!”

Modern dress makes it “easier for the audience to connect,” she figures. As Juliet Melnyk wears her own ripped skinny jeans in the show, at Dowler-Coltman’s prompting. “You look like you!”

In the musical Melnyk’s assignment is to dance in the dream dance pas de deux, Somewhere, with Tony and Maria looking down. It isn’t much of a stretch to imagine them looking down through the centuries, in effect, at their 16th century counterparts. 

“Two kids in West Side Story are stage-managing Romeo and Juliet,” reports Dowler-Coltman. Lady Capulet and the Nurse are calling (cues for) West Side Story.” Dowler-Coltman watched the musical’s Tony, Sage Jepson, watching the actor playing Romeo. 

“I started to see the parallels between Tony and Romeo,” says Jepson. One gets songs; the other gets gorgeous monologues in verse. The hardest thing about doing two shows, says Jepson, who’s in the gaggle of Romeo’s friends, is “focus…. You have to be always there, 100 per cent, listening, back to the heart of the story.”

PREVIEW

#starcrossedlovevic: West Side Story and Romeo and Juliet in rep

Theatre: Victoria School of the Arts

Directed by: Greg Dowler-Coltman and Natalie Witte

Where: Eva O. Howard Theatre, 101St. St. and Kingsway

Running: Thursday through March 22

Tickets: 780-392-3534

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Shocker: the outstanding Penny Ritco is leaving the Citadel

Penny Ritco, executive director of the Citadel Theatre.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

The dramatic theatre news of the day comes from the Citadel: executive director Penny Ritco has announced she’s leaving the company after 13 years.

One of the country’s most accomplished, astute, and respected theatre leaders, Ritco will stay on at the Citadel through a transition period, through summer and into fall, as the search begins for a replacement in the demanding ED job at the helm of a 51-year-old company with a $12 million a year budget.

The Citadel’s new artistic director Daryl Cloran, who’s been working with Ritco now for nearly a year, paid tribute to her “visionary leadership. “She believes so fully in this company, this city, and the transformative power of art, and she has worked tirelessly to ensure the Citadel is a place where art can thrive. ” Board president Sheila Witwicky says “Penny has played a critical role in ensuring the Citadel’s ongoing success and vitality in our community.”

And it hasn’t been easy. At Edmonton’s largest playhouse, the challenges and artistic accomplishments of the last 13 years — 12 of them in tandem with former artistic director Bob Baker — have been immense. The recessionary downturn with all its implications for sponsorships, ticket sales, frozen or diminishing grants, a large and aging facility to run and renovate notwithstanding, the indefatigable Ritco has demonstrated huge energy and commitment to making the shows happen.

The innovative Citadel/Banff Professional Theatre Program, the Citadel’s restructured Academy and Young Company, the re-imagining of the Rice Theatre as a cabaret venue, the partnerships with Catalyst and Rapid Fire Theatre — they all happened under Ritco’s executive directorship. And in the annals of Canadian theatre, notoriously fractious in the tensions between the artistic and administrative sides of theatre, the Baker-Ritco partnership proved unusually durable and harmonious.

“Thirteen years of being ON seven days a week, a building to run, people, it’s a huge responsibility,” says Ritco. “Theatre is changing. And I’d like to be part of creating and producing its new forms. Theatre is more and more artist-led..And they need someone to teach them how to be viable.”

” If there’s a place for me (in that), in a role that isn’t quite as all-consuming….” says Ritco, a graduate of the National Theatre School whose entry point into theatre was as a stage manager, producer and tour manager before she went into TV and film at the National Film Board, Great North Productions, and Alliance Atlantis. The Citadel job, which reunited Ritco with Baker — they met when he was acting and she was stage managing at Stratford — brought Ritco back to her first love. “Live theatre,” she declares firmly, “is where my heart is.”

The sheer size of the Citadel operation is exhausting. “Keeping the facility open means millions that never get put into the art,” Ritco sighs. “Artists have to find money and audience in order to create…. Today our payroll was for more than 200 people; I know towns that aren’t that big! The amount of money we have to generate on a daily basis in phenomenal! It’s a big job.”

“I don’t know if I’m a creator. But I’ve always been an enabler,” Ritco says, and laughs. “I need to enable some other things than bricks and mortar.”

Typically, Ritco has figured out the optimum theatre logistics for her exit, which won’t happen before October at least. “Even if the new executive director starts in the summer it will be a learning curve for them. And then, in September when Daryl is in rehearsal for Shakespeare in Love, and we move into (the complications) of Hadestown (a pre-Broadway collaboration with an American team of creators), I’ll be there to help the new executive director, and start preparations for the 2018-2019 season….”

Ritco isn’t looking for another version of her job at a different company. “I haven’t been made to feel unwelcome by anyone; I get on like a house on fire with Daryl…. I just need to step off for a minute to see what I want to do next. If anything.” (Laughter). It will be something. I just don’t know what.”

“I think this is right. Because I feel good. And that is how I would like to leave, not tired or grumpier. Or losing my ability to work for 16 hours day!”

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Here’s a Chekhovian regret for you: Stupid Fucking Bird is gone

Cast of Stupid Fucking Bird, Edmonton Actors Theatre. Photo by Mat Simpson.

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Haven’t you ever watched yourself and got the vague feeling you’re a spectator in your own life instead of a participant? Or maybe a fictional character in something kind of meandering and plotless instead of something that gets you happier? 

Chekhov is there for you, my friend. And Stupid Fucking Bird, Aaron Posner’s contemporary re-imagining of (and homage to) Chekhov’s The Seagull really has your back. I saw the last performance Sunday of Dave Horak’s terrific Edmonton Actors Theatre production (which will sound like I’m just rubbing it in here if you missed it). But I can’t stop thinking about its uncanny insights into our frantic quest for mutual love, human connection, sustainable happiness — in all its absurdities. And the way we never stop feeling like we’re outside looking in, thwarted at every turn.

In fact, Con, Posner’s version of The Seagull’s Constantin — an aspiring playwright burning with frustration at the conventional in theatre — says“thwarted” over and over, in every possible permutation and combination, till the word loses all sense and becomes a goofy sound effect.

Stupid Fucking Bird, in a cheeky retrofit of the Chekhov, is the world seen through Con’s eyes;  he’s a thwarted character in this, his own play. And he stands outside to chat with us directly, asking for pointers on how to win the love of the elusive Nina (Zoe Glassman), an up-and-coming actor in love with the idea of her own fame. In fact, the play starts with Con telling us it isn’t going to start till someone says “start the fucking play.” And he waits till one of us does just that. Mat Simpson is absolutely compelling, start to finish.

In Stupid Fucking Bird, a title that strikes exactly the right note of sass and exasperation, is all about the absurdity of criss-crossed arrows of desire. Why don’t the right people love you back when you love them so intensely? Mash, played with amusingly pitch-perfect acid-tinged ennui by Paula Humby — her whole body can do one of those skeptical eye-rolls — is so smitten by Con she barely has time for the eager, friendly Dev (Ben Stevens) who’s besotted by her. At moments of extreme frustration, she takes to the ukulele and sings hilariously bleak ditties of her own device: “you’re hot, you rot, and then you’re done/ And where’s the part of this that’s fun….”  That sort of thing.

Dev’s unfailing attempts at hopefulness are consistently funny and touching, as Steven delivers them. He tries so hard; he’s thwarted so regularly.  He’s the one who tries to let Con down gently, but is too forthright not to tell him the truth. Will Nina ever love Con? Well, no.

Melissa Thingelstad is tremendously funny as Emma, the play’s Arkadina, famous grande dame actress, queen of the flamboyant ego, aware of her audience at every second. Thingelstad’s creation knows that noblesse oblige is merely a theatrical ruse. She sees through herself but carries on in spirited fashion anyway, just because it tickles her to be an Artist. And her relationship with her equally famous writer lover, played with worldly authority by Ian Leung in another of the play’s fine comic performances, has every kind of nuance of power and vulnerability.   

In this crowd of theatre people and writers, the only character who isn’t an artist is a doctor (Robert Benz). And he’s been foiled, not by love or God but by time. Pushing 60 and bemused by the frantic disappointments around him, he mixes himself a cocktail and muses that he wants to be 27 again. “I think I’m ready to do my late 20s really well now….”

I loved the mixture of ruthless upward mobility and fragility in Glassman’s Nina, who comes onto Trigorin relentlessly, gets her man and chance at stardom, and gets discarded by both in turn. Horak gets sharp, very funny and rueful, naturally detailed performances from all his actors.

Stephanie Bahniuk, who should be getting snapped up by theatre companies across town, designs a frankly fake bucolic space with astroturf, the classic Chekhov birch trees as playing areas, and an abstract wall of domestic cubbyholes.

It was a great show. I hope you saw it. And if you didn’t, now’s your moment to sample a Chekhovian regret for missed opportunity.

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The temptation of danger without the risk: Soliciting Temptation, a review

Patricia Cerra and Mattie Overall in Soliciting Temptation. Photo by Marc J. Chalifoux

By Liz Nicholls, 12thnight.ca

Soliciting Temptation hands us a snapshot of a situation earmarked for our disapproval.

Fretful middle-aged white guy in a grubby hotel room in a Third World city: He’s pacing, drinking whiskey, getting sweaty, fiddling with the air conditioner, phoning the front desk to complain it doesn’t work.

Clearly Man (as he’s identified in the program) is not waiting for Godot or room service. And the arrival at his door of Woman, beautiful, exotic, young — “how old did you say you were?” —  confirms it. 

The odd 2014 two-hander by Erin Shields (If We Were Birds), a collaboration between Shadow Theatre and Calgary’s Sage Theatre, sets out to talk about, if not explore, child-sex tourism. It’s a dark, serious subject. But it’s not exactly a provocative one since it would be awfully hard to dredge up much resistance in a theatre audience to the idea that child prostitution and child-sex tourists are bad.  

So Soliciting Temptation has its work cut out for it making viable drama where there’s no real argument or moral uncertainty. Instead, the play diverts itself into a series of revelations about the characters we meet. And it’s tricky to tell you very much about the way Soliciting Temptation unfolds, since there are surprise reversals in the dynamic between the two characters.

Since Woman is shy and silent at the outset, Man does all the talking, a monologue in halting, nervous fits, starts and tangents that Mattie Overall negotiates expertly, even when he has to say things like “you can see I’m a man to be admired”.

When Woman abruptly starts to undress he is disconcerted. When she finally speaks, amazingly it’s perfect English, delivered fiercely by Patricia Cerra. He gets an angry earful — about his moral failure, the evils of prostitution, the hypocrisy of those who use the economic argument. “You’re a disgusting old perv,” she says. “And I have the power to effect change.” Who talks like this? I hear you ask. The challenge of the play is to create enough successive reveals that you stick with the possible answers.

Anyhow, what follows is an “argument” in which the woman chastises the man in no uncertain terms and he weakly tries to justify himself. “I’ve never done this before,” he stammers. “Yet here we are,” she says with a sardonic sneer that is a keynote of the character.

What started out as a paid sexual encounter has turned into a sting. She threatens exposure to his wife, his daughter, his business; he pleads pathetically, and she calls him on it. 

Anyhow, there are more reveals, doled out carefully if not persuasively. But what we have is a two-hander classic: two people in a room “arguing” — about white liberal guilt, first world privilege, economic disparity, choice, parental responsibility, euphemistic language — and changing who has the upper hand. This they do in terms that don’t exactly smack of real life. Soliciting Temptation hasn’t succumbed to the theatrical temptation of convincing dialogue.

Which means that much is demanded of the actors in Jason Mehmel’s production. Both are excellent, though not entirely successful at camouflaging the impression that Soliciting Temptation belongs to the playwright, not to the characters.  Overall manages the texture of the businessman’s confusion and guilt, advances and retreats, with real dexterity. Cerra, a resourceful young actor, has the challenge of sustaining the sardonic attack mode, while hinting of secret sorrows beneath.

Patricia Cerra and Mattie Overall in Soliciting Temptation, at Shadow Theatre. Photo by Marc J. Chalifoux.

Nothing much can be done about the ending, though, in which the play changes tack yet again, this time floating the idea of sex as gender politics. Soliciting Temptation flashes its provocations, but doesn’t really deliver on them. 

REVIEW

Soliciting Temptation

Theatre: Shadow and Sage

Written by: Erin Shields

Directed by: Jason Mehmel

Starring: Mattie Overall, Patricia Cerra

Where: Varscona Theatre, 10329 83 Ave.

Running: through March 26

Tickets: 780-434-5564, TIX on the Square (780-420-1757, tixonthesquare.ca)

    

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