Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Marie Antoinette: The Color of Flesh

Credit: Jasmin Hunter Photography
Marie Antoinette: The Color of Flesh is at the Player's Ring until May 25th!
More information/tickets HERE

After having a photo-shoot andinterview with the cast and director of Marie Antoinette: The Color of Flesh, last week, I believed myself prepared. I arrived on opening night to a transformed Player's Ring, the familiar black box now accommodates a country painting studio and an opulent chamber at Versailles, respectively. The first volley of scandalous talk was no surprise- I was prepared for a "confection", a scandalous story of court intrigue, love and betrayal. But from that point forward, I was unprepared.

Joel Gross's play on the intimate and complex relationships between a ladder-climbing painter, the innocent queen, and the fiery philanderer that first forms the bond between them, is so much more than tabloid indulgence. While certainly dripping with the language of flirtation, all giggling aside, these advances are always flavored with a dark undercurrent of consequence. There is weight to every decision made, no moonlight liaison is without its repercussions in the dangerous world of intrigue at court. As the characters age and the marzipan facade of Versailles becomes consumed at the edges, the outside world boils over into the lives of even the most privileged and the lifelong machinations of every player in the game are torn to shreds in the oncoming storm of
revolution.

This play rests on the impressive shoulders of its three players. The sheer number of lines memorized to bring this forgotten sort of tete-a-tete to the stage is staggering, but the leads handled the task with fortitude and success. They thoroughly melted into their parts, completing the picture begun by the talented set designer. Danica Carlson, as the conniving Elisabeth Vigee Le Brun, carefully avoids the tropes of the fallen and grasping woman. Without being shrill, she demonstrates vulnerability. Her steady hand and dedication to her character is a constant reminder that there are no villains in this piece, only human beings, long-suffering and often wrong. We see her ambition, her capacity for great love, and her fear. Most compelling is her relationship with the queen, a thing of such stark moving power that I am affected even now, as I write this.

The philandering Count Alexis de Ligne, played by Spotlight Award winner Knate Higgins is a familiar person. Swept up in the conviction of youth, he leaps into conflicts with half-informed ideas, feeling himself alone aware of the injustices of class at work in the darkness of Paris. There are not so many liberal arts students out there who cannot relate to that fire and sureness. Higgins convinces us that there is depth yet to Alexis and his transformation from a boy who believes there are horrors to a man who knows them personally is sensitive and believable.

Finally, Jennifer Henry brings us the portrait of Marie Antoinette that inspires the love and dedication of Le Brun and de Ligne with the passage of time. Her performance drives the veracity of all of the relationships that follow, moving from an innocent playing at royalty to a true Queen in a dank cell with great dexterity. She revives Marie Antoinette and gives her a second chance in the court of public opinion, a fitting homage to a young woman who was remarkably misunderstood, as she was never given any opportunities to understand.

Time passed so quickly inside the theatre, I was astonished first when intermission came and then again when it was the end. Through the complete dedication of the players and crew, I was absorbed into this world and exposed to its underbelly. Far more than confection, Back Alley Production's "Marie Antoinette: The Color of Flesh" is food for thought. This piece is sumptuously set, beautifully acted, and produced with sensitivity and love. Go to be entertained, but also challenged and deeply effected.

Friday, November 22, 2013

The Gift of the Magi at The Player's Ring

 'Tis the season! I know, I know. There are a few folks out there yelling "It's not even Thanksgiving yet!", but the time really does creep closer and it is important to start it off right. 


Last night, I had the pleasure of seeing The Gift of the Magi at The Player's Ring on Marcy Street. The Player's Ring is a black-box arena, home to a very intimate viewing experience, but don't let the size fool you.  Throughout the year, they prove themselves a fixture in the Seacoast arts scene and a fearless powerhouse, producing many locally written scripts and never shying from the shows that get audiences buzzing and debating. Last night they demonstrated their flexibility with a musical version of  a classic Christmas tale, The Gift of the Magi.


If you've never read the short story by O. Henry, you're missing out. It's a classic tale with a surprise ending- a reminder of the gifts of love and hope and why we come together to celebrate them every year. I work at Pickwick's Mercantile, so I know a lot about finding the perfect gift, but there is no substitute for something given with love.


The Player's Ring was the perfect platform for the story. The small theater, an ode to a Portsmouth of yore, put you right in the middle of the unfolding excitement. The music was catchy and well-executed, there was much humming on the way out the door, and the two leads, with their lovely voices, definitely did it justice. I appreciated the honesty of the production- it stuck to a simple set, simple costuming, and relied on the emotional investment of cast and crew to bring the heartache and triumph to life. They did so beautifully- my compliments to director, Deb Barry.

Emily Karel (Della) and Ben Bagley (James)
bring the love-birds to life!
At $15 a ticket and $12 for seniors and students, I recommend that you bring the whole family. It makes for a great date night and is completely appropriate for the gaggle of little ones, as well. There are six more opportunities to go down to the Players Ring to jump-start the holiday season with The Gift of the Magi. I will be very surprised if you do not come away with your heart thoroughly warmed.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Uncle Vanya in Maine

John-John (Brent Askari) and Sonny (Rebecca Rudolf)
 Holding down the homestead in turn-of-the-century Maine

I'm terribly sad that I am only getting to share with you about Uncle Vanya in Maine on the morning of its final performance. Last night, I ushered for Kittery's Star Theatre in Maine as they presented Kent Stephens' Stage Force's retelling of one Anton Chekhov's master works. I was expecting a wonderful show, being a little familiar with Chekhov from a theatre "geek" adolescence, but from the second I walked in and saw the lovely set waiting in the half-light, I knew I was in for something truly special. 

                                    

  The show exceeded my expectations in every way. The writing itself completely transported every one of us in the audience to the heart of rustic Maine and into the conflicted household of Uncle John-John and his oblivious nemesis, the Professor. I don't want to give away too much of the story, but  I will tell you that it will break your heart and then mend it, bringing laughter and sorrow in turn. I left with my heart incredibly light. Not only had I been renewed by a visit to the theatre, but I had the unique joy and privilege of committing a new and wonderful story to heart. My deepest thanks to the crew for their beautiful work, the actors for their eloquent, authentic performances, and to Kent Stephens' Stage Force and the Star Theatre in Kittery for giving us all the opportunity to take part. 

Fun Fact
I wore these shoes in high-school musicals.

So if you're reading this on Sunday, go go go! Your life will be greatly enriched by the passionate work of those who brought us Uncle Vanya in Maine. Pickwick's Mercantile was glad to sponsor this show and I was glad to attend!

The Star Theatre's
Kent Stephens' Stage Force
NHPR reports on Uncle Vanya in Maine