Sunday, March 21, 2010

*Lysistrata* and "Greek Week" at Gonzaga U



Lysistrata ... isn't that the comedy with the men stuck in an endless war, so the women go on a sex strike, and the men can't fight anymore because (as becomes enormously evident when they reappear onstage) particular bodily appendages of theirs have become enflamed with desire?

Yeah, some jokes -- even when they're 2,400 years old -- never grow old.

The Civic's production in 2004 had the men flouncing around with polystyrene swimming pool "noodles" protruding upwards from their groins. (Wires provided added, um, stiffness.)

And when you're attached to a stiff noodle, it's difficult to maintain even a modicum of dignity. (That Aristophanes, such a joker.)

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Kevin Connell -- the Jesuit priest who is principal at Gonzaga Prep and who will be directing the Gonzaga U production of Lysistrata at the Magnuson Theater in College Hall, March 25-28 -- has advised Bobo that the G.U. males actors won't have any noodles, "though we've found an interesting and, I think, unique way" to represent the men's, er, predicament.

Don't bring the kids, but do bring your sense of humor.

Bring your sense of historical curiosity, too, because the production will be surrounded by the activities of "Greek Week." Here's a rundown:

Monday, March 22
Crosby Student Center, 9 am-7 pm, "The Homer-athon"
Students and faculty read The Odyssey. Yes, all 12,000 lines of it.

Tuesday, March 23
Jepson Center, 4:30 pm
G.U. prof discusses Lysistrata in the context of the Peloponnesian War (431-404 BCE)

Wednesday, March 24
Jepson Center, 4:30 pm
G.U. lecturer discusses the "desperate housewives" of Aristophanes' comedy

Thursday, March 25
Jepson Center, 4:30 pm
Whitman professor discusses the physical layout of ancient Greek theaters
(Lysistrata, 7:30 pm; see below for details)

Friday, March 26
Jepson Center, 4:30 pm
big-name Univ. of British Columbia prof discusses the play's stagecraft
(Lysistrata, 7:30 pm)

Saturday, March 27
10 am, somewhere on campus
"Student Olympics," which sounds like a lot of frat boys in togas throwing javelins at each other
noon, Jundt Art Center:
Reed prof discusses ancient comedy and Athenian politics
2 pm, Lysistrata
4:30 pm, Jundt:
Utah prof discusses modern productions of Greek plays
7:30 pm, Lysistrata

Sunday, March 28
Lysistrata, 2 pm (all performances will have post-play discussions, too)

Trivia:
Real-life sex strikes were conducted by women in Colombia in 2006 and in Kenya in 2009. Also, the tail end of this post by Michael Riedel in the New York Post about the upcoming all-black production on Broadway of Yasmina Reza's God of Carnage includes a mention of a new musical based on Lysistrata. It's by a playwright who's been produced at two Spokane theaters, and it's called Give It Up! (Seems the cheerleaders are holding out on the basketball team.)


Lysistrata
Thursday-Saturday, March 25-27, at 7:30 pm, and Saturday-Sunday, March 27-28, at 2 pm
Tickets: $12; $10, G.U. employees; $8, students
Gonzaga, Magnuson Theater, east end of College Hall
502 E. Boone Ave.
Visit: gonzaga.edu/theatrearts
Call: 313-6553

For Spokane theater news, visit both stagethrust.blogspot.com and inlander.com under "Arts & Culture," theater blog.

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Thursday, November 12, 2009

*Take Me Out* review


Only one performance remains (Friday the 13th at 10 pm) and rumor suggests that Gonzaga's Magnuson Theater will be packed. (Donations requested.)
Kevin Connell's more-than-just-semi-staged readers theater presentation is good enough that you wish these nine guys (yes, nine, in a baseball play) could take a few more weeks to rehearse and mount a full production.
Richard Greenberg's play takes on such important, resonant topics -- race, gender, sexuality, class, wealth, non-communication, the National Pastime -- that it deserves to be heard and studied and discussed. Connell stages it effectively, with game sequences in slo-mo simulation, and a shrine to baseball shining up front, and everybody wearing Empires uniforms with their names on the back, and hunks drawing gasps as they stripped to their waists for simulated shower scenes.
Yeah, even if you're not listening all that closely, it's a crowd-pleaser.
Let's start with possible improvements. Diction has to improve by tomorrow night: It's been awhile since I've heard so many dropped final consonants. (The A/C and some over-loud music intro's drown out some bits of dialogue, which is too bad, because Greenberg writes witty repartee.) Projection and volume can be a concern with nearly every character. Laugh lines and significant lines were stepped on in half a dozen places: The cast needs to let the emotional hammer (or tickle of laughter) register with hearers before actors start rushing into the next line.
But these are small flaws, fixable if only this could go on to a full production.
It's remarkable how much of this play the cast has already memorized -- given all the stage business that Connell has engineered, scripts just have to be discarded momentarily.

Everyone will want to hear about the star (played here by a real-life star). Well, Darren Lemming's name is ironic -- Lemming is no follower -- and Steven Gray mostly lives up to the role's demands. He could one-hand his script instead of clutching it with both hands for dear life in some sequences, but he's got the self-assured, lazy coolness of a standout athlete who knows that he's a standout. (Just like Darren; just like Gray himself.) Gray's natural smirk (all this is a joke, right? he's just goofin' on ya) serves him very well for most of the 80 minutes, when Darren IS amused by the all the gay men fawning over him, the rookie who, he says, "am in awe of you." But in the later, darker, more disturbing episodes, Gray's smirk did him a disservice -- Darren's more somber by then. Still, watching Gray act is like watching what college SHOULD be all about: jocks demonstrating that there's more to them than jockdom, that the arts matter too. Gray's engaging, funny, narcissistic, violent, sobered. You won't come across many life-imitates-art opportunities like this performance.
The cast was solid. Bing Blalock, for example, brought the uncomprehending hillbilly rage that's required in the show's bigoted John Rocker character. But the most exciting find in this production is freshman Andrew Garcia in the gay accountant role of Mason Marzac: gangly, fey, bubbling over with baseball mania, star-struck, drunk, ranging all over the stage even as you sensed that his character just wanted to crawl up inside himself and stay there.

Bobo directed this show once at the Civic, also as readers theater, and I gotta say ... in nearly every respect, this show's better. A tip of the baseball cap to "bat boy" Kevin Connell and his cast and crew -- and a wave to everybody who's thinking of rounding third and charging into Magnuson tomorrow night. Come on home and get taken out of yourself. Take Me Out offered a consistently engrossing 80 minutes.

Postscript: Connell announced in his curtain speech, among other upcoming Gonzaga productions, that the next readers theater project there, in February, will be a semi-staged version of To Kill a Mockingbird, in conjunction with The Big Read (the NEA-sponsored national program which encourages entire cities to focus on a single American classic for a month) and that late March will bring "Greek Week" (historians and others illuminating the customs of 2,500 years ago in conjunction with Connell's own production of Aristophanes' sex-strike-and-giant-phalluses comedy, Lysistrata.

[photo: playwright Richard Greenberg; from broadwayworld.com]

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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

*Take Me Out* at Gonzaga, Nov. 11-13



What if a player very much like Alex Rodriguez (or Derek Jeter?), while playing for a team very much like this year's World Series-bound New York Yankees, casually let drop during a press conference that he's gay? What if he were so self-assured (and even arrogant) that he assumed no one would really care? And what if he then became the idol of gay men across America -- and the cause of deep, deep discomfort among conservative (and even homophobic) players, both in his own team's locker room and on opposing teams?

The Gonzaga Readers Theater Project presents Richard Greenberg's play (which ran in New York in 2002-03), directed by Gonzaga Prep principal Kevin Connell and performed by Gonzaga University actors, on Wednesday-Thursday, Nov. 11-12, at 7 pm and on Friday, Nov. 13, at 10 pm (yes, 10 pm) in the Magnuson Theater at the east end of College Hall, on the GU campus at 502 E. Boone Ave. Donations requested; definitely NOT for children.

In an intriguing bit of casting, Steven Gray (the 6-5 junior guard from Bainbridge, Wash., on the Zags' basketball team) will be reading the central role of Darren Lemming, star centerfielder of the New York "Empires."

[ photo: Steven Gray, two years ago as a freshman, when he had broken his wrist early in the season; from slipperstillfits.com ]

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Saturday, July 11, 2009

*The Taming of the Shrew,* outdoors Aug. 8-16




The Way-Off-Broadway Theater Group invites you to bring picnics and blankets and lounge on the grass (in an enclosed courtyard on the west side of the Gonzaga Prep campus) for a free, abridged, 90-minute outdoor performance of Shakespeare's comedy, directed by Kevin Connell, principal at G-Prep.

Four matinees over two weekends: Saturdays and Sundays at 2 pm on Aug. 8-9 and Aug. 15-16.

Connell himself will play Baptista Minola, father of Bianca and of Katherine the Shrew. The production, in modern dress, will be performed by Gonzaga University students but on the campus of Gonzaga Prep, 1224 E. Euclid Ave., just east of Nevada St. Seating will be on the grass. Park in G-Prep's west parking lot. Call Connell at 994-2788.
[photo: Millie Duchow as Katherine and Michael Heye as Petruchio, left, struggle as Lucentio, Baptista, Hortensio and Gremio look on, in the Way-Off-Broadway Theater Group production of *Shrew* at G-Prep, August '09]

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Saturday, March 21, 2009

*Judas* redux, April 9 at Gonzaga


Thursday, April 9, at 10 pm -- yes, 10 pm.
Gonzaga University, Jepson Center, Wolff Auditorium
The Gonzaga Readers Theater Project presents a late-night encore performance of its hit production of *The Last Days of Judas Iscariot.* The play, by *Sopranos* scripter Stephen Guirgis, depicts a wildly surreal trial in which characters from Satan to Mother Teresa debate revoking Judas’ damnation. *Inlander* critic Michael Bowen called it “laugh-out-loud funny but also profound.”
(Bobo's been blurbed in his own blog!)
(Admission is free, though donations are encouraged.)
[ painting: The Kiss of Judas, by Giotto, c. 1304 ]

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Friday, February 27, 2009

A Judas kiss


Two nights left on *The Last Days of Judas Iscariot* at GU's Jepson Center. (Fri-Sat at 7 pm; see Feb. 18 post below.) You should consider going to see it. It's free. Director Kevin Connell has cut a 2:40 play down to 1:10. It's well acted. Scripts are in hand, but large swathes are memorized. Actors are costumed, and they make entrances from all over the house. It's irreverent as hell -- there are a couple of lines so shocking and blasphemous that the audience just went quiet -- but Guirgis' play will make you rethink, not just your attitude toward biblical accounts but your whole notion of forgiveness. It feels much more like a full production than most readers theater shows. Oh, sure, there are weaknesses -- a couple of characters "act black" because apparently those roles were played by African-Americans in the premiere, including ghetto expressions that seem ungainly coming out of the mouths of white Zag undergraduates -- but this is a mere quibble. Connell has directed inventively, his actors are living their characters' problems, and it's a remarkable study of how moral absolutes (Mother Teresa, perfect; Judas, despicable) are merely labels. All this, and one of the main visual effects of the entire show simply didn't function at all on opening night. Plus no basketball game to conflict with, so the last two shows should be even better. It's laugh-out-loud funny but also profound, and it's short and free. You can go out later and be decadent -- just like Satan and Judas talk about in this fine production.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

*The Last Days of Judas Iscariot*



a readers theater production of the courtroom comedy/drama by Stephen Adly Guirgis
on Thursday-Saturday, Feb. 26-28, at 7 pm
at Gonzaga University's Wolff Auditorium, which is a large lecture hall inside the Jepson Center, which is just east of the Jundt Art Center (with its distinctive copper steeple)
Free

directed by Kevin Connell, S.J., principal of Gonzaga Prep


[ photo: playwright Stephen Adly Guirgis, from theatermania.com ]

A 2002 British Theatre Guide interview with Guirgis (who has an Egyptian father and Irish-American mother) is
here.
A snip:
Guirgis was possibly "the worst-ever student [at SUNY Albany]. He studied theatre, occasionally, and spent seven-and-a-half years over his four-year degree course. The degree that he came out with was as much in Partying as in Theatre.

A theatrical trailer for the May 2008 London production is at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xmvui0MzV5E

[photo of top of this post is the production poster for the London production at the Almeida Theatre, March-May 2008]

The Talkin' Broadway review is here.

A March 2005 review by Ben Brantley in the N.Y. Times is here.
A snip:
"The colorful vernacular speech, studded with obscenities and brand names, and flashy performances, steeped in Frank Capraesque whimsy, can't disguise the impression that the play is a heavily footnoted position paper on a big, big subject.
Set in a courtroom in a corner of purgatory called Hope, "Judas Iscariot" considers nothing less than the conflict between divine mercy and human free will. If God is all-forgiving, the play asks, then why is Judas condemned to an eternity in hell?"

Phillip Seymour Hoffman directed, with Sam Rockwell as Judas and Eric Bogosian as Satan; this performance at the Public Theater was its premiere.

from Wikipedia:
*The Last Days of Judas Iscariot* tells the story of Judas while in purgatory litigates with his lawyers for the for entry into heaven. The play uses flashbacks to an imagined childhood, and lawyers who call for the testimonies of such witnesses as Mother Teresa, Caiaphas, Sigmund Freud and Satan."

Other plays by Guirgis:
In Arabia We'd All Be Kings (a grim portrait of life on the streets; Guirgis grew up on the Upper West Side and went to school in Harlem -- a life much like that of the young adults in Kenneth Lonergan's This Is Our Youth)

Our Lady of 121st Street (an alcoholic nun dies -- and then her body miraculously [?] disappears)

Jesus Hopped the A Train (about an underdog who won't give up)

Den of Thieves (a black comedy about a burglary that goes south)

ADDED 2/19/09:
Q&A with director Kevin Connell:

Bobo: How will you differentiate the courtroom drama from the flashbacks?
Father Connell: The means by which the characters enter the play will, I hope, distinguish the scenes which take place outside the trial itself.
We will be relying greatly, however, upon the audience to “piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.”

Honestly now: Would the Gonzaga administration have approved a play with lots of F-bombs in it if it WERE NOT being directed by a Jesuit?
I do not think we really asked them. The play itself has a great Jesuit pedigree through James Martin, S.J. He’s a New York Jesuit who was a theological consultant on the original production and wrote a highly regarded book about it called *A Jesuit Off-Broadway.*
The play’s language is incredibly rough, but so is Dante’s in *The Inferno,* one of the greatest pieces of Catholic literature ever written. What is important, I think, is not whether some the characters talk like sailors (which several of the Apostles were, sort of), but whether its depiction of Christ and Christianity is fair, reverent, and respectful. I think this play is utterly sound on that point. (And Jesus doesn’t swear.)

I'd love to hear from a priest on the topic of religious doubt: Doesn't it undermine belief to raise it, especially in the provocative, iconoclastic way that Guirgis does?
This play deals with the religious value of religious doubt very honestly. As a Catholic and a priest, I think religious doubt is vital to the development of religious faith. When I was a little boy, I asked my father, who was a very devout Catholic, why all the fish died during Noah’s flood. He told me, “There was so much water their gills clogged.” For a 4-year-old, that answer worked. If I had been happy with answer my whole life, however, I’d have grown up to be a pretty lame Christian. I probably AM a lame Christian, but whatever of value there is to my faith is the result of doubts and questions. Guirgis picks the Latin scripture quotation "Domine Adjuva Incredulitatem Meam” (“Lord, help my unbelief!” ) as the epigraph for his first act.
What I love about this play is that it challenges us to tell the difference between doubt and despair. Many, many of the play’s characters find that Christ does not live up to their expectations. Some of them find a way beyond that and some choose not to.

Does the play ultimately suggest that God is not ALL-forgiving, especially of those who betray him?
I think this play resoundingly affirms the loving, forgiving nature of God. As Jesus says in the play, “If you hate who I love, you do not know me at all. And make no mistake, ‘Who I love’ is every last one.”

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Saturday, January 31, 2009

opening-night review of *The Women of Lockerbie*


(at the Civic's Studio Theatre through Feb. 22)

Grief Tolled and Retold




A group of people gathered in a circle, bearing witness to a ritual. Lips pursed, shoulders hunched, eyes averted from the racking sobs of a mother overwhelmed by grief. Her son has been dead these seven years. The sadness is almost more than the people watching her can bear.
*The Women of Lockerbie* (through Feb. 22) concentrates the enormity of terrorists' mass murder into a shared, communal event. Playwright Deborah Brevoort's dramatic lament is capable of great power when shared in a small room with dozens of others.
But it squanders emotional impact with obvious and unnatural exposition and with a Greek chorus device that too often intrudes to explain everything we just witnessed. And one of the central performances in the Civic's production stands outside grief, as if observing sadness, not enacting it.
Bill and Madeline Livingston led a comfortable middle-class life until a nightmare scenario exploded into their lives: Seven years ago, a terrorist's bomb on Pan Am 103 had incinerated their adult son, leaving no trace at all. The residents of the Scottish town which was the crash site offer comfort and consolation, but Bill remains stoic, and Madeline is still tearing her hair out.
Or should be, which is the problem: Kate Vita needs to let go more in the role, let her grief and anger overflow. It's an overwhelming task, like being asked to do Lady Macbeth's mad scene without a warm-up. But the actress playing Madeline has to hit an emotional peak at the outset. Vita instead offers a kind of ironic detachment, as if still in denial. (She's surprised to hear that she always used to get angry over what she'd like to recall instead as endearing moments that she shared with her son.) Perhaps Vita is playing the perfectionistic side of Madeline's character: She was a perfect housewife, a perfect mother, and now she needs to be show-off perfect in her grief.
But the chorus underlines her every mood change (telling us unnecessarily that Madeline, in hyper-grief mode, resembles a tree split down the middle by lightning). Again and again, they explain mood changes just as things start to get emotionally interesting, undermining the scenes' intensity.
In contrast, as the grieving father, Kevin Connell earns his grief by keeping it under control at first. After he informs the Lockerbie women (and us) that his wife has been on a seven-year crying jag and is now wandering the Scottish moors, wildly searching for clothes (of her son's) that will never be found, watch for Connell's look of resignation and averted eyes as he delegates to strangers the painful task of dealing with his own wife. A speech about returning Adam's clothes to unaware department store clerks constrains the anger and sadness, even though you can see it boiling behind his eyes. A speech about religious doubt -- about how God must be absent, about how there is no "lesson" in Adam's death, because that would mean he had died just to enlighten his father -- gains power from being delivered by a real-life Jesuit. And later, Connell scuttles across the stage, frantic, getting in his wife's face, imploring her to let go of Adam and hold on to the man in her family who's still alive. You could hear his labored breathing; you sensed the emotional price it had all exacted.
Connell has the less demanding job -- constrain, restrain, then explode -- as opposed to Vita's need to be frantic/angry/desperate, then cling to that intensity until nearly the play's end. Yet Vita's performance still has several good moments. When she heard about the explosion, she says, Madeline had been rolling pie dough, just "the way my mother taught me" -- and Vita's tenderness in the moment encapsulates just how much a parent's love means, how awful it is when that bond is broken.
As the leader of the Lockerbie chorus, Marianne McLaughlin has an intensity that pierces the unnaturalism of the trio's sometimes clichéd chanting. There's anguish on her face, though it's kept in check until a late-play revelation creates one of her most riveting moments.
Director Sara Edlin-Marlowe keeps the energy circulating in the Studio's theater-in-the-round intimacy, even if the three-woman chorus often walks, sits, stands too much in unison, like an over-choreographed trio of woe. She varies her use of the four exit-entrances in Peter Hardie's set, providing a sense of offstage action and using elevations well to emphasize when characters are dominant or downtrodden. She inserts some playful dances and some startling confrontations that relieve the gloom. (Sitting in an audience of Americans while hearing that Americans can be such damn know-it-alls has a humbling effect. We don't know everything there is to know about grieving -- or anything else.)
Jan Wanless and Susan Berger provide scarves and tweeds that make you feel the chill of the North Sea wind. Hardie's lighting scheme, however, sometimes brightens and darkens obtrusively, straining too hard to affect mood.
Brevoort's drama is still effective as a communal, ritualistic experience, and *Lockerbie* offers two piercing images near its end: bleeding flesh becomes a symbol of the self-hatred that turns to masochism when hatred for others is harbored for a long time. And in a final gesture of generosity and healing, grief is mitigated when finally the focus falls away from me, me, me, my grief to the concerns of others. In this world, no one's sadness is unique.
It was deeply affecting to watch the Livingstons, each in their own way, try to fend off a pain that would not go away -- and eventually to get the best of it. (Or at least much of it.) The Civic's production offers a couple of outstanding performances and several good ones, and it's undeniably affecting to see a married couple (along with an entire town) ripping out their hearts as they try to stifle hatred and replace it with a love of life, a willingness to continue the daily struggle. But uneven acting and a script that explains too much keep the Civic's *Lockerbie* from being a completely enthralling experience.

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Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Kevin Connell on directing *Curse*



Kevin Connell, S.J., is the principal at G-Prep and the director of *Curse of the Starving Class* (opening Friday at G.U.)
Here he discusses such topics as why nudity doesn't work onstage; Sam Shepard's sometimes unrealistic stage directions; Shepard's slight revisions for the 30th anniversary of *Curse*; why Connell chose *Curse* for production; the amazing prescience of *Curse* in these our benighted economic hard times; alcoholic and abusive parents; how Shepard's "family" plays echo Greek tragedy; how even ancient plays can have contemporary resonance — and especially, the considerable dangers of "space llamas."

Bobo: As a Jesuit priest, was it any easier for you to get administration clearance for the onstage urinating, semi-nudity and implied lamb-killing?

Kevin Connell: My position as a Jesuit really didn’t have any bearing on the approval of the play by the department. We discussed only the practical problems of “faking” someone urinating onstage and the potential headaches of involving a live animal in a production. There is no actual urinating or physical exposure, so that wasn’t a problem.
Even when I first considered the play, I knew I wouldn’t ask to include the nudity because I don’t think nudity ever really “works” onstage. I think it destroys our suspension of disbelief by forcing us to think about the actor as an actor, rather than as a character. Because of the way our culture thinks of nudity, it is very difficult for an audience not to focus more on the actor’s potential personal discomfort as a person more than on the character’s experience. The artistic obstacles nudity creates seem to me to outweigh any potential gain it offers, so I never considered including it.

We are not using a real lamb for two reasons: First, nearly every review of every production I could find mentioned how distracting the lamb can be on stage. Twenty years ago I appeared in a Flash Gordon-style production of Shakespeare’s *Pericles* at the Idaho Shakespeare Festival. That show featured a “space llama” which, in just one brief scene, caused far more headaches (including spitting at audience members) than he was worth. That memory made me very hesitant to include a real lamb in our production.
Second, Sam Shepard is a brilliant playwright, but the prop demands he makes of theater companies are not always realistic. The stage directions of *La Turista* call for a chicken to be killed onstage, and when I appeared in *True West* at Harvard, we had to find an expensive-looking electric typewriter to destroy with a golf club in each performance. (The actor involved was also a college hockey player, so we ended up replacing most of the golf clubs too.) Shepard’s current Broadway show, *Kicking a Dead Horse,* requires as its main prop a life-size, completely realistic-looking dead horse. (I’ve read that in the stage directions Shepard helpfully suggests using a real dead horse, if possible.)
When he wrote a real live baby lamb into *Curse,* Sam seemed to forget that not every production of the show would take place in the spring. I did locate a local man who offered to provide us with a real lamb, but he informed me that come late October, it would be about the size of a German shepherd. That (together with memories of the horned space llama) was enough for me to pass on the lamb.

Bobo: I posted a link on my blog to a review of that ACT performance on the 30th anniversary. The insult "meatloaf" got changed to a more vulgar epithet — and of course Act Two divides in two for intermission. At what point, exactly? Any other updating of the language? When did you first seriously consider the play this time slot? How long ago did you realize that the "invisible money" and piling-up-debt passages would reflect our current financial crisis — the day the market first plunged?

Connell: We have retained the “meat ball” insult intact and not updated the language in any way. In fact, our production —helped along immensely by Prep’s costumer, Summer Berry, and by student designer Michael Cowley — is anchored firmly in the late 1970s. Then-president Jimmy Carter and the Partridge Family even have surprise cameos. Our major departure from the script is the re-imagining of the character of “Ellis,” a “Boss Hogg” –style character who appears in the play’s second act.
I contacted the ACT about getting a copy of the script they used (which Shepard himself adapted), but had no luck. We have divided the play into two acts right in the middle of the second act when Weston, the patriarch, passes out drunk on the kitchen table. This gives us very manageable play of two acts, each of which runs just under an hour.
I [wanted to do] *Curse* for several reasons. I think Sam Shepard is the greatest American playwright of our time, and I have wanted to work on a production of *Curse* ever since I saw the Oregon Shakespeare Festival’s production in the 1980s. I think *Curse* is the perfect Shepard play to produce at a university since the struggle between parents and the emerging adulthood of children is part of the students’ own experiences — and because it offers better acting roles for women than other Shepard works like *Buried Child,* *True West* or *The Tooth of Crime.*
I also wanted to do the play because I think it addresses the glaring injustice of the widening chasm between the very rich and everybody else in this country. But I really began to notice the freakish accuracy of Shepard’s economic prophecies as I was re-reading and researching the play this summer. The director of the San Francisco production commented on the appropriateness of their doing the show “when the half the homes in America are being foreclosed.” I started noticing the horrible similarities between our world and that of play after reading that. In rehearsals, we’ve spent more time on those sections of the play than I think we would have if the Tate family’s economic problems were only a dated 20th century “curse” facing them.
Even when it involves space llamas, I love it when our theatrical past illuminates our political present. I recall reading how just a year or so into the U.S. invasion of Iraq, audiences in New York were silenced when a character in production of Aeschylus’ 2500-year old play *The Persians* said, “We listened so closely to the rattling of our swords, we could not hear the rotting of our country.”

Bobo: Weston/Wesley, Ella/Emma — in what ways are you emphasizing the childishness of the parents and the grudging need to be responsible by the two teenagers, that whole inversion?

Connell: I think it’s easier for me to understand at 46 than it is for my actors to grasp at 19 or 22 that no matter how determined one is not to let it happen, we all to some degree turn into our parents. We have to tried to catch that in key physical moments — when the mother’s and daughter’s poses in a doorway are nearly identical, for example.
In many ways, I think Weston — who is very closely based on Shepard’s own father — is a textbook abusive alcoholic parent, physically and mentally mistreating his family out of his own self-loathing. We have tried to bring out that dynamic in the family’s interactions.
The strongest focus for our production, though, is the idea of the “curse” of the seeming impossibility of becoming something different than what you are — the mountainous obstacles to attaining even the simplest dreams in this country, which fills our heads with impossible dreams every chance it gets. I think *Curse* is an incredibly funny play, but I also think it’s incredibly sad. We have tried to emphasize that every character in the show, not just the Tates, have dreams they long to achieve — but the only ones who seem to succeed are the absolutely worst people in the play, whom we barely even see.

Bobo: The fridge strikes me as a heavy-handed, over-emphasized symbol. Perhaps you disagree. But if you agree, what steps are you taking not to hit the audience over the head with it?

Connell: I agree that the refrigerator is not exactly the subtlest of symbols, but we have not shied away from using it. A lot.
I took a cue from my director when I played Austin in *True West.* We thought the toasters were a rather goofy symbol of picket fence / “Beaver Cleaver” America. Still, rather than ignore them, we embraced them. We’d go through two loaves of bread every performance making toast. It actually made the show much funnier and oddly anchored it even more firmly in reality.
I have tried to do the same thing with the refrigerator. We actually use it more than Shepard calls for, but I’ve encouraged the actors to find creative ways of dealing with it that emphasize each character’s “hunger” for something better than what they have. A creative actor can do a lot more with a cool prop like a refrigerator than just open it.

Bobo: Naturalistic (trashed kitchen) vs. non-naturalistic elements (the poetry of Wesley's speech about his dad coming home drunk, etc.): Do you seek to balance the two, make your production a blend of real and unreal? Or not?

Connell: I think the technical aspects of our production balance the naturalistic and poetic aspects of Shepard’s writing very well.
Our set design, by GU’s visiting Technical Director, Marcus J. Todd, and two student designers (Laurel Clark and Ann Zimmerscheid) is insightful and eloquent. Just as the Tates’ house isn’t worth nearly what any of the Tates think it’s worth, our set both physically is there and isn’t there. One of the student designers suggested encircling the set with a fence. This has made staging the play more difficult, since it limits the amount of playing space and possible entrances and exits. But I think it has also made our staging truer to the world of the play and is a brilliant way of communicating the image of being “trapped” which dominates many of Shepard’s best plays.
All three of Shepard’s “family trilogy” of plays (*Curse,* *Buried Child,* and *True West*) follow the example of classical Greek drama in embodying the hopes and fears of a whole culture in a single family. The only difference is that instead of the House of Atreus, Shepard gives us some failed California avocado farmers in *Curse* — which also adheres faithfully to Aristotle’s call for a “unity of time.” Each act in the play’s original three-act structure covers one day from morning to evening. Our student lighting designer Katie Brosz has worked with Marcus Todd to catch that in a subtle shifting of lights that suggest the rapid passage of time, while limiting self-consciously artistic lighting to only the ends of acts.

Bobo: Funny/sad elements ("Why'd you cook my chicken?" and the sometimes complete disregard of others' needs or even physical presence) — in rehearsal, did you talk to your student-actors about how to make certain passages simultaneously funny and sad?

Connell: What I love about Sam Shepard’s writing is his ability to find epic poetry in 20th- and 21st-century English the way we speak it west of the Great Plains, while writing plays like *True West,* which explore the lighter side of the story of Cain and Abel. What I’ve tried to help my actors discover about playing Shepard is that his characters are just like us. Most comedies are funny because the characters are saying and doing things that even a grouchy middle-aged Jesuit like me can see are supposed to be “funny”: Malvolio is in love so he puts on some silly socks. Shepard sees that the rational, level-headed, and “important” things we do are usually the craziest, goofiest, funniest mistakes we ever make.

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Thursday, October 16, 2008

*Curse of the Starving Class* at Gonzaga


It used to be Russell Theater in the Admin Building. Now it's the Magnuson Theater in College Hall.
Gonzaga's done a million-dollar renovation to its '40s-era-gymnasium of a theater, now with raked seats, new lighting and more.
They'll open it with Sam Shepard's 1978 play, *Curse of the Starving Class,* directed by the principal of Gonzaga Prep, Fr. Kevin Connell.
Shepard's seriocomic, poetic, off-kilter treatment of a dysfunctional American family — screaming at each other, about to be invaded from outside, fearful of losing their home, with nothing to eat in the refrigerator — should seem relevant a time in America when there are more than a million foreclosures annually. That's a million families reflected in the bitter/hilarious tribulations of Emma and Ella, Weston and Wesley.

5/13/08 *New York Times* review by Charles Isherwood of a production at ACT in S.F. is
here. Read all the way to the end of the review for a couple amazingly prescient quotes from Shepard's play -- for example, about how our American dream (recently shattered by a worldwide financial implosion) was all built on "invisible money."

Friday-Saturday, Oct. 24-25, at 7:30 pm
Saturday, Oct. 25, at 2 pm
Thursday, Oct. 30, and Saturday, Nov. 1, at 7:30 pm
Sunday, Nov. 2, at 2 pm
Tickets: $12; $10, faculty and staff; $8, students
Call 313-6553
Be prepared for some (implied?) onstage urinating, male nudity (here, underpantsed -- this is a Catholic school, you know) and some (mercifully offstage) animal cruelty. Baa, baa ...

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