From Director to Critic

Criticism

I was recently asked to join the OnStage Critics Circle as a contributing columnist. The invitation really couldn’t have come at a better time. I was about to wrap up directing Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson and I had made a solemn vow to myself that when that show was done and dusted I would devote time every day to writing or, at the very least, do something that would further the development of one of my writing projects. Since we struck the show on Sunday, I have definitely lived up to the promise in some way or another.

It is an interesting segue, to say the least. I have directed at or been involved with all of the Connecticut theaters within a 20 mile radius of my home and, in some instances, beyond that radius. Through my active involvement in our theater community, I have have developed a fairly broad familiarity of the theaters, the people who run them and the artisans that bring their seasons to life. As such, I was a little hesitant to step out of the director’s chair and pick up the pen of the critic.

I have put some thought into the last 20 years in our community and how the presence of the theater critic has faded. When I first started working in the area, there were a lot of journalists, then of the ink and newsprint ilk, who attended our productions. We would wait with bated breath for their words of praise or damnation and it was, despite our contribution, a part of the process of bringing our art to life. As a result of the digital age, the circulation of printed news is dwindling and so are budgets. Not surprisingly, the arts are the first to go and in this case, published theater reviews in our neck of the woods have become few and far between.

I hesitated to take on the role of critic because of the personal relationships that I have with the theaters and the people that run them. Chances are that every show I will see will feature an actor or two I’ve worked with in the past, a director with whom I am familiar and will be at a theater that is known to me. I have concerns about where to draw that “conflict of interest” line.

After much thought, though, I have come to this conclusion: theatrical criticism is a dying art. Even the likes of Ben Brantley and Michael Riedel are losing their previous luster and sought after praise, so I truly feel there is a need in our community for opinion. While I am certainly nowhere near as accomplished the critics associated with New York theater, I am certainly a person who has both opinions and a pretty comprehensive understanding of the art. And I’m not a bad writer either. Bottom line, I feel I am qualified.

As for the personal relationships, I have seen local critics share their thoughts while they remain involved in the theater as actors or directors. So, as far as reviews that I will contribute to OnStage Critics Circle, I will follow these guidelines: (1) I will not review a show at a theater during a season in which I am slated to direct, (2) I will not review a show at a theater where I am serving as a member of the Board or on a Committee and (3) I will not review a show featuring my husband or another family member in the cast. I also promise to be as honest and fair in my reviews as possible, I will not review a show that I haven’t seen from beginning to end and I will accept invitations to review any show, regardless of my personal theatrical preferences. I believe those guidelines will serve to be a fair and reasonable foundation upon which I will place this next building block in my theatrical career.

So, with that, I will fold up my director’s chair and take a seat in the house, eager to see what the days ahead will bring. Break a leg, my friends, and I’ll see you at the show!

Hands Off The Typewriter

TUTSHands

As a director, there have been several times when I have encountered the challenges of getting a script on its feet in the way it is intended by the authors and the licensing house. In community theatre, you often find yourself being creative with casting – sometimes casting a female in a role written for a male, sometimes doubling up characters, sometimes changing a specified ethnicity and sometimes being creative with the staging so as not to offend audiences with certain sensibilities. These choices are made on what I can most definitely say is a blurred line between creative license and breach of contract. It doesn’t help when you see well-received professional productions bending genders or deviating from the original script.

Over the past couple of days, there has been a lot of press about TUTS Underground‘s production of Hands on a Hardbody. The director of that production made the decision to reassign solos, change the order of songs and even cut a song. Further to that, the director then invited the show’s creator to the opening night of the production. What some people might consider to be innocuous changes led to a blog by theatre veteran Howard Sherman and, eventually, a cease and desist letter being sent to TUTS from the licensing house. Meanwhile, in Milwaukee, David Mamet was issuing a cease and desist letter to Alchemist Theatre for casting a male actor in the Oleanna‘s lead female role.

I have to say, the writer in me is very aware of productions that take liberties with what is written on the page. That writer is a constant voice in my head when I am directing a show. I find it is my responsibility to remind actors that the words on the page are the word  that are to be spoken, the lyrics the ones to be sung and the intent of the show the one to be presented. Reigning actors in can be a difficult task at times, line flubs and enthusiastic ad libs certainly happen in live theatre, even on Broadway. However, making the conscious choice to deviate from the script is in the hands of the director, the producer and, ultimately, the governing body of that theatre.

For close to twenty years now one of my favorite productions has been Hair, the 60’s love rock musical that recently enjoyed a successful revival on Broadway. When I was in college, deeply moved by friends being deployed to Desert Storm, I relentlessly begged the department head to allow me to direct a production of Hair. He would respond by telling me that the music is great but the book was horrible. I would disagree, grumble and roar and then resign myself to that safety net of department sanctioned productions. Fifteen years later, Diane Paulus would reimagine what was to become the 2009 Tony Award Winner for Best Revival of a Musical. Indeed, that production was greatly altered and, in our war torn present, resonated with modern audiences in the way I suspected it would all those years ago. However, those changes were made with the direct involvement of James Rado, the author of the production. Unfortunately, however, the revival script of the musical is not available for licensing. Instead, community theatres are challenged with staging “The Bed,” seeing Sheila sleep with Claude as a gesture and Berger pounding on Claude’s grave with glow-in-the-dark drumsticks (an ending that I maintain still has great potential).

Ironically, instead of directing Hair, I ended up directing Pippin, a revival that is currently playing on Broadway and was also decorated with a Tony for Best Revival of a Musical. I had seen a production of it a few years back and noted that the ending of the play had changed. Apparently, Stephen Schwartz was never happy with the “Not bad for the end of a musical comedy – ta da!” ending and, in fact, prefers the newer ending where Theo finds himself embarking on a soul-searching journey with the Leading Player and the Players. Again, this is a change that has been made by the author. When I did that production, it was with a female Leading Player, a gender change that Stephen Schwartz endorses, whereas Mamet and his people are deeply protective of his original scripts and changes to gender.

I was recently entertaining the idea of throwing my hat into the ring to direct a show that I think would be a wonderful creative challenge. However, the script calls for an actor of a specific ethnicity and makes references to his cultural background in the script. Knowing the challenges that we have casting ethnically diverse shows in our area, I asked the theatre to speak with the author to find out if we would be given permission to change the character and the lines. When I am a writer, my fingers belong on the keyboard. When I am directing, they do not. I asked that question because I know it is the right thing to do – for myself, for the theatres I work with, for the authors and for the audience.

The important thing to take away here is that the question needs to be asked. Sometimes you’ll encounter a Stephen Schwartz and get the author’s blessing, sometimes you’ll be dealing with a David Mamet and will have to ditch your new approach to the material. Every time you will avoid being the subject of a controversy that ends up on the landing page of Playbill.com.

Dreams of Eponine & Elphaba

I realized today that Wicked is to today’s generation what Les Miserables was to mine. Since Les Miserables ran for so long and I find my performance opportunities to be limited to community theatre, dreams of portraying Eponine have given way to the hope that I might one day be cast as Madame Thenardier.

Eponine & Elphaba

Imagine all those Elphaba wannabes coming to the realization that by the time the rights become available for Wicked the only role they will be suited for will be Madame Morrible.

Mme Thenardier & Mme Morrible

Funny how in both circumstances the dreamer ends up portraying a madame.