tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-147700242024-03-07T15:06:32.619-05:00metaDRAMAbelletristic bemusementsAaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-67580388160863061902008-03-16T23:30:00.002-04:002008-03-16T23:33:36.385-04:00Time Flies When You're Having Fun (But Finding Yourself Without Any Time To Write Down What You Really Want To Say)So in the interests of that horrendously long but accurate title for this post, I'm closing up shop here at metaDRAMA. I'm going to try consolidating my so-called "belletristic bemusements" with my actual reviews of plays over at <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com">That Sounds Cool</a>, in the hopes that merging all the thoughts I'm having about theater, both in what I'm seeing and what I'm reading, will help me become more timely in my posts. So far, it's worked: the fourth "<a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/03/metadrama-critical-thought-4-yes-but.html">Critical Thought</a>" is posted over there right now. Thanks for bearing with me as I try to flesh out what exactly I <span style="font-style: italic;">want</span> to do with all this criticism, and where I hope it will lead me in the future. Your thoughts, as always, are welcome. (Only you might want to do them over there, as I'll stop checking this blog.)Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-56624420177253843312008-02-02T14:41:00.000-05:002008-02-02T15:53:48.636-05:00A Base of BiasesAs I continue to explore what it means for <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> to write criticism, one class I took in college keeps coming back to me, ENG 450N. The whole purpose of that course, "Evaluating Literature" was based upon coming up with a series of criteria (which would evolve over the semester) and then straining them down to a list of recognizable biases that could identify what works and doesn't -- at the most primal level -- for us. In the interests of being fair to my own writing, and in continuing to grow it, I wanted to explore why I had such an emotional reaction to <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/02/fabrik.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Fabrik</span></a>. This came out in part from <a href="http://matthewfreeman.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-ive-seen-recently.html">Matthew Freeman's self-awareness after <span style="font-style: italic;">Happy Days</span></a>, and also from a series of <a href="http://showshowdown.blogspot.com/2008/01/apartment-3a.html">comments I received from Anonymous in response to something I'd blogged about </a><span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://showshowdown.blogspot.com/2008/01/apartment-3a.html">Apartment 3A</a> </span>for the Show Showdown race.<br /><br />First and foremost: <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/02/fabrik.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Fabrik</span></a> is, as I say in my review, the second play that's ever made me really lose myself in tears. I'm not talking about choking up a little, as with <span style="font-style: italic;">Journey's End</span>: I'm talking about needing to sit in the theater after the show for a few minutes afterward, unable to really speak intelligibly, and then having a lump in my throat for the rest of the night. In other words: powerful stuff. Thinking back, the only other time that'd ever happened to me was seeing a college production of <span style="font-style: italic;">Cabaret</span>, and I knew that had hit home only because I knew the actor playing Herr Schultz. That's when it hit me: I could've seen myself in his shoes, too, standing there in my fruit shop, a Nazi youth having just thrown a brick through my window, and me, remarking naively that it was OK, they wouldn't do anything to me, for I was, first and foremost, a German, just like them. Sobering thought, especially given how false that thought turned out to be. But whereas I'd usually be able to pull back behind the fourth wall and hide myself from any real feeling (the tragic flaw of the audience), knowing the actor forced me to confront the scene, and from there, every effect was amplified across the boards and into my heart. <br /><br />But <span style="font-style: italic;">Fabrik</span> is about a puppet -- why was it able to hit me? Could've been the intimacy of the theater -- the miniature scale of the action itself made the small, delicate movements all the bigger. It could've been that I was sitting in the front row, just feet away from the giant German boots stomping a puppet prisoner to death. It could've been the soft classical music reverberating -- I'm always a sucker for an emotional score. More directly, I think it was again that it spoke to me through my work as an artist: this time, the aestheticism of the violence pulled my strings, so to speak. Not to mention that, due to some bad memories of Hebrew School as a child (don't ever force a kid through years of religious study), I had the repressions of my own making rising up in me. <br /><br />So then, what do I want to see on stage? First -- and this should be no surprise to those who have read my reviews -- I prize aestheticism above all else. A show that is elegantly and creatively directed already has an advantage. If it's going to be a black-box, then the performances need to be unique, otherwise it seems like a reading to me, and if it's going to be a reading, then there needs to be something noticeably different about the script, which may explain why the scripts I've been reading lately are alternative narratives, found in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Funny-Strange-Provocative-Seven-Clubbed/dp/0970904622/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1201982808&sr=8-1">Clubbed Thumb's <span style="font-style: italic;">Funny, Strange, Provocative</span></a> or Jordan Harrison's magazine, <a href="http://www.playjournal.com/index.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Play: A Journal of Plays</span></a> (and also why even though I didn't like <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/12/photosjoan-marcus-jordan-harrisons-new.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Doris to Darlene</span></a>, I identified something in the writing as being superior to the rest of the show -- also why I ended up loving <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/01/amazons-and-their-men.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Amazons and Their Men</span></a>).<br /><br />Second, I prefer works that dispense with the fourth wall, either by the necessity of the space, or by the unconventionality of the drama. I didn't love Peter Handke's production of <span style="font-style: italic;">Offending the Audience</span>, which I saw last night, but I loved the idea of changing our perception of the space that the performers and actors share. (I said the same thing with a similar play from The Flea and its Bats, <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/10/seating-arrangements.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">seating ARRANGEMENTS</span></a>.) The same goes for what <a href="http://www.oktheater.org/">Nature Theater of Oklahoma</a>'s done with <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/12/play-no-dice.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">No Dice</span></a> and, more so, with <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/01/under-radar-church-and-poetics-ballet.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Poetics: A Ballet Brut</span></a>. And don't get me started on site-specific work: though it wasn't open for review, I loved Lisa D'Amour's <span style="font-style: italic;">Bird Eye Blue Print</span>, and was thrilled with the broken anonymity of <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/01/under-radar-off-site-small-metal.html">Small Metal Objects</a> (to say nothing of what <a href="http://www.rotozaza.co.uk/home.html">Rotozaza</a>'s been doing with works like <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/03/play-doublethink.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Doublethink</span></a> and <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/01/etiquette.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Etiquette</span></a>.) <br /><br />Third, I like work that challenges more than the superficial. That's why I have such negative reactions to plays about the here and now, like <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/02/hunting-and-gathering.html">Hunting and Gathering</a></span>, but such respect for works like <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/11/play-crime-and-punishment.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Crime and Punishment</span></a>. This goes for politics, too: if you're going to just joke about the system, as with the trivial <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/01/preview-november.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">November</span></a>, then I'm going to feel as if my time's been wasted; show a sign of real political struggle (or personal experience), as with <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2008/01/widows.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Widows</span></a>, and my heart starts to go out to the show. <br /><br />Which is not to say that I can't enjoy other sorts of theater, but I need to be affected: I can't stand leaving a theater feeling nothing, or without something pushing me to consider the world in a new light. If the only sort of theater out there is really the everyday, then Charles Isherwood is right to suggest that we head to the nearest Trader Joe's to get our fix during the next strike. Luckily, I'm happy to report that the city's inventiveness shows no signs of flagging, and my apologies in advance to the shows that I don't appreciate: they, too, are doing their part in widening the variety of theater out there, opening up the way with each failure for something new and exciting. I'm far from recognizing the perfect show, but I get closer with each day to growing not only an opinion, but myself.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-56561909457554300662007-12-26T01:22:00.000-05:002007-12-26T02:01:36.569-05:00If It Ain't Broke, Don't Fix ItDredging through some archives that I managed to catch up on over the holiday, and here's a little gem from <span style="font-style: italic;">American Theater</span> (October 2007), from an interview with writer/director Craig Lucas. Says Lucas: <blockquote>There's this whole play-development thing in America that assumes somehow all new plays are broken and need fixing. But what does that mean? Every single one of Shakespeare's plays has a bad fourth act in my view -- every one of them! And your job as a director is to find a way to make it play on stage, to sustain it. I keep asking dramaturgs: "What would you do if Chekhov's <span style="font-style: italic;">Three Sisters</span> came across the transom tomorrow?" I think many would say, "Perhaps you need to explain why they aren't going to Moscow."</blockquote>Lucas continues, "Theater should be a participatory event, not 'you sit back in your chair and we'll do everything for you.' That's fine for mass entertainment, but that isn't why I go to the theatre. I go to be teased and drawn out."<br /><br />This fits neatly with another director/playwright's stance, this time from Harold Pinter, courtesy of John Lahr in <span style="font-style: italic;">The New Yorker</span> (Dec. 24 & 31). His view is tidily expressed here: To supply an explicit moral tag to an evolving and compulsive dramatic image seems to me facile, impertinent, and dishonest. Where this takes place it is not theatre but a crossword puzzle. The audience holds the paper. The play fills in the blanks. Everyone's happy. There has been no conflict between audience and play, no participation, nothing has been exposed. We walk out as we walk in."<br /><br />Yeah, consider how much the <span style="font-style: italic;">Times</span> hated <span style="font-style: italic;">The Homecoming</span> when it premiered in the '60s (though they offered a corrective a few weeks later, hint, hint), as opposed to how much they like it now. Truth be told, you'll always find someone who thinks the whole play is broke -- even Raymond Carver's brilliant short story collections were first torn to pieces by his editor (again, that issue of <span style="font-style: italic;">The New Yorker</span>, specifically, "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love"). So what's the trick to escaping "development hell"?<br /><br />Try letting the playwright free-fall; whether there's a big impact or just a feeble splat, at least the work is being experimented with, at least it's not in limbo. Everyone's entitled to some failures, so long as they have the will to keep on going, as long as they're able to find the audience. That's what I admire about 13P (this year is Shelia Callaghan and Lucy Thurber): they're letting the playwrights do what they must, and last year's production of <span style="font-style: italic;">Have You Seen Steve Steven</span> (and the revival of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Internationalist</span>) both gave unique voices the opportunity to be heard. You'll also see things like this in groups focused on getting those voices out, like New Georges (<span style="font-style: italic;">God's Ear</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Good Heif</span>) or Clubbed Thumb (the upcoming <span style="font-style: italic;">Amazons and Their Men</span>, but see also their recent book 'o seven plays: <span style="font-style: italic;">Funny, Strange, Provocative</span>). I hope to talk to these groups in '08 to see what their perspective is on where the director steps in. (Note, I've left companies out of this mix, like Elevator Repair Service, Nature Theater of Oklahoma, the Debate Society, &c., because their work is collaborative, and totally something else that I'd like to focus on in the new year. Bold theaters, however, like SoHo Rep and the increasingly daring Playwrights Horizon are worth checking out.)<br /><br />Theater <span style="font-style: italic;">should</span> be more than junk food (I railed against a recent production of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Santaland Diaries</span> because of this), and my resolution for the new year will be to challenge myself as an audience member at least as much as the playwright is challenging me. Doesn't mean I'll like it, but it doesn't mean it's broken either.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-69271307806514640112007-12-09T21:49:00.001-05:002007-12-09T22:48:54.686-05:00Critical Thought #3: Thoughts on Second ThoughtsSaw <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/12/play-no-dice.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">No Dice</span></a> on Saturday. Got fired up by the show and wrote a review about it that evening. Saw two more shows tonight, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Devil's Disciple</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Vital Signs</span> (a one-act play festival), but kept thinking about <span style="font-style: italic;">No Dice</span>. Now although I write on a website that is by nature fluid, I don't think it's ethical for me to amend any review that I write, at least not to change an opinion of it (making a technical correction, especially as I have no editor; that I feel is fair game so long as I credit the correction, much like a newspaper does the next day). But then I started reading the comments to my last thought here, and it occurred to me, when talking about subjectivity and the use of blogs, wouldn't it be great to be able to stay fresher?<br /><br />I'm not talking about changing an opinion, or pulling a 180, but what if you realize you haven't spoken strongly enough <span style="font-style: italic;">in favor</span> of a show or if you were too lenient<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>? Sometimes it takes a while for something to sink in, and it's true that you don't always realize what you've got until it's gone. Also, let's not ignore the fact that in such a subjective field, mood plays a large part, and you'd be hard pressed to find any writer who can block out all moods, stresses, and other thoughts from their ultimate perspective. (That's why I'm against trusting any <span style="font-style: italic;">one</span> voice.) So why not allow the critic a space in which to slightly touch up or touch down their thoughts? We've allowed John Simon to change his mind entirely about Sondheim over the course of 40 years (though the plays themselves haven't changed, only the times), so why not compress that and allow -- nay, <span style="font-style: italic;">expect</span> -- that critics give themselves the room, even if only on the Internet to self-correct? Wouldn't that be an excellent use of blogging? The PR firms would still have their blurbs, and if the internet really is as shabby a tool as they think, any later corrections wouldn't really change those (not like the pull quotes are always honest, either).<br /><br />I don't really know that there's so much of a point to this post, and it certainly feels like a ramble, but what I'm trying to say is that <span style="font-style: italic;">No Dice</span> really is a striking show. I still prefer the more compressed and stylized work of The Debate Society, but that's because I'm an aesthete at heart, and I can't say that <span style="font-style: italic;">No Dice</span> is as original as other theatergoers might take it to be, because I've seen a lot of experimental works from groups like Rotozaza. But that energy, those accents, that faux-amateurish charm (yeah, they knew exactly what they were doing), they really did succeed in getting the audience to love them, and I'd be remiss if I didn't tell the audiences that "I'm A Sexy Robot" is still stuck in my head (I want Nature Theater of Oklahoma to release a YouTube video . . . even though their whole point is that it's live).<br /><br />Here's the point (at a point where some bloggers are worried about such a stupid, imaginary thing as "trust"): after editing, processing, careful considering, review, and publishing, the review is still a subjective force, and if we're really interested in the arts that we write about -- the theater itself -- then there's no reason why we shouldn't go back in to the fray and write for what we stand behind. Playwrights endlessly workshop their plays, changing them even in the midst of previews; perhaps it would be more truthful for critics to acknowledge that what's currently going as their final word isn't necessarily their most accurate one. And maybe they should explore ways in which they can continue to explore their reactions; otherwise, a <span style="font-style: italic;">deadline</span> is just as cold as it sounds.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-6473598217496636592007-12-06T00:15:00.000-05:002007-12-06T01:37:52.789-05:00Critical Thought #2: What's a Spoiler?<a href="http://thewickedstage.blogspot.com/2007/12/august-assembly.html">Rob Kendt</a> calls out <a href="http://www.thejournalnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2007712050314">Jacques Le Sourd</a> for spoiling the big secret of Tracy Letts' new play, <span style="font-style: italic;">August: Osage County</span>, which I review <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/12/play-august-osage-county.html">here</a>. My stance on spoilers is simple: if the play does not <span style="font-style: italic;">earn</span> its ending, then you have the right to ruin it -- think of it as an active choice to take away whatever incentive the audience might have to actually go out and see it. No spoiler alert is necessary (though it's certainly courteous): plot analysis is implicit in any critical reading or evaluation of a work. (For example, I wouldn't talk about the end of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Sixth Sense</span>, but I would gladly tell you about <span style="font-style: italic;">The Village</span>.) I generally extend it one step further, just because I try to be a nice guy and give the benefit of the doubt where I can, which is to say that I won't give away anything that is <span style="font-style: italic;">integral</span> to the work itself; that is, if there's a perspective-changing revelation (Darth Vader is Luke's father), I wouldn't say a word, although if it were simply a surprising plot point (Darth Vader cuts off Luke's hand), I would.<br /><br />In the case of <span style="font-style: italic;">August: Osage County</span>, I don't think Le Sourd gives away anything that would ruin anyone's enjoyment of the play. The relationship between Ivy Weston and Little Charles isn't that big of a shocker, any more than Beverly's suicide after the first scene. The play is about larger things than that (and smaller things), and isn't impacted by this commentary. In fact, it's actually important, as it addresses one of the taboos <span style="font-style: italic;">of</span> the play -- I mean, imagine trying to analyze <span style="font-style: italic;">The Goat (or Who Is Sylvia?)</span> without mentioning that he's fucking a goat. How would you talk about our shallow notions of love, or the (admittedly exaggerated) very real prospect of loving <span style="font-style: italic;">two </span>distinct people at the same time?<br /><br />If this were the case, you'd only have solid reviews of revivals, for with <span style="font-style: italic;">those</span>, there's an understanding that the plot is already understood (as with my usage of <span style="font-style: italic;">Star Wars</span> above). Critics who analyze <span style="font-style: italic;">Romeo and Juliet</span>, for example, seem to have no problem spoiling -- even for younger audiences -- the fact that these two star-crossed lovers both die. Yes, that's an extreme example, but I'm just saying: knowing how a play ends doesn't necessarily stop the audience from enjoying it, unless that's all there is to the show.<br /><br />And seriously, if all a show has going for it is a twist -- which is certainly <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> the case with <span style="font-style: italic;">August: Osage County</span> -- then there's a bigger problem with American theater than people say. Ultimately, the point I'm making is this: if you're reading a review, you're either looking for validation (or argument) regarding what you've already seen (and therefore can't have spoiled), or you're trying to be persuaded into seeing the show in question. Shouldn't the critic have the right to talk you <span style="font-style: italic;">out</span> of seeing the show, if it so rankled their senses? Because if not, if we take away that most aggressive of critical tools, aren't we preventing the critic from justifying his or her own views, thereby belittling all negative arguments and simply promoting the positive?Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-31893456827855924742007-12-03T21:45:00.000-05:002007-12-03T22:35:30.091-05:00Critical Thought: Introduction and #1One of the things I find most interesting about the theatrosphere is that at times, even with all of the theatrical content out there, it is a self-generating gossip machine, a place where there are more comments about comments than actual observations about the industry itself. (For instance,<a href="http://ratconference.com/blog/?p=87"> Nick's wrap-up of the Hunka/Jacobs back-and-forth</a> of earlier this year, and the various responses that's gotten.) There's been much said in the last month, but I've stayed out of it; I'm glad someone <a href="http://parabasis.typepad.com/blog/2007/11/charles-isherwo.html">bashed the Isherwood column</a>, but on the whole, I found that to be unnecessary; I was pleased to see such <a href="http://playgoer.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-strike-round-up.html">great</a> <a href="http://steveonbroadway.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-league-and-local-one-are-saying.html">coverage</a> of the strike, but found myself with no hard news to contribute; and I was flattered to be mentioned in <a href="http://www.georgehunka.com/blog/index.cgi/2007/11/07#sphere_071107">George's latest state of the union address</a>, even though I think it's a <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span> thing that there are no standards -- in other words, no limitations -- to what might be said on the Internet. <br /><br />I had a great time reading all of these posts, or what might be called "lurking" by New York Times Magazine's new media columnist, <a href="http://themedium.blogs.nytimes.com/">Virginia Heffernan</a>. You may have even seen the rare post by me, but for the most part, I've decided that whereas I already have my focus on reviews on my main site (<a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com">That Sounds Cool</a>) and over at the <a href="http://showshowdown.blogspot.com">Show Showdown</a>, I don't have the energy to talk about talking about other things, which is something this post seems to belie. So without further ado, I'm going to introduce the new direction for my blog, an attempt of mine both to break out of idleness and irregular posting here, but also to strengthen my original intent: to find the form of criticism that best realizes the medium, and also to show, to anyone reading, a different sort of artist's search for truth. I set out on this path back in April, with <a href="http://metadrama.blogspot.com/2007/04/criticizing-criticism-manifesto-of.html">a mini-manifesto (of sorts)</a>, and I'll delve back into that search now by citing some good examples in the various literature I read, either of good usages, good observations, or things that just make me wonder what the whole point of criticism is, anyway. <br /><br />Anyway, I'll begin with two excerpts from the December 2007 issue of <span style="font-style: italic;">Harper's Magazine</span>. <br /><blockquote>Try to understand what the author wishes to do, and do not blame him for not achieving what he did not attempt . . . if the book is judged deficient, cite a successful example along the same lines, from the author's <span style="font-style: italic;">ouevre </span>or elsewhere. Try to understand the failure. Sure it's his and not yours?<br /><div style="text-align: right;">- John Updike, <span style="font-style: italic;">Picked-Up Pieces</span> (1975)<br /></div></blockquote>Granted, he's talking about literary criticism, but theater is just a flesh-and-blood, three-dimensional production of what's already on the page, and what Updike says here is pretty accurate. If you're going to condemn craft, it helps to put that text into context, by either finding places where it works in the play and then doesn't, or by talking about the genre as a whole, explaining what extra piece was necessary to elevate the text or justify it. Of course, this requires a wealth of knowledge, which is why the theater critic must never stop seeing shows, and shows of all variety, not just those content to sparkle in a big house, but those that are forced by necessity to innovate in a smaller space. <br /><br />And then these two gems from W. H. Auden's <span style="font-style: italic;">De Droite et de Gauche</span> (1952), which has the French title because the original English was lost (meaning that the following is a return to form for this belated retranslation):<br /><blockquote>The best literary critic is not the one whose judgments are always right but the one whose essays compel you to read and reread the works he discusses; even when he is hostile, you feel that the work attacked is important enough to be worth the effort. There are other critics who, even when they praise a book, cancel any desire you might have to read it.</blockquote>Man, to be <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>critic, the one who manages to spark a genuine excitement in the reader. There are all to many shows that I've written negative reviews for, but in all of those critiques, I always start by trying to set the scene, to explore what exactly it is that I'm responding badly to, in the hopes that the reader will be able to use their own judgment. I avoid hostility (though I often get it from anonymous comments that would rather attack <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> than explain the supposed merits of the play in question), because I don't think it is <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span> conducive toward discussion or thought, but I do think the important thing Auden says here is that the best critic is -- most importantly -- <span style="font-style: italic;">not always right</span>. How dare we boil things down to such blacks and whites?<br /><blockquote>Judging a work of art is virtually they same mental operation as judging human beings, and requires the same aptitudes: first, a real love of works of art, an inclination to praise rather than blame, and regret when a complete rejection is required; second, a vast experience of all artistic activities; and last, an awareness, openly and happily accepted, of one's own prejudices. Some critics fail because they are pedants whose ideal of perfection is always offended by a concrete realization. Others fail because they are insular and hostile to what is alien to them; these critics, yielding to their prejudices without knowing they have them and sincerely offering judgments they believe to be objective, are more excusable than those who, aware of their prejudices, lack the courage to enter the lists to defend their personal tastes.</blockquote>That quote there is the heart of criticism, and I think it explains why so many people out there are having poor reactions to modern American criticism. The easiest observation to make is that a lot of the professional critics out there don't seem to actually <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> what they do. You have to <span style="font-style: italic;">want </span>the show to succeed -- even if that biases you a little -- or you become incapable of seeing anything other than what you've already established in that first five minute impression. Granted, we are a culture that works heavily off of first impressions, but historically, the first impression has never gotten us anywhere. Look at how many firsts we've been wrong about; Hell, look at how many people John Simon has reversed his opinion about as the years have gone by! That second point there, too, again speaks to the necessity of experience -- really the only qualifying point for any active critic. If you enjoy spending your time in the theater, it will never seem alien to you; instead, it will just be another adventure. <br /><br />What I find most interesting about that whole thought is that prejudice can be something useful, and if you think about it, there's really no reason why we should be able to fight for the playwrights we love. The problem is, as with Isherwood and Sarah Ruhl (love), Will Eno (neutral), or Adam Rapp (hate), is that it's not enough to just have that closeted off: it needs to be clear, too. Why do I like Adam Bock plays so much? And how can I resolve his casual, completely innocuous language, with my other loves -- for lyrical text (specifically rhymed couplets) and a cinematic aesthetic on the stage (the sort of stuff Lear deBesonnet does). I imagine that delving into that would only make me a better critic, and as the months go on, I hope to start interviewing some of these delightful artists so that I can find out why I feel so connected to their styles -- and perhaps succeed in exciting the rest of you to the same degree.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-60292692602895571782007-10-28T21:24:00.000-04:002007-10-28T21:45:54.280-04:00Business ModelsI choose not to review television shows because they're the common medium: it's all too easy to access them, even easier to pass judgment on them (and for the most part, given how much TV we watch, <span style="font-style: italic;">accurate</span> judgment), and there really isn't that much art left in the great many shows out there. I won't say there aren't exceptions (<span style="font-style: italic;">The Wire</span>), or that there isn't great writing (<span style="font-style: italic;">House</span>), innovative storytelling (<span style="font-style: italic;">Lost</span>), or superbly self-indulgent satire (<span style="font-style: italic;">Boston Legal</span>). But the only purpose critics serve in television is to keep a show on the air, something they've been failing to do (<span style="font-style: italic;">Arrested Development</span> on the high end, <span style="font-style: italic;">Veronica Mars</span> on the low). <br /><br />Which brings me to the point of this would-be screen screed: NBC is all but giving away <span style="font-style: italic;">Friday Night Lights</span> in a desperate attempt to grab fearful audience's attentions for the second season, which everybody seems to know is good, but nobody seems to watch. (It can't be that they don't know when it's on; it's actually <span style="font-style: italic;">in</span> the title of the show.) You can buy the full season, all twenty-two episodes, for $20 <a href="http://www.nbcuniversalstore.com/detail.php?p=24811&v=nbunbcnowfri&SESSID=a473fc4893b332300d43346e3c6dc283">through their site</a>, and most other outlets offer it for $30, which is still a steal. Not that I'm schilling for the marketing department, though. I'm just pointing out the brilliance of their marketing. NBC has the pockets to take a "loss" on their DVD (in this case, it isn't really a loss, since making the DVD costs next to nothing -- any copy they sell, for almost <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span> price, is a profit), but in doing so, helps to build an audience of cheapskates looking for a good value who, after stumbling into this solid, solid show, will theoretically keep watching, week after week, the "after" economics that will then yield profits for the show and the network. <br /><br />There are theaters out there that have started similar initiatives, all with the purpose of dropping prices NOW so that they will have a more sustainable fan base LATER. With every ticket Todd Haimes sells for <span style="font-style: italic;">Speech and Debate</span>, he's getting audiences (lured in by the solid production values and the $20 ticket price) interested in what Roundabout does. Every discount, be it for "young professionals," tour groups from out of town, corporations, &c., helps to build word of mouth and spill over into a large enough audience to sell out the next show on trust alone. I never know what I'm going to find when I go to <span style="font-style: italic;">Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind</span>, but I'm willing to buy a ticket because I <span style="font-style: italic;">trust</span> the company will be doing fun stuff. When I make a small investment of money or time at PS 122 or HERE Arts Center, I'm trusting that their directors and curators are putting up shows that they actually care about, and not just trying to lease the space out. (This isn't <span style="font-style: italic;">always</span> the case, but one can hope.) <br /><br />Sarah Benson, new artistic director of Soho Rep,<span style="font-style: italic;"></span> makes a valid point in <a href="http://www.timeout.com/newyork/article/23696/monster-deals-in-theater">the new issue of TONY</a> (which is all about where the cost of a ticket goes): "The box office is a piece of the pie, but it's a small piece . . . we don't rely on it." Like Signature Theater, she is looking outside the box to find ways to keep the box office inexpensive so that she can build loyal audiences who trust the programming enough to come back should donors dry up and prices go back down. It's a circle too: the <span style="font-style: italic;">New York Times Magazine</span> recently wrote about the kinds of people who give to their colleges (and why), and I think we'd find that donors are those long-standing patrons who feel a connection, cultivated over the years, to a good-intentioned organization. <br /><br />Discounts are but a limited band-aid on the overwhelming inflation of ticket costs, and I'm liking the balls of a group like Roundabout to commit to cheaper pricing (with their ACCESS ROUNDABOUT program, say). When I saw <span style="font-style: italic;">Speech and Debate</span>, I saw the next generation of theatergoers, and if they were simply half as impressed as I, they'll be back for more.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-55229181308445640152007-10-27T18:41:00.000-04:002007-10-27T18:52:05.017-04:00Get Your Read On!OK, so I wasn't a huge fan of Soho Rep's recent production of <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/10/play-philoktetes.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Philoktetes</span></a>, John Jesurun's messy web of ideas and images. But if you read a little between the lines, you'll note that I very much admired the script, both for educational value and poetic aspirations. This is why I'm pleased to point out that at performances of <span style="font-style: italic;">Philoktetes</span>, you can buy a slim copy of the script. It's a Soho Rep version, published through On Stage Press, and though I'm told it's a division of Samuel French, I couldn't actually find information on buying this through them or Amazon, or really anywhere <span style="font-style: italic;">but</span> at Soho Rep itself. (Which is odd, since the book is labeled as being $8.00, and is being sold there for $5.00.)<br /><br />Anyway, I'm excited about the initiative, apparently led by series editor Daniel Manley. I guess now that Soho Rep is on an Off-Broadway contract, they can branch out into publishing, but I'm thinking of all the new premieres at small houses, and thinking just how great it would be if you always had an option to buy the script from the theater: that is, after all, the greatest point of access. Not that there aren't flaws: Soho Rep only sells the scripts <span style="font-style: italic;">before</span> the show, not after (when you might really be inspired to pick one up), and Manley's budget apparently doesn't extend to hiring a proofreader (read: I'm available), but the idea itself, of really spreading theater not just on stage, but in book, word of mouth, whatever . . .. <br /><br />I've seen books for sale at The Public and HERE Arts Center, both of which are great hubs to the arts; I hope to see discounted versions, or annotated ones, somewhere down the line. In a world that obsesses over the 2-disc or 3-disc DVD version of a film, this might be a way to close the gap between art and understanding.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-32209792134733182052007-10-26T01:26:00.001-04:002007-10-26T01:40:27.430-04:00McFrankenstein and the HIPygmalion PartyTwo interesting discoveries while on Broadway tonight. First (and yes, as it turns out, <a href="http://www.timeout.com/newyork/article/23696/monster-deals-in-theater">TONY is on this one, too</a>), while grabbing an Angus Deluxe during the 15-minute break at <span style="font-style: italic;">Pygmalion</span> (yes, I'm a pig, but at least I don't speak cockney), I encountered big advertisements for the lottery tickets being given out for <span style="font-style: italic;">Young Frankenstein</span>. Apparently, three hours before that show, you go across the street to this strange thing called a theater (in fact the Hilton Theater, where the show is playing), and you put your name in a lottery. Should you win this lottery, you'll also (shockingly) buy your $26.50 tickets there. However, to find if you've won, you have to go into the heart of that neon McDonalds next door two hours before the show. Now, I thought as with Signature Theater that when there were corporate sponsors, all the tickets were $15 or $20 a pop. So what's the deal with this franchising? (As for the information itself, it's hopelessly hidden on the slow-to-load, hard-to-navigate site for the show, located <a href="http://www.youngfrankensteinthemusical.com/home">here</a>.)<br /><br />As for the other, because I attended <span style="font-style: italic;">Pygmalion </span>as part of the HIPTIX program, I got a chance to see their marketing department at work, as October 25th happened to be a "Makeover Party" for all the young professionals in the audience. The event was cheery, with a few of the actors making the rounds (Jay O. Sanders and Doug Stender), and there was free Tsingtao beer and light snack foods (followed by decadent mini-brownies). There were goodie bags, too. But aside from the two charming makeup artists giving penthouse guests a "makeover," nothing about the event tied to theater itself, which I thought was the whole point of the HIPTIX program. I was lucky enough to be introduced to some other people with an interest in theater, and I had a nice discussion about some other shows I'd recently seen or now plan on seeing (<span style="font-style: italic;">The Overwhelming</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Speech and Debate</span>), but for the most part, people came for the swag and the food, and stuck with their friends, and didn't seem to give a shit about theater. Heart's in the right place, but isn't there something more we can do? Surely there's something more <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> can do, and I'll keep reaching out until there are enough of us to actually affect a change in theatergoing trends.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-83675515907151089612007-10-20T11:34:00.000-04:002007-10-20T11:42:10.276-04:00Not Your Mother's OperaI think this snippet from the 10/26 <span style="font-style: italic;">New Yorker</span> sums up the theatrical generation gap better than anything else I can write:<br /><blockquote>[Mercedes] Bass[, a $25M donor] said that she was thrilled with Gelb's attemps to bring a new audience into the Met, and that she understood what a commitment a night out at the opera could be. "Opera is somewhat of an acquired taste, and it is very time-consuming--you need to have three or four hours to devote to it," she said. "And then, to a certain degree you have to have the finances. I am very aware that for a couple to go to the opera, it means basically a hairdresser, a babysitter, a taxi or car, dinner on the Grand Tier. All of that mounts up to being sort of an expensive evening." </blockquote>I'm glad that the emphasis is on all of Gelb's attempts to make it <span style="font-style: italic;">less</span> expensive, as not all of us have that sort of money, let alone hairdressers, babysitters, or cars. But the fact that people think theater needs to be some sort of social statement -- not in of itself, but by those who attend it -- doesn't bode well. Note also that this is expected to be the <span style="font-style: italic;">average</span> operagoer, which means that every night, 3,800 rich socialites are expected to make an evening of the arts. Gelb's singled out, time and time again, as an outside-the-box thinker, in that he's aired live performances in less expensive venues, like movie theaters, and that he's instituted rush seating (specifically for the elderly, retirees who can no longer afford it). But what sort of box was the previous manager, Volpe, thinking <span style="font-style: italic;">in</span> for such a business model -- for something that is an "acquired taste" -- to ever work?Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-77073429182417177942007-10-16T08:29:00.001-04:002007-10-16T08:31:45.332-04:00America in a NutshellFrom a new commercial for CNBC: "I'd rather follow a fool with a plan than a genius with no plan."<br /><br />Yeah, that pretty much sums up our country right now: our demand for the immediate makes us glom onto quick answers, even if they haven't been thought through, even if that first plan is so horrendous that it requires a second plan. See, I'd rather trust that the genius has our best interests at heart, and that change will come through gradual growth . . . but sure, why not take stupidity now.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-41479011843358412732007-10-14T03:02:00.001-04:002007-10-14T03:11:29.548-04:00Dropping the BallSo I'm just wondering, in light of <span style="font-style: italic;">The New York Times</span>' lack of coverage of New Georges recent premiere, <span style="font-style: italic;">Good Heif</span>, what exactly a company needs to do for a review. I know the <span style="font-style: italic;">Times </span>is sporadic, at best, in its coverage of off-Broadway plays (and with just cause, there are too many), but can't we at least have some guidelines? (1) The run is at least three weeks: then you don't have to feel as if the review is irrelevant. (2) The show is at least in a 99-seat venue: then you know you'll have readers. If that doesn't narrow it down enough, add requirements: (3) That there be good word of mouth about the company or the venue: why the <span style="font-style: italic;">Times </span>covered <span style="font-style: italic;">Dead City</span> at 3LD and <span style="font-style: italic;">God's Ear</span> at CSC but not <span style="font-style: italic;">Good Heif </span>at Ohio Theater. Or (4) That the work be new, which, in a time of not-often-enough-produced female playwrights or American ones, should call out to the "arbiters of taste" to render some judgment, if for nothing else than to help the Pulitzer committee out. The rest, the Gray Lady can leave to the bloggers or the umbrella websites that unite them: rest assured, there are many Martin Dentons out there. But seriously: <span style="font-style: italic;">The Ritz </span>may be on Broadway, but I'd much rather read about something totally new than about something that's back again. Given the Broadway climate, it's possible we'll start getting a new <span style="font-style: italic;">Gypsy </span>review every year -- and miss out on some of the new works out there. (Note: I didn't like <span style="font-style: italic;">Good Heif</span>, but it's the principle that counts, and as I've said before, the more people who review something, the easier it is to remove pure opinion from the picture.)Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-85813708736741684022007-10-06T22:36:00.000-04:002007-10-06T23:01:35.651-04:00So What's the Pointy?That is, why write reviews at all, you know? A lot of shows that I've seen lately, and artists that I've read, seem to support raw experience over processed analysis, and I'm in agreement. Kate Fodor (of <span style="font-style: italic;">100 Saints You Should Know</span>) and Elizabeth LeCompte (director of the Wooster Group, as profiled by Jane Kramer in the 10/8 New Yorker) both seek to play with character and explore possibilities rather than to stodgily or solidly define -- very different, I think, than the strict definitions of Beckett, or the precise language of Albee. Fodor's program notes point out that she doesn't have (or want) the answers that her character seek, nor even know their complete histories. And LeCompte looks to "get lost in it" until she knows what she wants.<br /><br />Given this, why bother trying to define art within narrow boundaries? Why try to turn the beach of the mind into a sandbox? <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>That said, why not search for the middle ground? I see criticism as a non-affiliated tour agency, one that visits as many foreign vistas as possible, compiling them in such a way that they can simply lay out an audience's options as plainly as possible. It's not really my job to deny anyone access to a particular play, so much as it is to educate people to the possibilities: yes, you can go <span style="font-style: italic;">Iphigenia 2.0</span>, but perhaps you'd be happier checking out <span style="font-style: italic;">Philoketes</span>? Or if you hate the sound of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Misanthrope</span>, maybe you'd be more comfortable seeing something more traditional, like <span style="font-style: italic;">The Children of Vonderly</span>. <br /><br />I don't understand criticism that seeks to define something simply as good or bad, especially when it is less than descriptive, or dismissive of positive points. Maybe that lopsided black and white works for the government's depiction of axes and evils, but art is far from being that easily summarized. I'm still looking to find the aesthetic that works for my own writing, and I'm far from perfect as a theatergoer and critic, but I'm getting better because I'm staying open to the possibility inherent in every show, no matter how sweaty the space, dim the lights, or eccentric the writing. Magic is happening, and I don't want to be caught sleeping when I see it.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-47063235425707868022007-09-28T10:29:00.000-04:002007-09-28T11:15:49.761-04:00Somebody Stop This Guy!Note: this is strict opinion, and I fully endorse the right of other critics to have other opinions. I also don't claim to be any better, but I am interested in <span style="font-style: italic;">getting</span> better, so I put this out there in the hopes of sharing my own personal progress as a reviewer, theatergoer, and writer.<br /><br />I have to justify it because I briefly worked with Matt Windman during the neonatal stages of the New Theater Corps, and I don't want it to seem as if there's anything behind my critique of his critiques. But come on:<br /><blockquote>Okay, Mr. Hove. We get it. You're a smart guy with intriguing ideas. Nevertheless, wouldn't it have been better to just do Moliere's "The Misanthrope"? </blockquote>Can somebody explain Matt's language to me? To know that Mr. Hove is smart and that he has intriguing ideas, you need to be watching his experimental modernizations of classic works. Had Mr. Hove done a standard reproduction, a carbon copy facsimile, it would be a simple revival, as bland as any star-vehicle on Broadway (take <span style="font-style: italic;">The Caine Mutiny Court-Martial</span>)<span style="font-style: italic;">.</span> No wonder (as was pointed out at the recent Prelude panel I attended) downtown theater has it so rough: a lot of critics are stodgy traditionalists, who refuse to look critically at anything new, and say things like "Frankly, 'The Misanthrope' doesn't need to be updated." Can we expect honest opinions from someone who attends a Shakespearian play thinking there's only one way to present it? I'm all for period pieces, formal revivals, and time-capsule productions, but I'm wide-eyed and eager for the <span style="font-style: italic;">new</span>, too: the chance to resurrect a play, not simply revive it.<br /><br />Some critics seem unwilling to rise to the challenge of avant-garde, either from a lack of seeing enough "alternative" theater to know what is still avant-garde and what isn't. (This is actually a point I'd like to explore further: how long does it take before something <span style="font-style: italic;">isn't </span>avant-garde any more? I'd say that <span style="font-style: italic;">The Misanthrope</span> takes enough chances that it is genuinely surprising, refreshingly new, not just to the Broadway snob but to the ten-plays-a-week enthusiast. <span style="font-style: italic;">Iphigenia 2.0</span>, which Windman also calls avant-garde, belongs to a style of work that Mee, among others, has been doing for years now, and to call that avant-garde expresses at best a disinterest and at worst a disdain for new works out there, that is, they weren't big enough to really be doing work <span style="font-style: italic;">before</span>, they may have broken ground ten years ago, but only now is worth mentioning that they're groundbreaking.)<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br />What I'm saying is that it's far easier to slap the disaffecting "avant-garde" label on something and to walk away than it is to actually try to process the pros and cons of a production through the filter of accumulated theater knowledge.<br /><br />Which is, of course, why any theater critic must constantly travel not just to Broadway, but to the off-Broadway and off-off-Broadway stages, or even, for completists, to other cities and countries. I'm not saying that Matt can't dislike "The Misanthrope"; I'm saying that the reasons he cites are lazy and based on a personal bias. There's nothing wrong with there being a conservative audience, but a critic must write to teach and expose others, not to pander to that audience. So explain what makes some experiments succeed, and why others fail: don't just condemn an artist wholesale for trying.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-23314059489689331172007-09-28T09:23:00.000-04:002007-09-28T09:34:00.589-04:00Verbing OurselvesIt's official, or as official as an esteemed publication can make it. James Wood, for <span style="font-style: italic;">The New Yorker</span>, applies everything he learned at Harvard to write the following sentence:<br /><blockquote>So here is Alter's inspired attempt to English the Hebrew:</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>What he's talking about is a new translation (as compared to the King James Version) of the <span style="font-style: italic;">Book of Psalms</span>. Considering how much we bastardize our own language every day (and I'm a creative writer, so I know something about fucking one's own prose), it should be no surprise that we've now officially verbed it -- "to English" -- which is admittedly no worse than "to verb" something in the first place.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-12652220426547956232007-09-27T00:29:00.000-04:002007-09-28T10:28:00.028-04:00Prelude -- Not to a Kiss, but to Hot New TheaterInterested in hot, experimental theater, but don't want to shell out cool, hard cash? Then get to CUNY's Graduate Center (365 Fifth Avenue), and more specifically the Martin E. Segal Theatre Center, because this weekend (9/26-9/29), there's a festival of readings, performances, and panels that are all about the changing theater scene. Those of you questioning the limited scope of ethnic theater out there can talk with Jason Grote at a 4:00 9/28 panel about downtown theater and racial representation. Those of you interested in PS 122's '08 season can check out early drafts of <span style="font-style: italic;">Hello Failure</span> (by Kristen Kosmas) and the Debate Society's <span style="font-style: italic;">The Untitled Auto Play</span>. Or you can just pick random shows by interesting sounding theater companies--Lightbox, 31 Down--or by funky names--<span style="font-style: italic;">Sherri Zahad And Her Arabian Knights</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">Red Fly/Blue Bottle</span>.<br /><br />Of course, my goal isn't to advertise, but rather to hype up downtown theater, especially after attending today's prelude to the Prelude, a kick-off panel about Uptown/Downtown theater, and the struggle to change the mainstream, featuring comments from Sarah Benson, Jim Nicola, Alex Timbers, Adam Bock, and David Cote (that's the artistic directors of Soho Rep, NYTW, and Les Freres Corbusier, not to mention a fine playwright, and a fine critic). Panels do tend to be pessimistic, with larger institutions having to pander to their subscribers (Benson), the instability of an unfunded market for artists (Nicola), the condescension of certain critics (Benson), and a conservative audience (Cote, quoting Anne Bogart).<br /><br />Timbers' valid question is: how do we get the younger, rock-concert going audiences to move from what's considered hip at UCB or Ars Nova, and to a theater out in Brooklyn doing some odd Radiohole event, or to a Clown Festival at The Brick, &c., &c. My main concern is that you can't: concerts--music in general--is a transportable conversation machine, something that you can pop in and share with everyone, and discuss at leisure around a water cooler, bong, &c. Theater doesn't really provide that, and there isn't any hub for young audiences, even though hip spaces like New World Stages or Theater Row could easily aspire to that. In other words, does Shakespeare in the Park get audiences to buy tickets to the Public's presentation of Wooster Group's <span style="font-style: italic;">Hamlet</span>?<br /><br />Things are commercial, and for every self-sustaining group doing good work, like Elevator Repair Service, there are plenty of groups that can't work outside of limited residencies, and who never get the budgets they need to fully realize their work. Under the Radar, Mark Russell's curated event at the Public, is one way of bringing attention to deserving groups (and the Public will be bringing back <span style="font-style: italic;">The Brothers Size</span>), but there's only so much Mr. Russell can see, only so much that Soho Rep can host, or NYTW can develop. And these are just downtown theaters: what does it take to get MTC to really take more risks? (In this case, the success of Adam Bock's <span style="font-style: italic;">The Receptionist</span>, though we can certainly be encouraged by modern Greeks like Ruhl's <span style="font-style: italic;">Eurydice</span> and Mee's <span style="font-style: italic;">Iphigenia 2.0</span>.) And even here, these aren't really company imports: they're built from the commercial model (when they go to Broadway), and don't foster the creative energies from both directors and writers that allows NYTW to keep reinventing the wheel.<br /><br />Cote joked that in the next twenty or thirty years, a lot of theatergoers are going to have died. But nobody really laughed. Taste changes slowly, especially if conservative audiences are afraid to sample new wares (or worse yet, sleep through young works at Roundabout), and even more so if critics are steadfast in the works that they've been schooled in, the ones they are more fluent and conversant in. There's no need to get condescending: but there is a need to adapt, which may be where more bloggers come into the mix, bringing new sensibilities and a necessary balance to a jaundiced eye. I'll keep looking for the best in plays, and I'll keep trying to convince you all to go out to them, so keep reading: and check out Prelude if you've the time!Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-84175439273378005702007-09-09T01:07:00.000-04:002007-09-09T01:57:01.175-04:00Yes, But OPERA Still Isn't For AllI love the arts, but they can be expensive. For those in the know, there are plenty of resources out there to get cheap tickets, from butts-in-seats middlemen to theater-endorsed lotteries and/or rush tickets, not to mention old standards like <a href="http://www.tdf.org/TDF_ServicePage.aspx?id=56">TKTS</a> (and TDF). There are also now individuals, like <a href="http://hiptix.com/index.htm">Roundabout's HipTix!</a>, that play to the under-represented 18-35 demographic by using social-networking parties and discount offers to appear, appropriately, hip. Go a little younger, and you'll get the teen program, <a href="http://www.highfivetix.org/splash.aspx">High Five!</a>, which succeeded at least in getting <span style="font-style: italic;">me</span> interested in the arts.<br /><br />Democratically speaking, there hasn't really been anything to get people out to the opera, not <span style="font-style: italic;">en masse</span>, that is, which is why I'm excited about New York City Opera's widening of their <a href="http://www.nycopera.com/browse/production.aspx?prod=68">OPERA-FOR-ALL</a> programming. In the interests of full disclosure, I was invited to attend their opening festivities this weekend, which kicked off with <span style="font-style: italic;">La Boheme</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">Don Giovanni</span>, the latter of which I attended on Saturday, and <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/09/don-giovanni.html">commented on here</a>. How pleased I was, then, to find that the audience was littered with both shy, jean-wearing first-timers and well-to-do socialites, opera-glasses in tow. Of course, this was just two days of $25 tickets, after which fans could look forward to spending upwards of $100 for decent seats, or $16 for the fourth-ring rafters (which, to be fair, would still be cheaper than gallery seats to see Patti LuPone in <span style="font-style: italic;">Gypsy</span>). Instead, you can get exposed (for better or worse) to opera throughout the entire festival, with approximately fifty seats in the front orchestra going on sale each Monday to whoever gets them first (phone/online, too).<br /><br />Now, I didn't like <span style="font-style: italic;">Don Giovanni</span>, but the truth is that opera isn't really for everyone. It's an accumulated taste, one that runs on protracted exposition and often archaically rustic melodies to make its points. Even involving people like Hal Prince and Susan Stroman can't spark life on the stage when there's a complicated aria that requires stillness, and what you often get are overbearing sets that diminish the acting, and orchestras that drown out most of the men. Subtlety doesn't translate over the overwhelming space of New York City Opera, which leaves only the booming passages of Italian poetry (with the occasionally illuminating supertitle) to loko forward to. For some, this is their cup of tea. For me, I longed only to see Daniel Mobbs's Leporello up close, to hear Julianna Di Giacomo's indomitable Donna Elvira without the noise of squeaking sets around me, and after the first intermission, to get out of there. (Which would've been a mistake, as the second act was much more varied.)<br /><br />But whether I liked the opera or not is beside the point: there will be $25 dollar tickets available this Monday for the Toni Morrison-inspired <span style="font-style: italic;">Margaret Garner</span> (not to mention <span style="font-style: italic;">La Boheme </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">Don Giovanni</span>), which rightfully puts the taste-making decision back in your court. I don't ever worry about theater, but that's because I'm hyper-exposed to it. Isn't it about time more companies started going out of their way to keep a healthy part of this population indoctrinated?Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-6748788653543607522007-08-31T22:23:00.001-04:002007-08-31T22:39:22.605-04:00Any Time You Want to Talk....In response to <a href="http://clydefitch.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-do-bloggers-endorse-and-embrace.html">Leonard Jacobs</a> (responding to <a href="http://metadrama.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-suddenly-100-saints-you-should-know.html">me</a>):<br /><br />A review is a critical, but still at heart opinionated, appraisal of a work <span style="font-style: italic;">as is</span>. So long as the format of the production you saw is acknowledged -- i.e., during previews, with an understudy, &c. -- then I see no reason why *THAT* performance cannot be objectively (and comprehensibly) covered. That's like saying the beta version of a software shouldn't be reviewed: not so. Such appraisals (often called "previews" but really, simply semantics--i.e., what if I just add a small "p" to my "review"?) are useful to people wondering about the process, the show, the buzz, and more. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Little Mermaid</span>, currently in Colorado, is getting reviewed there, and read about by interested audiences here. (The production there is even acknowledged as a tryout, and isn't that the same as a preview? Again: semantics.) When it comes here, it will no doubt be different from Denver (Riedel hints, through much denial, that it may have a new director), but does that invalidate the right of critics over there to review what they saw? Or should New York City audiences (and all relevant tourists) be under embargo from reading those foreign reviews until after it opens here? Why can't I read about <span style="font-style: italic;">Spring Awakening</span> playing at the Atlantic Theater or <span style="font-style: italic;">Rock 'n' Roll</span> playing in London? Someone sinking that much money into a show -- even a preview of a show -- should stay willingly in the dark? And let's not ignore that publicists reviving a show use quotes about what's been said about earlier, potentially different versions. Ultimately, if you aren't ready to be reviewed, don't let ANYBODY see your show. Everybody's, as they say, a critic. <br /><br />However, the argument here is about what you call the "separate but equal" critics... where's the equality? I seldom get scripts when I attend a show, I rarely get press material, and I only occasionally have a seat reserved. I am certainly treated differently from the mainstream, and most invites are from people who are curious about what I might say about the show, formal or otherwise. <br /><br />There <span style="font-weight: bold;">is </span>a difference between blogging and reviewing. I made that clear in an earlier post. It has to do with the medium you release your material into, and whether it's an institution or not. Denton et. al. are free to post reviews on their blogs: if they post to their INSTITUTIONS (for instance, if I were to post to <span style="font-style: italic;">Theater Talk</span>), that would cross the ethical line. It goes from a singular thought to a commercially backed opinion by dint of the editor's publishing it.<br /><br />As for hurting the artists? I've gotten thanked by people during previews and cursed by people after openings. I don't really think they're the fragile creatures you make them out to be.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-74053095506087250842007-08-30T17:11:00.000-04:002007-08-30T17:11:47.520-04:00And Suddenly "100 Saints You Should Know" Has Tons of Free Publicity!So, <a href="http://www.georgehunka.com/">George Hunka</a> posts <a href="http://ghunka.blogspot.com/2007/08/100-saints-you-should-know.html">a review of <span style="font-style: italic;">100 Saints You Should Know</span></a>. (He leaves at intermission, so perhaps it should be <span style="font-style: italic;">50 Saints You Shouldn't Know</span>.) This inspires some flurries in the blogosphere, particularly from <a href="http://matthewfreeman.blogspot.com/">Matthew Freeman</a>, who wonders <a href="http://matthewfreeman.blogspot.com/2007/08/walking-out.html">when it's OK to walk out</a>. At this point, <a href="http://clydefitch.blogspot.com/">Leonard Jacobs</a> gets involved, which starts out as <a href="http://clydefitch.blogspot.com/2007/08/george-hunka-gives-ethics-middle-finger.html">a question of ethics</a> about reviewing a show before it opens, and becomes a hyperbole heavy fallout, <a href="http://clydefitch.blogspot.com/2007/08/apologists-defend-george-hunka.html">a response to the apologists</a>, and <a href="http://clydefitch.blogspot.com/2007/08/critic-beyond-reproach.html">a series of rebuttals between Jacobs and Hunka</a>. <a href="http://jayraskolnikov.blogspot.com/">Jay Raskolnikov</a> weighs in from Chicago, talking more about the issue of <a href="http://jayraskolnikov.blogspot.com/2007/08/looking-first.html">when it's fair for a critic to review a new work</a>, and using Hunka's blog/review as a discussion point.<br /><br />The main talking points that sprang out of that included <span style="font-weight: bold;">the difference between blogging and reviewing</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">the ethics of leaving a show</span>, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">what an audience owes a show.</span> (<a href="http://parabasis.typepad.com/blog/">Isaac Butler</a> has a more specific question: "<a href="http://parabasis.typepad.com/blog/2007/08/question-of-t-3.html">What do reviewers/critics owe their subjects?</a>")<br /><br />I'm not neutral on this subject; like Hunka, I was invited to attend <span style="font-style: italic;">100 Saints You Should Know</span>, and I accepted free tickets on the condition that I blog <span style="font-weight: bold;">something</span> about it after seeing the performance (good or bad), and was given a discount code to share with readers if I wanted to encourage others to see the performance more cheaply. I don't consider this to be using Playwrights Horizon publicity as a pimp, and I don't think I'm fucking a whore of a show (actually one of the lighter bits of hyperbolic metaphor Jacobs uses). I'm twenty-three, I work two jobs, and I love theater: if you give me a free ticket, and I am free, I will see your show. And, unless you ask me not to, I will probably review it, too.<br /><br />I think an embargo is necessary for the mainstream media because they are businesses first and writers second: removing the prohibition forces critics to go to attend ever earlier previews so that they can get the first word while it's still relevant, much like movie critics are currently flying out to London to catch earlier and ever earlier premieres, chasing the scoop. But a blogger is a writer first, their reviews don't have an institution backing them up; if they happen to see an early preview, they're ethically off the hook so long as they acknowledge what they saw, and when. If a show has <span style="font-style: italic;">huge</span> changes between previews and opening, then they've pretty much cheated their paying audiences, too, and a blogger, who speaks directly from that audience and not from a cultural arbiter, has the right to post a review as early as they like. Being formal isn't a crime, it's a blessing; a lucid blog is a treasure.<br /><br />The issue I do have (which Hunka casually dismisses as me telling him how to write a review) is that Hunka left at intermission, wrote a review anyway, and didn't mention his incomplete knowledge of the subject until the end of the piece. That's a trust issue: what separates an opinion from talking out of your ass is knowing what you're actually talking about. You can review something you've only seen half of, but you need to make it clear early on that what you're talking about <span style="font-style: italic;">is that first half of the play</span>. Otherwise, any assertion you make about the playwright's style, message, goal--you know, important things for a review--is ass talk, and I mean that respectfully. I walked out of <a href="http://showshowdown.blogspot.com/2007/08/tragedy-musical-comedy.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Tragedy! (A Musical Comedy!)</span></a> and made that clear. I did the same when analyzing <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com/2007/01/book-only-revolutions-by-mark-z.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">Only Revolutions</span></a>. That can, and should be a focal point: for instance, if <a href="http://thewickedstage.blogspot.com/">Rob Kendt</a> wrote a review saying he walked out of something, I'd pay attention. Doing otherwise devalues--collectively--everything that other blogging critics write; it puts a smear of doubt behind every flickering letter.<br /><br />As for the obligations of a blogger or critic, I posted this one Isaac's site, and I stand by it: <blockquote>I think a modicum of respect -- a silent acknowledgment that cast and critic share a desire for the work to be good. For that reason, the critic shouldn't launch personal (or political) attacks, and shouldn't put words in other people's mouths. The goal of a review, even a slam, should be as accurate a description of what happened, and, for the better critics, why.</blockquote>Leaving at intermission is fine; failing to be accurate and being unable to offer constructive criticism on how a new work might be improved, that's not. Or at least, that's a type of reviewing that I want no part of.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-11450104051470531952007-07-28T01:45:00.000-04:002007-07-28T01:59:03.975-04:00Apologize? Oh, Wait, We're On FOXOK, a not-so-guilty confession: I watch, and love, <span style="font-style: italic;">So You Think You Can Dance</span>, FOX's <span style="font-style: italic;">American Idol</span> of dance. Any one of the top twenty dancers on that show could be doing professional work, and any one of these last eight could be doing almost any style of professional work. But I'm here to talk about choreographer Mia Michael's wardrobe malfunction and Wade Robson's anti-war routine: not because there was anything wrong with any of them, but because they had to <span style="font-weight: bold;">publicly apologize</span> for them. If anything, the apology is what made me aware that there could even be a negative slant to what they'd done . . .<br /><br />What did they do, you're wondering? Well, apparently something on the very slick and somewhat totalitarian blazer she wore was upside down, and apparently this wrong-faced symbol -- this symbol that nobody would've otherwise noticed -- caused a big stink a division of the US Military. We should be thankful, I guess, that this talented modern choreographer isn't answering questions in Guantanimo right now, on trial for demoralizing our troops (ala Tokyo Rose), but seriously: she's <span style="font-style: italic;">allowed</span> to wear what she wants, with impunity. Granted, there are some symbols that have been corrupted, like the swastika, but to have to apologize for a pretty much unseen, unheard, non-politically motivated fashion faux pas . . . that's pretty petty of the military (who, I'm sure, have nothing better to do than watch <span style="font-style: italic;">So You Think You Can Dance</span> through a fine-toothed comb). <br /><br />As for Wade, well, this eclectic and interpretive guru choreographed a routine that was about making love, not war, and about peace, expression, freedom, and the good qualities that we'd like to see in our countrymen. Obviously, this must be an anti-war statement, and one that's specifically targeted at the soldiers, who clearly--clearly!--are less brave and courageous because of a commercially marketed dance competition. <br /><br />I wonder if these two Emmy-nominated choreographers were singled out by their competition. The larger issue, of course, is what this says about the freedom of artists to express themselves in any space larger than a dusty 99-seat theater on the Lower East Side. Should they somehow manage to get into primetime with--gasp--a message, worry not, they'll be squashed, and made to kowtow. We have plenty of things to fight about, and to fight for. This is not one of them. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-83764320179688812292007-06-28T20:40:00.000-04:002007-06-28T20:51:00.795-04:00Look What They're Doing!For the artistic visitors to this site, you should consider checking out the new floating model of theater showcase that's been proposed by the upcoming Collective:Unconscious "UndergroundZero" theater festival this summer. Curator Paul Bargetto and director Caterina Bartha are off to showcase "an alternative to the current system of limited runs that consign many successful shows to oblivion." I'd love to hear more, and I'll certainly try to get down there for some of these short plays, but I think the idea of a rotating theater, if it could sustain itself (you'd have a lot of casts with possibly awkward calls) would be great. Uncertain audiences might be drawn by the allure of a good program, just like some readers go for the trusted editors of an anthology rather than the writers themselves. Hell, there's a panel too, which I'll post information about in full below:<br /><br />July 31 at 7:30<br />League of Independent Theater Convocation<br />The League of Independent Theater is the brain child of John Pinkard, John Clancey, and Paul Bargetto. This organization is dedicated to preserving and strengthening independent theater in New York City by fostering theatrical productions produced in 99 seat theatres. The League assists in the voluntary exchange of information among its members, serves as the collective voice of its membership, works to increase interest in independent theater throughout North America, strives to foster a sense of community among all members, and develops programs addressing the unique needs of its members. The League invites you to join them in a panel discussion of the of the AEA showcase code and welcomes commentary on what improvements should be made to the code. Info: <a href="http://www.leagueofindietheater.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">www.leagueofindietheater.blogspot.com</a> FREE<br /><br />They're in Tribeca, at 279 Church Street, so that's one idea for the summer. <br /><br />Not to take away from any of the other festivals out there, by the way, I love them too. Though I have infinite space, I have limited patience to type this out, so I'll briefly shout out the one other festival I'm extra hyped about (and which you might not know about, unlike the all-encompassing Fringe): each week from July 4th to August 18th, there's going to be a new group taking the Ohio Theater (66 Wooster) stage at ICE FACTORY '07. This is all new work, but not just all new work -- it's all new work from established downtown staples (plus a few emerging and exceptional talents from all over). This is where the shows will start before they open big(ger) in two years, but here, the idea of a community of diverse artists coming together for a festival of "cool" new works -- that excites me. Wonder what the Soho Think Tank will think up next.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-8291503647595333282007-06-27T19:09:00.000-04:002007-06-27T19:24:37.515-04:00I'm More Authentic Than YouIs nobody else offended about <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/27/theater/27spike.html?_r=1&oref=slogin">the recent Campbell Robertson article highlighting Spike Lee's plans to "try Broadway" by making <span style="font-style: italic;">Stalag 17</span> "more authentic"</a>? I think it's fine that Lee "has never worked in the theater and couldn't recall the last play he attended," as that just means he'll bring a fresh eye to the craft. But he shouldn't be whittling his own agenda into an existing play by changing it in this fashion. If he wants to "make it interesting" for himself, he should pick a new play that he <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span> shape with the playwright -- not mangle something that the writers (former P.O.W.s, by the way, which is as authentic as it gets, unless street cred has had a sudden boom in the market) can no longer change. Well, that's not entirely true; while Edmund Trzcinski is dead, his co-writer Donald Bevan (who hasn't even seen the suggested changed yet) is more or less on board. Now I don't care much for copyright, as I've said previously, and I don't mind Mr. Lee going nuts with his own vision, but why is there the need to tie this into the actual <span style="font-style: italic;">Stalag 17</span>? Even the producer, Michael Abbot admits that "It's not really a revival, it's a new production." Well then: call it that. Because right now it seems like another producer is just trying to cash in on a box-office draw . . . and although "most of the 20 or so performers will be theater actors," they're looking at people like Clive Owen for the lead. <br /><br />I don't know why I'm so up in arms about this -- after all, Hollywood defaces its own gems on a yearly basis, with shallow remakes that promise to reinvent the genre but really only cash in on the legacy of a better film. Mr. Lee is no stranger to that world, and at least he wants to bring his own strong perspectives to this play, but I just feel that the various shifts in theme are taking this play too far away from its core to be billed as <span style="font-style: italic;">Stalag 17</span> and becoming too wound up in publicity (so early in the game) to ever live up to any expectations or be a piece of art for art's sake. Granted, nobody wants another stale<span style="font-style: italic;"> Caine Mutiny Court-Martial </span>revival, but how about something <span style="font-style: italic;">new</span> that really taps what Lee wants: "more profanity than appears in the script and, perhaps, hints that the relationships between prisoners of war could at times be intimate more than just collegial."<br /><br />I don't doubt that money is at the source of the whole gimmick: while Lee's intentions may be true, Mr. Abbott didn't persist in trying to get Spike Lee to direct the play he had the rights to because he thought Lee would have such a bold vision. He did it because he thought it would generate attention and help an older play do well. Given that great reviews didn't help <span style="font-style: italic;">Journey's End</span> at all, maybe that's necessary. But is "more exciting" and "more profanity" more authentic? Or more honest? Or are we just diluting our limited pool of Broadway shows with even more off-the-mark gimmickry?Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-75945640101373730082007-06-21T22:47:00.000-04:002007-06-21T23:00:46.367-04:00The Complacent TheaterHere's a controversial topic for all the artists out there, but having seen two terrible shows in a row (and I mean awful, near unredeemable works) by the names of <span style="font-style: italic;">27 Heaven</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">From Riverdale to Riverhead</span>. I refuse to review these formally; as I've said before, I am not interested in bashing theater, although I will be blogging my gut responses, as usual, at <a href="http://thatsoundscool.blogspot.com">Show Showdown</a>. Anyway, here's the topic.<br /><br />Whatever happened to booing in the theater? It seems to me that we've become complacent audiences, applauding even shows we don't like, and stifling our urges to walk out in an angry fuss. It's ironic that we show so much support considering how careless we've become with our cellphones and cellophane. Or perhaps our nonchalance is just a heightened form of reckless viewing. <br /><br />Now, I'm not advocating disrupting the show, even though theater was born amongst rowdy crowds. On behalf of the one person who may be enjoying a horrible work, I would not begrudge someone their own pleasure, even if I find it perverse. However, I'd like to be able to do more at a curtain call than not applaud. But not only is it uncouth to boo, but such actions would actually villainize me and cast my critiques into doubt. Hell, even blogging a personal opinion sometimes draws down the wrath of the outside world. So why has making your private thoughts public--which is what a play does--become so unacceptable?Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-46633375374767602382007-06-15T08:23:00.000-04:002007-06-15T08:34:47.449-04:00Running Commentary"One must embrace the whole world to then be able to spit it back out again," writes Fabrice Melquiot, whose <span style="font-style: italic;">Devil on All Sides</span> I just saw performed (in translation) by foolsFURY at PS122. Given the whole red state/blue state debate that's been boiling since the Impending Theatrical Blogging Event, I was wondering what the take is on this: clearly, if you want to write a piece about all sorts of characters, this is true, for accuracy's sake. But more and more often, plays are focusing in on specifics, which can either seem freeing or sheltered, and which is why some people I know refuse to go see plays: they find them to be bullshit. Melquiot's play is one of those dividing forces, which is poetic, and visual, and turns war (at one point) into a sort of game children play, but what's surprising about it is that it captures many different voices from the war in the former Yugoslavia. Most plays I see these days wouldn't bother having characters from both sides, especially when it comes to political ones . . . thoughts?<br /><br />By the way, foolsFURY interprets theater like this: "We believe that for theater to be successful it must provide audiences with unique and powerful experiences that they cannot have watching television or film." This is along the lines of a discussion I just had with a co-worker, as to how I despise plays being adapted for film (which, even when it works due to visual prowess, is still just diluting a more intimate act, and justifying people's choices to stay away from the "overpriced" or "inaccessible" theater). Here's a company that's taking it back for the theater by trying to remind audiences that there are some things that they can experience <span style="font-style: italic;">only</span> live and on stage. <span style="font-style: italic;">Devil on All Sides</span> doesn't always work for me, but I'd still rather see that than a film.<br /><br />Finally, a closing thought from E. B. White, no theater attached: "Once having given a pig an enema there is no turning back, no chance of resuming one of life's more stereotyped roles."Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14770024.post-36630187261983023972007-06-12T11:40:00.000-04:002007-06-13T01:18:18.601-04:00Sympathy for the Devil: On ClosureIt was while reading all the backwash about the season finale of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Sopranos</span> that I realized one of the major problems playwrights, theater, and the arts are having as well: the demand of audiences for closure. I wouldn't compromise my vision to placate the audience, but luckily, I haven't yet been given an ultimatum to do so. This, at least, is a blog: I answer to no editor, and my audience, limited as it may be, is pretty accepting of whatever wild theories I may fling out there. But David Chase, who's big as they come in the wake of his success, got panned by "America" and it looks like it's only writers and fellow artists who enjoyed the final episode.<br /><br />As of yet, David Grindley is one of the few directors I've ever seen willing to sustain a show through the obligatory curtain call, and he did so with <span style="font-style: italic;">Journey's End</span>, which has been suffering. As with <span style="font-style: italic;">The Sopranos</span>, the writers get it, the fellow artists do, but the audience itself, again this great confused entity of popular opinion called "America" hasn't responded well to it. Admittedly, it's a lot easier to accept a big show-closing number, even when it's depressing, than it is to have the play cast a lingering pallor over our moods, but why are we so afraid to allow ourselves to be affected?<br /><br />Not that you have to end <span style="font-style: italic;">Pippin </span>or <span style="font-style: italic;">Machinal</span> without a curtain call, or that they're necessarily better for maintaining the artistic sentiments expressed within, but that so many people are frightened of making a stand, and so eager to break the illusion (look at our modern playwrights and the fourth-wall breaking trends) . . . that worries me a little. Comedies mock this all the time, like <span style="font-style: italic;">The Actor's Nightmare</span>, in which George is killed at the end, and remains dead through the curtain call -- but that's OK for the audience, because it's just another joke. Were <span style="font-style: italic;">Pippin</span> not to bring the players back onstage, despite them "quitting" moments before, the audience would be confused. In <span style="font-style: italic;">Machinal</span>, the beauty of our heroine's tragic death is completely stripped by her reappearing thirty seconds later, smiling, bowing, and nodding, with little regard to the emotional journey that the cast has worked so hard to maintain.<br /><br />Blogs rarely have closure, which is one of the reasons they undergo such scrutiny from the mainstream media: they offer topics for debate and give opinions, but these are often light pieces, unsubstantiated gossip or opinions, and not conclusive essays with beginnings, middles, and end. I would argue that it's not really lazy writing, just a different media, one that's trying to engage rather than simply to declare. This is Barry Champlain, trying to reach his audience, only to find out that nobody actually wants to connect, they just want to be told what to think: that way it remains at a distance, and therefore purely as entertainment.<br /><br />Did I offer you a solution, or close up the magical question of what the status of theater is? No. Did I get you thinking about it? I hope so.Aaron Ricciohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05003634532469211190noreply@blogger.com0