It is a few minutes before midnight on a recent Saturday and I am about to relive my childhood in a dark, smelly moviehouse in Tempe. Now surrounded by people half my age who are excited just to be awake at this hour, I required an afternoon nap just to…
All through Shakespeare’s great, self-questioning war whoop Henry V, the Chorus keeps coming on, apologizing to the audience for the theater’s limitations in presenting grand scenes like battles or troop movements. It’s false modesty, of course–Shakespeare, the “bending author” through whose “rough and all-unable pen” (fishing for compliments, are we,…
“Gay men are supposed to be this highly evolved, artistic band of people,” says theater producer Christopher Wynn, “so how come our plays are sold to us with the promise of 10 swinging dicks onstage at every performance?” Wynn, an actor and former Phoenician, moved to Manhattan four years ago…
You can recognize a lady by her elegant hair/but a genuine princess is exceedingly rare . . . –Once Upon a Mattress In the states, we make up for not having our own actual royalty by slinging regal titles as insults: Welfare Queen, Jewish American Princess, royal pain–even kingpin has…
When Neil Simon’s name appears in print, it’s usually set off by one of those nearly epigrammatic phrases like “a name that is synonymous with American comedy,” or “Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright.” Given the number of Simon plays that was produced here last year, his name might well have been appended…
“Can’t you feel the weirdness?” asks Brandon Scott. I’m in the grand ballroom of the Crown Plaza Hotel in downtown Phoenix, in the company of nearly 200 people who have gathered for a sorcerer’s apprenticeship. A large percentage are 50ish, balding guys with ponytails, and 40ish women in oversize tie-dye…
Gay jokes are nothing new to comedian Scott Thompson. After all, he’s gay and he tells jokes. But Thompson, a charter member of TV’s Kids in the Hall and a part-time player on HBO’s The Larry Sanders Show, sometimes tells gay jokes that aren’t very funny, at least not to…
In 1978, the building at the southeast corner of Scottsdale Road and Shea Boulevard was known as the Windmill Dinner Theatre. The name quickly paints the picture: rubber chicken followed by broad bedroom farce. The snowbird audience members laugh dutifully through act one and spend act two nodding into their…
Last week, two very different plays about ethnic minority cultures opened at local Equity houses. August Wilson’s brilliant Seven Guitars is a study of 1940s black America haunted by the author’s recent statements against multicultural theater, while Our Lady of the Tortilla is Latino playwright Luis Santiero’s satire of old…
The Actors Group production of Love! Valour! Compassion!, Terrence McNally’s Tony Award-winning epic about friendship and fealty told by a lot of frequently naked gay men, is a manipulative, richly comedic three-act that probably plays better to a gay crowd than a straight one. Its frequent references to campy old…
College theater depends heavily on the largess of its audience. It may be fair to expect a workmanlike performance from an Equity player, or to grumble about a crummy community-theater production, but it’s unreasonable to expect greatness from theater-student shows. Student productions–the bulk of whose audiences are usually blood-related–beg our…
“That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, it’s everything you’ve never wanted in a circus and much, much less–like a lip-smackin’, finger-poppin’, high-steppin’, limboin’, bimboin’ barrel full of drunken monkeys! Fun, fun, fun, c’mon down. Hankering for a cantankerous, prankerous, panky-hankerous spank? Freaks, geeks and butt cheeks! Practiced pandemonium! Concentrated idiocy, just…
It’s tough, even in a town with a large theatrical talent pool, to cast an all-singing, all-dancing musical revue. In Phoenix, it’s next to impossible. And when you’re talking about a show that relies on the talents of six African-American hoofers with big voices, the casting choices are even more…
Watching Phoenix Theatre’s production of Lizard is like listening to a bad joke told by a beautiful person. Dennis Covington’s meandering morality tale has been superbly mounted and is acted by one of the most impressive local casts in recent memory. But beneath the glitzy facade and despite all the…
Before there was Tony Kushner’s Pulitzer Prize-winning Angels in America, there was the playwright’s adaptation of Pierre Corneille’s L’Illusion Comique, written by the French lawyer and dramatist in 1635. Like Kushner, Corneille is better known for a later drama: His 1637 neoclassic tragedy Le Cid enjoyed enormous critical success. Today,…
In an early draft of Phoenix playwright Carol DuVal Whiteman’s Katsina, the story ends with a stage full of extras dressed as elaborate approximations of Hopi kachinas. But Whiteman spiked the scene when her Hopi friends objected to public representations of their deified ancestral spirits. Would that some benevolent organization…
The musty old warehouse at Second Street and Roosevelt is better known for its garish mural than for what goes on inside. After five spotty seasons, Planet Earth Multi-Cultural Theatre is still looking for its audience, even while its founders–Peter Cirino and his wife, actress Mollie Kellogg Cirino–are preparing to…
Crispin Glover is not a kook. Never mind the time he almost beheaded David Letterman with a platform-heeled karate kick. And forget the rumors that he hangs upside down from high-rise apartment balconies to relax. We won’t discuss Glover’s collection of doll eyes neatly arranged according to size, or his…
Michael Grady is a playwright/actor/director who not only turns out fine work, but is content to stay in Phoenix putting out for a theater audience that’s still developing a taste for new plays. Lured here in the late ’80s by Actors Theatre of Phoenix, Grady has remained, appearing in lead…
In 431 B.C., Euripides’ Medea took last place in an annual festival of plays held in honor of the god Dionysus. Although the dramatist usually took top honors in this contest, the judges were loath to give high marks to a play in which a mother kills her own children…
The last time you looked, the Orpheum Theatre was probably either boarded up or maybe hosting a concert by your favorite rock band, say R.E.M. But last week, after a 12-year-long, $14 million fix-up, the formerly run-down vaudeville house was reopened as a mirror image of its younger self. Its…
There’s nothing worse than bad Shakespeare. A successful mounting of any of the Bard’s plays requires confident acting and a director and cast with a detailed knowledge of the material. Nevertheless, a pair of local stages have been overtaken by comedies of error that provide abundant laughs–both intentional and otherwise–at…
