From left, Jim Weaver, Tina D. Stump, Aveena Sawyer, Channy Lewis, and Eugene Sumlin. Photo | Bob Christy

Porthouse offers transportive  ‘Ain’t Misbehavin’’

By Bob Abelman

Porthouse Theatre has found the perfect formula for a delightful evening’s escapism: take 30 of the best 1920s and 1930s jazz and swing compositions by Harlem nightclub legend “Fats” Waller, divide them among five extraordinarily entertaining performers, add a tight three-piece band, and subtract any semblance of a storyline.

The Tony Award-winning “Ain’t Misbehavin’,” conceived by Richard Maltby Jr. and Murray Horwitz, is a foot-tapping revue that celebrates the music of a man who lived life large. The production, under Eric van Baars’ superb direction, features the immense talents of Tina Stump, Jim Weaver, Chantrell Lewis, Aveena Sawyer and Eugene Sumlin.

The song list is heavy with classic tunes like “The Joint is Jumpin’” and “Spreadin’ Rhythm Around” that involve the entire ensemble and are imbued with the bawdy, raucous frivolity that helped lift listeners from the doldrums of the Great Depression. They are uplifting still.

Some songs, like “Fat and Greasy” and “Lounging at the Waldorf,” show off the humor, ad-libs and playful mugging Waller was known for, while others serve as a showcase for individual performers.

The lithe Jim Weaver offers a remarkably provocative rendition of “The Viper Drag/The Reefer Song” while Eugene Sumlin seduces the audience with his rather naughty rendition of “Honeysuckle Rose.” Tina Stump and Aveena Sawyer demonstrate their incredible versatility as singers throughout the evening, but never more than in “Squeeze Me” and “I’ve Got a Feeling I’m Falling,” respectively. The gifted Chantrell Lewis does the same in the sweet “Keepin’ Out of Mischief Now.”

The production occasionally down-shifts into soulful tunes like “(What Did I Do To Be So) Black and Blue,” a beautifully arranged and solemn reflection on life during the Jim Crow era that takes full advantage of the tight harmonies this corps of performers is capable of achieving.

Scenic designer Patrick Ulrich transforms the Porthouse Theatre performance space into a swanky ballroom, complete with a two-tier parquet floor with piano key inlays around the edges, an enormous illuminated clamshell centerpiece, and art deco pillars at each end. On the top tier resides the band – Edward Ridley Jr. on piano, James Alexander II on drums, and Jeremey Poparad on upright bass – whose exuberant playing more than makes up for their lack of stage presence.

When the sun sets, the stage is flooded with Jakyung Seo’s gorgeous lighting design and the sound of stride piano playing fills the air, it is all too easy to give into “Fats” Waller’s tunes and let your troubles slip away. The only thing missing is a bootleg highball served tableside. cv

On Stage

WHERE: Porthouse Theatre, 3143 O’Neil Road, Cuyahoga Falls

WHEN: Through July 22

TICKETS & INFO: $27-$38, call 330-672-3884 or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at 2017 Ohio AP Media Editors best columnist.

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on July 9, 2017.

Lead image: From left, Jim Weaver, Tina D. Stump, Aveena Sawyer, Channy Lewis, and Eugene Sumlin. Photo | Bob Christy

Photo / Courtesy of the Shaw Festival

The Shaw Festival

By Bob Abelman

Theater critic Bob Abelman has returned from Niagara-on-the-Lake in Ontario, Canada to report on this season’s offerings at the Shaw Festival. Here are his reviews-in-brief of five of the shows that have opened thus far and are running through October.

“Saint Joan”

The cast of "Saint Joan". Photo | Emily Cooper

The cast of “Saint Joan”. Photo | Emily Cooper

The 2017 production of Bernard Shaw’s “Saint Joan” marks two milestones and one millstone for in-coming artistic director Tim Carroll.

It is his Shaw Festival directorial debut, his first undertaking of a work by the Festival’s namesake, and his obligation to follow the tradition of former artistic directors Christopher Newton and Jackie Maxwell, who staged “Saint Joan” in 1981 and 2007, respectively.

The play examines the exploits of French military visionary Joan of Arc (Sara Topham in her Festival debut) – a 15th-century peasant girl proclaiming herself to be on a divine mission to save France from England.

Shaw made a conscious choice to focus on the private moments in her story rather than the big public events. We witness the prelude to but never see Joan’s siege of Orleans. Charles is crowned King in Rheims Cathedral, but we only overhear a conversation in a side chapel afterwards. We sit in on Joan’s trial but never observe her capture, imprisonment or execution. As a result, Shaw’s prose and poetry take center stage, which draw attention to the humanity behind the history and the ideas behind the idolatry.

Shaw also intended the play to be produced with simple staging, plain clothes and contemporary language to release the tale from its medieval moorings.

In response, scenic designer Judith Bowden and lighting designer Kevin Lamotte have created a dark, stark and wonderfully abstract performance space occupied by just a few hollow geometric objects that drop from the rafters. A narrow, vertical and translucent rectangle, for example, serves as Joan’s prison.

The action on stage seems untethered to any particular time or place, with only Claudio Vena’s sound design – which includes occasional medieval chanting from the cast members – hinting at the play’s historical context.

The performers are as comfortable with the rapid rhythms of Shaw-speak as classically trained actors would be with iambic pentameter at a Shakespeare festival. Everyone, particularly Topham as Joan and Festival mainstay Benedict Campbell as the Archbishop of Rheims, is interesting, engaging and adds the final ingredient to the production that turns “Saint Joan” into a show that should not be missed when visiting Niagara-on-the-Lake.

“Me and My Girl”

Kristi Frank as Sally Smith and Michael Therriault as Bill Snibson in "Me and My Girl". Photo | David Cooper

Kristi Frank as Sally Smith and Michael Therriault as Bill Snibson in “Me and My Girl”. Photo | David Cooper

“Bernard Shaw’s first impulse was to entertain,” notes Tim Carroll in his online Artistic Directors’ Message. “And that is the drive behind this whole season.” It is certainly the end-result of this season’s absolutely delightful showcase musical “Me and My Girl,” which was inspired by Shaw’s “Pygmalion.”

This frothy 1937 confection, with music by Noel Gay and book and lyrics by L. Arthur Rose and Douglas Furber, is set in England where a family of snooty aristocrats discovers that the legitimate heir to the title of Earl of Hareford is a smooth-talking cockney hustler named Bill Snibson (Michael Therriault). Before the estate can be passed to young Bill, he must be made into a proper gentleman and deemed worthy by the Duchess of Dene (Sharry Flett) and Sir John Tremayne (Ric Reid) of marrying Lady Jacqueline Carstone (Elodie Gillett).

In the end, Bill and his girl Sally (Kristi Frank) – like Eliza Doolittle before them – learn that becoming gentrified has its advantages and the upper-crust discover the simple joys of regular people.

As is the case with so many of the musical comedy romps of the 1930s, “Me and My Girl” is a thoroughly enjoyable compilation of fast-paced dialogue laced with rapier one-liners (Lady Jacquie: “I am not one to be simply tossed aside.” Bill: “No, you are to be thrown with great force.”), saccharine-sweet ballads, and huge madcap ensemble numbers that seem to surface out of nowhere and with little provocation.

And like so many of the musicals staged at the Festival, this show’s Broadway quality choreography (Parker Esse), sizable and stellar orchestra (directed by Paul Sportelli), eye candy design (set by Drew Facey and costumes by Sue LePage), and high-energy performances are nothing short of spectacular. “Me and My Girl” is certainly one of the highlights of the season’s offerings.

“1837: The Farmer’s Revolt”

The cast of "1837: The Farmers' Revolt". Photo | David Cooper

The cast of “1837: The Farmers’ Revolt”. Photo | David Cooper

And then there’s “1837: The Farmer’s Revolt,” a dramatized history lesson where attendance is the due diligence one pays for shows like “Me and My Girl” and “Saint Joan.”

First performed by Toronto’s upstart Theatre Passe Muraille in 1973, the play tells the story of the Upper Canadian resistance against British imperialism and the unsuccessful 1837 rebellion that was fueled by American frontier democracy and led by a Toronto-based newspaperman William Lyon Mackenzie (Ric Reid).

It was originally told through simple folk art storytelling with an ensemble of six male and female actors playing dozens of characters regardless of gender. It is told here in a similar vein with eight actors, but is adapted by director Philip Akin to include color-blind casting and meet the high performance standards of the Festival.

After many seasons of watching the Shaw ensemble putting on accents to portray Dubliners, Brits and Americans, it is only right that a company of English-speaking Canadian actors play English-speaking Canadian characters in a patriotic drama by a Toronto-born – albeit Hebrew University of Jerusalem-educated – playwright, Rick Salutin.

Still, with a 2 hour and 15 minute run time, sitting through “1837: The Farmer’s Revolt” feels like homework.

“Dancing at Lughnasa”

The cast of "Dancing at Lughnasa". Photo | David Cooper

The cast of “Dancing at Lughnasa”. Photo | David Cooper

Brian Friel’s deeply personal, Tony Award-winning memory play takes place in the summer of 1936 when the now-adult narrator, Michael (Patrick Galligan), was just 7 years old.

It revolves around five unforgettable women – his aunts Kate (Fiona Byrne), Rose (Diana Donnelly), Agnes (Claire Jullien) and Maggie (Tara Rosling) and his unwed mother Christina (Sarena Parmar) – who try but fail to eke out an existence in a small village in Ireland.

The elements that have slowly but efficiently eroded these women’s lives – their deep-rooted heartache and isolation, the hurtful gossip of the unseen community, and the advancing industrial revolution – are relayed through an undercurrent of longing and melancholy provided by the playwright’s novelistic and economic storytelling.

It is given physical form in Sue LePage’s simple scenic design that decorates the Royal George stage with the dull dark wood furnishings and serviceable artifacts of a modest home against a dramatic gray backdrop.

So thick is the sadness in this production, as directed by Krista Jackson, that it keeps the women’s intuitive and healing spirit of the dance from welling up as it should in the play’s most memorable and powerful scene. It also keeps the play at a bit of a distance despite the best efforts of the actors playing the Mundy sisters to be engaging and walk that fine line found in memory plays between what is actual and what is illusory.

“Wilde Tales”

Kelly Wong as Swallow, Marion Day as Happy Prince and Jonathan Tan as Worker in "Wilde Tales". Photo | David Cooper

Kelly Wong as Swallow, Marion Day as Happy Prince and Jonathan Tan as Worker in “Wilde Tales”. Photo | David Cooper

Oscar Wilde’s genius never blazed more brightly or in such short-form as his 1888 collection of children’s stories. Incoming associate artistic director Kate Hennig has cleverly adapted four of these stories – “The Happy Prince,” “The Nightingale and the Rose,” “The Remarkable Rocket” and “The Selfish Giant” – for the stage, featuring actors Marion Day, Emily Lukasik, PR Prudat, Sanjay Talwar, Jonathan Tan and Kelly Wong.

But this is not a piece of children’s theater, not with Wilde’s acerbic wit and satiric tonality and the infusion of Victorian sensibilities and symbolism that adults will find intriguing. If anything, this production’s introduction of Mike Petersen’s puppets, enchanting audience participation, and John Gzowski’s charming music to the power of eloquent speech bestowed upon a caring statue, selfless bird, egotistical firework and selfish giant are necessary to make these stories more accessible to children. And it does so brilliantly.

Jennifer Goodman’s set and costume designs, inspired by Victorian-era illustrations and toys, transform the Court House Theatre’s intimate performance space into an inviting garden. And at 55 minutes in length, “Wilde Tales” will easily hold the attention and stir the imagination of young and old alike.

Since its inception in 1962, the Shaw Festival has offered theater for two circles of audience – the hardcore theatergoers who come to Niagara-on-the-Lake for professional productions of provocative plays and the cultural tourists who come for the water sports, the wineries and the shopping but are drawn to the musicals or the more populist and familiar fare. This season, like the ones before it, offers world-class storytelling and exceptional production values that will please everyone. cv

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at 2017 Ohio AP Media Editor’s best columnist.

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on June 26, 2017.

Lead image: Photo / Courtesy of the Shaw Festival

From left, Fabio Polanco as Franklin Hart, Jr., Erin Diroll as Doralee, Amy Fritsche as Violet, and Courtney Elizabeth Brown as Judy. Photo | Paul Silla

Porthouse Theatre’s ‘9 to 5’ undermines as it entertains

By Bob Abelman

It is easy to understand why the 1980 film “9 to 5” was so popular.

Featuring three corporate female employees who were tired of hitting their heads on the low-hanging glass ceiling, the comedy tapped frustrations still felt by women in the years following the fledgling modern feminist movement. It offered the fantasy solution of a hostile takeover of the company’s “sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot” boss by way of female ingenuity and newly found sisterhood.

It also starred actors Lily Tomlin as Violet, Dolly Parton as Doralee and Jane Fonda as Judy.

It is disconcerting that the film was turned into a blatantly formulaic, eager-to-please Broadway musical in 2009, with a bloated book by Patricia Resnick and pop songs by Dolly Parton that generate an abundance of gimmicky and often lumbering production numbers.

Worse, the same year that the Broadway stage depicted undervalued office manager Violet losing promotions to under-qualified men, curvaceous southern-fried secretary Doralee being helplessly ogled and groped by CEO Franklin Hart, Jr., and the newly divorced secretary, Judy, searching for self-confidence, Hillary Clinton became Secretary of State, five women won Nobel prizes for medicine, literature, economics and chemistry, and conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan found American servicewomen leading raids, manning tank gunners and engaging the enemy on the front line.

If the movie felt like an artifact of the 1970s, “9 to 5: The Musical” comes across as an incidental self-parody – a work so woefully out of touch with its time that it must be making fun of the 1970s or itself. But it isn’t.

Its comedic portrayal of the sexism and sexual harassment facing women in the workplace undermine their real-world significance then and now. And its tasteless laughs at the expense of the alcoholism that plagues one of the other secretaries is appalling.

Not surprisingly, the show lasted a mere five months on Broadway.

So it is disheartening that Porthouse Theatre has resurrected this tunefully upbeat but brain-dead and out-of-step musical to kick off its 2017 season.

To her credit, director Terri Kent attempts to sugarcoat all that is egregious by staging this musical as if it were harebrained and harmless live-action animation.

The caricature that is the villainous CEO Franklin Hart, Jr. is so broadly drawn by the gifted Fabio Polanco that he seems cartoonish, as if steam might spew from his ears and his red head would explode when angry, which is often. If it weren’t for the toxicity of what passes as humorous banter, Polanco’s portrayal would be a hoot.

The same goes for the wonderful Sandra Emerick as Hart’s administrative assistant, Roz, who literally strips away her tightly buttoned-up demeanor to reveal her lust for her boss and let loose her inner Jessica Rabbit during the rousing “Heart to Hart.”

The talented ensemble’s manner is similarly cartoonish, playing everything with excessive enthusiasm and to the back of the house, and executing Kelly Meneer’s standard issue musical theater choreography as if they were loving it.

While Amy Fritsche, Erin Diroll and Courtney Elizabeth Brown are excellent as Violet, Doralee and Judy, respectively – possessing tremendous voices and incredible stage presence – they are given too much responsibility for the plot’s progression to forego authenticity to help offset the show’s implicit offensiveness.

As a result, Doralee’s cutesy, character-defining “Backwoods Barbie,” while beautifully sung by Diroll, leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

When Violet imagines herself as a corporate executive in the musical number “One of the Boys,” actor Fritsche strips down to short-shorts while her male counterparts are in business suits, which is insulting and dumbfounding.

And Judy’s anthem of empowerment, “Get Out and Stay Out,” is so outdated that the blatant invitation to boldly applaud girl-power at its conclusion is merely met by the rote response of polite clapping for Brown’s fine performance.

All this is supported by a wonderful 12-piece orchestra under Jennifer Korecki’s direction, which makes the mediocre score soar, and takes place in front of Terry Martin’s permanent set that embraces a 1970s-inspired color scheme and consists of multiple doors through which enthusiastic ensemble members speedily transport furnishings on wheels between the show’s short scenes.

This production is very well presented. It’s the work itself that is problematic. If you go, leave your brain and every progressive bone in your body at the door. CV

On Stage

WHERE:  Porthouse Theatre, 3143 O’Neil Rd., Cuyahoga Falls 

WHEN:  Through July 1

TICKETS & INFO:  $22 – $40, call 330-672-3884 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on June 18, 2017.

Lead image: From left, Fabio Polanco as Franklin Hart, Jr., Erin Diroll as Doralee, Amy Fritsche as Violet, and Courtney Elizabeth Brown as Judy. Photo | Paul Silla

Daniel Scott Telford and Molly Israel. Photo | Andy Dudik

Beck Center’s superb ‘Really Really’ puts the “I” in iPhone

By Bob Abelman

In the tragicomical “Really Really,” which premiered at Washington D.C.’s Signature Theatre in 2011, 26-year-old playwright Paul Downs Colaizzo puts his own entitled, self-centered generation on display. And it isn’t pretty.

The play opens with a wonderfully wordless scene in which inebriated, short-skirted upperclassmen Leigh and Grace (the riveting Molly Israel and Rachel Lee Kolis, respectively) return to their campus apartment after an epic kegger.

While Grace’s 90-proof exhilaration lapses into regurgitation, Leigh is busy reflecting on the drunk sex she had that evening, the consensuality of which will be the plot point that drives this play’s drama.

What compels this play’s comedy can be found in the testosterone-saturated party apartment of the brash and braggadocious Cooper (a disarmingly likable Chris Richards) and the more studious and sensitive Davis (the charming Daniel Scott Telford).

They, too, are recovering from the evening’s festivities and upon the arrival of rugby teammates Johnson (an intense Jack Schmitt) and Jimmy (Randy Dierkes, in an understated but effective performance), recount their conquests by engaging in the playfully profane wordplay and frat-boy preoccupation with sex that dominates each conversation and defines their relationships.

As the hormones and booze subside, so does the humor as what happened that night between Leigh and Davis is given closer examination. Well, as close as possible considering that the sex in question occurred behind closed doors before the audience took their seats and when everyone on stage was under the influence. Davis doesn’t remember a thing. Leigh remembers saying “no.”

Accusations become legal actions. Friendships are challenged. And looking out for Number One goes from being a catchy mantra for Generation Me to really intriguing theater on the Beck Center’s intimate Studio Theater stage.

The playwright cleverly builds the tension by keeping most of the action within these two apartments and shifting from one to the other with increasingly rapid succession.

Scenic designer Cameron Caley Michalak makes these shifts silent and seamless by having one apartment morph into the other by way of a rotating platform that swaps out the girls’ kitchenette for the boys’ living room.

Director Donald Carrier sees these set changes as a theatrical opportunity and allows departing characters in the previous scene to share just a fleeting moment and some intense eye contact with arriving characters in the scene to follow.

Carrier and his cast actually take advantage of every moment in the script and always find something interesting to offer.  And because this play is not without its faults, they often come to its rescue.

Rather than simply allowing the play’s overriding theme of generational self-absorption to reveal itself organically through dialogue, which it does, the young playwright clobbers us over the head with a scene in which Grace delivers a passionate, bullet-pointed speech at a meeting of the conservative Future Leaders of America.

Fortunately, this allows the exceptionally talented Kolis to showcase her skills as she milks the melodrama and allows the speech’s irony to bubble to the surface.

And rather than allowing the play’s comedy to bow out to make way for the intense drama, Colaizzo introduces us to Leigh’s white-trash sister, Hayley (Olivia Scicolone), who comes to visit so to reap some of the financial benefits her sister is sure to generate by accusing a rich boy of rape.

Some really fine acting keeps Hayley from being merely distracting comic relief.  And by portraying her as the only character without an ounce of pretense, Scicolone helps expose the sexual politics being played out in this production.

“Really Really” had a twice-extended run Off-Broadway in 2013. It will not be surprising if the Beck Center production follows suit.

On Stage

WHERE:  Beck Center for the Arts, 17801 Detroit Ave., Lakewood

WHEN:  Through July 2

TICKETS & INFO:  $12 – $31, call 216-521-2540 or go to

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at Ohio AP Media Editor’s best columnist.

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on June 3, 2017.

Lead image: Daniel Scott Telford and Molly Israel.  Photo | Andy Dudik

From left, Darius Stubbs, Adam Seeholzer, Faye Hargate, Holly Holsinger, Raymond Bobgan, and Colleen McCaughey. Photo | Steve Wagner

CPT’s haunting ‘Red Ash Mosaic’ takes a deep dive into poetic theater

By Bob Abelman

“Indelible and idiosyncratic.”

“A wide array of styles from vast corners of the globe, often intermingled together in ingenious ways.”

“A seamless fusion of the familiar and the exotic.”

“An expression of beauty, strength and endurance, despite the grim subject matter.”

These are quotes from reviews of Paul Simon’s quintuple-platinum album “Graceland” which, on the surface, have nothing whatsoever to do with Cleveland Public Theatre’s production of “Red Ash Mosaic” – a haunting, esoteric and original experiment in theatrical form that is targeted, according to a press release, for “the bold, the curious, the brave.”

But upon entering CPT’s Gordon Square Theatre, I overheard that Simon would soon be performing at Jacobs Pavilion at Nautica. And so my head was filled with the geographically disparate musical strains and vibrant tunes from my favorite album, “Graceland,” as the lights faded and the performance began.

Soon those words and melodies were replaced by the intriguing sights and sounds devised and performed by Raymond Bobgan and members of his Cleveland Core Ensemble – Darius Stubbs, Faye Hargate, Adam Seeholzer and Dionne Atchison – along with performers Holly Holsinger, Colleen McCaughey and Sarah Moore. Bobgan also directs the work.

At the center of “Red Ash Mosaic” is a scene that takes place in a video store as patrons go about their business as a storm builds and rages outside. One patron – a Muslim woman dressed in black, traditional garb – leaves a backpack in a corner of the store, which generates fear and hatred that mysteriously accesses alternative timelines, otherworldly dimensions and deeper states of being.

Inspired by ancient texts, such as “The Egyptian Book of the Dead,” as well as Henry Corbin’s “Creative Imagination in the Sufism of Ibn ‘Arabi” and the works of the mystical Persian poet Hafiz, Bobgan and crew explore what it means to live and what it means to die.

But rather than providing a running narrative, they do so by taking us on a sensory and sensuous journey filled with interweaving and contradictory narrative threads, riveting spasmodic movement, a cappella singing and chanting that is rhythmically, harmonically and melodically captivating, acrobatic flying and excerpts from poetic texts. All of which is accompanied by an evocative soundtrack composed by Matthew Ryals and dramatic lighting designed by Benjamin Gantose.

And so Paul Simon’s “Graceland” – though more mainstream and accessible – comes to mind, for it pushes the boundaries of storytelling by merging ’50s R&B with mbaqanga, township jive, shangaan music, zydeco and chicano rock, offering recognizable rhythms through unfamiliar vocalizations that are accompanied by unusual instruments. So does “Red Ash Mosaic,” which delivers “… a seamless fusion of the familiar and the exotic.”

Each song in “Graceland” creates a distinctive image that somehow connects to the work as a whole. So does each “… indelible and idiosyncratic” movement in “Red Ash Mosaic.”

While the album addresses apartheid, “Red Ash Mosaic” is “… an expression of beauty, strength and endurance, despite the grim subject matter” of death.

“Graceland” proved harder to love than any other Simon album, yet it managed to sell more than 10 million copies because of the artist involved and the quality of the work being offered.

In the world of collaboratively devised and exploratory theater, Raymond Bobgan is the artist of note. He is surrounded by exceptionally talented and fully committed performers. And the quality of “Red Ash Mosaic” is superb.

On Stage

WHERE:  Cleveland Public Theatre, 6415 Detroit Ave., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through June 17

TICKETS & INFO:  $12 – $30.  Call 216-631-2727 or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at Ohio Media Editors best columnist.

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on June 4, 2017.

Lead image: From left, Darius Stubbs, Adam Seeholzer, Faye Hargate, Holly Holsinger, Raymond Bobgan, and Colleen McCaughey. Photo | Steve Wagner

Back from left, Dennis Burby as Hector, Wesley Allen as Panama, and Beau Reinker as Eliseo. Front from left, Kelsey Rubenking as Janis, Jamal Davidson as Eric, and Hillary Wheelock as Lila. Photo | Cory Molner

‘Massacre’ is both the title of and commentary on con-con’s production

By Bob Abelman

At the core of José Rivera’s “Massacre (Sing to Your Children),” first staged in 2007 at the Goodman Theater in Chicago and currently in production by convergence-continuum, is an outlandish tale about oppression.

The oppressor is a fellow named Joe, whose powers include the mind control of children, the ability to look into the souls of adults, and making infertile the land and the women of the small town of Grandville. For five years, he has engaged in psychological torture, rampant rape and the killing of those who do not abide by his strict and strictly enforced curfews.

It is never clear whether Joe’s reign of terror represents a political dictatorship, a religious theocracy or the innate evil in the human animal – all of which are even-money bets considering Rivera’s other works (“Marisol,” “The Motorcycle Diaries”) and the themes they embrace. What is clear is that Joe’s hunger cannot be satiated, his charisma cannot be quenched, and his evil cannot be extinguished.

We know this because, at the start of the play, the seven townspeople brave enough to revolt against and brutally butcher Joe return, bloody and euphoric, to their leader’s humble apartment to revel in their victory and make plans for the future, only to have Joe – still alive, angry and vindictive – come a-knocking by intermission.

Some of the seven are willing to give the killing of Joe another go but after turning on each other and forsaking their leader in frustration, most regret their primitive acts of violence, repress their oppression by finding comfort in it, and return to their homes.

The play’s ambiguity – about what Joe represents, about what the revolt against him means, and about what the revolt’s failure signifies – is never addressed or resolved over the course of the evening, which is infuriating. This play is an allegory for something, but what is anyone’s guess.

The ambiguity is not nearly as infuriating as Rivera’s means of presenting it. Much of the play’s dialogue employs stilted, pretentious, heightened language that is as uncharacteristic of the ordinary folks who speak it as it is foreign to the kind of story in which they reside.

Imagine John Gielgud or Laurence Olivier reading and paraphrasing aloud a Steven King novel and you’ll get a sense of this highly stylized piece of storytelling.

While some performers in this production (Hillary Wheelock, Beau Reinker and Lucy Bredeson-Smith) have created distinctive characters who manage to speak this dialogue with a sense of authenticity and urgency, others (Wesley Allen, Kelsey Rubenking and Brian Westerley) only come close while a few (Dennis Burby and Jamal Davidson) never seem comfortable in the skin or with the words they’ve been assigned.

Other productions of this play have attempted to bypass its ample ambiguity and off-set its off-putting pretentiousness by throwing theatricality at it in the form of visceral intensity – an amplified soundtrack, an infusion of Latin-American magical realism, and gallons of gore. Some have set the play in an abandoned slaughterhouse, costumed the seven vigilantes in grotesque animal masks, and armed them with pick-axes and tire irons instead of weapons fashioned from household tools used for dicing and slicing.

But con-con’s production, under Clyde Simon’s direction, goes to the other extreme.

The setting is a low-budget rendering of a low-rent apartment. The staging is stark and comparatively realistic. The gore is limited to stains on clothes and dried blood sparingly smeared on hands and faces.

Such minimalism works well because it allows the powerful poetry that Rivera scatters throughout the script to be delivered without distraction.  But it calls attention to the play’s many imperfections as well.

It also turns the play’s drama into unfortunate melodrama on the occasions when Simon chooses to step up the production values. This happens when actors about to soliloquize step into the isolating illumination that lighting designer Cory Molner has waiting for them and when sound designer Beau Reinker’s gentle underscoring swells to signal a mood shift.

It’s admirable that Simon and company have taken on a play with such a high degree of difficulty, particularly since few productions have been able to turn it into something worthwhile. But we need to add con-con’s production to that list. CV

On Stage

WHERE: Liminis Theatre, 2438 Scranton Rd., Tremont

WHEN: Through June 10

TICKETS & INFO:  $10 – $20.  Call 216-687-0074 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on May 21, 2017.

Lead image: Back from left, Dennis Burby as Hector, Wesley Allen as Panama, and Beau Reinker as Eliseo.  Front from left, Kelsey Rubenking as Janis, Jamal Davidson as Eric, and Hillary Wheelock as Lila. Photo | Cory Molner

The cast of "Me and My Girl". Photo | David Cooper

By Bob Abelman

NIAGARA-ON-THE-LAKE, Ontario, Canada – “We need theater more than ever – that wonderful alchemy that takes us out of ourselves and the world,” posts Shaw Festival’s in-coming artistic director Tim Carroll on the company’s website.

He ought to know, having recently served as associate director at London’s reconstructed Globe Theatre, where the tradition of offering theater – particularly the works of Shakespeare and other Elizabethan playwrights – dates back to the mid-16th century.

The Shaw Festival is not nearly as historic, though it has been offering plays that range from the provocative to the traditional and from musical to melodrama since 1962.

And with the Stratford Festival performing classical theater with special emphasis on the plays of Shakespeare just 116 miles to the west, the Shaw Festival has long set its sights on the works of George Bernard Shaw, his contemporaries and modern-day Shavians.

“Bernard Shaw’s first impulse was to entertain,” notes Carroll, “and that is the drive behind this whole season.”

With a staggering 11-play repertory that is built from scratch and performed by members of a residential 62-member ensemble from April to October, Carroll most certainly has his work cut out for him.

Designers William Schmuck and Kevin Lamotte lead teams that collaborate with each production’s director to create set, sound, costume and lighting designs that complement the play’s time and text. Meticulous historical and dramaturgical research is combined with creative instincts and artistic risk-taking. As a result, The Shaw’s production values are celebrated as among the best in the world.

Each production is further enhanced by the playhouse in which it is staged. The four theaters, which are a short walking distance from one another, include the modern 869 seat proscenium-arch Festival Theatre, which caters to large-scale productions; the 327 seat performance space in the Court House Theatre, which was built in the 1840s; the intimate 1913 vaudeville house, called the Royal George Theatre; and the 200 seat Studio Theatre with its flexible performance space.

All this takes place in the heart of the charming, historic town of Niagara-on-the-Lake, where the Niagara River meets Lake Ontario. The town – a mere four-hour drive from Cleveland – is filled with boutique shopping, fine dining and small hotels, and surrounded by bike paths, B&Bs and wineries best known for their world-class production of a luscious, intensely flavored dessert wine.

Here is a description of this season’s repertoire, which Carroll notes will not only take us out of ourselves but will be “bringing us together and reassuring us that we have each other’s backs.” Several productions will be reviewed in upcoming issues of the Cleveland Jewish News.

For tickets, call 1-800-511-SHAW or go to

SAINT JOAN — Opens May 25 Closes October 15

By Bernard Shaw

Bernard Shaw’s lyrical and poetic play about the most remarkable teenage girl in history. Considered either a divinely-inspired savior of France or a pathetically deluded country girl, Joan is bound to become an embarrassment to the male-dominated world she has turned upside-down.

THE MADNESS OF GEORGE III — Opens May 26 Closes October 15

By Alan Bennett

A touching love story and political comedy. King George III may have been anointed by God, but when he starts to lose control of his speech and his bodily functions, it’s clear that he’s all too human.

ME AND MY GIRL — Opens May 27 Closes October 15

Book and Lyrics by L. Arthur Rose and Douglas Furber

Music by Noel Gay

Downton Abbey meets Pygmalion in this toe-tapping musical. A delightful comic romp from the 1930s follows the fortunes of Bill Snibson, a proud cockney who is amazed to learn he’s actually the fourteenth Earl of Hareford. But if he wants to claim his title, he’ll have to shed his old life and his love for Sally Smith.

1837: THE FARMERS’ REVOLT — Opens May 27 Closes October 8

A play by Rick Salutin and Theatre Passe Muraille

A handful of immigrant farmers struggle for years to turn Upper Canada’s forests into farmland; now they are told that their land has been dished out to government cronies. With William Mackenzie as their leader, a band of desperate men and women march down Toronto’s Yonge Street in an uprising that paved the way for nationhood.

DANCING AT LUGHNASA — Opens June 23 Closes October 15

By Brian Friel

In the 1930s, five unforgettable women – Kate, Rose, Agnes, Christina and Maggie – try to eke out an existence in Ireland, the land where no tears are without laughter, and no laughter is without tears. Each woman is filled with passionate longing: and yet they deal with it in their own, different ways – except when they are all equally possessed by the spirit of the dance, welling up from the buried, ancient powers of their native land.

ANDROCLES AND THE LION — Opens June 24 Closes October 7

By Bernard Shaw

In ancient Rome, a group of early Christians wait to be thrown to the lions in the Colosseum. Some are more eager to be martyrs than others; the Romans just think they are all crazy. Shaw takes the fable of the man who pulled the thorn from the lion’s paw as the starting point for one of his funniest plays. This revival will be a daring theatre experiment: everyone in the room – actors and audience – will have to the chance to get involved in an experience that will be different every time.

WILDE TALES — Opens June 24 Closes October 7

By Oscar Wilde/Adapted by Kate Hennig

Oscar Wilde’s genius never blazed more brightly than in The Happy Prince, The Nightingale and the Rose, The Remarkable Rocket and The Selfish Giant. In these tales, created to delight and inspire the child in each of us, he conjures a fantastical world in which statues, birds and even fireworks have the power of eloquent speech. Before each performance children can participate in a one hour workshop to help the actors create the magic on stage.

1979 — Opens June 25 Closes October 14

By Michael Healey

One of Canada’s most celebrated playwrights takes on one of its least celebrated leaders. Joe Clark’s career as prime minister lasted barely longer than Michael Healey’s razor-sharp new comedy. 1979 is a touching portrait of a politician who really wants to serve his country, but isn’t willing to bend the rules to hold onto power.

AN OCTOROON — Opens July 28 Closes October 14

By Branden Jacobs-Jenkins

When Dion Boucicault wrote The Octoroon in 1859 it was considered a masterpiece. Its story of a plantation owner falling for a woman of mixed race was taken as a bold plea for racial tolerance; now it seems embarrassingly racist. Branden Jacobs-Jenkins’ radical response compares attitudes to race then and now in the funniest and least comfortable theatre experience in years.

DRACULA — Opens July 29 Closes October 14

By Bram Stoker/Adapted by Liz Lochhead

Stunning, sexy, funny and scary, Bram Stoker’s Gothic classic is all about repressed erotic hunger: in Victorian England, men are as terrified of female desire as they are of blood-sucking vampires. Lochhead’s interpretation shifts the emphasis from the titular demon to the female characters: virtuous Mina, flirtatious Lucy and sensible Florrie. Attempting to protect the women from their blood-thirsty neighbor are the social-climbing Jonathan Harker and the well-meaning Arthur Seward.

MIDDLETOWN — Opens July 30 Closes September 10

By Will Eno

In the most average town in North America, a group of average people – including Mrs. Swanson and John Dodge – are living average lives of quiet desperation. And yet somehow, in the midst of all this isolation, the most basic human urge persists: the desire to matter to someone else. They may go about it in odd ways, but everyone in Middletown is looking for love. CV

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News.  Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on April 20, 2017.

Lead image: The cast of “Me and My Girl”. Photo | David Cooper

The Chagrin Valley Little Theatre is a landmark in downtown Chagrin Falls. Submitted photo

Edelman has ‘scene’ it all as CVLT enters 87th season

By Bob Abelman

The Village of Chagrin Falls isn’t much on hyperbole.

Unlike other historic townships that attempt to capitalize on their charm by commercializing and calling attention to it, Chagrin Falls simply allows its early 19th-century appeal to speak for itself.

That is, except when it comes to the Chagrin Valley Little Theatre, which is one of the oldest, continuous community theaters in the nation and the source of much local pride.

A sign on the street that houses the unassuming red brick CVLT just off the main street square boasts the presence of a “theater district.” This hangs just below the sign that reads, “Not a through street.”

“The theater is an integral part of the thriving arts and culture scene of Chagrin Falls and our standing in the community serves as a foothold for newer arts organizations to thrive,” said Chris White, president of the CVLT board of directors.

CVLT emerged from humble beginnings in 1930, when the sleepy little town of Chagrin Falls had little in the way of culture. Alfred Hill, owner of a short-lived newspaper in the Valley, ran an article suggesting that interested residents meet and form a local group of players. They did, performing a series of one-act plays staged in the Federated Church gym several blocks from the theater’s current location. So successful the first season was that plans were laid for a second.

The Players opened its second season on the upper floor of Old Town Hall, which was built in 1848, and was its home until a fire in 1943 forced the Players to find makeshift accommodations in schools and other local buildings.

In fall 1948, following two fundraising drives, construction began on the present Little Theatre building on River Street. Architect Frank Draz, who also designed the Cleveland Play House and Karamu Theater, drew the final plans for the theater.

The new 262-seat facility opened in November 1949 with the world premiere of “How’s Your Hooper,” by Cleveland Heights playwright Everett Rhodes Castle. Going to the theater became the social thing to do in the Valley and was the first time a young man named Don Edelman stepped foot in CVLT.

In the late-1930s, Edelman grew up acting with Cleveland Play House’s Curtain Pullers, alongside Joel Grey, who lived one block away on East 152 Street.

“My Uncle played in the Palace Theatre pit band alongside Joel’s father, Mickey Katz. My mother and father and all the Katz’s played cards together and any time I auditioned against Joel, he always got the role,” Edelman recalled. “Talented kid.”

Although he performed in many local theaters, Edelman did not act at CVLT until a friend of his at Anshe Chesed Fairmount Temple in Beachwood, where Edelman was a congregant and worked with the youth theater, told him that CVLT was desperately looking for men to appear in its production of “Inherit the Wind.”

That was in 1965 and Edelman has directed or acted in nearly 100 CVLT productions since. It was also at this time that television drew people away from live theater and CVLT experienced serious financial difficulties. So Edelman joined the board of directors and within 1½ years, CVLT was back on its feet. He went on to become president of the board.

Last year, Edelman received a “Lifetime Achievement Award” for his contributions to theater.

Edelman said this too is hyperbole for neither his lifetime nor his achievements have come to a close. He recently played the title role in the CVLT production of “Visiting Mr. Green,” where he portrayed an old, grumpy devout Jew (“quite an artistic stretch” he quipped). He is also about to perform in the theater’s one-act play festival and is co-directing an original play, “Love, Honor and Other Complications,” with his wife, Cindee.

The 88-year old Edelman, who remains on the board, and the newly renovated building that houses the 87-year old CVLT have a history together. And they are not done yet. CV

Lead image: The Chagrin Valley Little Theatre is a landmark in downtown Chagrin Falls. Submitted photo


From left, Mickey Patrick Ryan, Andrew Kotzen, Mack Shirilla and James Penca. Photo | Roger Mastroianni

Great Lakes Theater’s brand equity sorely missing from doo-wop driven ‘Forever Plaid’

By Bob Abelman

A lightweight jukebox musical is the last thing one would expect from the same theater company that just dared to double-cast a female in the title role of Shakespeare’s “Hamlet.” And jukebox musicals don’t regularly appear on the resume of the director who recently staged the story of axe wielding double-murderess Lizzie Borden.

But currently on the Great Lakes Theater stage under Victoria Bussert’s direction is the corny and contrived “Forever Plaid,” sans the brand equity that typically accompanies productions by Cleveland’s classic company and without the ingenuity typical of its top-tier director.

Written and staged off-Broadway in 1989 by one-hit-wonder Stuart Ross, the show introduces us to Frankie, Jinx, Sparky and Smudge. The boys are members of the doo-wop group “The Plaids” who, in 1964 and not long out of high school, were killed in a car accident on the way to their first professional gig at an airport lounge.

They appear before us – resurrected in matching dinner jackets and cummerbunds by mysterious cosmic forces – to perform the show they never got to do and, hopefully, hit the elusive perfect harmony.

The boys sing renditions of 28 Top-40 tunes from the 1950s, including Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne’s “Three Coins in the Fountain” and Richard Adler and Jerry Ross’ “Rags to Riches,” which are set to era-specific synchronized dance moves courtesy of choreographer Gregory Daniels. They are accompanied on stage, just to the left of Jeff Herrmann’s glittery lounge-show set piece, by Matthew Webb on piano and Timothy Powell on bass.

In true jukebox musical fashion, the boys provide benign banter between songs that supplies the flimsy narrative that holds this production together and engage in gimmicky antics – such as an abbreviated version of “The Ed Sullivan Show,” a story about a close encounter with Perry Como, and the dragging of audience members on stage – to offer a bit of variety to what is essentially a 97-minute musical revue.

Played with immense charm by Mack Shirilla, Mickey Patrick Ryan, Andrew Kotzen and James Penca, the boys also lack the spontaneity that was evident, according to posted reviews, in their performances this past July and September at Great Lakes’ sister theaters in Lake Tahoe and Idaho, respectively. This pre-fabricated production is also missing one musician, a percussionist, which doesn’t help matters.

Fortunately, the singing by these Baldwin Wallace University trained performers is spot-on and a pleasure to listen to. And the elusive perfect harmony is nailed in the final song, Paul Francis Webster and Sammy Fain’s “Love is a Many Splendored Thing.”

“Forever Plaid” is clearly targeted at audiences old enough to have first experienced its song list at 45 rpm on vinyl. On the Wednesday matinee of my attendance, they were well represented by members of the Valley View Community Center, Federated Church Seniors, O’Neill Healthcare North Olmsted, Eastlake Senior Center, and Willowick Senior Center.

In addition to providing a joyful, unsolicited and somewhat precarious fifth part to every songs’ four-part harmony, they offered a slow but sincere standing ovation at the end of the production.

Should you come to this Great Lakes Theater production of “Forever Plaid,” it is highly recommended that you bring a septuagenarian as your plus-one. CV

On Stage

WHERE:  The Hanna Theatre, 14th St. and Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through May 21

TICKETS & INFO:  $13 – $80, call 216-241-6000 or visit to

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on May 11, 2017.

Lead image: From left, Mickey Patrick Ryan, Andrew Kotzen, Mack Shirilla and James Penca. Photo | Roger Mastroianni

From left, Amy Fritsche (Phyllis), Megan Medley (Meaghan), and Fabio Polanco (Earl). Photo | Michelle Berki

New Ground’s ‘These Mortal Hosts’ offers a fresh twist on an old tale

By Bob Abelman

In the New Testament, a messenger of God tells John the Baptist to go into the wilderness to prepare for the coming of a messianic figure greater than himself.

In 15th century France, Joan of Arc testified to hearing angels and saints tell her to lead the French Army in rescuing her country from English domination.

And in Dove Creek, Colorado, three unlikely and seemingly random locals – a self-absorbed high school senior named Meaghan, an anal-retentive bank manager named Phyllis, and a kind-hearted, straight-talking grocery store butcher named Earl – find themselves in the middle of a miracle in Cleveland playwright Eric Coble’s “These Mortal Hosts.”

The play – a psalm with a sense of humor – is receiving its world premiere in the 12th annual Cleveland Play House New Ground Theatre Festival, an event that has firmly established itself as a champion of intriguing art and emerging artists.

Everything in “These Mortal Hosts” is set in motion by a car crash that takes the lives of three teenage boys. While the small town mourns, Meaghan (a thoroughly delightful Megan Medley) hears voices telling her to prepare the world for a day of reckoning, Phyllis (an always engaging Amy Fritsche) finds herself pregnant without the aid of intercourse, and Earl (an absolutely charming Fabio Polanco) discovers his kind heart growing exponentially to the point of explosion.

As did the messengers of God before them, Meaghan, Phyllis, and Earl begin to question their sanity as these bizarre and socially isolating changes from within begin to alter their world view and turn their neighbors against them. But as their lives become increasingly linked, the meaning behind the madness takes on divine clarity, magnitude and urgency.

Anyone who has read about the apocalyptic prophecy in the Book of Revelation or, better yet, rented the supernatural thriller “The Seventh Sign” – where the apocalypse comes to Demi Moore in Venice, California – knows where “These Mortal Hosts” is heading.

But the journey that takes us there is paved with remarkable storytelling. In this production, the playwright’s idea, director Laley Lippard’s creative vision, the simple but effective stagecraft by Cameron Michalak (scenic design), Michael Bol (lighting design), Esther Haberlen (costume design) and Roc Lee (sound design), and the actors’ wonderfully textured performances join forces to create something greater than the sum of these extraordinary parts.

As he demonstrated in “My Barking Dog,” “The Velocity of Autumn” and other works, Coble’s writing is as entertaining as it is smart and engrossing. In “These Mortal Hosts,” direct-address monologues dominate the script and immediately relay the nature of each character and then set up the aforementioned magnitude and urgency of their newfound circumstances. The pacing of this play is guided by the length and rhythms of these monologues, while poignancy and punchlines emerge from their poetry.

And every so often Coble allows the play to linger on a moment – such as when these three mortal hosts sway to the music of their mysteriously synchronized heartbeats and harmonized breaths – which is absolutely mesmerizing.

Director Lippard knows just when to let Coble’s words speak for themselves and when to bolster their emotional impact with theatricality. Using only a desk and three chairs in the small trapezoid-shaped performance space, their well-orchestrated movement coupled with lighting and sound effects establish the play’s various locations and beautifully underscore its mood swings. Assorted props and costuming come from panels that open and close on the surrounding wall. The result is a fluid, seamless and always interesting 90-minute production.

Lippard also delivers an exceptional cast of local actors who not only capture the essence of their characters but manage to be thoroughly endearing throughout their respective trials and tribulations, which is essential in a short play with a big message about faith and hope.

You may recall that things didn’t end well for John the Baptist or Joan of Arc, though Demi Moore came out OK.  Finding out about the fate of Meaghan, Phyllis and Earl is just one of the many reasons to see this play. Another is to say you did before this work is released upon the world and the many accolades it will no doubt receive start pouring in. CV

On Stage

WHERE: Helen Rosenfeld Lewis Bialosky Lab Theatre, 1501 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN: Through May 20

TICKETS & INFO: $15 – $30, call 216-241-6000 or go to

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on May 13, 2017.

Lead image: From left, Amy Fritsche (Phyllis), Megan Medley (Meaghan), and Fabio Polanco (Earl). Photo | Michelle Berki

From left, David Jennings (Mike), Heidi Blickenstaff (Katherine), Jake Heston Miller (Fletcher), and Emma Hunton (Ellie). Photo | Jim Carmody

‘Freaky Friday’ causes Cleveland Play House and Playhouse Square to swap souls

By Bob Abelman

In 2011, the Tony Award- and Pulitzer Prize-winning Tom Kitt (“Next to Normal”) collaborated with Tony Award- and Grammy Award-winning Lin-Manuel Miranda (“In the Heights) to write the score and lyrics for “Bring it On.”

“Bring It On” loosely was based on a 2000 nonmusical film – a silly teen comedy with a formulaic storyline and cardboard cutout characters – that spawned sequels so bad they went direct-to-video. Kitt and Miranda’s exceptional’ talents were able to raise the musical version’s IQ a few points, but the mediocre film became a mediocre stage production.

And now Kitt is at it again, either out of White Knight Syndrome that drives him to rescue lesser works from their fates or as an opportunity to capitalize on the lucrative teen and pre-teen markets. Or both.

This time he convinced his “Next to Normal” colleague Brian Yorkey to write the lyrics for another fluffy screen-to-stage teen comedy based on the 1976 Disney film and 2003-remake, “Freaky Friday.”

The show, branded “Disney’s Freaky Friday,” was adapted and updated by Bridget Carpenter (“Friday Night Lights,” “Parenthood”) with music by Kitt and Yorkey. It features a warring control-freak mother and rebellious teenage daughter who accidently trade souls for a day courtesy of a pair of magical hourglasses.

The musical borrows heavily from Disney Channel tropes by offering highly improbable conflicts with highly predictable solutions, an ensemble of unidimensional adults and instantly recognizable archetypical teens – the mean girl, the cool guy and the insecure best friends – as well as an all-too-obvious show-ending moral about learning to love and appreciate one another.

First performed at the Signature Theatre in Arlington in 2016, “Disney’s Freaky Friday” is now a co-production between the Cleveland Play House, the La Jolla Playhouse in San Diego (where it was staged prior to the current CPH run) and the Alley Theatre in Houston (where it will be going after the CPH run).

Unlike other CPH co-productions, this show comes pre-packaged from the Disney factory with much of the original cast, including the wonderful Heidi Blickenstaff and Emma Hunton as mother Katherine and daughter Ellie. Also included is the entire creative team of Broadway professionals, including director Christopher Ashley (“Rocky Horror Show” and “Memphis”) and choreographer Sergio Trujillo (“Jersey Boys” and “On Your Feet!”).

As a result, the show more closely resembles the high-gloss national tours found in the Palace Theatre next door than the homegrown artisan productions typically found in CPH’s Allen Theatre.

The upside is that everyone – from the leads to the ensemble (including the mean girl played by Jessie Hooker, the cool guy played by Chris Ramirez, and the insecure best friends played by Sumi Yu and Jennafer Newberry) – has Broadway and/or national tour credits, so everything pops with top-tier talent and professionalism.

While the many songs are stand-alone affairs that don’t serve to move along the storyline, enough of them are stellar – particularly “Parents Lie,” “Bring My (Baby) Brother Home” and “No More Fear” – and serve to remind us that the guys who wrote “Next to Normal” are in the room.

Although the show has all the inanity of the original work, everyone on stage embraces and has fun with it. And because the show already ran for several weeks at the Signature Theatre and La Jolla Playhouse, this production is as tight, polished and brazenly confident as a tour.

The downside is that the show has all the inanity of the original work and even though the cast has fun with it, the one-trick gimmick of a grown woman and a teenage girl swapping souls gets old in a hurry. So does the excess of vocal calisthenics in the delivery of nearly every song, which caters to the teens in the audience.

Beowulf Boritt’s scenic design is simplified and prefabricated, just like a touring show, so it can be easily dismantled and reconfigured on the CPH, La Jolla Playhouse and Alley Theatre stages. But this show’s design is simplified to a fault, relying on Howell Binkley’s superb lighting design and four four-sided pillars that rotate to establish the play’s locations. One side displays household appliances so we know we are in the house, and so on.

Behind the pillars is a permanent backdrop depicting a silhouette of homes in a typical Chicago neighborhood, which becomes askew when Katherine and Ellie’s souls are swapped and returns to normal when they do. A turntable has been inserted into the stage and there is the sense that it is used not so much to facilitate the storytelling as to give us rotating people to look at given the lack of more interesting production values.

The bottom line is that, like “Bring it On” before it, “Disney’s Freaky Friday” is so grounded in its source material that it can’t quite shed the weight. Despite Tom Kitt’s best efforts, there will be no rescuing this work. CV

On Stage

WHAT:  “Disney’s Freaky Friday

WHERE:  Allen Theatre, 1407 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through May 20

TICKETS & INFO:  $25 – $110, call 216-241-6000 or go to

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on April 27, 2017.

Lead image: From left, David Jennings (Mike), Heidi Blickenstaff (Katherine), Jake Heston Miller (Fletcher), and Emma Hunton (Ellie). Photo | Jim Carmody

Photo / Jeremy Daniel

Touring ‘Something Rotten’ is an absolute treat

By Bob Abelman

“Something Rotten!” – which takes place in South London in 1595, opened on Broadway in 2015 and is currently on tour and on stage at Playhouse Square – puts to rest the long-standing debate about who actually wrote the plays attributed to Shakespeare.

Rumors have long suggested that the author is either or a combination of playwright Christopher Marlowe, essayist Francis Bacon, dramatist George Peele, adventurer Walter Raleigh, William Stanley, the 6th Earl of Derby, or the cultured aristocrat Edward de Vere, the 17th Earl of Oxford.

We now know that the plagiarizing Shakespeare got all of his best ideas from the Bottom Brothers, the two down-on-their-luck playwrights featured in the deceptively smart and absolutely shameless spoof written by Karey Kirkpatrick and John O’Farrell.

Astoundingly hummable music and hilarious lyrics – starting with the opening number “Welcome to the Renaissance” – are written by Kirkpatrick and his brother Wayne.

“Something Rotten!” revolves around the earnest Nick Bottom (brilliantly handled by Rob McClure), who hates Shakespeare as much for his thievery as his rock star reputation among adoring theatergoers, and the pathologically naïve Nigel Bottom (a thoroughly endearing Josh Grisetti).

The two underdog playwrights hire a bargain-basement soothsayer named Thomas Nostradamus (an absolutely hysterical Blake Hammond) to look into the future so they can claim Shakespeare’s most popular play as their own. Nostradamus picks up pieces and parts of “Hamlet” but also discovers an art form that will take the world by storm – the musical – where singing and dancing replaces dialogue and overpriced drinks can be purchased in a lobby. His vision provides random insights into showgirls, chorus lines and pieces and parts of various hit musicals, all of which become part of their finished production, called “Omelette.”

The first act of “Something Rotten!” supplies the huge set up for the hilarious musical theater mash-up number from “Omelette,” performed in the second act.

As Will Shakespeare, Adam Pascal (of “Rent” fame) serves up his still-standing rock ‘n roll vocals with a Keith Richard’s ultra-cool demeanor and swollen sense of self. The contrived origins of Shakespeare’s most famous lines are ingenious.

The touring production also possesses the exceptional talents of Maggie Lakis as Bea, Nick’s headstrong wife; the adorable Autumn Hurlbert as Portia, Nigel’s puritan love interest; and Scott Cote as Portia’s father, who is also a closeted leader of a puritan sect. Some very funny one-liners are also provided by Jeff Brooks as Shylock.

An extraordinarily talented ensemble fills the stage and does so with the kind of unbridled enthusiasm and Monty Pythonian/Mel Brooksian flair necessary to support such enchanting inanity.

All this is directed/choreographed with witty and reckless abandon by Casey Nicholaw, who won a 2011 Tony Award for his work on the perfectly irreverent and hugely successful “The Book of Mormon.”

Broadway production designers Scott Pask (scenic), Gregg Barnes (costume), Jeff Croiter (lighting) and Peter Hylenski (sound) create a Stratford-on-Avon that looks like a colorful, overstuffed pop-up book, built for sight gags and jaw-dropping production numbers.

“Something Rotten!” is the kind of big, boisterous and brassy musical theatergoers think about when the word “Broadway” is mentioned. This tour meets all expectations and is an absolute treat to watch. CV

On Stage

WHAT:  “Something Rotten!”

WHERE:  Connor Palace Theatre, 1511 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through May 14

TICKETS & INFO:   $10 – $95, call 216-241-6000or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on April 28, 2017.

Lead image: From left front, Josh Grisetti as Nigel, Rob McClure as Nick, and the ensemble of “Something Rotten!” Photo / Jeremy Daniel

Photo / Steve Wagner

Dobama’s ‘Hand to God’ is demonically funny

By Bob Abelman

Hand puppets can get away with saying just about anything.

As innocent extensions of their handlers, Burr Tillstrom’s Kukla, Fran and Ollie, Sherri Lewis’ Lamb Chop and Jim Henson’s Muppets charmed and educated golden age TV audiences with their cheery dispositions, disarming naiveté and clandestine moral guidance.

More recent wood and fabric fabrications such as Jeff Dunham’s abusive Walter, Robert Smigel’s Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, and the ensemble in Broadway’s bawdy “Avenue Q” give voice to their creators’ progressive social commentary and particular political leanings.

And then there’s Tyrone, the profane and demonically possessed sock puppet who currently rants against religion on the Dobama Theater stage in Robert Askins’ outrageous comedy “Hand to God.”

The play begins in a church basement in Cypress, Texas, where young members of Pastor Greg’s (David Bugher) Christian ministry (played by adults) engage in puppet therapy to help the shy Jason (Luke Wehner) learn to express himself, help the sexually aggressive Timothy (Austin Gonser) find a more constructive creative outlet, and help Jessica (Molly Israel) – the secret object of Jason’s affections – find God.

The therapy is run by Jason’s mom, Margery (Tricia Bestic), who could use a bit of help herself as she struggles with guilt over her husband’s death-by-over-eating and the resultant emotional toll it has taken on Jason.

Soon Jason’s puppet Tyrone broadcasts the boy’s private thoughts, acts out his primitive impulses and base instincts, and eventually takes over the soul of the teen attached to the arm that is attached to him.

At first glance, this play seems to be little more than the stuff Tyrone is made of – a wad of impudence swaddled in slightly askew cuteness, bedazzled with blinding vulgarity, and built to shock and amuse with its malevolence and boldfaced blasphemy.

But the play’s 2011 Obie Award (off-Broadway), 2015 Tony nominations (Broadway) and 2016 Olivier nominations (London) suggest that this is more than just a perverse puppet show aimed at agnostic adults. There’s some deep thought just beneath the titillation that has made “Hand to God” one of most produced new plays in the country.

Look close and you’ll see that the play strips away normalcy so to showcase for our consideration a range of human foibles and frailties.

The debilitating and disorienting power of shame is on display, albeit in the form of Margery’s seduction of young Timothy, which is performed with superb comedic timing and clever choreography by Bestic and Gonser.

The lure of lust is also examined by way of simulated coitus between Israel’s hand puppet and Wehner’s Tyrone, an absurd act that takes its cue from “Avenue Q” but with heightened explicitness.

In Wehner’s magnificently violent, one-man wrestling match between Jason and Tyrone, we witness the human psyche’s perpetual battle between the id and the superego.

And the play suggests that hypocrisy exists in the heart of the super-devout, handled with immense grace by Bugher.

OK, this sounds like I’m over-intellectualizing all that is naughty in “Hand to God” in order to justify it. But everything Askins has to offer lands with resonance as well as audacity. And, under Matthew Wright’s sleight-of-hand direction, even the dropping of f-bombs is raised to an art form. His actors offer a master class in balancing horror with humor, vulnerability with vulgarity, and playing impertinence with a straight face.

All this is complemented by delightful stagecraft. Richard Ingraham and Marcus Dan’s haunting sound and lighting designs, Yesenia Real-Rivera’s playful prop design, and Ben Needham’s rotating scenic design that seamlessly and repeatedly swaps out the church basement with other locations feeds the frenzy that is “Hand to God.”

Puppets can most certainly get away with saying just about anything. And “Hand to God” pushes this notion awfully close to the breaking point. CV

On Stage

WHAT:  “Hand to God”

WHERE:  Dobama Theatre, 2340 Lee Rd., Cleveland Hts.

WHEN:  Through May 21

TICKETS & INFO:  $29 – $32.  Call 216-932-3396 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on April 24, 2017.

Lead image: Luke Wehner as Jason/Tyrone. Photo / Steve Wagner

From left, Jeremy Webb, Marc Moritz and Georgia Cohen in a Cleveland Play House production of “Bell, Book and Candle.” Photo by Roger Mastroianni

Two veterans of Cleveland-area stages weigh in on what goes through an actor’s head while on stage

By Bob Abelman

“I pretty much try to stay in a constant state of confusion just because of the expression it leaves on my face.” – Actor Johnny Depp

Artistic expression and creative invention are such intuitive and emotional enterprises that even their most skillful practitioners can’t quite explain how they do what they do when they do it. 

Fortunately, a recent issue of the journal Frontiers in Human Neuroscience – a bedtime staple on most nightstands – reported on research and insight on the subject.   

Brain signals were measured using lightweight wireless sensors as professional dancers expressed themselves through ballet, jazz and modern dance movement. 

It was discovered that what appears so instinctive, effortless and fluid on stage is the result of vigorously snapping synapses in the sensory motor network as well as the prefrontal cortex kicking into overdrive. 

Dancers use multiple parts of the brain simultaneously and actively, including those involved in higher-order decision-making and a part of the frontal lobe with the fun-time name “infra parietal sulkus” that plays a key role in envisioning, controlling and initiating physical action.

Similar research involving musicians was performed at London University’s psychology department. It was found that musicians who have been trained to learn enormous sections of music by imaginative association, rather than by rote, tend to create and access during performance a complex, visual architectural space in their heads. 

“Acting is all about honesty. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.” – Actor George Burns

So what’s going on inside the heads of actors?

Sure, acting requires memorization and a host of complex psychological skills, such as imagination and empathy, to evoke visceral emotions and create authentic characters. And actors carefully block out movements during rehearsal so their lines are always matched to the same physical motions, forming a kind of bodily mnemonic device.

But do actors actually think when they act? And what do they think about? 

“There’s no doubt that actors’ brains differ in important ways from the brains of accountants, cab drivers and neurosurgeons,” noted cognitive scientist Bruce McConachie in the latest issue of American Theatre magazine, “but exactly how and why, no one knows.” Most of the evidence is merely anecdotal rather than scientific. 

Broadway producers and agents, for instance, have long reported that actors are brainless, thoughtless creatures. Heartless and inconsiderate, too.   

Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright David Mamet noted in his book “Theatre” that an actor thinking only complicates matters: “They need only say their lines and get out of the way of the play.” Of course, Mamet believes that a director thinking is also unnecessary, suggesting that “they should make sure the actors don’t step on each other’s lines … and then get out of the way of the play.”

There are hundreds of books on acting technique, from Stanisklavsky’s time-honored tome “On Acting” to Stella Adler’s “The Art of Acting,” that offer advice about what to do to prepare for a performance. But they share little insight into what occurs in the mind during one.

“Acting is the expression of a neurotic impulse.” – Actor Marlon Brando

To help advance the state of neurological research, but without all the paperwork, two prominent, deep-thinking, Cleveland-based stage performers sat down at a local restaurant to discuss this issue. And to have a light snack.

One is long-time actor and improvisational guru Marc Moritz, who decided to forego a light snack and have the corned beef and fries. He is joined by popular standup comedian and voice-over actor Marc Jaffe, who went with a salad.

The results of this meeting are as insightful as they are scholarly, which means not very.

Marc Jaffe at a 2015 Shaking With Laughter fundraising event to benefit those with Parkinson’s disease. Photo by Michael Weil

Marc Jaffe at a 2015 Shaking With Laughter fundraising event to benefit those with Parkinson’s disease. Photo by Michael Weil

Moritz: What was the question?

Jaffe: He asked what we have in our head when we perform. I have the Garfield 1-2323 jingle for aluminum siding. It’s been there since 1967.

Canvas: Actor Spencer Tracy once said that the job of an actor was to “learn your lines and don’t bump into the furniture.” Is that all there is to it?

Moritz: “Don’t bump into the furniture” is good advice. In improv and standup, and many times in theater, there is no furniture. So there you have it.  Sorry. What was the question?

Jaffe: On stage, there’s a mental sweet spot between observation and oblivion called “being in the moment.” Instincts and preparation take over. But at the same time you are overly aware and hypercritical; analyzing and self-reporting everything you are doing and saying on stage. Actors seek that balance between spontaneity and self-reflection.   

Moritz: Wow.

Jaffe: I memorized that from a book, but it sounded like I just made it up. See, I was in the moment.

Moritz: What an audience may call a “bad performance” is often an actor being too self-conscious. A “great performance” is where all the training, technique and thinking are invisible to the eye – even though great actors are very self-reflective on stage. I should know. I’ve been told this by great actors.

Jaffe: There’s probably more actual thinking going on in standup than in regular acting. Although what you are performing is a well-rehearsed set of jokes, good comedians are aware of their audience’s responses and cleverly incorporate them into the performance.

Moritz: There’s even more quick thinking during improvisation. There is no script, so improv actors are constantly creating, making adjustments to the audience, and reacting. 

Canvas: Are there times when the brain simply doesn’t kick in, when that sweet spot you mentioned is elusive and “being in the moment” doesn’t occur?

Moritz: Sure. Sometimes the active mind wanders during a long scene in a long play where all you are is living scenery. 

Jaffe: As a comedian, there are Saturday nights when I do three shows.  I’ve been in the middle of a joke during the third show and in my head I ask “Did I do this joke already?” And then the audience laughs and I think, “Whew, I wonder if they’ll notice if I took a nap?” 

Moritz: Sometimes emotion takes over. I was once working at a playhouse I won’t identify called Great Lakes Theater in a production I can’t mention called “You Can’t Take It With You.” In it was an actor I will not name, so let’s just call him “Andrew May.” There was an emotional scene when Andrew’s character is wrestling and strangling another character. Of course, the actor is not really choking the other actor but in one performance Andrew was so lost in his character and so into the moment that he actually rendered the other actor unconscious. 

Canvas: So no infra parietal sulkus activity whatsoever.

Moritz: None to speak of.

Jaffe: Can you imagine what the understudy was thinking the next day, on stage, in that same scene and in the arms of an emotional Andrew May? Talk about snapping synapses.

Canvas: Any other insight to share with the folks at Frontiers in Human Neuroscience and London University?

Jaffe: Here is the true answer to your inquiry: My overriding thought while up on stage – and the focus of 98 percent of any actor’s concentration during each and every performance throughout the history of theater – is “Don’t fall off the end of the stage.” CV

“Dying is easy. Comedy is hard.” – Actor Edmund Gwenn, on his deathbed

Jonathan Dyrud as Hamlet. Photo / Roger Mastroianni

Great Lakes’ ‘Hamlet’ worth seeing twice

By Bob Abelman

God hath given you one face, and you make yourself another.    ~”Hamlet,” Act III, Scene I

By featuring male and female twins in two of his comedies, “The Comedy of Errors” and “Twelfth Night,” Shakespeare capitalized on the humor that comes from mistaken identity and misdirection and the provocation found in issues grounded in gender roles and social politics.

By double-casting the title character in “Hamlet” with a male (Jonathan Dyrud) and a female (Laura Welsh Berg) actor in alternating performances, the only thing Great Lakes Theater director Charlie Fee meant to capitalize on was his deep and diverse talent pool of performers.

Laura Welsh Berg as Hamlet. Photo / Roger Mastroianni

Laura Welsh Berg as Hamlet. Photo / Roger Mastroianni

Women have appeared in Shakespeare’s plays since 1660, once Charles II officially granted permission to do so for two theater companies in London. And women have been earning critical acclaim for their portrayal of Hamlet since 1775, when the young Sarah Siddons toured the British provinces in the Prince of Denmark’s codpiece and fine hosiery.

Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t, for casting Hamlet in the feminine allows the character to weep more unabashedly over the death of his father, reveal more emotion while plotting the revenge he seeks by killing his murderous uncle, and more boldly bare his vulnerabilities to the audience in splendidly penned soliloquies.

And such casting forces audiences to look at and listen to this classic play more closely and from a different vantage point, which may reveal a new understanding of the historic text as well as contemporary attitudes toward gender.

All this happens in the Great Lakes Theater production but, for Fee, the play’s the thing and his only concern about having a male and a female Hamlet is how well they manage to play him.

Still, there no getting around the fact that a female answering to “son,” “prince” and “my lord” is a distraction. But so are the many other realities this art form requires us to ignore when watching a play.

We are not, for instance, in Denmark and this is not the Elizabethan age. That is not actually Claudius (David Anthony Smith), Polonius (Dougfred Miller), or the ghost of the King (Lynn Robert Berg) we see before us. Many performers are called on to play two characters and no one on stage speaks in iambic pentameter when off it.

If we are able to suspend disbelief in these pretenses, than we can surely do the same regarding a female Hamlet and Fee makes this particularly easy to do by offering a production steeped in the simple staging traditions of Shakespeare’s Globe Playhouse.

There’s seating areas onstage and surrounding the thrust playing area, rich period costuming by Kim Krumm Sorenson, single-source lighting designed by Rick Martin to dramatically isolate the actors while keeping the surrounding area in darkness, and a majestic two-tier wood structure absent of scenery to enclose the action, designed by Russell Metheny. Subtle underscoring provided by Matthew Webb reinforces the emotion in key scenes, including Queen Gertrude’s (Laura Perrotta) announcement of Ophelia’s (Erin Partin) drowning and Hamlet’s final scene where he answers his earlier question “to be or not to be.”

All this allows us to keep our focus where it belongs: on the words, on the truly brilliant performances turned in by every member of the ensemble, and on the sweet prince who struts and frets his or her three hours upon the Hanna Theatre stage.

As Hamlet on opening night, Dyrud speaks his lines as if they had just come to mind and fully embraces the terrible melancholy, the feigned madness and the dark introspection they reflect. His brooding makes you listen closely, watch without blinking and marvel at the intensity he manifests. All this has his fellow actors responding in kind, resulting in a production that brims with passion and precision.

Berg brings ferocity to the role. Her Hamlet is more rebellious, wears his anger on his sleeve and offers words that are boldly expressed. Her interpretation of Hamlet’s distemper is overtly theatrical, which is particularly apparent when crossing swords with Laertes (Nick Steen).  Although the fight choreography is identical between productions, its execution is much more lavish in Berg’s hands.  Whereas Dyrud’s craft is concealed, Berg’s is unabashedly on display.

Early in the play, Hamlet remarks that “There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.” This applies to the two portrayals of Hamlet, which are marvelous in their own right and do the work justice. Preferring one over the other is simply a matter of personal preference – mine leans toward Dyrud – but neither should be missed. cv

On Stage

WHAT:  “Hamlet”

WHERE:  The Hanna Theatre, 14th St. and Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through April 15

TICKETS & INFO:  $13 – $75, call 216-241-6000 or visit to

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on April 4, 2017.

Lead image: Jonathan Dyrud as Hamlet. Photo / Roger Mastroianni

Adam Langdon as Christopher. Photo / Joan Marcus

Touring ‘The Curious Incident’ astounds more than it engages

By Bob Abelman

“On the spectrum.”

This is the term used to describe Christopher Boone, the teenage hero in Simon Stephens’ stage adaptation of Mark Haddon’s 2003 best-selling novel “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.”

The spectrum represents the range of symptoms and skills Christopher possesses that are associated with autism and Asperger’s syndrome. He has difficulty interacting with others. He is over-sensitive to stimuli, particularly touch. He finds comfort in repetitive behaviors, sees everything but has interest in very little, and possesses a remarkable affinity for mathematics.

And “The Curious Incident” affords us the opportunity to see the world through his unique perspective.

Just as the film “A Beautiful Mind” captured, through clever cinematography, the paranoid delusions associated with John Nash’s genius, “The Curious Incident” relies on high-quality high-tech stagecraft – and 234 sound and 373 light cues – to depict the barrage of stimuli that keeps Christopher in a heightened state of anxiety.

The performance space is surrounded by Bunny Christie’s Tony Award-winning scenic design that entails a huge black mathematical grid that explodes with the animated images that exist in Christopher’s mind – mathematical formulas, city maps, train stations and constellations – as designed by Finn Ross.

An exhilarating electric underscore by Adrian Sutton, intense pulsating lighting design by Paule Costable, amplified ambient sound design by Ian Dickinson, and modern ballet mob-scene movement by Scott Graham and Steven Hoggett work in perfect balance to create an intriguing sense of Christopher’s consciousness.

Playing Christopher in Britain’s National Theatre touring production, which is currently on stage at Playhouse Square, is the magnificent Adam Langdon (who alternates with Benjamin Wheelwright for some performances). Langdon’s portrayal is authentically autistic, artistically risk taking, and always interesting.

And yet, this impressive, immersive theater experience is not particularly engaging. The reason is that this drama is also on the spectrum, exhibiting an excess of storytelling but not much story.

The play revolves around Christopher’s parents, who are estranged due to the pressures associated with looking after their high-maintenance son. In the first act, we and Christopher learn the details of their separation and in the second act we travel with Christopher on his Asperger’s odyssey to London to see his Mom.

Once the sheer novelty and unconventionality of the production values wears off, the thin story beneath it becomes exposed and the show grows tedious.

To cover, the playwright uses the same narrative devices as Haddon’s bestseller but they never quite click on stage.

Christopher’s special-education teacher, Siobhan – a delightful Maria Elena Ramirez – provides Christopher’s inner voice by reading aloud his journal about his family. Because this turns the play and the people in it into an extension of Christopher’s autism, it limits the range and depth with which the parents can be depicted.

The wonderful Gene Gillette and Felicity Jones Latta do what they can to add flesh to their characters, but there’s not much to work with. The talented ensemble, who are afforded moments as assorted neighbors and passersby, are similarly handcuffed.

Later in the play, Siobhan convinces Christopher to turn his journal into a play, which then gets enacted in this production and gives way to some meta-theatrical references that come across as cloying.

Director Marianne Elliott finds the humor and tenderness in this work, as she did when creating the first production of “War Horse” for the National Theatre.

But the heightened engagement she was able to generate from that production and from the London and Broadway productions of “The Curious Incident” get a bit lost amidst the bells and whistles of this touring production. cv

On stage

WHERE:  Connor Palace Theatre, 1511 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through April 9

TICKETS & INFO:   $10 – $90, call 216-241-6000 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on March 23, 2017.

Lead image: Adam Langdon as Christopher. Photo / Joan Marcus

From left to right: Karis Danish (Female Greek Chorus), Nick LaMedica (Male Greek Chorus), Remy Zaken (Teenage Greek Chorus), Madeleine Lambert (Li'l Bit), and Michael Brusasco (Uncle Peck). Photo / Roger Mastroianni

CPH’s ‘How I Learned to Drive’ boldly takes the road less traveled

By Bob Abelman

It has taken 20 years for Paula Vogel’s 1997 Pulitzer Prize-winning “How I Learned to Drive” to appear on the Cleveland Play House stage. But as we learn from the predatory pedophile at the center of her disturbing story, patience has its rewards.

The play takes place in the mind of a young woman (Madeleine Lambert) nicknamed Li’l Bit by her southern family, who at the age of 11 and continuing through young adulthood, is sexually pursued by her Uncle Peck (Michael Brusasco).

“How I Learned to Drive” unfolds as traumatic memories do – scrambled, selective and surreal.

An older Li’l Bit narrates and then jumps into her recollections. A three-member Greek Chorus (Karis Danish, Nick LaMedica and Remy Zaken) phases in and out as assorted relatives and classmates. And fantastic, often incongruous scenic design serves up often unnerving and rapidly shifting imagery.

Scenes in this show are introduced as chapters in a driver’s education manual, reflective of Uncle Peck’s driving lessons and the seduction, disguised as life-lessons, that come with them. Driving serves as the metaphor that drives Li’l Bit’s storyline.

And everyday items, like eating utensils at mealtime and Uncle Peck’s car during driving lessons, are imagined to serve as subtle reminders of the dream world we’ve entered into.

The play’s unsettling taboo theme, unrelenting and intermission-less presentation, and immense theatricality purposefully challenge our comfort zone. And much of its unnerving dialogue is spoken directly at the audience, daring us to look away while simultaneously drawing us in with its southern-fried lyricism and bittersweet humor as delivered by richly drawn characters whose appeal belies the fire that burns within them.

Though a disturbing work, both the playwright and astute CPH director Laura Kepley succeed at never crossing the double yellow line that keeps this play from having head-on collisions with anything too difficult to sit through.

While touching on explicitly sexual themes, little touching and no nudity take place on stage so to quash the arousal of anything but sympathy for the victim. Even in the scene where middle-aged Uncle Peck is taking suggestive photographs of his 13-year-old niece for his private collection, the sexy lingerie used in other productions is replaced with less alluring garb here.

Although Uncle Peck’s incestuous instincts are couched in endearing charm, genuine affection and the influences of alcohol – and the sensational Brusasco’s immense charm is covered in thick sorghum molasses – nothing serves to rationalize his misguided attraction to Li’l Bit or romanticize his actions.

And while Li’l Bit’s curiosity and flirtatiousness are apparent to all – with Lambert brilliantly displaying the neglect, damage and vulnerability just beneath these desperate acts – we eventually come to understand the family dynamics, the social pressures of early maturation and the careful manipulation by Uncle Peck that inspired them.

Scenic and projection design by Collette Pollard and Caite Hevner, respectively, keep the play’s driving metaphor in the forefront by placing a two-lane strip of asphalt highway in the middle of the stage that runs from its edge to its rear, where the road cascades upward into the rafters. Wonderful images that establish a sense of time, place and surrealism are projected on a horizontal array of screens that surround the performance space.

“How I Learned to Drive” is an important and worthwhile part of Cleveland Play House’s season, and the spellbinding performances turned in by this cast should not be missed. And when you come, and come you must, buckle up.

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on March 12, 2017.

Lead image: From left to right: Karis Danish (Female Greek Chorus), Nick LaMedica (Male Greek Chorus), Remy Zaken (Teenage Greek Chorus), Madeleine Lambert (Li’l Bit), and Michael Brusasco (Uncle Peck). Photo / Roger Mastroianni

Christopher Bohan (from left) as Sam, Gordon Hinchen as Avery, and Nate Miller as Dreaming Man in "The Flick". Photo / Steve Wagner Photography

Two thumbs up and 5-stars for Dobama’s ‘The Flick’

By Bob Abelman

Annie Baker’s long, leisurely and 2014 Pulitzer Prize-winning Off-Broadway ode to small, solitary lives is given the splendid treatment it deserves and we have come to expect from Dobama Theatre.

“The Flick” features three emotionally stinted, socially awkward and deeply lonely co-workers at one of the last remaining, independent movie theaters in Worchester County, Mass., to house a 35-millimeter projector. And its seemingly simple story is as sweet and sorrowful as it is masterfully constructed, clandestinely complex and beautifully penned.

Baker is a favorite of Dobama’s. You may remember “The Aliens,” which was performed at the Cleveland Heights theater in 2014 and featured the drug-addled ramblings of a pair of 30-something slackers. They offered terse reflections on the human condition that trailed off into unfinished thoughts, elongated sighs, and slow drags on cigarettes.

In the place of the dramatic arc typically found in theatrical storytelling were a series of subtle, fairly uneventful yet intriguing moments that were buffered by pauses that stretched to epic proportions.

What surfaced from Baker’s deliberate and disarming display of human wreckage was insight into the people we randomly encounter with eyes wide shut and exposure to the delicate albeit discordant rhythms of their street poetry.

The same goes for “The Flick.” Here, we observe the evolving friendship between veteran floor-mopper Sam, newbie employee Avery, and the projectionist Rose as they carry out their repetitive, brain-dead and soul-crushing manual labor for $8.50 an hour.

“The Aliens’” discordant rhythms of speech are replaced here by a wonderfully annoying regional accent that manages to belie the intelligence of the speaker (think Matt Damon in the film “Good Will Hunting,” who starred with Robert De Niro in “The Good Shepherd,” who starred with Kevin Bacon in “Sleepers”), even when Sam and Avery are playing a rousing round of “Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon.”

And the excruciating pauses found in “The Alien” are exchanged for silent moments of mopping in the empty movie house – which is accurately rendered by scenic designer Jill Davis – between screenings.

Each of the eight scenes in Act I and the eight scenes in Act II begins with the house lights dimming, blinding undecipherable images beaming from the film projector booth at the back of the movie theater, the sound of a generic movie soundtrack drawing to a close, and the house lights flickering to life as the screening comes to an end.

The play – with its existential insights into the human condition, its silent moments of mopping, its screening segues and its rounds of “Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon” – clocks in at just over three hours.

Yes, Baker requires that the audience have skin in the game and ante-up patience and perseverance in order to be rewarded for her efforts. And rewarded you will be.

In addition to Baker providing an intriguing play, director Nathan Motta has found an exceptional group of actors to deliver it. Every one of them fits their respective character like a glove and, most remarkably, manages to manifest their character’s defining frailty in their physicality.

The 35-year-old Sam is stuck in a loop of living with his parents, working a dead-end job and secretly adoring Rose. And just as he has never learned how to operate the movie projector, he is incapable of changing the reels and moving forward in his own life.

As Sam, the incredible Christopher Bohan wears his character’s insecurities and lifetime of disappointment on his sleeve, in his shoulders and around his hips, and his ungainly lurch reveals just how uncomfortable Sam is in his own skin.

Twenty-something Rose is a bit of a free-spirit who uses her sexuality to compensate for her pathological self-doubt. This is best seen when she tries to seduce Avery with a wildly improvised and highly cathartic dance, while all that the inexperienced, deeply depressed and spiritually-broken Avery wants to do is escape into a movie.

Actress Paige Klopfenstein does not allow Rose’s physical displays of bravado to mask the character’s humanity. In fact, she does a remarkable job of always keeping it just below the surface of her performance. And Gordon Hinchen’s Avery – a walking, talking composite of phobias, self-consciousness and film-nerd eccentricities – is delightful.

During “The Flick,” Sam notes that “people always freak out when like, you know, when art forms move forward.” He was talking about motion pictures but he just as easily could have been talking about the long, leisurely, Pulitzer

Prize-winning play in which he resides.

“We’re lucky to be living in the era of Annie Baker,” wrote “The New Yorker” not long ago. She’s a playwright “who listens to people so carefully, who re-creates human speech with such amusement and care, that her characters feel startlingly familiar.”

That’s the reward that awaits you at the end of the third hour of this production.

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on March 5, 2017.

Lead image: Christopher Bohan (from left) as Sam, Gordon Hinchen as Avery, and Nate Miller as Dreaming Man in “The Flick”. Photo / Steve Wagner Photography

From left, Pamela Morton, Ashley Aquilla, Scott A. Campbell, Tonya Broach, Ray McNiece, Teresa DeBerry, Maryann Elder, and Sally Groth. Photo | Steve Wagner

Cleveland Public Theatre offers a savory, saucy ‘Barbecue’

By Bob Abelman

Playwright Robert O’Hara has an affinity for laying bare issues of race, class and culture in America by poking all kinds of audacious fun at them.

In “Bootycandy,” seen last year at convergence-continuum, O’Hara explored the stigmatization of homosexuality in African-American culture by presenting it as TV sketch comedy. And, by doing so, he managed to also call attention to the egregious portrayal of blacks in TV sketch comedy.

In “Barbecue,” which premiered Off-Broadway in 2015 and is on stage at the CPT, he showcases similarities in white and black lower-class family dysfunction by having it unfold in the familiar format of the Hollywood domestic comedy. And, by doing so, he manages to also call attention to the egregious portrayal of the lower class in domcoms.

In both plays, which are loaded with ferociously funny one-liners, the outrageousness sometimes gets the better of O’Hara’s good intentions and his efforts to cover so much ground occasionally hits a bump or two. “Barbecue” is particularly problematic in that its first act is rubbed with vinegar and char-grilled on an open flame while its second act is slow-cooked and basted with molasses.

Although this CPT production under Beth Woods’ direction has some difficulty reconciling these inconsistent stylings by being particularly plodding after intermission, it is nonetheless a savory and satisfying offering.

As the show opens, four O’Mallery siblings (Teresa DeBerry, Ray McNiece, Maryann Elder and Sally Groth) have gathered at the local park to share some barbecue and scared-straight talk with their youngest sister Barbara (Jill Levin). Barbara’s out of control drug and alcohol addiction and bad behavior have forced them to confront her in the hope that she will agree to a visit to rehab. Of course, this confrontation is backed up by a Taser set to medium-high. And their hope is bolstered by white-trash ignorance with a Jack Daniel’s chaser and addictions of their own.

The small patch of ill-kept park area (designed by Ryan T. Patterson) – with its dead tree and dying grass, no-frills grill and chain-link entrance – is the perfect place for this ill-planned, open-air intervention to occur.

Just as Barbara shows up at the park, the stage goes to blackout. When the lights return, the white O’Mallerys have been replaced by their black counterparts (Tonya Broach, Scott A. Campbell, Pamela Morton, Ashley Aquilla and Katrice Monee Headd), and the conversation continues where it left off.

Everything is the same – the tacky wardrobe (designed by Inda Blatch-Geib), the setting (lit by Benjamin Gantose), the comedic antagonism and the character-defining addictions – except for the characters’ culturally disparate dealings with their sister and the expletives they readily employ.

The acting – which flies just north of caricature – is magnificent and, when matched with the surreality of juxtaposed O’Mallerys, keeps the audience laughing nearly nonstop.

Watching DeBerry and Broach’s small yet significant tweaks in their respective white and black portrayals of Lillie Anne, the oldest sister who orchestrates the intervention, is a particular pleasure. They are wonderful.

And the price of admission is justified just from witnessing Groth and Aquilla out-do each other as the remarkably addled Marie.

If only a smattering of Cleveland’s own Hot Sauce Williams’ dry spice could have worked its way into the second act of “Barbecue,” which features an intriguing meeting between the two Barbaras. It could certainly use something to hasten its heartbeat and add some much needed heat before all the dysfunctional O’Mallerys take to the stage once more to make a final satirical statement.

O’Hara’s work is an acquired taste for sure, and one certainly worth sampling at the CPT.

On Stage

WHAT:  “Barbecue”

WHERE:  Cleveland Public Theatre, 6415 Detroit Ave., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through March 11

TICKETS & INFO:  $12 – $30.  Call 216-631-2727 or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Feb. 25, 2017.

Lead image: From left, Pamela Morton, Ashley Aquilla, Scott A. Campbell, Tonya Broach, Ray McNiece, Teresa DeBerry, Maryann Elder, and Sally Groth. Photo | Steve Wagner

Jose Llana as the King of Siam and Laura Michelle Kelly as Anna. Photo | Matthew Murphy

Success of touring ‘The King and I’ is no puzzlement

By Bob Abelman

The double-edged sword associated with revivals of Golden Age musicals is that our overfamiliarity with the work – its score, its staging, its characters and the actors who defined them – cries out for change while simultaneously condemning it. Novelty and nostalgia are always at odds in theatrical re-productions.

This is particularly true for stage-to-screen musicals like “The King and I,” where our memories of the original work are cinematic. These perpetually preserved images are impossible to replicate in a live production and are reinforced with every viewing of the 1956 film, so each attempt at innovation is blatantly obvious and often underwhelming.

And yet, director Bartlett Sher’s production of this Rodgers and Hammerstein classic, on tour and on stage at the Connor Palace Theatre, offers creative changes and new ways of tapping our emotions without ever detracting from why it was a classic in the first place.

True to the Tony-winning revival that closed last June at Lincoln Center’s Vivian Beaumont Theater, this touring production manages to be both novel and nostalgic, which is remarkable. The product on stage is breathtaking.

Set in 1860’s Bangkok, the musical tells the story of the unconventional relationship that develops between the King of Siam and Anna Leonowens, a British schoolteacher, whom the modernist King brings to imperialistic Siam to tutor his many wives and children.

This production is intentionally cinematic. It creates gorgeous pictures that fill the stage with Michael Yeargan’s visually dramatic and oversized sets that are color-saturated with Donald Holder and Catherine Zuber’s lighting and costuming, respectively, and animated by Scott Lehrer’s rich sound design. And once the action moves into the Royal Palace, everything on stage is cinematically framed within decorative pillars that are suspended from the ceiling.

During the extraordinary “Shall We Dance?” number in Act II, the pillars move in opposition to the choreography, as if the movement was captured through a roving camera, which also creates the illusion of a more expansive performance space. By doing so, the staging cleverly captures one of the most iconic moments from the film.

Christopher Gattelli’s hyper-precise, Asian-infused choreography pays homage to Jerome Robbins’ original movement from the film and the 1951 Broadway production but takes full advantage of the physical strength and dexterity of his modern dancers.

This touring troupe consists of exceptionally talented dancers, particularly Lamae Caparas, Stephanie Lo, Jeoffrey Watson and Yuki Ozeki. The ballet “The Small House of Uncle Thomas,” performed before visiting British dignitaries to Siam, is one of this show’s many highlights.

While the production values are incredible, it is the performances of the featured actors that drive this show.

Following in Yul Brynner’s enduring footsteps is a difficult feat, so Jose Llana uses his youth as an asset to redefine the role. This King of Siam is more playful and more apt to reveal the insecurities that exist under the character’s outward displays of arrogance and entitlement. As such, he is boyishly charming and immediately endearing, which resets Anna’s response to him from romantic – the go-to-emotion in past productions – to a hard-fought and rather profound admiration.

This is only possible if the admiration is mutual, which is readily established by the earnest fearlessness Laura Michelle Kelly brings to the role of Anna. And, with a voice and stage presence that has graced the Broadway stage in “Finding Neverland, “Mary Poppins” and “Fiddler on the Roof,” she delivers “Hello, Young Lovers” and “Getting to Know You” as Rodgers and Hammerstein had intended.

While all this may result in fewer tears as the two part ways at the end of the storytelling, they are no less heartfelt. And there are more tears to be had in the heartbreak generated by the talented Joan Almedilla as the King’s Chief Wife, Lady Thiang, during her moving rendition of “Something Wonderful” and by Manna Nichols and Kavin Panmeechao, the doomed lovers Tuptim and Lun Tha, in “I Have Dreamed.”

These featured performers are surrounded by a fully committed, highly disciplined and always interesting ensemble. And everyone is accompanied by a large spot-on local orchestra steered by a core of touring musicians and effectively directed by Gerald Steichen.

It is impossible to ask for more out of a national tour or any production of “The King and I.” This is the one that future revivals will be compared to. CV

On Stage

WHAT:  “The King and I”

WHERE:  Connor Palace Theatre, 1511 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through Feb. 26

TICKETS & INFO:   $10 – $110, call 216-241-6000 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on February 9, 2017.

Lead image: Jose Llana as the King of Siam and Laura Michelle Kelly as Anna. Photo | Matthew Murphy

The kids from Jackson High. Photo | Roger Mastroianni

Beck’s ‘Bring It On’ offers cheer-face and style over substance

By Bob Abelman

It has been suggested by experts like Oskar Eustis, the Artistic Director at New York City’s Public Theater, that Lin-Manuel Miranda – who penned the Tony Award-winning musicals “In the Heights” and “Hamilton” – may be the next Shakespeare.

Miranda has, at a very young age, demonstrated incredible productivity, extraordinary popularity and a proclivity for turning the language of the people – in his case, hip-hop and rap – into heightened verse.

And, if it is true that the Bard did not always work alone, neither did Miranda in the making of  “Bring It On: The Musical,” which is currently on stage at the Beck Center for the Arts in collaboration with Baldwin Wallace University’s Music Theatre Program.

“Bring It On” is loosely based on the 2000 film of the same name but features an original libretto by Tony Award winner Jeff Whitty (“Avenue Q”), music by Miranda and Pulitzer Prize and Tony Award winner Tom Kitt (“Next to Normal”), and lyrics by Miranda and Amanda Green (“High Fidelity”).

It revolves around a privileged, lily-white high school cheer captain named Campbell (Kailey Boyle) who gets redistricted from affluent Truman High to a struggling, primarily black inner-city school. There she transforms the homegrown Jackson High hip-hop crew, run by Danielle (Shayla Brielle) and her posse (Joy Del Valle and Michael Canada), into a cheerleading squad to compete against Campbell’s former team, now led by Skylar (Victoria Pippo), Kylar (MacKenzie Wright) and the divisive Eva (Abby DeWitte).

Teen-spirit and up-beat cheer-face aside, Miranda’s “Bring It On” is very much the equivalent of Shakespeare’s “Cymbeline.” Both are lesser works with fleeting moments of art amidst a preponderance of artifice.  And both are geared more for the people in the cheap seats seeking entertainment than those in the royal boxes seeking enlightenment.

“Bring It On’s” musical numbers are an interesting but unremarkable assemblage of pop-Broadway tunes that either fit the moment or fill a void in the storytelling rather than form a stylistically complex or thematically comprehensive score.

And the supporting characters – which include an awkward outsider (Shelby Griswold as the plus-size Bridget), a brain-dead jock (Jonathan Young as Steven), and an adorable love interest for the lead (Mike Cefalo as Randall) – are the same highly recognizable, go-to archetypes found in other high school-centric musicals like “Carrie” and “Heathers.

These shows have also been performed at the Beck Center in collaboration with BW, no doubt because of their preponderance of young adult roles that showcase the triple-threat skills a BW education is known for.

“Bring it On” is particularly saturated with BW students and alum, from the director (Will Brandstetter) to the music director and his associate (Peter Van Reesema and Alyssa Kay Thompson), the cheerleading choreographer (Mary Sheridan), nearly every actor in the cast, the stage manager (Lucas Clark) and the guy behind the drum kit in the orchestra (Tyler Hawes).

Thanks to this talent pool between and behind the proscenium arch, and the chemistry they share, this production rises well above the material.

Director Brandstetter manages to bring all the funny moments in the script to the forefront, which are delivered to perfection by this cast, and is able to blend its fragmented elements into a more cohesive whole.

And every musical number is delivered with intensity, energy and precision.  While Boyle as Campbell and Brielle as Danielle are absolutely incredible and practically own the stage every moment they are on it, the script gives generous face-time to the high-energy ensemble members who double as Truman and Jackson gymnasts and dancers.  They’ve completely mastered the elaborate and always-interesting hip-hop choreography designed by Martín Céspedes as well as the high-flying, though often repeated, cheer choreography by Sheridan.

Preparation is another reason for this production’s success.  On opening night, an injury to ensemble member Dan Hoy required the last-minute substitution of swing/understudy Veronica Otim, which was seamless.

All this takes place in a typical high school hallway, complete with second story scaffolding, created by scenic designer Jordan Janota.  This space also serves as all the show’s locations with the assistance of Jason Lyons’ lighting, Adam Zeek’s projections and Carlton Guc’s sound.

This musical may not live up to the Miranda brand, but its performance certainly meets the high entertainment expectations of a Beck Center and BW production. CV

On Stage: 

WHAT:  “Bring It On: The Musical”

WHERE:   Beck Center for the Arts, 17801 Detroit Avenue, Lakewood

WHEN:  Through Feb. 26

TICKETS & INFO:  $12 – $31, call 216-521-2540 or go to

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Feb. 11, 2017.

Lead image: The kids from Jackson High. Photo | Roger Mastroianni

Rose Gabriele as Mary and Robert Ellis as Charlie. Photo | Brian Kenneth Armour

none too fragile’s ‘The Whale’ wallows in well-chartered waters

By Bob Abelman

In Samuel D. Hunter’s “The Whale” – initially found breaching off-Broadway in 2013 and currently on stage at none too fragile – Charlie’s death scene clocks in at 1-hour and 50-minutes.

For the entirety of this slow-moving but quietly affecting drama, the morbidly self-destructive, always-apologetic 600 pound Charlie sits on or precariously orbits around his couch in a small northern Idaho apartment awaiting his final, thin exhale.

Intermittently orbiting around Charlie (Robert Ellis), when he is not offering online tutoring on expository writing, are a handful of well-intended characters who are remarkably ill-equipped to follow through with their objectives.

There’s his devoted caretaker and only friend, Liz (played by a wonderfully intense Jen Klika).  She is forever insisting that Charlie go to the hospital to control his death by overeating but never manages to get him there.  Her visits are as much a lifeline for her as they are for him.

There’s his estranged teenage daughter Ellie (portrayed with intelligence and impenetrable goth gravitas by Ireland Derry), who hates everything and always chooses the path of most resistance.  She is repulsed by Charlie’s appearance, his life choices and his helplessness, but stays by his side nonetheless.  Good-hearted despite having congestive heart failure, Charlie finds wonder in her wrath, beauty in her bile, and evidence of good intentions in her bad behavior despite his ex-wife’s insistence that there are none.

A victim of Ellie’s passive-aggressive do-gooding is Elder Thomas (the delightful Jon Heus), a naïve young Mormon missionary who arrives at Charlie’s door to offer spiritual guidance but leaves an inadvertent recipient.

Also paying a visit is the ex-wife Mary (a poignant Rose Gabriele), whose resentment over Charlie leaving her for another man has softened over the years into an awkward, alcohol-assisted affection.

Hunter’s play serves up moments that are wonderfully surprising in what they reveal about these characters and in their tender rendering.  But, between those moments, “The Whale” lies beached in familiar territory about mending relationships and seeking redemption.

And the play’s modus operandi – its marginalized Idaho-bounded inhabitants, its many short scenes that create the rhythm of time passing painstakingly, and its disgraced religious zealot and emotionally damaged teenager – is pilfered from the playwright’s own “A Bright New Boise.”   

Clearly, the novelty of the protagonist’s size and the untimely death of his partner, Alan, are intended to offer commentary on how those of us with sensitive souls and big hearts are easily victimized, beaten down and broken by others.  And the play’s numerous references to Herman Melville’s “Moby-Dick” – Charlie’s favorite novel – run parallel with the damage and anger this whale of a man has inadvertently caused in those around him.

The codependent caretaker, the rebellious daughter, the fallen Mormon, and the alcoholic ex-wife are Ahabs all.

And yet, all the intended metaphoric meaning seems a bit too forced and, at times, too transparent to carry much weight.

It is fortunate that director Sean Derry’s finds all the small and often subtle bits of dark humor in the script that helps make these characters relatable and adds life to the death knell that drives this drama.  And he has pulled together exquisite actors who deliver this humor as if it was a natural extension of their characters’ anguish.

Authenticity is key at none too fragile, where the staging is so intimate that the first row of seats invades the fourth wall.  Any false pretense in the performances or in Derry’s simple set design is easily spied.  There is none of that here.

Ellis’ performance is particularly authentic.  His Charlie is a gentle and self-effacing giant, yet the deep psychological crisis that gnaws at him, the emotional pleasure and pain he suffers with each visit by Ellie, and the immense physical discomfort that accompanies his every movement is always visible.

Ellis’ feigned strain under the illusion of massive weight created by a plausible fat suit designed by Jackie Guerra is remarkable.  It seems so real that one fears that the performer expires at the end of the production and not just the character he plays.

Come to none too fragile to see an engaging if unexceptional work by MacArthur Foundation genius grant winner Samuel D. Hunter.  Stay to marvel at the eloquent performances it is provided.

On Stage

WHAT:  “The Whale”

WHERE:  none too fragile, 1835 Merriman Rd., Akron

WHEN:  Through Feb. 18

TICKETS & INFO:  $25, visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Feb. 5, 2017.

Lead image: Rose Gabriele as Mary and Robert Ellis as Charlie. Photo | Brian Kenneth Armour

Joel Hammer as Tommy, left, and David Peacock as Doc.  Photo | Steve Wagner Photography

Dobama’s ‘The Night Alive’ a wily morality play

By Bob Abelman

If you caught Ensemble Theatre’s recent production of Conor McPherson’s “St. Nicholas” or Beck Center’s more recent production of McPherson’s “Shining City,” then you know what you are in for when attending the master storyteller’s “The Night Alive” at Dobama Theater in Cleveland Heights. And attend you must.

McPherson’s plays – of which there are 15 – tend to be cleverly woven short stories that tell tall tales.

Many, including this one, are one-act productions that take place over a brief period of time, which generates a strong sense of urgency.

Much of the dialogue consists of confessional meditations on life by lonely characters who have given up on it, which overflow with so much lyrical prose and powerful imagery that they resemble poetry.

And lurking in dark corners of McPherson’s work is a quirky, other worldly element – vampires or ghosts – that bites at the heels of the play’s otherwise sober realism.

Conspicuously missing from the Drama Desk Award-winning “The Night Alive,” which premiered in London and then transferred to Off-Broadway in 2013, are those things that go bump in the night. In this play, life is scary enough.

This stark piece of storytelling opens with the defeated and despondent Tommy (Joel Hammer) entering his refuse-filled first floor living space in Dublin with Aimee (Anjanette Hall), a young prostitute, in tow. She has been rescued from her abusive boyfriend Kenneth (Val Kozlenko) after being beaten and bloodied, and takes up the offer to crash for a few days to hide, heal and dine on dog biscuits.

There she meets Tommy’s judgmental uncle Maurice (Robert Hawkes), who owns the house and lives alone upstairs. She is visited by Tommy’s odd-job business associate and only friend, the mentally slow but delightfully solicitous Doc (David Peacock). And, eventually, she is found by the psychotic Kenneth.

This play unfolds as if it were simply a dark drama about broken people who have become entangled, by circumstance and bad luck, in each other’s sad and messy lives. And yet, as the characters’ vulnerabilities are exposed, as tensions build and as Doc describes dreams that turn deep and dismal, there is the sense that this play is significantly more than it appears.

And then, midway through the storytelling, we hear Marvin Gaye’s 1971 hit song “What’s Going On?” on the radio.

The music momentarily rouses Tommy from his malaise, Aimee from her misery and Doc from his musings. The three break into a spontaneous dance that is at once awkward in its execution and awesome in its unadulterated jubilation. And the lyrics mimic the question on the lips of theatergoers who have become lost in this story’s idiosyncrasies, its characters’ eccentricities and the set design’s intriguing incongruities, including a stained glass window hanging above the squalor: what’s going on?

If you attempt to answer that question, be reminded that this play was penned by McPherson and that those idiosyncrasies, eccentricities and incongruities are evidence that the things that go bump in the night have been with us all along. In fact, the playwright has devised a cleverly disguised morality play grounded in his Irish Catholic upbringing and populated by a soul in limbo, a fallen angel, a prophet, a demon and a disapproving deity.

What is also going on are spot-on performances by exceptionally talented actors, who manage to keep one foot in reality and the other in the play’s marginalized mysticism without ever losing balance or their Dublin accents.

Director Leighann Delorenzo and her designers Cameron Caley Michalak (scenic), Marcus Dana (lighting), Jeremy Dobbins (sound), Inda Blatch-Geib (costume) and Ryan Zarecki (fight choreography) keep things real without ever tipping their hand until required to do so in the play’s final scene, which is beautifully executed.

“The Night Alive” is an intriguing play and risky enterprise. This is a remarkable production of it.

On Stage

WHAT:  “The Night Alive

WHERE:  Dobama Theatre, 2340 Lee Rd., Cleveland Hts.

WHEN:  Through Feb. 12

TICKETS & INFO:  $29 – $32.  Call 216-932-3396 or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Jan. 23, 2017.

Lead image: Joel Hammer as Tommy, left, and David Peacock as Doc.  Photo | Steve Wagner Photography

Rafael Untalan as Sherlock Holmes, left, and Brian Owen as Actor One. Photo | Roger Mastroianni

Cleveland Play House offers a marvelously madcap ‘Baskerville’

By Bob Abelman

The Cleveland Play House has a long-term love affair with playwright Ken Ludwig.

After staging world premiere productions of his “Leading Ladies” in 2004, “The Game’s Afoot” in 2011 and “A Comedy of Tenors” to open its centennial season in 2015, the CPH’s is offering “Ken Ludwig’s Baskerville: A Sherlock Holmes Mystery” at its Allen Theatre.

It is easy to see the attraction. Ludwig has mastered the farce formula – the silly situations, the witty repartee delivered at lightning speed, and the hyper-dramatic and highly stylized funny-business – and now his plays are branded with his own name in their titles. It is enough to turn an artistic director’s head.

First staged in 2015 at Washington, D.C.’s Arena Stage, “Baskerville” is a farcical yet faithful send-up of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s somber piece of turn-of-the-20th century Sherlock Holmes fiction, “The Hound of the Baskervilles.”

In the Cleveland Play House production, Holmes (a fully-vested and perfectly intense Rafael Untalan) and Watson (a wonderfully accessible Jacob Jones) are visited by a Dr. John Mortimer (Brian Owen), who seeks out their services because of the recent death of his friend Sir Charles Baskerville outside the Baskerville Hall estate. According to locals (including Nisi Sturgis), the family is cursed by a supernatural hound that roams the moors and has been killing for centuries. Mortimer is concerned for the safety of the American heir to the family fortune, Sir Henry (Evan Alexander Smith), who has just arrived from Texas.

Once Holmes and Watson arrive at Baskerville Hall to investigate, they encounter a number of highly suspicious individuals, including the Baskerville servants Mr. and Mrs. Barrymore, neighbors Jack Stapleton and his sister Beryl, an escaped convict lurking in the moors, and the woman who last saw Sir Charles before his demise.

The storytelling requires an unfortunate amount of somnolent exposition, given its literary lineage, though ample fun is poked at Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s gothic plot points throughout. But what turns all this on its head is that the dozens of secondary characters are deftly handled by the same three energetic and exceptionally gifted comedic actors – Owen, Sturgis and Smith.

They employ an impressive array of accents, mannerisms and quick-change period costumes (by Lex Liang) and wigs (by Mary Schilling-Martin and Caitie Martin) to help distinguish one character from another, which are broadly based and often comically unconvincing members of the opposite sex. Several of these miraculous costume changes occur before our eyes.

These on-stage antics are perfectly accentuated by excesses of dry ice and dramatic lighting by Peter Maradudin, sound and music designer Victoria Deiorio’s melodramatic underscoring, and Timothy R. Mackabee’s scenic design that consists largely of stand-alone set pieces on wheels – windows and doors, mostly, and a framed portrait most remarkably – that double as slap-shtick props.

All this is surrounded by the dark brick exterior of an industrial building in London until it opens to reveal the English countryside that houses the Baskerville Hall estate.

Director Brendon Fox sets the action in perpetual motion from the get-go and his production is a thoroughly entertaining enterprise. But despite all the quick-change artistry and the actors’ very funny self-aware references to the changes’ absurdity, frequency and difficulty, too few risks are actually taken in this production. And too few self-aware references are spontaneous and genuine. This production is marvelously madcap but rarely is it as rollicking as, say, “A Comedy of Tenors.”

One reason may be that “Baskerville” lacks originality. The comedic device on display, and some of its specific gags, borrow heavily from Patrick Barlow’s 2007 four-person parody of the 1935 Hitchcock film “The 39 Steps,” which set the bar for quick-change comedy. And the humor that surrounds the Baskerville servants, Mr. and Mrs. Barrymore, seems inspired by Mel Brooks’ Igor and Frau Blucher in his “Young Frankenstein.”

Also, the application of this quick-change device to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s “The Hound of the Baskervilles” was first done in John Nicholson and Steve Canny’s delightful 2007 adaptation of the same name.

Sometimes, in long-term affairs, love is simply taken for granted and less effort is made to keep it vibrant. That seems to be the case with “Ken Ludwig’s Baskerville: A Sherlock Holmes Mystery.” Before the Cleveland Play House produces its next play, it may want to consider hiring Dr. Ruth Westheimer as the dramaturg.

On Stage

WHERE: Allen Theatre, 1407 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Feb. 12

TICKETS & INFO: $15 – $115, call 216-241-6000 or go to

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Jan. 30, 2017.

Lead image: Rafael Untalan as Sherlock Holmes, left, and Brian Owen as Actor One. Photo | Roger Mastroianni

Amy Schwabauer. Photo | Dale Heinen

One-woman show at Playwrights Local howls at the moon

By Bob Abelman

Spoiler alert: Local actress Amy Schwabauer’s self-scribed one-woman show “This Is NOT About My Dead Dog,” receiving its world premiere production at Playwrights Local under Dale Heinen’s direction, is in fact about her dead dog.

It is also about her discovery of sex, her sordid affair with alcohol, and an assortment of tragicomic events that transpired during her childhood, adolescence and current state of young adulthood.

Three parts stream of consciousness confessional, two parts therapy and one part sketch comedy, these 75-minutes with Schwabauer are like watching a train wreck if that train contains a personal baggage car, a full-service bar car and a caboose comprised of mirrors that reflect our own faces as it passes us by on its precarious journey.

We’ve all had moments like those revealed by Schwabauer and see ourselves in her embarrassment and angst. But few of us are brave enough to put it on stage before an audience, bold or brilliant enough to perform it ourselves, and brazen enough to consider it theater.

“This is NOT About My Dead Dog” was developed in Playwrights Local’s new-work incubator in 2016, whose goal is to mold works-in-progress into pieces of performance art with the understanding that they are imperfect, incomplete and still evolving.

This production is in its Neanderthal stage of evolution. It shows positive signs of what it can become intellectually and artistically, but the work – in substance and in style – is still retaining its protruding brow and sloping forehead. As if it just discovered how to use tools, there is a cumbersome overreliance on props.

Raw (lots of stage-vomiting), redundant (every prop box gets stage-vomited into) and often random, too many of the musings that constitute Schwabauer’s collection of interpersonal misadventures are underdeveloped, lack direction and go nowhere.

There are times when the production, like the inebriated Schwabauer in many of the stories, merely howls at the moon.

And yet, her brutal honesty and all-encompassing investment in the telling of her tales, along with genuine moments of inspiration and creativity, make this production intriguing.

Schwabauer’s reenactments of being the center of attention at age 6, craving attention at age 11 and unable to get attention at age 18 are impressive pieces of performance. And she is so very charming and funny when her reactions to her own missteps channel Jack Black in terms of wide-eyed facial expressions and broad physicality.

The make-shift stage and very limited technical bells and whistles available in the back corner of the Waterloo Arts studio are used efficiently and effectively by lighting designer Stephanie Kahn, set designer Elaine Hullihen and sound designer James Kosmatka.

Like the portrait she paints of her relationships with men, Schwabauer’s one-woman show is often aimless and unsatisfying, but also quite infectious. CV

On Stage

WHAT: “This Is NOT About My Dead Dog:

WHERE: Waterloo Arts, 397 E. 156th St., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Jan. 28

TICKETS & INFO: $10 – $15, call 216-302-8856 or go to

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Jan. 16, 2016.

Lead image: Amy Schwabauer. Photo | Dale Heinen

Eleasha Gamble, from left, Laurie Veldheer, Anthony Chatmon II, and Vanessa Reseland. Photo | Joan Marcus

Stripped-down ‘Into the Woods’ makes Sondheim accessible

By Bob Abelman

It seems as if most theatergoers either have a love or hate relationship with composer and lyricist Stephen Sondheim.

Since the 1970s, Sondheim has taken all that is simple, predictable and harmonious in the American musical and transformed it into something quite the opposite. His creations blur the line between lyric and dialogue, fill the air with a dense and steady stream of discordant sounds and images, and offer stories that are as complex as the people who populate them. Some get it; some don’t care to.

Regardless, patrons approach productions of Sondheim and librettist James Lapine’s “Into the Woods,” which opened on Broadway in 1987 and was recently turned into a star-studded film, as if it were children’s theater.

Because the Tony Award-winning “Into the Woods” intertwines the familiar plots of several well-known Brothers Grimm fairy tale characters – including Little Red Riding Hood, Jack (of beanstalk fame), Rapunzel and Cinderella – parents often bring their wide-eyed tikes to the theater, who arrive expecting a coddling bedtime story but leave tearful and traumatized by intermission.

The show may revolve around a Baker and his wife venturing into the woods in an effort to reverse the magic spell that has kept them childless, but it bears all the foreboding theatrical trademarks typical of Sondheim musicals. Put Sweeney Todd in lederhosen and brightly colored socks and he is still the demon barber of Fleet Street.

But the significantly stripped-down Fiasco Theater version of “Into the Woods,” which originated at the McCarter Theater in New Jersey in 2013, had an Off-Broadway run, and is currently on national tour and at Playhouse Square, is different.

Although the story and score remain intact, they are delivered through delightfully inventive storytelling devised by co-directors Noah Brody and Ben Steinfeld. Instead of characters, we are introduced to likable actors who are play-acting and whose playfulness tempers much of the show’s revelations about the dark underbelly of “once upon a time” and effectively blunts some of Sondheim’s sharp edges and keen intensity.

And playing pretend diminishes much of the play’s notorious pretention.

Scenic designer Derek McLane has fashioned a stage that is conducive to play-acting, for it resembles the cluttered storage attic of an eccentric Aunt, where set pieces, props and character-defining bits of costuming are fabricated from found objects and distressed artifacts compiled in corners.

Locations like the woods and off-stage characters like the Giant are imagined with the assistance of Christopher Akerlind’s clever lighting, Darron L. West and Charles Coes’ sound design, and the audience’s willingness to play along.

An inconsequential character (Cinderella’s father) in the original work is roguishly replaced with a framed portrait stand-in, a scary creature (the Wolf) is played by an actor holding up a piece of tepid taxidermy, and a comparatively dull character’s narrative dialogue (the Mysterious Man) is shared by more interesting characters.

And instead of an orchestra, the 11 players accompany each other on an up-right piano (masterly performed by understudy Sean Peter Forte), cello, oboe, trumpet and a range of make-shift percussion instruments that are scattered about the stage.

The show is so stripped-down that the actors – most of who play multiple medieval-era fairy tale characters – arrive in period underwear and chat with the audience before the play begins.

This “Into the Woods” is extremely enjoyable and it makes Sondheim’s work so very accessible. But that comes at a cost. Several in fact.

Though charming, musical accompaniment in the place of full orchestration dumbs down Sondheim’s rich compositions, particularly “Hello Little Girl” and “No One is Alone.”

In casting talented performers whose personality and stage presence take priority over the rarified vocal skills required to make the most of Sondheim’s difficult songs, those songs suffer.

Lisa Helmi Johanson as Little Red Riding Hood, Darick Pead as Milky White the cow, Eleasha Gamble as the Baker’s Wife, and Philippe Arroyo as Jack are wonderful. But only Laurie Veldheer’s “On the Steps of the Palace” as Cinderella, Vanessa Reseland’s “Last Midnight” as the Witch, and Evan Harrington’s “No More” as the Baker stand out.

Also, for the Sondheim aficionados among us, blunting Sondheim’s sharp edges, softening the show’s keen intensity, and side-stepping its pretentiousness sort of misses the point of performing a Sondheim musical.

The payoff is that the children and naysaying adults in attendance were actually at a Sondheim production they could fully appreciate. Bring on “Sweeney Todd” and “Company.” CV

Related: Former Clevelander Wolf backstage star in ‘Into the Woods’

On stage

WHAT:  “Into the Woods”

WHERE:  Connor Palace Theatre, 1511 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through Jan. 29

TICKETS & INFO:   $10 – $90, call 216-241-6000 or visit

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Jan. 12, 2017.

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Lead image: Eleasha Gamble, from left, Laurie Veldheer, Anthony Chatmon II, and Vanessa Reseland. Photo | Joan Marcus

“At the Movies” at Severance Hall. Photo | Courtesy of The Cleveland Orchestra

Updated takes on stage classics draw tepid responses

By Bob Abelman

“Don’t throw the past away/
You might need it some rainy day”

– From “Everything Old is New Again”
1974 Song by Peter Allen and Carole Bayer Sager

There were times early in the last century when ingenuity embraced the visual and performing arts, enhanced its artistry and expanded the audience.

Those days are here again, but to curiously mixed reviews.


Live-captured broadcasting. Photo | Courtesy of National Theatre Live

Live-captured broadcasting. Photo | Courtesy of National Theatre Live

In the early-1920s, in order to fill the silence before talkies and bring out the emotion of what was being said but needed to be read, many movie theaters employed a live pianist, organist or small orchestra to accompany their films.

In the spirit of this act of creative enrichment, but on steroids, the December installment of the “At the Movies” series at Severance Hall offered a screening of Frank Capra’s monochromatic classic “It’s A Wonderful Life” with a live symphonic performance of the film’s original underscoring by the world-class Cleveland Orchestra. Included were 40 minutes of found music written by composer Dimitri Tiomkin that were cut from the original release of the movie.

The Cleveland Orchestra offered a richer and more vibrant experience than Frank Capra could have ever have imagined or that any audience ever encountered in the 70 years since the film’s release. And yet, there were those in attendance who felt that the live accompaniment was overkill and who found that the now-somber underscoring of assorted scenes detracted from the light and happy feeling we’ve come to expect from this holiday staple.


Garrett Clayton as Link Larkin, at left, Ariana Grande as Penny Pingleton, Maddie Baillio as Tracy Turnblad, Ephraim Sykes as Seaweed J. Stubbs. Photo | Justin Lubin, NBC

Garrett Clayton as Link Larkin, at left, Ariana Grande as Penny Pingleton, Maddie Baillio as Tracy Turnblad, Ephraim Sykes as Seaweed J. Stubbs. Photo | Justin Lubin, NBC

Back in the 1930s, Broadway productions were often re-staged for film and turned into feature-length movies, bringing professional theater to places where professional theater didn’t exist.

Today, sites such as iTunes, Amazon Video, Netflix and GooglePlay stream filmed musicals and plays to phones, computers and tablets. Last year, a production of the acclaimed revival “She Loves Me” was the first in a series of Broadway, Off-Broadway and London West End shows to be streamed live or live-captured on the internet by the new online subscription service BroadwayHD.

And yet, many theater purists have been unreceptive to these ventures, condemning them for reducing the heightened reality of a stage production to the size of an iPhone screen and turning the communal experience of theatergoing into a socially isolating event.


During the early days of television, live hour-long anthology series such as “Studio One” and “The Philco Television Playhouse” offered original stage plays. In 1955, as part of its “Producers’ Showcase,” a live NBC broadcast of the Broadway musical “Peter Pan” drew 65 million viewers.

Just last month, NBC launched its fourth modern-era live musical event, “Hairspray Live!,” preceded by “The Sound of Music Live!” in 2013, “Peter Pan Live!” in 2014, “The Wiz Live!” in 2015 and Fox’s broadcast of “Grease: Live!” early in 2016. The highly promoted $10 million production of “Hairspray Live!” employed 13 digital cameras, a cast and crew of 700, and the massive soundstages of Universal Studios in California.

And yet, with 8.9 million viewers, “Hairspray Live!” was the lowest rated of them all. Even the audience for “Peter Pan Live!” (9.2 million) paled by comparison to the musical’s 1955 broadcast. The press blamed the chasm that exists between old-school stories and the new, highly obtrusive digital modes of storytelling. In particular, The New York Times called out these productions for their “inability to leave any lily ungilded, to direct a scene without tilting or hurtling or throwing the camera around.”


The evolution of entertainment, it seems, can be uncomfortable for those of us who recall with great fondness the primordial soup of traditional storytelling – when theater looked like theater, when TV looked like TV, and when film looked like film. New enrichments to old art forms are as awkward an assault on our senses as when color was added to motion pictures, when microphones were first worn by stage actors, and when television screens started growing to 65” with 2160p resolution and Ultra HD.

But change can be a good thing. Freeing live theater from the proscenium arch and making it available on multiple platforms, for instance, offers the best seats in the house to everyone in the virtual audience. And while creative and technical risk-taking involves some degree of failure – and there was plenty of that in “Hairspray Live!” – the next attempt will know which risks to keep and which ones not to repeat.

So give change a chance.

Take in the February edition of “At the Movies” at Severance Hall, where the Cleveland Orchestra will do justice to Henry Mancini’s legendary score for the romantic comedy “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”

Subscribe to BroadwayHD. The live streaming of “Holiday Inn: The New Irving Berlin Musical” begins Jan. 14.

Attend March’s NT Live’s broadcast of Bernard Shaw’s “Saint Joan” at the Cedar Lee Theatre in Cleveland Heights.

And hope for the best rather than expect the worst from NBC’s “Bye Bye Birdie Live!” coming to TV and computer screens in December 2017.

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Jan. 2, 2017.

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Lead image: “At the Movies” at Severance Hall. Photo | Courtesy of The Cleveland Orchestra

Tom Ford, left, as Henry Higgins and Aled Davies as Colonel Pickering in Great Lakes Theater's "My Fair Lady". Photo | Matthew Murphy

By Bob Abelman

When we reflect back on a live theater production, it is usually a specific moment that we recall – an instant when a playwright’s idea, a director’s vision, or an actor’s performance surpasses an audience’s expectations and something special happens.

Such moments seem frozen in time and suspended in space. It is these isolated, elusive and brilliant moments that keep theatergoers coming back for more and win over the next generation of subscribers.

Theatrical missteps and creative miscarriages are similarly memorable and, for the audience if not the performers or production staff, they are just as entertaining. Awe can be found in work both awesome and awful.

Here are ten of this past year’s most memorable moments – both fantastic and unfortunate – from productions that have graced Cleveland’s Playhouse Square, Outside-the-Square theaters, and other area stages.

10. I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face

Tom Ford, left, as Henry Higgins and Aled Davies as Colonel Pickering in Great Lakes Theater's "My Fair Lady". Photo | Roger Mastroianni

Tom Ford, left, as Henry Higgins and Aled Davies as Colonel Pickering in Great Lakes Theater’s “My Fair Lady”. Photo | Roger Mastroianni

As Henry Higgins in Great Lakes Theater’s “My Fair Lady,” under Victoria Bussert’s direction, actor Tom Ford was playful, passionate and absolutely charming. These are characteristics rarely associated with the role. As such, his songs “Why Can’t the English,” “I’m An Ordinary Man” and “A Hymn to Him” were humorous and thought-full reflections of Higgins’ worldview rather than the droll barbs typically thrown in other productions. And Higgin’s eleventh-hour “I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face” was so much more than a song of regret; it was a moment of genuine heartbreak.

9. Matthew Wright in drag

Lindsey Mitchell, from left, as Mrs. Denmark, Matthew Wright as Sylvia St. Croix, and Calista Zajac as Tina Denmark in Beck Center's "Ruthless". Photo | Kathy Sandham

Lindsey Mitchell, from left, as Mrs. Denmark, Matthew Wright as Sylvia St. Croix, and Calista Zajac as Tina Denmark in Beck Center’s “Ruthless”. Photo | Kathy Sandham

There was much to love about Beck Center’s “Ruthless” – an outrageously campy, thoroughly self-aware musical comedy mashup of psychological thriller films – starting with 11-year-old triple threat Calista Zajac as the featured sociopath. But the moment when classically trained actor Matthew Wright stepped on stage as Sylvia St. Croix – adorned in a thigh-hugging dress and makeup applied with a spatula – was the moment when the show boldly exceeded the boundaries of outrageous and dared to go well past campy.

8. Girls gone Wilde

Heather Anderson Boll as Mrs. Erlynne, from left, Rachel Lee Kolis as Lady Windermere, and Chris Ross as Lord Windermere in Mamai's "Lady Windermere's Fan". Photo|Bob Perkoski

Heather Anderson Boll as Mrs. Erlynne, from left, Rachel Lee Kolis as Lady Windermere, and Chris Ross as Lord Windermere in Mamai’s “Lady Windermere’s Fan”. Photo | Bob Perkoski

Actual actresses ruled the Mamaí Theatre’s production of “Lady Windermere’s Fan.” Mamaí’s greatest strength is its ability to assemble an ensemble of remarkable female performers, and Rachel Lee Kolis as young Lady Windermere and Heather Anderson Boll as the mysterious newcomer Mrs. Erlynne handled every one of Oscar Wilde’s poignant, empowering soliloquies and each pointed piece of social commentary with astounding virtuosity.

7. “The Wild Party” sizzles

Patrick Ciamacco, center, as the brutal vaudevillian clown Burrs in Blank Canvas' "The Wild Party". Photo | Andy Dudik

Patrick Ciamacco, center, as the brutal vaudevillian clown Burrs in Blank Canvas’ “The Wild Party”. Photo | Andy Dudik

“Some love is fire: some love is rust/But the fiercest, cleanest love is lust.” So begins the seedy, Jazz Age narrative poem “The Wild Party,” on which Andrew Lippa’s lyrical musical of the same name is based. Several moments into Blank Canvas’ summer production, the theater’s air conditioner expired and, by the second song, the steamy, sticky and sweltering atmosphere perfectly matched the sexy score and its lusty performance by a superb seven-piece band – Ian Huettel, Ernie Molner, Zach Davis, Skip Edwards, Matt Wirfel, Jeff Fabis and Jessica D’Ambrosia. Clearly, this show is best served hot and with high humidity.

6. A store-bought musical

The ensemble of Mercury Theatre's "The Little Mermaid". Photo | PRM Digital Productions

The ensemble of Mercury Theatre’s “The Little Mermaid”. Photo | PRM Digital Productions

For a theater company best known for its unbridled imagination, which earlier this year was put on display in its wonderfully minimalistic “Finian’s Rainbow,” Mercury Theatre’s “The Little Mermaid” felt like an off-season, off-strip Vegas show. The production’s eye-candy costuming was rented from The Kansas City Costume Company, its set pieces were imported from Virginia Musical Theatre, and a pre-recorded soundtrack was purchased from Music Theatre International. From the opening moment, this prefab production was absolutely beautiful to watch but so very disappointing to see.

5Once more into the fray

Krystopher Perry as Ross, left, and Don Edelman as Mr. Green in the CVLT production of "Visiting Mr. Green". Photo | Courtesy of the Chagrin Valley Little Theatre

Krystopher Perry as Ross, left, and Don Edelman as Mr. Green in the CVLT production of “Visiting Mr. Green”. Photo | Courtesy of the Chagrin Valley Little Theatre

There will not be many more opportunities for 88-year-old veteran actor Don Edelman to ride the boards at his beloved Chagrin Valley Little Theatre. After all, how many plays call for a grumpy Old Jew character that the energetic and undersized Edelman has not already mastered and performed? The moment he walked on stage as the devout and despondent title character in Jeff Baron’s endearing “Visiting Mr. Green,” which was directed with immense tenderness by Carol Jaffee Pribble, the audience was privileged to witness what talent and tenacity can achieve when given time to properly mature.

4. A bad revue

The ensemble of Actors' Summit's "Tintypes". Photo | Bruce Ford

The ensemble of Actors’ Summit’s “Tintypes”. Photo | Bruce Ford

Popular during the Golden Age of bad entertainment, the revue is musical theater’s ugly ancestor. Its place of performance has been largely reduced to cruise ships, amusement parks and, inexplicably, Akron. Actors’ Summit’s production of “Tintypes,” a revue that offered a tour through 19th century America by way of public domain ditties, was the company’s grand finale, for founders Neil Thackaberry and MaryJo Alexander called it quits after 17 seasons. They produced over 141 shows, most of them superb and some truly spectacular… just not the one that left the lasting last impression.

3. Turning the Paige

Payton St. John, right, with Kayleigh Hahn as Annie in Magnificat High School's production of "Annie". Photo | Mary Papa

Payton St. John, right, with Kayleigh Hahn as Annie in Magnificat High School’s production of “Annie”. Photo | Mary Papa

Even with a feisty redheaded orphan, an adorable dog and 40 talented teenagers on stage, it was impossible to take your eyes off of Payton St. John during Magnificat High School’s recent production of “Annie.” While ensemble members are asked to blend in and not pull focus, these were impossible expectations for the younger sister of Magnificat alum and Inside Dance Magazine’s “2015 Dancer of the Year” Paige St. John. From the moment of Payton’s first perfect pirouette, it was clear that her kind of precision, passion and stage presence can’t help but call attention to itself.

2. When locals go national

Patty Lohr, far right top-tier, and the “Kinky Boots” national tour ensemble. Photo | Matthew Murphy

Patty Lohr, far right top-tier, and the “Kinky Boots” national tour ensemble. Photo | Matthew Murphy

The Tony Award-winning musical “Beautiful,” about the life, times and tunes of Carole King, came through Playhouse Square on national tour. It brought with it Cleveland-born actor Ben Fankhauser in a featured role. When the touring “Kinky Boots” recently strutted on stage at the Connor Palace Theatre, there was local actress and Baldwin Wallace University grad Patty Lohr in a supporting role. How wonderful to witness – whether for a few fleeting moments or for the duration of a production – the high-profile success stories that got their start on Northeast Ohio stages.

1. Showcasing Stockholm syndrome

John de Lancie as Mr. Wolf and Juliet Brett as Theresa in Cleveland Play House's "Mr. Wolf". Photo | Roger Mastroianni

John de Lancie as Mr. Wolf and Juliet Brett as Theresa in Cleveland Play House’s “Mr. Wolf”. Photo | Roger Mastroianni

Playwright Rajiv Joseph has a remarkable proclivity for examining big-ticket issues by way of small-scale stories. In “Mr. Wolf,” at the Cleveland Play House, a young girl played by Juliet Brett was abducted and hidden from the world by an astronomer played by John de Lancie who believed she can unravel the mysteries of the universe and find God. Early in the play, the entire set receded deep into the far recesses of the performance space and nearly vanished among the surrounding stars, suggesting the infinite expanses of the universe as well as the astronomical odds of this girl’s parents ever seeing her again. It was a moment when the playwright’s idea, director Giovanna Sardelli’s creative vision, Timothy R. Mackabee’s innovative stagecraft and the actors’ brilliant performances became so much greater than the sum of these parts.

Here’s to more memorable theater moments in the year to come and to you witnessing every one of them for yourself.

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Dec. 9, 2016.

Lead image: Patty Lohr, far right top-tier, and the “Kinky Boots” national tour ensemble. Photo | Matthew Murphy

Wesley Allen as Sebastian (center), Kathleen Rooney as Ariel (left center), and the ensemble of “The Little Mermaid”. Photo | Kathy Sandham

Beck Center’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ a buoyant fish-out-of-water tale

By Bob Abelman

A few months ago, several blogs reported that people in possession of “Black Diamond Collection” Disney VHS tapes might have thousands of dollars’ worth of rare materials on their hands. “The Little Mermaid” was identified as one of the most valuable and sought after commodities in the eBay marketplace.

Unfortunately, like most of the mint-condition Beanie Babies and unopened packs of Pokémon cards we’ve been hoarding, Disney VHS tapes are worth only the price of purchase. Cheer up. The Beck Center for the Arts’ production of “The Little Mermaid” is worth far more than the cost of admission.

The show is based on the 2008 Broadway production that was based on the animated 1989 film that was based on Hans Christian Andersen’s classic story about a young mermaid who dreams of the world above the sea and gives up her voice and flippers to find love.

While the film garnered an impressive $84 million at the domestic box office during its initial release and the VHS tape became the year’s top-selling title on home video, the Broadway production did not fare as well.

The reason is that Doug Wright’s script does not live up to the film’s screenplay, several new tunes written with Glenn Slater don’t live up to Alan Menken and Howard Ashman’s wonderfully witty and melodic film score, and no amount of costly special effects – including a flying apparatus used to create the illusion of characters swimming underwater – can recreate Disney’s cinematic storytelling.

Beck Center director Scott Spence’s answer to the fundamental flaws in this family-friendly show is to throw talent at it, which works like a charm.

In lieu of exorbitant special effects, he relies on Adam Zeek’s animated projections and Jeff Herrmann’s lighting to expand and enhance Douglas Puskas attractive scenic design and to help differentiate sea from shore.

In the place of wires and harnesses, every musical number is given flight by Martin Cespedes’ charming and exceptionally clever choreography, which is delivered by a talented and thoroughly invested ensemble of sea creatures and seagulls. “Under the Sea,” “Positoovity,” “Kiss the Girl” and “She’s in Love” are genuine showstoppers.

And though the rental of second-tier costuming merely captures the essence of each nonhuman character, the gifted actors inside – J.R. Heckman as the teenaged Flounder, Wesley Allen as the Caribbean crab Sebastian, Zachary Vederman as the scatterbrained seagull Scuttle and Darryl Lewis as put-upon single-Dad King Triton – do the rest.

Natalie Blalock’s octopus costume is significantly more detailed and elaborate, but then the role and Blalock’s remarkable performance as Ursula warrants it. Summit J. Starr and Carlos Antonio Cruz, as Ursula’s moray eel henchmen Flotsam and Jetsam, don’t need the aide of the rollerblades worn by the Broadway performers to give them snake-like movement. Their graceful physicality is more than sufficient.

Knowing that the title-character is the thing that drives every Disney’s princess production, Spence has found the perfect Ariel and Prince Eric in Kathleen Rooney and Shane Patrick O’Neill. They look, sound and astound like the animated versions, but bring to the stage heart and vulnerability that is theirs alone. An exceptional dancer, Rooney is given ample opportunity to put her talents on display once her fishtail is replaced by feet, thanks to Ursula’s spell.

Brian Pedaci as Prince Eric’s authoritative guardian, Grimsby, anchors this fish tale in life’s realities with great tenderness while Robert Pierce weighs anchor with wonderful abandon as Chef Louis in the hilarious “Les Poissons” production number and subsequent slap-stick chase scene that got the kids in the audience – a 3:1 radio to adults at the opening Saturday matinee – screaming with delight.

And because this large kid contingency might not notice or care about such things, particularly in a Disney musical, this production takes some creative license with regard to natural science. In the undersea scenes, no one undulates rhythmically or reactions to currents as if floating. In the scenes on shore, no attention is given to how the sea creatures attending Ariel and Eric’s wedding manage to breathe.

One would imagine some interesting conversations on the drive home, starting with what a delightful experience this Beck Center production delivered.

On Stage

WHAT:  “The Little Mermaid”

WHERE: Beck Center for the Arts, 17801 Detroit Avenue, Lakewood

WHEN: Through Dec. 31

TICKETS & INFO:  $12 – $31, call 216-521-2540 or go to

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Nov. 19, 2016.

Lead image: Wesley Allen as Sebastian (center), Kathleen Rooney as Ariel (left center), and the ensemble of “The Little Mermaid”. Photo | Kathy Sandham

Devon Turchan as the Emcee, center, surrounded by the Kit Kat Klub girls and boys. Photo | Andy Dudik

Blank Canvas delivers an entertaining but off-balanced ‘Cabaret’

By Bob Abelman

While theatrical journeys back to the burgeoning Nazi movement of 1930 Germany are meant to be disturbing, Joe Masteroff’s “Cabaret” – with gorgeous music by John Kander and poignant lyrics by Fred Ebb – manages to be enthralling and entertaining as well.

Blank Canvas Theatre’s production, under Patrick Ciamacco, is most certainly entertaining, but some conceptual and casting missteps keep it from scoring many points as an enthralling production.

The original 1966 Broadway premiere of “Cabaret,” as well as the 1977 film and 1987 revival, sought their creative inspiration from the artwork of period expressionist and social critic George Grosz. His paintings captured the vulgarities of the time by depicting everyday Germans in garish colors, awash in grotesque shadowing, and wearing faces void of emotion.

The 1998 and 2014 revivals chose a more intimate and minimalistic approach to the work that emphasized the uninhibited hedonism and sexual decadence of the Weimar Republic through the stark realism of its storytelling. As does this Blank Canvas production.

Most of the play takes place in Berlin’s Kit Kat Klub, where emotionally damaged cabaret singer Sally Bowles (Tricia Bestic) and naïve American novelist Cliff Bradshaw (Noah Hrbek) fall in love, oblivious to the invading atrocities that will – by show’s end – take over Europe. The Klub is just a bare stage with a round, raised platform in the middle and a single flight of stairs leading to an upper level that houses the talented brass section of a jazzy on-stage octet (conducted by Matthew Dolan).

Taking place on this stage is Katie Zarecki’s wonderfully naughty choreography well executed by the half-naked and highly flexible Kit Kat Klub girls (Madeline Krucek, Tasha Brandt, Kenzie Britzer, Leslie Andres, Kimberly Eskut and Sarah Menser) and boys (David Turner, Michael Krobloch, Daryl Kelly and Evan Martin).

In between production numbers like “Willkommen” and novelty numbers like “Three Ladies,” we find landlady Fraulein Schneider (Bernadette Hisey) finding forbidden love with Jewish fruit seller Herr Schultz (John J. Polk), as well as the hard-hearted prostitute Fraulein Kost (Kimberly Eskut) and Cliff’s new friend Ernest Ludwig (Stuart Hoffman) giving voice to their political leanings.

All of which is orchestrated by the show’s master of ceremonies (Devon Turchan), who serves as a metaphor for the seductive powers of fascism and the tenuous and threatening state of Germany.

Where this production goes slightly awry begins with the band. Though center stage, omnipresent and introduced by the Emcee as the Kit Kat Klub Orchestra, the musicians are not dressed in character or as members of the 1930s world that surrounds them by costumer Luke Scattergood. This is an unnecessary distraction that keeps the audience from being completely emerged in this production, which is important for this play.

While Turchan is a delight as the simultaneously alluring and repellent Emcee, his character never morphs from being sinister and androgynous to ominous. As a result, the big reveal that ends the play – which usually has the emcee removing his overcoat to expose a POW uniform but, here, exposes something different to the audience – seems without motivation. Blank Canvas is known for making bold choices, but this one is a less powerful one.

The wonderful Bestic as the frighteningly lost and self-destructive Sally also does not evolve throughout the course of the play, so her stoic “Maybe This Time” early in Act 1 and the striking heartbreak she displays while singing the title song “Cabaret” at the end of Act 2 follows no discernable dramatic arch. This may be due to her having to play opposite Hrbek, whose Cliff is astoundingly flat and gives her little to work with.

Add to the mix several opening night fauxpas, including Cory Molner’s lighting design that keeps missing its mark, an ensemble that cannot find the correct choreography to start the second act, and German accents that come and go as they please.

Fortunately, all this is counterbalanced by absolutely endearing performances by Hisey as Fraulein Schneider and Polk as Herr Schultz, which includes their charming duet “It Couldn’t Please Me More.” While minor players in the film, these characters are featured here and these two performers make the most of their opportunities.

“Cabaret” is a great musical with remarkable bones. All that makes it so is still on display in this Blank Canvas production.

On Stage

WHAT:  “Cabaret”

WHERE:  Blank Canvas Theatre, 1305 W. 78th St., Cleveland

WHEN:  Through Dec. 18

TICKETS & INFO:  $18, call 440-941-0458 or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Dec. 3, 2016.

Lead image: Devon Turchan as the Emcee, center, surrounded by the Kit Kat Klub girls and boys. Photo | Andy Dudik

The ensemble for Anne McEvoy's "The Crocodile, The Cobra & The Girl Down The Well" at Talespinner Children's Theatre

What were they thinking: The aging performing arts audience

By Bob Abelman

Most of us have read about, many of us have witnessed, and some of us are living proof of the aging of the performing arts audience.

According to the National Endowment for the Arts, the average age of those attending classical music performances, the ballet, jazz concerts and plays is increasing. This is not just because the median age of the general population is creeping up as well; it is the result of one generation of audience members not being adequately replaced by the next.

Big Data reports that the vast majority of subscribers to the Cleveland Play House and Great Lakes Theater were born between the mid-1920s and the mid-1940s, followed by members of the early “Baby Boomer Generation” who were born between the mid-1940s and the mid-1950s. And the average age of attendees for the touring Broadway shows coming through Playhouse Square is 53 years old.

It can certainly be argued that audiences for theater have always skewed older, dating back to the ancient patrons attending ancient Greek performances. When young, no matter the millennium, we tend to gravitate toward new artists and new art forms until our interests, income and evenings become more amenable to traditional pursuits.

But in recent years, fewer young people have been returning to the fold.

Broadway’s solution to securing its future and, by extension, the future of national tours of Broadway shows, is to rewrite some of the rules of the hit musical. Just like “Hair” did 50 years ago and “Rent” did 20 years ago, “Hamilton” infuses its storytelling with relevant themes, contemporary music and dance, and color-controversial casting to attract “Generation Xers” and “Millennials.”

Local theaters such as Blank Canvas and the Beck Center for the Arts have gone a similar route by adding off-kilter, Off-Broadway musicals like “Bat Boy,” “Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson” and “Ruthless” to their more traditional schedules.

Others offer student discount tickets in an effort to reach teens and 20-somethings with less disposable income than older subscribers.

The first Sunday of every Dobama Theatre production is a “Pay-as-You-Can” performance and Great Lakes Theater introduces over 15,000 students to theater each year through its discounted “All Student Matinee” performance dates.

Cleveland Public Theatre lures in young locals with “Free Beer Fridays” and through strategic social media outreach and engagement.

Playhouse Square and Mercury Theater aim younger with their Children’s Theater Series and “My First Musical” program, respectively.

All this may get younger derrieres in the seats but, to keep them there for the long-haul, perhaps it is necessary to not only introduce children to the performing arts but establish a life-long appreciation of and passion for the performing arts.

Enter Cleveland’s Talespinner Children’s Theatre, which began operations in 2011. This company develops and produces original, one-hour professional productions geared specifically for young children’s attention spans and interests, and which challenges their active imaginations.

“We engage children as creatively as possible, using all their senses,” notes Alison Garrigan, the company’s executive artistic director. “And,” she adds, “we make sure that there is something for every child of every age level, and adults too. If adults aren’t attending or if they aren’t entertained, their children will certainly pick up on this.”

Talespinner strives to give children ownership of the show they see and make each performance a unique and personal experience. “So we ask children in the audience to provide sound effects or invite them to help a character solve a problem, to talk to the actors, and become a part of the story and the storytelling,” says Garrigan. “We try to get children to color outside the lines,” which they do with little provocation.

This will eventually lend itself to children having a better understanding of what theater is and what it can do, and it will establish expectations and provide standards with which to evaluate how well it is done. And, perhaps, such early exposure will pave the way for future patronage.

Which means that the theater of the future will need to be accommodating.

Jordan Tannahill – author of the recently released manifesto “Theatre of the Unimpressed” (Coach House Books) – argues that it’s the “theatrical realism that has become so ubiquitous in regional theaters that is keeping young people away.”

He proposes that, in addition to their providing traditional and classic works, theaters dismantle the status quo of artistic thought by offering a more appropriate form of storytelling for those raised on the fragmented narratives of YouTube and Vine loops and the participant-observation of videogames.

In short, if theaters want to draw tomorrow’s adults it needs to embrace Talespinner’s strategy for attracting and engaging today’s children: The creation of theater that is wildly innovative and interactive, multi-sensory and risk-taking, and which encourages us to color outside the lines.

The next Talespinner Children’s Theatre production is “Hook & Smee” by T. Paul Lowry, which runs from Nov. 26 – Dec. 18. Go to CV

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News.  Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Nov. 12, 2016.

Lead image: The ensemble for Anne McEvoy’s “The Crocodile, The Cobra & The Girl Down The Well” at Talespinner Children’s Theatre. Photo | Steve Wagner Photography

Lead image: Geoff Knox, from left, as Henry, Scott C. Hare as Deacon Ball and Terry Burgler as Waldo. Photo | Celeste Cosentino

Ensemble’s ‘The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail’ is transcendent

By Bob Abelman

“It’s a marvel to hear the way the words roll out,” says the illiterate Bailey after listening to the philosophical musings of his young Harvard educated cellmate early in Robert Edwin Lee and Jerome Lawrence’s “The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail.”

“A marvel” perfectly describes Ensemble Theatre’s eloquent staging of this loquacious, occasionally sanctimonious play originally earmarked for production by community and collegiate theaters.

In 1846, the essayist, philosopher, abolitionist, naturalist and scofflaw Henry David Thoreau spent a night in jail after refusing to pay tax money that would support the war President James Polk singlehandedly waged against Mexico. This incident later provided the basis for Thoreau’s essay “On the Duty of Civil Disobedience” and serves as the inspiration for Lee and Lawrence’s fictionalized account of that evening and the events leading up to it.

And while the play offers insight into the man and his meditations – his transcendentalist world view, his witty disregard for organized religion, and his penchant for nature and civil disobedience – it also concerns itself with what weighed heavy at the time of its writing 125 years later.

In their 1955 play “Inherit the Wind,” Lee and Lawrence turned the 1925 Scopes “Monkey Trial” debate over evolution into not-so-clandestine commentary about America living under mid-century McCarthyism. The playwrights used the teaching of creationism as a metaphor for anything that limits the right of a free people to think.

So while their 1971 play “The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail” takes place in 19th century Concord, Massachusetts and addresses the unjust American-Mexican war, it is very much a stone-cold treatise about the unjust war in Vietnam.

True to Thoreau’s transcendentalist leanings, the play bounces around with little attention to the confines of linear storytelling, which director Celeste Cosentino turns into creative and wonderfully theatrical staging. Scenic designer Stephen Vasse-Hansell’s rendering of a skeletal jail cell serves as the central location around which various scenes from various times occurring in assorted locations revolve. To the left and right of the cell and its two wood benches are large screens that display projected images to help track a particular time and place.

And true to the central tenet of transcendentalism, Cosentino has allowed the divine master plan that connects all nature and humanity to guide her casting of the featured players in this play.

Geoff Knox as Henry David Thoreau, Joe Pine as his brother John, and Terry Burgler as his mentor Ralph Waldo Emerson are a company member, an associate producer/performer, and a founding artistic director/performer with Akron’s Ohio Shakespeare Festival, respectively.

As if intended by divinity to serve as preparation for this particular production, their training and years of performance of Elizabethan plays have provided a skillset that translates marvelously to a work like this. Each actor has the ability to master volumes of text, can eloquently and effectively execute poetic prose, and uses the language their characters are provided to give them definition and dimension.

And the rest of the 15-member ensemble – particularly the charming Sara Bogomolny as the love-interest of the Thoreau brothers, Allen Branstein as the buffoon Bailey, Scott C. Hare as the insufferable Deacon Ball, Leslie Stager as the endearing Lydian Emerson, and Whit Lowell as the clueless Sheriff Sam Staples – follow suite.

The only hiccup occurs late in the play, when Lee and Lawrence try their hand at overt artistry to drive home a poignant point. Here, they theatrically transport Thoreau into the middle of the Mexican-American war. Intended to be a surreal nightmare layered with cannon blasts and a blur of activity, dramatic lighting and special effects, Cosentino’s staging of this scene is woefully underwhelming.

It also misses an opportunity to reinforce the relevancy of this play to modern day America. The projected images from the Mexican-American and Vietnam wars could have been infused with images from Afghanistan and Iraq, and the subtle underscoring of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young tunes could have also employed something more contemporary.

Still, Ensemble’s “The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail” is a wonderful night of theater – as genuinely thought-provoking as it is beautifully performed. CV

On stage

WHAT:  “The Night Thoreau Spent in Jail”

WHERE:  Ensemble Theatre, 2843 Washington Blvd. in Cleveland Hts.

WHEN:  Through Dec. 11

TICKETS & INFO:  $12-$24, call216-321-2930 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Nov. 19, 2016.

Lead image: Geoff Knox, from left, as Henry, Scott C. Hare as Deacon Ball and Terry Burgler as Waldo. Photo | Celeste Cosentino

Bob Abelman, left, arts critic for the Cleveland Jewish News, interviews Joel Grey, an actor, writer and Cleveland native. Photo | Amanda Koehn

Grey discusses memoir, life on stage and in Cleveland

By Amanda Koehn

Actor, writer and Cleveland native Joel Grey told 460 people at the Mandel JCC’s Cleveland Jewish Book Festival on Nov. 14 about growing up Jewish in Cleveland, his initiation into theater and lessons learned from a lifetime in acting.

Grey is best known for starring in Broadway musicals such as “Cabaret” and “Chicago.” He is also a singer, dancer, television actor and photographer. This past February, his memoir, “Master of Ceremonies,” was published.

During the keynote interview with Bob Abelman, arts critic for the Cleveland Jewish News, Grey discussed growing up in University Heights in the 1930s and ’40s and being “afraid of everything except acting.” He said he was most afraid of his mother’s erratic mood swings, anti-Semitism and being outed as gay, which he came out as in 2015.

“If you read the book, you know that there was a lot of adversity to come to where I am today. There was a lot of soul searching, and looking at life as it is and trying to look at the past fairly and truthfully and make some sense of why people do things, and why I do things,” Grey said.

Abelman asked Grey about overcoming a lack of confidence early in his career, to which he said, “success helps, and psychotherapy.”

“My passion for the art form of the theater has never left me. When I go to see anybody, I have that moment when the lights go down and I think, ‘I’m going to see something I’ve never seen before, or feel something I’ve never felt before,’” Grey said.

Grey frequently deviated from the question-and-answer format to break out in song and act out impressions of his father. Keeping in sync with Grey’s unstructured demeanor, given the chance to submit questions, at least two audience members wrote notes regarding family members who either knew or dated Grey during his teen years in Cleveland.

Although Grey said he anticipates acting again, he will likely never do another musical.

“It’s definitely a been there, done that, plus the preparation to do a musical is like being a crazy athlete, you give your life away in a way,” he said. “And I did it and I loved it and I had a lot of fun.”

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Nov. 16, 2016.

Lead image: Bob Abelman, left, arts critic for the Cleveland Jewish News, interviews Joel Grey, an actor, writer and Cleveland native. Photo | Amanda Koehn

Derdriu Ring and Jeffrey Grover Photo | Brian Kenneth Armour

none too fragile’s ‘Annapurna’ offers epic love and loss in one act

By Bob Abelman

Homer’s 8th-century BCE poem, “The Odyssey,” is about the Greek hero Ulysses, who is presumed dead by his wife and son after he is sent on a 10-year journey after the decade-long Trojan War by the displeased sea-god Poseidon.

In Sharr White’s fractured, one-act treatment of this epic tale – which received its Off-Broadway premiere in 2014 – Ulysses has finally come home. And home is a dilapidated trailer squatting somewhere in an unattractive part of the West Elk Mountain range of Colorado.

The play is getting a beautifully performed but anemically designed production at none too fragile.

In “Annapurna,” the grizzled Ulysses (Jeffrey Grover) – a once-celebrated cowboy-poet, English professor and notorious drunk – is destitute, dying from emphysema and lung cancer, and unexpectedly visited by his ex-wife Emma (Derdriu Ring), who has remarried.

They haven’t seen each other in the 20 years since she fled with their 5-year-old. But now Emma has tracked down Ulysses to prepare him physically and emotionally for his estranged son’s arrival after the young man discovered a stockpile of hidden, unopened and unanswered letters from his father.

The play is a 90-minute confrontation between ex-spouses. But “Annapurna” is also a lyrical meditation on love and loss that centers on two decent but badly damaged people. And it unfolds in several distinctive movements that have their own rhythms.

The play starts with a comedic allegro vivace encounter between Ulysses and Emma upon her entrance. She arrives at the trailer with suitcase in hand, a body full of pronounced bruises and a disagreeable attitude at the ready. He greets her while frying sausage in nothing but a skimpy apron around his waist, a breathing apparatus strapped to his back and a perplexed expression on his face.

The play slows to an intimate and emotional andante, as the indelible impressions these two have left on one another are revealed and performed with great delicacy. And it ends in a moving adagio moment of revelation (for us as well as Ulysses, who has lost years of memory to alcoholic blackout) and resolution. There’s a metaphor to boot, in the form of Ulysses’ most recent poem, which is written on paper towel and tissues and likens his marriage to scaling Annapurna, one of the most dangerous and beautiful mountain ranges in the Himalayas.

Actually, the play is considerably less fluid and more predictable than just described. But under Sean Derry’s direction and with the talented Grover and Ring beautifully handing the very naturalistic dialogue the playwright provides, this production unfolds with remarkable grace and dexterity.

Grover, despite an accent that comes and goes of its own free will, makes us feel the struggle of every laborious breath he takes and see the poet’s sensitive soul beneath the rebel spirit, the dismissive demeanor and the bitter anger. Ring beautifully balances Emma’s rage, disappointment and overriding compassion.

The only thing that detracts from their fine performances is the astounding lack of attention to detail given to the scenic design by Derry and Marina Lauff.

Claims of blistering midday heat and impressive vistas are undermined by nothing but black curtains outside the windows and open door. And Emma’s dismay over the trailer’s sordidness – the piles of decaying garbage, the ants, the cockroaches and the remnant dog feces – are contradicted by a pristine interior with nothing but a small stack of books on a table and a few dishes in the sink to represent squalor.

Some of the evening’s best acting comes from Ring repeatedly cleaning areas that are spotless while marveling at the mess and from Glover not flinching at the absurdity of this while sucking deeply from his oxygen tank.  Both are displays heroism that would have made Homer proud. CV

WHAT:  “Annapurna”

WHERE: none too fragile, 1835 Merriman Rd., Akron

WHEN: Through Nov. 19

TICKETS & INFO: $20, visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News.  Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Nov. 5, 2016.

Lead image: Derdriu Ring and Jeffrey Grover Photo | Brian Kenneth Armour

The ensemble of “Finding Neverland” | Photo / Carol Rosegg

More lost boy than pan, ‘Finding Neverland’ crows, but doesn’t fly

By Bob Abelman

It may help resuscitate fairies, but no amount of clapping can reconcile what the musical “Finding Neverland” is and the kind of musical it wants to be.

Following the popular and often unfortunate trend of turning feature films into Broadway musicals, “Finding Neverland” – which opened in New York in 2012 and is on tour and on stage at Playhouse Square – is based on the 2004 biopic about the Scottish-born playwright J. M. Barrie, the creator of Peter Pan.

Both works explore Barrie’s friendship with the Llewelyn Davies boys, how young Peter inspired the now-famous tale and its featured character, and Barrie’s complicated relationship with their mother, Sylvia.

But while the film embraces the rather gloomy story of a depressed and depleted playwright whose latest work flopped horribly, whose wife left him for another man, and whose scandalous relationship with the married Sylvia ended with her death from heart cancer, the musical douses the darkness with treacle.

Sorted details about Barrie’s psychological state and Sylvia’s marital status and illness, which are central to and unavoidable in the biographical story being told, are glossed over and presented with overt sentimentality in James Graham’s script.

Barrie (Kevin Kern) now struggles against his own inhibitions rather than his inner demons, while Sylvia (Christine Dwyer) is conveniently widowed and doesn’t cough until well into Act 2.

Life’s harsh realities and stifling Victorian era mores are personified by Sylvia’s protective mother (Joanna Glushak) and reduced to life-affirming messages relayed through Gary Barlow and Eliot Kennedy’s syrupy and wholly unmemorable music/lyrics.

And everything that moves is set to Mia Michaels’ theatrically exaggerated choreography, imbued with eye-candy special effects by Paul Kieve and Daniel Wurtzel, and placed within Scott Pask and Kenneth Posner’s picture postcard set and lighting designs.

Everything is enriched by Jon Driscoll’s ambient animated projections that include passing clouds over the rooftops of London, birds flying through Kensington Gardens, and starry skies.

Under director Diane Paulus’ staging, “Finding Neverland” more closely resembles the stylistically oversaturated Disney stage version of “Mary Poppins” than anything associated with Peter Pan, including the original 1954 Broadway production, and tries way too hard to do so.

All this flies in the face of the trajectory of the biodrama that drives this musical. In fact, there are times during the production when songs seem disruptive and unwelcome, suggesting that this musical should not be a musical at all.

And yet, if seen through the eyes of a child – who must surely be the target audience for this affair despite claims to the contrary by its producers – “Finding Neverland” is thoroughly entertaining.

Kern as Barrie (a role he understudied on Broadway) and Dwyer as Sylvia have incredible voices and sell their story with immense passion and precision. The same goes for Tom Hewitt, who employs his impressive stage presence, comic timing and booming voice to great effect as both Barrie’s benefactor Charles Frohman and Captain Hook.

And the talented ensemble, who anchor each elaborate production number and take on roles as servants, strolling citizens and members of Frohman’s theater troupe, are superb. Matt Wolpe and Dwelvan David are particularly delightful, while the dance between Dee Tomasetta as Peter Pan and Adrianne Chu as Wendy during a brief scene from Barrie’s first staging of “Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up” is wonderful.

The actors playing the four Davies children on opening night – Eli Tokash as Peter, Mitchell Wray as Jack, Finn Faulconer as George and Jordan Cole as Michael – are enchanting. They are natural in their playfulness and handle all the key acting moments that come their way. So does Sammy, who plays Barrie’s dog and never misses a cue.

In short, the stage explodes with energy and impressive execution. And all that highly stylized choreography, eye-candy effects and animated projection, which undermines its source material, is mesmerizing nonetheless.

The production opens with the bright light of Tinker Bell beckoning us to come with her behind the closed curtains for a great adventure. What awaits us there is the Peter Pan story as told by the Lost Boys from Barrie’s novel, who crow loud and long but never quite get off the floor to fly.

“I think to have faith is to have wings,” says Sylvia sometime during “Finding Neverland.” In the world of musical theater, it takes a bit more than that. CV

“Finding Neverland”

WHERE: Connor Palace Theatre, 1511 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Nov. 20

TICKETS & INFO: $10-$100, call 216-241-6000 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News.  Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Nov 2, 2016.

Lead image: The ensemble of “Finding Neverland” | Photo / Carol Rosegg

Monette Magrath (Olivia) and Sean Hudock (Ethan) 
PHOTO | Roger Mastroianni

Cleveland Play House’s romantic comedy ‘Sex With Strangers’ seduces, satisfies

By Bob Abelman

The Cleveland Play House’s intimate, subterranean Outcalt Theatre is quickly becoming the place where carnality and clever writing come together for an evening of mutual and consensual gratification.

Following in the footsteps of recent productions of David Ives’ psycho-sexual drama, “Venus in Fur” and Sarah Ruhl’s sex comedy, “In the Next Room, or the Vibrator Play,” Laura Eason’s “Sex With Strangers” is on stage under Joanie Schultz’s superb direction.

The play received its world premiere production in 2011 at Steppenwolf Theatre in Chicago.

Snowbound in a cozy Michigan B&B and working on her latest novel after the first earned only a modicum of success amid high expectations, Olivia’s (Monette Magrath) cherished quiet time is disrupted by a late-arriving guest.

Ethan (Sean Hudock) is a professional blogger whose sleazy online reports of his numerous one-night stands with strangers have been turned into wildly successful books. He has come to the B&B to escape his newfound fame, edit the screenplay for the optioned film, and work on the serious novel he knows he has within him.

With the internet down, no television set available and the fireplace glowing, the arrogant and attractive 28-year-old Ethan and the insecure and nearly 40-year-old Olivia fall into each other’s arms. And they do exactly what the characters in “Venus in Fur” and “In the Next Room” did: talk about sex with some explicitness and go off stage to have at it.

Throughout their physical lust-fest and the truly impressive make-out sessions that are nicely choreographed by Schultz, Eason’s characters also lust after each other’s accomplishments. Olivia craves Ethan’s notoriety; he craves Olivia’s credibility.

As the two become increasingly involved in one another’s lives and the B&B in Act 1 gives way to Olivia’s Chicago apartment in Act 2 – both of which are authentic and beautifully appointed locations designed by Chelsea M. Warren and lit by Michael Boll – red flags surface regarding their true intentions and potentially hidden agendas. This hints at the possibility of sexual and emotional gamesmanship being played.

What makes this play so very interesting in not just the seduction being performed by and between Ethan and Olivia; it’s the seduction of the audience by the playwright who, as a writer for Netflix’s hit political drama “House of Cards,” has mastered the dark art.

Eason lures us in with sex, romance and absolutely engaging writing, while managing to subtly introduce issues of substance. While the players strut and fret upon the stage in their underwear, accompanied by the sexy blues and hard-driving rock of Grace Potter and the Nocturnals (courtesy of sound designer Thomas Dixon), the playwright explores the evils of ambition, the power of the internet to invent or reinvent identity, and the continuing struggles of women artists.

The actors are busy seducing the audience as well, by hinting at but never quite revealing their characters’ true intentions. We can sense an undercurrent of mistrust and tension as Hudock and Magrath recognize and ride the play’s shifting rhythms and dynamics, but it is never fully exposed until the end of this two-hander.

It is testimony to these actors’ fine performances and remarkable chemistry that Ethan’s virile arrogance is such a perfect fit with Olivia’s vulnerability that their mutual attraction seems plausible. And as the play evolves and each characters’ strong suits and debilitating weaknesses shift power positions – artistically represented by an intriguing shift in scenic design – that, too, is believable.

At the end of last Saturday night’s performance, more patrons than usual appeared to be rushing outside for a smoke. If that isn’t a sign of a satisfying sex comedy, I don’t know what is. CV

On stage

WHAT: “Sex With Strangers”

WHERE: Outcalt Theatre, 1407 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Nov. 13

TICKETS & INFO: $25-$90, call 216-241-6000 or visit


Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Oct. 30, 2016.

Lead image: Monette Magrath (Olivia) and Sean Hudock (Ethan). PHOTO | Roger Mastroianni


Rick Montgomery Jr., from left, Anne McEvoy, Julia Kolibab and Richie Gagen | Photo / Kathy Sandham

Beck’s ‘Body Awareness’ so low key it unlocks very little

By Bob Abelman

The New Yorker wrote last year that “we’re lucky to be living in the era of Annie Baker” when discussing the Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright “who listens to people so carefully, who recreates human speech with such amusement and care, that her characters feel startlingly familiar.”

This was clearly a skill set acquired over time, for her Off-Broadway debut in 2008 in a one-act comedy, “Body Awareness,” is a decisively lesser work. It is getting a rather mundane staging at the Beck Center for the Arts in Lakewood.

Set in a small college town in Vermont, the play features three characters who spend their time side-stepping each other’s psychological soft spots. They are Joyce (Anne McEvoy), a high school cultural studies teacher who identifies as lesbian after a failed marriage; her 21-year-old son Jared (Richie Gagen), who has all the telltale signs of Asperger syndrome but vehemently denies this; and Phyllis (Julia Kolibab), a feminist academic and Joyce’s live-in partner. 

With Phyllis’ college commemorating “Body Awareness Week,” a celebrated photographer of nude women and girls named Frank Bonitatibus (Rick Montgomery Jr.) is invited as a guest artist and, in one of the play’s most implausible plot points, is invited to stay at Phyllis’ home. 

Joyce finds Frank and his work alluring, Phyllis finds them repulsive, and Jared – who is socially ill-equipped to engage with others – finds them and everything else he encounters “stupid.” 

Frank’s presence so disrupts the household dynamics that Joyce, Phyllis and Jared soon find themselves pressing and occasionally pouncing on those aforementioned soft spots. All of this unfolds in Baker’s typically understated and anti-theatrical voice, where much of the humor can be found in the things left unsaid and in the pauses that exist between exchanges. 

Performing Baker’s work not only requires the mastery of the scripted words and its essential silences, but a delicate and unpretentious handling of the subtle comedy. When it all comes together, as it did in Dobama Theatre’s productions of “Circle Mirror Transformation” in 2011 and “The Aliens” in 2014, the results are miraculous and reinforce all “The New Yorker’s” accolades. 

But “Body Awareness” needs some help finding and cultivating the laughs, which this production does not offer under David Vegh’s direction. Little attention is given to the pacing, which drags. Nearly everything is flat and very little is funny.

Gagen as Jared cannot be blamed, for his affectless tone and stiff physicality sets up and serves as a wonderful and implicitly comedic counterpoint to the terse aggressiveness and quirky obsession with etymology that Baker bequeaths the character. 

But potentially funny lines aimed at his mother or Phyllis, like “Maybe you have Asperger’s.  You’re 55 and you’ve never read ‘Crime and Punishment,’” tend to result in a dramatic reaction or, worse, no reaction from McEvoy’s Joyce and Kolibab’s Phyllis, which cuts off the comedy at its source. And although their performances are deft, engaging and authentic, McEvoy and Kolibab rarely inspire much to laugh at on their own.      

Enter Frank. His scripted political incorrectness regarding Jared, lack of awareness of Phyllis’ unease with his art and “male gaze,” and absence of empathy regarding Joyce’s fragility are all intended to serve as a catalyst for humor. 

But Montgomery’s depiction of Frank has none of the ingredients necessary to make that happen. What he does bring to the table – a laid-back demeanor and devil-may-care attitude – is often at odds with the machismo or creepiness or pretension that Baker’s script seems to call for. 

This is particularly evident during one of the potentially funniest scenes in the play, where Frank gives Jared misguided and inappropriately explicit advice about approaching and sexually pleasing women. The set up and the execution seem forced and the scene is one of many that go nowhere.   

All this takes place in a home so startlingly normal in its layout and design – as rendered by Aaron Benson and lit by Marcus Dana – that it begs for something out of the ordinary to happen there. As does the audience. CV

On Stage

“Body Awareness”

WHERE: Beck Center for the Arts’ Studio Theater, 17801 Detroit Ave., Lakewood

WHEN: Through Nov. 6

TICKETS & INFO: $12-$31, call 216-521-2540 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News.  Follow Bob at

Orginally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Oct. 9, 2016.

Lead image: Rick Montgomery Jr., from left, Anne McEvoy, Julia Kolibab and Richie Gagen. Photo| Kathy Sandham


A potent group of smaller stages are growing and strengthening Northeast Ohio’s theater scene around headliner Playhouse Square

Story by Bob Abelman
Illustration by Jon Larson

Like Broadway in New York and the Loop in Chicago, downtown Cleveland’s Playhouse Square is the hub of the city’s theater scene as well as the nation’s second largest unified performing arts center. 

Its original five venues – the Ohio Theatre, Palace Theatre, State Theatre, Allen Theatre and Hanna Theatre – were constructed in the early 1920s as houses for vaudeville, movies and legitimate theater. 

Now fully restored after years of abandonment, fire and vandalism, the historic theaters house top-tier national Broadway tours, serve as the home to Cleveland’s classic theater company, play host to America’s first professional regional theater, and offer concerts, comedy shows and dance performances. 

Yes, Playhouse Square on Euclid Avenue between East 14th and East 17th streets is thriving. But the true sign of a city’s evolving theater scene can be found on the roads less traveled. It’s there that smaller stages are producing innovative, avant-garde and contemporary plays as well as original works by local playwrights. 

Every city known for its performing arts has followed this off-the-beaten path.

New York’s Off-Broadway and Off-Off-Broadway movements began in the early 1950s as a reaction to the commercial theater that dominated the mid-town area.  Located largely on the Lower East Side and the Upper West Side, away from Time Square, these indie theaters provide an outlet for each new generation of creative artists whose voices are not being heard elsewhere.

The 1960s and ’70s saw an explosion of homegrown theaters in Chicago, called “Off-Loop,” which are still performing in unorthodox and inexpensive settings away from the mainstream venues in the city’s downtown Loop area.

The 99-Seat Theater scene evolved in Los Angeles during the 1980s, when many of the larger, nonprofit professional theaters found themselves dependent on box office sales for most of their income and less likely to engage in creative risk-taking. 

And now, Cleveland’s theater scene is undergoing its own version of an Off-Broadway, Off-Loop, 99-Seat Theater movement. 

Located on the East Side and West Side, away from Playhouse Square, these professional playhouses welcome diverse perspectives not only in who is telling the story and what the story is about, but how the story is told. Some are venturing into the use of immersive, interactive technology for their storytelling that create virtual worlds onstage. Others are blurring the line between theater disciplines. And they are all tapping local talent with distinctive voices. 

Let’s call these theaters “Outside-the-Square.” Here are a few worth visiting:

“Bat Boy: The Musical” was performed in October 2015 at Blank Canvas Theater. Photo | Andy Dudik

“Bat Boy: The Musical” was performed in October 2015 at Blank Canvas Theater. Photo | Andy Dudik

Blank Canvas Theatre
78th Street Studios
1305 W. 78th St., Suite 211, Cleveland
440-941-0458 or

In search of an identity in Cleveland’s highly diverse performing arts marketplace, the upstart Blank Canvas Theatre has waffled between modern classics, such as “Twelve Angry Men” and “Of Mice and Men,” and cultist musical comedies that include “Debbie Does Dallas,” “Psycho Beach Party” and “Bat Boy.” The theater, in its fifth year, also provides a performance space for founder and artistic director Patrick Ciamacco’s sketch comedy troupe, The Laughter League.

This is part of Ciamacco’s master plan to lure younger audiences to the theater via offbeat offerings and then strategically introduce them to the modern classics. “Or vice versa,” he notes. “We want a typical theatre lover who would normally only see a classic to enjoy it so much they go outside their comfort zone and show up to have blood splattered on them while watching ‘The Texas Chainsaw Musical.’”

Liminis Theater
2440 Scranton Road, Cleveland
216-687-0074 or

“Most theaters are like mirrors, reflecting the familiar,” suggests convergence-continuum mission statement. “Everything is nicely laid out for you as you view what is comfortably, safely beyond that wall, confident that you will be made, indeed are expected, to understand the experience in terms of conventional logic. Aren’t we all tired of that by now?”

con-con prides itself on taking risks and confronting conventions, and has done so under the supervision of Clyde Simon, who has served as artistic director, director, actor and set designer since the theater’s founding in 2000. The immensely intimate Liminis performance space offers an up-close-and-personal theater experience in an effort to fully engage its audiences’ senses and imaginations.

“Three Sisters” was performed in June 2015 by the Mamaí Theatre Company. Photo | Erik Johnson

“Three Sisters” was performed in June 2015 by the Mamaí Theatre Company. Photo | Erik Johnson

Mamai Theatre Company
Cleveland Masonic Performing Arts Center
3615 Euclid Ave., Cleveland
440-394-8353 or

Mamaí is passionate about offering audiences canonical works from dramatic literature. They do so, according to co-founders Bernadette Clemens, Wendy Kriss, Christine McBurney and Derdriu Ring, “without filtering what might be denser, older or more rarely performed out of a fear that contemporary audiences cannot or will not engage with classical playwrights.”

Their 2013 inaugural production of “Medea” did just that. “Good classical theater need not be watered down, dumbed down or used as a rare spice to blend into a contemporary season,” says Clemens. Adds McBurney, “For me, one of the biggest returns from our first season was learning that audiences do respond to plays that do not resemble sitcoms; plays with big ideas, complexity and beautiful language.” Next season, Mamaí will move downtown into the 150-seat Helen Rosenfeld Lewis Bialosky Lab Theatre after having established its reputation just east of the Square.

Mamaí is attempting to counter the tendency of many other theaters to make play choices that are heavily weighted toward male casts by ensuring that, for Cleveland’s professional theater community, women will have increasing opportunities to work.

Playwrights Local
Waterloo Arts
397 E. 156th St., Cleveland
216-302-8856 or

Newly formed Playwrights Local, located in the revitalized North Collinwood neighborhood, is the city’s first theater company exclusively dedicated to new plays by local playwrights.

After obtaining nonprofit status and finding a work space at Waterloo Arts, artistic director David Todd and managing director Tom Hayes created a laboratory environment where directors, actors and dramaturgs provide feedback on new work, as well as space for table readings, rehearsals and public staged readings.

In November, the company will orchestrate its second annual two-day Cleveland Playwrights Festival that will feature workshops, panel discussions and staged readings of short works by David Hansen, Lisa Beth Allen, Eric James Dahl, Craig Joseph and Luke Brett. Says Todd, “We want to raise awareness for Cleveland as a playwriting city and add another facet to what is going on in the arts.”

“Tall Skinny Cruel Cruel Boys” was performed in October and November 2015 by Theater Ninjas. Photo | Anastasia Pantsios

“Tall Skinny Cruel Cruel Boys” was performed in October and November 2015 by Theater Ninjas. Photo | Anastasia Pantsios

Theater Ninjas
440-941-1482 or

Theater Ninjas is the food truck of Cleveland theater; a nomadic company that seeks out new and challenging performance spaces such as the repurposed recording studio at 78th Street Studios. “Working in nontraditional venues gives us an opportunity to reimagine how and why we tell stories,” suggests artistic director Jeremy Paul, “and helps us to create deep, fascinating worlds for the audience to explore.” 

For instance, “The Excavation” was staged at the Cleveland Museum of Art, where audience members chose their own path through different “exhibits” that used humor, science, tragedy, puppets and multiple artistic disciplines to celebrate cultural legacies, mortality and our deep curiosity about the lives of other people. “It’s the kind of show that couldn’t be done in a traditional theater or by any other company in Cleveland,” says Paul. Other productions have been staged at the Rising Star Coffee Roastery, the Canopy Collective and the Guide 2 Kulchur bookstore.

Jon Seydl, former curator at CMA, described Theater Ninjas as operating “on the end of the theater spectrum; the place where theater connects to other forms of performance.” 

none too fragile
1835 Merriman Road, Akron
330-671-4563 or

Promotional ads for none too fragile boast: “We don’t just push the envelope. We lick it.” Shock value is what this theater is known for, starting with the ritual shot of Jameson whiskey that is distributed to audience members before each performance.

The Akron-based theater company was created in 2012 by Sean Derry and Alanna Romansky after an earlier experiment by Derry, called the Bang and the Clatter Theatre, proved too adventurous and bold for downtown Cleveland denizens.  This new theater picks up the mantle of providing principle-challenging, character-driven, and often funky storytelling. 

“Professional indie theater” is the way managing director Jaysen Mercer describes the types of plays they produce. “I believe that we offer our audiences something very unique that may not be possible at larger venues,” suggests Derry, “and that is true, intense intimacy with the artist and his/her material.”

Several progressive theaters of note initiated the “Outside-the-Square” movement before it was fashionable. Below are two of the most prominent.

“Incendiaries” was performed in January 2016 at Cleveland Public Theatre. Photo | Steve Wagner

“Incendiaries” was performed in January 2016 at Cleveland Public Theatre. Photo | Steve Wagner

Cleveland Public Theatre
6415 Detroit Ave., Cleveland
216-631-2727 or

Cleveland Public Theatre’s mission is to “raise consciousness and nurture compassion through ground breaking performances.” CPT develops new, adventurous work by Northeast Ohio artists, undertakes nationally significant second and “early” productions of new scripts, and develops devised, ensemble-based theater as well as radical reinterpretations of existing work.

Located in the Gordon Square Arts District, CPT was founded in 1981 when James Levin returned from New York City and was determined to form an experimental theater group similar to Off-Broadway’s Cafe LaMama, where he worked as an actor and director.   

Over the past 10 years, executive artistic director Raymond Bobgan has expanded this mission. “We want people to leave CPT feeling like they have seen something extraordinary – something that they couldn’t have witnessed anywhere else in the region.” The CPT believes that theater can be at the center of community dialogue and, notes Bobgan, “personal transformation.”

Dobama Theatre
2340 Lee Road, Cleveland Heights
216-932-6838 or

Founded in 1959 by Donald and Marilyn Bianchi, Barry Silverman and Mark Silverberg, Dobama Theatre has worked consistently to produce innovative plays of consequence.

The vast majority of the theater’s productions are regional, American or world premieres of the best contemporary plays by established and emerging playwrights.

“We honestly don’t go out of our way to do ‘edgy’ material, whatever that means,” says artistic director Nathan Motta. “However, if the material is something that might challenge our audiences – that is, if it’s thought-provoking, moving and relevant, with strong dialogue, layered characters and a unique or interesting premise – that work is certainly not something we’re going to shy away from.”

Since its origin, Dobama has always taken risks and, according to Motta, “asked its audiences to take the risk with us. This is an artistic decision we make knowing full well that it may prove challenging in terms of marketing, and in some cases, selling tickets.” CV

Juan Rivera Lebron as Orsino and Cassandra Bissell as Viola disguised as Cesario. | Photo / Ken Balze

Dark underbelly of romantic comedy ‘Twelfth Night’ exposed

By Bob Abelman

For those keeping score, this is the seventh time that Great Lakes Theater has presented “Twelfth Night, or What You Will,” which is one of Shakespeare’s most popular comedies.  Although the story is the same, as are many of the actors, the current production could not be more different than the last time the play was seen on the Hanna Theatre stage.

“Twelfth Night” features a pair of fraternal twins – Sebastian (Jonathan Christopher MacMillan) and Viola (Cassandra Bissell) – who are separated by a shipwreck and carry on their lives thinking the other dead. Landing on the coastal city of Illyria, Viola disguises herself as a man for protection and to honor her brother, calling herself Cesario.

She finds employment with Orsino (Juan Rivera Lebron), the Duke of Illyria, with whom she secretly falls in love. The Duke is in love with the Countess Olivia (Christine Weber) and sends the cross-dressing Viola to woo her on his behalf. The guarded Countess allows herself to fall in love with the disguised Viola, but accidently beds and weds Sebastian when he happens into town.

In line with the driving subterfuge of gender duality, Shakespeare has given “Twelfth Night” ample doses of both comedy and melancholy, as characters pursue what and who they desire but cannot have.

In 2009, under Charlie Fee’s direction, the Great Lakes production leaned heavily toward the laughs. It did so by lightening up Illyria with Mediterranean sensibilities and allowing the players to play broadly, boldly and in the spirit of Feste’s line “Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere.”  

Under director Drew Barr’s creative vision, the play is remarkably dark and restrained. Fully embracing the notion of night referenced in the play’s title, everything in the world of this production exists in evening’s shadows where the boundaries that define period, place and persona are ambiguous or obscured.

Although the language and musical interludes are Elizabethan, the acting and instrumentation (Jillian Kates on electric guitar) are contemporary. 

Costuming designed by Kim Krumm Sorenson is dark and timeless and, like the casting, dabbles in androgyny. 

And every location takes place in the same setting – a once elegant but now faded estate designed by Russell Metheny and dimly lit by Rick Martin – where one scene transitions into the next while characters from the previous or next scene linger on or around the stage.

All this adds texture to the questions Shakespeare raises about love and desire, but it plays havoc with the humor. This is particularly so in the subplots that were built specifically with comedy in mind. Their implicit buoyancy clashes with the weight and density that has been added to this production. 

The Countess’s outrageous cousin Sir Toby Belch (Aled Davies) and his foolish drinking buddy Sir Andrew Aguecheek (Tom Ford), for example, come across as sad clowns rather than incorrigible rapscallions, which is a shame. When their raucous laughter fades, an undercurrent of pathos lies in wait. 

Veteran performers Davies and Ford play this well, but their hands are tied by the emotional strings attached to their undeniably hilarious dialogue.    

The same can be said for the wonderful M.A. Taylor’s portrayal of Feste the fool. Taylor, at times, appears to be champing at the bit to trade in his character’s poignancy for a little more playfulness.   

As Malvolio, the self-impressed steward to the Countess who mistakenly believes he can win her hand, Lynn Robert Berg plays his defining pomposity relatively straight. The famous scene where Malvolio reads a letter of seduction supposedly written by the Countess but actually penned by Olivia’s gentlewoman, Maria (Laura Perrotta), is an understated affair compared with David Anthony Smith’s 2009 full-throttled performance, which is a shame as well. 

But it does set up Berg’s particularly audacious selection of cross-gartered yellow stockings – per the letter’s request – most remarkably. 

Despite the production’s veil of darkness, Weber’s Olivia manages to maintain her giddy delight when she falls for Cesario and Bissell as Viola/Cesario is just plain delightful. 

In contrast, MacMillian’s Sebastian has completely lost his sense of humor and seems overcome by melancholy to the point of clinical pathology. It’s one thing turning a comedy dark; it’s another turning it into a Shakespearean tragedy.

Taken as a whole, this production of “Twelfth Night” may not be what you will, but it makes for a truly intriguing evening of theater. CV

On Stage

“Twelfth Night”

WHERE: Hanna Theatre, 2067 E. 14th St. and Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Oct. 30

TICKETS & INFO: $13 – $80, call 216-241-6000 or visit to

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News.  Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Oct. 4, 2016.

Lead image: Juan Rivera Lebron as Orsino and Cassandra Bissell as Viola disguised as Cesario. Photo | Ken Balze

Michael Mauldin as Harold Carver and Mary-Francis Renee Miller as Daphne Anderson | Photo / Celeste Cosentino

Lightning strikes thrice with Great Lakes’ ‘My Fair Lady’

By Bob Abelman

Shortly after the record-breaking, award-winning production of “My Fair Lady” opened on Broadway in 1956, the show’s playwright and lyricist, Alan Jay Lerner, remarked that “the right people at the right moment in their lives embarked on the right venture.”

The same can be said for Great Lakes Theater’s most remarkable rendition of “My Fair Lady.” 

Artistic Director Charlie Fee hired just the right director who brought in just the right designers and performers to take all that is charming about this musical and make it captivating. And while all the show’s special moments have been mined over six decades of reproductions and four Broadway revivals, the Great Lakes Theater company has managed to find more by stripping the show’s production values down to the essentials while adding rich dimension to each and every character.    

“My Fair Lady” is most remembered as an Academy Award-winning film, made in 1964 during an era when hit Broadway musicals were routinely turned into elaborate Hollywood productions. The Broadway production on which it was based, which first introduced Fredrick Loewe’s irresistibly hummable music and Lerner’s memorable lyrics, won six Tony Awards. 

But “My Fair Lady” is grounded in the story “Pygmalion,” written in 1912 by George Bernard Shaw. It tells the tale of a high-handed, high-brow British phonetician named Henry Higgins, who places a wager with his priggish sidekick Colonel Pickering that he can transform Eliza Doolittle, a young Cockney guttersnipe, into a duchess simply by improving her manner of speech.    

Shaw’s writing, in turn, was inspired by “Metamorphoses” – a simple play written by ancient Greek poet Ovid about a sculptor named Pygmalion who falls madly in love with one of his ivory statues and his passion fuels the desire to bring her to life.

It is these seminal elements – the love and passion that drives the story and the unpretentious simplicity that constitutes the storytelling – that inspire this absolutely enthralling Great Lakes Theater production. 

Under the creative vision and virtuosic direction of Victoria Bussert, every design element comes in shades of black and white. 

Scenic designer Jeff Herrmann represents the cityscape of Edwardian London with three black on white line drawings that fill the space between huge white pillars, which rotate to reveal the whitewashed bookshelves of Henry Higgins’ Wimpole Street apartment and rotate again to offer a simple and serviceable backdrop for every other scene in the production. 

Each scene is imbued with just a few pieces of white furniture that are whisked on and off the stage by ensemble members with the same fluidity as the gorgeous choreography and musical underscoring they are provided by Gregory Daniels and Joel Mercier, respectively. The ensemble wears spectacular period costuming by Charlotte M. Yetman that also comes in shades of black and white. 

Only Eliza Doolittle’s costumes add a splash of color, as does actress Jillian Kates in the role. She is a delightful performer with a remarkable voice that shows its impressive range and variability during Eliza’s transformation between “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly” and “The Rain in Spain.” And though her transformation is traditionally attributed to Higgins’ teachings and the enticement of chocolates, it is clear in this production that the strong-willed Eliza is an equal partner in the enterprise. 

Her verve and intelligence not only keep Higgins on his toes, but it underscores the shortcomings of her head-over-heels suitor Freddy, as he paces the street where she lives. He is played by the adorable Colton Ryan, who was purposefully cast young and who plays even younger, which adds humor and dimension to “Show Me,” where Eliza demands that he put up or shut up. 

As Higgins, Tom Ford is playful, passionate and absolutely charming – characteristics rarely associated with the role. As such, his songs “Why Can’t the English,” “I’m An Ordinary Man” and “A Hymn to Him” are humorous reflections on Higgins’ worldview rather than harsh barbs thrown at others.  They are also so much more interesting when sung than when spoken, as was done by Rex Harrison, who famously created the role on stage and screen. As a result, Higgins’ 11th-hour “I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face” is more than a song of regret; it is heartbreaking.

As Eliza’s ne’er-do-well dad Alfred Doolittle, master clown M.A. Taylor’s performance is remarkably textured and always interesting. The scene where he comes to the Wimpole Street apartment to coerce cash from Higgins for stealing his daughter is the perfect storm of brilliant writing and inspired performance. 

Even Pickering – a steadfastly one-dimensional character – is all heart and sentimentality in the hands of Aled Davies. In fact, every small role is enhanced by the immense talents of Laura Perrotta, Jodi Dominick, Lynn Robert Berg and others.

Lightning certainly struck on Broadway in 1956. It struck again in Boise, where this Great Lakes Theater production opened in July in partnership with the Idaho Shakespeare Festival. And, now well-rested and fully tested, it strikes once more on the Hanna Theatre stage. CV

On Stage

“My Fair Lady”

WHERE: Hanna Theatre, 2067 E. 14th St., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Oct. 29

TICKETS & INFO: $13-$80, call 216-241-6000 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News.  Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Sept. 26, 2016.

Lead image: Michael Mauldin as Harold Carver and Mary-Francis Renee Miller as Daphne Anderson. Photo | Celeste Cosentino

Michael Mauldin as Harold Carver and Mary-Francis Renee Miller as Daphne Anderson | Photo / Celeste Cosentino

Bad timing tames but doesn’t trump ‘Margin of Error’

By Bob Abelman

Turn on Samantha Bee’s “Full Frontal,” “The Daily Show” with Trevor Noah, or any of the other late-night TV comedy shows and listen to how studio audiences respond to the partisan puns and whoopee-cushion commentaries.

These days, we seem less likely to laugh out loud at the sorry state of our nation’s political affairs, preferring instead to shake our heads in quiet consternation.   

Our morale has been shaken by a disconcerting televised debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. 

Our minds are reeling from the onslaught of negative ads and acidic tweets, leaked emails of the Democratic National Committee, and the latest, a viral release of Trump’s inflammatory rhetoric during a videotaped deposition. 

So the timing of local playwright Eric Coble’s political comedy “Margin of Error” – a beautifully constructed one-act play receiving its regional premiere at Ensemble Theatre – couldn’t be worse. Too soon. And too close to home.

Coble’s play takes aim at the Machiavellian masterminds behind the scripted, spun, leaked and manipulated misinformation that drives contemporary American politics. It features the two-faced, morally corrupt and ethically bankrupt Harold Carver (Michael Mauldin), who is the most successful and sought-after Republican political strategist in the nation. 

For the duration of the play, the speed-talking wordsmith is stuck at Gate C19 of Cleveland Hopkins International Airport, while campaigns in Vermont, Oregon, Louisiana and Oklahoma, a disintegrating marriage, and an FBI probe into his dubious practices vie for his attention. Carver is aided by an eager young intern, Daphne Anderson (Mary-Francis Renee Miller).

Each concern is given its own color-coded cellphone, so we are able to eavesdrop on Carver’s behind-the-scenes message massaging (“People are as predictable as a pop song”) and witness his personal ideology (“You know who my God is? Victory”) and political philosophy (“A lie is only a lie until it becomes the truth”) at work. The damage they do appear in the newscasts blaring from the airport television monitors. 

Mauldin relishes every opportunity to play this man of no conscience as big and bold as possible and, under Eric Schmiedl’s direction, he masterfully rides the play’s comedic rhythms with just the right pace and with just the right tone.

Coble provides Carver with frequent outbursts – including a wonderfully heartfelt personal disclosure comprised largely of fiction and an impassioned battle cry to inspire his Louisiana candidate just before he speaks in front of the Baton Rouge Rotary Club – which Mauldin milks for all its worth. “This is your day, Auggie Diggs,” Mauldin screams into the yellow phone as sweat flies in every direction. “This is your Battle of Chancellorsville, your Normandy Beach, your Desert Storm, your Navy SEAL raid on Bin Laden – God has put you here, of all men on earth, you, to complete this mission.”

And yet laughter was limited during the show’s opening-night performance, in part due to the unfortunate timing of the play, but also due to the lack of comic timing and chemistry between Mauldin and Miller. 

Miller, as Daphne, is at her best when impressing Mauldin’s Carver with her intelligence, resourcefulness and like-minded passion for politics. But she has yet to find the core of her character when enacting the weaknesses Carver senses when he demands that she pull up her “big girl panties, grab a pitchfork and join the rebellion.” 

With nothing else to look at for 90 minutes, save the six seats that represent Gate C19, every action and emotion offered by the actors is under close audience scrutiny and needs to ring true to be effective.

“Margin of Error” runs through Oct. 23, during which two more presidential debates will take place. For the sake of this production, though not necessarily the state of the union, let’s hope the candidates give us something to laugh at. CV

On Stage

“Margin of Error”

WHERE: Ensemble Theatre, 2843 Washington Blvd., Cleveland Hts.

WHEN: Through Oct. 23

TICKETS & INFO: $12-$35. Call 216-321-2930 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Orginally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Oct. 4, 2016.

Lead image: Michael Mauldin as Harold Carver and Mary-Francis Renee Miller as Daphne Anderson. Photo | Celeste Cosentino

Photo:  Ensemble of “Fun Home” | Photo / Joan Marcus

‘Fun Home’ on tour thrives on its creative contrasts

By Bob Abelman

“Dad and I both grew up in the same small Pennsylvania town. And he was gay, and I was gay, and he killed himself, and I became a lesbian cartoonist. … Caption – My dad and I were exactly alike. Caption – My dad and I were nothing alike.”

These lines from the opening scene of “Fun Home,” the 2015 Tony Award-winning musical that is launching its national tour at Playhouse Square, perfectly sum up the play’s remarkably simple story and the astoundingly complex characters who populate it.

It’s this creative juxtaposition of simplicity and complexity, and the heart wrenching and theatrical intriguing moments it produces on stage, that makes this musical such a welcome addition to this season’s lineup of Broadway roadshows

“Fun Home” is a one-act memory play based on a 2006 graphic novel memoire by Alison Bechdel. It features 43-year-old Alison in her studio drawing illustrations of her family and attempting to capture the perfect captions. Memories from her youth and young adulthood unfold on the stage around her as she tries to reconcile the enigma that was her father.

Each scene is a selective, sentimental and occasionally surreal remembrance of a happy family and a healthy home. These out of sequence memories subtly give way to repressed truths about her dad’s tortured soul and shed light on the family’s dysfunction. And, as is the case with all memory plays, the standard rules of musical theater don’t apply.

None of the songs serves to move the story along its dramatic arc or add heightened vision to the storytelling, as they do in most musicals. Instead, with music by Jeanine Tesori and lyrics by Lisa Kron, they merely reflect a simple observation, express a single thought or capture an isolated emotion. Their austerity renders them particularly beautiful and surprisingly poignant.

Liberties are also taken with the portrayal of Alison. The history of lesbians as featured protagonists in musical theater is sparse to say the least, and this show’s queer identity is one of the things that makes it special. But it is the division of Alison into three characters at different stages in her life that makes it intriguing.

As Small Alison at age 9, Alessandra Baldacchino is magnificent. Honest in her expression of emotion and authentic in her relationships with her bothers – played well by Pierson Salvadore and Lennon Nate Hammond – Baldacchino captures all the complexities of this character. She is also blessed with a lovely voice that absolutely crushes the song “Ring of Keys,” where Small Alison recognizes herself in a butch delivery-woman who walks by.

Magnificent also describes Abby Corrigan’s portrayal of Medium Alison at age 19, whose deliciously awkward insecurities and puppy-love crush on college classmate Joan – a delightful Karen Eilbacher – are a pleasure to watch. The song where she declares she is changing her major to Joan is one of the show’s highlights.

Another is “Telephone Wire,” where the adult Alison – portrayed by the immensely talented Kate Shindle – goes for a car ride with her father during a college-era memory flashback rather than her college-age self. The effect of this existential moment and the song that accompanies it is haunting.

Robert Petkoff is mesmerizing as Bruce, Alison’s deeply troubled father, particularly when his intense self-denial loses the battle with his homosexual urges in the company of Roy, Mark, Pete, and Bobby – all played by Robert Hager.

This plays havoc on his family and reduces his wife Helen to a lost soul, which is handled with remarkable delicacy by Susan Moniz.

In the original production of “Fun Home,” which opened and recently closed at Broadway’s Circle in the Square, all these intimate moments and dulcet disclosures were delivered bare-boned and in-the-round with no permanent scenery and before no more than 700 patrons at a time.

Such intimacy and perspective are sadly sacrificed in this touring production, where cavernous theaters like the Conner Palace force proscenium stages and seating for significantly larger and physically distanced audiences on the show’s creative team.

Director Sam Gold and designers David Zinn (scenic), Ben Stanton (lighting) and Kai Harada (sound) do what they can to compensate.

They place the magnificent string-heavy six-piece orchestra, under Micah Young’s direction, on stage behind the performers, which adds charm.

And they add scenery and family furnishings to fill the expansive space on stage. They do so by degree and in accordance with the distance of Alison’s memories, which works beautifully. The stage is barer and the details of the home are less complete when looking back at Alison’s youth; they are more fleshed out when seen through the memories of Alison’s young adulthood.

Still, the touring production seems more staged and less intimate than originally conceived. This is a shame and would be a problem, if not for the exquisite performances by this cast and enrapturing nature of the material they deliver.

On Stage

“Fun Home”

WHERE: Connor Palace Theatre, 1511 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Oct. 22

TICKETS & INFO: $10-$100, call 216-241-6000 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News.  Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Oct. 7, 2016.

Lead image: Ensemble of “Fun Home.” Photo | Joan Marcus

Steve Vinovich, center, as President Lyndon Baines Johnson, and members of the ensemble of “All the Way.” | Photo / Roger Mastroianni

Cleveland Play House’s ‘All the Way’ riveting Elizabethan drama

By Bob Abelman

Richard II. Edward III. Henry VIII. LBJ.

These famous figures from another time – with their larger-than-life personalities, excessive appetites, unfillable holes in their egos and Rabelaisian crudity – are the focus of historical dramas that offer insight and perspective on the turbulent and heroic past.

And while “All the Way” is a 2014 Tony Award-winning drama that chronicles the first year of Lyndon Baines Johnson’s accidental presidency in 1964, Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright Robert Schenkkan’s play is no less epic in scope, no less Elizabethan in style and no less theatrical than the works penned by William Shakespeare and Christopher Marlowe.

And it is no less enthralling.

The play at Cleveland Play House under Giovanna Sardelli’s superb direction, opens just after the assassination of JFK. It explores LBJ’s (Steve Vinovich) efforts to maneuver members of Congress to enact the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and support his candidacy for the upcoming election. 

This is done through backroom deals with assorted southern senators (Stephen Bradbury and Timothy Crowe), showdowns with Alabama Gov. George Wallace (Greg Jackson) and FBI chief J. Edgar Hoover (William Parry), and the strategic manipulation of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. (Jason Bowen) and his advisers and NAACP colleagues (Biko Eisen-Martin, Eddie Ray Jackson, Jeffrey Grover, Joshua David Robinson and Charles E. Wallace).

And because historical dramas are nothing without the vantage point of a fortunate fly on the wall behind closed doors, we get to witness LBJ’s love for Lady Bird (Laura Starnik), his tumultuous relationship with liberal senator Hubert Humphrey (Donald Carrier), and the undying support offered by his aide, Walter Jenkins (Chris Richards). 

As such, we get to see all sides of LBJ – the intimidating and savvy politician, the tortured soul, the man-child – all of which are mastered by Vinovich in a true tour-de-force performance.  Vinovich captures the spectacle of the time and the awe-inspiring power in the man. And, unlike the Broadway production of “All the Way,” this is done without prosthetics to help capture LBJ’s character-defining facial features.    

Of course, realism is not an appropriate marker for judgment in historical dramas like “Richard II” and “Edward III,” which were written 200 to 300 years after the fact. And even though many audience members have memories that date back to the 1960s, imitation is significantly less important in “All the Way” than capturing the essence of the time and the people who populated it. 

In this regard, this CPH production nails it. David Kay Mickelsen’s period costuming helps, but the entire ensemble conveys their characters interestingly and absorbingly, all the while delivering often wordy, narrative-driving, fact-filled lines in the quick, direct and stylized manner required of historical dramas.    

The thing is, historical facts and figures rarely lend themselves to interesting theatrical representation. While Shakespeare and Marlowe necessarily infused their work with heightened language stuffed with gorgeous rhetoric, witty word-play and lyrical poetry, “All the Way” embraces LBJ’s penchant for homey adages, Texas slang and profane storytelling.   

It also employs spectacular projections to help establish a sense of time and place and to move along the storytelling. Where the Broadway production offered these images behind the actors, Dan Scully’s vivid projections appear on the surrounding curved walls of Robert Mark Morgan’s gorgeous oval office facsimile in this CPH production. The office doubles as all other locations as well, courtesy of Michael Lincoln’s isolating lighting and director Sardelli’s clever staging.

One of the most clever and dramatic examples is when LBJ and others are lamenting the escalation of the Vietnam war in the background while, in shadow inches from the audience, FBI agents dig, discover and remove from the ground the body of James Chaney – one of the three young civil rights workers who were murdered by local police in Neshoba County, Miss. 

This moment can’t help but call to mind the “Alas, poor Yorick” scene in “Hamlet,” where another frustrated leader faces mortality by an open grave. 

But, more significantly, this moment and others throughout the play remind us that many of the issues and injustices faced by LBJ in the 1960s – the civil unrest, the white police killing black men, the dirty politics and the deplorable politicians – are identical to those we face today.

Like every Elizabethan historical drama that came before it, “All the Way” reminds us that the more things change the more they remain the same. CV

On Stage

“All the Way”

WHERE: Allen Theatre, 1407 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Oct. 9

TICKETS & INFO: $25-$100, call 216-241-6000 or visit

Bob Abelman covers professional theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News.  Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Sept. 24, 2016.

Lead image: Steve Vinovich, center, as President Lyndon Baines Johnson, and members of the ensemble of “All the Way.” Photo | Roger Mastroianni

Jason Leupold and Neely Gevaart. PHOTO | Kathy Sandham

Lakeland Civic Theatre’s ‘The Last Five Years’ charming in spite of itself

By Bob Abelman

At the heart of Jason Robert Brown’s intensely personal musical “The Last Five Years” is a simple story about a singular event: The failed marriage between Cathy Hiatt, a young, aspiring but unaccomplished New York actress, and Jamie Wellerstein, a highly successful first novelist.

The play begins with Cathy at the depressing end of the relationship, where she sings the tender-to-the touch torch song “Still Hurting.” Jamie is at the relationship’s joyful beginning, singing about a girl he just met in the upbeat “Shiksa Goddess.” As the play progresses, their respective timelines converge, cross and once again careen in opposite directions, leaving Cathy at the conception of the relationship and Jamie at its conclusion as the lights fade to black.

This remarkable piece of slice-of-life storytelling, first staged in Chicago in 2001 and then produced Off-Broadway in 2002, is told exclusively through songs that run the gamut in range, tempo and temperament. Nearly every one of them is an intricate and strenuous vocal callisthenic that tests the mettle of the performers.

The songs require singers who can deliver them without stress or strain and make it look easy.

And, in order for the audience to invest in Cathy and Jamie and care about the demise of their relationship, the production requires actors who are immediately likable – no, lovable – despite their characters’ unpleasant attributes, namely his raging ego and her debilitating insecurities.

The show also requires performers comfortable enough in their own skin to stand alone and exposed during most of this one-act, 90-minute production, for there is little actual interaction between the two as they go their separate ways.

Neely Gevaart and Jason Leupold possess all of these qualities in this enchanting Lakeland Civic Theatre production.

Gevaart immediately wins over the audience upon uttering her first lines of lament over the failed marriage. The lyric “Jamie is over and Jamie is gone/Jamie’s decided it’s time to move on” is profoundly heart wrenching and beautiful when executed by this gifted singer. She has remarkable vocal control and though she does devastation well, Gevaart handles elation even better. Her rendition of “I Can Do Better Than That” is delightful.

Although Leupold doesn’t quite master Jamie’s self-absorbed drive – often substituting hyperactivity for passion – he is endearing from the get-go and a commanding presence on the stage. His rendition of “The Schmuel Song” – a pep talk to Cathy that encourages her to follow her dreams in the form of a fairy tale about a tailor too busy to dream – is absolutely charming.

The one drawback in this number is that director Martin Friedman has Jamie delivering the song to an empty chair rather than the audience or Cathy just out of sight. This turns us into voyeurs rather than engaged participants and suggests an emotional chasm between Jamie and Cathy at a time in the play when it doesn’t exist to that extent.

Actually, this is one of several efforts by Friedman to take a simple story and do something creative with the staging, which is admirable and well intended but often off-base.

Another is providing both performers with a collection of closet sectionals on wheels that contain character-defining artifacts, keepsakes and clothing. These clearly establish each character’s personal space and emotional baggage, and cleverly serve to disguise costume changes between songs.

But they are cumbersome to move – particularly while singing – and their relative placement does not always coincide with the relational timeline of the characters. This lack of attention to detail confuses matters rather than provides clarity.

One creative choice that works particularly well is having the wonderful orchestra – a piano (conductor Jordan Cooper), violin (Rachel Gante), cello (Olivia Clark) and bass (Tim Keo) – on stage behind the performers, which reinforces the play’s emphasis on song over dialogue and adds to the sound quality. Their silhouettes under Christina Pierce’s lighting design are gorgeous.

The conductor performing in shorts and sandals, however, underscores the aforementioned lack of attention to detail. While distracting, the voices, presence and lovability of Gevaart and Leupold still manage to bring all the attention back to where it belongs. CV

On stage

WHAT: “The Last Five Years”

WHERE: Lakeland Civic Theatre, 7700 Clocktower Drive, Kirkland

WHEN: Through Oct. 2

TICKETS: $7 – $15, call 440-525-7134 or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow him at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Sept. 23, 2016.

Lead image: Jason Leupold and Neely Gevaart. PHOTO | Kathy Sandham

Lindsey Mitchell, from left, Matthew Wright and Calista Zajac. PHOTO | Kathy Sanham

Beck Center for the Art’s ‘Ruthless!’ goes for broke, pays huge dividends

By Bob Abelman

One can only imagine the dead silence in the room when lyricist Joel Paley and composer Marvin Laird pitched their idea for “Ruthless!” to off-Broadway investors back in 1992.

It probably matched the silence that engulfed the Beck Center for the Arts’ boardroom when artistic director Scott Spence pitched this show for the main stage season opener.

“Ruthless!” is an outrageously campy, thoroughly self-aware musical comedy mash-up of late-1950s and early-1960s psychological thriller films that simultaneously pokes fun at its muses.

The show revolves around a precocious song-and-dance sociopath named Tina Denmark, played to perfection by 11-year-old triple threat Calista Zajac, who knocks off a rival in her grade-school play in order to land the lead role. Like her character’s inspiration – the similarly named Rhoda Penmark in the film “The Bad Seed” – young Zajac’s feigned syrupy sweetness seamlessly transitions into the death stare of a natural born killer.

If you ever wondered what ever happened to Baby Jane in the film about a deranged former child actress played by Betty Davis, well, here’s the backstory.

The show also borrows from “Gypsy,” where consummate stage mother Rose – played on Broadway by the likes of Patti LuPone, Bernadette Peters, and originally, Ethel Merman – introduces her daughters to the hardships of show business.

In “Ruthless!” Tina’s vacant-eyed, homemaker mom Judy – portrayed by silver-throated and downright hilarious Lindsey Mitchell – turns diva and distant when she learns from her mother that she was adopted and (in another nod to “The Bad Seed”) that her birth parents were show business legends.

What may well have sold this show to the Beck Center’s board of directors is director William Roudebush’s promise to go for broke regarding this musical’s camp quotient, which he delivers in spades and most distinctively in his casting of Sylvia St. Croix, the talent agent/publicist who takes young Tina under her wing.

Armed with Davis’s formidability, adorned in makeup applied with a spatula by Baby Jane’s cosmetologist, and imbued with Patti LuPone’s extraordinary sense of self is the classically trained actor Matthew Wright in drag, who steals the show.

Not an easy task considering the other talent that rounds out the ensemble and their displays of impeccable comic timing.

Paying homage to Ethel Merman is the wonderful Carla Petroski as Judy’s mom, Lita Encore, who is a caustic theater critic that once caused famous actress Ruth DelMarco to kill herself after a particularly negative review, leaving the Great White Way forever … ruthless. Even if the show’s thinly camouflaged show biz in-jokes go underappreciated or unrecognized, the more subtle ones – like Encore’s clever signature song “I Hate Musicals,” which comes with an encore – most certainly will not.

Kate Leigh Michalski is a delight as the boozy and bitter Miss Thorn, who is a failed actress that has reluctantly fallen back on teaching third-grade drama. Her “Teaching Third Grade” number is sidesplitting. Also delightful is Brittni Shambaugh Addison as the envious and backstabbing personal aide to the now-famous Judy Denmark.

All this is accentuated by Eisenhower-era scenic design by Aaron Benson, resulting in a stylized playhouse of a home for the Denmarks in Act 1 and its posh New York apartment equivalent in Act 2. Like-minded costuming is designed by Aimee Kluiber and lighting that quickly shifts from ambient to melodramatic to sinister and back again comes courtesy of Marcus Dana.

The one disappointment in this otherwise spectacular production is that it is accompanied by piano only, under Larry Goodpaster’s direction, rather than a full orchestra. This offers thin support to the songs and their singers. Worse, it flies in face of Roudebush’s “go big or go home” mantra and occasionally undermines the key ingredient that lifts silly to a higher art form.

Fortunately, there is enough outrageousness in this show and these performances to go around. CV

On stage

WHAT: “Ruthless!”

WHERE: Beck Center for the Arts, 17801 Detroit Ave., Lakewood

WHEN: Through Oct. 16

TICKETS & INFO: $12-$31, call 216-521-2540 or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow him at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Sept. 23, 2016.

Lead image: Lindsey Mitchell, from left, Matthew Wright and Calista Zajac. PHOTO | Kathy Sanham

Photo | Steve Wagner Photography

Dobama’s ‘The Mystery of Love & Sex’ found wanting

By Bob Abelman

Black/white. Jewish/Christian. Gay/straight. Single/divorced. Yankee/southerner.  Daughter/son.

These ties that divide are the stuff of Bathsheba Doran’s comedy/drama “The Mystery of Love & Sex,” which received its world premiere production at Lincoln Center in 2015 and serves as Dobama Theatre’s season opener under Shannon Sindelar’s direction.

The play revolves around two lifelong best friends whose love and sex lives are being re-evaluated now that they are 21 years old and contemplating the future. Complicating matters is the reality that Charlotte is white, Jewish and may be gay, while Jonny is black, Baptist and a virgin.

Add to the equation Charlotte’s parents – Howard, an author of detective fiction and an aggressive, self-centered New Yorker, and Lucinda, a Southern belle and lapsed Catholic – whose conflicting world views, clashing parenting styles and troubled marriage complicate matters even further.

This is familiar familial territory for Doran, whose modern-day dramedy “Kin” – which played at Dobama in 2014 – similarly explored the intimate relationships of its characters in order to unlock the mystery of who they really are. The playwright is fond of reminding us that we all have emotional baggage and is skilled at revealing, through clever dialogue and rich characters, their interesting points of origin.

But while “Kin,” also directed by Sindelar, accomplished this by employing 20 short, fast-moving and mostly two-person scenes, “Mystery of Love & Sex’s” four-person cast labors harder, in half as many scenes, and is less successful.

The reason is that each actor seems to be performing in a fundamentally different play rather than finding what it takes to blend into this one.

As Charlotte’s obnoxiously controlling dad, the wonderful Scott Miller appears to have pulled his character from something written by Neil Simon and produced by Mel Brooks. His comparatively broad emotional and physical overreactions – while very funny and quite endearing to this expatriate New Yorker – would be more so if they better complemented the character choices and acting styles of the others who share the stage.

Heather Anderson Boll as the sardonic Southern-bred mother, for instance, is busy performing in a Tennessee Williams’ play. She is wonderful in it but the dramatic edge and self-aware introspection she offers seem out of place here, particularly since the playwright gives Lucinda the most comedic one-liners and the responsibility of articulating her rather mystical outlook on life’s mysteries.

And Wesley Allen, as Charlotte’s childhood neighbor and earnest best friend, has yet to find his play. He is searching – for defining character traits, for vocal inflection, for his lines – for much of the production. Jonny’s intimate relationship with Charlotte, his tender relationship with Lucinda and his complicated relationship with Howard are undermined as a result.

Only Tess Burgler as the troubled Charlotte finds the authenticity desired by the playwright and written into the very fabric of the script, which calls attention to just how much she stands alone in this regard.

Each scene – which, collectively, span five years in the lives of these characters and unfold in designer Jill Davis and Marcus Dana’s sparingly built and beautifully lit dorm room, family living room set and backyard – is detailed and unhurried. Only Burgler finds the right tempo while Miller rushes, Boll meditates and Allen meanders.  And she appears to be working too hard to lead her cast mates to that elusive common ground.

Not working hard enough is sound designer Cyrus O. Taylor, whose musical segues between scenes enter and end abruptly for no clear reason.

There are certainly moments in this production where everything clicks. When the tense and rhythmically-challenged Charlotte tries to unwind and dance with the similarly hampered Jonny, the result is absolutely charming.  So are the two isolated incidencts of nudity, the first intended for and achieving dramatic effect and the second bravely and very effectively going for the laugh.

There are beautifully tender moments as well, between Howard and Lucinda when he delivers a wedding dress for Charlotte and between mother and daughter throughout the production.

There’s also a sweet 11th-hour cameo appearance by long-time character actor Donald Krosin as Howard’s father.

But one of the mysteries of “The Mystery of Love & Sex” should not be why this Dobama production does not have more moments like these.

On Stage

WHAT:  “The Mystery of Love & Sex”

WHERE:  Dobama Theatre, 2340 Lee Rd., Cleveland Hts.

WHEN:  Through Oct. 2

TICKETS & INFO:  $10 – $32.  Call 216-932-3396 or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow him at

 Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Sept. 4, 2016.

Lead image: Heather Anderson Boll (Lucinda), from left, Scott Miller (Howard), Tess Burgler (Charlotte), and Wesley Allen (Jonny). Photo | Steve Wagner Photography

Leah Smith as Chloe and John Busser as Rob. PHOTO | Cory Molner

convergence-continuum’s ‘Selfies at the Clown Motel’ an intriguing but two-dimensional portrait

By Bob Abelman

Evocative but empty.

This describes the abandoned pair of oversized, fire engine, red clown shoes laying in the middle of the convergence-continuum performance space, as well as the world premiere production of local playwright Christopher Johnston’s “Selfies at the Clown Motel” taking place around them.

Disheartened, despondent, middle-aged Rob (John Busser) has left his unfulfilling marriage and unsatisfactory job to move in with a young circus clown named Chloe (Leah Smith), who walks the high wire without a net and owns the shoes. Their place of temporary residence — and the play’s only locale — is an unairconditioned room at a sleazy, clown-themed motel in the Nevada desert, which is managed by the unstable Agnes (Lauri Hammer) and her socially-awkward man-child son Skar (Jack Matuszewski).

The play begins where the story ends — with Rob’s death while making love to Chloe — and steadily regresses to the moment when Rob is about to meet up with Chloe in the Clown Motel’s empty parking lot, which is where the story begins and the play ends.

Imagine Harold Pinter’s “Betrayal,” as staged by Sam Shepard and performed in rainbow wigs.

Not much happens in the 18 short scenes that take place between those two plot points, save for some piecemeal illumination of Rob and Chloe’s backstories and a series of random, on-stage selfies that are projected onto a billboard located in the motel parking lot.

Minor set changes are performed by a menacing, fiendishly masked clown cleaning crew (Hammer, Matuszewski and Gideon-Patrick Lorete), who are guaranteed to freak out anyone with the slightest leanings toward coulrophobia.

There’s also an ill-timed intermission that does not appear in the original script and unnecessarily disrupts the storytelling.

Most of the play’s acerbic dialogue serves to define its characters and set the disturbing tone for the play, but it does not propel the backward-thinking storyline forward with any sense of purpose or urgency.

Every now and again, however, characters stop to reflect on an important or particularly troubling moment in their respective lives. When these moments occur, Johnson’s prose reads like lilting poetry, the acting is absolutely hypnotic, and Clyde Simon’s direction — complete with Beau Reinker’s thematic soundtracks, Tom Kondilas’ projections and Cory Molner’s dramatic lighting — hits on all cylinders.

Chloe dreamily narrates a recurring, haunting tightrope walking nightmare, which Smith enacts with remarkable physical and emotional dexterity.

The predatory Skar — which Matuszewski serves up as a fully formed freak show, complete with stalker eyes, a disturbingly halting cadence, and no sense of personal space — sadistically unveils the details of his bizarre relationship with Chloe.

Rob romantically recounts a lonely late-night road trip through the moonlit Mojave Desert, which Busser beautifully embellishes.

But these monologues are too few to offset the more monotonous moments in the production, which are often delivered by Hammer’s comparatively undeveloped and underplayed Agnes.

And had Simon turned the cleaning crew’s pedestrian set-changing buffoonery into more menacing and masterful clowning, the creepy payoff — the one that taps what many people fear more than cyber-terrorism, bio-warfare and public speaking — would have paid dividends.

One of them would have been making the abandoned red clown shoes spied at the top of the production seem a little less empty upon its conclusion. CV

On stage

WHAT: “Selfies at the Clown Motel”

WHERE: convergence-continuum’s Liminis Theatre, 2438 Scranton Road, Cleveland

WHEN: Through Sept. 17

TICKETS & INFO: $10 – $15. Visit or call 216-687-0074.

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow him at

 Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Sept. 9, 2016.

LEAD PHOTO: Leah Smith as Chloe and John Busser as Rob. PHOTO | Cory Molner

Doug Kusak as Sir Roderick, left, and John Polk as the Steward. PHOTO | Bob Perksoski

Mamaí Theatre Company resurrects, reanimates lost lampoon, ‘The Woman-Hater’

By Bob Abelman

Not long ago, the remains of Shakespeare’s Curtain Theatre — built in 1577 and the site where “Henry V” and “Romeo and Juliet” were first performed — were discovered beneath a graveled yard in congested east London.

Although to passersby they were just a bunch of bricks and decaying wood foundation walls, to experts from the Museum of London Archaeology the remains “clear away the miserable piles of Victoriana and Empire, revealing the wild, anarchic and joyous London lurking beneath.”

Like-minded though less expressive enthusiasm surrounded the rediscovery of the play, “The Woman Hater,” a long-forgotten and never-performed satire written between 1796 and 1801 by Frances Burney, an influential novelist but comparatively inconsequential and infrequent playwright.

The play resurfaced in 1945 when the New York Public Library acquired a collection of Burney’s novels, letters and plays. The work was published for the first time in 1995, received its first production in Montreal in 2003, and is currently on stage at Mamaí.

Theater historians have called “The Woman Hater” the “missing link between Richard Brinsley Sheridan and Oscar Wilde” — a satirical indictment of the excesses of privileged men and women that puts on display Burney’s wily and insightful protofeminism, which fits nicely into Mamaí’s artistic wheelhouse and mission statement.

To casual observers, however, the play is pretty much a period piece that bears all the hallmarks of its time: lengthy, long-winded and laden with identities that are mistaken, social pretensions that are exposed, and a happy ending that is as hard-earned as it is abrupt upon arrival.

And the play, as do others from that era, requires the audience to pay close attention from the get-go, for it opens with an abundance of exposition intended to launch the intrinsically connected sub-plots that have been in the making 17 years before the curtain rises.

We learn that Sir Roderick and his sister Eleonora were set to marry another pair of siblings, the Wilmots. Just before their wedding, Sir Roderick was abandoned by his fiancée who then married Lord Smatter. And despite Sir Roderick’s vows to disinherit his sister if she followed through with her own marriage to Wilmot, she did, and the couple fled to the West Indies.

As the play begins, we are introduced to the titular hero, the jilted Sir Roderick (Doug Kusak). He has become a curmudgeon and a fanatical misogynist, who lives to denounce women and verbally abuse his steward Stevens (John Polk) and the other servants (Dylan Freeman and Gus Mahoney).

He shares his home with an heir, the young Jack Waverley (Evan Thompson), but promises to disinherit Jack and toss out his sycophantic father (Michael Regnier) if they detour from devout bachelorhood. Of course, Jack is a bundle of raging hormones and incapable of controlling himself.

Sir Roderick’s former fiancée, Lady Smatter (Carrie Williams), is once again single and has turned into a voracious reader with a tendency to misquote from novels and plays, driving her maid (Marcia Mandell) and everyone else crazy.

And Eleonora (Rachel Lee Kolis), having left her jealous husband Wilmot (TJ Gainley) years ago, has returned to the English countryside with their daughter Sophia (Natalie Welch) and a maid (Shannon Sharkey).

Wilmot has also returned to find and apologize to Eleonora, though he too has a young girl (Meg Martinez) and her nurse (Khaki Hermann) in tow, whom he believes to be his daughter.

Both girls seek out Sir Roderick for financial support, though one of them mistakes Old Waverley for her uncle.

For nearly three hours, 18th century insanity ensues as Sir Roderick steams when confronted by females, Lady Smatter misquotes, young Jack Waverley seduces, Old Waverley is befuddled, and Wilmot theatrically laments. And we are introduced to Bob (Nate Miller), the idiot nephew of the steward Stevens.

Under Christine McBurney’s stalwart direction, all this makes absolute sense and unfolds with remarkable dexterity, speed and humor. In fact, “The Woman Hater” is thoroughly entertaining. Expedient and interesting scene changes on an all-purpose, period-appropriate set designed by Don McBride, accompanied by period-appropriate segue music designed by Richard Ingraham and adorned with Angelina Herin’s costuming, help hold our attention.

The entire ensemble delights in the satirically melodramatic dialogue the players are handed and create rich, relatable characters that at first appear preposterous and foreign, but quickly grow on you. The featured players — particularly Kusak, Gainley, Regnier, Kolis and Williams — are remarkably adept at speed-reading as well as stage presence, while Polk, Welch and Martinez are absolutely charming.

The excavation of Shakespeare’s Curtain Theatre may have revealed the wild, anarchic and joyous London lurking beneath it, but Mamaí’s resurrection of Frances Burney’s “The Woman Hater” has given it voice. CV

On stage

WHAT: “The Woman Hater”

WHERE: Cleveland Masonic Performing Arts Center, 3615 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Sept. 4

TICKETS & INFO: $15-$22. Call 216-382-5146 or visit

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Sept. 2, 2016.

LEAD PHOTO: Doug Kusak as Sir Roderick, left, and John Polk as the Steward. PHOTO | Bob Perksoski

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Playwright Local’s ‘Objectively/Reasonable’ hits home in recalling 2014 deadly shooting of Tamir Rice

By Bob Abelman

Dontre Hamilton. Eric Garner. Ezell Ford. Akai Gurley. Michael Brown Jr.

Do you recognize these names? If not, you’ve stumbled onto the reason behind “Objectively/Reasonable,” a dramatic work receiving its world premiere at Playwrights Local.

These names represent just a few of the unarmed black men in America recently killed by white police officers. “Objectively/Reasonable” serves to call attention to these deaths and the Black Lives Matter movement by drawing focus to Cleveland and the fatal 2014 shooting of 12-year-old Tamir Rice.

Tamir became a sad statistic on a cold November afternoon under the gazebo of Cudell Recreation Center and will be forever linked to the phrase “objectively reasonable,” which has become the legal standard for justifiable force in local law enforcement. But will the things that made him unique and will the truly tragic circumstances of his demise be remembered?

Like Bruce Springsteen’s “American Skin (41 Shots)” — a song about the 1999 New York police shooting death of Guinean immigrant Amadou Diallo — this play serves to keep Tamir in our thoughts.

And like Abel Meeropol’s “Strange Fruit” — a song most famously performed by Billie Holiday that was inspired by the 1930 mob lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith in Marion, Ind. — this play keeps the topic of racism in America a part of the national conversation.

Unlike these and other related works, however, “Objectively/Reasonable” is devised from actual reactions to and opinions about the shooting by anonymous neighbors, friends and community leaders. These have been compiled and turned into dramatic monologues by local playwrights David Todd, Mike Geither, Tom Hayes, Lisa Langford and Michael Oatman.

These slice-of-life monologues are strung together to form a narrative of the Tamir Rice tragedy and come in varying shades of anger and disillusionment that do not shy away from ardent social commentary. Under Terrence Spivey’s direction, they pulsate with purpose and artistic integrity.

Each monologue is delivered by one of 10 actors on a simple, dramatically lit platform stage designed by Margaret Peebles, while the other actors are frozen in tableau or engaged in theatrically exaggerated activity that offers context for the commentary and visual framing for the performance. A series of projected photographs, designed by A. Harris Brown, appear on a small screen to the right of the stage that helps establish a sense of time and place for each vignette.

The performers — Ashley Aquilla, Kaila Benford, India Burton, Samone Cummings, Ananias Dixon, Kali Hatten, Jameka Terri, Lashawn Little, Brenton Lyles and Nathan Tolliver — are fully engaged and very engaging, though some stumbling over lines on opening night managed to expose the fine-line artifice associated with a play dependent on turning transcripts into live theater.

For the most part, however, the realism that results from the transcribed nature of this play enhances the power of the words being spoken. This is particularly evident in the play’s final vignette, where the wonderful Ashley Aquilla delivers the tender and heartbreaking remembrances of Tamir Rice’s mother, Samaria.

But the play is occasionally hamstrung by this quality as well. Despite the playwrights’ intervention and invention, some monologues reflect the verbatim verbosity of their sources and brutal honesty is occasionally paired with a lack of theatrical eloquence. And, by clocking in at 90 minutes, the play is often repetitive and tends to drive home a point by driving it into the ground.

Despite its warts, a great good emerges from this production. The story of Tamir Rice’s life, the tragedy of his death, and what they say about the state of the union will survive, while the names of other victims and the gazebo at Cudell Recreation Center will sadly fade from memory. CV

On stage:

WHAT: “Objectively/Reasonable”

WHERE: Waterloo Arts, 397 E. 156th St., Cleveland

WHEN: Through Sept. 4

TICKETS & INFO: $10-$15. Call 216-302-8856 or go to

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on Aug. 19, 2016.

LEAD PHOTO: Ashley Aquilla as Samaria Rice. PHOTO | Tom Kondilas

Heather Anderson Boll as Mrs. Erlynne, from left, Rachel Lee Kolis as Lady Windermere, Chris Ross as Lord Windermere. PHOTO | Bob Perkoski

Girls gone Wilde best part of Mamaí Theatre’s ‘Lady Windermere’s Fan’

By Bob Abelman

Men are immoral cowards and incorrigible fools and, though they become old, they never become good.

So says playwright Oscar Wilde in his 1892 high-society comedy, “Lady Windermere’s Fan,” and he reinforces his position by offering his male characters the wittiest self-incriminating one-liners (“Good heavens! How marriage ruins a man! It’s as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.”) and most emasculating dialogue.

It’s the women in this play — who, while privileged and well-positioned, live restricted and unsatisfying Victorian-era lives — take the moral high ground. And a few are supplied with Wilde’s most poignant, empowering soliloquies and pointed social commentary.

“Lady Windermere’s Fan,” staged by Mamaí Theatre under Bernadette Clemens’ direction, revolves around the virtuous and recently wed young Lady Windermere (Rachel Lee Kolis). After the gossip-mongering Duchess of Berwick (Laura Starnik) fuels rumors about Lord Windermere’s (Chris Ross) intentions toward the mysterious newcomer, Mrs. Erlynne (Heather Anderson Boll), Lady Windermere considers having an affair of her own with the charming Lord Darlington (Nate Miller).

She is rescued from this lapse of good judgment by none other than her suspected rival, which unfolds with as much melodrama as the unveiling of the reasons behind Mrs. Erlynne’s uncharacteristic act of heroism and unprecedented self-sacrifice.

All the men in this production are played with broad-based buffoonery befitting a Wilde satire, doing so with ease and an air of authenticity.

This is most effectively showcased in the third of the play’s four acts, when Lord Darlington returns home at 2 a.m. after a long evening at the club, along with Lord Windermere, the lovable and love-sick Lord Augustus (Robert Hawkes), the dispassionate Mr. Dumby (Stuart Hoffman), and the flamboyant Cecil Graham (Patrick Mooney).

The gentlemen engage in a delightfully drunken discussion of the differences between wicked and good women. Their exchange is as insightful regarding the sexual hypocrisies of the time — when England was experiencing the crumbling of the most formidable conventions and firmest convictions — as it is well-timed and very funny.

But Mamaí’s greatest strength is its ability to assemble an ensemble of remarkable female performers, and it has certainly done so in this production. In particular, Kolis allows us to see through Lady Windermere’s relentless puritanism and find someone we can relate to. The same is true for Anderson Boll’s Mrs. Erlynne, whose winsome and wonderfully manipulative flirtation gives way to a good heart as admirable today as it was back in the day.

Where this production falters is in its inability to portray a high society where style, we are told repeatedly, means more than sincerity.

Budgetary constraints seem to curtail creative decisions, so the same proscenium archway with three entrances designed by Don McBride and lit by Robert Peck serves as every location in the play save for adjustments in the color of the drapes that hang from each entrance, rearrangements in the limited, non-period furnishings, and the insertion or removal of a fireplace. Although Suzy Q. Campbell’s period costumes are stunning, this is not quite the highly stylized opulence one expects in a Wilde play.

And while it is not at all difficult to find contemporary relevance in Wilde’s words, torch songs by Joan Baez are inserted into set changes that are as out of place as they are unnecessary.

Late in the play, Mr. Dumby suggests that, “In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” Both tragedies are in evidence in this otherwise lovely production of Wilde’s comedy. CV

On stage

WHAT: “Lady Windermere’s Fan”

WHERE: Cleveland Masonic Auditorium, 3615 Euclid Ave., Cleveland

WHEN: Through July 31

TICKETS & INFO: $15-$22. Go to or call 216-382-5146

Bob Abelman covers theater and cultural arts for the Cleveland Jewish News. Follow Bob at

Originally published in the Cleveland Jewish News on July 19, 2016.

Lead image: Heather Anderson Boll as Mrs. Erlynne, from left, Rachel Lee Kolis as Lady Windermere, Chris Ross as Lord Windermere. PHOTO | Bob Perkoski