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Monday, January 9, 2012

Culture Ireland and the APAP: On a Clear Day, You Can See Forever



Hanora and Noel Kilkenny, Consul General of New York, once again played the gracious hosts yesterday in welcoming the Culture Ireland's contigent to the APAP - the Association for the Performing Arts Presenters Conference, here in NYC from Jan. 5-9. More than 30 delegates from Ireland representing all art forms attended the annual conference. Many more than 30 perched high above the East River in the Consulate's peregrine-like abode (see above.)



Some of the bright notables in attendance at the gathering: Garry Hynes from Druid preparing for the anticipated  DruidMurphy (above) here in NYC in July at Lincoln Center, Charlotte Moore and Ciaran O'Reilly from the Irish Repertory Theatre, Pauline Turley and Aidan Connelly from the Irish Arts Center, and the members of the supergroup The Gloaming who were on their way to a Webster Hall gig later that night. Playwrights Deirdre Kinahan (Bogboy) and Jimmy Kerr (Ardnaglass on the Air) were also in the crowd, all welcomed by minister Jimmy Deenihan, TD, Minister of Arts, Heritage and the Gaeltacht. It was the first time an Irish Minister appeared at APAP.

Jimmy Kerr told me about his new play, a serious play by what he says, but how he says it, with his notoriously infectious laugh, indicates otherwise. He says his new work is killing him, but that his apartment has never been cleaner, apparently he is avoiding writing in order houseclean. I both avoid writing and housework. I wouldn't know.

George Heslin is beginning plans for the 2012 1st Irish festival - it is a fifth year commemoration and will be the best yet if hard work is any portent. Tom Reing from Philadelphia's Inis Nua came up for the occasion and speaks glowingly of his theatre company's new space. The upcoming Little Gem will be the first production at 1636 Sansom Street (17th and Sansom). I'll be making the trip south in May for their production of The Walworth Farce. Can't wait!

Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Happy Destiny of Inishfree? Again

What does it say about me that I chose to spend the last night of my 40s in a single seat front row of St. Ann's Warehouse, catching Cillian Murphy's end run of Misterman? It means I'm consistent because that's pretty much how I've spent the decade prior. Well, maybe not front row. And not Cillian Murphy. That last bit was a little Parks and Rec "treat yo' self."


Photograph: Pavel Antonov


I firmly believe that every Enda Walsh production should require two tickets per person: one for the present performance and another for a few weeks later, after the play's had a chance to settle in the brain and move around with the same frenetic energy of  Murphy's Thomas Magill. Walsh's plays are such pandemonium that repeated viewings are the only way to truly appreciate his gift.
 
Front row would be a nice requirement for all, but I don't know how practical it would be if everyone at a performance had a front row seat. St. Ann's would require an even more cavernous set, and Cillian would have to do more running in sandals and threadbare socks.
 
Some thoughts from the second time round. If you have a moment, discuss this with me!
  • Can someone get me an early version of this play?!!! The ending is even more problematic with full knowledge of what's coming. And I'd love to know what was added to get from the original 43 minutes running time of this play (see the Irish Echo's original review of 2001 with George Heslin as Thomas) to the current 1 hour 20 minutes? Is there more notebook writing?
  • How long do you think Thomas has lived in the warehouse?  The stage directions call for a set where someone is "trying to live and has lived in for some time."  How can this be in such a small town with Thomas the person he is? And what happened to Mammy?
  • What is the relationship between Mrs. O'Donnell's kind words as evidenced by Thomas' tape early in the play and his reenactment of her angry, tearful accusations?
I'm not trying to poke holes in Walsh's narrative threads. On the contrary, I am celebrating this deconstruction of a playwright's process: "Hello everyone" says Thomas in the very first line of the play. Welcome to his hell.



On a brighter note, I met Tadhg Murphy (above left in a shout down with Karl Shiels in Penelope) last night after the show, he of The Walworth Farce and other plays, some not written by Enda Walsh, like the one he's embarking on next at the Gate: the classic Da by Hugh Leonard.

During our conversation, Mr. Murphy recommended Once. "Brilliant" is what he said actually, and agreed I could quote him. I'm delighted by his positive opinion since I'm on my way there now.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Thomas Magill's Last Tape?

Image credit: Colm Hogan





Dateline: Brooklyn, NY. Samuel Beckett’s Krapp’s Last Tape is downtown, and Enda Walsh’s Misterman is uptown Down Under the Manhattan Bridge. Misterman, a nickname for the comically and seriously disturbed Thomas Magill, has a tape too, and he is reflecting in a different way (and a little more vengefully) than Mr. Beckett’s anti-hero.


Playwright and Dublin native Enda Walsh reminds me of the Venetian composer Antonio Vivaldi. You overhear a Vivaldi concerto and you may not know what song it is (which season is that? winter?) and where it belongs in the canon, but you know it’s his. Like Vivaldi, Walsh has only one theme, but it is one hell of a theme. And when actor Cillian Murphy is the player, as he is in Walsh’s Misterman at St. Ann’s Warehouse, it’s a genius of a theme – the endless, distorted recital of a horrifying personal narrative.

This supposition, the one themed playwright, wouldn’t be unfamiliar to the artist himself if he were confronted with it, at least in terms of Misterman. The dramatist declared the monologue to be “a play that’s had a massive effect on everything I’ve written since 1998″ recently at the Galway Arts Festival where this rebirth of Misterman began. Re-narrative – it is the theme of The Electric Ballroom, The Walworth Farce, and most recently Penelope, to increasing success with each endeavor.

Cillian Murphy is reprising his role from the Galway Theatre Festival, a Landmark Productions and part of Imagine Ireland, and he brings the necessary star power to keep the tortured young man, eternally rehashing the slights and the not so slights from his fellow townspeople of Inishfree (with obvious reference to the W.B. Yeats’ poem of the same name,) from getting lost in the cavernous set of St. Ann’s Warehouse. St. Ann’s, which has been quite nurturing to the Irish dramatist, having brought many of Walsh’s plays to New York to the great delight of the New York Times among others, doesn’t do Misterman a great service here with a set by Jamie Vartan. Extending far beyond the usual set space, the stage stands in for a real warehouse, the abandoned, not the saintly kind, where Thomas is apparently hiding. The set is seemingly a metaphor for Thomas’ mind: rattlingly large and full of junk – some of that clutter quite malicious under superficial guises of religiosity. But this large, complicated set unfortunately severs a connection between character and audience, in a literary way and in a literal manner – sometimes Murphy seemed so far away that he might as well have been in Manhattan.

In the familiar image of a misfit, teased and possibly abused, “the only kitten in a town full of dogs,” Murphy works exceptionally hard to set this story apart from the rest. He races around the large stage, using an elaborate system of tapes and reel-to-reels to kickstart his stories, going so far as to recreate a rainstorm so he can then strip down to his shorts and don a dry suit, much to the delight, I’m sure, of those who came to see the movie star.
Murphy makes this role his own to such an extent that he finds material that is not even there. Not a joke (there are many, this is Enda Walsh after all) goes un-upended, not a cheesecake goes unmolested under the team work of star and playwright/director. I wonder: if the play featured a young man whose eyes weren’t piercing blue, if there weren’t so many bells and whistles in the fantastic sound design by Gregory Clarke, would it still hold up? This is speculation. Cillian Murphy is the Thomas without a doubt. Misterman runs until December 22.

Originally appeared in Diddlyi Magazine (with spelling corrected! Apologies!)

Thursday, December 8, 2011

An Interview with Dr. Molly Ferguson on Martin McDonagh and his Ireland.

I know I owe you the Misterman review from opening night, but I'd like to interrupt this regularly scheduled programming to bring you this terrific interview with Molly Ferguson, the new Professor of English and Women's Studies at Lindsey Wilson College. Molly and I share a love for Irish drama in general and Conor McPherson in the particular.

Dr. Ferguson is an Assistant Professor of English and Women's Studies at Lindsey Wilson College. She completed her PhD in English in May 2010 at the University of Connecticut, with a dissertation about ghost stories in contemporary Irish literature. She has published an essay on Roddy Doyle's short stories in The Canadian Journal of Irish Studies, and has a forthcoming essay on Nuala NiDhomhnaill in Women's Studies: An Inter-Disciplinary Journal. Her ongoing interests include postcolonial literature/theory, gender, trauma and humor in Irish and world literature.
Here are some of the thoughts Molly generously offered during her exam time too!

What generated your interest in Irish drama?

In 1998 I was studying abroad in Galway when I was offered free tickets to a showing of Conor McPherson's "This Lime Tree Bower". It was a stunning monologue-driven performance. When I returned to the States I saw "The Weir" in New York City off-Broadway, and that play was even more compelling and emotionally charged. After that, I sought to read plays by McPherson, Martin McDonagh, and Marina Carr, and became enthralled with the work contemporary dramatists were doing. My dissertation in graduate school emerged from the contrast I perceived between the abundance of the Celtic Tiger era and the dark work of Ireland's dramatists at the time.

Speaking of Martin McDonagh, so much of Irish drama takes place in the West of Ireland. Why do you think this is?


The West has been a source of imagination and mythology that has been foundational for the work of seminal authors like W.B. Yeats and John Millington Synge, who have influenced later generations of artists. One reason for this is that the rural West has retained a distinctive cultural identity, partially due to the presence of Gaeltachts (Irish-speaking enclaves). The region has produced complex responses by artists. Synge viewed the West as haunting, yet primitive on his visit to the Aran Islands, and Joyce's character Gretta in "The Dead" is representative of a peasant woman in touch with an elemental Irish identity. A potentially negative outcome has been a tendency to fix the West as an unchanged pastoral landscape, a view that has been exploded by recent artists.

McDonagh is described as one of the most skilled and brilliant creators of theatrical pot-boilers”and the Leenane trilogy “undoubtedly one of the great events of the contemporary Irish theatre." Do you think this is warranted?

I think the Leenane trilogy tapped into a strong desire to deconstruct the mythology of the West, as well as to take stock of Irish identity in a time of rapid change. It was the right set of plays at the right time, because it managed to thoroughly entertain audiences both within and outside of Ireland, while voicing the kinds of questions circulating Ireland about progress, urbanization and secularization. McDonagh's mastery of black comedy is tremendous, and he manages to create pathos in plays in which none of the characters are particularly sympathetic. McDonagh establishes the presence of death as a part of everyday life in rural Ireland and the hopelessness of the characters who feel left out of the economic party of the Celtic Tiger. I see much of that feeling folded into his film work, as well.

What, if any, macabre innovation do you see in McDonagh's work?

The Pillowman - On one hand, the play incorporates folk tradition, storytelling, and fairy tales as might be expected of an Irish playwright, yet McDonagh's play is horrifying, frightening and absurd in its depiction of child abuse and state terror mechanisms. This makes the play disturbingly modern and displaces it from the Ireland of the Leenane plays into a state that could exist anywhere in the global world. The title character, the goofy bogeyman made entirely out of pink pillows who comes to little children to convince them to commit suicide to avoid the horrible lives they are destined for, embodies both the soft comfort and smothering capabilities of the pillow. Every time an audience member might feel like he/she is watching something recognizable, the playwright includes a twist that radically challenges tradition, like re-writing the "Pied Piper" tale to make the Piper a child-murderer or staging a child's re-enactment of a crucifixion.

The Pillowman, my favorite of McDonagh's plays, is certainly cruel (and I wonder what that says about me). Do you think his plays in general reached a new level of violence?

I wouldn't say that McDonagh's plays are more cruel or violent than previous Irish drama, but the intentionality behind the violence in a McDonagh play is what makes it "a new level," as you stated. In his drama, the people who commit violence are often sadistic and ferocious in their motivations behind the violence, and the type of violence depicted is more horrifying. I'm thinking, for example, of the vast difference between Sean O'Casey's political violence (gunshots and death scenes) in The Plough and the Stars compared to a little girl re-enacting Jesus' crucifixion, dumb-show style, in The Pillowman. McDonagh ups the ante emotionally every chance he gets, by depicting violence that is deeply disturbing to our sense of justice. Even more significant is that violent acts in his plays are often absurd, lending a smirk of irreverent humor to the acts themselves. (I haven't read or seen A Behanding in Spokane, but I imagine it contains that irreverance.) So a straightforward killing or wounding onstage in another Irish play may be considered plot-driven, but McDonagh's violence can seem gratuitous for some audiences because he's laughing about it.

There's been plenty of academic discussion about the debt McDonagh owes to Synge. What do you think?
I definitely agree that both Synge's and McDonagh's characters undermine and even subvert the "noble peasant" trope. This subversion has gotten both of them in trouble - much of the anger behind the Playboy riots, for example, was over a rural girl like Pegeen going outside the expected role and seeking sexual fulfillment by "besporting" with Christy. Interestingly, it's Synge's women who often lead the way in rejecting "noble peasant" status, like Pegeen, the Widow Quin and Nora Burke in In the Shadow of the Glen. Critiques of McDonagh's subversion of the rural Irish stereotype has seemed to originate in his not being considered "Irish enough" to manipulate those recognizable cultural figures. (Kind of the mentality that "I can make fun of my brother, but you'd better not!") At the time of the Leenane trilogy, the stereotype had already been dispelled by other writers and it's more like a reference point for audiences that he can work from.

Thank you, Dr. Molly!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Last Round for Kid Shamrock

Some day I'll have to tell you the story of visiting Bert Sugar in his office....a table at a midtown Manhattan bar...but till then, reminding you that Kid Shamrock closes tomorrw will have to do. Here is more info from the press release:

KID SHAMROCK returns with an exclusive run of 10 performances at the TADA Theater from Friday, November 25 to Sunday, December 4. The two Sunday performances will be matinees performed at 3:00 P. M. The heart-wrenching and inspiring true story of middleweight contender "Irish" Bobby Cassidy will be directed by former WBO heavyweight champion of the world, Michael Bentt.
"KID SHAMROCK rocks, rolls and provides a raw slice of what we think it is to be a fighter," said Bentt. "A fighter intuits that after every congratulatory pat on the back, (literal or metaphorical) a shot, or a punch delivered from the blind side awaits. It's the nature of the game and the nature of life; It takes maniacal and monumental courage to endure and get up every morning, which is why the storytelling in KID SHAMROCK is truly transcending."
Examining the depths of a fighter's soul and celebrating the proud tradition of the sweet science, KID SHAMROCK provides a rare glimpse into the mindset of the fighter. And providing that glimpse are fighters themselves. The cast is replete with former boxers, including John Duddy, Seamus McDonagh, Wayne Kelly, Mark McPherson and Cassidy himself.

The production is very pleased to announce that among the new cast members is former two-time world welterweight champion and Olympic gold medalist Mark Breland. No stranger to acting, Mark has numerous credits, including Lords of Discipline, Summer of Sam, and He Got Game.

"These fighters have shown a tremendous amount of heart inside the ring," said executive producer David Schuster. "Guess what? They display the same heart and courage on the stage. The fighters, the actors, they lay it on the line every night."

The cast is anchored by veteran actor Vinny Vella (The Sopranos, Casino), the show-stealing Patrick Joseph Connolly and the explosive Nick Roman.

Each performance provides a message of perseverance and hope. As such, the cast and crew of KID SHAMROCK would like to extend a sincere thank you to Maxim Group LLC for sponsoring an evening in which tickets will be given away exclusively to teenage fighters from boxing gyms in the New York area. We applaud Maxim Group's desire to expose young men and women to such important life lessons played out on the stage.

The TADA Theater is located at 15 West 28th Street, between Broadway and Fifth Avenue, Manhattan.

The theater is handicapped accessible.

Tickets: $40.

For tickets online: http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/208529.

For tickets by phone call: 1-800-838-3006 in the U.S, in the UK call 0800 411 8881, in Europe and the rest of the world call +44 122 444 3375.

For more information: Kidshamrockplay@gmail.com or call Gary D. Morgan 646-772-8704.

Done in by the Dane - Pan Pan in NYC




I haven't had a chance to update this blog, I've been so busy actually doing rather than brooding.

Here is a review (a pan?) of Pan Pan from their November production at Skirball. The article originally appeared in Diddlyi Magazine

The twitter version? Flashes of brilliance but not enough. Beckett as a crutch rather than a lens.

That's even shorter than twitter - witter?

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Beckett Ad Majorem And Other Ways 2011 Ends With a Bang and Not a Whimper.

Does 2011 end then with the cruelest month? There is so much happening in NYC this December that a theatre lover couldn't possibly get to see all of what is offered.

Consider:

BAM is Beckett Ad Majorem soon with John Hurt appearing in the Gate Theatre's Krapp's Last Tape Dec. 6-18.



Cillian Murphy (above), subject of a profile in today's NYTimes, is warming up for his return engagement to Enda Walsh's Misterman, a big success at the Galway Theatre Festival and now to open at St. Ann's. It's the Cork native's American stage debut. Will I see you there on Sunday's opening night?!

As previously reported here, Gabrield Bryne begins directing James X over at 45 Bleecker, Dec. 6-18, a Culture Project in conjunction with Imagine Ireland.

Over at the Irish Rep, Dancing at Lughnasa has been extended until January 15th.

Not content with a cool 'hood in Brooklyn, Enda Walsh set up a spot in the East Village as well. He has written the book for Once, a musical based upon the little movie that could, now at the New York Theatre Workshop.

We could also catch C. S. Lewis in Freud's Last Session and his best known work in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe as a children's play at the St. Luke's and then there truly would be visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads.

God bless us, everyone.