Tuesday, July 5, 2016

All the Best Killers are Librarians – by Bob DeRosa

L - R Mike Mahaffey, Jennifer C. DeRosa, Monica Greene, Pete Caslavka, Lauren Van Kurin, Eric Giancoli, Carrie Keranen - Photos Blake Gardner

By Joe Straw

“…and two, you dropped a 150 grand on a f*nkin’ education you could have got for a dollar fifty in late charges at a public library.” – Will in Good Will Hunting

In her mind, her story had the appearance of being preposterous.  She couldn’t believe it herself.  The questioner’s inquiries to the questioned, under the bright spotlight, received responses that were hardly acceptable.  Still, she had to be interrogated.

She was presumed to be the assassin, this librarian, and now was the time for answers.  But, in order to get to the now we must go back to the beginning.  

The Establishment presents All the Best Killers are Librarians by Bob DeRosa, directed by Alicia Conway Rock, and produced by Jennifer C. DeRosa at The Sacred Fools Theatre in Hollywood, California as part of The Hollywood Fringe Friday July 1, 2015.

Margo (Lauren Van Kurin), a librarian, didn’t like working in the library.  It was better for her to stay in the back reading everything she could get her hands on.  Moving the books from the shelves required a lot of heavy lifting, and reading.  And placing the books back onto the shelves was a glute and quadriceps-tical experience - a little physical and disconcerting all in one fell exertion. Also, there was the mind over matter thing - reading, exercising the eyes and moving fingers like an Evelyn Wood speed-reader providing her with the learned fundamentals of whatever fundamentals she required in her next unknown big job.   

But there was this pesky head librarian, Eleanor (Jennifer C. DeRosa), with a strong north eastern accent, New Yawk, who was always on her about doing her job, collecting late fees, and working with ugly patrons of the library who, truth be said, were not the cleanest lot of a civilized society. Bottom line – Eleanor didn’t like it either.  

And because Eleanor was the head librarian she got more money than Margo, a dollar and some change more, ergo, she was the supervisor, and bossy too. Eleanor was the manager, and Margo was the complaining worker.

One is not completely sure how Lancaster (Eric Giancoli) knew Margo had the stuff.  I mean, how could he tell that she was a killer, and had the capacity?  It was probably a matter of his historical perspective.  One would imagine that Lancaster knew a killer librarian when he saw one and Margo looked like one, what with her arms, her legs, the killer stockings with the black stripes, and the way she blew at her tasseled hair when it fell onto her face - killer!   

So, Lancaster approached Margo, casually in the library, and said, ever so non-discreetly, that there were a couple of hired killers, behind her, staring blankly at the books.  And they were coming to get her.

Lancaster said that Margo needed to kill them before they killed her. There was no way out.

l - R Pete Caslavka, Lauren Van Kurin, Mike Mahaffey

Margo, in the most discreet way possible, flipped out. Seeing two assassins coming for her she prepared herself for the inevitable death – hers - either way it was going to be a tourbillion of physical activity for the next few moments.

And they came, the knives flew, and Margo was the last one standing.

Lancaster, the supposed genius of the bunch, and the leader of The Establishment, now convinces Margo to come to training camp and work out with people who have the capacity to take her out in a flash – kill her.  After a few setbacks Margo realizes there’s a lot of learning to be done.

“You kill when you are in mortal danger.” – Lancaster

“I want to build libraries.” Margo  

Margo wants to quit but instead is lifted onto a C-130 airplane, parachute attached.  This is something she’s not too thrill with, as she jumps into enemy territory and quickly dispatches three terrorists.  There, to clean up the bodies, is Henry (Pete Caslavka) with a gallon of acid to get rid of the fallen figures.  

Maybe it was the fumes from the acid, the chemical imbalance that affected their brains, but Henry and Margo suddenly fall madly in love even before they put on their gas masks.  

Pete Caslavka, Lauren Van Kurin

Meanwhile, off in a secure site, Lancaster believes that Margo is in love with him.  Who could resist someone as wonderful as him, but Margo has other ideas, she wants to leave her job to become a librarian, which eventually gets her into a lot of trouble.

There is a lot to like in Bob DeRosa fast moving play, which has a running time of just over 1 hour.  Despite all the killings, Killer Librarians is a comedy. The fight choreography by Mike Mahaffey was very inventive and kept knives flying into various body parts, and once the knives found their target the bodies flew in innumerable directions all night long.  

Alicia Conway Rock’s direction left no human carcass unturned as all bodies were discarded in very inventive ways. That said, Rock needs to find a way to turn Lancaster into a superhuman, in the way he thinks, and in the way he is persuasive.  Having Lancaster off stage on the phone could easily be done on stage under a spotlight without losing anything.  

Lauren Van Kurin plays Margo and is a wonderful actor with exceptional facial expressions that keep her in the moment. There is also a richness in her character, a flawless backstory, and uniqueness in her manner. Her craft is exceptional and the work is superb.

An interesting thing about Eric Giancoli as Lancaster is that he appears out of nowhere to give Margo the job of assassin.  Lancaster has thoughts that Margo is not going to make it as a killer and also has this weird idea that Margo has fallen in love with him. (This is possibly what all spies think.)  But Lancaster is no James Bond and one is not even sure if The Establishment is a legitimate spy organization judging by the ending. There is more for Giancoli to add to the character of Lancaster and his way of the world.

Pete Caslavka plays the love interest Henry.  Henry is one of identical triplets, two of which no longer reside on this earthly plain, and that is also part of the conflict in his relationship with Margo. That aside, Henry has little to do, sweep up and look adoringly at his mate, not much there, which is why there may be more to add to the character to give him flavor, to give the relationship a nicer touch, a deeper meaning.  

Jennifer C. DeRosa has a nice role as Eleanor, the head librarian.  There is more to this character that we find out later, something about the nature of true killer librarians, but I will not give the secret away. The fight scenes were amazing and DeRosa mixes it up with the best of them.

Carrie Keranen plays Crane and Mrs. White and provides character for those two roles. Crane’s relationships work well when the characters are nearer rather than across a long table. Naytheless, Keranen does a good job and presents solid, powerful, and amusing characters.  

Mike Mahaffey plays a number of Killers and Belinda, who is a cold war outcast, a ne’er to well from Moscow, or a miscreant from the Kremlin, and beautifully disguised with a babushka over his/her head.  

Monica Green rounds out the cast as Sally and another Killer. Greene is petite and does a lot of physical and magnificent work on stage.

The killers come and they go, well, actually they are killed.  They must have been a killer on another night, but on this night they were all killed. Oh, but they all died so magnificently.

Other members of the crew are as follows:

Matthew Richter – Lighting Design
Ben Rock – Sound Design
Rachel Manheimer – Stage Manager
Blake Gardner – Photographer

The next time it is around Run! Run! And take a ninja, or two.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

The Armadillo Necktie by Gus Krieger

Bert Emmett and Jennifer Laks - Photos by Doug Engalla

By Joe Straw

“A man must identify himself with something more tangible than his own personality…” – Joseph Conrad, The Secret Agent


a greedy caliginous want

Turn, turn, turn
The impious partakers
into poetic figures
because you hunger for an elegiac truth

the consequence from war is not poetic
nor is death poetic in nature

Military occupation
is offensive

If you are out of sight  
we are out of mind

Out of mind 
out of sight




 – Narrator

The Armadillo Necktie by Gus Krieger is a poetic wonderfully absurd examination of military occupation and is also wonderfully directed by Drina Durazo who gives us an exquisite madness from the desert.

Sorry, I have to stop.

The Group Rep presents The Armadillo Necktie by Gus Krieger, directed by Drina Durazo, and produced by Troy Whitaker – June 17, 2016 through July 31, 2016 at The Lonny Chapman Theatre.

Buckley Dunham (Matt Calloway), an African American soldier with no apparent military rank, probably a grunt, wheels in a prisoner whose arms and legs are strapped to a chair.  

A burlap bag is over the detainee’s face like that of the prisoners at Abu Ghraib prison. But, this is not Abu Ghraib, this place is different – “somewhere between Khanaquin and Mandali” near where, in 1980s, Saddam Hussein ordered chemical weapons to be fired on opposing forces.  (Which might explain the behavior of those living in the region.)

But now, Dunham needs to get information, from this prisoner, and by any means necessary. So, ever so sweetly, out comes the box with the battery and the cables.  Dunham attaches the cable to the battery, walks over the cable, and then touches the jumper cable clamps to create sparks much to the muffled cries of the person gaged under the mask.

Dunham disconnects the jumper cables from the battery.

The phone rings.

“What’s up mother f**ker?... chillin’…occupyin’…talked to my little…nuts to the car battery…no you my nigga….peace out Senator.” – Dunham

Duhnam takes off the prisoner’s hood, and lo and behold, it’s Bruce Walker (Morgan Lauff), who definitely is not Middle Eastern.

“I’m not a mercenary. I am a cameraman!” – Walker

A likely story as Duhnam scoffs at his insincerity, walks over with the instrument, undoes his belt, and then attaches the jumper cable clamps to Walker’s scrotum.

“Buckley needs to zap your nuts.” – Dunham

Dunham accuses Walker of being a mercenary and demands information. Dunham had earlier heard about a mercenary heading his way. And he wants answers from Walker.

Walker, in pain from the attached clamps, doesn’t know what he is talking about.  

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the steel door. It’s Madeline Sainz (Jennifer Laks), a NY Times reporter.  After peeking through the window, Dunham brings her in and frisks her.  When she sees Walker, she is horrified at his condition, battered and bruised with cables attached to his genitals.

“Boss man does not want to see untouched nuts.” – Dunham

Madeline demands to see the commanding officer and, as Dunham goes to fetch his boss, Walker confesses to Sainz that he is a mercenary sent to kill. Sainz realizes that she is a part of something for which she wants no part.

Suddenly, Dunham introduces the man of the hour, Ulysses S. Armadillo (Bert Emmett).  He is an indecorous spectacle, wearing a tee, with a robe open in the front, blue jockey shorts, white socks with a red stripe, dog tags, earing in the left ear, and an army belt wrapped around his waist to make his appearance official.

Dunham wheels Walker out of the room so that Armadillo and Sainz can speak.

Armadillo offers Sainz coffee and toast, and tells her to go ahead with the interview. But as the interview begins, Sainz believes Armadillo is off his rocker.

“Vietnam ended 6 months before we invaded Iraq.” “Whales started the revolutionary war.” – Armadillo

“None of this makes any sense.” – Sainz

“I don’t give a f*ck.” – Armadillo

Sainz wants to know why Armadillo is still there since everyone knows he’s not supposed to be there.

“Conviction is 9/10th of the law.” – Armadillo

Moments later, Aminah Abdul-Haleem Ali (Shanti Ashanti), a local Iraqi woman, enters the enclosure wanting help from Armadillo. Someone has taken her brother and they are the same people who are responsible for killing Armadillo’s wife.

The Armadillo Necktie by Gus Krieger has to be seen to be believed. The writing is superb and the acting mesmerizing. Drina Durazo, the director, keeps the action moving at a wonderful pace.

But, I have some thoughts that should help tie up loose ends and connect to the historical background.   

Armadillo Necktie refers to a process whereby one is disembowel, cut from belly button to breastplate, and then hung by the neck with his own steaming entrails.  Ultimately, it is a charming finish for one who is guilty of behaving badly.

L - R Morgan Lauff, Matt Calloway, Jennifer Laks, Shanti Ashanti, and Bert Emmett

First of all, Bert Emmett, Ulysses S. Armadillo, gave a commanding performance with as much emotional depth and layers as you will find in Los Angeles.  This is definitely a tour de force performance that cements his acting persona in Los Angeles. Armadillo is an interesting character in that he believes the impossible is possible, right or wrong, they are his convictions. But, he has some problems.  Number one, he is Kurtz, in Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, and everyone is coming for him because he just won’t leave. His objective is to destroy the men who killed his wife no matter what it takes and to keep an eye on his distractors before going completely mad.  Everyone should run to see this brilliant performance.

Jennifer Laks is exceptional as Madeline Sainz.  Laks is a stunning woman that lets the words play out in the comedy. She is an actress that provides many layers and also projects a rugged sense of her athletic self. Sainz, although appearing grounded, is conflicted and in an emotional mess as she overcomes betrayal on many ends. But where is that emotional moment where she decides to give herself?  How does that work out?

Matt Calloway is also terrific as crudely jocular Buckley Dunham.  Torture is not his thing.  That’s the stuff white people do to each other.  But Dunham was sent there on a mission and it is not complete.  Someone appears to be pushing his buttons from the outside to get the job done and I think that should be added in his initial conversation with the Senator (not seen).  It’s part of the conflict he must add.  Also, there must be a reason why he so ingratiates himself to Armadillo.  What keeps him hanging on?  And why is he on Armadillo’s side? After all, he has young kids and needs to get back home. He needs to work on both his “attention” and “at ease” – gotta get that right baby, gotta get that right. That aside, Calloway has a terrific way on stage.  His voice is strong and his movements are specific.

Morgan Lauff as Bruce Walker made a bomb and set the timer on infinity, at least it is not set to go off in the near future. Walker is a mercenary, and not a good one at that.  He is lost and confused and those are his good qualities. How could the suits have sent such a bungler? That aside, he has to figure out how to get out of the predicament that he is in.  First, he must convince his torturer that he is not a mercenary.  Secondly, he must convince the reporter, that he is the mercenary, and that he is going to do in Armadillo. Quick, clean kills, and then out.  But that doesn’t happen, because of his bungling personality, which gets into the way of his objective. To add that into his body of work would help make his objective stronger – without the absurd comic facial expression – that should also add to the character.   

Shanti Ashanti is a stunning creature as Aminah Abdul-Haleem Ali.  Ashanti’s voice is clear and her movements are exact. But, Ali is a devious character who tries to get Armadillo to kill her brother’s attackers by accusing them of killing Armadillo’s wife. But that puts her in a various perilous situation, not only with the occupiers but also, with her countrymen. Whose side is she on? This may be something she wants to add to her already marvelous performance.

Larry Eisenberg understudies Ulysses S. Armadillo but did not perform the night I was there.

One can only fall in love with Gus Kreiger’s words in this marvelous play, a remontant rose that has no end, stuck in a time that repeats itself with minor variations.   The play also touches on a number of subjects, war, time, and impotent despair. But, not everything works; one could go with one or two less, “I’m just joking with ya.” This is a strong relationship play, so the relationships must play to perfection.  One character, for reasons unknown, was sent up the river to get “Kurtz” – that didn’t work.  The second man is sent but bungles with each attempt.  Also, it is unclear if the bomb was attached correctly, timed correctly, etc.; Armadillo looks at it as though it were a joke. And no one is concerned that it will go off at any time, which if it were would demand a greater sense of urgency in the characters.  It is as if no one cares about the ticking time bomb.  (Just throw it into the cabinet, hope for the best). Also, time passes oddly in this play, it rounds to the nearest 5th year, Armadillo claims he is 85, then 105, and then again 135, and when Sainz checks her watch, it sends her into her future.  At times, Armadillo speaks in the third person, describing moments that work marvelously.   That said, despite the nefarious nature of war, this is a beautifully written work of art.

Drina Durazo, the director, does some fantastic work. It was an amazing opening that will only get better as time passes and actors get more performances under their belt. There is more to add, and moments to clarify. Certainly some characters require a deeper historical backstory, something that moves with their objectives. But overall, the play is an emotional rollercoaster; a play that digs deep and that touches a deep emotional button in me on the futility of war.

J. Kent Inasy, Scenic & Light Designs, has created a marvelous set; a trailer on wheels, armored and elevated, a great place for actors to do their magic.

Other members of this marvelous crew are as follows:

William Hickman – Fight Choreographer
Lauren Peterson – Assistant Director
Chris Winfield – Assistant Scenic Design
Angela M. Eads – Costume Design
Gabrielle Sciabbarrasi – Costume Assistant
Todd Andrew Ball & Hisato Masuyama – Prop Design
Drina Durazo – Sound Design
Alicia Patterson – Stage Manager
Nora Feldman – Public Relations
Joe Chang – Original Art Work
Dough Haverty + Art & Soul Design – Graphic Design
Drina Durazo - Program

Run! Run! Run! And take a veteran.

Reservations: 818-763-5990

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Honk! – Book by Anthony Drewe, Music by George Stiles, and Lyrics by Anthony Drewe based on Hans Christian Andersen’s The Ugly Duckling

By Joe Straw

I speak to my daughter about the craft, about what she should be doing on stage, conflict, objective, and characterization.  She listens but I don’t think she gets it.  That comes in time, when moments click, giving one a better understanding of being focused on stage. – Narrator

In the meantime, there is the dee-Lightful program, where children from 8 to 14 years old gather together to make sense of a new and exciting craft, that of musical theatre.  It is a chance to learn to sing and dance on stage as a stepping point to the craft of acting.

Dolores Aguanno’s heart is in her craft as she directs most productions giving focus to new minds first steps in creative tasks, and, well it’s all about the picture, and picturesque actions on stage.

So, take a breath and step inside the land of enchantment, a farm.

Honk! – A slight prequel.

Well into the first days of spring, almost into the summer months, the cicadas sing a lovely song as I tread down a well-traveled road to the farmhouse.     

A comforting stroll, just listening to the jostling sounds of gravel clacking against each other gives me solace in my stroll.  And embracing life experiences I use the sense of sight, smell, touch, and sound to experience nature, the farm, the farm, as I know it.  

To my left is the pig trough - would only be considered a cover now – old, wilted, not much left of the lumber used to construct it, the pigs are long since gone, too much work for those aged out of that settled life.    

A sudden gust of wind catches the open leaves, a susurrus of songs – the moving sound of ecstatic dancing greens.

The barbed wire fence on my right encloses a few cattle that masticate fallen apples from under the apple trees. Above, the bees circle the trees, and dance on the last remaining blossoms.  As the apple tree stretches to the sky, the tree limbs project apple dumpling pies just waiting for the country table.    

The road traveled forks into a dirt road to the left, and down the dirt road is the chicken house clamoring with hundreds in fowl conversation. Below that house is the green reflecting pond where hot cattle lift their tails to make cool waves ripple in in the midday sun.

The farmhouse is up the small hill, just beyond the gravel road.

To the left is a nice garden, beyond the garden a pasture littered with brown cow pies.  The crib and the barn are to the right.

Eyes lifted – the blue sky hugs the horizon and stops at the lumbering pines.  

But for now, we move toward the farmhouse shaded with trees encircling the house.

A red cardinal jumps from limb to limb and nearby an angry blue jays wards off all comers with a leaf in his beak slamming it on the porch near that ball of fur.  This is the place where something is always happening.  – The Traveler.

Honk! - The musical.

The gluttonous cat half asleep on the front porch keeps one eye open for the blue jay, the other on the eggs.  She twists her whiskers, slowly stretching her back as she gingerly steps around the nest of unhatched duck eggs.

But the eggs are guarded in its enclosure, and by mother duck, Ida, who sits diligently near her eggs while Drake, nearby, shuffles his webbed feet to gather sustenance – corn kernel droppings – from humans better left unseen!  Still, Drake waits, but not so diligently, as he says he’s got much to do. 

Both keep a watchful eye on the cat.

Maureen comes by to catch up on the latest gossip and sing about The Joy of Motherhood and in that entire beautiful ruckus the ducklings hatch – all except the black egg. 

Drake, man duck that he is, provides the new born ducklings with the overprotecting flotation devices and off they go to the nearest pond for their first lessons of survival – wading – while Ida waits for that last remaining egg to hatch.

Yellow is the family color, yellow like the daffodil, or the roses near the front porch, their color for many generations, but suddenly out pops Ugly, a brown feathery stubbled-colored different kind of duck, with a different kind of waddle. And then Ugly surprises Ida with a loud HONK! Ida thinks it’s peculiar, a vocal impediment of some kind, but Ida is endeared to Ugly’s being.

With little spare time before the ducklings come back, Ida teaches Ugly to swim.  And Ugly proves to be masterful in the way she negotiates the lake.

So beautiful in the way Ugly experiences the lake, in her baby-like being, she comes back to the rest of her family, only to be castigated by her siblings for being different.  Look at her they sing pointing fingers, and scowling.

Baby ducks can be so cruel. So cruel they won’t let Ugly have bread.  

And that leaves an opening for Cat to take Ugly away, first in the hopes of having a nice meal.  But she finds that it is a difficult process because Ugly is not understanding anything, including being eaten.  After a ball is thrown at cat, Ugly makes a quick getaway.  

Ida, noticing that Ugly is missing, implores Jaybird from Britain’s Most Feathered, and her audience to help her find Ugly and then leaves home to try and find her.   

There are always things to admire about Dolores Aguanno’s direction and Allegra Williams’s choreography. Shine is the term when I think of for an Aguanno production because everyone gets the opportunity to deliver in that one lasting moment.  And if one were looking (Casting Directors), they would find a few small acting gems in this production. Certainly Mirabel Armstrong, and Katelyn Coon are standouts as Ida, as well as Cali Kimura as Ugly. Also, Ella Kendall shines in a beautiful and haunting rendition of The Blizzard.

And the rest of the actors also did remarkable work.  There was much joy in seeing the hatchling hatch, and watching Greylag perform her duties in fine British military manner, “wot!”  

I enjoyed it so much I saw it three times! What’s not to love about children learning and growing?  

The cast listed below is divided into two distinctive casts.  

Character                 Yellow Feathers Cast                 Orange Beaks Cast

Ugly                         Brooke Rosenbloom              Cali Kimura
Ida                            Katelyn Coon                         Mirabel Armstrong
Drake                       Keaton Asma                         Joe Call
Cat                           Jules Henderson                     Malia Reiss

Ducklings & Froglets

Beaky                      Cambria Boulanger-Jewell     Cambria Boulanger-Jewell
Billy                         Mia Story                               Mia Story
Fluff                         Ella Kendall                           Ella Kendall
Downy                     Ava Allred                             Ava Allred

Ensemble Ducklings: Aili Poinsett-Yoshida, Hope Sato, Ian Warfield

Maureen                   Sophia Martin-Straw             Charlotte Ceugniet
Henrietta                  Sophia Falk                            Sophia Falk
The Turkey              Evyn Armstrong                    Ian Warfield
Grace                       Charlotte Ceugniet                 Sophia Martin-Straw
Greylag                    Ben Sanderson                       Sophia Falk
Dot                           Elizabeth Forman                   Camille Ceugniet
Barnacle                   Sophia Falk                            Ben Sanderson
Snowy                      Aili Poinsett-Yoshida              Ian Warfield
Pinkfoot                   Hope Sato                                Camryn Walker
Bullfrog                    Ian Warfield                             Evyn Armstrong
Mrs. Bullfrog           Camryn Walker                       Olivia Andrews
Penny                       Camryn Walker                       Aili Poinsett-Yoshida
Father Swan             Ben Sanderson                        Ben Sanderson
Mother Swan           Charlotte Ceugniet                  Jules Henderson
Bewick                     Elizabeth Foreman                 Hope Sato
Jane Bird                  Olivia Andrews                      Piper Samuels
Farmer                      Joe Call                                  Keaton Asma

Snow Soloists: Elizabeth Foreman, Ella Kendall, Piper Samuels, Ben Sanderson
Snow Dancer:  Hope Sato
Yellow Feathers Ensemble: Mirabel Armstrong, Camille Ceugniet, Cali Kimura, Piper Samuels
Orange Beaks Ensemble: Katelyn Coon, Elizabeth Foreman, Brooke Rosenbloom

Honk! ran from May 19-21, 2016 at Veteran’s Memorial Auditorium, 4117 Overland Avenue, Culver City, California.  Run! Run! Run! to see the next production Shrek July 14th, 15th, and 16th.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Charlotte’s Shorts – by Charlotte Dean

Laraine Newman

By Joe Straw

There are many reasons I see plays.  One main reason is to watch actors create a relationship that is honest and represents a truth, all the while reaching for a strong creative objective – what characters want from each other.  

Charlotte’s Shorts by Charlotte Dean directed by Tracy Newman and Charlotte Dean playing at The Actors Company (Let Live Theater), 916 N. Formosa, through June 26th, is a series of vignettes, of smidgeons of life, brought together, one actor at a time, to read from the podium.

It is funny, somewhat crass, raucous, and includes flashes that are outstanding and poignant.  Certainly Dean’s approach to writing is heuristic in nature and presents a natural way of improving her craft.

The night had moments that lifted my eyes from the notepad. I can best describe it as “character turn” – when a character says something that strikes at the heart and changes the relationship with the audience. I don’t remember the specific moments, but I know they hit home.  Let me think about them for a few minutes.  I’ll get back to you.  

It is tough to create a relationship when the other person is absent.  Each actor acts alone at the podium.   Still, the actors do their best to produce another being by their stead. And for the most part, they do.  There are wonderful moments, of critical pause, of a nervous reaction from an imaginary action, all told in grand story time fashion.  

I know the actors can act - Andrew Friedman was brilliant in Stones in His Pockets by Marie Jones (see write up on this blog). Who can forget living legend Laraine Newman, an original cast member of Saturday Night Live – a slyboots if ever there was one.  I still remember lines she said back in the seventies; I often repeat them to anyone who needs a smile.  

But was it enough? Well, for me, yes.  The night flew by quickly; everyone had a good time catching that spark of originality and that is half the battle.

She’s just a Texas country girl, sitting by the side of the creek with one foot wading in the water, holding a book, wearing her straw hat, and looking at someone, under a starry night.  Well, that’s the image on the one sheet.  How that relates to the play, I don’t know but I can guess. Let me get back to you on that one.

Charlotte Dean and Tracy Newman, the directors, effectively manages the actors and one can only imagine what direction is given when accomplished actors are reading from the podium. Still, effectively done.

I want to write about the actors.  I am uncertain about how this is going to go over as a write up but writing is all about breaking rules.

Andrew Friedman

Andrew Friedman was the first up – the one to start the show.  Funny but he looks like an Uncle Bob with that mustache.  I don’t have an Uncle Bob, maybe you do. I got the impression he was playing a young man in Primitive Survival Skills, able to kill a snake and make a fire. But where was this was going?  Well, I haven’t a clue. In Little Dwarfy he was incarcerated (prison) and had all these grand ideas about what he was going to do when he got out although, truth be told, I didn’t think he would ever get out. In Zero Latinas, Friedman used a prop baby (I wasn’t aware that props were permitted in this forum.). Anyway, he was married and unhappy and living in Cleveland.  What a supremely delightful combination.

Tim Bagley

Tim Bagley, appeared tall on stage, he is white and makes funny voices. His tongue was twisted in Christmas Letter where he plays a little boy, who doesn’t like his sister or his mom’s boyfriend, and writes to Santa about his predicament. These moments hit home. Later, Bagley plays a girl, an introspective one at that, who says things and then thinks about the verbal crimes she has just committed, often dismissing them with a twist of her head. This was hilarious and these are things you love to see actors do, think in character on stage. Still, later, Bagley reads raucous like no other in the short, Isabel.

Anastacia McPherson has hands and she uses them.  Up here, down there, they have a life of their own. Her hands are like roller coasters, rising, giggling, and with a certain amount of g-forces.  It’s not so much what she is saying because my eyes were following her fingers. Oh, and she’s pretty too, dark, a lovely completion.  What did she say in Vodka Tonics, Shortest Giraffe, and Mustache Bitch? Whatever her hands told me.

Bridget Sienna

Bridget Sienna loves love. Finishing a Chili’s meat product and on her way out, obliquely prowling for human companionship, she meets the most wonderful man who, at this moment, is eating short ribs. Forget that he is with someone else. A smile passed between them and she runs home and spills her guts on Facebook “I met the man of my dreams”.  Oh, this is a dark fantasy.  That male person would look happier if he was with her, not his wife. “Finding a soul mate is hard.”  Later in Roommate Wanted, she turns to the dark side and seeks a black man in a personal ad: “Not black, please don’t respond.”

Laraine Newman does what she does so well. Funny little girl voice in I Want the Backpack. It’s about a birthday party that got cancelled because one of the girls had lice.  That backpack gift was themed Elsa from Frozen.   Now in her possession, she wants it. In The Proposal, she wishes her intended to know that if he were dead she would eat him before he rots.  Not inclined to just throw him on the grill, she would cook him with special herbs and spices.  It is a macabre love story that proposes honorable intentions of his remains. She says it with a smile, of course.  One would rethink getting into that relationship.     

Jordan Black plays a man named Donald Bigbelow, a gaucherie writer who pens pulp sexual mysteries.  Off the top of my head, when I first heard, especially the way he pronounced, the name Bigbelow, I thought wow, that’s an unusual name.  I wondered if it was French, certainly not English, and definitely not African.  After he read passages from his book, I got the reference.  It is a self-aggrandizement, promoting his literary acumen, as well as, the overwhelming immensity of his natural God-given girth.  Black is certainly locked into this character, Bigbelow, in The Playboy Mansion, Martin Luther King Day, and Who’s Booty is That? And certainly this is a character he can ride for a while. When he sat down, I saw someone who was having the time of his life.  

Oh my Gosh.  I almost forgot about Hanna Einbinder an actor who pushes some serious button with her style.  A strong voice, a very nice presence and interesting characterizations in No Mom, Dear Karen, Best Sellers. 

Lynne Marie Stewart, H. Michael Croner, Navaris Darson and Lisa Schurga are also in the cast but did not perform the night I was there.

Charlotte’s Shorts by Charlotte Dean is a tasty treat, a vanilla cone at Foster Freeze. And the shorts are the jarring brain freeze moments of delight.  But what worked best for me were the characters that remained the same throughout – Donald Bigbelow and the Bridget Sienna character. It actually gave me enough time to figure out the characters, their foibles, and witness them expose their deep selves, inside the cones. 

While the other actors, in different characters, stand alone on a hideous precipice.  They take the supreme risk of having their work succeed or take an imaginary step forward. But, either way, good or not so good, it's all about the actor's journey. 

Run! Run! And take someone who likes yogurt with more sprinkles, fruits, and candies than yogurt.  

Times vary.  Check Hollywoodfringe.org for tickets.