Some quick thoughts on shows I didn't review:
Gruesome Playground Injuries: Known theatrical truism: If you get a chance to see Kara Young, see Kara Young.
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| Gruesome Playground Injuries Nicholas Braun, Kara Young Photo: Emilio Madrid |
Caroline: Estranged daughter in her mid-20s goes home with her own daughter, Caroline, seeking money, a place to stay, and maybe even some support and affection. After many years with no contact, the mother/grandmother isn't exactly thrilled to see them. This elegantly written three-hander is subtle and moving, with no villains and no heroes. Amy Landecker as the grandmother, Chloë Grace Moretz as the mother, and River Lipe-Smith as the daughter were all excellent. Written by Preston Max Allen and directed by David Cromer. (Closed.)
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| Caroline Chloë Grace Moretz, River Lipe-Smith Photo: Emilio Madrid |
Let's Love: This fun series of short plays about sex by Ethan Coen featured Aubrey Plaza (raising emotional meanness to an art form), Nellie McKay (bringing her unique ineffable fabulousness), and other wonderful performers. Fluff, but really good fluff. (Closed.)
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| Let's Love From Second Stage Website |
The Long Christmas Dinner: For Thornton Wilder, life and death aren't two sides of the same coin; they're mixed together in the very atoms of the coin. The Long Christmas Dinner is an odd, charming one-act that takes place over the course of 90 years, with characters dying left and right. Done as a one-night reading at Symphony Space, it featured a fascinating array of performers including actors Becky Ann Baker, Renée Elise Goldsberry, Jim Parsons, and Roslyn Ruff; award–winning playwrights James Ijames and Sarah Ruhl; writer and poet Jacqueline Woodson; commentator Chris Hayes; and Wilder’s nephew Tappan Wilder, who had some fascinating insights in the discussion after the reading.
Rodeo: Rodeo, choreographed by Agnes
DeMille, is a pure delight (if you can ignore some sexual assumptions that are, uh, "of their time.") It's full-out theatre, with a beginning, a middle, and an end and character
arcs and such. At a recent performance at ABT, it was well-acted and beautifully danced, with great colorful costumes. It's just so satisfying.
Queen of Versailles: A waste of time, money, and Kristin Chenoweth.
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| Queen of Versailles Kristin Chenoweth, F. Murray Abraham Photo: Emilio Madrid |
A New Brain: A New Brain has never quite worked for me. I end up seeing it every few years, and I tend to go through the same experience. In the first hour or so, I think, what is my problem with this show? It's excellent, with beautiful music, unique rhymes, interesting characters, a strong story. And then it goes on. And on. And on. Unimportant characters get solos, and it's hard to care. By the end, parts are actually boring, which I hate to say about a Finn work. The St. Bart's Players did a nice job all and all, with Jordan Cooke terrific as Schwinn. (Closed)
Triplicity: This lovely play with music focuses on three New Yorkers, with glimpses into their lives and hearts. It's quirky and warm and witty and very much its own thing. Written and composed by Ellen Maddow, directed by Paul Zimet, and starring El Beh, Amara Granderson, Lizzie Olesker, and Steven Rattazzi. Presented by Talking Band in association with Mabou Mines. Choreography by Sean Donovan and Brandon Washington; Set Design by Anna Kiraly; Lighting Design by Mary Ellen Stebbins; Costume Design by Olivera Gajic. (Closed.)
Meet the Cartozians: I don't know what other people saw in this well-received play. It's described on the website as follows:Talene Monahon’s Meet the Cartozians pulls back the curtain on a startling chapter of American history you may never have heard. This ... new play follows two sets of Armenian Americans: one man fighting for legal recognition in the 1920s, while a century later, his descendant fights for followers and a competent glam team. ... Meet the Cartozians asks who gets to belong — and at what cost?
The Times calls it "captivating, wildly funny, pure entertainment." Word of mouth is positive.
For me, the show wobbles between exposition and essay without ever quite achieving theatre. It tries to be Stoppardian; it isn't. (Through December 14.)
Wendy Caster
