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The New Movement: Laughter is Power

This is only two-thirds of the crowd.  They had people lined up along the walls & in the doorway! (image provided by TNM Facebook)

This is only two-thirds of the crowd. They had people lined up along the walls & in the doorway! (image provided by TNM)

This has been an inadvertent helluva week; in good ways, in stressful ways, in why-must-I-leave-my-bed ways (this is already starting to sound like a private journal entry – retreat!).

As a portion of you might know, I’m currently eyeballs-deep in rehearsals for A Streetcar Named Desire with Southern Rep & InsideOut Productions, and we’re scheduled to debut at Michalopaulos Studios on Elysian Fields in a couple of weeks!

While it’s all terribly exciting, and I am really, truly so effing thrilled to be working alongside some of New Orleans’ most talented performers and theatre-makers, it leaves little time for seeing other productions, writing about my experiences, or fulfilling other more rudimentary to-do’s like laundry or remembering the last time I ate.  That being said, when I see a window of opportunity to catch a live performance, no matter how restless my mind or weary my bones, I make a point to go out and see everything I can while simultaneously working towards providing experiences for audiences of my own.

Some call it madness – others call it passion.  The universal translation? Show business.

Whatever it was, it guided my steps as I left from – you guessed it: rehearsal! – last Saturday night and trekked through Lower Decatur and into the Marigny to behold a sure-to-be exciting moment in NOLA comedic history: the grand opening of The New Movement’s performance venue at 1919 Burgundy St, sharing the building with the all-NOLA news and media entity, NOLA Defender.

I need not go into grandiose detail about just how awesome these guys are, because you can read all about it by clicking ND’s link above for the write-up by Mary-Devon Dupuy or in Alex Woodward’s excellent detailing in last week’s issue of Gambit Weekly.

I just want it to be known what it felt like to be in the room, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers while spotting familiar faces in the swell of it; everyone with eager eyes, wide smiles, and drinks from the neighborhood bar in hand, all ready to LAUGH, whether earnestly or uncomfortably at our own NOLA improvisers and sojourning sister-troupes from the TNMs in Austin and Houston.

Absolutely anything could (and did!) happen in those 2 hours, and we loved every second of it together as we clapped in rhythm during super-cool music interludes and in-between the pant-zipper-dancing wiles of a host who said things like, “Austin and New Orleans, two pretty similar towns…except ya know, a few more beards in Austin…a few less fleur de lis tattoos…?”

As the room brimmed with varying and uncontrollable laughter throughout the night, it was like an epinephrine straight to the chest.  And the real kicker?  Live comedy reaches beyond the four walls of TNM’s newly opened, super-sexy, and intimate giggle haven.

Comedy is happening nearly every day of the week!  Don’t believe me?  Visit this page on NolaImprov.com and tell it to my comment box.

It's going DOWN this weekend!

If that’s not enough, they’re teaming up with the Foburg Music Festival for Foburg.Comedy, so you can buy your tickets in advance if you don’t want to wait in line, because trust me, ladies and gentlemen, there will be lines.  Come out this weekend for a guffaw or two and see for yourself!

Plus, a personal favorite goes down at 9PM every Wednesday: You Think You’re Funny? Open Mic at Carrollton Station. The laughs are free, the drinks are cheap, and I can never get enough of Scotland Green.  I have yet to make it out to Lost Love Lounge on a Tuesday night, but when I do, I know that Comedy Catastrophe awaits at 10PM, hosted by the sardonic Cassidy Henehan.

If you’ve been idle, looking for a sign, THIS IS IT, my fellow Invaders:

Cause and effect, my friends!  Progress can only lead to more progress.  Get inspired, find a group of hard-working individuals with trusting and capable hands, and make something happen!  If you want to create on your own terms and evoke a palpable impact, New Orleans is where you do it!

We have, at long last, a rousing renaissance in our midst.  In spite of the crime, the closures, the educational and economical woes (to quote Chris Trew from Tami’s and his beyond hilarious and surprisingly moving ‘Alaskan Cruise,’ improv performance last Saturday), the artists in this town have got their “brass kucks” on, and they’re ready to rumble.  Are you?

xoxo-Moni

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Monica Harris is a professional theatre artist and all-around go-getter.  Originally from Angeles City, Philippines and raised in Fort Worth, TX, she is a proud New Orleanian who, between the 2-job hustle, lives the Bohemian dream. 

Two Gentlemen of Verona: Shakespeare’s Never Looked So Phresh

You've still got tonight at 8 p.m. & tomorrow at 2 p.m. to catch it!

You've still got tonight at 8 p.m. & tomorrow at 2 p.m. to catch it at Lupin Theater!

I was 16 when I auditioned for my first play. “Well, if I suck, at least I’ll know now,”  was my mindset at the time.  The turn-out for auditions was so large, the production that was originally scheduled became a double-cast of Romeo and Juliet.

I was cast as the Nurse and had ZERO experience with the Bard’s words beyond loving the chance to read him aloud in my English courses.  In the frenzied midst of helping build the set, time spent memorizing lines and working on character development (which also entailed learning what the hell that meant), learning the difference between Stage Right and Left, the skill of this-where-I-am-when-I-say/hear-this (otherwise known as blocking), and that a pencil is always better than a pen, something life-altering was waiting in the wings.

The day came that I was scheduled to be off-book (no script in hand) for the scene when I tell young Juliet that her cousin, Tybalt is slain via her beau, Romeo.  The scene began and BAM:  the moment when the lines aren’t lines anymore.

For the first time in my life, I felt the overwhelming surge of that inexplicable-something that only happens when you speak William Shakespeare’s words as if they were your very own.  You remember that he didn’t just write for royalty and nobility; he wrote for the unwashed, illiterate, riotous masses, all of whom were rendered equally powerless to his words.  It’s an energy so potent, that when it’s done just right, you can almost feel it in the air as its invisible electricity explodes away from you and out into the crowd.

“Stop right there,” the Assistant Director said to me from the opposite end of the auditorium, lightly brushing his hand underneath his glasses. “That’s it.  That’s it.  You’re there.”

I owe my life as a theatre artist to that single moment and have since pursued to perform in every show, no matter the genre, with that experience as my compass.  Even as an audience member, it remains the indicative mark of what it means to enjoy a production versus to experience a production.

Two Gentlemen of Verona at Tulane University, under the fine-tooth combed and whimsically stylized direction of Gary Rucker, hit me with the same familiar and unmistakable electricity I’ve come to know so well.

I wasn’t sure of what to expect at first from the look of the set alone: streamlined, industrial, masculine, and wide open, three areas of seating total for an almost in-the-round feeling (the perks of a black box experimental space like Lupin Theater!), with 3 large projector screens, constructed brilliantly with black muslin and piping, set above the side seating areas and upstage, which later proved to be a sleek way of changing from one location to another without having to move a single set piece!  Also, the pre-show announcements, intermission, and end of play were all projected as well, making for zero seconds sitting in the dark unsure of what’s next.  Being the Shakespeare nerd that I am, the only thing that could’ve made me love it more would’ve been Act/Scene projections.

The stage itself proved to be just as versatile – open playing ground for the actors to move as freely as they willed, even for brief dance party transitions (yes, those happened, they were amazing!), which brings me to the wonderful aesthetic choices in this production:

Contemporary costumes with period physicality intermingled with period costumes and  contemporary physicality can be disastrous if not done with down-to-the-marrow specificity.  I usually have an upturned nose reaction myself to ‘modernized’ versions of Shakespeare from time to time, but the collaboration required to achieve this for Two Gentlemen was executed beautifully by Rucker, Costume Designer, Stephen Stines, and Choreographer, Jeffrey Gunshol.  It was an awesome blend of “how dost thou,” and “say whaaa?!” that I never thought possible.  Another unexpected treat was seeing the adorable, fluffy white canine who played Crab, the servant dog.  That’s right, folks, an acting dog!

Vibrant and texturized costumes, excellent music, and the sleek versatility of the set aside, my absolute FAVORITE part of seeing this show last night was that even though its aesthetic had contemporary elements, the paramount level of dedication to the text was undeniable.  

Friendship, betrayal, joy, temptation, jealousy, humor and romance ruminated throughout; the only time I ever lost a single syllable was from the actors having to hold for laughs (did I mention how incredibly funny this play is?), and beyond laughter, there are no words for what it was like to hear an actor like Julia DeLois, playing the love-forsaken Julia, speak the verses of her woe, and in that moment, feel it with her.

Valentine, played superbly by Jesse Friedman, managed to woo me in the dark with one of my favorite monologues.  Imagine the sound of hearing someone’s heart break as you read this, perhaps your own, and you’ll come close to Mr. Friedman’s performance:

Act 3. Scene 1

And why not death rather than living torment?
To die is to be banish’d from myself;
And Silvia is myself: banish’d from her
Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence, and I leave to be,
If I be not by her fair influence
Foster’d, illumined, cherish’d, kept alive.
I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom:
Tarry I here, I but attend on death:
But, fly I hence, I fly away from life. 

Every actor wore his and her part with an almost enviable earnestness and ease, including actors Maddie Dean and Erin McCluskey, who had no lines whatsoever, but were completely present from beginning to end.  No one was hamming it up in hopes to be the star of the show, because they all were; the mark of a strong ensemble cast and sharp direction.

There are plays that entertain me, plays that confuse or entice me, and then there are plays that leave me spellbound, reminding me of exactly why I love what I do.  I can confidently say that Tulane University’s Department of Theatre Arts & Dance with The Shakespeare Festival at Tulane accomplished exactly this: love, front and center.

Many thanks and congratulations to the cast, crew, and design team.  Here’s hoping for 2 more sold-out shows!

Tonight (Saturday, March 3) @ 8 p.m. and tomorrow (Sunday, March 4) @ 2 p.m. Lupin Theater at Tulane University.

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xoxo-Moni
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Monica Harris is a professional theatre artist and all-around go-getter.  Originally from Angeles City, Philippines and raised in Fort Worth, TX, she is a proud New Orleanian who, between the 2-job hustle, lives the Bohemian dream. 

Cripple Creek Players Present “UBU ENCHAINÉ,” 2 NIGHTS ONLY!

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THIS WEEKEND!

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Pere Ubu & the gang return with a final, hilarious vengeance at the AllWays this weekend!

Friday, February 10th & Saturday February 11th

AllWays Lounge & Theatre
2240 St. Claude Avenue
NOLA,  70117

Doors 7 p.m.
(Friday) Aurora Nealand w/guest artsists 7:30 p.m. | PLUS! It’s the AllWays’ 3rd Birthday! Come celebrate with us!
(Saturday) Sweet Street Symphony 7:30 p.m.
Ubu Enchainé 9 p.m.

$20 for all the food, wine, music, and French Absurdism you and your friends can get in your gullets!

All proceeds will aid our quest to produce LYSISTRATA,
the classic Greek comedy by Aristophanes!

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Read about our  3-year love affair with Alfred Jarry

Can’t be with us on either night but want to contribute? DONATE!

“Don’t worry, guys.  My order of kazoos & fuzzy handcuffs came in today, so we should be good.”
- Alden Eagle, Director of Ubu Enchainé

EAT. DRINK. BE UBU!

“Spring Awakening,” an 8-Year Romance

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Spring Awakening, Theatre 13 image

(L to R) Jesse Egan as Moritz, Brett Anthony Barnes as Melchior, and Molly Ruben-Long as Wendla in Theatre 13's "Spring Awakening."

 

InvadeNOLA Founder, Justin Shiels, wrote a terrific plug for Theatre 13’s Spring Awakening at Southern Repertory Theatre, but I lament one thing about it: I wish Justin and I could’ve seen the show together, so he could’ve laughed and cried right along with my friend, Laura, and me.

We sat in the theatre, whispering about how awesome it was to have front row seats for a live performance of the show we each had been waiting years to see, long before we even met.

My love took root in Fall 2004, right here in New Orleans. I sought inspiration and found it in Spring Awakening, the original play by Frank Wedekind (Frühlings Erwachen), which would later become more renowned for its musical successor.  The then-ensemble of EgoPo Productions consisted of Loyola Theatre faculty, alumni, and undergrads with Lane Savadove as Artistic Director.  It ran in the Jewel Gallery, a small venue located above a convenience store on Magazine and Jackson Avenue in the Lower Garden District.  I was 19 years old and an undergraduate Theatre Arts Major at Loyola myself.

Did I mention that I was tomboyish, emotionally repressed, and in constant questioning of the future?

Never mind the swell of excitement I felt watching fellow undergrads perform on a professional level to sold out crowds; that dark, sad, sweet play set in late 19th Century Germany expounded (with a musicality even then) on the pressures of youth. It made me feel like my world had been split wide open, bright and beautiful.

When the musical premiered in New York a couple of years later, I found myself enraptured by the story once more, only now in the medium of gorgeous melodies mixed with rock’n’roll creations, all composed by the same guy I considered a one-hit-wonder in middle school—Duncan Sheik, who knew? I clearly remember writing on their Myspace wall the night of the 2007 Tony Awards to wish them ‘break a leg’ (that’s right, folks, those Spring Awakening kids had a Myspace), and a cast member actually responded! Ah, potpourri nostalgia…

Now in January 2012, the lights faded to black as the musicians lingered on a final tuning chord. Staring out towards the glow of tiny lights for the orchestra’s sheet music, I felt that same cotton candy lightness I did as a teenager, and by the time I heard the strings for “Momma Who Bore Me,” it was over—I was in love, all over again.

All things considered, it’s difficult, if not altogether impossible, to provide an unbiased perspective on Theatre 13’s production.  The sold-out crowds and shining reviews speak for themselves, but what I have to say pertains to a fact that critics more often than not dismiss:

Neither entertainment value nor a modest ticket price guarantees a production’s success.  I might’ve lost some of you with that statement, but bear with me.

Whether a person is a full-blown theatre fanatic or  is curious about live theatre but doesn’t know where to begin, what brings them to the theatre in the first place, and more importantly, what keeps them coming back, is the undeniable epiphany that occurs when a singular, you’ve-gotta-see-this special production is a work not satisfied simply by being amusing to watch but is in fact determined for you, the theatre-goer, to experience its story and to leave feeling, in some way, transformed by it.

A production that can make me feel as if I’m seeing it for the very first time is the genuine mark of a work that stands on its own.  I can attest this to Theatre 13’s production of Spring Awakening.

The set was elevated above the actual stage by a foot or so and was painted in a beautiful, bare bones color, its flooring contained movable pieces to reveal and dissemble as needed, and dilapidated French windows and shades were aligned in the background (alongside an eerie portrait of Jesus’ crucifixion), serving somewhat as a partition between the world of the stage and the small orchestra.  All in all, the set was a brilliant example of maximizing levels and exploring texture within a space as well as utilizing simple set pieces, which resulted in seamless transitions and not a single drop of momentum lost.

Depending on one’s seating in the venue, and due to the unique structure of the stage, some patrons felt they didn’t have the best angle for viewing everything, but this was never a concern from where I sat.  The light specials and washes were soft and subtle, although I wasn’t always certain if dimness on the upstage left and right corners when occupied by actors was an intentional choice.  I was relieved to see (and hear) that actors were microphoned, because even with a small group of musicians, instruments can easily overpower vocals in any space.  The costumes were excellent, down to every button and seam, and expressions were never obscured by tufts of hair.

Every movement was crisp and crystal clear, and I reveled in the specificity in blocking.  The vocals were powerful, moving, and free of glaring attempts to carbon-copy the styles of those who originated the roles, and each character was distinct with quirks and charms of their own, including the adult roles played expertly by Mary Lee Gibbons and Michael Martin.  I found the choreography strikingly similar to the Broadway production with slight nuance; however, it wasn’t to a degree that removed me in any way.

I was spellbound, completely, from beginning to end.

By the time this is published, the cast will be performing (with any justice) to a packed house in Southern Rep one last time.  Theatre 13 and all involved should be extremely proud of what they’ve accomplished.

Here’s to another exciting season of theatre, New Orleans! I can’t wait.

xoxo-Moni
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Monica Harris is a professional theatre artist and all-around go-getter.  Originally from Angeles City, Philippines and raised in Fort Worth, TX, she is a proud New Orleanian who, between the 2-job hustle, lives the Bohemian dream.

“Tiny Alice”: dizzying down the rabbit hole

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It's a mystery to say the least – see 'Tiny Alice' at Mid-City Theatre!

I attended the Friday, January 20th performance of Silk Dress ProductionsTiny Alice by Edward Albee at the Mid-City Theater, a recently renovated venue in the New Orleans theatre scene, which is a refreshing sight in spite of the indefinite closure of venues such as Le Petit in the French Quarter, Le Chat Noir in the CBD, and the Actors Theatre of New Orleans in Metairie.  Despite being clearly in flux, theatre continues to thrive, and the changing terrain is forcing patrons to break age-old go-to’s and explore—a beautiful thing!

I was unfamiliar with this piece, only that it debuted at the Billy Rose Theatre on Broadway in late December of 1964 (contrary to the 1965 consensus), and it is one of Albee’s less often produced works.  I usually find myself being pleasantly surprised and all the more enticed by plays I have never read or seen.  This is where I pump the breaks and confess that this, unfortunately, was not my experience with this production.  My personal qualms with the play are for the most part only that—irreconcilable issues with script:

Why did Edward Albee want me to see his play about a bunch of creepy, emotionally suppressed/disturbed, socially inhibited, and geographically isolated people knocking into one another in a maybe-haunted mansion?

The playbill provided neither a time nor a place (and no indication of whether or not this was an intentional choice by Albee), so here’s the lay of the land: a lawyer (who might have had a romantic relationship with the Cardinal in their youth) pays the Cardinal a visit and declares the woman for whom he works, while still alive and well, wishes to dispose an immense amount of fortune onto ‘the church.’ In exchange, the cardinal has a young clergyman, Brother Julian, appointed to ensure the financial proceedings are maintained to the letter.  In the main room of the recluse benefactress, ‘Miss Alice”s mansion, sits a ‘living’ replica of the mansion itself and is a constant subject of fascination in the world of the play. Is the mansion haunted or possessed—who’s to say for certain, but during an indeterminable stretch of time, Miss Alice eventually seduces Brother Julian to the perdition of all.   In most circumstances, I’d throw in a *spoiler alert*, but quite frankly, I’m not sure what the spoiler is.   Perhaps explaining what I mean by ‘perdition’ would give a little something away, so I’ll stop there and get to the meat of it.

ACTing.  In short, a confusing play performed by a strong cast.  There were some choices in the character dynamics I was uncertain of being director or actor-driven, but overall, the acting was solid and the momentum of the piece was maintained by these performers from beginning to end.  I was especially fond of the character, Butler, performed hilariously well by Doug Barden.

Cuts.  This production is not an adaptation of Edward Albee’s words but an abridged version with many cuts (only discovered after having spoken with a couple actors after curtain call).  I’d be interested to read the original in its entirety simply to satisfy my curiosity as to whether I would be even more or less confused.

DESIGN. (Hair & Wardrobe) Ill-fitting hemlines on un-ironed slacks proved a terrible distraction, as did any time the lead actress had her hair bobbing in front of her face.  No matter the era, clothes must fit and faces must be seen—period. (Set Pieces) After being a part of a production with artists who constructed a multi-dimensional, New Orleans style house made completely of cardboard, adhesive, and Velcro during the New Orleans Fringe Festival in 2008 (also, if you’ve seen The Fantastic Mr. Fox, you’ve seen this house), I’ve become spoiled in my expectations of models built to scale.  The mansion replica in this production was underwhelming at best in its aesthetic, although the use of light fixtures created a desirable effect. (Transitions) They took entirely too long and perhaps needed a fourth set of hands to help pick up the pace.  I felt sorry for the poor chap stage right that had to turn a huge set piece numerous times by his lonesome.

Dîaléct. Actors implementing a dialect of any kind must receive some form of coaching throughout the duration of the rehearsal process and have access to vocabulary exercises to utilize prior to every performance; very little takes me out of a moment more than hearing a very talented actor sound like himself instead of the person he is attempting to portray.

L  e  n  g  t  h  .  2 ½ hours is a lot for contemporary audiences to digest, even with 2 small intermissions in-between acts.

Theme.  God is everywhere and nowhere in this piece.  I’m not sure what Albee’s message is in this work, and from what homework I’ve done in hopes of understanding this play better, Albee didn’t have concrete answers himself and leaves the responsibility of interpretation to its audiences.

For those of you who have yet to see Tiny Alice, you’ve still got 2 nights left to try and figure this mystery out for yourself! It’s a three-act monster of a play, and I commend everyone involved in this production for having the guts to take it on.  I can’t say it’s a favorite, but I can say I whole-heartedly respect Silk Dress Productions for seeking to produce challenging, provocative work.

Friday, January 27 and Saturday, January 28 @ 8PM | Mid-City Theatre, 3540 Toulousse St.

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xoxo-Moni
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Monica Harris is a professional theatre artist and all-around go-getter.  Originally from Angeles City, Philippines and raised in Fort Worth, TX, she is a proud New Orleanian who, between the 2-job hustle, lives the Bohemian dream.