My Lips Are Sealed

John Ellison Conlee, Maggie Lacey, Jenn Gambatese and Chris Henry Coffey in Mark Lamos' production of Terrence McNally's Lips Together, Teeth Apart at Westport Country Playhouse through July 30. Photo by T. Charles Erickson

Lips Together Teeth Apart opened last night at Westport Country Playhouse. The 1991 Terrence McNally vacationing-couples tragicomedy continues its Fire Island fireworks through July 30.

I’ll be reviewing the production for the Fairfield County Weekly; that review will be out Wednesday. Rather than risk repeating myself here, you can tide yourself over for a few days with some factoids about the play.

1. The original production happened at Manhattan Theatre Club 20 years ago almost to the month, opening in June of 1991. It was directed by John Tillinger, who was at that time still regularly directing at New Haven’s Long Wharf Theatre.

2. The original New York cast included Christine Baranski, Swoosie Kurtz, Nathan Lane and Anthony Heald. Lane, who played the decidedly heterosexual Sam Truman in the show (the third of his seven appearances in Terrence McNally projects) , wasn’t yet open about his own sexuality, and didn’t in fact come out publicly for another decade.

3. In his program notes for the Westport production, Mark Lamos (director of the play as well as artistic director of the Westport Country Playhouse) says he had hoped to do Lips Together as part of his debut WCP season but was denied the rights due to an imminent Broadway revival.

4. Joe Mantello was set to direct that Broadway revival of Lips Together, Teeth Apart in 2010. There was feuding among the all-star cast: According to various gossip sites, Megan Mullaly thought that Patton Oswalt didn’t have the necessary stage experience, and she left the production after attempting unsuccessfully to have him ousted.

5. Mantello coincidentally directed another iconic gay-AIDS themed play this year, the award-laden revival of Larry Kramer’s 1985 drama The Normal Heart.

6. The play’s title comes from a method to counteract the tendency to clench or grind one’s teeth while sleeping. One dental product designed to help combat this “bad neuromuscular habit” is here.

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The tale of Faustus’ fortunes, good or bad


Now, see, I told you Doctor Faustus was funny.

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Faustus and Loose


Since Christopher Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus is the greatest play ever written in the history of the world (those who disagree can go to the devil), it’s remarkable how rarely it’s done by major theaters.

Now there’s a Globe Theatre production directed by Matthew Dunster, starring Paul Hilton in the title role and Arthur Darvill as Mephistopheles. I’m unlikely to be able to fly to London to see it, even though it’s running until Oct. 2. I’ll have to subsist on the photos and reviews.

The Independent on Sunday calls the show “fine, lucid”. Charles Spencer of The Telegraph is unimpressed: “This is a Faustus that often looks impressive, with its sinister choreography and grotesque designs, but when it comes to genuine chills and thrills, the audience is left seriously short-changed. “ Theorizes the equally unthrilled Brian Logan in The Guardian, “the problem is partly that we don’t believe in hell any more. So it’s easy to relate to Faustus’s initial scorn of the concept, and hard to credit his deathbed fear.” London Magazine’s Edward Lukes gets credit for leading off his review with the important observation that here’s the Globe, bastion of the Bard of Avon, finding room for his main rival. But then Lukes fall into the same theological and moral ruminations as nearly all the other critics do.

I read half a dozen reviews of the show before I gained any inkling that Dunster’s production might have some humor in it. Marlowe’s script certainly does, and the interlude of magic tricks which illustrate the protagonist’s initial delight at having traded his soul to Satan was built upon by producers over the centuries until The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus was a comedy treat rivaling only that other dizzy death-dealer, Mr. Punch.

So I really want to believe this review by Neil Norman in the The Express—not London’s most trusted and exalted newspaper, perhaps, but one which appreciates Doctor Faustus the way I always have. “Filled with magic tricks, diabolical conjurations and ribald jiggerypokery,” Norman writes, “Christopher Marlowe’s play is a far cry from po-faced theological dispute.”
The other critics have obviously got Goethe on the brain. Lighten up.

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Where Are They Now?


A few months ago I wrote a cover story, and supplementary blog posts, for the New Haven Advocate on a couple of sassy, dressy burlesque shows at the music club Cafe Nine. (Those writings are, alas, no longer archived at the Advocate site.) Yesterday I finally made it to the Ripley’s Believe It or Not Museum in Times Square, where Albert Cadabra—low-brow sideburned emcee of high-end burlesque such as The Pontani Sister’s flagrant Burlesque-A-Pades tours—holds forth several times a day with a sideshow spiel during which he hammers a nail into his face.
At the Cafe Nine gig last winter, when Cadabra did the trick he asked for a volunteer from the audience to help him extract the nail from his nostril. The woman he chose did so with her teeth.
No such mouth-to-nose antics at yesterday’s late-afternoon Ripley’s performance. Just a rapt crowd as spellbound by Albert Cadabra expert exhortations and impertinent patter as by his skull-pounding skills.
The museum rocks, by the way. Secret passageways, grotesqueries, torture devices, intricate artworks (DaVinci’s Last Supper redone with spider webbing; tiny toothpick carvings) and plenty of curiosities which bridge the gap between performance/stagecraft and outright gawking.

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Q&A, They’re The Monkees: Answers to the Monkees as Actors Quiz


The quiz is here.
The answers are:

1. Oliver!
2. The Point
3. Grease
4. Pippin
5. The Prison
6. Vince Fontaine in Grease
7. Television Parts
8. The Uncle Floyd Show
9. “To Be Or Not to Be.”
10. Bugsy Malone
11. Fagin.
12. Videoranch 3D
13. Broadway Micky

This also helps answer the question of whether, if you lock a bunch of Monkees in a room with typewriters, they’ll create Shakespeare.

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Proscenium Archie

The criticism seems rather harsh, considering that the performance brought Mr. Weatherbee to tears. And who among us wouldn’t wish to see Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper performing 19th century melodrama?

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Talking About Acting


What made the Watts Prophets so different was that we were so visual. Each poem was to us a complete play and each poet contributed to that. We didn’t just stand on stage or walk back and forth… we would act it out.
—Made Hamilton, co-founder of the 1960s Watts Prophets poetry collective, to Brian Cross in Not About a Salary: Rap, Race and Resistance in Los Angeles, as quoted in Dorian Lynskey’s 33 Revolutions Per Minute—A History of Protest Songs, From Billie Holiday to Green Day (Ecco, 2011).

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And a Nun, and a Two…


A RARE PHOTO OF NONIE NEWTON BREEN NOT BEING A NUN. LATE NITE CATECHISM 2 PLAYS AT WHARF STAGE II JULY 13-AUGUST 21.

Nonie Newton Breen has carved out a sweet little career dolling up in a habit and berating theatergoers as the nameless “Sister,” the indomitable conductor of Late Nite Catechism classes.

She’s Sistered it up in New Haven in both summer and winter, for weeks at a stretch, four or five times all told.

Late Nite Catechism is most deeply associated with its creator, Maripat Donovan, who has co-written and debuted every show in the series, and who established the show as a franchise. It’s Donovan’s image which appears in the Late Nite Catechism posters and promo materials, including the posters and videos announcing Sister’s return to Long Wharf Stage II this week.

The Long Wharf’s hosted three separate Sisters since first introducing Late Nite Catechism to New Haven as part of the theater’s first summer season seven years ago. None of the three were Maripat Donovan. Breen is the one who endured,

In a phone interview a few weeks back, Breen describes herself as one of the “hardcore travelers” who tour LNC year-round. “There are four or five of us who do that. There are upwards of 15 girls doing the show at Christmastime,” when theatergoers behave just like churchgoers and attend more diligently. They are all allowed to put their own stamp on the role. “Some are jollier, some are tougher—there are no guidelines or handbook,” Breen says.

Late Nite Catechism gigs can range from weeks-long bookings at proper theaters like the Long Wharf to one-nighters in concert halls to business functions and private parties. Breen spent three and a half months last year playing Sister in Sacramento. Boredom never sets in because, thanks to Sister’s constant interaction with audience members, “it’s always different. Every single night.”

There are also five different shows in the Late Nite Catechism series. “I do all five,” says Breen. “They just opened the the fifth one, Sister’s Easter Catechism: Will My Bunny Go to Heaven?,” and I was the first to go out with that.” (After Maripat Donovan performed the premiere, of course.)

Long Wharf’s had the original Late Nite Catechism several times, as well as the third in the series, Till Death Do Us Part (about Catholic marriage rites) and the fourth, Sister’s Christmas Catechism. This summer the theater backtracks to bring in Late Nite Catechism 2: Sister Strikes Again for its first time in the city. “It’s about how to get to Heaven,” Breen explains, “with multi-media, a list of sins with a lot of new ones for today, prizes…”

Breen acts as both educator and interlocutor, juggling faithful Catholic factoids with impatient and impertinent discussions with audience members, most of whom have been called out for questionable behavior in class.

“The trick with this character is staying in the moment. The shows are scripted but you have to keep an open mind. You’re always filing away people’s names and their behaviors, to illustrate what you’re talking about.” It’s a skill Breen developed from being a part of the famed Second City improv troupe in the 1970s. A current Second City touring ensemble happened to play Long Wharf just last month, but methods have changed. This group was doing mostly “classic” sketches, set material from the vast Second City script archives. “In my generation,” Breen recalls, “you got suggestions from the audience, then ran back and had about ten minutes to create a sketch. Now they pre-write a lot of their stuff. But it’s still a good training ground. It’s like getting your master’s degree.”

Breen’s recently penned her own one-woman show, which she calls “a complete departure” from her Sister persona. Departure is right: I’d Rather Walk concerns “the oldest stewardess on the oldest plane in the sky.” The show was given a “test run” at the Lyric Theater in Stuart, Florida, where—as at the Long Wharf—Breen has performed regularly in the Late Nite Catechism shows.

She hopes to develop I’d Rather Walk into its own national touring gig, but for now Breen continues to don Sister’s habits for as much as 11 months a year. Connecticut remains one of her favorite stops. “New Haven’s right up there.” Other fave venues include “Stuart, Florida, and oddly enough, I love Houston and Denver.

“New Haven is so much fun. I have old friends there now. I wander all around Yale. I go to one of my favorite pizza places, Pepe’s and get the best soul food at Mama Mary’s.”

The city treats her well, and so does the theater. “The Long Wharf always does an incredible job with the set. I travel with my own costume, but each theater has to provide the set. The show takes place in the present time, but the schoolroom and the furniture have to look like they’re pretty old.” She also thanks the Long Wharf for helping safekeep the money she raises at the end of each performance for retired nuns. “I’m a bagman for the nuns,” Breen laughs. Locally, the donations benefit the School Sisters of Notre Dame.

Such softer touches—empathizing with the plights of nuns, ribbing them for having to be such tough disciplinarians, humanizing them as fallible and vulnerable—helps balance Late Nite Catechism’s Catholic cattiness. “I feel that I am not a cruel person,” Breen says. “This character is not a cruel person.” Has she ever gone too far? “I’ve had bricks fall out of my mouth on occasion, sure.” On the other hand, audience members frequently forget that she’s an actress and not a nun herself.

“I’m often mistaken for a nun. People forget. As they’re going out, they’ll say ‘Thank you sister,’ and start telling me things about themselves. I get to hear way too much sometimes.”

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Rah Rah Rattigan

BBC Radio 4 Extra is winding down its crash course on Terrence Rattigan. After airing radio renditions of some of his best-known plays, the online channel is airing a multi-part documentary about him. (Technically, it’s recitations from Michael Darlow’s biography Terrence Rattigan—The Man and His Work, but Clive Merrison’s lively reading style and amusing impersonations of Laurence Olivier and others makes it sound very documentarary.) A more concise doc aired a few weeks ago.

This is the Rattigan centenary, and it’s striking that it’s also the Tennessee Williams centenary, because where Williams was progressive and divided and helped foster Off Broadway and experimental workshops, Rattigan was fussily traditional, publicly calling out new writers like Beckett for not deigning to make their plays more middlebrow and popular. Rattigan died in 1977, so he lived not only to see the West End embrace the absurdists but the upholsterers such as Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Pity was, Terrence Rattigan fell out of fashion but he really wasn’t all that uncool. He’d done the screenplay for Graham Greene’s scruffy novel Brighton Rock, a movie that inspired lots of angry young men and punks. His play Deep Blue Sea was bracing in 1952 for its discussions of suicide, female empowerment, spousal abuse and homosexuality. The BBC bio ends with the popular reassessment of The Browning Version scaled down for scruffy small theaters.

Since my father was British, I always had an awareness of Rattigan as a prolific, popular playwright and not just (as most Americans think of him) the guy who wrote The Browning Version. My father used to let me stay up to see The VIPs when that 1963 aired on TV. Hardly considered one of his classics, but the cast that gathered to do it demonstrates what a Rattigan script was worth: Richard Burton& Elizabeth Taylor (right after Cleopatra), Louis Jourdan, Elsa Martinelli, Maggie Smith, Rod Taylor, Orson Welles, Michael Hordern, Stringer Davis, Clifton Jones, David Frost, Richard Briers… You wouldn’t see a cast like that until the disaster film craze of a decade later.

Rattigan’s output was remarkable, even for its theater-saturated time: 27 stage plays (which yielded at least a dozen films), six original screenplays, six screen adapations of works by others, half a dozen plays for TV and lots for radio.

The current consensus is that Rattigan was a fine playwright who sold himself short. Writing with a natural wit and a conversational prose style, he could have blazed new trails in dramatic storytelling but chose instead to simply excel at crowdpleasing melodrama.

The quality of his work isn’t usually questioned—I’d say his average plays are in the same range as what are considered Neil Simon’s best plays (The “BB” ones), with a similar mix of mirth and pathos. His best plays are real twisty turny emotional wrangles, with ripe subplots.

Ripe for revival, especially at East Coast regional theaters, I’d wager, where suburban audiences primed by Simon Gray, Lucinda Coxon and others will be psyched to find a mid-20th century writer of style, substance and tradition.

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The Rose Mark’d Queen Review



Rose Mark’d Queen
Adapted from William Shakespeare’s Henry V, Henry VI Part 1, Henry VI Part 2, Henry VI Part 3 and Richard III and directed by Devin Brain. Presented through Aug. 13 by the Yale Summer Cabaret Shakespeare Festival, in repertory with The Tempest and As You Like It. Artistic Director: Devin Brain. Producer: Tara Kayton. Associate Artistic Director/Dramaturg: Elliott Quick.

This show is the jewel in the crown that is the Yale Summer Cabaret Shakespeare Festival. You knew it would be, right? However groovy The Tempest, however whimsical As You Like It, Rose Mark’d Queen promised novelty, mystery, bloodthirst. According to YSCSF producer Tara Kayton’s program notes, artistic director Devin Brain’s “idea to adapt Shakespeare’s histories into one story focusing on the character of Margaret” served as the impetus for the SumCab’s whole three-play repertory season in the first place.

Rose-Mark’d Queen opens with a bunch of boys playing with toy soldiers. You might have suspected it would be like that, mightn’t you? I know I did. There are only two workable metaphors when dealing with military history: sports and war toys. I’m happy that Brain didn’t go the sports route, though his cast is certainly athletic enough. The audience is exhorted to take sides at one point, getting marked up with red or white chalk, but the childhood images are sounder, especially when they extend to Nathan A. Roberts’ poignant toy piano musical score.

One more thought-it-would: We get a familiar opening line, one that puts us at ease for what we understand is a grab-bag of scenes from a host of long plays:

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend

The brightest heaven of invention,

A kingdom for a stage, princes to act

And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

At this point all expectations cease, and you are just plain in the thrall of a show that’s got so much going for it that it may leave you as breathless as its many deposed, disabled, dissembled or dismembered characters. Talk about your bright invention!

Rose Mark’d Queen, which Brain has cobbled together from Henry V, the three parts Henry VI and Richard III, is clever throughout, swift-moving and full of creative problem-solving when dealing with such sweeps of history in such a tight space with a mere five-member cast. It uses toys both kiddy and grown-up—from cloth dolls to an inflatable sex doll, from glittering gowns to fake blood—to keep the action both light and fraught. What mischief these playmates can get up to! Swearing, fighting, hostage-taking, torture!

The four-kings-and-a-queen ensemble (Matt Biagini, Marcus Henderson, A.Z. Kelsey, Babak Tafti, Jillian Taylor) are the tightest, most psychically connected cast of any of the three in the SumCabShakes festival (even though all but Kelsey also appear together in As You Like It). The mindmeld and shared pacing leads to some extraordinarily natural dialogue, considering how artificially pithy and pompous some of Shakespeare’s political pronouncements can be. As he does as Jacques in As You Like It, Matt Biagini has a natural talent for letting scanned verse trip off his tongue as if he’s informally chatting with an old friend. Babak Tafti nails an overblown, posturing wisecrack like “These words will cost ten thousand lives this day” by saying it to Margaret (Jillian Taylor) as if he’s pleased for having thought to phrase it that way. Likewise, A.Z. Kelsey spits “Ere sunset I’ll make thee curse the deed” (as Richard, to Clifford, with Henry VI and Margaret looking on, from the third act of Henry VI Part 3) as if he’s a mortal, not a swaggering cartoon. Marcus Henderson, who’s already proven his deftness at blending physical power with emotional vulnerability as Orlando in the YSCSF’s As You Like It,, not only fights well but leaves a good-looking corpse.
Jillian Taylor never for an instant makes Margaret a trophy wife—she’s whipsmart and gives abuse as good as she gets it—but also acknowledges that she wouldn’t have survived without sensuality and glamor. Though the whole night swirls around her, Taylor’s never above it but right in the thick of it. One of the wonders of Brain’s adaptation is how Queen Margaret is the play’s central figure without the other characters having to constantly acknowledge her. We get the main gritty male showdowns from all the plays, and then we’re reminded that Margaret was around too and had a stake in all these disputes. This is a continuity note that eluded Shakespeare, and which gives Rose Mark’d Queen its own strong personality and tone—one that’s refreshingly not based on chronological events in European history but on a single strong maturing character.

I’d fill you in more on who plays which king and why, if I thought it really mattered. There’s a royal family tree spanning 1327-1377 in the Rose Mark’d Queen program for those who need a scorecard, but honestly, don’t expect to be any clearer about British history than you would if you were plowing breakneck through a history book or BBC documentary. That’s the point of Rose Mark’d Queen. The point is how Shakespeare described power struggles, how he used flowing, poetic language to articulate vulgar impulses like warfare, how he captured sharp intimate exhanges amid the tumult of centuries of wild world history.
Rose Mark’d Queen is playful in every sense. It’s full of plays, obviously. But it doesn’t overburden itself. Just when one character starts to seem too prominent, the whole show shifts to fresh terrain. The show not only appreciate the kidlike impulses of world leaders, it respects short attention spans. The cast also appear amused by their own pell-mell playing style, amiably engaging the audience directly. They even improvise, mostly sotto voce away from the front lines of the Shakespeare verse. “You guys!,” they might cajole. Or scream “Mine!” when recapturing a dropped prop. “Oh man, I’m so dead,” was one interpolation on opening night (Saturday, July 9).
This purposely impertinent pageant of the past, fueled by both youthful fervor and intellectual precocity, deserves to have a future. Anyone who can collapse five of Shakespeare’s history plays into 150 minutes or so, with only five actors, deserves to have regional theaters beating a path to his door. As much as I love this original cast, I’d love to see other actors enter this playground. Rose Mark’d Queen is a tremendous achievement in knocking all those history plays together into an accessible whole, and I hope it gets a chance to move on up from the underground Cabaret space and make a little history of its own.

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