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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Indy, Gypsy, and a Lil' Tipsy

'Ello All,

Well, my first year of grad. school is now tucked neatly under my belt. Hard to believe I've not only graduated college, but now I've completed a year at post-post-secondary school. Will it ever end? Probably not. Scholarship is a deep black pit and I am cursed to inhabit it.

Saturday, Amanda and I went to NYC, hopped off the train and ran to Broadway to score some cheap student tickets. We ended up with front-row-center tickets to GYPSY starring Patti Lupone. Wow. It was incredible. I had never seen the musical. Heard much about it. But never seen it. Did I say it was incredible? First, the book is just simply well-written . Second, the music is just as good. Third, though the show is light on spectacle, Pattie Lupone was a spectacle in herself. If you've never had to privilege to experience a true show stopper, do yourself the honor, and go see GYPSY. In case you were wondering, it was even better than this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U4lNU4TeOxk

And, I just learned that GYPSY was nominated for several Tony Awards. I'm totally rooting for it.

Now I am in Indianapolis with my sweet, beautiful bride-to-be, and working at the Indianapolis Repertory Theater. It's already a fantastic experience. I am working with the resident Dramaturgy RJR and working on several small dramaturgy based projects. Getting to work part-time in a regional theater really affirms my passion for this work. I can't wait to grow up.

And, as far as Tipsy? I'm just tipsy over summer.


Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof Review

Cat is the Good kind of Wrong
By Joseph A. Whittaker, Plantation Owner

Now those folk who don't believe that a Negro, of sorts, can operate and run his own plantation in the 1950s will deeply be offended by the latest and most erroneous production of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof at the Broadhurst Theatre. The discrepancy between the words spoken and the image given is so disparate, so ludicrous that even a white stallion on a load of box springs could hardly make the jump.

You see, there is not a single white man on stage. Big Daddy boasts about his climb to the top, his success as an entrepreneur, a dynamo in the plantation industry. But behind the sensationally Negro James Earl Jones is a pile of historical inaccuracies. “Did he just say ‘My plantation’?”

Sure the scenes sizzle and pop with the latent intensity of William’s script. Phylicia Rashad (Big Mama) and Anika Noni Rose (Maggie) bring a fire and sensuality to their characters that, admittedly, most white ingénue’s lack. Even the stand-in Boris Kodjoe brings a sly, cool to Brick that Paul Newman might never been able to muster.

But these intricacies of the black dynamic certainly undermine the subtleties of William’s text. In an attempt to air a White plantation owner’s dirty laundry, here we have Negros airing . . . well, a white plantation owner’s dirty laundry. So, why, oh why, was producer Stephen C. Byrd and Front Row Productions so compelled to bring us this all-black version of a historically white text? Was there casting inspired by nuances found in the text, such that would shout loud and clear with the juxtaposition of black actors? Were they compelled by the possible resonances within a black community? Were the dollar signs flashing at the chance to reel in a new audience demographic?

Probably not. A simple look at the curtain call will tell the whole story. James Earl Jones and Phylicia Rashad stand triumphant as secondary characters taking the final bow. Brick who? Maggie what? No, this show was furnished around the two personas of its minor characters. Without Star Wars or The Cosby Show, this production may never have happened. Was the stunt worth it? Did these black actors bring to the text what no white actor could?

Probably not. However it is always a pleasure to hear William’s words, even behind the façade of a publicity stunt. Go, enjoy Jones’s trademark voice and Rashad’s brilliant humanity. But, please, don’t be expecting anything trademark or brilliant about this production. It’s about as apt as a black man singing the praises of his glorious southern plantation.

Starring James Earl Jones, Phylicia Rashad, Boris Kodjoe, and Anika Noni Rose


Sunday, September 30, 2007

Grad School: Week Four

Four weeks into Grad. School. I can hardly believe it. At times it seems like my life is moving at a snail's pace (especially when thinking about seeing Amanda at Thanksgiving) and at other times it moves at lightning speed. If you have Facebook, you should check out all the pictures I put there. If not, you can go to my photobucket page: http://s217.photobucket.com/albums/cc36/mmcmahan_photos/

Unfortunately, my life has not been terribly exciting from an outsiders perspective. Most of my time is spent reading, typing, and rehearsing. Though, intermittently, I find myself in little adventures.

The most recent (and thus, the most memorable) was my trip to NYC last night to see the world premiere of Arthur Giron's The Coffee Trees. One of the first year MFA's, Caitlin, knew the director and playwright from her days at Baylor University. Consequently, we had an opportunity to speak with the director before the show.  Upon hearing that we were dramaturgs, he asked us to think of good places to cut the script. This was quite flattering; however, we didn't really have a chance to give our opinions after the show. Just as well because I couldn't begin to think of cutting down a show I've only seen once. The show itself was a little rough, though it was filled with plenty of magical moments. I was just happy to see some real theatre in NY.

Agh, bloggers block. I'll update more when I feel more moved to do so. Enjoy the pics!


Friday, August 31, 2007

If I can make it here...

Hello, from Long Island, New York!

The past week has been dreadfully frightening, saddening, and exciting. I feel emotionally pulled every which way but loose and am left very optomistic about my future.

Amanda helped me move up here about a week ago. We left Indianapolis on a Sunday, hoping to arrive at my friend's (Daniel Laabs) house that same day. Murphy's law had another idea and next thing I know, we are stranded in New Stanton, Penn. with a fried alternator. Of course, it's Sunday and Murphy and his law won't go easy on us. No repair places were open. Luckily Amanda had AAA which towed my defunct car to the closest (and only) repair place in town and then dropped us off at the nearest hotel. With a touch of serendipity, Amanda and I discovered a magical place called Eat and Park. Sound disgusting? It's actually amazing! Take the expediency of Waffle House and combine it with the fine selection of Baker's Square. Piece de la resistance!

Luck was on our side. My car was fixed the next day and Amanda and I reached Stony Brook about 6 hours later. Driving through New York wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Seeing the skyline made my heart race. I never thought I'd be any where near the city (even for a visit)!  The drive through Long Island was gorgeous. The northern part of Queens is filled with lush trees and quaint roads. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought we were miles and miles away from the city. Not the same can be said about the south side (Brooklyn), however.

Finally, we arrived at Stony Brook which is about 45 miles up the Island. Stony Brook is a lush, pristine town filled with all the luxuries you'd expect of a suburb filled with whities. The train station is right on campus. Unfortunately, the train ride is about an hour and 45 minutes to downtown Manhattan. But, with a book in hand or a friend along, the time is hardly a concern.

Once I moved in, Amanda and I checked out the big city. I don't want to exhaust your patience so I will just list the highlights. We saw Times Square, lots of buildings, Central Park, Tiffany's, went to the Natural History Museum and ate at the famous Serendipity 3 (better than Eat and Park).

Saying goodbye to Amanda was excrutiatingly difficult. I tried to send her on her way on Thursday evening, but all hell broke loose in Chicago so we had to wait one more night. It was both good and bad to have that last night. Any extra time with Amanda is the best time, but my heart was so heavy from anticipating the inevitable. Finally, she had to leave and I cried more than I've cried before in my life. It was both emotional and physical confirmation that I love her more than anything.

I'll stop there and add another more school related update later. Thanks for reading. Stay classy planet Earth.


Tuesday, July 31, 2007

New Play: Rough Draft

AAABFW
a quasi-play by a pseudo-writer 

Act 1, Scene 1

There sits, in his cab, a truck driver wearing a John Deere hat (or whatever kind of hat truck drivers wear. I’ll let you decide). The truck driver is called Ted, though his name is irrelevant.   He’s driving during rush-hour on a road being reconstructed for no apparent reason. He’s listening to the radio.  

Radio Newscaster: “. . . and now he’s just happy to be home with his wife and family, he says. And in entertainment news, celebrity Paris Hilton has been arrested for breaking parole on a DUI charge.  According to reports, she was caught by California state troopers drinking and driving.  Authorities expect to see her serve jail time. No news yet as to when her trial . . .”  

He shifts his eyes to the radio and perfunctorily changes the station to. . .

 Scott: “. . . K.R.O.K. – KROK Morning Talk, and you are listenin’ in with Scott and  

Marsh: “Marsh!”

Scott:  “How you doin’ Marsh.”

Marsh: “Well Steve, I’m just great. Had a wonderful vacation. . .”

Scott: “Where’d you go, again?”

Marsh: [laughing coquettishly] “Scott, I just told you in the break room. . . And you’ve already forgotten…”

Scott: [overlapping] “No no, for our VIEWERS. For our viewers.”

Marsh: [with irony] “Alright, sure. Well, so our viewers know, I had a lovely time in Cancun. Spending time with the family. . . drinkin’ margaritas. . .”

Ted is enjoying the banter thus far.

Scott: “You know who won’t be enjoying time in Cancun any time soon?”

Marsh: “Who?” 

Scott: “Paris Hilton. Apparently . . . she was arrested just last night for breaking parole.”

Marsh: [exuberantly] “No!” 

Scott: “Oh yes. And it’s looking like she might be spending some jail time.”

Marsh: “Wow, think she’ll actually get booked?” 

Scott: “Who knows; you know how these celebrity trials are.”

Marsh: “Can she really be called a celebrity, though?  I mean, don’t you have to do something to be a celebrity?”

Scott: “Sure, she’s rich.” 

Marsh: “Not because she did anything for it. . .”

Scott: “Doesn’t matter; she’s rich, she’s slutty; and she’ famou. . .”

The truck driver rolls his eyes and changes the station to. . .

ROCK announcer: “. . . for listening to 97.5 The ROCK. And unfortunately ladies and germs we’re going to have to break our boycott on anything Paris Hilton. I know, I know, but this is just too good to miss.  If she wasn’t the blunt end of every joke already, she is now. Paris was arrested last night for driving after having a few too many to drink. . . probably should have made her dog the designated driver. Now she’s looking at . . .”

Ted quickly turns off the radio, disgusted by the subject matter and the rancid jokes. We hear nothing but the light buzz of traffic. After a moment of silence:

Ted: [exasperated] All america’s a big fat whore. 

Blackout

My plan is to make it a piece of a much larger montage called "all america's a big fat whore." Lack of capitalization on purpose.



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