Thursday, March 28, 2013

Edgy theater

On the eastside and the westside. I saw S.O.E. by Jami Brandli in Atwater Village on Monday and it's well worth seeing. Funny and weird and creepy and scary and claustrophobic and I supported it and know the actors and playwright so I'm not at all objective but I think you should go check it out. Here's a link to the site with all the details.

And The Nether by Jennifer Haley at the Kirk Douglas in Culver City is just about the hottest play I've ever seen there. I still don't exactly know what I think of it but if you care about L.A. theater at all, you should probably go. Don't sit too close, though. Not because you'll get blood spattered or anything...just trust me on that one. You'll see. You know where to find stuff on that. Just go.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

So behind

but I've been hard at work on Fell Swoop Playwrights' project for the Hollywood Fringe.

Right now we're calling it The Miss Julie Dream Play Project, which I like, even if it's a little literal. Here's a little more of what it's about--
Nine members of Fell Swoop Playwrights collaborated to riff on two of August Strindberg’s most famous works, MISS JULIE and A DREAM PLAY. Starting with no outline and very little plan, they’ve written an actor’s nightmare of epic proportions.THE MISS JULIE DREAM PLAY PROJECT is the story of one dedicated performer determined to make sense of a wildly rebellious character in an ever-shifting dreamscape.
Here is our page on the Fringe website.

If you would like to support our show with a contribution, please do so here.

Saturday, March 02, 2013

Check out this

take-down of Mark Swed by Amadeus Leopold. Swed reviewed a violin performance he gave a month ago and wrote a dismissive assessment. I didn't see the show so I have no opinion on the content, but I think if I got that review I'd be a little crabby too.

Here's a sample from Swed's review--
During his performance at Royce Hall on Thursday night Leopold also changed outfits as self-consciously as a teenager preparing for a hot date. There was the skirt that showed lots of leanly sculpted leg for Paganini. The leopard-skin tights and large crucifix for, you might say, a cross-dressed Catholicism suited to Messiaen. A "Don't Mess with Texas" T-shirt was slipped on for "I Feel Pretty." As a "Cabaret" Carmen in a tux, he became a he, as a she, as a he.
And here's a sample of Leopold's "open letter"--
I can smell the stench of ignorance from miles away and needn’t your blunt, condescending warnings such as “flamboyant,” “quite cute,” “applying ever more makeup,” and “cross-dressed,” especially ineffective in this case due to the fact that I was wearing all men’s clothes (by Givenchy, Rick Owens, Gareth Pugh, and the most prominently featured sartorial choice in the show - a classic tuxedo by Dolce & Gabbana) and have not worn less makeup in the last 3 years (I’d tell you to look at the photo just above your review, but who knows how blinding your prejudice really is).
It goes on and on. I'd quote more but there's so much to choose from you should just go read the rest for yourself.

And here's a video about Leopold (formerly Hanh-Bin) who is now my new favorite person of all time.

Lesbians in LA Affairs!!

When you have two fiercely independent and feminine women who fall madly in love, who is the dominant one in the relationship? Who is more like the man?
We answered the same way every time. We didn't subjugate ourselves to gender labels. We both wore the pants.

But secretly we kept tabs on the question of power. We employed mental score-keeping on who won more cribbage games, who said sorry first, who cooked more.
And they play cribbage! Find out which one's the top here.

Friday, March 01, 2013

Tennessee Williams in the Oxford American

Victor Campbell, a former secretary and lover of Tennessee Williams, kept a treasure trove of items in a Samsonite suitcase in hopes of one day publishing a memoir, at Williams' request. He shows them to writer Joshua Clark, who writes about them and him in an article in the new Oxford American, "A Suitcase Named Desire."
Williams was 59 when the two met at the hotel, and at the time Campbell didn’t know who the writer was, though he had seen the movies based on his plays. “He introduced himself as Tom, his real name,” Campbell told me. Campbell had been involved in homosexual relationships since he was 17, and it didn’t take long for him to guess Williams’s sexual disposition. That afternoon, Campbell took him to a beach frequented by gay men. 

“We were lying on the sand when a hustler stood up, dropped his swim trunks, and shouted to Tennessee, ‘Hey old man, give me some money and I’ll let you play with this!’” Campbell recounted. “Tennessee took a look and responded, ‘Only if you have change for a dollar!’

“Being around the man was fun—plain and simple,” Campbell explained. Williams eventually hired him as his personal secretary and moved him down to his Key West home, and a year later, the two moved into the fabled apartment at 1014 Dumaine Street, in New Orleans’s French Quarter, keeping the place in Key West as a vacation getaway. Williams paid Campbell $300 a week, plus all expenses. He told Campbell: “I’ll find things for you to do.”
Read the rest here