Monday, October 10, 2011

Chris Jones of the Chicago Tribune: 'Old Times' are sexy and new at Strawdog

John Henry Roberts, Michaela Petro and Abigail Boucher in "Old Times." (October 10, 2011)


'Old Times' are sexy and new at Strawdog [link to article]



When it comes to love and sex, we tend to think of intimacy as a goal or an ideal — something to work toward. But that delightful state, by its very definition, both implies and requires exclusion. It's tough to be intimate in a crowd. Even a third wheel can be one too wheel too many and must be rolled away.

Or not, of course.

"Old Times," the brief but masterful Harold Pinter drama from 1971, is certainly concerned with the juicy current possibilities of matters amorous and triangular. But this spare, oft-revived story of an English couple, Kate and Deely, who welcome into their renovated farmhouse a mysterious woman, Anna, with whom Kate shared a London flat (and maybe more) 20 years prior, is also about the force of our memories of intimacies, be they real or imagined.
  • Chris Jones
"There are things I remember which may never have happened," Anna says at one telling point. "But as I recall them, so they take place."

Thus most productions of "Old Times" — and this one-set, two-couch play, easy to produce but fiendishly difficult to produce well, is done in Chicago quite frequently — are eloquent, well-spoken, self-consciously dramatic, rather gauzy affairs that focus on the verbal games started by a menacing, well-dressed stranger from the past. They are not, in general, especially intimate. Yet Kimberly Senior's very shrewd, fresh and beguiling new Strawdog Theatre Company production — which features actors who feel hungrier and are rather younger than has become typical — is much more interested in the possibilities of the present. In other words, that famously requisite Pinter menace here flows neither from pregnant pauses nor nostalgia, but from the dangerous intimacy of what might happen right now.

Or, to put this another way, this is a very sexy production of what unspools here as a very sensual play. It will have you on the edge of your seat.

Senior — one of those savvy Chicago directors who works in major theaters but also knows the rewards of working in small and seemingly quotidian spaces like Strawdog's second-floor stage — achieves this mostly by keeping the environment cold and allowing her warm-bodied actors to keep floating very, very close together.

That sounds so simple as to be barely worth comment, but I have memories (which may never have happened, of course) of many an "Old Time" wherein the three characters of this little drama sat on separate chairs, talking across gulfs of isolating space and staring at each other, Pinteresquely. At one point here, though, the expectant, nervous heads of Abigail Boucher's Kate, Michaela Petro's Anna and John Henry Roberts' Deely are literally inches apart. Boucher and Petro, both beautiful actresses elegantly attired by designer Aly Greaves Amedei, each wear striking false eyelashes — emblematic of 1971, indicative of mutual competition intensified by age, and, when fluttering, a reminder that it's just as important to be desired as to desire.

The seating at Strawdog is split into two sections, which Senior carefully exploits with a variety of angles. At one point from my perch, two sets of eyelashes appeared in profile, intersected only by a whiff of panic on Roberts' face; he plays Deely as a man surrounding by eroticism he can't ever understand. It's not the usual approach, necessarily (the woman are very firmly in charge here), but it makes a point about a man who only got lucky once, if at all. In Senior's reading, he's a third wheel desperately trying not to be consigned to the ditch, where he probably belongs.

Both Petro and Boucher are fascinating and their interactions are complex. This is a play perched on the very knife edge of eroticism, and at Strawdog, it sits there deliciously and dangerously. Instead of playing the usual femme fatale with a posh accent and an MFA, the superb Petro reminds us of two crucial things about Anna: She was not very long ago just one of those pretty London girls, hanging out with escorts and only dimly aware of her limited shelf-life. And she is now, as she always was, vulnerable, mostly alone, and ever in search of intimacy. Maybe even of the kind she can't control.

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When: Through Nov. 12
Where: Strawdog Theatre, 3829 N. Broadway
Running time: 1 hour, 15 minutes
Tickets: $28 at 866-811-4111or strawdog.org

Saturday, July 16, 2011

KOD Spectacular

July 13th, 2011 [most importantly my younger sister's 18th birthday, but also Bastille Day Eve], I was lucky to perform with my friend and wonderful musician Kevin O'Donnell and his band.  It was a fun evening, bursting with talent and laughter.  To show my patriotism, I sang "Non, je ne regrette rien" by Edith Piaf and "Ma Benz", Brigitte's cover of NTM's song.

Rehearsing at KOD's.
Beth Sagal sings.
















Back in Chicago...

I've been back in Chicago for a few weeks now, settling in slowly.  Here is a visual taste of summer in Chicago:

Lake Michigan early in the morning

With Che on the back porch


First dip in Lake Michigan, ever.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Time flies

What a whirlwind it's been!  Although I had the best intentions to keep up with my blog while I was in France, things got really busy and I just didn't have it in me to sit down in front of the computer more than necessary.  I had a wonderful visit, filled with friends, weddings, babies, music and tons of love. 


L'opéra de Paris, tôt le matin.




















Provins

Grey day at the Trocadéro

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Babies, babies, babies

On Monday evening, I had diner with my friends Fanny & Ben and their delightful little boy Arthur.  I meant to take some pictures, but didn't get to it.  Next time...The "friends with babies" visits continued yesterday. 

I headed to Quentin and Stephanie's for a rehearsal followed by diner.  On the way there, I stepped into the metro only to see a young man walking towards me with a T-shirt that said "I was in Miami beach".  Sigh to the universe.  I pulled out my camera and tried to find the courage to ask him if I could take a photo of him but chickened out.   Upon arrival at my destination,  I saw the following sign, which for some reason spoke to me... 

Quentin and I had a nice rehearsal, brushing up some old tunes in preparation for the festival.  Here is an old video clip of us singing L'appel du monde entier.   The image makes it seem as though we are high on cocaine or have the jitters, but the sound is okay.  A song about traveling...



After rehearsal, I met his 5 month old daughter Evy, who is hilarious and adorable.  
Here we are all together after diner. 

I've yet to meet a few other babies, several pregnant ladies to see as well. 


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Old stomping ground

Yesterday I ventured into Paris, direction the bank (7th) and my old digs (18th).

I step down to the metro station and come face to face with this ad.   

Really universe?  Really?














Ligne 9 to ligne 10 to ligne 8.  Ecole militaire.  As I emerged from the metro, the buzz of Paris hit me.  A warm day in the city of lights.  Children walking home with their au-pairs in tow, cafés, stores, tourists, postcards of Paris for sale.  I walked down Rue Cler, still one of my favorites, then rue Saint Dominique.

My stint in the 7th was brief, jumping on the metro again at LaTour-Maubourg, ligne 8 jusqu'à Strasbourg-Saint Denis, change trains, help the man with the baby stroller up and down a bunch of stairs (oh the French metro is great for leg work-outs and so inconvenient for anyone with a stroller), ligne 4.  Gare du Nord.  Again, emerge from the metro but in such a different part of Paris, my old stomping ground.  Walked down the boulevard overflowing with Indian shops, the smell of incense, the same beggar lady is still there smiling away as she stands on her single leg.  Marx Dormoy.   How in the world did I manage to live here for so long....this part of town is so busy and strangely violent.  It's tough and cramped.  My body and mind go into defense mode just to cross the street....keep walking, keep walking, find the big black gate, enter the code (it hasn't changed since I left 6 months ago), enter, close the gate.  Breathe.  Made it.  Walk through the courtyard.  Tom's window is open.  I stand outside and whistle.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Back in Paris

After a long movie-less flight (the TVs were broken along with the reading lights), I made it safely to Paris.  Sunny warm day here.  My wonderful friend David, who is getting married in a few weeks, picked me up.  


Since it's only been 6 months, I found myself surprisingly not ooowing and awwing at every road sign that said Paris, or every building, store or boulangerie.  It's a strangely nice to just feel "normal" about being back and not be having intense emotional reactions at every corner. We stopped by the Café la Sèvrienne for a quick coffee and croissant.  Lovely and delicious.  
Comme c'est bon.  
 
The good news is:  I still know how to speak French.  Also:  cheese is so good and i have really good friends. 

Friday, May 6, 2011

Miami - in just a few words.

I wish i'd been more diligent about writing while I was in Miami, but life just got busy and I tried as best I could to minimize the amount of time I spent in front of the computer...preferring time in the sun instead.

My month in Miami performing The Sparrow was rejuvenating, exciting and simply wonderful.  When I think of Miami, I will remember:  king size beds, 48th floor, the opera tower, "R", the double-tree, cosmos with Carolyn, breakfast with Paige, the beach on 13th street, days with day, miami life center, ashtanga yoga, sparrows fly, michael's, sexy pattie, markie g, an absolutely amazing, hilarious and talented company of actors and an awesome stage manager, the joy and beauty of story-telling, the magic of theatre, standing ovations, tears, book boat, the bullet trick, quick changes, the little girl in the front who answered "yes!" when abu asked "are we all okay with this?", the basketball game, pick-up trucks, short skirts and low-cut shirts, spring farm, the opera, the arsht center, redheads, kanye west, white leather and glass furniture, riley the cat, jim beam, the S&S diner, the Manhattan Café, my sisters, cubans, colombians, frenchies, the DRB, 5, 6, 7, 8, Monty's, the 120 bus, construction, walking in the middle of the street, swimming laps, the Boucher Brother's umbrellas, espanola way, lincoln avenue, walking down meridian on the shady side of the street, M.I.A..

Thank you to the House for this wonderful and unexpected gift.  It was just what i needed and more.  


Saturday, April 9, 2011

Happy opening!

And review number 1 is out !

http://blogs.miaminewtimes.com/cultist/2011/04/the_sparrow_soars_at_the_arsht.php

Today's program: 
sleep in
work
pool
show number 1
eat a sandwich
show number 2
sleep

Sunday, April 3, 2011

The Sparrow in Miami!

Almost all of the Sparrow team.  Day 1.  Arrival at Miami Airport!