Yearly Archives: 2012

AFTER WORDS: A CONVERSATION WITH CYNTHIA NIXON

Cynthia Nixon will discuss WIT at the Greene Space on February 16 (photo by Joan Marcus)

The Greene Space
44 Charlton St. at Varick St.
Thursday, February 16, $20 ($15 with code GREENE), 5:00
www.thegreenespace.org
www.witonbroadway.com

After we recently saw Wit, Margaret Edson’s marvelous Pulitzer Prize–winning play that is making its Broadway debut at the Samuel J. Friedman Theatre, we wrote that “Cynthia Nixon is magnificent as Vivian Bearing; for all her eccentricities, Bearing should not be a sympathetic character, but Nixon turns the lonely, snarky woman, who has no real friends or family, into a delightful character who is not afraid to look death in the face.” The play deals with Bearing’s battle with stage IV metastatic ovarian cancer with both humor and seriousness. Following that matinee, cast members Greg Keller, Carra Patterson, and Jessica Dickey participated in a talk back with the audience, shedding illuminating light on the production’s creative process. On Thursday at 5:00, Keller (Dr. Jason Posner) and Patterson (nurse Susie Monahan) will join Tony and Emmy winner Nixon, herself a breast cancer survivor, for a special presentation at the Greene Space, going behind the scenes in a conversation moderated by WNYC’s Amy Eddings as part of the Manhattan Theatre Club’s “After Words” series. Tickets are $20, but if you use the code “GREENE,” they’re only $15.

LOOK BACK IN ANGER

Cliff (Adam Driver), Alison (Sarah Goldberg), and Jimmy (Matthew Rhys) are rather intimate roommates in Roundabout revival (photo by Joan Marcus)

Roundabout at Laura Pels Theatre
Harold and Miriam Steinberg Center for Theatre
111 West 46th St. between Sixth & Seventh Aves.
Through April 8, $71-$81
212-719-1300
www.roundabouttheatre.org

In 1956, John Osborne’s autobiographical Look Back in Anger exploded onto the British theater scene, taking the familiar English drawing-room comedy and turning it inside out and upside down, railing about class warfare, politics, sex, family, and social structure in a less-than-polite manner. It was written by an angry young man, Osborne, about an angry young man, Jimmy Porter, who spewed venom at every opportunity. The original stage production moved to Broadway in 1957, where it was nominated for a Tony for Best Play, and the next year it hit the big screen with Richard Burton playing Jimmy; all three versions were directed by Tony Richardson, who went on to make such highly regarded films as The Entertainer (cowritten by Osborne), Tom Jones, and The Border. (A 1989 television movie directed by Judi Dench starred Kenneth Branagh and Emma Thompson.) Upon being named associate artist at the Roundabout, director Sam Gold (Seminar, August: Osage County) decided that his first production would be an updated version of the controversial drama, which makes an immediate impact via Andrew Lieberman’s powerful set, which transforms the Laura Pels Theatre into an intimate black box, with the stage a long, narrow horizontal platform only several feet deep, backed by a floor-to-ceiling black wall. Strewn about the stage are empty cans, half-eaten bites of food, and ragged clothing. When the cast enters, they’re nearly sitting on the audience’s lap; Gold leaves the lights on at first, as if everyone is inside this fleabag attic apartment. As Jimmy (Matthew Rhys) and his best friend, Cliff (Adam Driver), read the papers, argue, and wrestle, Jimmy’s wife, Alison (Sarah Goldberg), is busy at an ironing board, her shirt open to reveal her bra as if it’s no big deal. At the start, it’s hard to tell which of the men, if not both, is with Alison; while Jimmy goes on and on about British society, Cliff lays a flurry of kisses on Alison, who happily accepts them. But it soon becomes apparent that the loud, ranting Jimmy and the sweetly innocent, well-born Alison are indeed husband and wife, although perhaps not for long if Jimmy cannot control his nasty temper. And when Alison’s friend Helena (Charlotte Parry) arrives, she drives a wedge between the married couple that sets up a heated second act.

Alison and Jimmy share a rare quiet moment in LOOK BACK IN ANGER (photo by Joan Marcus)

Making his New York theater debut, the Welsh Rhys is a commanding force onstage, searing with electric energy while hiding a subtle vulnerability looming just beneath his angry veneer. The play has lost some of its punch over the years; the original’s attack on British society is much tamer and too general in a world all too familiar with such public criticism. Gold’s direction overcomes many of those flaws, adding a suprising intimacy; when Jimmy and Cliff fight, it feels like they could fall off the stage at any moment. And the night we saw the show, when Jimmy slams a drawer against the back wall, one of the resulting pieces of broken wood nearly struck a man sitting in the first row. Gold has also eliminated one of the main characters, Colonel Redfern, which turns out to be a wise decision, as he’s not missed at all. But this is Rhys’s show all the way; his Jimmy is a compelling character who initially does not elicit sympathy for all his mean-spirited mad ramblings, but by the end it is clear why Alison, Cliff, and Helena are so drawn to him, as you will be too. Look Back in Anger might not be quite as angry as it once was, but it is still well worth a look back in this strong, fiery production.

TWI-NY TALK: CANDIDATE

Brooklyn-based Candidate will be celebrating Valentine’s Day at Mercury Lounge

Tuesday, February 14, Mercury Lounge, $10, 9:30
Monday, February 27, Spike Hill, free, 8:00
www.candidatesound.com

Brooklyn-based trio Candidate embraces four decades of American and British rock and roll and wraps it up in a sweet little twenty-first-century indie package. Guitarists Laurence Adams and Cedric Sparkman, who hail from Hazard, Kentucky, bonded over a Smiths album and eventually went on to form the Poor Richards. They soon added Cincinnati native Jason Matuskiewicz, who learned the bass for their new trio, Varsovia. The band changed its name to Candidate and played its first show ever in their original hometown of Lexington, Kentucky, in November 2010, followed seven months later by the release of its debut disc, A New Life, a delightful collection of pop hooks that includes such infectious songs as “I’d Come Running” and “Never Get Enough.”

Not to be confused with the UK band of the same name, Candidate then moved to Brooklyn, where it is currently putting the finishing touches on its sophomore effort, which features a dramatic leap forward on such powerful tunes as “April Again,” “Brutal,” and the horn-laden “NYC or Bust,” on which Sparkman declares, “One day I will die / and wish I’d given it a try / I will not just survive / I will thrive / So as fast as I can run / You will see me, here I come.” Hot on the heels of its February 3 appearance at the Cameo Gallery, Candidate is coming to Mercury Lounge on Valentine’s Day, playing with Brother Reverend, followed by a free gig at Spike Hill on February 27 with I Anthem, American Restless, and the Matt Albeck Group. Matuskiewicz, who handles much of the band’s blogging, recently discussed Brooklyn, bromance, earboners, and more in our latest twi-ny talk.

twi-ny: You recently moved from Lexington, Kentucky, to Brooklyn. How is the Borough of Kings treating you?

Candidate: We love it!!! Laurence and I live on the outskirts, near the Wastes, at the border of Midgar and Megaton. So, we get to lug our gear around after forever-long train rides on the Killer L, hoping its robot overlords are not particularly displeased with humanity that day — if its running at all. Our building was billed as containing “artist’s lofts,” but they forgot to append “with forever leaking ceilings” to their description of these fine abodes. And yet, with all that being true, it is still incredible to be here. We’ve met a lot of really great people, ridiculously talented musicians, and gotten a drummer [Chris Infusino] who is a real live music professional.

twi-ny: You played your second New York City gig ever at Cameo Gallery in Brooklyn on February 3 as part of Amy Grimm’s Whatever Blog Party. How did that come about?

Candidate: Superproducer (and genius) Justin Craig played a DJ set with his cohort, Jesse Elliott, both of rock supergroup These United States, while we were recording our new album. He introduced us to Amy at the show. After that we followed up with her with what I am sure was a super-professional introduction that probably didn’t contain any quotes along the lines of “if after listening to this you wonder how it is possible to pee on yourself and have a boner at the same time, please know that it is because the source of these jams is real-life heartbreak, by far the greatest source of earboners in the history of the world.”

Candidate will break out their new songs at a pair of upcoming local shows

twi-ny: Did the show live up to that hard-to-top introduction?

Candidate: The show was incredible. Big shout-out to the Yoni Gordon Orchestra, Elliot and the Ghost, and Howth, all of whom put on a great show.

Our new album is much more lush in terms of production than the first one, so for the live setting the new songs were stripped down and much more raw than their recorded counterparts. I’m told by the aforementioned genius, Justin Craig, that the crowd was feeling us, but I felt as if there was some confusion in the audience. Here is my impression of their internal monologue: “Uhm. Why are these dudes throwing their instruments around, and why is their singer running around like a crazed maniac, and what are these ‘feelings’ and these ‘emotions’ they seem to exude? Why, I don’t think these songs are winking at me at all!!! Swoon.” So, we were a little bit more sloppy than normal, but full of energy.

twi-ny: As you mentioned, your upcoming record is indeed more lush, with a bigger, broader sound than A New Life. Craig played on the previous album, but now he’s behind the boards. What were the recording sessions like?

Candidate: Despite being behind the boards, Justin played more parts on the new record than the last one. The sessions were great. We recorded the album at Translator Audio in Park Slope. It was engineered by Andrew Gerhan, who also plays in the Lupine Chorale Society, with Adam Arcuragi — who also happens to be pretty great. The people at Translator were very helpful. So, I want to thank them for that.

As you can tell from the previous answer, I have mixed feelings about Mr. Craig’s abilities. I jest. He’s amazing. The sessions followed a pretty traditional method of recording. Drums first, then bass, then guitar, keyboard, found sounds, and vocal overdubs from my dog, Lu-Lu. And of course, no song is complete until something is pitch shifted. Justin brought a lot of ideas to the songs. They were pretty uniformly great ideas. Beware: Trite musical comparison ahead. I would liken Justin’s role to that of Brian Eno and Daniel Lanois’s role in the production of U2 albums. He had a very large part in shaping the sound of the album.

Allow me to digress a bit. With the last one, we were very purposefully 100% independent, and not at all self-righteous about it. Just kidding; we were a tiny bit self-righteous about it. We were enamored with the idea that, given the reach of the internet and what have you, it is viable to be totally independent and do everything yourself. It isn’t. What you wind up doing is creating an organizational structure that mimics a label, which you pay for out of pocket, or you neglect integral functions because you just don’t have enough time to do everything. For instance, Laurence and I have been planning on doing a self-administered college radio campaign for a while. There is, however, no way for us to update our list of program directors that will not take about twenty hours. Seriously. So, we’re probably more proud than we should be with what we’ve managed to do with no publicist, no label, nothing but ourselves. But we’re ready to move on from that. We’ve recently signed on some licensing reps, so if we can get some of that sweet, sweet corporate cash, we’ll put that to some good, tirelessly self-promotional enterprise. We’ve also been talking to some labels about the album a bit. Plus, we’ve sent off some exemplar tracks to labels that still accept unsolicited demos. (Labels that still do this, thank you for not being stuck-up douches.) So, we’ll see what happens. I’m hoping sooner than later, but I am prepared to exercise a novel virtue — patience.

twi-ny: You’ll be at Mercury Lounge on Valentine’s Day, promising “an evening of romance and bromance.” Got anything special planned for that?

Candidate: Anytime the fellas in Candidate get together, there is more than enough bromance to go around. The excellent folks in Brother Reverend are giving away a special limited edition collector’s item in the form a fantastic T-shirt to commemorate the occasion. Plus, our first album, A New Life, is “pay what you want” on Bandcamp until after the show — meaning that it is essentially free, if you want it to be. We’re also playing a bunch of the new songs, which is always very exciting.

DOCUMENTARY IN BLOOM — TALKING LANDSCAPE: EARLY MEDIA WORK, 1974-1984

Andrea Callard’s TALKING LANDSCAPE looks back at her experimental work with Colab (photo courtesy of the artist and the Maysles Cinema)

TALKING LANDSCAPE: EARLY MEDIA WORK, 1974-1984 (Andrea Callard, 2012)
Maysles Institute
343 Malcolm X Blvd. between 127th & 128th Sts.
February 13-19, suggested donation $10, 7:30
212-582-6050
www.mayslesinstitute.org
www.andreacallard.blogspot.com

In the late 1970s, Andrea Callard helped found a collective of artists that would come to be known as Colab, or Collaborative Projects, Inc. Among her fellow officers in the group were Coleen Fitzgibbons, Tom Otterness, and Ulli Rimkus. “Through a juicy and conflicted multi-year period of identity and structural definition,” she explains on her website, “there was experimentation in and rich discussion of accessible content, political forces, technology, equity, corporate versus union models, and material resources.” From February 13 to 19, the Maysles Institute will look back at Callard’s career by presenting the world premiere of her first feature-length film, Talking Landscape: Early Media Work, 1974-1984, which examines all those things and more in its eighty minutes. More a greatest-hits package than a narrative nonfiction film, Talking Landscape consists of several of Callard’s low-budget, low-tech Super 8 shorts, narrated in her steady deadpan, beginning with 11 thru 12, in which Callard humorously discusses “inspiration, information, transportation, the National Geographic, the Yellow Pages, and taxi cabs” while standing at an ironing board, trying to hail a cab out on the street, and walking on her hands in the ocean. In Notes on Ailanthus, she details the history of the tree that “grows abundantly in all the empty spaces around New York.” In Sound Windows, she has fun with her apartment windows. In Walking Outside, she sings a blues song while walking through green fields. Talking Landscape also includes a trio of slide shows of site-specific installations Callard was involved in. Commuting from Point to Point combines images shot in Paris, Italy, and New York with phrases lifted from books; for example a shot of cigarettes put out in a bowl of dirt on a newspaper is accompanied by the words “only time gets lost,” while a photo of the Spanish Steps features the phrase “worn by millions of feet.” The Customs House is a document of the 1979 Creative Time group show “Custom and Culture 2,” held inside the dilapidated Customs House by Bowling Green, now home to the National Museum of the American Indian. And finally, The Times Square Show takes viewers on a tour of the seminal art show held in June 1980, which sought to investigate “the need to communicate in a larger world”; the Colab exhibition comprised works by Keith Haring, Lee Quinones, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Jenny Holzer, Kenny Scharf, John Ahearn, Kiki Smith, Otterness, Callard, and others held in the then-still-seedy neighborhood. Throughout the film, Callard displays a wry sense of humor in these brief experimental works that were part of a major shift in the New York City art scene. Talking Landscape is being screened as part of the Maysles Institute’s continuing “Documentary in Bloom” series, curated by Livia Bloom, who will moderate Q&As with Callard following the February 16 and 19 showings.

STRANGER THAN FICTION: ZELIG

Woody Allen examines personal and cultural identity in the hysterical but poignant ZELIG

ZELIG (Woody Allen, 1983)
IFC Center
323 Sixth Ave. at West Third St.
Tuesday, February 14, $16, 8:00
212-924-7771
www.stfdocs.com

The IFC Center’s Stranger Than Fiction series generally consists of classic and new documentaries, often with the filmmakers and/or subjects participating in postscreening Q&As. But on Valentine’s Day, it takes a slightly different approach, showing Woody Allen’s Zelig, a story of love and acceptance disguised as a historical newsreel. Allen stars as the fictional Leonard Zelig, a lonely little man who becomes known as the Human Chameleon for his ability to change not only the way he talks and acts but how he looks, based on whatever situation he is currently involved in. Zelig becomes a cultural phenomenon, hobnobbing with Charles Lindbergh, Al Capone, William Randolph Hearst, Charlie Chaplin, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and many other famous figures of the 1920s and 1930s while also being studied by eminent psychiatrist Dr. Eudora Fletcher (Mia Farrow). Master cinematographer Gordon WIllis (The Godfather) earned an Oscar nomination for the way he was able to insert Allen and Farrow into existing footage, including literally stepping on the film to make it look older. As wildly funny as Zelig is, it is also an extremely insightful examination of identity, individuality, and the basic human need to be part of something. The STF series continues February 21 with Lisa Katzman’s Tootie’s Last Suit, February 28 with The Promise: The Making of Darkness on the Edge of Town, and March 6 with Leon Gast’s Smash His Camera.

AN EVENING WITH BROKAW & GRANDAGE

Michael Grandage will join with Mark Brokaw for special program and reception about theater and directing

Morgan Stanley Smith Barney
31 West 52nd St.
Monday, February 13, $20, 6:00
212-682-6110
www.stgeorgessociety.org

The BritArts Committee, the Drama Desk, and the St. George’s Society, which is dedicated to helping elderly and disabled New Yorkers of British descent, are teaming up for a special presentation on Monday night, February 13, featuring theater veterans Mark Brokaw and Michael Grandage. Brokaw, the artistic director of the Yale Institute for Music Theatre and winner of Drama Desk, Obie, and Lucille Lortel Awards, has directed such productions as How I Learned to Drive for the Vineyard, The Glass Menagerie for Steppenwolf, The Constant Wife for the Roundabout, and Cry-Baby on Broadway; he is currently preparing Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Cinderella for its first-ever run on the Great White Way. CBE Grandage, the president of the Central School of Speech and Drama of London University who has collected Drama Desk, Tony, Olivier, and Critics Circle prizes, has directed King Lear at BAM, Twelfth Night at the Sheffield, Red on Broadway, and After Miss Julie, Caligula, and many more at London’s Donmar Warehouse, where he served as longtime artistic director; he is helming the new production of Evita, which opens March 12 with Elena Roger, Ricky Martin, and Michael Cerveris. Elysa Gardner and CBE Gavin Henderson will introduce Brokaw and Grandage, who will discuss their careers and the state of the theater, followed by a reception with wine and light fare; advance reservations are required.

DAMIEN HIRST: THE COMPLETE SPOT PAINTINGS 1986-2011

Damien Hirst, “Methoxyverapamil,” household gloss on canvas, two-inch spot, 75 x 69 inches, 1991

Gagosian Gallery
980 Madison Ave., 555 West 24th St., 522 West 21st St.
Through February 18, free
www.gagosian.com

In the 1945 Warner Bros. short Hare Tonic, Bugs Bunny tricks Elmer Fudd into believing that the hilarious hare is infected with Rabbititus. “How do you know I’m contaminated? I haven’t got any symptoms. You don’t see no spots before my eyes, do ya?” Bugs asks as a group of colorful spots swirls in front of his face. Right now at all eleven Gagosian locations around the world — from Hong Kong, Geneva, Beverly Hills, and London to Paris, Rome, Athens, and all three galleries in New York City — people are seeing spots before their eyes, but it has nothing to do with Rabbititus. Instead, the outbreak is the result of Damien Hirst’s “The Complete Spot Paintings 1986-2011,” comprising more than three hundred of the British bad boy’s household gloss on canvas works. Each painting features multiple dots of a single size, hand-painted by a single member of Hirst’s team, with no color repeated. In New York, the spots range from one millimeter to slightly more than one yard each, with most falling in the one-to-six-inch range, in circular patterns or straight up-and-down grids, creating a dizzying array as you make your way through room after room after room. The majority of the works are named after pharmaceutical and chemical products, referencing Hirst’s familiar cabinets filled with pills and other medical paraphernalia; among the titles are “Cefatrizine Propylene,” “Minoxidil,” “Benzoic Anhydride,” “Aminobenzaldehyde,” and “Hexadecanedioic Acid.” Hirst adds extra playfulness to the fifth floor of 980 Madison, with several canvases featuring spots that are barely visible or cut in half, as well as a “Controlled Substance Key Painting” that might or might not offer a way to decipher hidden meanings in the works.

Damien Hirst exhibit comes with its own dedicated store (photo by twi-ny/mdr)

If you look closely, it is easy to see that the arrangements are not perfect, indeed made by humans and not machines. You’ll also notice that just about everyone else in the gallery is smiling, getting a kick out of the seemingly endless display of colorful canvases, which can be cheerful and friendly, warm and welcoming. We are not a bit ashamed to admit that we thoroughly enjoyed our three-gallery jaunt through Hirst’s “Spot Paintings.” Perhaps it was our OCD working overtime, but we were drawn into the aesthetically pleasing, colorful works, excited by the repetition and consistency. So why are so many people unhappy with Hirst and decrying the exhibition as a self-centered display of artistic pomposity and conglomerate excess? Of course, it is impossible to look at the spot paintings and not think about Hirst, Inc. Hirst is big business, and his manipulation of the market for his works has made him a lot of enemies. Yes, there is a small concession in the 24th St. space as well a much bigger Spot Shop up on Madison Ave., where you can buy Hirst tote bags, clocks, stickers, skulls, pins, prints, and various other ephemera. So maybe the spots in front of Hirst’s eyes are made of giant dollar signs — you can practically hear the “ca-ching” as you meander through the galleries — but does the meta surrounding Hirst & Company take away from the sheer pleasure that most people derive from seeing these works? “It was just a way of pinning down the joy of color,” Hirst has said about the spot paintings. We found a whole lot of joy in this show, even if it is a way to make Hirst that much richer as he prepares for his first major museum career survey (beginning in April at the Tate Modern). And as far as Rabbititus goes? Well, you can consider the spots to be little more than hundreds of thousands of rabbit pellets deposited by an egotistical British Easter Bunny. You can think of them as the result of a Warholian cadre of assistants metaphorically screwing like rabbits. Or you can just get a huge kick at the nearly endless joy of color. It’s your choice.