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SEIJUN SUZUKI CENTENNIAL

Tokyo Drifter is part of six-film Japan Society tribute to master filmmaker Seijun Suzuki

SEIJUN SUZUKI CENTENNIAL
Japan Society
333 East 47th St. at First Ave.
February 3-11, $15
japansociety.org

“I am often told that a script with a dark subject always turns into a more cheerful movie in my hands,” master Japanese filmmaker Seijun Suzuki says in a brief Criterion “Suzuki on Suzuki” video interview. “Maybe it is due to my personality that I dislike dark stories. I always start by thinking about the style and design of the film. I choose the costumes and sets based on that initial image. Rather than using the same color, isn’t if more fun if each scene is a different color?”

Suzuki’s 1966 yakuza yarn, Tokyo Drifter, is a prime example of his philosophy of cinema, a berserk noir screening February 4 in the Japan Society tribute “Seijun Suzuki Centennial,” honoring the Tokyo-born director of more than fifty films between 1956 and 2005; Suzuki died in February 2017 at the age of ninety-three.

Tokyo Drifter must be seen on the big screen to be fully appreciated. Nearly every set is an eye-popping work of art, courtesy of production designer Takeo Kimura, and lushly photographed by cinematographer Shigeyoshi Mine. Black-and-white morphs into bold and brash reds, yellows, and blues for no reason. Backgrounds disappear so it looks like a shootout is taking place in a black void. A statue of a woman holding some kind of prehistoric giant donut switches hues as the action continues around it. Our hero, whose blazer goes from powder blue to yellow to cream to white, turns a corner and is suddenly running down a heavenly white German expressionist passageway. A villain uses his black gun to dial on a red phone. Hajime Kaburagi’s jazzy noir score mixes with romantic ballads, complete with a man in black playing a white piano. Red blood squirts into the air. Shinya Inoue’s editing is inconsistent and choppy, adding to the derangement, whether done on purpose or not.

Suave Tetsu “Phoenix” Hondo (Tetsuya Watari) and his boss, Kurata (Ryūji Kita), are getting out of the yakuza game, but Otsuka (Hideaki Esumi) and his gang, including Tatsu “the Viper” (Tamio Kawaji), are not going to let it be easy for them. Kurata owes an important building payment to Keiichi (Tsuyoshi Yoshida), who is willing to make a fair deal, as Kurata does not have all the money. But Otsuka sneaks in and threatens Keiichi to sell to him so Otsuka can take over the immensely valuable property. Kurata’s assistant, Mutsuko (Kaoru Hama), reads comic books and is secretly in cahoots with Otsuka, while Tetsu’s girlfriend, Chiharu (Chieko Matsubara), is a sweet-natured lounge singer who performs in a far-out nightclub. (Watari sings the song over the opening credits.) Double crosses lead to characters questioning loyalty and trust as the body count rises amid a groovy avant-garde Pop art setting unlike any other yakuza flick. (Suzuki followed it up with Tokyo Drifter 2: The Sea Is Bright Red as the Color of Love, a very different kind of film.)

Copresented by the Japan Foundation and guest curated by University of Alberta assistant professor William Carroll, “Seijun Suzuki Centennial” runs February 3-11 and comprises imported 35mm films from throughout Suzuki’s career: the ghost story Kagero-za (1981), the second part of his Taisho Trilogy, which began with 1980’s Zigeunerweisen and concluded with 1991’s Yumeji; a double feature of the director’s first Nikkatsu yakuza thriller, Satan’s Town (1956), and the forty-minute melodrama Love Letter (1958); 1966’s Carmen from Kawachi, one of three Suzuki adaptations of novels by Tôkô Kon; and A Tale of Sorrow and Sadness (1977), about a model turned golf star who faces stress and a stalker, Suzuki’s first film in ten years following a battle with Nikkatsu, which decided it no longer liked his unpredictable work after Branded to Kill.

“As Suzuki worked in a transforming film industry, he experimented with new possibilities given by changes in technology and took up new stylistic trends as they were developed by his colleagues, but he pushed them toward more abstract ends. As a result, Suzuki’s style was a constantly shifting target,” Carroll writes in Suzuki Seijun and Postwar Japanese Cinema. “Ultimately, the Seijunesque is defined less by a singular trait or tendency than by a push-or-pull, direct juxtaposition, or synthesis between multiple tendencies that would seem to be irreconcilable.” All that and more is on view in this tribute to a film icon.

BETWEEN RIVERSIDE AND CRAZY

Stephen McKinley Henderson is unforgettable as Pops in Stephen Adly Guirgis’s Between Riverside and Crazy (photo by Joan Marcus 2022)

BETWEEN RIVERSIDE AND CRAZY
Hayes Theater
240 West 44th St. between Broadway & Eighth Ave.
Tuesday – Sunday through February 19, $68-$210 (live simulcast $68)
2st.com/shows

At the 2015 Drama Desk Awards, I had the option of being seated in the audience with the cast and crew of any nominated show; without hesitation, I chose Stephen Adly Guirgis’s searing dark comedy Between Riverside and Crazy. The Atlantic Theater production had three nominations: Best Play, Outstanding Actor in a Play for the amazing Stephen McKinley Henderson, and Outstanding Director of a Play for legendary actor, teacher, and director Austin Pendleton. The show, which had just won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama, was up against such staunch competition as The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Airline Highway, and Let the Right One In; among those competing for Best Musical were An American in Paris, Hamilton, and Something Rotten!

As the evening progressed, Pendleton slumped lower and lower into his chair as he, Henderson, and Guirgis failed to take home a trophy, losing each time to Curious Incident (Simon Stephens for Best Play, Alex Sharp for actor, and Marianne Elliott for director). In January 2015, Between Riverside and Crazy received an encore run at Second Stage’s Tony Kiser Theater, with nearly the full original cast. Last month, the show opened at Second Stage’s Hayes Theater on Broadway, where it has been extended through February 19. It still packs the same punch it did almost nine years ago at the Atlantic.

The extended family of Between Riverside and Crazy makes a toast (photo by Joan Marcus 2022)

The 130-minute show (with intermission) unfolds in a cramped rent-controlled apartment and rooftop on Riverside Drive (the rotating set is by Walt Spangler), where the recently widowed Walter “Pops” Washington (Henderson) lives with a motley crew of younger folks, including his ne’er-do-well son, Junior (Common), who is on parole; Junior’s scantily clad girlfriend, Lulu (Rosal Colón); and Oswaldo (Victor Almanzar), a tough-talking young man in recovery who Pops has taken in. All three call Walter either Pop, Pops, or Dad, even though he’s hardly the loving, nurturing type. Pops spends most of his time in the kitchen, eating pie, taking swigs of alcohol, and sitting in his wife’s wheelchair, pontificating on life.

His daily reflections don’t exactly reflect popular psychology. As Oswaldo discusses his health and why he no longer eats Ring Dings and baloney, which he ate because he didn’t feel safe or cared for by his parents, Oswaldo tells Pops, “I’m not trying to get all up in your business, but maybe that’s also the reason you always be eating pie — because of, like, you got emotionalisms — ya know?” Pops replies, “Emotionalisms.” Oswaldo continues, “I know — it sounded funny at first to me too — but emotionalisms is real, and pie — don’t take this wrong, but they say pie is like poison.” To which Pops concludes, “Pie ain’t like poison, Oswaldo — pie is like pie!”

A retired cop facing eviction, Pops is in a major fight with the city and the NYPD, demanding more cash in compensation for his shooting by a white rookie officer eight years earlier. One night his former partner, Det. Audrey O’Connor (Guirgis regular Elizabeth Canavan), and her fiancée, Lieutenant Caro (originally played by Michael Rispoli, though I saw understudy J. Anthony Crane, who was excellent; the role has now been taken over by Gary Perez), come over for dinner. They try to convince him to take the deal, as time is running out, but Pops stands by his principles while also understanding Caro’s motive in urging him to sign off. “An honorable man can’t be bought off,” he previously explained to Junior. “An honorable man doesn’t just settle a lawsuit ‘No Fault’ and lend his silence to hypocrisy and racism and the grievous violation of all our civil rights.”

Pops changes some of his views on life — and death — after a visit from the new church lady (Maria-Christina Oliveras) ends up sending him to the hospital.

Pops (Stephen McKinley Henderson) and Lulu (Rosal Colón) share a moment in powerful New York play (photo by Joan Marcus 2022)

I called Between Riverside and Crazy one of the best plays of 2014, and currently it’s the best nonrevival on Broadway. (The best new musical on Broadway, Kimberly Akimbo, also got its start at the Atlantic.) Seventy-three-year-old Tony nominee Henderson (A Raisin in the Sun, Guirgis’s The Last Days of Judas Iscariot), a longtime staple in the work of August Wilson, is unforgettable as Pops, a character who’s hard not to love even as you learn some questionable things about him. Henderson has an endearingly round face, gentle eyes, and an infectious smile that makes you want to call him Pops too. The play is very much about fathers and sons: Pops’ relationship with Junior, Oswaldo’s troubles with his dad, and Pops’ feelings about his own father. Even Det. O’Connor tells Pops, “You’re like my father.”

The set includes a rooftop veranda where Henderson gets even closer to his adoring audience. The rest of the cast is terrific under Pendleton’s (Gidion’s Knot, Orson’s Shadow) expert direction. Guirgis (Our Lady of 121st Street, Jesus Hopped the “A” Train), who grew up on Riverside Drive, writes gritty, believable dialogue and creates hard-hitting situations that are quintessentially New York, mixing comedy and tragedy with subtle, and not-so-subtle, narrative shifts.

If I were going to the 2023 Tony Awards and had the choice of which show to sit with, I just might choose Between Riverside and Crazy again. In the meantime, get yourselves to the Hayes and become part of this beautiful extended family.

NOW IN PROCESS 2023

Untitled Ukraine Project kicks off “Now in Process” at New Ohio Theatre (photo courtesy the Mill)

NOW IN PROCESS 2023
New Ohio Theatre
154 Christopher St.
February 1-12, $15, 7:00
newohiotheatre.org/now-in-process

New Ohio’s annual “Now in Process” series returns February 1-12 with sneak peeks at four intriguing works-in-progress, either in person at the theater’s downstairs space on Christopher St. or available via livestream (for each second performance).

The showcase begins February 1-2 at 7:00 with Untitled Ukraine Project, Sara Farrington’s adaptation of short stories from Kyiv-born photographer and author Yevgenia Belorusets’s 2022 book, Lucky Breaks. In the note before the preface, Belorusets explains, “With these photographic sequences and stories I want to show how collisions of different contexts inform and transform the manufacture of narratives, resulting in the rejection of any instrument of certainty.” In the hourlong play, Monica Goff, Rachel Griesinger, Kara Jackson, Jennifer McClinton, and Aurea Tomeski portray five women impacted differently by war. In her collaborations with her husband, Reid Farrington, including CasablancaBox, BrandoCapote, and the upcoming film Mendacity, which will premiere February 17 at the NYC Indie Theatre Film Festival at the New Ohio, Sara Farrington mixes fantasy and reality in cutting-edge ways, developing “collisions of different contexts [that] inform and transform the manufacture of narratives,” so she’s the right person for this job. Presented by the Mill, Untitled Ukraine Project is directed by Jaclyn Biskup, with costumes by Kristy Hall and lighting by Jackie Fox.

“Now in Process” continues February 4-5 with writer-director Jaime Sunwoo’s Embodied, a multimedia production from Free Rein Projects in which Ella Dershowitz, Blaze Ferrer, Vanessa Rappa, and Saadiq Vaughan portray fifty-five interviewees responding to the prompt “Describe a time you were acutely aware of your race.” The forty-five-minute work features sound and lighting by Matt Chilton and video design by Andrew Murdock, with interactive projections and live camera feeds.

Rubalee follows the plight of a solitary whale trying to return home (photo courtesy Caborca)

On February 8-9, Caborca presents excerpts from writer-director Javier Antonio González’s Rubalee, an experimental musical about a North Atlantic right whale journeying from the equator to her ancestral home of Eubalena (named after their genus, Eubalaena), battling global warming, human hunters, industrial pollution, and more. The forty-five-minute work, performed by Yaraní del Valle Piñero, Courtney Ellis, Susannah Hoffman, Marty Keiser, Tania Molina, Jordan Rutter, Pelé Sanchez Tormes, and David Skeist, combines choral singing and black metal percussion; the music was composed by Skeist and Michael Rekevics.

The festival concludes February 11-12 with writer-director Deniz Khateri’s Longing Lights, an adaptation of thirteenth-century poet and mystic Attar Neishabouri’s Tazkirat al-Owlia, about Sufi saints and their miracles. The thirty-five-minute opera, with music by Bahar Royaee, focuses on the only female subject in the book, Rabia of Basra.

tanzmainz: SHARON EYAL’S SOUL CHAIN

Soul Chain is an explosive Joyce debut for tanzmainz (photo by Andreas Etter/tanzmainz)

SOUL CHAIN
The Joyce Theater
175 Eighth Ave. at Nineteenth St.
January 24-28
212-691-9740
www.joyce.org
www.staatstheater-mainz.com

German-based tanzmainz makes its explosive Joyce debut with Sharon Eyal’s Soul Chain, fifty-five minutes of pure exhilaration and intensity, a thumping trance rave executed with a thrilling military-like precision. An international cast of seventeen fearless dancers first enters the empty stage on relevé, one, two, and three at a time, walking on tiptoes and the balls of their feet determinedly in Rebecca Hytting’s tight-fitting beige leotards, which run from shoulder to buttocks, most of the men bare-chested. Soon they are forming a hive or collective, part apian, part Borg, angulating their arms and legs with movements evoking insects; some collective members stand out by keeping an arm raised — or swiveling a head back and forth for a frightening amount of time — while the others dance in unison. (The brave company features Elisabeth Gareis, Daria Hlinkina, Cassandra Martin, Nora Monsecour, Amber Pansters, Maasa Sakano, Marija Slavec-Neeman, Milena Wiese, Zachary Chant, Paul Elie, Finn Lakeberg, Christian Leveque, Jaume Luque Parellada, Cornelius Mickel, Matti Tauru, Alberto Terribile, and Federico Longo.)

Alon Cohen’s stark lighting isolates individuals and cuts the stage in half, furthering the idea of a group and singular entities. Dancers occasionally break free and perform improvised solos that challenge the limits of physical possibility as Israeli composer and DJ Ori Lichtik’s original industrial techno score echoes through the theater, beating into your bones. Lichtik and Jerusalem-born choreographer Eyal of L-E-V, a former longtime Batsheva dancer and house choreographer, worked in conjunction with the dancers as the piece developed, establishing their own creative collective that ultimately links up with the audience. (To get in the mood, check out the accompanying Spotify playlist, consisting of forty songs that inspired the troupe.)

The night I went, the crowd didn’t want to leave at the end, joining together for three boisterous curtain calls, followed by an informative talkback with tanzmainz director Honne Dohrmann, dancers Monsecour and Longo, and Joyce marketing manager Nadia Halim, who shed more light on the process of making Soul Chain, emphasizing collaboration, protecting bodies, and Eyal’s goal of promoting passion and love and celebrating uniqueness amid longing and loneliness.

UNDER THE RADAR: FIELD OF MARS

Richard Maxwell’s Field of Mars explores the history of human existence from an Applebee’s in Chapel Hill, North Carolina (photo by Whitney Browne)

NEW YORK CITY PLAYERS: FIELD OF MARS
NYU Skirball
566 LaGuardia Pl.
January 19-22, 24-29, $60
publictheater.org
nyuskirball.org

“OMG.”

That three-letter digital exclamation is said throughout Richard Maxwell’s new play, Field of Mars, stated plainly by several characters as if it is just another article or preposition. As has been Maxwell’s style since he started his company, New York City Players, in 1999, all words are given similar treatment, delivered dryly, sans any deep emotion, all of equal weight and meaning. omg.

Named after an ancient term for a large public space or military parade ground, Field of Mars is about the beginning and the end of everything on Earth, with God himself portrayed by Phil Moore, who, with equal weight and meaning, also plays a manager at an Applebee’s in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, which serves as a kind of way station for humanity.

The audience sits on four rows of rafters onstage, facing the actors, in the otherwise empty NYU Skirball Center, which commissioned the piece for the Public’s Under the Radar Festival. The nonlinear story takes place on lighting designer Sascha van Riel’s relaxing set, a relatively featureless restaurant booth on one side, a bar/hostess station on the other, where Gillian Walsh is an alternate version of St. Peter at the gates of heaven, more concerned with her cover band and her BF than the future of the planet. The set is reminiscent of the one van Riel built and gets torn down in Maxwell’s The Evening, identified in that 2015 work as “a garbagey void” in “a lonely corner of the universe.”

Brian Mendes and Jim Fletcher rehearse for NYCP’s Field of Mars (photo courtesy New York City Players)

The show opens with Adam (Brian Mendes) and Eve (Walsh) in the Garden of Eden, disguised as a popular American chain eatery, and moves through various bizarre, seemingly unconnected scenarios involving music, invisible food, both evolution and creationism, and one hell of an orgy.

In the lengthiest segment, an early version of which I saw at the Clemente and is now more fully formed, two older musicians (Jim Fletcher and Mendes, the latter in his trademark Jerry Garcia T) are pitching their new song to a pair of younger producers (Nicholas Elliott and James Moore), one of whom is, well, an asshole who claims that punk rock never existed. The men’s long, Don DeLillo–like list of cool bands could have used some shortening — the play is too long at two and a half hours, with intermission — but Maxwell (The Vessel, Isolde, Paradiso) is not in a hurry here.

Characters in Kaye Voyce’s everyday costumes walk and squiggle slowly, the narrator (Tory Vazquez) has an extensive phone conversation about pigments with what sounds like a chatbot, early humans (Elliott, James Moore, Eleanor Hutchins, and Paige Martin) evolve, and three of the musicians, after discussing what their songs are really about, lamely “jam” on electric guitars, which are not plugged into amps, as life goes on around them. Meanwhile, the Applebee’s employees (Walsh, Moore, Martin, Lakpa Bhutia) wear masks around their chins as if understanding there’s a health crisis but not worrying about it.

So, what is Field of Mars really about? As one character notes, “Sometimes the confusion is part of it.” Perhaps we’re sitting onstage because we’re all part of this confusion, part of the problem as we potentially face the end times, masks around our chins.

There’s no program, just a glossy one-sheet with only the most basic of information, along with a free souvenir paper poster that features a drawing of a stick figure in a doorway on one side and advises on the other, “I promise I will not look to the natural world to make up for my lack of spirituality ever again.”

OMG. It all makes perfect sense to me.

TICKET ALERT: THE STRANGE UNDOING OF PRUDENCIA HART

National Theatre of Scotlands THE STRANGE UNDOING OF PRUDENCIA HART

The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart is making a return engagement to the McKittrick Hotel (photo by Jenny Anderson)

THE STRANGE UNDOING OF PRUDENCIA HART
The Heath in the McKittrick Hotel
542 West 27th St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
Wednesday – Monday, March 10 – April 30, $123.50 – $150.50
mckittrickhotel.com

Six years ago, the McKittrick Hotel presented The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart, a devilishly fun immersive show in its Heath Bar. The production is back for a return engagement March 10 – April 30, and tickets are going fast, so you better hurry if you want to catch this popular international hit. Below is my original rave from January 2017.

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Since March 2011, audiences in masks have been roaming around the McKittrick Hotel in Chelsea, following characters into nearly every nook and cranny in Punchdrunk’s Sleep No More, a show, inspired by Macbeth, that redefined immersive theater. Now the same production company, Emursive, is presenting a twist on theatrical immersion with the National Theatre of Scotland’s international hit The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart, which continues at the McKittrick’s Heath Bar through April 23. This time, instead of the audience chasing the characters, the characters, who don masks at one point, move throughout the pub, talking to audience members, weaving around the space, sitting and standing on tables and chairs, and requesting audience help manufacturing some paper props. Created by writer David Greig (who appropriately enough wrote Dunsinane, a sequel to Macbeth) and director Wils Wilson, The Strange Undoing is about Edinburgh academic Prudencia Hart (Melody Grove), who is attending a conference in Kelso on border ballads, folk songs that were most famously written and collected by Sir Walter Scott. Also at the conference is Prudencia’s archrival, the motorcycle-riding Dr. Colin Syme (Paul McCole), who is described as “Dr. Colin Syme blokeish — obsessed with his kit / He’d eat himself if he was a biscuit.” (Much of the tale is related in delightful rhythmic couplets.) Snowed in on Midwinter’s Night, the prudish Prudencia rejects Colin’s offer to stay with him and instead makes her way through a Costco parking lot to a bed and breakfast that appears to be run by the devil himself (Peter Hannah). Meanwhile, musical director Alasdair Macrae and Annie Grace play multiple roles as well as various instruments, singing traditional ballads in addition to shanties written for the show, imbedded with a sly sense of humor. There’s even karaoke.

(photo by Jenny Anderson)

The National Theatre of Scotland’s The Strange Undoing of Prudencia Hart is devilishly good fun (photo by Jenny Anderson)

There are also plenty of self-referential treats. “This is exactly the sort of snow that if it were in a border ballad would poetically presage some kind of doom for an innocent heroine or an encounter on the moor with a sprite or villain or the losing of the heroine’s selfhood in the great white emptiness of the night,” Prudencia says at a critical juncture. Movement director Janice Parker keeps the cast, dressed in terrific period costumes with a contemporary twist, from knocking into the customers on Georgia McGuinness’s set, as references are made to the Proclaimers and Kylie Minogue, such topics as “Border Ballads: Neither Border nor Ballad?” and “The Topography of Hell in Scottish Balladry” are raised, the legendary ballad character Tam Lin is discussed, and free shots of Scotch are offered before the show and complimentary finger sandwiches are passed around at intermission. As with Sleep No More, the more you invest yourself into the proceedings, the more you will get out of it. Our enjoyment of the production was enhanced by our tablemates, who just happened to be the parents of one of the actors, making for some great conversation and many toasts. It’s all devilishly good fun, a time-traveling ballad that would make Sir Walter Scott proud.

BODY AS VESSEL: VIVIAN CACCURI AND MILES GREENBERG ON “THE SHADOW OF SPRING”

Vivian Caccuri and Miles Greenberg will discuss their collaboration “The Shadow of Spring” at the New Museum (photos courtesy of the artists)

Who: Vivian Caccuri, Miles Greenberg, Bernardo Mosqueira
What: Artist talk on “The Shadow of Spring”
Where: New Museum Theater, 235 Bowery at Prince
When: Thursday January 26, $10, 6:30
Why: You’d be doing yourself a disservice if you head to the New Museum to catch the subtle, intimate three-floor exhibition “Theaster Gates: Young Lords and Their Traces” before it closes on February 5 without also checking out multidisciplinary artists Vivian Caccuri and Miles Greenberg’s “The Shadow of Spring” in the lobby gallery.

Commissioned exclusively for the space, the show features two urethane fountains by Greenberg, each containing a kind of totem of broken human figures, in between two maplike embroidered wall hangings by Caccuri depicting faceless naked people engaged in various types of contact. The frames and base are speaker systems thumping out music that merges with the sounds of water dripping in the fountains, sending ritualistic vibrations throughout the room. Caccuri’s Vessel Flame and Vessel Body were inspired by Dante’s Inferno and raves held at her studio; the sounds were adapted from recordings of Greenberg’s body following workouts. Greenberg’s Mars and Janus statues were developed from one of his durational performances and used 3D scans to create the fragmented body parts. This is the first time Caccuri and Greenberg have collaborated together, presenting an encased environment that explores the relationship between sound and body, ritual and community, and nature and humanity.

On January 26 at 6:30, Caccuri, born and based in São Paulo, and Greenberg, who was born in Montreal and lives and works in New York and Reykjavik, Iceland, will be at the New Museum Theater for the artist talk “Body as Vessel,” in which they will discuss “The Shadow of Spring” in addition to their individual practices and processes; Brazilian exhibition curator Bernardo Mosqueira will moderate the conversation.