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FILMS OF PATRICIA ROZEMA: A RETROSPECTIVE

The career of Canadian auteur Patricia Rozema will be celebrated at Roxy retrospective

FILMS OF PATRICIA ROZEMA
Roxy Cinema
2 Sixth Ave. at Church St.
April 5-11
www.roxycinemanewyork.com

“You know, the smile that people have when they think they’re alone — that look people have when they think they’re alone or they’re not being watched — is entirely different from the way we are with others in the room,” award-winning Toronto New Wave director Patricia Rozema told David Schwartz in a November 1999 Museum of the Moving Image Pinewood Dialogue about Mansfield Park, her adaptation of the novel by Jane Austen. “I’m probably attracted to making movies because I’m a voyeur, because I wish for those moments. And since it’s illegal, for the most part, to capture them, you have to re-create them.”

Rozema will be at the Roxy Cinema for several Q&As during a weeklong retrospective consisting of five of her films, beginning April 5 at 7:15 with a 4K restoration of her second feature, White Room, which stars Maurice Godin, Margot Kidder, and Kate Nelligan in a dark fairy tale about murder and celebrity obsession; the screening will be followed by a Q&A with the Future of Film Is Female’s Caryn Coleman. On April 6 at 7:30 and April 11 at 7:30, Rozema will speak with Queer Forty editor-in-chief Merryn Johns after a screening of a 4K restoration of 1995’s When Night Is Falling, in which two university professors at a faith-based institution, Camille (Pascale Bussières) and Martin (Henry Czerny), are considering getting married until Camille is suddenly drawn to the mysterious acrobat Petra (Rachael Crawford).

On April 7 at 5:15, Rozema will discuss 2018’s Mouthpiece with writer director Charlie Kaufman; the film is based on a play by Amy Nostbakken and Norah Sadava, who star as two sides of the same woman, Cassandra, dealing with the death of their mother. And on April 8 at 7:00, Rozema will be on hand to talk with A. M. Homes about her debut, I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing. In addition, a 35mm print of Mansfield Park will be shown April 6 at 5:15, and White Room will have an encore screening on April 10 at 9:00.

“I believe in tension and release, in that if you stay in the the same tone and mode and intensity for too long, it actually becomes monotonous. When you change up your pace or your humor level, then the release is welcome,” Rozema says in the DVD audio commentary of Mansfield Park. “I believe that’s my biggest job: tone control, and maintaining enough unity so that it all feels like one movie and all the scenes belong together, and yet diversity so that emotional and narrative interest is maintained.”

Polly Vandersma (Sheila McCarthy) shares her unique view of the world in I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing

I’VE HEARD THE MERMAIDS SINGING (Patricia Rozema, 1987)
Monday, April 8, 7:00
www.roxycinemanewyork.com
www.kinolorber.com

“Gosh. You know, sometimes I think my head is like a gas tank. You have to be really careful what you put into it because it might just affect the whole system,” Polly Vandersma (Sheila McCarthy) says in I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing. “I mean, isn’t life the strangest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Considered one of the best films to ever come out of Canada, I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing is plenty strange itself. The 1987 comedy is a unique exploration of queer culture and belongs with such 1980s underground fare as Smithereens, Liquid Sky, and Repo Man as well as James McBride’s 1967 David Holzman’s Diary. In her second film, McCarthy stars as the birdlike Polly, a quirky, self-described “unsuccessful career woman” and “gal on the go,” a not-very-good girl Friday who is content being a temporary secretary, the antithesis of the ’80s archetype embodied by Tess McGill, the ambitious thirty-year-old portrayed by Melanie Griffith in Mike Nichols’s 1988 Working Girl.

The story is told in flashback as Polly makes a video about her simple existence, kind of like a precursor to the confessions in MTV’s The Real World but without the self-aggrandizement. Polly lives alone in Toronto, with no friends; now thirty-one, she lost both her parents ten years before. She’s not exactly smart or well rounded and not much of a conversationalist. When gallery curator Gabrielle (Paule Baillargeon) offers her a full-time position, Polly jumps at the chance, ready to immerse herself in the contemporary art world, which she knows nothing about, and Gabrielle’s personal life, which includes the sudden, unexpected return of her old girlfriend, Mary (Ann-Marie MacDonald).

Polly is an aspiring photographer who snaps pictures of people on the street hanging out, playing sports, and falling in love, all activities that seem to evade her. She develops the film in her bathroom, which she has converted into a makeshift darkroom. Meanwhile, she has endearing fantasies of climbing buildings, flying, and walking on water. Her photos and fantasies are in black-and-white, countering the pastel colors of her daily life. When she finds out that Gabrielle is a painter — her canvases literally glow, as if descended from heaven (while evoking the mysterious object in the trunk of the Chevy Malibu in Repo Man) — she becomes obsessed with her mentor’s works as both of them decide to pursue their artistic talents further.

Filmed in Toronto in one month for $275,000, I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing, winner of the Prix de la Jeunesse at the 1987 Cannes Film Festival, underwent a 4K restoration in 2017 as part of Canada 150, a celebration of the country’s 150th anniversary of its confederation. The title was taken from a line in T. S. Eliot’s poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”: “I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. / I do not think that they will sing to me.”

McCarthy, who also appeared in Rozema’s White Room, won the first of two Genie Awards for Best Actress, the Canadian equivalent of the Oscars, for Mermaids; she would nab the honor again six years later for Diane Kingswood’s The Lotus Eaters. She is mesmerizing as the endlessly eccentric, spikey-red-haired Polly, who is as peculiar and unpredictable as she is charming and endearing; it’s like she’s arrived from another planet, intent on learning what life can be about. Pay close attention to the scene in which Gabrielle and art critic Clive (Richard Monette) discuss a new painting by a gallery artist while Polly eavesdrops; they are actually talking about her potential transformation, even if she doesn’t realize it.

Rozema wrote, directed, edited, and coproduced the film, which features playful cinematography by Douglas Koch and a fab ’80s score by Mark Korven, alongside Ludwig van Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5.

Rozema will participate in a Q&A with author A. M. Homes following the screening. “I wanted to make a warm-spirited anti-authority film,” Rozema says in her director’s statement. “But most of all I wanted to make a film with Polly in it, one where she and I get to hear the mermaids singing.” We should consider ourselves fortunate to be able to do the same.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

NOVEL ENCOUNTERS: THE FILMS OF LEE CHANG-DONG

NOVEL ENCOUNTERS
Metrograph
7 Ludlow St. between Canal & Hester Sts.
April 5-28
212-660-0312
metrograph.com/film

Since his debut as a writer and director with 1997’s Green Fish, South Korean auteur has Lee Chang-dong has made only five subsequent feature films, which might actually add to his growing international reputation. Born on July 4, 1954, Lee is also a novelist, playwright, and short story writer and former Minister of Culture and Tourism. Metrograph will be screening all six full-length works in the series “Novel Encounters: The Films of Lee Chang-dong,” running April 5-28, featuring the US theatrical premieres of new 4K restorations of Green Fish, Peppermint Candy, Poetry, and Oasis. The series also includes A Brand New Life and A Girl at My Door, which Lee produced, and the below three works. “It brings me great delight and thrill to hold my retrospective at the esteemed Metrograph, renowned as a cherished haven for cinephiles in New York,” Lee said in a statement. “The films curated for this retrospective each serve as vessels for my earnest contemplations on life, society, and humanity, each in their own way.”

Burning

Lee Chang-dong’s Burning was the first South Korean movie to make the Oscar shortlist for Best Foreign Language Film

BURNING (Lee Chang-dong, 2018)
Friday, April 5, 9:30
Sunday, April 7, 4:30
Wednesday, April 10, 8:45
metrograph.com/film

Lee Chang-dong’s 2018 Burning, his first film since 2010, met with breakout success, becoming the first South Korean film to be shortlisted for a Best Foreign Language Oscar. Based on the short story “Barn Burning” by Japanese author Haruki Murakami, Burning is a psychological thriller, cowritten by Oh Jung-mi, about a wannabe young writer and slacker, Lee Jong-su (Yoo Ah-in), who bumps into an old classmate, Shin Hae-mi (Jeon Jong-seo), and starts up a new friendship with her, including taking care of her cat when she’s away. Lee is none too happy when she later shows up with Ben (Steven Yeun), who Jong-su thinks is wrong for her. Ben shares with Jong-su his penchant for burning down greenhouses, which only furthers Jong-su’s distrust of Ben, which does not please Hae-mi. At two and a half hours, Burning is long and slow moving, but it is also lushly photographed by Hong Kyung-pyo and deeply meditative, with a powerful ending that is worth waiting around for.

Secret Sunshine

Lee Shin-ae (Jeon Do-yeon) reexamines her life in Secret Sunshine

SECRET SUNSHINE (MILYANG) (Lee Chang-dong, 2007)
Saturday, April 13, 12:00
Sunday, April 14, 2:20
metrograph.com/film

Lee Chang-dong’s fourth film — and his first since 2002’s Oh Ah Shisoo (Oasis) — is a harrowing examination of immeasurable grief. After losing her husband, Lee Shin-ae (Jeon Do-yeon) decides to move with her young son, Jun (Seon Jeong-yeob), to Milyang, her late husband’s hometown. Milyang, which means “secret sunshine,” is a typical South Korean small town, where everyone knows everybody. Restarting her life, Shin-ae gets help from Kim Jong-chan (Song Kang-ho), a local mechanic who takes an immediate liking to her. But Shin-ae is more concerned with settling down with her son and giving piano lessons. When a horrific tragedy strikes, she begins to unravel, refusing help from anyone until she turns to religion, but even that does not save her from her ever-darkening sadness. Cannes Best Actress winner Jeon gives a remarkable, devastating performance, holding nothing back as she fights for her sanity. Song, best known for his starring role in Bong Joon-ho’s The Host, is charming as Jong-chan, a friendly man who is a little too simple to understand the depth of what is happening to Shin-ae. Don’t let the nearly two-and-a-half-hour running time scare you away; Secret Sunshine is an extraordinary film that does not feel nearly that long.

Yun Jung-hee returns to the screen for the first time in sixteen years in moving Poetry

Yun Jung-hee returns to the screen for the first time in sixteen years in moving Poetry

POETRY (SHI) (Lee Chang-dong, 2010)
Friday, April 26, 5:00 & 7:40
Saturday, April 27, 12:00 & 7:50
Sunday, April 28, 12:00 & 7:15
metrograph.com/film

Returning to the screen for the first time in sixteen years, legendary Korean actress Yun Jung-hee is mesmerizing in Lee Chang-dong’s beautiful, bittersweet, and poetic Poetry. Yun stars as Mija, a lovely but simple woman raising her teenage grandson, Wook (Lee David), and working as a maid for Mr. Kang (Kim Hi-ra), a Viagra-taking old man debilitated from a stroke. When she is told that Wook is involved in the tragic suicide of a classmate (Han Su-young), Mija essentially goes about her business as usual, not outwardly reacting while clearly deeply troubled inside. As the complications in her life grow, she turns to a community poetry class for solace, determined to finish a poem before the memory loss that is causing her to forget certain basic words overwhelms her. Winner of the Best Screenplay award at the 2010 Cannes Film Festival, Poetry is a gorgeously understated work, a visual, emotional poem that never drifts from its slow, steady pace. Writer-director Lee (Peppermint Candy, Secret Sunshine) occasionally treads a little too close to clichéd melodrama, but he always gets back on track, sharing the moving story of an unforgettable character. Throughout the film he offers no easy answers, leaving lots of room for interpretation, like poems themselves.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

FISH

Latricia (Torée Alexandre), LaRonda (Mikayla LaShae Bartholomew), Lakkayyah (Morgan Siobhan Green), and LaNeeyah (Margaret Odette) take the same elevator to different schools in Fish (Valerie Terranova Photography)

FISH
Theatre Row
410 West 42nd St. between Ninth & Tenth Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through April 20, $70
www.keencompany.org
theworkingtheater.org

In the prologue to her debut novel, 1970’s The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison recalls Dick and Jane and their children, a fictional, white middle-class family created in 1930 to help kids learn to read; for nearly four decades, they represented the American dream. Morrison writes, “Here is the house. It is green and white. It has a red door. It is very pretty. Here is the family. Mother, Father, Dick, and Jane live in the green-and-white house. They are very happy.” She shares further details of their idyllic existence, then repeats the paragraph twice, the words getting closer and closer until they are essentially unreadable. The dream is not for everyone.

The Bluest Eye plays a key role in Kia Corthron’s Fish, a coproduction of Keen Company and Working Theater that opened last night at Theatre Row. The hundred-minute show takes place primarily at a public school in an unidentified city in the present. It begins with four teenage girls, Latricia (Torée Alexandre), LaRonda (Mikayla LaShae Bartholomew), Lakkayyah (Morgan Siobhan Green), and LaNeeyah (Margaret Odette), meeting in an elevator. Latricia, who now prefers to be called Tree, is heading to the terrible public school on the fifth floor, where teachers come and go, there are little or no supplies, students don’t care about their classes, the nurse is only part-time, and every day is a struggle. The other three girls have managed to avoid that hell by being chosen in a lottery to attend the prim and pristine Peak and Pinnacle charter school on the heavenly sixth floor, known as the Penthouse, where they have all the bells and whistles, including clean bathrooms, new textbooks, musical instruments, devoted teachers, and a computer lab.

Tree’s latest homeroom teacher, Jasmine Harris (Rachel Leslie), has given her detention. Tree already has an assignment to write a short paper on a historical or contemporary Black woman, but Ms. Harris adds to her load by telling her she has to write another essay, on The Bluest Eye.

Tree argues, “I ain’t got time to write no hundred-word report! I gotta pick up my brother sixteen minutes, I gotta make the mac n cheese dinner and half the cheese clumps together! I ain’t some suburb desktop PC swimming pool, I’m real!” With her mother in jail and no father in the picture, Tree is taking care of her eleven-year-old asthmatic brother, Zay (Josiah Gaffney); she angrily explains that she doesn’t have a computer at home, has no time to go to the library, and can’t afford to buy any book. Ms. Harris unlocks her desk — she doesn’t trust the students, expecting them to steal from her — and hands Tree her personal copy, but she insists that Tree come in early and stay late each day to read it; she won’t just lend it out.

When tragedy strikes, Tree can only rely on herself to get through it.

Jasmine Harris (Rachel Leslie) tries to get through to Tree (Torée Alexandre) in play about failing education system (Valerie Terranova Photography)

Later, Tree tells Ms. Harris, “Oh wait, don’t tell me. First you was all idealism, all ‘I wanna make a change.’ But the years make you hard. Bitter. Now just bidin till retirement. That your cliché?” For much of the play, Corthron (Tempestuous Elements, A Cool Dip in the Barren Saharan Crick) and Williams (The Gospel Woman, A Limbo Large and Broad) successfully exploit clichés to make their points about an unfair, racially biased education system and social structure. Each scene is named after subjects, but they have multiple meanings — Homeroom deals with life at home, Speech and Debate involves an argument between Ms. Harris and Tree that gets personal, Social Studies explores friendship in and out of the classroom, Women’s Studies reveals surprising facts about Ms. Harris, and Geography is about searching for one’s place in the world.

But the last third of the play becomes mired in clichéd scenarios that are stale and obvious, hampered by concluding scenes that offer overly simplistic solutions while casting aside the conflicts that had driven the narrative up to that point. Corthron touches on such contemporary issues as standardized testing, budget cuts, teacher strikes, grading scandals, and school shootings in a kitchen-sink barrage, trying to squeeze in too much instead of concentrating on her well-developed characters.

The strong all-BIPOC ensemble does its best, but there’s not much they can do as the dialogue devolves into platitudes. The production lacks subtlety even in its smallest details, as when teacher Nabila Muhammad (Green) is quietly reading Other People’s Shoes, a memoir by award-winning white British actress Harriet Walter. The name “Tree” itself raises ideals of establishing roots and blooming, And I’m still trying to forget when Nadeem (Christopher B. Portley) asks Jasmine, “What’s a ‘scar city’?” upon seeing the word “scarcity” on a test.

Teachers Jasmine Harris (Rachel Leslie) and Nabila Muhammad (Morgan Siobhan Green) take a break in Fish (Valerie Terranova Photography)

Fish comes on the heels of two recent plays that explore similar issues in more nuanced and effective ways, Donja R. Love’s soft and Dave Harris’s Exception to the Rule, powerful works that challenge the audience while taking on the education system.

The evening I saw Fish, the fluorescent lights on the left side of Jason Simms’s set — divided into a classroom, a center section that changes from an elevator to a living room, and a table in the teachers lounge — flickered on and off. I thought it was representative of the shoddy state of the public school, but it turned out that it was a technical problem and the play had to be paused for several minutes. (The lighting is by Nic Vincent, with sound by Michael Keck and realistic costumes by Mika Eubanks.)

One of the show’s leitmotifs is the adage “Give a man a fish, you’ll feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, he’ll eat for a lifetime,” which is where the title of the play comes from, but here it feels trite and unnecessary. Meanwhile, the P&P students are assigned Ernest Hemingway’s 1952 novella, The Old Man and the Sea, in which the protagonist catches a marlin but has a battle on his hands to bring it to shore. Fish casts a wide net, but it ultimately comes away empty-handed.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

EASE ON DOWN: GOODBYE, YELLOW BRICK ROAD

The Wiz is back on Broadway for its fiftieth anniversary (photo by Jeremy Daniel)

THE WIZ
Marquis Theatre
210 West Forty-Sixth St. between Seventh & Eighth Aves.
Tuesday – Saturday through August 18, $88.75-$319.25
Monthly Monday nights: free with advance RSVP
wizmusical.com

The Wiz is back on the Great White Way, in a fiftieth-anniversary version at the Marquis Theatre that just began previews prior to an April 17 opening.

The world has been following the Yellow Brick Road since 1939, when Victor Fleming’s beloved film, The Wizard of Oz, dazzled audiences in theaters. Adapted from L. Frank Baum’s 1900 children’s novel The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, the first of fourteen books that would continue through 1920 — including the presciently titled Tik-Tok of Oz — the story was previously told in a 1902 Broadway musical and a series of silent films.

In October 1974, The Wiz: The Super Soul Musical “Wonderful Wizard of Oz” opened in Baltimore before moving to the Majestic Theatre on Broadway in January 1975. The all-Black cast featured Stephanie Mills as Dorothy, Hinton Battle as the Scarecrow, Tiger Haynes as the Tin Man, Ted Ross as the Cowardly Lion, Tasha Thomas as Aunt Em, Dee Dee Bridgewater as Glinda the Good Witch, Mabel King as the Wicked Witch of the West, and André De Shields as the Wiz. The production was nominated for eight Tonys and won seven, for Best Musical, Best Original Score, Best Direction, Best Choreography, Best Costume Design, and Best Performances by a Featured Actor and Actress in a Musical.

Director Sidney Lumet and screenwriter Joel Schumacher adapted the show into an all-star film in 1978, with Diana Ross as Dorothy, Michael Jackson as the Scarecrow, Nipsey Russell as the Tin Man, Ross as the Cowardly Lion, King as the Wicked Witch of the West, Lena Horne as Glinda, and Richard Pryor as the title character.

Beginning today, April 1, and happening the first Monday night of every month during the show’s run, the Marquis will replace the current live Broadway performers with holographic AI images of the actors from the film as they sing and dance on Hannah Beachler’s set. The technology was first used when a holographic Prince joined the real Justin Timberlake at the 2018 Super Bowl halftime show in Minneapolis and has since shown up in commercials with John Wayne, Tupac Shakur, and others.

“We believe this is a wonderful way to honor Baum’s original story and how it has impacted American culture, from 1900 to the 1970s up to today,” said Cloten Costard, spokesperson for the international AI conglomerate Le Premier Avril. “The Wiz is very much about belief in oneself and acknowledging that you are allowed to have your own feelings; you might not be able to reach out and touch these characters, but they will fill you with emotions, turning you inside out and upside down.”

Admission is free with advance RSVP to ease on down the road like never before.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here, where it is April 1 only once a year.]

IBSEN’S GHOST: AN IRRESPONSIBLE BIOGRAPHICAL FANTASY

Charles Busch is elegant as a très chic widow trying tp protect her late husband’s legacy in Ibsen’s Ghost (photo by James Leynse)

IBSEN’S GHOST
Primary Stages, 59E59 Theaters
59 East 59th St, between Park & Madison Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through April 14, $66-$131
212-279-4200
www.59e59.org

“Some novelist or playwright might conjure forth an irresponsible fantasy inventing relationships and conflicts that don’t exist,” Suzannah Thoresen Ibsen says in Ibsen’s Ghost. “He might remove Hanna from the wings and place her center stage. Imagine, my love, what diabolical tomfoolery could be made of us.”

There’s “diabolical tomfoolery” aplenty in the play, written by Charles Busch, who portrays Henrik Ibsen’s widow, served up with a plethora of camp, Busch’s stock in trade. But there’s a lot more to the story, a hilarious testament to gender identity and women’s sexuality.

Henrik Johan Ibsen is Norway’s most famous and respected playwright. In such works as Brand, Peer Gynt, A Doll’s House, Ghosts, An Enemy of the People, The Wild Duck, Rosmersholm, and Hedda Gabler — each of which is referenced directly or indirectly in Ibsen’s Ghost — Ibsen explored class struggle, the social order, religious intolerance, politics, family life, and women’s place in society. “Castles in the air — they are so easy to take refuge in. And easy to build, too,” the revolutionary dramatist and father of realism wrote in The Master Builder.

A coproduction of Primary Stages and George Street Playhouse running at 59E59 through April 14, the two-hour show (with intermission) is set in the Ibsen home in Oslo in June 1906, shortly after Henrik died at the age of seventy-eight. His longtime publisher, George Elstad (Christopher Borg), has arrived at the house and asked Suzannah (Busch), her husband’s literary executrix, to examine the personal letters the couple had exchanged over the course of their nearly fifty-year marriage.

“We will see him in every future play that lifts the iron lid off polite society,” George boasts. Suzannah offers, “To contribute to that legacy, I have decided to relinquish these letters that have been moldering in a safe deposit box over at the Royal Oslo Bank. I see them as the foundation for a compelling and important book.” The excited George replies, “The letters of Henrik Ibsen are of immense literary importance and, I might add, as his publisher, of remunerative value.” But he is disappointed to discover that the letters are merely everyday domestic conversations that contribute no insight into Henrik’s genius, so he rejects them. An outraged Suzannah declares, “How dare you, George Elstad, how dare you slap me across the face with my insignificance! You, a pretentious, ineffectual bourgeois!”

That exchange gets to the heart of the play, the position of the wife, or any woman, as it relates to a famous man’s contributions to the world. Suzannah was a writer herself, having translated German author Gustav Freytag’s Graf Waldemar into Norwegian, but she gave up that potential career in order to assist in her husband’s labors, serve as muse, and raise their son, Sigurd, a lawyer and statesman who has become the prime minister. (Busch adjusts the actual timeline here, as Sigurd was prime minister from 1903 to 1905 so was not in office when his father died.)

Suzannah encounters a sailor sneaking about who turns out to be Wolf (Thomas Gibson), Henrik’s illegitimate son from an old dalliance, long before he met Suzannah, with an Irish servant girl; Suzannah tells Wolf that she was aware of his existence. He is seeking a keepsake from his father, but Suzannah soon involves him in more illicit behavior. (Henrik did have an illegitimate son with a maid, but Wolf’s tale is invented.)

Suzannah is visited by Magdalene Kragh Thoresen (Judy Kaye), her stepmother, a successful author in her own right and a thorn in Suzannah’s side. Apparently apologizing, Magdalene says, “Suzannah, I feel dreadful that I haven’t seen you since the funeral. And my blundering rudeness in criticizing your appearance as the coffin was being lowered into the ground. . . . But, Suzannah, my darling, that wrinkled polka dot veil.” Suzannah responds, “I wasn’t wearing a veil.” A moment later, Magdalene describes a dinner party she attended at which she “spent nearly an hour devouring each heavenly morsel.” Suzannah remarks, “Your favorite pastime. Picking the flesh off bones.”

The next day, Suzannah meets with George, Magdalene, and Hanna Solberg (Jennifer Van Dyck), who is peddling a tell-all about her relationship with Henrik. Suzannah explains that “she was the first of my husband’s princesses. . . . His acquaintanceship with these women was purely intellectual.” Hanna says that although she might have been “a vestal virgin at Ibsen’s altar,” she promises, “My diary will shed light on some unwelcome truths.” Suzannah and Hanna, who is harboring another major secret, debate over who was more of a muse to Henrik, arguing especially over who was the inspiration for Nora in A Doll’s House; Suzannah is enraged that Hanna’s book is entitled I, Nora.

In the second act, the Rat Wife (Borg) — a character in Ibsen’s 1894 play, Little Eyolf — knocks on the door, asking, “Have you good people any troublesome thing that gnaws here?” Suzannah demands that she leave, but she snoops around the room, noting, “There is something sad and grey lurking within the walls.”

Meanwhile, through it all, Gerda (Jen Cody), the housekeeper, never stops catering to the guests, entering and leaving with a torturous, twisted limp that is painful to watch but also, surprisingly, brings her pleasure. “Didn’t Dr. Esbjornsen diagnose that the curvature of your spine might lead to unwanted sensations in the pubis?” Suzannah asks her early on. Gerda answers, “That humiliating diagnosis is etched in my memory.” Later, Gerda explains, “I’ve done my best to keep [the house] neat and clean. I am just one person with a crooked patella, a tilted coccyx, and a flat foot with a plantar’s wart.” But she is more than just additional comic relief in this clever comedy.

Ibsen’s Ghost features a marvelous cast at 59E59 (photo by James Leynse)

Ibsen’s Ghost is a fast and furious feminist romp. The fictionalized but all-too-true world created by writer and star Busch (The Confession of Lily Dare, The Tribute Artist) and his longtime director, Carl Andress (The Divine Sister, Die, Mommie, Die!), tackles numerous women’s issues with grandiose humor that reveals historical and contemporary truths. Speaking to Wolf, who says his “surname has always been up for question,” Suzannah rhetorically replies, “We have much in common. Am I Suzannah Ibsen or Suzannah Thoresen? Who is Suzannah Ibsen?”

Each of the female characters in the play wrestle with who they are, professionally, personally, and sexually. Hanna wears trousers, writes books as a man, and has left her husband for a young painter “who loves me first as a human being and then as a woman.” Magdalene is a widow intent on making a name for herself as a writer, working at the same time on “a play, a novel, an opera libretto, a cycle of poems, a ballet scenario, and three short stories.” The Rat Wife is known as “the Rat Woman, Mother Rat, Madame La Rat, and, in some quarters, Lady Rat-Face,” not exactly kind sobriquets given the services she actually renders. Suzannah is trying to assert her part in her husband’s career while also exploring her future as a single woman who is ravenous for sex. And Gerda can barely move an inch without experiencing horrific pain and tantalizing orgasms.

Shoko Kambara’s set is a lovely living room with Victorian furniture, including a vertical porcelain stove. Two tall trees rise from either side, extending their branches and leaves over the space, melding interior and exterior. The outside neighborhood is projected onto the walls and back of the room, making it appear that the large doors stage right lead directly into the National Theatre, where, in real life, a statue of Ibsen stands guard. Ken Billington’s lighting and Jill BC Du Boff and Ien DeNio’s sound amp up the kitsch with cinematic flair. Gregory Gale’s costumes and Bobbie Zlotnik’s hair, wig, and makeup are fun and fanciful, from Suzannah’s black capelet and flowing gown and her bright-colored bedclothes to Hanna’s archery outfit, the Rat Wife’s fussy frock, and Magdalene’s extreme hats and coifs.

Tony nominee Busch (The Tale of the Allergist’s Wife, Vampire Lesbians of Sodom) is fabulous as Suzannah, articulating her fears and desires, her hopes and dreams, her pride and shame in a turn of the head, a blink of an eye, the raising of an brow, or a knowing glance at the audience. Busch has full command of the stage and the character; he performs in drag so well that his standby is Kate Hampton, a woman.

Two-time Tony winner Kaye (Phantom of the Opera, Nice Work If You Can Get It) is resplendent as the gossipy Magdalene, Borg (The Confession of Lily Dare, Judith of Bethulia) is a blast as the serious George and the mysterious Rat Wife, Gibson (Chicago Hope, Dharma & Greg) is appropriately hunky as the not-so-bad Wolf, and Cody (Shrek, Urinetown) is uproarious as the physically hampered Gerda, but Van Dyck (Hedda Gabler, Dancing at Lughnasa) gives Busch the most run for his money as the bold and brazen Hanna; the two actors chew up as much scenery as is humanly possible, matching their characters’ intense rivalry. I can’t remember the last time so many scenes in a play were greeted with instant, joyous applause.

Hovering over it all is Henrik Ibsen himself, ever-present in a large portrait on the back wall behind the settee. I’d like to think his ghost is enjoying the show as much as audiences are, if not more.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

ON THE ADAMANT

On the Adamant tells the story of a floating sanctuary for people with mental illness

ON THE ADAMANT (Nicolas Philibert, 2023)
IFC Center
323 Sixth Ave. at West Third St.
Opens Friday, March 29
212-924-7771
www.ifccenter.com
kinolorber.com

“Mentally sick people have no family,” François Gozlan says in Nicolas Philibert’s charming and heartwarming On the Adamant. Winner of the Golden Bear at the 2023 Berlinale, the documentary is set on board the Adamant, a beautiful floating sanctuary docked at the Quai de la Rapée on the Seine, where a community of men and women with mental illness voluntarily gather for meetings, workshops, and general camaraderie, forming their own kind of chosen family. Started in July 2010 by the Paris Central Psychiatric Group and affiliated with the Saint-Maurice hospital complex, the Adamant offers compassionate care while encouraging the patients to explore their social and artistic sides.

Over the course of seven months in 2021 during the Covid crisis, Philibert compiled one hundred hours of footage, filming the group going over their budget, welcoming new people, playing music, cooking, painting, and working behind a coffee counter. While there are various nurses, a psychiatrist or psychologist, occupational therapists, and hospital service agents present, they are not easy to identify; no one is wearing white lab coats or name cards, so it’s not always immediately clear who is the patient and who is the caregiver.

Director, cinematographer, and editor Philibert, with a crew of no more than four, alternates between being a fly on the wall at meetings and workshops and speaking with several of the patients, who are aware, for the most part, of their medical situations and share poignant details of their personal lives. One woman discusses how she misses her teenage son, who went into foster care when he was five because, as she explains, “My mind was a mess.” A man plays a lovely tune on the piano and sings, “Nobody’s perfect.” Another man who plays the electric guitar says, “Everyone has thought of a magic wand. ‘No more this, no more that, I’ll be different.’” The dapper Frédéric Prieur, who is obsessed with the tragic deaths of Jim Morrison, James Dean, and Gérard Philipe, points out that he writes stories and songs because “I want to understand at all costs why such things happened to us.”

One man talks about his violent tendencies and ravings, admitting that without his pills he has “acute fits and hallucinations”; when he says, “Lucky I’m not armed,” it’s hard not to be reminded of the controversy in the United States about gun control. Another declares, “The people here aren’t terrorists. . . . They’re very fragile people. I’m very fragile myself. People have image problems here. That’s because others can look at us . . . In the Metro, we have slightly broken faces, maybe. I don’t know. People always give us curious looks.” But there’s nothing political in Philibert’s film other than showing that there are benevolent, humane options for treating the mentally ill, which he lets us see for ourselves; he doesn’t have any experts lecturing about what is happening on board and outside the Adamant.

Meanwhile, others share their hopes and dreams, which are not always feasible, lost in fantasies that are disconnected to reality — and perhaps more relevant to each of us than we might be willing to admit.

“You have some real stars here. Better than movie actors,” one man proudly boasts, and he’s right. As On the Adamant continues, the patients develop as unique characters in their own way, not stereotypes or caricatures put on display.

The Adamant is a refuge for people with mental illness to explore their creative sides

The film opens with Gozlan performing a screeching version of Téléphone’s “Human Bomb,” shouting out with defiance, “I want to talk to you about me, about you / Inside I see images, colors / that aren’t mine / that sometimes scare me, / sensations that can drive us mad / Our senses are the strings of pathetic marionettes / Our senses are the path to our mind / The human bomb, you have it in your hand / The detonator’s there just next to your heart / The human bomb is you, it belongs to you / If you let anyone take over your destiny / it’s the end.”

The Adamant offers the patients on board the chance to control at least part of their destiny. But the film, the first of a trilogy Philibert is making in conjunction with the Paris Central Psychiatric Group, closes with the Adamant enveloped in fog, as the future of people with mental illness is far from clear.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]

LAURENCE FISHBURNE: LIKE THEY DO IN THE MOVIES

Laurence Fishburne debuts one-man show at PAC NYC (photo by Joan Marcus)

LIKE THEY DO IN THE MOVIES
Perelman Performing Arts Center (PAC NYC)
251 Fulton St.
Through March 31, $64-$158
pacnyc.org

I’ve been closely following the career of Laurence Fishburne since I saw Apocalypse Now when it premiered at the Ziegfeld in the summer of 1979, paying an exorbitant five bucks for a ticket and a special program. Fishburne, who was fourteen when filming got underway, played Mr. Clean, a crew member from the Bronx aboard a Navy river patrol boat heading up the Nùng River on a dangerous secret mission during the Vietnam War. On June 2, 1992, I was at the Walter Kerr Theatre, seeing August Wilson’s Two Trains Running, its first show since Fishburne had won a Tony for Best Performance by an Actor in a Featured Role in a Play two days earlier, only the second Black man to earn that honor, following Zakes Mokae in Master Harold . . . and the Boys ten years earlier. I am not a fan of entrance applause, but that night Fishburne was greeted with one of the longest and loudest ovations I’ve ever been a part of.

So I had high expectations for the world premiere of his one-man show, Like They Do in the Movies, continuing at PAC NYC through March 31. In the nearly two-and-a-half-hour presentation (including intermission), Fishburne once again displays his vast talents as a compelling storyteller; his resume consists of more than 130 film, television, and stage appearances, with five Emmys, the Tony, and an Oscar nomination to his credit.

The show gets off to a terrific beginning as Fishburne, in a black sequined dress and hood, introduces himself after a projection of dozens of his films flash past on a large rectangular screen behind him. He calls his acting career “a polite way of saying I’ve been a bullshit artist all my life.” He then tells the audience that he is going to share a series of stories in which “some are true, some pure fiction, and some are a mix of both.”

Amiable and warm, Fishburne starts by recounting his childhood; he was born in Augusta, Georgia, on July 31, 1960, and later moved to Brooklyn. His mother, Hattie Bell Crawford, was an eccentric character who operated a charm school in their home; his father, known as Big Fish, was a corrections officer and womanizer. Fishburne relates tales about his parents and grandparents as photographs of them appear on the screen. He describes his mother as having narcissistic personality disorder type 2 and says that she was sexually abusive toward him. He ends numerous deeply personal anecdotes by promising, “More about that later.” Alas, that is not always the case.

The center section, which makes up the bulk of the play, comprises five long tales that seem to have been told directly to Fishburne or that he witnessed. He enacts them in exquisite detail, performing multiple roles with great skill and changing costumes, from a casual blazer and slacks to a lush caftan to an ill-fitting sweater and street clothes. No costume designer is credited, so perhaps the duds come from his own closet.

Each of the vignettes, which might or might not be completely true, is engrossing. A tough-talking ex-con named Fitzpatrick who works for the Daily News impersonates a cop on the subway. A homeless man discusses his plans for the future as he washes cars. A lawyer wants to get his family out of New Orleans as Katrina hits but his wife, an OB/GYN nurse, has three patients ready to give birth. A retired policeman rambles on as he attempts to keep fans away from Fishburne while the actor is taking a break on a movie set. And a British ex-pat explains how he is not a pimp as he offers Fishburne his choice of women at an Australian bordello.

Director Leonard Foglia (Thurgood, which earned Fishburne a Best Leading Actor Tony nomination for his portrayal of Thurgood Marshall) keeps Fishburne moving about on Neil Patel’s set, which contains a few chairs and a table that are reconfigured for each segment. Elaine J. McCarthy’s projections display photographic backdrops helping identify locations. Tyler Micoleau’s lighting and Justin Ellington’s sound, with interstitial clips from jazz, R&B, gospel, and rock songs, are on target.

As well done as the scenes are, they don’t lend insight into Fishburne’s own character, his real self; the Australian anecdote is particularly disconcerting as the audience wonders whether Fishburne is relating an actual experience he had at a brothel.

He then returns to his personal narrative, delving into several startling family revelations and his parents’ late-in-life illnesses. He doesn’t talk about his career, and he says nothing about his partners and mentions his son Langston only once. (Fishburne has been divorced twice and has three children.) We already know that Fishburne is one of the best American actors of his generation, through his myriad outstanding performances; we want to learn more about him as an individual, as a human being, especially after he teases us in the first act. He doesn’t tie up enough loose ends, which is of course his prerogative, but days after I saw the play, I’m still wanting more. I had a similar experience at John Lithgow’s 2018 solo show, Stories by Heart, in which too much time was spent on his reenacting — brilliantly — two short stories that his father would read to him and his siblings.

In the program, Fishburne thanks Whoopi Goldberg, John Leguizamo, and Anna Deavere Smith for “showing me the way.” That trio of stalwart solo performers have mastered going between autobiography and exploring the state of contemporary culture and politics. Fishburne is eminently likable and riveting, but Like They Do in the Movies might have benefited from a better balance of the two.

[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer and editor; you can follow him on Substack here.]