live performance

FACETS OF THE PAST: JIMIN SEO AND DIANA SEOHYUNG CELEBRATE PARK HYUNKI AT GALLERY HYUNDAI

Who: Jimin Seo, Diana SeoHyung
What: An evening of special readings
Where: Gallery Hyundai New York Project Space, 529 West Twentieth St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
When: Wednesday, December 17, free with advance RSVP, 6:00
Why: “I am a child of nothing / that is to say / I am a child of books and the voice they sang / into my body, and like a ghost stole my voice / to sing whatever they have to say to you / in my first language, in every language, not for sale, not for sale, 사라지는 팔짜,” Jimin Seo writes in his debut poetry collection, September 2024’s OSSIA. On December 17 at 6:00, the Seoul-born, New York City–based poet will be at Gallery Hyundai New York Project Space in Chelsea to participate in a special evening of readings in conjunction with the exhibition “Park Hyunki: Pass Through the City,” which features video and photographic installations, alongside archival material, by the late Korean minimalist video pioneer who passed away in 2000 at the age of fifty-seven. It was originally presented in 1981 on a fifty-foot-long trailer truck moving through the streets of Daegu in southeast Korea. Jimin will read from Park’s writings in Korean as well as from OSSIA. He will be joined by writer and translator Diana SeoHyung, who will share her translation of Park’s text in English. Admission is free with advance RSVP.

“It may have been vague then, but at that time, I wholeheartedly put my energy into moving towards anything but technology. I became fully absorbed in and moved towards various facets of our past – our images, the videos of our past, and their paradigms,” Park wrote in 1978. “Once I decided to see it this way – our ways, my ways – I felt at ease, as there was no need to consider or worry about our neighbors. Therefore, that is when I began to experiment by using past footage with ponds, rivers, and springs as the stage of my work, near the Nakdong river.” The gallery exhibition continues through February 14.

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

NOT JUST BLACK AND WHITE: MEET THE CARTOZIANS AND ARMENIAN AMERICAN HERITAGE

Lawyer Wallace McCamant (Will Brill) seeks to help Armenian immigrants gain US citizenship in Meet the Cartozians (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

MEET THE CARTOZIANS
Second Stage Theater at the Pershing Square Signature Center
The Irene Diamond Stage
305 West 43rd St. between Eighth & Ninth Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through December 14, $69-$125
2st.com/shows

Talene Yeghisabet Monahon makes a giant leap forward with her exquisitely rendered new play, Meet the Cartozians, a timely and sensitive tale of immigration, assimilation, racial profiling, and culture. The first act takes place in 1923–24 in Portland, Oregon, as Tatos Cartozian (Nael Nacer), an Armenian-born Christian, and his family must fight to prove he is white to prevent the US government from canceling his naturalization. The second act occurs one hundred years later in Glendale, California, as four American-born Armenians prepare to share stories celebrating their heritage on a reality show hosted by an immensely popular celebrity influencer (Tamara Sevunts) who is a descendant of that family.

“We are all trying to uh, let’s say, make sense? Of why this is happening now,” Hazel (Obie winner Susan Pourfar), Tatos’s daughter, says to their well-heeled lawyer, Wallace McCamant (Tony winner Will Brill), in 1923, a sly reference to the treatment of immigrants and people of color today.

A century later, Alan O’Brien (Brill), a production tech on the TV program Meet the Cartozians, tells the guests, “So let me get this straight. The original Cartozians fought to be white so that Armenians could have privileges, right? And now, it sort of feels like Armenians are fighting to not be white . . . so you can like, get more privileges. Am I right about that?”

In 1923, Tatos, a soft-spoken man who speaks heavily accented broken English, lives in a lovely home with his wife (Sevunts), their daughter, Hazel, and his mother, Markrid (two-time Tony winner Andrea Martin). While Hazel and her brother, the impeccably attired Vahan (Raffi Barsoumian), are adapting to the American way of life, the stern Markrid is trying to preserve as much Armenian tradition as she can. After insisting that Wallace take a piece of her homemade kadayif, a sweet dessert, and seeing that he has not finished it, she is offended. Hazel asserts, “I’m sorry. In Armenia, it is a bit rude not to eat. But in America, I think maybe it is rude to force someone to eat.” When Markrid brings out a plate of the sesame-based simit, Wallace declines to taste one, further upsetting Markrid.

Talking about the case, Wallace says, “In 1790, the good men who founded this country extended the offer of naturalized citizenship to all ‘free white persons of good character.’ That was who they felt oughta become American citizens.” Vahan, who works with his father, sister, and naturalized uncle in the family’s successful oriental rug business, proclaims that they are solid white Christians, but Wallace explains that other factors are involved, including skin and hair color, eye and face shape, and “the terrific tendency of Armenians to intermingle and procreate with white populations all over the world.” Wallace commiserates with the Cartozians, pointing out that his paternal grandfather emigrated from Ireland during the potato famine and experienced bigotry when he first came to America.

They also refer several times indirectly to the genocide of approximately 1.5 million Armenians at the hands of the Ottoman Empire during WWI, leaving them without a nation. “It is no longer a place,” Tatos says. Hazel counters, “I think it is fine to say Armenia still. I say Armenia when I speak of home.” Tatos responds, “This is our home. Portland. America.”

The cast of Meet the Cartozians portrays different characters in 1924 and 2024 (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

In 2024, Robert Zakian (Nacer), Rose Sarkisian (Martin), and Nardek Vartoumian (Barsoumian) are in the home of Leslie Malconian (Pourfar), which features a Christmas tree, a rack of clothes, film equipment, an oriental rug, and an empty chair facing a table and a couch. The four TV guests, who have never met before, select over-the-top costumes that are supposed to represent their heritage, but they have become so Americanized that they don’t really know that much about where they came from.

When Leslie brings out two plates of homemade simit, one gluten-free, Rose starts an argument about Armenian cuisine, which she is not fond of. “I miss the food Mama made,” Robert says wistfully, a potent comment since the actors portraying Robert and Rose played Tatos and Markrid in the first act. Alan, whose family, like Wallace’s, emigrated from Ireland, tries to commiserate with the Armenians, pointing out that his paternal grandfather experienced bigotry when he first came to America and was not considered to be white; Brill plays both Alan and Wallace.

As the characters await the arrival of the host, they get into heated discussions about Armenian history, cultural appropriation, skin color, politics, and the genocide. Praising an episode of the series in which the host visited Armenia, Rose notes, “Most people in the world never knew what the Armenian genocide was before that. Many people didn’t even know that Armenia was a country before that.” Nardek adds, “A lot of people still don’t, sadly.”

They certainly will know after seeing Meet the Cartozians.

The play was inspired by the pop-culture phenomenon Keeping Up with the Kardashians, the reality show that detailed the lives of the Armenian American Kardashian clan for twenty seasons, and the actual 1925 court case United States v. Cartozian, in which the Portland firm of McCamant & Thompson represented rug dealer Tatos Osgihan Cartozian in his quest to gain American citizenship.

Monahon, a Massachusetts-born, New York City–based actor and playwright of Armenian and Irish descent, has previously explored historical fiction in The Good John Proctor (the Salem witch trials), Jane Anger (the 1606 London plague), and How to Load a Musket (Revolutionary and Civil War reeanactors). In Meet the Cartozians, Monahon has superbly melded fact and fiction, expertly linking the two different time periods and relating the action in both eras to today’s arrest, deportation, and murder of legal and illegal immigrants, often based on racial profiling. Tatiana Kahvegian’s sets and Enver Chakartash’s costumes further delineate the differences Armenians experienced in 1924 and 2024.

Monahon and Tony-winning director David Cromer (Prayer for the French Republic, A Case for the Existence of God) have created believable characters involved in convincing situations that, although they are specifically about Armenian Americans, also relate to so many others who have come to the United States in search of a better life. The outstanding cast includes three actors of Armenian descent, Barsoumian, Sevunts, and Martin, whose name adorns the Andrea Martin Performing Arts Auditorium in Armenia.

As funny as Meet the Cartozians is, it also tackles ongoing complex sociopolitical issues that are pervasive in modern-day America, under the current administration; even Kim Kardashian herself went public with criticism of President Donald Trump’s immigration policies, particularly how ICE is tearing families apart. Somewhere, the Cartozians are smiling down on her and Monahon as the battle continues.

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

WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON? CHERRY LANE REOPENS WITH DELIGHTFULLY WEIRD WEER

Mark brings Christina closer to him in Natalie Palamides’s Weer at the Cherry Lane (photo by Cherry Lane Theatre/A24)

WEER
Cherry Lane Theatre
38 Commerce St.
Tuesday – Sunday through December 21, $89-$169
www.cherrylanetheatre.org

One of my favorite theatrical moments of the year happened in Natalie Palamides’s outrageously funny and insanely inventive Weer. Mark is making a critically important phone call, and I desperately prayed for Christina to quickly return to the stage and answer it. I looked to the far corner, anxiously waiting on the edge of my seat, hoping she would pick it up — when it suddenly hit me that Christina was already there: Weer is a one-woman show in which Palamides is playing both roles, the right side of her body Mark, the left side Christina. Palamides, a trained improv clown, had me believing there were two fully embodied characters in the extraordinary ninety-minute satiric, deranged rom-com like no other. I rejoiced, so thoroughly in love with my reaction.

I went into Weer knowing absolutely nothing about it; I didn’t know who was in it or what it was about. And that made it all the more memorable. The run, which was extended several times at the newly refurbished Cherry Lane, is sold out, so I don’t mind sharing the details of my experience here (spoiler alert!), but if you’re planning on trying to get rush or standby tickets, don’t read on until after you’ve given it a shot.

The Pittsburgh-born Palamides won the Total Theatre Award at the 2018 Edinburgh Fringe Festival for Nate — A One Man Show, a big success on Netflix two years later. In the wildly unpredictable and participatory performance, Palamides wrestles with male toxicity as she portrays Nate, a gruff, hirsute dude who announces early on, “I guess I get to do whatever I want . . . to whoever I want . . . in this room.”

Weer takes place during a New Year’s Eve gathering in 1999, complete with worries that all hell might break loose at midnight, when Y2K threatens to destroy the world. But for ninety minutes, all hell does break loose onstage, as the narrative shifts to 1996, when Mark and Christina meet-cute, and then back to the party, where the couple faces several challenges. Palamides’s awesome costume (by Ashley Dudek) and over-the-top makeup feature a flannel shirt, a bushy mane, a beard and mustache, and chest hair on one side, a belly-revealing red knit top, long hair with colorful clips, jewelry, and a woman’s shoe on the other, positing Mark and Christina as old-fashioned gender stereotypes; he has a deep, gravelly, full-throated voice, while she has a softer, more compassionate tone.

Natalie Palamides plays both roles at the same time in Weer (photo by Cherry Lane Theatre/A24)

Palamides, who also wrote and directed the show, expertly flips sides — or individual body parts — as Mark and Christina talk, kiss, dance, argue, shower, drive, and have sex on Gabriel Evansohn’s wonderfully scattershot set, which is filled with surprises that arrive with the pull of a rope or a step on an odd prop (designed by lucas a degirolamo). Word of warning: You will be provided with a plastic poncho if you’re in the first row, and not just because water might be sprayed.

There is no official script; the sturm and drang is all in Palamides’s head as she incorporates the audience into the controlled mayhem, mugging to the crowd, tossing out knowing glances, and asking a few people to join her onstage or speak from their seats. She has us eating out of her hand every step of the way, at least when we’re not practically rolling on the floor laughing. She has a ton of fun toying with the physical concept, sharing such self-reflexive dialogue as “She’s like my other half” and “Weer never gonna be separated like that again,” as well as the psychological approach, exploring the elements of masculinity and femininity in each of us.

Palamides, who does a lot of voice work on cartoons (Bob’s Burgers, Duncanville, Haunted Hotel) in addition to playing Mara in the Progressive insurance commercials, is irresistible as Mark and Christina, whether she is clothed or unclothed, baring her body and soul in uproarious ways. She also includes an apt Gen X soundtrack, with such songs as Aimee Mann’s “Save Me” (“If you could save me / From the ranks of the freaks that suspect / They could never love anyone”), Smash Mouth’s “All Star” (“Well, the years start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’ / Fed to the rules and I hit the ground runnin’ / Didn’t make sense not to live for fun / Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb / So much to do, so much to see”), and Pearl Jam’s emotive car-accident cover “Last Kiss” (“Oh, where, oh, where can my baby be?”).

The title, Weer, comes from how Mark’s family ridiculously pronounces the word deer as if they were Elmer Fudd — the hunted animal figures prominently in the show — and how both Mark and Christina are not able to exactly figure out their relationship through the years, often repeating to each other “Weer,” as in “We’re . . . ,” but unable to finish the thought.

I have to admit that when I first entered the Cherry Lane, I was extremely concerned. Purchased in 2023 by the film company A24, the theater has a smaller lobby area where ticket holders battle for space with diners waiting to go into the new, upscale Wild Cherry restaurant. There was a long, roped-off line for the restrooms, and a concession stand was selling popcorn and drinks as if we were seeing a movie. (Notably, it is now a for-profit venture where it previously was a nonprofit, making its location on Commerce St. rather apt.) Popcorn at the theater? The smell and noise had me on the brink of a conniption. Fortunately, Weer is so engaging, and the laughter so continuous, that those anticipated distractions melted away quickly, as the audience had no time to eat or drink. I do wonder what will happen during a quiet, dark drama, but that’s for another day.

Even the program gets in on the entertaining absurdities, with whimsical art, an advertisement in which Palamides offers relationship advice via email, and a spread that asks, “Whose side are you on?”

I know whose side I’m on.

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

PREACHING TO THE CHOIR: THE FAGGOTS AND THEIR FRIENDS AT PARK AVE. ARMORY

Kit Green leads a multitalented cast in disappointing North American premiere at Park Ave. Armory (photo by Stephanie Berger)

THE FAGGOTS AND THEIR FRIENDS BETWEEN REVOLUTIONS
Park Avenue Armory, Wade Thompson Drill Hall
643 Park Ave. at 67th St.
December 2-14, $40-$165
www.armoryonpark.org

The continuing attempted reclamation of the longtime gay slur “faggots” continues with the North American premiere of Ted Huffman and Philip Venables’s parable The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions, running at Park Ave. Armory through December 14. In this case, it’s a lost cause.

Jordan Tannahill’s Prince Faggot, about queerness and the British royal family, just received yet another extension at Studio Seaview. In September, Baryshnikov Arts Center presented Kevin Carillo’s Figaro/Faggots, a mashup of Larry Kramer’s satirical 1978 novel, Faggots, and Mozart and Da Ponte’s 1786 opera, Le nozze di Figaro. And in August, TheaterLab staged Topher Payne’s Angry Fags, an election tale that deals with queer stories in a post-Trump world.

A baroque fantasia with music ranging from folk to medieval to opera to dance, The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions was adapted from writer Larry Mitchell and illustrator Ned Asta’s 1977 book, when the F-word in question was much more a part of rampant homophobia and gay-bashing; the fifteen-member cast says “faggots” about a hundred times in a hundred minutes, but that doesn’t necessarily make its use sting any less, depending on one’s history with it.

The performers are already congregating on Rosie Elnile’s wide open set as the audience enters the massive Wade Thompson Drill Hall, building a sense of community. On three sides of the neatly arranged platform stage are numerous unmatched chairs, a clothes rack, a few tables, and such instruments as a harp, a gong, a cello, and several pianos on wheels. The show begins with the following declaration, complete with surtitles projected on a small screen hanging from above:

“It’s been a long time since the last revolutions / and the faggots and their friends are still not free. / There still exists a faint memory of the past when the faggots and their friends were free. / The memory lives in the faggots’ bones. / It appears late at night when their bones are quietest. / When the memory visits them, the faggots know / that they must find each other in order to survive. / So while the men are sleeping, they emerge from the corners of the devastated city / and they go searching for other faggots in the hidden places: / in alleyways and abandoned piers and empty parks and unlit warehouses. / And there, in the moonlight, the faggots will enact the ritual of the brief encounter.”

The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions is based on a 1977 illustrated gay parable/manifesto (photo by Stephanie Berger)

The show is constructed like a healing ritual as the performers, all of whom participate in the storytelling and play an instrument, hold hands, hug, dance, form a circle, and offer warm, caring smiles to one another and the audience. Olivier Award–winning transdisciplinary artist Kit Green, wearing a series of tight-fitting, colorful gowns and skirts with high heels (the otherwise casual costumes are by choreographer Theo Clinkard), serves as a kind of host and narrator, leading the festivities, along with her right-hand colleague, Yandass, who stands out in a dynamic solo dance. The rest of the energetic, multitalented cast consists of soprano Tamara Banješević, accordionist Valerie Barr, plucked-string instrumentalist Kerry Bursey, cellist Jacob Garside, chamber musician Conor Gricmanis, woodwind doubler Rianna Henriques, soprano Mariamielle Lamagat, baritone Themba Mvula, pianist and music director Yshani Perinpanayagam, transdisciplinary artist Meriel Price, countertenor and multi-instrumentalist Collin Shay, baritone Danny Shelvey, and harpist Joy Smith.

The book was inspired by Mitchell and Asta’s time living in the Lavender Hill gay and lesbian commune outside of Ithaca that they helped found in 1970, partly in response to the Stonewall riots. “People in gay liberation tended to talk about [how] gay male culture of the 1960s really centered on ideas of isolation and loneliness, and this was going to be what gay communes solved,” Yale historian Stephen Vider says in the 2014 documentary short Lavender Hill: a love story.

Unfortunately, the various components don’t come together to form a cohesive whole, unable to bear the weight of such an underwhelming narrative and never capturing the joy in Asta’s black-and-white line drawings. The Faggots and Their Friends is a fable/manifesto that pits “the faggots” against “the men,” essentially all white cis males who live in and rule the land of Ramrod, led by Warren-and-his-Fuckpole. (Ramrod may have been named for the famed Greenwich Village gay leather bar, where three years after the book was published the West Street Massacre took place, in which a former transit cop shot eight men, killing two.)

The faggots, whose friends include the fairies, women who love women, and the queens, are kind, sweet, good-natured souls filled with empathy and compassion, while the men are corrupt, violent, mean-spirited villains who worship “papers” (money); there is no middle ground, no bad faggots, no admirable men. There is no nuance, too much telling and not enough showing, no dynamic flow or tension in the story and no growth in the characters despite there still being so much hate in America in 2025 amid the rollback of so many rights that were fought for, especially in the 1960s and ’70s.

Adapter and composer Venables and director Huffman, who previously collaborated on such projects as 4.48 Psychosis, Denis & Katya, We Are the Lucky Ones, and My Favourite Piece Is the Goldberg Variations, essentially remain faithful to the book, but what might work on the page falls flat on the stage, and the changes, including repeating phrases, are too didactic, preaching to the choir, overselling the points that are being made, as in the following missive, which was adjusted slightly from Mitchell’s original:

“They attacked anyone unlike them. / After the men triumphed, all that was other from them was considered inferior / and therefore worthy only of abuse and contempt and extinction. / The men decided who was to be hated: / those without cocks, / those whose skin didn’t match their own, / those who were hungry involuntarily, / those who came from other lands, / those who refused to be over-worked, / those who loved their own kind. / These are the ones the men decided to hate.”

They also cut out the characters in the book, such as Heavenly Blue, Loose Tomato, Mildred Munich, Pat, Lee, and Meredith, instead giving us nameless people we know nothing about — except for Green, who delivers a moving, fourth-wall-breaking improvisatory monologue about herself that is cut short by an extended singalong of a difficult melody with pedantic lyrics.

On opening night, there were noticeably few bursts of spontaneous applause from the audience, and there was only a scattered standing ovation at the end, even though it’s become de rigueur for everyone to get up and cheer. In fact, at one point in the show, Green actually told the audience to clap.

That’s never a good sign, particularly when you have the excited crowd already on your side from the very start.

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

’TIS THE SEASON: ALICIA GRAF MACK’S AAADT AD DEBUT AT CITY CENTER

The Holy Blues is part of all-new evenings of Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater season at City Center (photo by Steven Pisano)

ALVIN AILEY AMERICAN DANCE THEATER
New York City Center
131 West 55th St. between Sixth & Seventh Aves.
December 3 – January 4, $45-$195
www.alvinailey.org
www.nycitycenter.org

It’s been a time of change for Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater. This has been the first year without the shining light of Judith Jamison, the beloved Ailey dancer and artistic director who passed away last November at the age of eighty-one. That month, her successor, Robert Battle, became a resident choreographer with the Paul Taylor Dance Company. And this past spring, longtime Ailey dancer and Juilliard Dance Division dean Alicia Graf Mack was named the fourth artistic director in the history of AAADT.

“This monumental season draws deeply on Alvin Ailey’s legacy rooted in celebrating the resilience of the human spirit while extending its truth and bold virtuosity to reflect this moment in time and our hopes for the future,” Graf Mack said in a statement about the company’s upcoming annual City Center residency. “Each new creation shares the utterly distinctive voice of its choreographer, testifying to the vitality of the tradition Mr. Ailey gave us and the gifts of spirit that Judith Jamison so lovingly nurtured. I am grateful and honored to be a caretaker of this ever-changing continuum of inspiration, along with Matthew Rushing and the company of brilliant dancers whose artistry will move us all as we take our next steps forward.”

Running December 3 through January 4, the 2025 City Center season features the company premiere of Medhi Walerski’s Blink of an Eye, set to J. S. Bach’s violin sonatas and partita, and a new production of Jamison’s duet A Case of You, originally a birthday tribute to Chairman Emerita Joan Weill, danced to Diana Krall’s version of the Joni Mitchell song.

There are five world premieres from a wide range of choreographers. Inspired by Geoffrey Holder’s book Black Gods, Green Islands, about Trinidad and Tobago, Cuban American theater director and arts educator and activist Maija García’s Jazz Island celebrates the Afro-Caribbean diaspora, with original music by jazz trumpeter Etienne Charles. Matthew Neenan’s Ailey debut, Difference Between, is set to music by MacArthur fellow and two-time Obie winner Heather Christian, who sings in “Tomorrow”: “Difference between. Deference, reverence, sever its shoots on the bean / Sanity, brevity, bravery, levity — these are the virtues / are any restored or recorded or / pored over once the romance of it leaves?”

Superstar Jamar Roberts, the company’s first resident choreographer, follows up such gems as Ode, A Jam Session for Troubling Times, and Holding Space with Song of the Anchorite, a reimagining of Alvin Ailey’s 1961 solo Hermit Songs, set to jazz trumpeter Avishai Cohen’s interpretation of a Ravel adagio. In Embrace, Fredrick Earl Mosley incorporates tunes by Stevie Wonder, Kate Bush, Etta James, Maxwell, Ed Sheeran, Des’ree, and P!nk in exploring the intimacy of human connection.

And Urban Bush Women founder and Ailey Artist in Residence Jawole Willa Jo Zollar, collaborating with current Ailey dancer Samantha Figgins and former company member Chalvar Monteiro, looks to the concepts of the Ring Shout and the Door of No Return in The Holy Blues, named after the title of Alvin Ailey’s journal. The twenty-five-minute piece debuted at BAM in June; in a company interview, Figgins explained, “Through life, we have these hills and valleys, our human suffering and our pleasure, our delight, our bliss, our joy, and The Holy Blues is a chance to watch that journey of a group of people — a community, of course, but all individuals — how they tackle the challenges of bringing themselves up out of whatever pain they may be in, out of whatever life throws at them, and how they are able to create something beautiful out of it.”

The thirty-two dancers will also perform the Ailey classics Memoria, Night Creature, Pas de Duke, Masekela Langage, A Song for You, Opus McShann, For Bird — with Love, Love Songs, Reflections in D, Hidden Rites, and Cry; Ronald K. Brown’s Grace; Lar Lubovitch’s Many Angels; Rushing’s Sacred Songs; Elisa Monte’s Treading; and Alonzo King’s Following the Subtle Current Upstream. Many of the programs will conclude with the one and only Revelations, six with live music. In addition, the Saturday family matinees will be followed by a Q&A.

“I join with the entire company in welcoming Alicia Graf Mack in her new role as our artistic director,” Rushing said in a statement. “Her great respect for and commitment to the Ailey mission, along with the perspective and integrity that informs her vision, will help elevate everything we do. We are excited to welcome audiences to New York City Center this holiday season to be uplifted by cherished classics and remarkable new works as the curtain goes up on the next chapter in Ailey’s extraordinary story.”

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

TICKET GIVEAWAY: CANDACE BUSHNELL’S TRUE TALES OF SEX, SUCCESS, AND SEX AND THE CITY

Candace Bushnell is back for a special encore presentation of her one-woman show about her life and career (photo by Joan Marcus)

CANDACE BUSHNELL: TRUE TALES OF SEX, SUCCESS, AND SEX AND THE CITY
Adler Hall at the New York Society for Ethical Culture
2 West Sixty-Fourth St. & Central Park West
Friday, December 5, $34.45- $56.06 ($187.34 for VIP meet-and-greet), 8:00
ethical.nyc
candacebushnell.com

In December 2021, Candace Bushnell presented her one-woman show, Is There Still Sex in the City?, at the Daryl Roth Theatre, an endearing production in which Bushnell shared intimate details of her life and career, centering around the gargantuan success she has had with the creation of Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker), Samantha Jones (Kim Cattrall), Charlotte York (Kristin Davis), and Miranda Hobbes (Cynthia Nixon), the fictional characters on the HBO smash Sex and the City, based on her series of columns and 1996 book of the same name. The run was unfortunately cut short after Bushnell contracted Covid.

I called the play “a fab treat, a funny and candid New York story that everyone can relate to in one way or another, whether you are a fan of Sex and the City or have never watched or read it.”

Bushnell, who has also written such novels as Killing Monica, Lipstick Jungle, and Rules for Being a Girl (with Katie Cotugno), is now touring the show, renamed True Tales of Sex, Success, and Sex and the City; in the spring, she’ll be taking it to Denmark, the Netherlands, Belgium, France, and California.

But first, the solo play is returning to New York City, where it all happened.

TICKET GIVEAWAY: Bushnell, who is celebrating a birthday today (December 1), will be at Adler Hall at the New York Society for Ethical Culture on December 5 at 8:00 for a special one-night-only performance of True Tales of Sex, Success, and Sex and the City, and she has gifted twi-ny with a pair of prime tickets to give away for free to see the “real life Carrie Bradshaw.” Just send your name, phone number, and favorite Sex and the City character to contest@twi-ny.com by Wednesday, December 3, at noon to be eligible. All entrants must be twenty-one years of age or older; one winner will be selected at random.

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

THE QUEENS OF QUEENS: IN SEARCH OF THE AMERICAN DREAM

Polish immigrant Renia (Marin Ireland) dreams of a better life in Martyna Majok’s reimagined Queens (photo by Valerie Terranova)

QUEENS
MTC at New York City Center – Stage I
131 West Fifty-Fifth St. between Sixth & Seventh Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through December 7, $109-$139
www.manhattantheatreclub.com
www.nycitycenter.org

Polish-born American playwright Martyna Majok tells stories that challenge the audience, taking risks as she explores the lives of the disenfranchised, the disabled, the underrepresented, and undocumented immigrants in search of the unreachable American dream. In Cost of Living, which earned her the Pulitzer Prize, it all came together without compromise; I wrote of the Broadway version, “The separate storylines merge at the end in an uneasy finale that acknowledges that we all encounter tremendously painful issues in life, regardless of our physical or psychological situations, which is further established during the curtain call.”

Her three other plays were not quite as successful despite intriguing setups and intricate narratives. About Ironbound, I noted, “The rest of the cast play their roles well, but their characters and tales are nowhere near as interesting and compelling as Darja’s, and they become somewhat quaint and repetitive as the show goes on and overdoes the obvious distinctions between rich and poor.” And I wrote that Sanctuary City “takes a head-scratching turn as the ending approaches, detracting from everything that came before it, which was powerful and moving.”

Queens, which originally ran at LCT3 in 2018 and is now at MTC’s New York City Center – Stage I through December 7 in a newly reimagined version, displays too many of the same issues; the play features characters and situations that you want to embrace and understand, but Martok and director Trip Cullman (Cult of Love, Six Degrees of Separation) are unable to weave their way through a web of fascinating ideas that don’t quite mesh. As with Ironbound and Sanctuary City, there’s a strong play in there that refuses to emerge.

A group of women seek common ground in MTC production at City Center Stage I (photo by Valerie Terranova)

Over the course of sixteen years, seven immigrant women move in and out of a crowded basement apartment in Queens, desperate to find a better life in America: the Belarusian Pelagiya (Brooke Bloom), the Polish Agata (Anna Chlumsky), the Polish Renia (Marin Ireland), the Ukrainian Inna (Julia Lester), the Afghan Aamani (Nadine Malouf), the Ukrainian Lera (Andrea Syglowski), and the Honduran Isabela (Nicole Villamil).

“Any regrets? In your life? In this building?” Inna asks Renia. Although she doesn’t want to admit it, Renia has plenty, having made choices that did not necessarily work out the way she expected. Inna punches her in the face before going inside and renting a room.

The basement is cluttered with clothing, a guitar, and other objects that are memories of those who came before, haunting Renia. (The effective set is by Marsha Ginsberg.) “What is your reason?” the memory of Pelagiya asks her. Aamani adds, “The reason you are here. Looking to live someplace away from the rest of your kind of people. What happened.”

The narrative then shifts to December 2001, when Renia has arrived in New York with little money in her pocket. Pelagiya wants to know what brought her there. “It’s no story,” Renia says. “It’s always story,” Pelagiya insists. Renia responds, “I need place I can stay. I come here. End of story.” Of course, it’s only the beginning of what turns out to be a dark, painful story. Even a somewhat pathetic party the women hold is tinged with fear and sadness. The appearance of the Honduran American Glenys (Sharlene Cruz) injects a burst of youthful energy, but it’s not enough to sustain the play’s 135 minutes (with intermission).

Queens does serve as a fascinating counterpoint to Bess Wohl’s dazzling Liberation, the current Broadway transfer about six diverse women who meet regularly in a rec center basement in Ohio in the 1970s to discuss the role of women in society, how it impacts their lives individually and what they can do to help change the status quo publicly; both shows delve into the relationships among women as well as mothers and daughters. The Queens women, however, have a different kind of baggage — obviously, they lack the relative privilege of the characters in Liberation, and face colossal odds stacked against them, coming from countries where women are still in search of freedom, fifty years after the Liberation women began changing America. Still, women’s search for the most basic of freedoms is the motor that drives Queens, even if the ride is bumpy and the destination uncertain.

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