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THE WILDNESS

(photo by Ben Arons)

Lauren Worsham is the pregnant ringleader of Sky-Pony’s delightful indie-rock fairy tale, THE WILDNESS (photo by Ben Arons)

Ars Nova
511 West 54th St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
Monday – Saturday through March 26, $36
212-352-3101
arsnovanyc.com
www.sky-pony.com

Brooklyn-based eight-piece collective Sky-Pony presents a captivating treat for adventurous theatergoers with the DIY indie-rock opera The Wildness, which has been extended at Ars Nova through March 26. A collaboration with the Play Company, The Wildness is a multimedia fairy tale that filters such popular musicals as Jesus Christ Superstar and Godspell through a Narnia-like aesthetic and video-game narrative that fantasy fans will go ga-ga over. The premise is that a group of “agnostic, generally apathetic millennials” is putting on its fifth annual ritual, known as the Wildness, in order to “purge out doubts and fears.” But their leader and founder, Michael, is missing, so they forge ahead without him. Everyone plays two characters, one a member of Sky-Pony, the other in the fable. Tony winner Lauren Worsham (A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder) serves as the host and plays Zira, a villager who accompanies Ada, the messianic princess (Lilli Cooper), on her dangerous travels through the Wildness, where they discover a mysterious cabin, belonging to “the builder,” filled with strange objects. We are told that the role of Ada is usually performed by Michael, but Lilli, his sister, has stepped in at the last minute, starting off by delivering the invocation: “Here’s to the artists, freaks, and wanderers too, we dedicate tonight to you.” The cast also includes Katie Lee Hill and Sharone Sayegh as handmaidens and backup singers, David Blasher as the cellist and the Powerful But Aging Ruler, and Obie winner Kyle Jarrow as the keymaster and the Voice from the Boombox, with Jamie Mohamdein on bass, Kevin Wunderlich on guitar, and Jeff Fernandes, wearing a Mr. Tumnus headpiece, on drums and playing villagers as well. Over the course of ninety minutes, the story explores faith and doubt, fear of death, sin and forgiveness, temptation and salvation, the coming rapture, wandering blind, and adherence to the old ways, haunted by a prophecy: “The spring turns foul when our faith falters / only the blessed heir can make it pure again. / On sunrise of the second day of the third week of the fourth moon, / Ada will lead us into a rapturous new era.”

(photo by Ben Arons)

Sky-Pony struts its stuff in multimedia indie-rock opera at Ars Nova (photo by Ben Arons)

Religious references abound throughout The Wildness, which is divided into twelve sections, although it is no mere tent revival. Ada is identified as “the blessed heir with the facial hair”; Ada and Zira have names that evoke the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end; several characters and two audience members deliver “overshares,” public confessions with a decidedly twelve-step edge; and Ada and Zira find a book in the cabin that changes everything. The Wildness is also very much about the fear of growing up, of the millennial generation staring adulthood in the face. Tony-nominated director Sam Buntrock (Sunday in the Park with George, Turn of the Screw at BAM) lets Sky-Pony strut its stuff, keeping up a rollicking, frolicking pace. The musical numbers, some of which appear on Sky-Pony’s debut album, December 2015’s Beautiful Monsters, include “The Lost Ones,” “The Waltz of the Inevitable Triumph of Doubt,” “Dragon,” and “Everyone Will Die,” with videos appearing on the many monitors throughout the space, which has been transformed by Kris Stone; a long, narrow stage (reminiscent of a cross?) cuts the theater in two, with the audience seated on both sides, either on ottomans or comfy couches. Tilly Grimes’s costumes are steampunk hip, Chase Brock’s choreography is fun, Sara Morgan’s props are utterly charming (oh, that miniature cabin on the ceiling!), and the clever text, by husband-and-wife Jarrow and Worsham (who, in a neat twist, is pregnant), is playfully self-referential. “I’m doubting whether I can pull off these sequin panties,” Lilli opines at one point. In the fifth section, Lauren says, “Ada’s mind was filled with questions. Her father had taught her about the Wildness that trapped them in their troubled village. But no one had actually seen a dragon. Could it be they weren’t there at all?” Lilli responds, “Zira didn’t wonder this. She knew we believe in many things we don’t see.” It’s a statement that sums up what the Wildness, and life itself, is really all about.

HUGHIE

(photo by Marc Brenner)

Frank Wood and Forest Whitaker star in revival of Eugene O’Neill’s HUGHIE (photo by Marc Brenner)

Booth Theatre
222 West 45th St. between Broadway & Eighth Ave.
Wednesday – Sunday (and some Tuesday nights) through March 27, $25- $149
hughiebroadway.com

Written in 1941 but not staged until 1958, five years after his death, Eugene O’Neill’s one-act Hughie features a main character who seems to have walked right out of The Iceman Cometh. In the sixty-minute show’s fourth trip to Broadway, Forest Whitaker portrays Erie Smith, a role previously played by Jason Robards, Ben Gazzara, Brian Dennehy, Al Pacino, Richard Schiff, and Burgess Meredith, who originated the part in English in 1963. Erie is an alcoholic gambler who has returned to the ratty, formerly grand Broadway hotel where he lives following an extended bender, mourning the death of his beloved night clerk and sounding board, Hughie. As embodied by Whitaker, who is taking the stage for the first time since shortly after college, Erie is a hulking presence who speaks in fits and starts, sharing his hopes and dreams, failures and memories with the new clerk, Charlie Hughes (Frank Wood), who is not exactly thrilled at being bothered in the middle of the night. Erie rambles on about whatever comes into his head while Hughes barely says a word. Set in 1928 on the cusp of the Great Depression, Hughie is more a character study than a fully realized play; in fact, it was meant to be part of a cycle of one-acts, called By Way of Obit, that were essentially monologues about a dead person. In a letter to critic George Jean Nathan, O’Neill explained, “Via this monologue you get a complete picture of the person who died — his or her whole life story — but just as complete a picture of the life and character of the narrator.” O’Neill ultimately destroyed all of the other in-process one-acts but saved Hughie.

Forest Whitaker makes his return to the stage in HUGHIE (photo by Marc Brenner)

Forest Whitaker makes his return to the stage in HUGHIE (photo by Marc Brenner)

Oscar winner and UNESCO special envoy Whitaker (The Last King of Scotland, Fast Times at Ridgemont High) was rumored to have had trouble remembering his lines during previews (which has also been said of other recent Hollywood stars on Broadway, including Pacino and Bruce Willis), but he has settled into the role, taking command of the lovable loser, who represents an America about to hit free fall. Tony winner Wood (Side Man, Clybourne Park) is a fine foil for Erie, already onstage when the theater doors open, staring emptily into an abyss. Costume and set designer Christopher Oram, who has won Tonys for Red and Wolf Hall: Parts One & Two, has created a sensational hotel lobby, huge and dim, creaky and musty, its former splendor, perhaps like Erie’s, hovering in the dankness, enhanced by Neil Austin’s lighting and Adam Cork’s original music. Tony-winning director Michael Grandage (The Cripple of Inishmaan, King Lear) keeps it all from becoming boring, although even at a mere sixty minutes it feels repetitive and a little too long. Hughie was scheduled to run into July but recently posted an early closing notice of March 27 because of low advance ticket sales. Perhaps theatergoers were expecting more fireworks, or they were turned off by the preview problems, or maybe they don’t want to spend upwards of $149 on an hour-long show. Of course, we don’t pay to see movies by the minute, nor do we buy art by the yard, to paraphrase Max von Sydow’s character in Hannah and Her Sisters.

REBECCA LAZIER AND DAN TRUEMAN: THERE MIGHT BE OTHERS

Rebecca Lazier makes NYLA debut with world premiere of THERE MIGHT BE OTHERS (photo by Maria Baranova-Suzuki)

Rebecca Lazier makes NYLA debut with world premiere of THERE MIGHT BE OTHERS (photo by Maria Baranova)

New York Live Arts
219 West 19th St. between Seventh & Eighth Aves.
March 16-19, $15-$40, 7:30
212-924-0077
www.newyorklivearts.org
www.rebeccalazier.com

On the back cover of the new book There Might Be Others, which contains the music and dance score for Rebecca Lazier’s New York Live Arts commission along with collaborator notes, instructions, principles, and more, NYLA director of programs Tommy Kreigsmann says, “Seminal works of the avant-garde become so when the inherent risk at the heart of the experiment catalyzing the vision to its fruition pushes the work’s sphere of influence beyond its original form and often its intended meaning. Intrepid choreographer Rebecca Lazier [has a] penchant for musical interpretation and the infinite aesthetic and physical languages in its breadth, making her among the very best of her generation.” New York-based dancer, choreographer, and teacher Lazier will be making her NYLA debut with the world premiere of There Might Be Others on March 16-19, inspired by Terry Riley’s 1964, fifty-three-part composition, “In C,” one of the first major minimalist works. The live score will be performed by fiddler Dan Trueman and SŌ Percussion and Mobius Percussion (March 16-18) and members of Mantra Percussion (March 19). The piece features dramaturgy and design by Naomi Leonard, Davison Scandrett, and Mary Jo Mecca and will be danced by Simon Courchel, Natalie Green, raja feather kelly, Cori Kresge, Christopher Ralph, Anna Schön, Saúl Ulerio, Agnieszka Kryst, Jan Lorys, Ramona Nagabczynska, Pawel Sakowicz Rhonda Baker, Sara Coffin, and Tan Temel. On March 13 ($20, 1:30), Lazier (Coming Together/Attica, Terminal) and Trueman will host the Shared Practice workshop “Choreographing Being in Action — Staging Negotiation and Interaction,” while the March 17 show will be followed by a Stay Late Discussion with Neil Greenberg.

BOY

(photo by Carol Rosegg)

Dr. Wendell Barnes (Paul Niebanck) bonds with Samantha (Bobby Steggert) in Anna Ziegler’s BOY (photo by Carol Rosegg)

The Clurman Theatre at Theatre Row
410 West 42nd St. between Ninth & Tenth Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through April 9, $62.50
www.keencompany.org
www.ensemblestudiotheatre.org

Award-winning playwright Anna Ziegler takes a unique and imaginative approach to the timely issue of gender identity in the expertly written, inventively staged drama Boy. A joint production of Keen Company and Ensemble Studio Theatre, Boy was inspired by the real-life case of David Reimer as well as the birth of Ziegler’s first child. Bobby Steggert stars as Adam/Samantha, a twin born in Iowa in 1967. Shortly after a botched, unnecessary circumcision accidentally sears off his penis when he is eight months old, his mother, Trudy (Heidi Armbruster), and father, Doug (Ted Koch), seek out the help of eminent physician Wendell Barnes (Paul Niebanck), a doctor in the relatively new field of gender reassignment. “Sam will never lead a normal life. He will never be a father. He will never be normal,” Doug opines in a letter to Dr. Barnes, while Trudy adds, “We saw you on that program and you said that we are blank slates at birth. You said we are shaped by society and not biology.” Dr. Barnes, who is eager to treat the boy, convinces the parents that it is best for the child to be raised as a girl, receiving hormone shots and ultimately an operation to give her a vagina, but he insists that she must never find out that she was born with male genitalia. The play shifts back and forth between various years from 1968 to 1989 as Samantha learns about great literature from Dr. Barnes and Adam falls for a single working mother, Jenny (Rebecca Rittenhouse). Delivering a lecture in 1977, Dr. Barnes explains, “How do we become who we are? Is it a process that takes place entirely within the dark mysteries of the womb, so we emerge fully formed, our character, our future set? Or do we build ourselves, brick by brick, ‘sufficient to have stood though free to fall’? Do we make our house or do we simply inhabit it?” But as Boy shows, there are no easy answers to those questions, whether it’s 1968, 1977, 1989, or today, when such topics as nature vs. nurture and being born a certain way are still rife with controversy.

(photo by Carol Rosegg)

Jenny (Rebecca Rittenhouse) and Adam (Bobby Steggert) consider a relationship in BOY (photo by Carol Rosegg)

No matter the age, Adam/Samantha wears the same outfit in every scene, reaffirming that what matters is on the inside. Steggert (Mothers & Sons, Ragtime) does a marvelous job of depicting how uncomfortable Adam/Samantha is in his/her own skin, displaying a jittery awkwardness that keeps the audience on edge. Ziegler (The Last Match, A Delicate Ship) fills the play with a wide array of literary and pop-culture references, but each one has a critical connection to the story, from John Milton’s Paradise Lost, Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are, and Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre to Robert Zemeckis’s Back to the Future 2 and Marlo Thomas’s Free to Be You and Me. Even when Adam imitates Elmer Fudd, saying, “Shh . . . Be vewwy, vewwy quiet . . . I’m hunting wabbits!,” it relates to Jenny’s first appearance onstage, in a bunny costume at a Halloween party, where Adam quite adamantly tells her that he is not Frankenstein but Frankenstein’s monster. “Frankenstein was the guy who made the monster. I’m just the monster,” he points out. The cast is uniformly excellent, with Armbruster (Time Stands Still, Disgraced) and Koch (The Pillowman, Abundance) bringing just the right confusion to the parents, while Niebanck (A Walk in the Woods, Blood and Gifts) is quietly effective as the doctor who befriends Samantha but also stands to gain fame from their association. And Rittenhouse (The Commons of Pensacola) makes Jenny a kind of onstage representative of the audience, not quite understanding all of what is happening but compelled to find out more about Adam. Evoking such works as John Cameron Mitchell’s Tony-winning Hedwig and the Angry Inch and Emily Bentley Solomon’s award-winning adaptation of Daphne Scholinski’s memoir The Last Time I Wore a Dress, Boy also investigates doctors and parents playing god, which continues as science makes leaps and bounds in genetics. Sandra Goldmark’s living-room set features a close-but-not-exact duplicate of the furniture upside down on the walls and ceiling, as if Adam/Samantha is caught between two worlds, unable to settle into his/her place. Director Linsay Firman (Lucas Hnath’s Isaac’s Eye, Ziegler’s Photograph 51) cleverly navigates through the years, dealing with complex issues concerning traditional gender roles in a gentle, tender manner that threatens to explode at any moment. About halfway through the play, Jenny worries that Adam, who named himself after the first man on earth, is just like all the other men she’s met in her life. “I’m not like them,” he insists. No, he most certainly isn’t.

MARCH MIDNITE & BRUNCH — BARK AT THE MOON: GINGER SNAPS

GINGER SNAPS

Ginger (Katharine Isabelle) and Brigitte (Emily Perkins) get involved in some bizarre doings in tasty Canadian treat

GINGER SNAPS (John Fawcett, 2000)
Nitehawk Cinema
136 Metropolitan Ave. between Berry St. & Wythe Ave.
Friday, March 11, and Saturday, March 12, 12:15 am
718-384-3980
www.nitehawkcinema.com
gingersnapsthemovie.com

Ginger Snaps is one sick flick. Ginger (Katharine Isabelle) and Brigitte (Emily Perkins) are inseparable sisters who are morbid, creepy, weird, and suicidal — their story is part Heathers, part Welcome to the Dollhouse, part Daria, part Harold & Maude, and part An American Werewolf in London. Even though they are both over fifteen, the girls have not menstruated yet, an event their mother (Mimi Rogers) is waiting for with nearly uncontrollable excitement. (The scene in which Rogers closely examines a pair of bloody panties in the laundry is bizarrely funny.) For enjoyment — and school projects —the sisters like to take pictures of each other in elaborately realistic suicidal poses. Meanwhile, the Beast of Bailey Downs (a sly reference to It’s a Wonderful Life) has been eviscerating and eating neighborhood dogs, but then it goes after Ginger, and Ginger soon starts to change . . . leading to sex and drugs and lots of blood and violence. In Canadian director John Fawcett’s awesome, original, extremely well made and scored low-budget indie horror film, it’s far from a wonderful life. Ginger Snaps, which was followed by two sequels, is being shown at 12:15 am on March 11 & 12 in the Nitehawk Cinema series “Nitehawk Midnite Screenings” and “March Midnite & Brunch: Bark at the Moon,” which continues with such other animalistic tales as Teen Wolf, An American Werewolf in London, The Howling, and The Wolf Man.

CHOICE EATS 2016

Food purveryors await the annual massive crush at the Choice Eats food festival at Metropolitan Pavilion  (photo by twi-ny/ees)

Food purveyors await the annual massive crush at the Choice Eats food festival at Metropolitan Pavilion (photo by twi-ny/ees)

THE VILLAGE VOICE CHOICE EATS NINTH ANNUAL TASTING EVENT
Metropolitan Pavilion
125 West Eighteenth St. between Sixth & Seventh Aves.
Friday, March 11, $70 – $90, 6:00 pm – 10:00 pm
choiceeats.villagevoice.com
www.metropolitanevents.com

Spending Friday night feasting on interesting, innovative fare is not unusual in New York, but tasting signature dishes from more than sixty restaurants, with complimentary craft beer, liquor, and wine pairings, all in one place, certainly is. Doing it for one price, without ever needing to hail a cab or get an Uber? That’s one of the many benefits of attending Village Voice Choice Eats, and it’s probably why VIP ($99, 6:00), Early Entry ($85, 6:30), and General Admission ($70, 7:00) tickets to this super-popular once-a-year event are now sold out. Once inside, you will find healthy samples of dishes from Javelina Tex-Mex to Kailash Prabat, from Luke’s Lobster and Littleneck to Maima’s Liberian Bistro, as well as Awadh, Broken Spoke Rotisserie, Fletcher’s Brooklyn Barbecue, Fonda, the Handpulled Noodle, Kuma Inn, Le Fond, Mable’s Smokehouse, the Meatball Shop, Meat Hook Sandwich Shop, No. 7 Veggie, Queens Comfort, Raclette, Socarrat Paella Bar, StreetsBK, Swine, and Veselka, washed down with Califia Farms coffee drinks, Union Beer, Tsingtao, Asahi, Stella Artois, Vita Coco water, Four Roses bourbon, and other beverages. And you can mix in desserts too, not necessarily saving them for the end; among your options are Butter Lane, Dough Handmade Artisanal Doughnuts, Robicelli’s, and Sugar Couture. Most of the chefs will be on hand and are only too happy to talk about their food and restaurant. And one of our favorite DJs, Delphine Blue, who hosts “The Rest Is Noise” on Wednesdays at noon on Little Water Radio, will be spinning tasty tunage throughout. Like all great New York events, it’s advisable to get your tickets early (we warned you back in mid-January) and be prepared to get in line; bring an empty stomach and an adventurous palate for one of the great food events of the year.

SEE IT BIG! JACK FISK: THE NEW WORLD / TO THE WONDER

Colin Farrell and Q’orianka Kilcher nearly ignite the screen in THE NEW WORLD

Colin Farrell and Q’orianka Kilcher nearly ignite the screen in THE NEW WORLD

THE NEW WORLD (Terrence Malick, 2005)
Museum of the Moving Image
35th Ave. at 36th St., Astoria
Friday, March 11, $12, 7:00
Series runs March 11 – April 1
718-777-6800
www.movingimage.us

Although production designers play a critical role in the making of a film, it’s something that the public tends to take for granted; the best of the best are not exactly household names. The Museum of the Moving Image seeks to rectify that in at least one case with its new series, “See It Big! Jack Fisk,” a celebration of the work of Oscar-nominated production designer, art director, and carpenter Jack Fisk. The fifteen-film series runs March 11 to April 1, kicking off with Terence Malick’s The New World. At the time the film was released in 2005, the iconoclastic American auteur had directed a mere four films in his forty-year career, each a gem in its own way — 1973’s Badlands, 1978’s Days of Heaven, 1998’s The Thin Red Line, and 2005’s The New World, and all of which Fisk worked on. Spectacularly photographed by cinematographer Emanuel Luzbeki (who has won three consecutive Oscars as of the 2016 Academy Awards), The New World reimagines the story of Captain John Smith (Colin Farrell) and Pocahontas (Q’orianka Kilcher) as an epic tale of unrequited desire, a fiercely passionate, if not completely accurate, love story for the ages. In 1607, a crew led by Captain Christopher Newport (Christopher Plummer) has landed in what will come to be known as Jamestown. The disgraced Smith, who was nearly hanged for mutiny, is ordered to meet with “the naturals” in order to develop a favorable relationship. But Smith falls deeply for Pocahontas, Chief Powhatan’s (August Schellenberg) beautiful young daughter, who shares his feelings, leading to a dangerous love that threatens to leave death and destruction in its wake. Large stretches of the film feature no dialogue, instead consisting of gorgeously framed shots with gentle, poetic narration from Smith, Pocahontas, and, later, John Rolfe (Christian Bale). The scenes between Farrell and Kilcher nearly ignite the screen, their eyes burning into each other. Malick and Luzbeki focus on lush, rolling fields and rushing rivers that are more than just beautiful scenery; the gorgeous landscape of this new world is filled with promise, with hope, even though we know what eventually, tragically happens. The film, which experienced well-documented casting, editing, and distribution dilemmas, bogs down considerably when Smith’s place in the newly named Rebecca’s life is taken over by Rolfe, but it all builds to a heart-wrenching conclusion. The New World is screening March 11 at 7:00; the series is being held in conjunction with the upcoming release of Malick’s latest film, Knight of Cups, which is being shown April 1 and on which Fisk, who has worked on every one of Malick’s feature films, served as production designer.

Ben Affleck and Olga Kurylenko explore a poetic love in TO THE WONDER (photo courtesy of Magnolia Pictures)

Ben Affleck and Olga Kurylenko explore a poetic love in TO THE WONDER (photo courtesy of Magnolia Pictures)

TO THE WONDER (Terrence Malick, 2012)
Museum of the Moving Image
35th Ave. at 36th St., Astoria
Saturday, March 12, $12, 2:00
Series runs March 11 – April 1
718-777-6800
www.movingimage.us
www.magpictures.com

The Museum of the Moving Image’s “See It Big! Jack Fisk” series features all seven collaborations between two-time Oscar nominee Fisk (There Will Be Blood, The Revenant) and Terence Malick, including what might be their least successful, To the Wonder. The polarizing auteur followed up his Oscar-nominated, Palme d’Or-winning The Tree of Life with To the Wonder, one of the most beautifully shot, elegantly paced, and innately poetic films you’re ever likely to see — but it’s also one of the most confusing, annoying, and frustrating. An unnamed American man (Ben Affleck) and Ukrainian woman (Olga Kurylenko) are exploring their newfound love in Paris, she reciting melodramatic romantic thoughts in voice-over, he looking on like a man harboring a secret, barely speaking. They travel to the spectacular island abbey known as Mont St. Michel, home to the ancient buildings called la Merveille (“the marvel,” or “the wonder”), where they walk across a mysterious landscape of soft ground that might give way and swallow them up at any moment. The man asks the woman and her ten-year-old daughter (Tatiana Chiline) to move with him to his home in rural Bartlesville, Oklahoma, where he works as an environmental inspector evaluating drilling projects. There, a local priest (Javier Bardem) is questioning his own faith, and the man soon meets up with a former flame (Rachel McAdams). Or something like that. The plot, if you can even call it that, is just an excuse for Malick, cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki, and production designer Fisk to create spectacular visual imagery, and every minute of it is indeed dazzling. But unfortunately, it’s nearly impossible to care about the characters amid a purposefully vague and ambiguous narrative — at least we’re hoping it’s purposeful, because otherwise it’s simply amateurish. The central problem is the man; Affleck tries his best, but the character lacks any kind of depth or believability. You’re likely to want to smack some sense into him. And the priest seems to come from a completely different movie. In his forty-year career, Malick (The New World, Badlands, The Thin Red Line) had written and directed only five features prior to this film, and never fewer than five years apart. Perhaps he should have taken more time with To the Wonder, his second film in two years, to figure out what he wanted to say about love and faith and not just beauty. The film is screening at the Museum of the Moving Image on March 12 at 2:00; the series continues through April 1 with such other works as Brian De Palma’s Carrie, Malick’s Badlands, David Lynch’s The Straight Story, and Fisk’s directorial debut, Raggedy Man, all of which star his wife, Sissy Spacek, whom he met on the set of Badlands.