Michael (Andrew Garman), Delia (Isabel Mar), and Jeanie (Crystal Finn) try to enjoy a family dinner together in Anon (photo by Monique Carboni)
ANON
Newman Mills Theater
Robert W. Wilson MCC Theater Space
511 West Fifty-Second St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through November 1, $49-$112 mcctheater.org
As you enter the Newman Mills Theater at the Robert W. Wilson MCC Theater Space to see Anne Washburn’s Anon, the preshow playlist prepares you for what is to follow. First is Neil Young’s 2016 “Monsanto Years,” an eight-minute anticorporate screed in which the Canadian rocker and earth activist ominously declares, “You never know what the future holds.” Next is Lee Greenwood’s 1984 right-wing anthem “God Bless the U.S.A.,” in which the California-born Republican proclaims, “If tomorrow all the things were gone / I worked for all my life / And I had to start again / With just my children and my wife / I’d thank my lucky stars / To be living here today / ’Cause the flag still stands for freedom / And they can’t take that away.” Rounding out the opening trio is Kacey Musgraves’s 2018 psychedelic country hit “Slow Burn,” in which the Texas native, whose progressive views are often controversial in the traditional country music establishment, sings, “I’m alright with a slow burn / Takin’ my time, let the world turn / I’m gonna do it my way, it’ll be alright / If we burn it down and it takes all night / It’s a slow burn.”
The set, by the dots collective, is a plain, ordinary, bland room with a table and chairs at the center, bare walls, and a front door. There’s no evidence of the type of people who live there: rich or poor, Republican or Democrat, native-born American or immigrant, white, brown, or Black, Jewish, Christian, or Muslim. It’s a tabula rasa, ready for action. And action it finds.
It actually represents two houses in a San Antonio suburb, across the street from each other, one occupied by Jeanie (Crystal Finn), her husband, Michael (Andrew Garman), and their children, Delia (Izabel Mar) and the unseen Leo, the other by the newly moved-in gay couple Adam (Jeff Biehl) and Will (Jeremy Shamos). Scouring social media, Adam discovers that Jeanie spends a whole lot of time in her parked car posting right-wing conspiracy theories on TikTok. She rants, “I’ve been seeing a lot of comments and posts from folks who are really starting to freak out about the timeline: Why is Fauci still free, when will Hillary Clinton face judgement, where are the arrests, are there medbeds, and the Storm, the Storm, when is the Storm already?? And I just want to say, folks: Trust the Plan means: Trust the Plan.”
When Adam and Will put up a gay pride flag, Jeanie becomes incensed, and Will buys a gun. Welcome to America in the 2020s.
Will (Jeremy Shamos) and Adam (Jeff Biehl) go down another rabbit hole in Anon (photo by Monique Carboni)
Feverishly directed by Obie winner and Tony nominee Anne Kauffman, Anon, which the script calls “a kitchen table play,” takes its title from multiple sources, including QAnon and the anonymity that the internet can provide. The cast, led by a frenetic Finn, is fantastic, spreading throughout the political spectrum. Washburn delves not only into tolerance, freedom, and diversity but into the responsibility of parents, the needs of their children, and whether JFK Jr. is destined to become our next president. It’s a swirl of RINOs, libtards, MAGAts, online rabbit holes, and hating your neighbor, as Washburn and Kauffman create an almost too-real atmosphere in which people on opposing sides don’t actually speak to each other face-to-face. In later scenes, the two families’ lives intersect when they are in the house at the same time, although they don’t see one another.
The use of projections for texting and posting are overdone and the plot goes off on a few tangents, but Anon is a whipsmart, funny, and frightening foray into our immediate future, and it isn’t pretty. There’s also a significant amount of Shakespeare, as Delia is given a school assignment to write a soliloquy for a Bard character who doesn’t have one, a metaphor for how so many of us go on social media and deliver our own monologues, some in anonymity, some seeking to go viral.
As the third witch says in the first scene in Macbeth, “Anon!”
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer; you can follow him on Substack here.]
PERICLES: IN CONCERT
Concord Baptist Church of Christ
833 Marcy Ave.
Monday, October 26, $33.85-$55.20 eventbrite.com fireensemble.com
Last year I saw a rousing concert production of William Shakespeare’s Pericles inside the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine, part of the Public Theater’s Public Works initiative. I wrote that it “features music and lyrics by Troy Anthony, a first for someone nurtured through Public Works; the score is an intoxicating mix of gospel, blues, ballads, R&B, and spirituals, at times turning St. John the Divine into a revival meeting. . . . The choreography is by Tiffany Rea-Fisher, who transforms a jousting tournament into a hip-hop dance battle. . . . There’s so much passion and energy on the stage that you just might forget that Pericles is not a very good play; a case has been made that the first two acts were actually written by pamphleteer and innkeeper George Wilkins. The story involves incest, pirates, child prostitution, resurrection, and betrayal as Pericles, the prince of Tyre, escapes the wrath of Antiochus and ventures to Tarsus, Pentapolis, and Ephesus, leaving behind his dead wife, Thaisa, and infant daughter, Marina. . . . Tony nominee Crystal Lucas-Perry brings the house down over and over again as Gower, the narrator, lustrous in a glorious white gown.”
A slightly different version of the show is being presented October 26 at the Concord Baptist Church of Christ in Bed-Stuy, codirected by Anthony and Rea-Fisher and performed by the ninety-person Fire Ensemble, “an intergenerational pop-up choir community that centers BIPOC and queer folx.” Lucas-Perry is reprising her role as Gower; the cast also includes Aisha Jackson, John-Michael Lyles, Jason Veasey, Jaime Cepero, Genesis Adelia Collado, Amina Faye, Treston Henderson, Ava Jones, Cal Mitchell, Dominique Smith, STONES, Cartreze Tucker, Matthew Elijah Webb, Samantha Williams, and Stephen Scott Wormley. Ticket prices range from pay-what-you-can in the balcony to $55.20 for front orchestra seats to see this special show.
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer; you can follow him on Substack here.]
Jacob Ming-Trent testifies to his audience-congregation in How Shakespeare Saved My Life (photo by HanJie Chow)
HOW SHAKESPEARE SAVED MY LIFE
The Shiva Theater at the Public Theater
425 Lafayette St.
Tuesday – Sunday through October 25, $84 publictheater.org redbulltheater.com
Jacob Ming-Trent refers to his one-man show, How Shakespeare Saved My Life, not as an autobiographical tale but as “testimony,” calling the audience his “congregation.” There are heavenly moments as he transforms from a homeless teenager caught up in danger to a successful Shakespearian actor, a shift that took years following his initial inspiration.
When the Boston-born Jacob was twelve in 1992, living in a lower-class neighborhood in Pittsburgh, he accidentally walked into a class on the Bard taught by the football coach, who insisted Jacob read a passage from Henry V. Jacob explains to us, “An angel descended into the classroom, touches me on the nose, and tells me, ‘You will be one of the greatest classical actors of your generation!’ I’m just messin’ with you; that shit didn’t happen. Congregation, I’ll never forget that day. ’Cause when I woke up that morning, I was a superpredator. After that class, I was a Shakespeare prodigy! I was reborn. Play on!”
A charming and engaging performer, Jacob shares his story as his father goes to jail, young Jacob gets in trouble for reading The Merchant of Venice instead of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (he argues with his teacher that the latter is racist), his mother gets remarried and kicks him out of the house, he loses his virginity after reciting a soliloquy from The Two Gentlemen from Verona to a young lady at a party, and he joins a small gang in a local park. He calls up G-d, seeking advice. He auditions for acting school in New York City and is accepted but is soon told that he can only portray certain characters because “fat Black people cannot play heroes. I’m sorry, Mr. Jacob. But there are no roles in Shakespeare for you. If you must do Shakespeare, sound like me! White. Shakespeare was written by a white man for white people.”
Jacob Ming-Trent pays tribute to his heroes as he relives scenes from his life in one-man show (photo by HanJie Chow)
His own heroes, besides Shakespeare, are Biggie, Tupac, and Jean-Michel Basquiat, three prominent and influential Black artists who tragically died before their time, in their twenties.
Jacob continually tells people he is a Shakespearian actor despite never taking the stage professionally, maintaining his dream no matter what life throws at him. And it throws a lot.
Interestingly, the play stops before Jacob begins his prodigious career, which includes being a regular on such series as White Famous and Watchmen and appearing in such Public Theater Shakespeare in the Park productions as Merry Wives,Twelfth Night,Cymbeline, and The Tempest, in addition to many other shows.
Presented by Red Bull Theater at the Public, How Shakespeare Saved My Life is enthusiastically directed by Tony Taccone on Takeshi Kata’s set, consisting of movable walls and stanchions onto which Alexander V. Nichols projects photos and such images as a large rose and Will himself. Sound designer Jake Rodriguez, who also composed the original music, turns up the volume when Ming-Trent is on the run or dancing, with exuberant lighting by Alan C. Edwards.
Ming-Trent reimagines the Bard as a kind of urban poet, a man with a quill who understands the streets. A warm and inviting host, he seamlessly takes on multiple roles, but at ninety minutes the show is too long, with some vignettes tighter than others. For example, a scene where he watches Othello gets confusing quickly and goes on for several awkward minutes. But through it all, he looks like he is having a great time onstage, and that energy is infectious.
“As a Black man fighting injustice daily, my anger and need for revenge almost killed me. Shakespeare taught me how to forgive, and I’m thankful,” he writes in a program note. “I’m not here to share my story but to tell you parts of my tale in the hope that this might save a life as well!”
It’s a tale not told by an idiot, and it signifies a whole lot more than nothing.
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer; you can follow him on Substack here.]
Susannah Millonzi, Susannah Hoffman, Ryan Quinn, and Eric Tucker play all the roles in Bedlam’s stripped-down Othello (photo by Ashley Garrett)
OTHELLO
West End Theatre at St. Paul & St. Andrew United Methodist Church
263 West Eighty-Sixth St. between Broadway & West End Ave.
Tuesday – Sunday, November 7-29, $22.50-$86.50 bedlam.org
[This past spring, Bedlam’s Othello ran at the West End Theatre; it is now back for an encore engagement from November 7 to 29. Below is my original review; it is staged in a small theater with limited tickets, so grab yours as soon as you can.]
In Bedlam’s Othello, William Shakespeare’s words take center stage, for nearly three captivating hours; no cuts have been made to the text, and the presentation feels fresh and new.
A cast of four performs more than a dozen parts in a bare white space, with only a handful of small props: Susannah Hoffman is Desdemona and Cassio, Susannah Millonzi is Roderigo and Emilia, Ryan Quinn is Othello and Bianca, and director Eric Tucker is Iago.
Angry that Othello named Cassio his first lieutenant instead of him, Iago is intent on bringing Othello down, through trickery and deceit. He conspires with the Venetian gentleman Roderigo to convince everyone that the Moorish general Othello used evil witchcraft to force Senator Brabantio’s daughter, Desdemona, into a secret marriage. “Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs,” Iago tells the powerful politician, using race as a sword.
When Othello and Desdemona publicly declare their love for each other, Iago concocts a diabolical plan to persuade Othello that his beloved is having an affair with Cassio, thus ruining the general and his lieutenant, lifting Iago’s station, and allowing Roderigo to pursue his own lust for Desdemona.
“O beware, my lord, of jealousy! / It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock / The meat it feeds on,” Iago says to Othello. “That cuckold lives in bliss / Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; / But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o’er, / Who dotes yet doubts, suspects yet soundly loves!”
To achieve his revenge, Iago must also pull the wool over the eyes of his wife, Emilia, who is Desdemona’s maidservant; Bianca, Cassio’s lover; the Duke of Venice; Gratiano, Brabantio’s brother; Lodovico, Desdemona’s cousin; and Montano, the governor of Cyprus.
That’s precisely what Iago seeks to destroy in anyone who gets in his way.
Othello (Ryan Quinn) and Desdemona (Susannah Hoffman) face doom and dread in Bedlam production (photo by Ashley Garrett)
The first act of Othello takes place with the actors performing on a dirty white floor in front of an unsteady white wall; initially, the only props are a bell and a black rope/noose, but a string of Christmas lights and a microphone are added for a karaoke scene. For the second act, the three rafters of seating are rearranged to form a circle closing in on the middle, where most of the action occurs, although the actors also stomp around behind the audience and up and down the aisles. Cheyenne Sykes’s lighting gets much darker, the characters at times using flashlights. The actors usually but not always make tiny adjustments to Sam Debell’s contemporary costumes to indicate when they are a different character, which can get a little awkward. The karaoke scene is awkward as well, straying from the simpler beauty of the rest of the show.
Hoffman and Millonzi excel in their multiple roles, and Quinn is an admirable, heart-wrenching Othello, but the key to the narrative lies in the hands of Iago, and Tucker, who also designed the tense sound, is a slyly devious master manipulator, his tongue often in his cheek as his plot unfolds; possessed of a rapier wit, he thinks quick on his feet, like an improv comic who’s not about to lose control of the upcoming punch line.
Bedlam’s first two productions, back in 2013, were four-actor versions of Bernard Shaw’s Saint Joan and Hamlet, so this Othello is a return to its roots following such other successful shows as Sense & Sensibility,Arcadia,The Good John Proctor, and Are the Bennet Girls OK? Because of the minimal staging, the words flow beautifully; you have to listen closely, resulting in picking up small elements you may have missed in bigger adaptations with famous stars.
Through it all, the words stand tall, even conquering a few scenes that linger too long or go a bit off-kilter.
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer; you can follow him on Substack here.]
Damon Horowitz’s Becoming Hamlet gives him and the audience the opportunity to portray the tragic Danish prince (photo by Valerie Terranova Photography)
BECOMING HAMLET
Five Angels Theater
789 Tenth Ave. at Fifty-Second St.
Tuesday – Sunday through October 3, $29-$79 becominghamlet.com
To be Hamlet, or not to be Hamlet: That is the question posed in Becoming Hamlet, which continues at Five Angels Theater through October 3.
If you are a purist who wants to see Hamlet, perhaps William Shakespeare’s most famous tragedy, this play is not the thing. However, if you’ve ever wanted to portray the Dane, for a few seconds or a minute or two, then this show just might be the thing, a fun participatory event for those who have dreamed of at least temporary stardom.
Adapted by Damon Horowitz and directed by Sybille Bruun, Becoming Hamlet has streamlined the often-three-hour-play to about a hundred bumpy minutes. The audience has the choice of watching in standard riser seating or participating, in which case they sit on a chair on the floor. Everyone is considered to be Hamlet, as if the conflicted prince has been divided into dozens of beings and personalities. The night I attended, there were about twenty-five Hamlets on the floor and approximately fifteen people in the risers, with plenty of empty seats.
As you enter the theater, characters engage you in conversation — a man in a regal blue suit walked up to me and was surprised when I correctly addressed him as Polonius, so we spoke about whether I was being faithful to Ophelia while studying in Wittenberg. Facilitators in dark cloaks (Tristan Andre, Emily Jackoway, Addy Jenkins, Sevans Martinez) approach you and ask what kind of a role you want, from reading a line on a card to going onstage for something more. I was given the line “I am constant to my purposes” from act five, scene two, and told that I would be led around the right side of the space, then walk slowly to the center, where I would face the audience and make my Shakespearean debut.
While waiting for my moment in the sun — or, in this case, darkness — I couldn’t help but recall two recent dreams in which I was an actor in a play and completely blanked out on my lines, intense fear and embarrassment overwhelming me. So I studied the card relentlessly, even as I occasionally was tapped to deliver other bits of dialogue. Some audience members were led onstage and read lines that were projected on the walls at the right and left.
Alas, a gravedigger (Equiano Mosieri) introduces poor Yorick in classic Shakespeare scene (photo by Valerie Terranova Photography)
The production features fine costumes by Amit Gajwani, with Gertrude (Desiree Baxter) and Ophelia (Jude Feingold) standing out in fabulous shoes. The story has been whittled down to the basics: Hamlet (Horowitz) has returned home to see his recently widowed mother, Gertrude, marry his dead father’s brother, Claudius (David Littleton), who has assumed the crown. Accompanied by his best friend, Horatio (Tyler Moss), Hamlet is told by his father’s ghost (Equiano Mosieri) that Claudius in fact murdered King Hamlet, and he considers revenge. He is in love with Ophelia, whose father, Polonius (Jim Pratzon), is chief counsel to Claudius and whose brother, Laertes (Steven Lamon), is suspicious of Hamlet. As Hamlet appears to be going mad, Claudius summons his nephew’s childhood friend, Guildenkrantz (Truman Gaudoin) — Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have been turned into one person — to be spies for him. There’s a play-within-the-play and a visit to a graveyard, but otherwise various other subplots and minor characters have been excised.
The pacing is inconsistent, since it is dependent on the skills of several dozen nonprofessional actors. Various words are repeated in ways that seem random. The show doesn’t provide new insight into the work; instead, if feels more like a vanity project for Horowitz and the audience, arranged just so they can all play the tormented Danish prince. If you go with that as your goal, not caring about the intricate emotional and psychological aspects of Shakespeare’s story, then you will most likely be fine with what you get.
As my time approached, I devised a plan: Since I was going to deliver my line center stage, only a few feet from my chair, I placed the card facing out. I was tapped on the shoulder, and a facilitator led me on my journey. Finally standing at my spot, I began my very brief soliloquy: “I am constant,” I said defiantly, and then forgot the next word. I looked out at the audience, then, attempting a natural maneuver, at my chair, where I could read the large type. I firmly, proudly stated, “to my purposes,” as if the pause was, well, on purpose.
I sat back down and breathed a huge, silent sigh of relief.
Later, as I was heading for the bus, three women who had been at the show called out to me, “Congratulations!”
I felt like a star.
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer; you can follow him on Substack here.]
Iago (Nick Westrate) embroils Othello (James Udom) in a devious plot in stirring CTH production (photo by Richard Termine)
UPTOWN SHAKESPEARE IN THE PARK: OTHELLO
Classical Theatre of Harlem
Richard Rodgers Amphitheater, Marcus Garvey Park
18 Mt. Morris Park W.
Through July 27, free (advance RSVP recommended), 8:30 www.cthnyc.org
The night I saw the Classical Theatre of Harlem’s stirring adaptation of William Shakespeare’s Othello, the projections weren’t working, but I found that to be a bonus, as this stripped-down version gave the audience the opportunity to investigate the misogyny and racism that’s inherent in the story, told here with a militaristic edge as well as some unexpected comic relief and sexiness.
Last year, Kenny Leon’s Broadway version of Othello starring Denzel Washington and Jake Gyllenhaal gained more recognition for its ticket prices, which reached $921, than for its quality, earning mixed reviews and zero Tony nominations. However, over the last decade, I’ve seen five other Othellos, each of which shined new light on the classic tragedy of jealousy and deceit without breaking the bank: Sam Gold’s captivating and intense iteration at New York Theatre Workshop in 2016, with Daniel Craig, David Oyelowo, and Rachel Brosnahan; Satoshi Miyagi’s hypnotic Mugen Noh Othello at Japan Society in 2018; Ruben Santiago-Hudson’s gripping, emotional Shakespeare in the Park production in 2018; the New Place Players’ immersive, clear, and concise show in 2023; and Bedlam’s three-hour, four-actor sparer-than-spare work this past spring, celebrating every word.
Continuing at the Richard Rodgers Amphitheater in Marcus Garvey Park through July 27, CTH’s Othello, adroitly directed by Carl Cofield (Memnon,A Midsummer Night’s Dream), is trimmed down to a lean 105 minutes on a gray set that resembles the inside of a castle; the characters wear contemporary clothing, linking the past and the present.
Distilled to its essence; the plot zeroes in on Othello (James Udom), a Moor and military hero who has secretly married Desdemona (Isabel Arraiza). Othello’s ensign, Iago (Nick Westrate), furious that he was not promoted to lieutenant, which went to the stalwart Cassio (Orlando Grant) instead, concocts a devious plan to ruin Othello by convincing him that the ever-faithful Desdemona has been cheating on him with Cassio. With Roderigo (Hiram Delgado), who loves Desdemona, in tow, Iago goes to extreme lengths to pull the wool over Othello’s eyes and heart, unwittingly involving his own wife, Emilia (Karen Lugo), Desdemona’s maid; Bianca (Rebecca Pena), Cassio’s lover; Desdemona’s father, Brabantio (Gilbert Cruz), a powerful senator; and others.
Desdemona (Isabel Arraiza) attempts to hold her ground and defend herself in Othello (photo by Richard Termine)
Race is central throughout the play. Speaking to Brabantio early on, Iago tells him, “Even now, now, very now, an old black ram / Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!” The Duke of Venice (Collin McConnell) says to Brabantio in Othello’s presence, “Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.” While duping Cassio, Iago can’t help but refer to the Moor as “black Othello.” And near the conclusion, Emilia calls him “the blacker devil!” These lines pierced me more than they usually do, in part because they take a more prominent place in this significantly shortened adaptation.
There is also added pungency when Othello strikes Desdemona across the face in front of her cousin Lodovico (McConnell); she responds, “I have not deserved this,” standing tall, not about to back down and just take it. This is indeed a twenty-first-century Desdemona.
Despite the many cuts, the key lines are left intact: “I am not what I am.” “If after every tempest come such calms, / May the winds blow till they have wakened death.” “Reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation!” “O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! / It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock / The meat it feeds on.” “Farewell content!” “And think it no addition, nor my wish, / To have him see me womaned.”
However, Bard purists might not like some of the key changes Cofield has employed, including a different, more exciting ending. Zounds!
Westrate (The Wild Duck,A Delicate Ship) is a conniving Iago, filled with vitriol and venom. Arraiza (The Merchant of Venice,Julius Caesar) is one of the strongest, most well defined Desdemonas I’ve ever seen. Recent NYU grad Grant (A Midsummer Night’s Dream,GIRLBOSS) is staunch as the brave but confused Cassio.
But the center of the play is Udom (The Rolling Stone,Mies Julie), who gives a complex, riveting performance. He commands the stage with a building fury; most productions are organized around Iago, but CTH shows why Shakespeare called it Othello, not Iago.
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer; you can follow him on Substack here.]
Ophelia (Francesca Mills) and Hamlet (Hiran Abeysekera) try to hold on to their love in National Theatre production at BAM (photo by Julieta Cervantes)
HAMLET
Brooklyn Academy of Music
BAM Strong Harvey
651 Fulton St.
Through May 17, $46-$226 www.bam.org/hamlet
One of the myriad great things about Shakespeare’s plays is their adaptability; they can be done as straightforwardly as possible or be transplanted into an endless number of settings, changing the time and place while staying true to the Bard’s words. Nevertheless, some productions get so caught up in their tinkering that they lose sight of the play itself.
Two current shows in New York City take different approaches to a pair of Shakespeare’s most popular tragedies, but each is a celebration of the language. I found myself discovering details in the National Theatre’s Hamlet at BAM and Bedlam’s Othello at the West End Theatre that made each work feel fresh and new across their nearly three hours.
BAM has a long history with Hamlet; it was their inaugural theatrical presentation, in 1861. It was also the National’s first play in London, in 1963. Continuing at the Harvey through May 17, director Robert Hastie (Operation Mincemeat) reimagines the dour Dane for the modern era in a dark and funny version with numerous delicate touches.
Hiran Abeysekera portrays Hamlet as a kind of nepo baby trying to find his way in a world that has suddenly shifted for him following the death of his father, the king (a terrific Ryan Ellsworth, also the Player King and the gravedigger), followed by his mother’s (Ayesha Dharker) almost immediate marriage to the king’s brother, Claudius (a splendid Alistair Petrie), who now wears the crown. It gets even more complicated when his father’s ghost appears and reveals that uncle Claudius poisoned him in order to ascend to the throne.
With vengeance on his mind, Hamlet doesn’t have enough room in his life for Ophelia (a sprightly Francesca Mills, donning angel wings), who loves him deeply. Her father, Polonius (Matthew Cottle), is Claudius’s chief counselor, and her brother, Laertes (Tom Glenister), is determined to defend her honor at any cost.
Hamlet finds comfort in his closest friend, Horatio (a delightful Tessa Wong), but is suspicious when two of his best buds from childhood, Rosencrantz (Hari Mackinnon) and Guildenstern (Joe Bolland), suddenly arrive; it’s not long before he gets them to admit that they were brought to Denmark by Gertrude to spy on him because of his recent odd behavior.
When a traveling theater troupe arrives to put on a play, Hamlet convinces the First Player (Maureen Beattie) to stage The Mousetrap with a bonus passage by Hamlet, telling the story of a man who kills his brother, the king, exactly how Claudius murdered his sibling, in order to wed his widow and become king himself. “The play’s the thing / Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the King,” Hamlet says.
As Hamlet descends into madness, Fortinbras (Kiren Kebaili-Dwyer), the crown prince of Norway, prepares his troops to invade Denmark and bodies start piling up.
Hamlet begins in an elegant ballroom with realistic forest wallpaper and transforms into a theater for the fabulous play-within-a-play and a graveyard; the sets are by Ben Stones, who also designed the modern costumes, which for Hamlet includes a Blockbuster Video sweatshirt, a nod to Michael Almereyda’s 2000 film version in which Ethan Hawke delivers the “To Be or Not to Be” monologue while walking through a Blockbuster store, and a “Tobacco and Boys” T-shirt that references the unconfirmed Christopher Marlowe quote “All they that love not Tobacco and Boys are fools”; the phrase was also used by Shakespearean actor Stephen Fry in the title of his 1979 play, Latin! or Tobacco and Boys.
Hastie makes small tweaks to the script that practically leap off the page. Polonius tells Laertes, “To thine own selves be true,” altering “self” to “selves”; Ophelia loudly joins in when Polonius advises his son, “Neither a borrower nor a lender be”; and the “To Be or Not to Be” soliloquy is moved to later in the play, at a crucial point. The language is so front and center that the nearly endless stream of familiar phrases that became names of books, plays, and movies jumps out, from Infinite Jest and What Dreams May Come to The Undiscovered Country and Sleep No More.
As adorable as he is melancholic, Abeysekera (Life of Pi) grabs the audience’s attention from the beginning and never lets go, regularly making faces and gesturing at the crowd. When another character delivers a monologue directly to the audience, Abeysekera looks at them, and us, as if wondering what is going on, believing that only he can see and talk to us. And when he does speak to us, he has us in the palm of his hands, even with his millennial flourishes as he delivers some of Shakespeare’s most unforgettable soliloquies in his own style. He may not be Olivier, Burton, Branagh, Bernhardt, or Gielgud, but he doesn’t have to be; he just has to be Abeysekera, putting his own stamp on the part.
Through it all, the words stand tall, even conquering a few scenes that linger too long or go a bit off-kilter.
Of course, the play’s the thing.
Susannah Millonzi, Susannah Hoffman, Ryan Quinn, and Eric Tucker play all the roles in Bedlam’s stripped-down Othello (photo by Ashley Garrett)
OTHELLO
West End Theatre at St. Paul & St. Andrew United Methodist Church
263 West Eighty-Sixth St. between Broadway & West End Ave.
Tuesday – Sunday through May 30, $24-$86 bedlam.org/w-o/othello
In the National Theatre’s Hamlet, eighteen actors take on twenty-six roles on multiple sets. In Bedlam’s Othello, a cast of four performs more than a dozen parts in a bare white space, with only a handful of small props: Susannah Hoffman is Desdemona and Cassio, Susannah Millonzi is Roderigo and Emilia, Ryan Quinn is Othello and Bianca, and director Eric Tucker is Iago. As with Hamlet, Shakespeare’s words take center stage, for nearly three captivating hours.
Angry that Othello named Cassio his first lieutenant instead of him, Iago is intent on bringing Othello down, through trickery and deceit. He conspires with the Venetian gentleman Roderigo to convince everyone that the Moorish general Othello used evil witchcraft to force Senator Brabantio’s daughter, Desdemona, into a secret marriage. “Your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs,” Iago tells the powerful politician, using race as a sword.
When Othello and Desdemona publicly declare their love for each other, Iago concocts a diabolical plan to persuade Othello that his beloved is having an affair with Cassio, thus ruining the general and his lieutenant, lifting Iago’s station, and allowing Roderigo to pursue his own lust for Desdemona.
“O beware, my lord, of jealousy! / It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock / The meat it feeds on,” Iago says to Othello. “That cuckold lives in bliss / Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; / But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o’er, / Who dotes yet doubts, suspects yet soundly loves!”
To achieve his revenge, Iago must also pull the wool over the eyes of his wife, Emilia, who is Desdemona’s maidservant; Bianca, Cassio’s lover; the Duke of Venice; Gratiano, Brabantio’s brother; Lodovico, Desdemona’s cousin; and Montano, the governor of Cyprus.
That’s precisely what Iago seeks to destroy in anyone who gets in his way.
Othello (Ryan Quinn) and Desdemona (Susannah Hoffman) face doom and dread in Bedlam production (photo by Ashley Garrett)
The first act of Othello takes place with the actors performing on a dirty white floor in front of an unsteady white wall; initially, the only props are a bell and a black rope/noose, but a string of Christmas lights and a microphone are added for a karaoke scene. For the second act, the three rafters of seating are rearranged to form a circle closing in on the middle, where most of the action occurs, although the actors also stomp around behind the audience and up and down the aisles. Cheyenne Sykes’s lighting gets much darker, the characters at times using flashlights. The actors usually but not always make tiny adjustments to Sam Debell’s contemporary costumes to indicate when they are a different character, which can get a little awkward. The karaoke scene is awkward as well, straying from the simpler beauty of the rest of the show.
Hoffman and Millonzi excel in their multiple roles, and Quinn is an admirable, heart-wrenching Othello, but the key to the narrative lies in the hands of Iago, and Tucker, who also designed the tense sound, is a slyly devious master manipulator, his tongue often in his cheek as his plot unfolds; possessed of a rapier wit, he thinks quick on his feet, like an improv comic who’s not about to lose control of the upcoming punch line.
Bedlam’s first two productions, back in 2013, were four-actor versions of Bernard Shaw’s Saint Joan and Hamlet, so this Othello is a return to its roots following such other successful shows as Sense & Sensibility,Arcadia,The Good John Proctor, and Are the Bennet Girls OK? Because of the minimal staging, the words flow beautifully; you have to listen closely, resulting in picking up small elements you may have missed in bigger adaptations with major stars.
Through it all, the words stand tall, even conquering a few scenes that linger too long or go a bit off-kilter.
Of course, the play’s the thing.
[Mark Rifkin is a Brooklyn-born, Manhattan-based writer; you can follow him on Substack here.]