this week in theater

YOUR TABLE IS READY — ARE YOU?

Table 17 goes back and forth in time as a couple looks at their past, present, and future (photo by Daniel J. Vasquez)

TABLE 17
Susan & Ronald Frankel Theater
Robert W. Wilson MCC Theater Space
511 West Fifty-Second St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
Through September 29, $60-$150
mcctheater.org

Writer Douglas Lyons and director Zhailon Levingston have followed up their sweet and savory 2021 Broadway debut, Chicken & Biscuits, with another culinary collaboration, MCC Theater’s Table 17, although this one is more appetizer and dessert, skipping the main course.

The eighty-five-minute play was inspired by Lyons’s admiration of Black rom-coms, including Love & Basketball, How Stella Got Her Groove Back, Poetic Justice, and Love Jones; posters of various films line the hallway lobby. Each audience member gets a pseudo menu for a restaurant called Bianca’s, which has information about the show and “Today’s Special,” a message from Lyons that asks everyone to “unbutton your top button, the pants too, and let yourself be. When the characters ask you for advice, don’t be shy, talk to ’em.”

Jason Sherwood’s set features sixteen glowing white tables surrounding a round platform where another table sits under a disco ball; at the back of the stage is a long wall with compartments that can open, changing from windows to plush cushions to bars with glasses and bottles, with embedded LED and neon lighting by Ben Stanton.

The incomparable Kara Young, who has been nominated for three Tonys in successive years, 2022, 2023, and 2024, as Best Featured Actress for Clyde’s, Cost of Living, and Purlie Victorious: A Non-Confederate Romp Through the Cotton Patch, winning for the last one, stars as Jada Cory, a frantically harried young woman who enters to Chaka Khan’s “I’m Every Woman” and asks the audience whether she should change her outfit as she gets ready to meet her ex-fiancé for the first time in two years. “Him calling outta the blue caught me off guard,” she explains. “But, I know Dallas. His pride would not allow him to reach out to me unless he missed me. And I mean, why wouldn’t he?”

Playwright, filmmaker, and actor Biko Eisen-Martin (soft, 3rd and Palou) is Dallas Thompson, a would-be smooth operator who thinks he looks great in corduroy and enters to Usher’s “Nice & Slow.” “Do I miss her? I can’t say I don’t,” he says. “But, if I was saying I did, I’d wanna know she missed me first, before I admitted it. Though, this ain’t me admittin’ it — so, chill out.”

Dallas Thompson (Biko Eisen-Martin) and Jada Cory (Kara Young) rehash old times in MCC world premiere (photo by Daniel J. Vasquez)

And Michael Rishawn, who originated roles in Handjob and Ain’t No Mo’, takes on multiple roles, from snarky restaurant host River Wilks to a cocky bartender who brags about his success with women to Eric, a flight attendant colleague of Jada’s.

As Jada and Dallas play a kind of cat-and-mouse game in the present over whether they are still attracted to each other, the narrative is interrupted by flashbacks to their meet cute, blossoming romance, and eventual breakup. It’s also interrupted by River, who has to be their server as well that evening, offering such pearls of wisdom as “Life sucks, don’t it?” and, when Jada asks him to recommend a dish, “No, I work here. I don’t eat here.”

Young is a delight to watch, even when she goes over the top; she is a master of physical comedy and hilarious facial expressions. Eisen-Martin is steadfast as Dallas, who thinks he’s a lot more cool, calm, and collected than he really is. And Rishawn is a barrel of energy switching among his parts, although he too often takes things too far, the comic relief becoming too absurd.

Like so many rom-coms, Table 17 is light fare that goes down easy, a tasty eighty-five-minute morsel that doesn’t have a lot of meat on its bones but is still yummy.

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

LOOKING IN THE MIRROR AND SEEING WHAT WE WANT TO SEE

(photo © Thomas Brunot)

Jimmy Mako (Sam Simahk) has trouble in mind in See What I Wanna See (photo © Thomas Brunot)

SEE WHAT I WANNA SEE
154 Christopher Street
Through September 29, $64-$93
www.ootbtheatrics.com

“We only see what we want to see; we only hear what we want to hear. Our belief system is just like a mirror that only shows us what we believe,” spiritual teacher and author Don Miguel Ruiz said.

When an early version of Michael John LaChiusa’s See What I Wanna See, then called R Shomon and based on three short stories by Japanese writer Ryünosuke Akutagawa, debuted at the Williamstown Theater Festival in 2004, audiences saw a stellar cast consisting of Audra McDonald, Henry Stram, Michael C. Hall, Tom Wopat, and Mary Testa. When the musical moved to the Public the next year, it featured Idina Menzel, Marc Kudisch, Stram, Aaron Lohr, and Testa, garnering Drama Desk nominations for outstanding music and lyrics. Audiences must have been seeing what they wanted to see, hearing what they wanted to hear.

Out of the Box Theatrics’ current revival at 154 Christopher, particularly the second act, is hard to watch. Each act begins with a snippet from Akutagawa’s “Kesa and Morito,” about a pair of doomed lovers portrayed by Marina Kondo and Sam Simahk as well as small Japanese puppets. “Tonight I kiss my lover / for the last time,” Kesa announces at the start.

In the first act, R shomon — based on Akutagawa’s “In a Grove,” which was adapted by Akira Kurosawa into the classic film Rashomon — takes place in New York City, as thief Jimmy Mako (Simahk) sets his sights on bedding a nightclub singer (Kondo) and robbing her wealthy husband (Kelvin Moon Loh) in Central Park. What eventually happens is told from multiple perspectives, by a janitor (Zachary Noah Piser), the thief, the wife, and the husband, channeled through a medium (Ann Sanders). It’s a lurid tale, also told with puppets, that quickly becomes confusing and annoying, the characters’ actions and motivations difficult to believe. Kurosawa crafted the story into a brilliant exploration of a rape and murder as seen through the eyes of four witnesses from four different angles; LaChiusa focuses more on the actions themselves, creating a distance between audience and performer.

People wait for a miracle in Central Park in Michael John LaChiusa revival (photo © Thomas Brunot)

The second half, “Gloryday,” is a retelling of Akutagawa’s “Dragon: the Old Potter’s Tale,” in which a priest sets up a practical joke that becomes something much more than he ever could have expected. In LaChiusa’s version, a priest (Piser) has lost his faith following the 9/11 terrorist attacks. “My life, now, is . . . is like . . . a sentence in which every word seems to be missing a letter,” he says to an offstage monsignor. He argues with his aunt (Sanders), an avowed socialist and atheist who declares there cannot be a G-d because of all the war, crime, graft, and “stupid new TV shows.”

The priest decides to pull a prank on New York, delivering a message that announces, “In three weeks / on Tuesday / at one P.M. sharp / a miracle will occur / here in Central Park / Before our very eyes / from the depths of the pond / Christ will rise! / Believe! / And be free! / Believe and be free!” In the park he meets a CPA (Loh), an actress (Kondo), a reporter (Simahk), and others who are all looking for more out of life and hoping that this promised miracle might be their way forward. But it turns out the joke is on the priest.

LaChiusa, whose previous shows include The Wild Party, Queen of the Mist, and The Gardens of Anuncia, and director Emilio Ramos never get a firm grasp of the narrative, resulting in clunky staging. The hand-operated marionettes in the first act are cute and add Japanese flavor, but the shadow puppets in the second feel unnecessary. Also unnecessary is the actors being miked in such a small, intimate theater, furthering the distance between audience and performer. (The sound is by Germán Martínez, with moody lighting by Kat C. Zhou, effective costumes by Siena Zoë Allen, unmemorable choreography by Paul McGill, and puppet design by Tom Lee.) Emmie Finckel’s set is anchored by a Central Park arch lined with LED tape.

Maybe in 2004, during the Iraq War, the second act was timely, but in 2024, twenty-three years after 9/11, it feels dated and manipulative; New Yorkers will never forget what happened, but we have also moved on. These days we are searching for other kinds of miracles as we fall prey to new forms of practical jokes primarily over social media, where we see what we want to see and hear what we want to hear.

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

REVELATION READING: ANOTHER MEDEA

Tom Hewitt gives an unforgettable performance in Aaron Mark’s mesmerizing ANOTHER MEDEA (photo by Aaron Mark)

Tom Hewitt gives an unforgettable performance in Aaron Mark’s darkly mesmerizing Another Medea (photo by Aaron Mark)

ANOTHER MEDEA
Sheen Center for Thought and Culture
Frank Shiner Theater
18 Bleecker St. between Mott & Elizabeth Sts.
Tuesday, October 8, $53-$78, 7:30
Medea: Re-Versed continues through October 13
www.redbulltheater.com

In conjunction with its presentation of Medea: Re-Versed, Luis Quintero’s hip-hop reimagining of the Euripides tragedy, Red Bull is hosting a one-night-only special Revelation Reading encore performance of Aaron Mark’s Another Medea, taking place October 8 at the Sheen Center. “Funny, insightful, and haunting, it is a fascinating contemporary play about a disarming psychopath and also a twisted love letter to classical theater,” Red Bull founding artistic director Jesse Berger said in a statement. “With the inimitable Tom Hewitt as our guide to this labyrinth, audiences are in for a deceptively simple and revelatory theatrical journey.”

Below is my original review of the show when it ran in October 2013 at the All for One Solo Theater festival at the Cherry Lane; it was originally produced earlier that year at the Duplex in the West Village and then New York Theatre Workshop at Dartmouth and later played at the Wild Project.

Aaron Mark’s Another Medea is as intense and gripping a show as you’re ever likely to see, a harrowing examination of Euripides’s Medea myth, set in modern-day New York City. The eighty-minute one-man show is spectacularly acted by Tom Hewitt, in a 180-degree turn from his Broadway resume, which includes such villainous musical characters as Dr. Frank N Furter in The Rocky Horror Show, Billy Flynn in Chicago, Scar in The Lion King, and Pontius Pilate in Jesus Christ Superstar. Hewitt plays an actor determined to meet fellow thespian Marcus Sharp, who is in prison for committing a horrific crime. For most of the show, Hewitt is seated behind a small table, retelling the story that Sharp told his onetime understudy when they finally met.

Sharp shares his tale in precise, exacting detail, using multiple voices as he talks about his relationship with a wealthy British doctor named Jason, one that ends in heartbreaking tragedy. Writer-director Mark (Commentary, Failed Suicide Attempts, Random Unrelated Projects) wrote the show specifically for Hewitt, who is performing it at the third annual All for One Theater Festival at the Cherry Lane Studio Theatre (and for the first time without the script in front of him). Hewitt is nothing short of breathtaking, immersing himself in the role of an extremely complex and conflicted character whose crime is unfortunately all too familiar in these difficult times. His mastery of the material is stunning, poetically delivered without calling attention to itself. Brutal and beautiful at the same time, Another Medea is a one-of-a-kind theatrical experience that deserves to have a longer life in a bigger venue.

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

STAGED READING: SOMEONE IS SENDING A MESSAGE

Who: Roberta Wallach, Penny Fuller, James Naughton, Michael Citriniti
What: Staged reading
Where: Ethical Culture Society, 2 West Sixty-Fourth St., Ceremonial Hall, 646-366-9340
When: Thursday, September 26, $25, 2:00
Why: “Life goes on. With or without you. You can either shut down or join in,” Nick Springer once said. On September 26 at 2:00, the life of the Paralympic gold medalist will be honored with a staged reading of the new play Someone Is Sending a Message, taking place at the New York Society for Ethical Culture’s Ceremonial Hall. Springer, a quadriplegic who won his gold in wheelchair rugby at the 2008 Beijing Games, died in April 2021 at the age of thirty-five; he had contracted meningococcal meningitis in 1999 but led a courageous fight to make the most of his life. “A lot of people look at me like I’m fragile,” he told the New York Times in 2003. “Sports gives me a chance to get out there and bang myself up.”

Written by Susan Charlotte, directed by Antony Marsellis, and presented by Cause Célèbre, the play features Drama Desk nominee Roberta Wallach, Tony nominee Penny Fuller, two-time Tony winner James Naughton, and Michael Citriniti in a story about an artist friend of Nick’s who must face her future without him as well as her brother, who also passed away in his thirties. Tickets are $25 for this special event.

AXIS COMPANY ENCORE ENGAGEMENT: TWELFTH NIGHT

Axis puts a dark spin on Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night (photo by Pavel Antonov)

TWELFTH NIGHT
Axis Theatre Company
One Sheridan Sq. between West Fourth & Washington Sts.
Wednesday – Saturday, September 25 – October 26, $11-$44, 8:00
866-811-4111
www.axiscompany.org

Following its initial run earlier this year, Axis’s dark and involving theatrical adaptation of Twelfth Night is back at the company’s Sheridan Square home for an encore engagement running September 25 to October 26. Below is twi-ny’s original review from May.

I described the last two productions I saw of William Shakespeare’s 1601–02 Twelfth Night as “light and lively,” “ecstatic,” “a joy to behold,” and “a pure delight.” I would not use any of those words to describe Axis Theatre Company’s streamlined new production, but that won’t stop me from heartily recommending it.

Shakespeare professor Marc Palmieri’s adaptation focuses on the darker side of this mistaken-identity romantic comedy about unrequited love, which has been trimmed to a fast-paced ninety minutes. David Zeffren’s lighting remains dim throughout on director Randall Sharp’s haunting stage, where actors are surrounded by large rectangular blocks and shadowy entrances; in one corner, guitarist and sound designer Paul Carbonara and pianist Yonatan Gutfeld (the keyboards are embedded in one of the blocks) perform Carbonara’s subtle Baroque-like score. Karl Ruckdeschel’s costumes — men’s suits and long coats, women’s gowns — are muted grays, lavenders, and earth tones; even Malvolio’s socks are a subdued yellow, not as garishly ridiculous as usual.

“If music be the food of love, play on / Give me excess of it,” Duke Orsino (Jon McCormick) declares as the show begins. The story is familiar to Shakespeare aficionados: In faraway Illyria, the wealthy countess Olivia (Katy Frame) rejects all suitors, including Orsino, who is in love with her. Her loyal steward, Malvolio (Axis producing director Brian Barnhart), also harbors a secret passion for the noblewoman. Twins Viola (Britt Genelin) and Sebastian (Eli Bridges) survive a shipwreck and wash up onshore, each ignorant that the other is still alive. One of the duke’s gentlemen, Curio (Robert Ierardi), explains to Viola, who has now disguised herself as a man named Cesario, that Olivia keeps repulsing Orsino’s advances. Viola quickly decides that she will convince Olivia to see Orsino in order to secure a place for herself in the duke’s employ.

Sebastian was rescued by Antonio (Jim Sterling), a sea captain who requests to be his servant. Believing his sister to be dead, Sebastian disguises himself as Roderigo and heads to the court of Orsino, where Antonio is not welcome.

Meanwhile, a group of conniving drunks hover around Olivia: her uncle, the raunchy Sir Toby Belch (George Demas); Sir Toby’s friend, the faux-elegant squire Sir Andrew Aguecheek (Andrew Dawson), who Sir Toby presents to Olivia as a potential suitor; Olivia’s chambermaid, Maria (Dee Pelletier); Olivia’s fool, Feste (Spencer Aste); and her servant Fabian (Brian Parks). “You must confine yourself within the modest limits of order,” Maria warns Sir Toby, who replies, “Confine! I’ll confine myself no finer than I am: these clothes are good enough to drink in; and so be these boots too.”

Axis Theatre Company’s Bard adaptation is back for an encore engagement (photo by Pavel Antonov)

After Malvolio chastises them for their ill behavior, Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, Feste, and Fabian, under Maria’s lead, concoct a plan to embarrass Malvolio in front of everyone. Maria explains, “Marry, sir, sometimes he is a kind and affectioned ass / the best persuaded of himself, so crammed, as he thinks / with excellencies, that it is his grounds of faith / that all that look on him love him / and on that vice in him will my revenge find / notable cause to work.”

It all comes to a head in a grand finale that, while not as boisterous as in other iterations, is as satisfying in its exactitude.

Axis refers to Twelfth Night as “Shakespeare’s most painful comedy,” and that’s just what Sharp, Palmieri, and the superb cast deliver. The company’s dungeonlike space on Sheridan Square is tailor-made for eerie, chimeric stories bathed in gloom, doom, and gothic and apocalyptic humor. In such previous works as High Noon, Dead End, Last Man Club, and Worlds Fair Inn, Axis founding artistic director Sharp has presented stark, compelling productions heavy in dark atmosphere but not without comic moments.

In this Twelfth Night, Olivia is fretful, often edgy with anxiety. She has no friends, only those who want her wealth or favor. Many of the characters, from Malvolio and Olivia to Feste and Sir Toby Belch, have a slightly pathetic bent to them. When Sir Andrew proclaims, “Shall we set about some revels?” and Sir Toby replies, “What shall we do else?,” the revelries that follow are not exactly a fanciful, fun frolic. Feste sings “O Mistress mine where are you roaming?” and “When that I was and a little tiny boy (With hey, ho, the wind and the rain)” and Carbonara and Yonatan Gutfeld’s music ramps up, accompanied by Lynn Mancinelli’s period choreography, but it’s not quite a royal ball. A subtle cloud of desperation hangs over the festivities. In fact, sometimes it feels like a night on the Bowery. Even the revelation scenes are kept relatively low key.

Twelfth Night demonstrates precisely what Sharp and Axis do best, whether offering an original play or a fresh take on an old chestnut. As always, they also include a related window display at the bottom of the theater entry stairs, this time providing added ambience and some shipwreck Easter eggs but no cakes and ale.

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

ASKING FOR MORE: THE ASK at the wild project

Greta (Betsy Aidem) and Tanner (Colleen Litchfield) face off in Matthew Freeman’s The Ask (photo by Kent Mesiter)

THE ASK
the wild project
195 East Third St. between Aves. A & B
Wednesday – Sunday through September 28, $58.59
thewildproject.com

In a two-minute television commercial for the American Civil Liberties Union that has been running since the fall of 2022, comedian, author, and actor W. Kamau Bell explains, “As Americans, there’s one thing we can all agree on: the promise of our Constitution — and the hope that liberty and justice is for all people.” In the ad, Bell, an ACLU ambassador, asks viewers to become members of the civil rights organization for $19 a month, a fee also requested to join No Kid Hungry, the World Wildlife Fund, St. Jude’s, the ASPCA, and other charitable institutions. (The amount is both for tax purposes and perception, keeping it under $20.)

In Matthew Freeman’s stimulating new play, The Ask, making its world premiere through September 28 at the wild project, an ACLU fundraiser is asking for a whole lot more from a longtime donor who is on the fence about her future support of the nonprofit that started in 1920 and “is committed to fight for freedom and the protection of constitutional rights for generations to come.”

Greta (Betsy Aidem) is a wealthy seventysomething widow and lifelong feminist, a successful photographer who lives in Florida and the Upper West Side (and just sold her home in Maine). Tanner (Colleen Litchfield) is an adopted nonbinary millennial who resides in Bushwick and is a gift planning officer for the ACLU.

It’s set in December 2022, five months before the World Health Organization declared the Covid-19 pandemic no longer a public health emergency. The characters’ first discussion is about Tanner’s presence; they’ve replaced Greta’s longtime ACLU contact, Carol, under unclear circumstances. Greta is unhappy that she wasn’t notified of Carol’s departure, nor has she been told the reason, although she suspects Carol was part of recent layoffs, which the ACLU executive director referred to as “right-sizing.”

Tanner dances around the answer, which annoys Greta. It’s a theme that runs throughout the play: Greta feels free to share anything about herself and her views, while Tanner is stiff and reserved, careful what they say about the ACLU and, more critically, about themself as they delve into the First Amendment, hate speech, student debt, the Founding Fathers and slavery, the Supreme Court, hunger, high-speed internet for underserved communities, and reproductive rights. Greta is upset by the number of emails she gets from the ACLU and some members’ references to the Constitution as a white-supremacist document, while Tanner keeps trying to convince Greta that the ACLU’s purpose is as consequential and necessary as ever.

“You do plenty of good in the world,” Tanner says. Greta replies, “Thank you, you’re the one who does good. I just write proverbial checks.” Tanner encourages her, “Well, they matter.” To which Greta shoots back, “Yes yes, you have to say that.”

But the tide turns on Tanner’s inability to say one word, the very term that is most important to Greta.

Tanner (Colleen Litchfield) has an impossible mission on their hands in world premiere at the wild project (photo by Kent Mesiter)

At its core, The Ask is about personal and professional identity. Greta not only speaks her mind but makes her living as a photographer, taking pictures of other people and places that shape her view of the world. Her apartment is cluttered with books piled on and under tables, including art tomes on Vincent van Gogh, Alice Neel, Paul Gauguin, and Ninth Street Women in addition to such feminist and left-leaning literature as Gloria Steinem’s Revolution from Within; Diane di Prima’s Recollections of My Life as a Woman: The New York Years; Amy Goodman and David Goodman’s Standing Up to the Madness: Ordinary Heroes in Extraordinary Times, about what one can do to fight for what they believe in; and Jodie Patterson’s The Bold World: A Memoir of Family and Transformation, about a mother whose toddler tells her that she is not a girl but a boy.

Greta’s cozy, intimate apartment is filled with photographs hung on black-and-white scallop-shell wallpaper, both her own and several taken by Pictures Generation artist Cindy Sherman, who reimagines herself as different personae in cinematic self-portraits that explore gender and identity. Tanner, who is clearly uncomfortable sharing certain personal information with Greta, expresses their admiration of Sherman. “I love her too; I think she’s a scream,” Greta says. Tanner responds, “I think she’s terrifying.”

Tanner is also enamored with a photograph of a dinosaur, which Greta refers to as her self-portrait, an ancient creature surrounded by real life. Tanner points out, “Except for Cindy Sherman. She’s not real life.” Greta, keeping their cat-and-mouse game going, counters, “She’s a little more real than a Brontosaurus.”

The play is intricately directed by Jessi D. Hill (Small, Ushuaia Blue), who makes the most of Craig Napoliello’s almost claustrophobic set, which has a small hallway in the back that leads to the unseen kitchen and bathroom, bringing some kind of respite to the tense proceedings occurring in the study, where Greta, in black pants, a loose-fitting purple blouse, and clogs, sits comfortably in a chair while Tanner, in brown pants, a V-neck sweater, a dark blazer, and sneakers, is rigid and uneasy in an opposite chair. (The costumes are by Nicole Wee, with sharp sound by Cody Hom and bright lighting by Daisy Long.)

Freeman (Silver Spring, Why We Left Brooklyn) writes with a refreshing assuredness, creating dialogue that could have become pedantic and self-serving but instead is through-provoking and, often, very funny even as it deals with serious situations. Tony nominee Aidem (Prayer for the French Republic, All the Way) is energetic and appealing as Greta, a wholly believable feminist who doesn’t want to see everything her generation accomplished just slip away, while Litchfield (The Summoning, The Heart of Robin Hood) stands firm as a much younger individual who has their own vision of the future but cannot say it out loud. (Both actors were in the original Broadway cast of Leopoldstadt, Aidem as Grandma Emilia, Litchfield as Hanna.)

Even at eighty minutes, the play is a bit too long, repeating several points and including one gratuitous monologue, but otherwise it expertly captures the changes that are evolving primarily on the left in today’s society. Greta and Tanner are battling each other instead of the other side, unwilling to compromise their values.

“I imagine in your life. Your individuality is important to you. Asserting your identity, your uniqueness, that’s been important to you. It might have even been a struggle. I don’t want to assume anything, but I imagine that’s true for you?” Greta says, adding, “But you see, I also want to be treated as an individual. As a woman, I mean, as a woman I’ve had to fight against the perception that I am a certain way, that I am defined by all these stereotypes about women.”

Tanner wants to change the subject, understanding that Greta might not like what they have to say — and it’s about a lot more than a charitable donation, whether $19 a month or a much higher figure.

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

RICHARD TOPOL ON ABRAM, SHYLOCK, AND ANTISEMITISM: OUR CLASS / THE MERCHANT OF VENICE

Rich Topol first played Abram Baker in Our Class at BAM this past January (photo by Pavel Antonov)

OUR CLASS / THE MERCHANT OF VENICE
Classic Stage Company, Lynn F. Angelson Theater
136 East Thirteenth St. between Third & Fourth Aves.
Our Class: Tuesday – Sunday, September 12 – November 3, $89-$139
The Merchant of Venice: Tuesday – Sunday, November 22 – December 22, $59-$129
www.classicstage.org
www.arlekinplayers.com

Earlier this year, Arlekin Players Theatre and MART Foundation’s timely new adaptation of Polish playwright Tadeusz Słobodzianek’s 2008 drama, Our Class, sold out a three-week run at the BAM Fisher as part of the Under the Radar festival. Inspired by actual events that occurred in the small village of Jedwabne, Poland, the three-hour play, directed by the endlessly inventive Igor Golyak, focuses on antisemitism among a group of ten Polish students, five Jewish, five Catholic, all born in 1919–20, from childhood to young adulthood to old age, although several don’t make it through a horrific 1941 pogrom.

In my January 30 review, I wrote, “The cast and crew, who hail from Russia, Ukraine, Poland, Israel, Germany, and the US, are superb. . . . Perhaps the best thing about Our Class is that it doesn’t preach at the audience; it has a message and a point of view but is not teaching us about good and evil.”

The show, which was nominated for Drama League, Outer Critics Circle, and Drama Desk Awards, is back for a return engagement September 12 – November 3 at Classic Stage, with the same cast and crew. One thing that will be at least somewhat different is the staging, as Classic Stage is smaller and more intimate than the Fisher (199 seats vs. 250), and the audience sits on three sides of the action. Arlekin’s residency continues there November 22 – December 22 with the New York debut of its unique and unusual production of Shakespeare’s The most excellent historie of the Merchant of Venice with the exxtreame cruelitie of Shylocke the Jewe, featuring much of the same team as Our Class, including director Golyak and actors Richard Topol, Gus Birney, José Espinosa, Tess Goldwyn, Stephen Ochsner, and Alexandra Silber.

Topol, who has starred as Jewish characters on and off Broadway in such works as Indecent, The Chosen, Awake & Sing, Prayer for the French Republic, and King of the Jews, plays Abram Baker in Our Class, a student who leaves Poland and becomes a rabbi in America. In The Merchant of Venice, he will play Shylock, the Jewish moneylender previously portrayed by Edmund Kean, Edwin Booth, Jacob Adler, Orson Welles, Al Pacino, Laurence Olivier, John Douglas Thompson, Andrew Scott, and many others.

In my January 8 Substack post “‘class consciousness’: we are not safe. again.,” exploring Our Class and antisemitism in relation to Hamas’s brutal attack on Israel on October 7 and the aftermath, Topol explained, “Certainly the violence that is occurring in both Ukraine and Israel/Gaza is impacting my relationship and understanding of the play. And it’s making Our Class a story that feels even more important to tell. Because it’s based on true events that occurred not far from Ukraine. And because it’s about cycles of hate. And the violence that can come from that hate.”

As the company began rehearsals for the Classic Stage transfer, I asked Topol several questions about the two plays and his characters.

twi-ny: What similarities do you see between Abram and Shylock?

rt: Well, for starters, they are both Jews living through perilous times filled with antisemitism. They are both fathers who love their children deeply. They are both connected to their religion fully. And they both face moments where they struggle with how to respond to people who treat them with indignity.

twi-ny: What are their main differences?

rt: I think their main difference is how they respond to being treated with indignity. Shylock seeks revenge. He can’t see straight once he’s been broken. Abram is treated less harshly but he also is a kinder man who tries to come to terms with the world as it is in a way that allows for forgiveness or redemption or understanding. And I think that is because Abram is a rabbi who feels the blessings of his G-d around him, even as he suffers harm. Shylock is a businessman, a moneylender, and though he is connected to his Jewish faith, he isn’t as grounded in its teachings as Abram is. Abram creates this gigantic family, these generations of descendants whom he loves and cherishes. Shylock feels like he’s alone in the world, with only his one daughter as his ally. And once she’s gone he has nobody he can lean on, live for, or help him see straight.

Also, because of Abram’s inherent kindness, he sees the best in people, the hope for the world, the possibilities for the future. Maybe Shylock had some kindness in him somewhere but we certainly don’t see much if any of it during the course of the play. Maybe it was snuffed out when his wife died. But bottom line there is a hardness in Shylock’s soul as opposed to a kind of softness in Abram’s.

twi-ny: How might Abram have fared as the Venetian moneylender in Merchant, and how might Shylock have done as the rabbi in Our Class?

rt: That’s a great question and a fun thing to try to imagine. Abram seems like a pretty smart guy, so maybe he would have figured out how to make a successful go of it as a Venetian moneylender. He’s good with languages, he’s a hard worker, and he has a kind of can-do attitude that would have stood him in good stead. I like his chances.

Shylock as a rabbi . . . hmm . . . I’m thinking no way. At least not the kind of rabbi I’d like to hear at synagogue! He definitely feels strongly about his tribe, his people, his religion. But I don’t see him as having the right temperament to be a leader to his fellow Jews.

twi-ny: What would they think about the state of the world if they were alive today, with the same jobs?

rt: Shylock as a modern-day moneylender — a banker in this world of global capitalism — he might be just fine. I think most of the Jews of this time live with greater freedoms, respect, and opportunity than during Shylock’s time in Venice. He’d certainly recognize the antisemitism of our time, but if he were a banker in Venice now I think he might be thriving and might feel like a true equal to his Christian counterparts.

Abram, well, he was alive not that long ago. But I think he’d be heartbroken to see the rise of antisemitism in this country. My sense of him is of someone who loved and seized on the promise and opportunity of America, symbolized by the Statue of Liberty. An immigrant who was always thankful for the chance to make a new and full life here. And he would be as disturbed by the hate and divisiveness of our time right now as many of us are.

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