this week in theater

THE LABOR OF LAUNDRY: LYNNE SACHS, LIZZIE OLESKER, AND FRIENDS AT UNNAMEABLE BOOKS

Who: Lizzie Olesker, Lynne Sachs, Silvia Federici, Veraalba Santa
What: Reading and performance
Where: Unnameable Books, 615 Vanderbilt Ave., Brooklyn
When: Monday, September 8, free, 7:00
Why: “This is not a play. It is something else. / Call it a blueprint, a map, a documentation / of something that has already happened / but could happen again — / a rendering in book form of a performance. / Making a mark, words on a page instead of bodies in space. / A book that contains what’s remembered and what could be. / All of it written down and placed here, into this / Hand Book: A Manual,” Lizzie Olesker and Lynne Sachs write in the introduction to Hand Book: A Manual on Performance, Process, and the Labor of Laundry (Punctum, June 2025, 425). “We are a playwright and a filmmaker who discovered a shared interest in making work that magnifies quotidian elements of life in the city where we live. We met years ago in Brooklyn while sitting on a bench waiting for our young daughters to finish their music lessons. A conversation began about our lives as mothers and working artists. We couldn’t yet know that those early encounters would lead to a ten-year theater and film collaboration. Now in our sixties, our daughters fully grown, we continue to build an experimental model for making live performance and film, engaging in a dialogue on how art-making can alter our understanding of urban life.”

Olesker, an actor and playwright who has penned such shows as 5 Stages of Grief, A Kind (of) Mother, and Night Shift, and Sachs, a fiction writer and filmmaker who has directed such works as Which Way Is East, Your Day Is My Night, and Film About a Father Who, are the coauthors and codirectors of Hand Book, which Sachs describes as “a collection of writings and images from a performance and film set within a neighborhood laundromat.” In addition to sections by Olesker and Sachs, the illustrated, colorfully designed book (by Vincent W. J. van Gerven Oei) features contributions from Margarita Lopez (“A Thousand Pieces a Day”), Jasmine Holloway (“Taking on a Role”), Stephen Vitiello (“Shake, Rattle, and . . .”), Amanda Katz (“Sound of a Machine Door Closing”), Emily Rubin (“Loads of Prose: From the Beginning”), Veraalba Santa (“Score for a Folding Dance”), and others. The foreword, “A New Refusal and a New Struggle,” is by feminist historian, author, and activist Silvia Federici.

On September 8, Olesker, Sachs, Federici, and Santa will be at Unnameable Books in Brooklyn for a reading and performance. There will also be a reading and signing September 13 at noon at Printed Matter’s NY Art Book Fair at MoMA PS1 and a performance, reading, and signing September 28 at 2:00 at Torn Page with Tony Torn and Alvin Eng. Sachs continues, “As authors, Lizzie and I along with our many collaborators construct a model for making art about essential work that often goes unrecognized. Turning a page becomes a quasi-cinematic encounter, calling to mind the intimacy of touching other people’s clothes, almost like a second skin, the textural care for things kept close to the body.”

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

THE COURAGE TO RECOGNIZE CRUELTY: ROAD KILLS AT PARADISE FACTORY

Owen (D. B. Milliken) has to teach Jaki (Mia Sinclair Jenness) the ins and outs of roadkill collection in world premiere play (photo by Nina Goodheart)

ROAD KILLS
Paradise Factory Theater
64 East Fourth St. between Second & Third Aves.
Thursday – Saturday through September 6, $19.50 – $53.25
www.goodapplescollective.com
www.paradisefactory.org

“If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans,” British veterinary surgeon and author James Herriot wrote. Playwright Sophie McIntosh explores relationships between animals and humans — and humans with one another — in her powerful, beautifully staged new play, Road Kills, continuing at the Paradise Factory Theater through September 6.

The eighty-five-minute show takes place in a narrow, horizontal space, designed by Junran “Charlotte” Shi, with the audience sitting in three rows of folding chairs on one side; on the other side is a strip of grass, rocks, dirt, and a deer crossing sign. In between is an asphalt road, where a shocking image lies. The first row of seats are on a double yellow line, creating a level of intimacy and potential risk that hovers over the proceedings.

The play follows professional roadkill collector Owen Morris (D. B. Milliken) and Jaki Johnson (Mia Sinclair Jenness), a twenty-year-old college student who has been ordered to do six Saturdays of community service with Owen for an initially unnamed offense. It’s late fall in rural Wisconsin, so both are wearing parkas, with Owen in a red vest and Jaki in a yellow one, along with a red Green Bay Packers knit cap and a pink Stanley cup. (The props are by Sean Frank, with costumes by Saawan Tiwari; the temperature in the theater has been lowered for added effect, so a sweatshirt or other jacket is recommended for audience members.)

Owen and Jaki use shovels to carry the roadkill to a wheelbarrow; Owen asks Jaki, who would rather be anywhere else, to spot him, watching for oncoming traffic. “We’re in the middle of nowhere,” she argues. It turns out that the dead animal is stuck to the road, so removal will require additional finesse, as well as Jaki’s participation. Owen asks for some of Jaki’s coffee to help thaw the carcass, but she steadfastly refuses, claiming that it’s iced mocha — but as we soon learn, it’s got an extra kick to it.

She ultimately has to help pick up the carcass, but when she tosses it into the wheelbarrow like it’s a bag of garbage, Owen interjects, “Hey, careful. Don’t go throwing her around. . . . She deserves some respect.” Jaki then pukes in the wheelbarrow. Owen suggests they take a break before heading out to collect two other dead animals, but she insists on moving ahead because “Sigma Chi is throwing a Homecoming party tonight, and I’m not gonna miss it.”

A picnic does not go quite as planned in Sophie McIntosh’s Road Kills (photo by Nina Goodheart)

It’s a terrific opening scene, firmly establishing the characters and the situation and immersing the audience in the setting. Each successive scene begins with a prerecorded mini audio drama in which a variety of drivers carelessly speed down the road, leaving carnage in their wake as the car lights flash by in the darkness. At each stop, Owen and Jaki share a little more about their lives; Owen, who is in his late twenties, inherited his job when he was sixteen from his father and lives with his mother and their dog, Annie. He is soft-spoken and displays a natural affinity for the dead animals and the environment. Jaki is attending the University of Wisconsin–Oshkosh, which she calls Sloshkosh, although she is destined to work on her family’s farm, which she is not happy about but thinks she has no other options. She talks openly about how much sex she is having with different guys, which makes Owen uncomfortable.

“You sure it’s safe to be . . . hooking up . . . with a stranger?” Owen says. Jaki responds matter-of-factly, “Aww, you worried about me? I’ll be fine. Just scared he’ll say my pussy smells like roadkill.”

The essential beliefs of each character are emphasized in this key exchange about Jaki’s family’s business:

Owen: Animals are — They’re us. I mean, we’re one of them, you know?
Jaki: Yeah, sure, humans are just supersmart monkeys. But I’ve seen Planet Earth. Even the chimps eat each other.
Owen: I know this isn’t . . . You may not see it this way. But when G-d made His creatures, great and small, He put His spirit into each of us. We didn’t get more or less than any other being — it’s not something you can measure like that. It’s . . . It’s all just life. And to take away the dignity of any man, any animal . . . it’s wrong.
Jaki: At least we don’t, like, mass murder our cattle.
Owen: Could be what you do is even worse. Violating them like that.
Jaki: Come on. It’s not like it’s — Like they have any concept of — You can’t rape a thing.
Owen: You really believe that?
Jaki: Yeah. And even if I didn’t . . . you know what they say. It’s a fuck-or-get-fucked world.

On one Saturday, Owen and Jaki meet Neil (Michael Lepore), and on another Jaki’s cousin Miles (Lepore) comes to get her; both interactions result in altercations that lead to the revelation of dark secrets.

Jaki (Mia Sinclair Jenness) and Owen (D. B. Milliken) forge an intriguing relationship while performing an unusual job (photo by Nina Goodheart)

Wisconsin native McIntosh started researching and writing the play in 2019, when she was an undergrad. Over the years she drove the Wisconsin streets looking for roadkill, interviewed the wife of a Wisconsin roadkill collector, and took some of the cast and crew on a five-day trip as preparation. It all paid off, as Road Kills has an intensely realistic and relatable feel to it. It’s exquisitely directed by Nina Goodheart, who cofounded Good Apples Collective with McIntosh; they previously collaborated on cunnicularii, which also starred Milliken. Each scene is carefully choreographed, although there are some confusing moments, particularly when Owen and Jaki don’t bring the wheelbarrow close to the carcasses and instead have to pick the pieces off the road and walk them over. The production features stellar lighting by Paige Seber and sound by Max Van; despite being such a small space with primarily only two actors, there is always something new to see or hear. Milliken is warm and gentle as the easygoing Owen, while Jenness is fearless as the complicated Jaki, who has a bitter edge to everything she says and does.

As with her 2022 play, macbitches, McIntosh makes some harsh turns near the end, piling on too much as we learn more about Owen and Jaki. Good Apples describes itself as “a developmental orchard for new theatrical works that expose abuses of power, challenge taboos around desire and sexuality, and uplift the voices of queer and gender marginalized communities,” but the show nearly overloads on that in a short period of time. Still, it’s a powerful, provocative, and compelling statement on contemporary society.

Like American author, marine biologist, and environmentalist Rachel Carson wrote, “Until we have the courage to recognize cruelty for what it is — whether its victim is human or animal — we cannot expect things to be much better in this world.”

Also, and just as important, after experiencing Road Kills, you’re likely to be more careful than ever when you’re behind the wheel, and you’ll never hear John Denver’s “Annie’s Song” or Cat Stevens’s “Moonshadow” quite the same way again.

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

NOT AS YOU LIKE IT: TWELFTH NIGHT AT THE DELACORTE

Duke Orsino (Khris Davis) and his minions get ready for action in Twelfth Night (photo by Joan Marcus)

TWELFTH NIGHT
Delacorte Theater, Central Park
Tuesday – Sunday through September 14, free with advance RSVP, 8:00
shakespeareinthepark.org

The confusion begins early in Saheem Ali’s inconsistent adaptation of William Shakespeare’s 1601–02 romantic comedy, Twelfth Night, which opens the newly revitalized Delacorte Theater in Central Park. As the audience enters the space — the majority of the $85 million upgrade went to technical operations, dressing rooms, bathrooms, accessibility, and signage, along with improvements to the facade and seats — a string quartet is playing on a red stage that features swirling patterns and, in giant, bold letters around the back, the subtitle of the play: What You Will. (The renovation did not rid the Delacorte of its famous raccoons, one of which ambled along atop the back wall moments before the play began, eliciting the adoring attention of the crowd.)

Then Ghanaian American singer-songwriter Moses Sumney, portraying the fool, Feste, walks onto the stage with a guitar and sings, “All the world’s a stage, / And all the men and women merely players. / They have their exits and their entrances, / And one man — or woman — in their time plays many parts.”

The line actually comes from the second act of As You Like It and seems like a cliché here taken out of context, even with its addition of “or woman.” Meanwhile, the musical shift from classical to Sumney’s alternative/indie R&B is jarring, and the character feels more like a demonic troubadour than one of Shakespeare’s fools.

Maria (Daphne Rubin-Vega) offers some intriguing news to Malvolio (Peter Dinklage) in Shakespeare production at revitalized Delacorte (photo by Joan Marcus)

Next, a sea captain (Joe Tapper) and Viola (Lupita Nyong’o) rise in a small boat from one of the Delacorte’s new modular trap doors. Emphasizing that they are strangers to this land, the first words they say to each other are in Swahili, although most of their conversation in in English. (Nyong’o was born in Mexico and raised in Kenya and speaks fluent English, Spanish, Luo, and Swahili.) The explicatory scene lets us know that there has been a shipwreck that has led the captain and Viola to Illyria, which is ruled by the duke Orsino (Khris Davis), who is in love with Olivia (Sandra Oh), a count’s daughter who is mourning the recent deaths of her father and brother and currently uninterested in suitors. Viola’s brother, Sebastian (Junior Nyong’o), was also on the ship, and Viola holds out hope that he has survived as well. She decides to disguise herself as a man named Cesario and serve the duke. (Sebastian has indeed survived and is on the island, with Antonio [b], an enemy of the duke’s, as his servant.) Only then do we meet Orsino as he declares to court gentleman Curio (Ariyan Kassam) and Feste, “If music be the food of love, play on,” which usually starts the play.

Thus, this Twelfth Night has a completely different atmosphere, which is not in itself a bad thing. I am not a Bard purist who insists that Shakespeare plays should not be messed with. Among the endless beauties of his work are the myriad possibilities it offers for reinterpretation. Over the last dozen years, I have seen three memorable productions of Twelfth Night: one on Broadway starring Mark Rylance as an Olivia who is light on her feet and a wickedly funny and towering Stephen Fry as her steward, the much-maligned Malvolio, in a delightful version that harkened back to the seventeenth century in form and style; one off Broadway by Axis that was dark and foreboding and utterly involving; and one at the Delacorte in 2018, an engaging musical comedy by Shaina Taub, who also portrayed Feste. (Twelfth Night is a favorite of the Public Theater’s Shakespeare in the Park presentations, having been staged six times previously, going back to 1969.)

In 2021, I was disappointed in Jocelyn Bioh and Ali’s Merry Wives, which moved the location of the story from Windsor to South Harlem and felt too caught up in shtick, and the same is true here. Scenes move by too quickly as actors enter and leave down the aisles, via the traps, and through the “What You Will” wall like a one-ring circus, not allowing enough time for character development or actor chemistry. Attempts at amusement abound: Olivia’s uncle, the Falstaffian Sir Toby Belch (John Ellison Conlee), and his sidekick, the cheeky Sir Andrew Aguecheek (Jesse Tyler Ferguson), hang out in a hot tub doing lines of coke and whippets when they’re not plotting with Olivia’s chambermaid, Maria (Daphne Rubin-Vega), to publicly embarrass Malvolio (Peter Dinklage) in front of Olivia, whom he secretly pines for. Orsino asserts his strength and power by working out barechested at a gym and ordering his minions to drop and do pushups for punishment. Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Fabian (Kapil Talwalkar) hide from Malvolio behind four handheld letters, T, R, E, and E, instead of a tree, which is cute at first but goes on too long. A duel is transformed into a comic boxing match, with Sir Andrew in full boxing regalia.

Olivia (Sandra Oh) and her minions get ready for action in Twelfth Night (photo by Joan Marcus)

Real-life siblings Lupita and Junior Nyong’o are dapper in their double-breasted suits. The inspired casting of Dinklage as Malvolio tails off when he is left doing too much voguing, particularly when trying to put a smile on his face. Davis has impressive abs. The actor known as b seems out of place whenever they’re onstage, although the part of Antonio can be a challenge to integrate in even the best of productions. Rubin-Vega looks fabulous, but it’s hard to remember she’s playing a maid. Conlee has fun as Sir Toby, but it’s Oh who steals the show as Olivia, wonderfully balancing comedy and pathos as her lust builds up, subduing her mourning with an elegant wit and grace, best capturing the spirit of Ali’s intentions.

The director has excelled in such non-Shakespeare plays as James Ijames’s Fat Ham, Bioh’s Nollywood Dreams, and Donja R. Love’s Fireflies, but I’ve found both Merry Wives and now Twelfth Night overwrought and scattershot, with too many scenes and characters appearing to come from different plays, lacking continuity despite individual moments that shine. It’s perhaps best exemplified by the Twelfth Night finale, a showcase for costume designer Oana Botez and set designer Maruti Evans; it looks fabulous, but it comes out of nowhere. It elicits wild applause from the audience, but it feels like a preening peacock that has arrived onstage, perhaps watching out for that raccoon.

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

YO-HO-HO! A PYRATE MUSICAL ON A RED HOOK BARGE

Black Sam Bellamy (Danny Hayward) and Paulsgrave Williams (Lauren Molina) anticipate trouble ahead in The Royal Pyrate (photo by Geve Penaflor)

THE ROYAL PYRATE
Lehigh Valley Railroad Barge No. 79
Waterfront Museum, 290 Conover St., Red Hook
Saturday & Sunday through August 31, $35-$65
www.theroyalpyrate.com

“Ahoy there, maties! I know we all be feelin’ the weight o’ the world crushin’ down on us of late: a system which only seems to serve thems already on top, where ye’re afraid that if ye get hurt, or sick, ye’ll never find o’ way o’ diggin’ yer way outta the grave,” Paulsgrave Williams (Lauren Molina) says at the beginning of The Royal Pyrate. “There always be gold for wars, but never for our strugglin’ families. Life sure is difficult in 1715! But . . . that ain’t no reason we can’t have a bit o’ fun together tonight, eh?”

There’s more than a bit o’ fun to be had aboard Lehigh Valley Railroad Barge No. 79 in Red Hook, where the world premiere musical, featuring music and lyrics by Jason Landon Marcus and a book by Chas LiBretto, continues Saturday and Sunday nights through August 31.

Home to the Waterfront Museum owned and operated by Captain David Sharps, the barge has presented such previous shows as the Drama Desk–nominated The Wind and the Rain: A story about Sunny’s Bar, which related the true tale of the next-door Red Hook institution Sunny’s Bar, and Port Cities NY, which explored the sociocultural and –economic impact of the seventeenth-century Dutch trade routes via a game called “The Settlers of Manahatta.”

The rousing opening number, “Roll the Bones,” sets the tone for the hundred-minute show, which starts out in Wellfleet, Massachusetts, in 1715. Paulsgrave, Tommy Toothacher (accordionist Charley Layton), Ferguson (bassist Charlie Bennett), and Crabby Conrad (guitarist Marcus) are gambling when they are joined by their former colleague, master smuggler Black Sam Bellamy (Danny Hayward). Sam has returned because his girlfriend, Mary Hallet (Maggie Likcani), is pregnant and he needs fast money. Luck is not going his way, so he reveals a treasure map he has obtained that gives the location of where sixteen Spanish trips carrying riches have sunk.

Mary enters, disappointed that instead of getting a real job, Sam has opted to go back to his merry band of pirates, a word that offends Paulsgrave. “Pirates . . . attack ships. Kill the captain. Steal the cargo,” she explains. “Smugglers . . . selflessly distribute that cargo to the poor folks that needs ’em.” Tommy adds, “For a price.”

After Mary delivers the didactic song “New World,” which includes such lyrics as “If you really want a new world / Make sure you’re fighting the right fights. / We need inalienable rights. / Monetary compensation / Breeds corruption in a nation. / Citizens will need to have an independent core / And stop wasting time fighting a rich man’s war,” Simone Van Vorst (flutist Tais Szilagi) announces that Rev. Treat (Korie Lee Blossey) is looking for Sam, claiming he stole a corpse from the harbor; Treat is also upset with Mary because of her determination to change the status quo and expand the rights of the common people.

On their search for the treasure, they are accosted by a pirate ship captained by Edward Teach, better known as Blackbeard (Blossey), an imposing figure who deliciously declares, “Who’s got the beard that be most feared? Who to the mouth of the devil hath steered? . . . Pipe ye down then, shake a leg! / Seek me the captain and roll out a keg / Drop anchor, cut out the sails, I say / Stir not ye rascals or it’s hell ye’ll pay!” In addition, Sam and his ship, the Whydah, have made another enemy in Captain Beer (Layton) and his god-fearing crew, who want to see Sam hanged.

Meanwhile, Treat, Henrietta Hinkley (Marcus), Deidre Dimmock (Layton), Gilda Gilpen (Bennett), and the rest of the villagers in Wellfleet have accused Mary of witchcraft, wanting to see her hanged as well.

Thus, treasure might await some, a noose others.

Blackbeard (Korie Lee Blossey) is not about to back away from sunken treasure in musical aboard Red Hook barge (photo by Geve Penaflor)

The Royal Pyrate is based on the true story of Black Sam Bellamy, Mary “Goody” Hallet, Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, Paulsgrave Williams, the Rev. Samuel Treat, and the sunken Spanish treasure ships. In 1980, lifelong Cape Codder Barry Clifford discovered the Whydah and began salvaging it. However, far more is known about Bellamy, for example, than Hallet, so LiBretto (Melville on the Shore, Cyclops: A Rock Opera) and director Emily Abrams (Eeeeeeeee, Superfeats) try to fill in the gaps, although the pacing can sometimes be as choppy as the water outside. The night I went, it was windy and raining, so the barge occasionally lurched this way and that, which actually enhanced the overall immersive experience.

The audience, some of whom are asked to participate in small ways, is seated in two rows on three sides of the center space, the band occupying the fourth. Among the playful props are barrels, oars, swords, guns, playing cards, a small telescope, doubloons, and skeletons. Juli Abene and Alex Abene’s period costumes depict scalawags, rapscallions, buccaneers, and sea wolves — which are also the four levels of ticket prices — and are highlighted by Hallet’s petticoats, several cool pirate hats, and numerous vests. Marcus’s (Sally May, Cyclops: A Rock Opera) score melds English ballads, Irish folk, sea shanties, and West African and Caribbean melodies, with such standouts as “Roll the Bones,” “The Beard,” belted out by Blossey with operatic grandeur, and the rollicking finale, “Tell No Tales.”

The band crafts a jaunty sound while some members double as minor characters. Molina is an engaging host, and Blossey’s booming baritone and large physical presence can barely be contained by the rocking barge. Likcani is understated as Hallet, complementing the more boisterous Hayward as Bellamy.

And yes, there are plenty of Aaarrrr!s throughout, along with a healthy dose of self-referential humor.

Also, be sure to get there early — taking the ferry is highly recommended — and soak in the barge itself, as Sharps has lovingly preserved it, with fascinating details galore.

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

HOLLYWOOD BABBLE-ON: CHANNELING AVA GARDNER, GENE WILDER, AND GILDA RADNER OFF-BROADWAY

Elizabeth McGovern wrote and stars in off-Broadway premiere of Ava: The Secret Conversations (photo by Jeff Lorch)

AVA: THE SECRET CONVERSATIONS
New York City Center Stage I
131 West 55th St. between Sixth & Seventh Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through September 14, $63-$219
avagardnerplay.com
nycitycenter.org

There are currently two off-Broadway premieres that feature fine performances by actors portraying film and television royalty, but each play struggles to get past frame stories that detract from the overall production.

Oscar-nominated actress Elizabeth McGovern wrote and stars in Ava: The Secret Conversations, a touring show running through September 14 at New York City Center Stage I. It’s based on the 2013 biography Ava: The Secret Conversations by British journalist Peter Evans and Oscar-nominated Hollywood legend Ava Gardner, compiled from interview sessions between the two in Gardner’s lavish London apartment initiated in 1988. Gardner had suffered a stroke in 1986 and had not appeared on camera since.

The play opens with Gardner (McGovern) in silhouette, calling Evans (Aaron Costa Gani) on the phone, talking about possibly ending her life. The narrative then cuts back to the first time they spoke; Gardner had chosen Evans to ghostwrite her memoir for Dick Snyder at Simon and Schuster. Evans, who wants to move away from celebrity gossip and instead work on his novel, thought it was a gag and insults her, but he soon realizes from his agent, Ed Victor (John Tufts), that the project is the real deal. While Evans gets excited about the prospect of exploring the Golden Age of Hollywood, Gardner just wants to barrel through it without making it a kiss-and-tell.

“I gotta write a book, or sell the jewels. I’m kinda sentimental about the jewels,” she admits to him.

He wants to start the memoir with her childhood on a farm in North Carolina, but she wants to talk about her recent stroke. Meanwhile, Victor, in voice-over, advises him, “Dick Snyder says he wants you to ask her about it. Frank’s penis. . . . I can get close to 800K if she talks Sinatra.”

Evans and Gardner quickly get down to business; she reveals the details of meeting and marrying Mickey Rooney, Artie Shaw, and Sinatra and enjoying a lot of sex. They touch on such films as The Killers, Mogambo, The Sun Also Rises, and The Barefoot Contessa and such key figures as Marlon Brando, John Ford, Howard Hughes, and Omar Sharif. Alex Basco Koch’s projections range from archival news footage to clips from Gardner’s films, immersing the audience in her glamorous world.

As she recounts her past relationships, Gani morphs into Rooney, Shaw, and Sinatra, re-creating scenes from Gardner’s past, focusing on her three husbands; none of whom were saints. Evans, who was married with two kids, spends a lot of time with Gardner, who does not hide her flirtatious nature from him. Although she doesn’t have full use of her left arm because of the stroke, she smokes and drinks and curls up seductively on the couch, which initially bothers Evans — until it doesn’t.

Just as Gardner is really opening up, outside forces suddenly stop the interviews and put the kibosh on the book. Gardner went on to publish the 1990 memoir Ava: My Story without Evans’s input; it took more than twenty years for Evans to acquire the rights to the interviews and release them in the 2012 book Ava: The Secret Conversations, which is credited to him and Gardner.

“When you get blown up so big, Peter, you end up paper thin,” she tells him late in the play, summarizing her life as well as her attempts to tell her story her way.

British journalist Peter Evans’s (Aaron Costa Gani) life is turned inside out when he is hired to ghostwrite Ava Gardner’s memoir (photo by Jeff Lorch)

McGovern (Time and the Conways, Downton Abbey) is lovely as Gardner; her accent may waver in and out, but her facial gestures, hair (by Matthew Armentrout), and costumes (by Toni-Leslie James) help her transform into the glamorous silver screen star in a mesmerizing performance. Ganis (Bernhardt/Hamlet, Homos or Everyone in America) does not fare as well, primarily because his characters — Evans, Rooney, Shaw, Sinatra — basically steal time away from Gardner, who merits all the attention.

McGovern the writer and Tony-nominated director Moritz von Stuelpnagel (Hand to God, The Thanksgiving Play) are exploring the creative process, but we learn only so much about Evans and instead want to know everything about Gardner. The pace comes to a screeching halt whenever Peter is not speaking with Ava and is instead talking to Ed or someone else; it’s a shame it couldn’t have been a one-woman show, but that would have been a different play.

In addition, there are bothersome plot holes; for example, Evans has a tiny notebook and only occasionally jots down notes, so it seems impossible for him to have gotten so many direct quotes; in actuality, he used a tape recorder, which would have been useful to point out so we don’t wonder about it.

Ava: The Secret Conversations might not be The Killers, Mogambo, or The Night of the Iguana, but it’s also not Ghosts on the Loose, The Sentinel, or The Naked Maja, falling somewhere in the middle of Gardner’s diverse oeuvre.

The whirlwind romance between Gilda Radner (Jordan Kai Burnett) and Gene Wilder (Jonathan Randell Silver) comes to life in off-Broadway premiere (photo by Carol Rosegg)

GENE & GILDA
59E59 Theaters
59 East 59th St. between Park & Madison Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through September 7, $66-$86
212-279-4200
www.59e59.org

Cary Gitter’s Gene & Gilda, a Penguin Rep production running through September 7 at 59E59, details the whirlwind romance between Saturday Night Live superstar Gilda Radner (Jordan Kai Burnett) and comedy legend Gene Wilder (Jonathan Randell Silver). The show opens as Wilder is sitting down for his first interview since Radner’s tragic death. He’s hesitant to discuss his personal life with talk show host Dick Cavett, who appears here only in voice-over.

“I thought we agreed we wouldn’t discuss that,” Wilder says, but Cavett pushes him. “I’d rather keep that off limits,” Wilder answers, but is then interrupted by the sudden apparition of Radner, who declares, “Off limits? You wanna keep me off limits? . . . We can tell our story together. The good, the bad, and the ugly. The whole megillah.” The rest of the eighty-five-minute show flashes between the interview and reenacted scenes from Radner and Wilder’s relationship.

The two met on August 13, 1981, on the set of Hanky Panky, a 1982 comic thriller directed by Sidney Poitier that did not fare very well. At the time, Radner, who was born in 1946 in Detroit, was married to future SNL bandleader G. E. Smith, who had worked on her 1979 one-woman Broadway show, Gilda Radner — Live from New York. Wilder, who was born in 1933 in Milwaukee, had been divorced twice and was coming off the huge success of Stir Crazy, the second of his four collaborations with Richard Pryor. Although Radner knew in advance that she was going to fall in love with Wilder, he took a bit of convincing before being swept away by the gale force that was Gilda Radner. “But — but what about my vertigo, and the comfort handkerchief, and the praying?” he says to her, referring to some of his neuroses. She replies, “I love all of it. We complement each other’s craziness. A match made in meshugas.”

They both suffer creative crises but find solace in each other and their home away from home, the south of France, where they wed in 1984. At one point, Wilder complains that he is only being offered parts in “Crap! Trash! Garbage!,” telling Radner, “I’m seeing clearly for the first time in years! I wanted to be a thespian. When I was a kid, I saw Death of a Salesman on Broadway, and it changed my life. That was art. I studied at the Actors Studio. I wanted to impact people. And now I’m nothing but a, a cheap Hollywood commodity, making stupid comedies like Hanky Panky! No offense.”

Radner reassures him that making people laugh is his gift. “What do you think people would rather do on a Saturday night — watch me give a speech about the hardships of life, or crack up over Roseanne
Roseannadanna? What we do is a — it’s a public service.”

But their idyllic life is turned upside down when Radner falls ill, experiencing mysterious symptoms that doctors cannot diagnose — until it’s too late.

Gene Wilder (Jonathan Randell Silver) looks back at his life with Gilda Radner (Jordan Kai Burnett) in Gene & Gilda (photo by Carol Rosegg)

Christian Fleming’s set features all-white furniture, from a two-section couch and a desk with a typewriter to luggage and a big box (perhaps to make the room seem ghostly or to keep the spotlight more on the couple — except at least twice, the night I went, when the spotlight loses Wilder). Wilder occasionally sits in a black director chair when being interviewed by Cavett; those segments slow down the pace dramatically.

The backdrop is a wall of television monitors where Brian Pacelli’s projections range from hearts and flowers to a shot of the south of France and live video of Wilder answering Cavett’s questions; at the center is a door marked “On the Air,” a constant reminder that we’re watching a TV show. Gregory Gale’s costumes put Wilder in relatively conservative suits and Radner in frumpy yet wacky outfits, while Bobbie Zlotnik’s hair and wigs hit their mark. Sound designer Max Silverman’s treacly score evokes telephone hold music.

In the script, Gitter (The Steel Man, The Sabbath Girl) explains that Gene & Gilda “is a work of fiction, based freely on fact.” Among his sources were Wilder’s 2005 memoir, Kiss Me Like a Stranger, Radner’s posthumous 1989 autobiography, It’s Always Something, and Lisa Dapolito’s 2018 documentary, Love, Gilda, as well as archival footage; although Wilder did sit down with Cavett for an interview in 1991, they did not delve into detail about Radner, instead talking about how ovarian cancer could and should be diagnosed earlier. Director Joe Brancato (The Devil’s Music, The Sabbath Girl) can’t quite find the balance between fact and fiction, fantasy and reality. There is too much telling, describing what happened, and not enough showing.

Burnett (Found, Romy & Michele the Musical), who previously portrayed Radner in a December 2023 workshop reading of Not Ready for Prime Time, a play about SNL’s first five years that is scheduled to debut in New York City in October, is adorable as the determined star, who is not afraid to say what she wants and go after it, although a brief skit in which she channels Roseanne Roseannadanna, Emily Litella, Baba Wawa, Judy Miller, and Candy Slice is a tough challenge.

Silver (Please Continue, Shear Madness!), who portrayed Richard Dreyfuss in regional productions of The Shark Is Broken for the fiftieth anniversary of Jaws, captures the essence of the mild-mannered, tentative Wilder. A scene in which they re-create one of the funniest bits from The Producers — when Max Bialystock (Zero Mostel) attempts to calm down a hysterical Leo Bloom (Wilder) — is another challenge, but there are several lovely moments between them, especially when they dance together.

Gene & Gilda is reminiscent of an episode of Saturday Night Live, with some good sketches, some okay ones, and some, well, not so memorable. It might not be Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, Young Frankenstein, or Silver Streak, but it’s also not Hanky Panky, Haunted Honeymoon, or Rhinoceros. It’s more like The Frisco Kid, The Woman in Red, and Quackser Fortune Has a Cousin in the Bronx. And no need to worry; you won’t need your comfort hankie.

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

THE SITE WHERE IT HAPPENED: HAMILTON SING-A-LONG AT THE OLD STONE HOUSE

Fans can sing along to the Hamilton movie at the place where the Battle of Brooklyn happened

HAMILTON SING-A-LONG
Old Stone House & Washington Park
336 Third St., Brooklyn
Thursday, August 14, free with RSVP, 7:30
theoldstonehouse.org

Every summer, the Old Stone House commemorates the August 27, 1776, Battle of Brooklyn, the first military engagement following the signing of the Declaration of Independence on August 2 at the Second Continental Congress in Philadelphia. This year the historic site will be hosting “Revolutionary Brooklyn,” including walking tours, a short theatrical farce, a remembrance ceremony, a Constitution handwriting session, and a screening of the 2020 film Hamilton, a live stage recording of the smash 2015 Broadway musical that won eleven Tony Awards and is still running at the Richard Rodgers Theatre.

Directed by Thomas Kail and written by Lin-Manuel Miranda, the film features Miranda as Alexander Hamilton, Leslie Odom Jr. as Aaron Burr, Phillipa Soo as Eliza Hamilton, Renée Elise Goldsberry as Angelica Schuyler, Christopher Jackson as George Washington, Daveed Diggs as Marquis de Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson, Anthony Ramos as John Laurens and Philip Hamilton, Okieriete Onaodowan as Hercules Mulligan and James Madison, and Jonathan Groff as King George III. On August 14 at 7:30, fans can come to Washington Park and sing along to such favorite numbers as “My Shot,” “Non-Stop,” and “The Room Where It Happens.” Attendees can bring their own lawn chair or blanket and party on the exact place where the Battle of Brooklyn happened 249 years ago; admission is free with advance RSVP.

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

HEAVY METAL THUNDER: LIGHTNING DOESN’T STRIKE IN VIETNAM WAR JUKEBOX MUSICAL

A game cast battles through a perplexing book in Rolling Thunder at New World Stages (photo by Evan Zimmerman for MurphyMade)

ROLLING THUNDER VNM: A ROCK JOURNEY
New World Stages
340 West Fiftieth St. between Ninth & Tenth Aves.
Wednesday – Monday through September 7, $48-$140
rollingthunderus.com
newworldstages.com

In 2008, the jukebox musical Rock of Ages opened at New World Stages on West Fiftieth St., a hugely entertaining fictional story based on classic hits of the 1980s by Journey, Night Ranger, Twisted Sister, Foreigner, Pat Benatar, and others. The production moved to Broadway, was adapted into a 2012 film, and continues to be produced around the world.

This summer, in the same theater, the Australian Rolling Thunder VNM: A Rock Journey is making its US premiere, a by-the-numbers, cliché-ridden story set during the Vietnam War, featuring classic hits of the 1960s and 1970s by Bob Dylan, the Rolling Stones, Curtis Mayfield, the Animals, and others. It’s highly unlikely that it will move to Broadway or be made into a movie.

The two-hour, two-act musical — which has nothing to do with the 1977 film about a soldier returning home from the Vietnam War, the annual motorcycle rally for POWs/MIAs, or Dylan’s 1975–76 Rolling Thunder Revue tour — follows four men who are sent overseas to fight the North Vietnamese. Johnny (Drew Becker) is a Nebraska farm boy who has made his father proud by enlisting, although his mother is unhappy about his decision. “I’ve been thinking about my one big chance for adventure, to see a bit of the world while I could,” he tells the audience. Johnny writes regularly to his high school sweetheart, Linda (Cassadee Pope), and his mother; Linda writes back, bursting with love and affection, but Johnny hears nothing from his mother. Describing his dreams as “Technicolor nightmares,” Johnny admits to Linda, “Your letters keep me sane, amidst the mortar and machine gun fire, when praying you won’t get killed.”

Johnny is in the same unit as his friend Thomas (Justin Matthew Sargent), who convinced him to sign up. After seeing a marine in uniform, Tommy was quick to enlist. “I thought, ‘That’s how I want to look. I’m going to be a marine!’” he says. “I pray I can be a leader among men.” Tommy, who was born into a military family, writes letters to his beloved, Lauren (Courtnee Carter), who, upon going to college, becomes interested in the antiwar movement and one of its school leaders, Jimi (Deon’te Goodman). “The campus in Lincoln is like stepping into a whole new world,” she writes to Tommy.

Andy Johnson (Daniel Yearwood) has been drafted but is clearly not cut out for battle. “I felt sick in the stomach. Go to war or go to prison. What choice did I have?” he opines. Andy gets advice from his buddy from home, Mike (Goodman), who has already been deployed. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping my eye on Andy,” Mike assures Mrs. Johnson.

Meanwhile, Nurse Kelly (Carter), whose two brothers are in Vietnam, keeps the audience informed about the increasing tragedy. “I’ve lost count of the young soldiers in body bags. In this job there’s no time for tears,” she explains.

The characters’ experiences play out in melodramatic, predictable fashion as the war goes bad, protests spread across America, and relationships get complicated.

Four soldiers try to survive the Vietnam War in jukebox musical (photo by Evan Zimmerman)

Wilson Chin’s bold set consists of multiple television sets that initially display lighthearted sitcoms (I Love Lucy, My Three Sons), then shift to archival news footage. Conductor and keyboardist Sonny Paladino, guitarists Aurelian Budynek and Sherrod Barnes, bassist Yuko Tadano, and drummer Grant Braddock perform on platforms in front of screens on which Caite Hevner projects news clips, shots of Saigon streets and Vietnamese jungles, whirring helicopters, and groovy color fantasies. (The musicians sometimes appear to morph into the background scenes, which can be disarming.) The standard costumes are by Andrea Lauer — three actors play multiple roles, and it’s not always immediately clear who they are — with flashy lighting by Jake DeGroot and propulsive sound by Mike Tracey.

Director Kenneth Ferrone is limited by Bryce Hallett’s confusing book, which has little sense of time or place, and the musical numbers often feel like way too much of a stretch. For example, the June 1968 assassination of Bobby Kennedy is followed by Walter Cronkite’s February 1968 entreaty for the US to end the war, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s April 1967 “silence is betrayal” speech, and Richard Nixon’s November 1969 “silent majority” declaration.

Several songs fit in well with the narrative — Edwin Starr’s “War,” the Rolling Stones’ “Gimme Shelter,” which was written at least in part about the Vietnam War, Steppenwolf’s “Born to Be Wild” and “Magic Carpet Ride,” which captured the zeitgeist of the era — but too many are forced and dull the proceedings, including Roberta Flack’s “Killing Me Softly with His Song,” Kris Kristofferson’s “Help Me Make it Through the Night,” and, most egregiously, Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bridge over Troubled Water.”

The songs are not in chronological order, adding to the befuddlement, and the script credits one particular version of each song without mentioning the composer or original performer. Thus, “The Letter” is linked to Joe Cocker, not the Box Tops or Wayne Carson, who penned the tune; Jimi Hendrix is listed with “All Along the Watchtower,” not the composer, Dylan; and Santana is credited with “Black Magic Woman,” not the originators, Peter Green and Fleetwood Mac. Even though the soldiers would be more familiar with those versions, credit should be given where due. Alternately, P. F. Sloan is credited with “Eve of Destruction,” which he wrote and recorded, but the song is more closely associated with Barry McGuire, who scored a hit with it.

The ensemble cast is excellent, despite being hamstrung by the material, and the band kicks out the jams, playing Chong Lim and Sonny Paladino’s mostly faithful arrangements and orchestrations. The highlight is Goodman’s spectacular rendition of “Eve of Destruction,” in which he hauntingly sings, “My blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’ / I’m sittin’ here just contemplatin’ / You can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation / And a handful of senators don’t pass legislation / Marches alone can’t bring integration / When human respect is disintegratin’ / This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’ / And you tell me / Over and over and over again, my friend / Ah, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction.” [ed. note: I used the actual lyrics as written and sung by Sloan; the script has certain words incorrect that appear to be transcription mistakes, not specifically intended changes.]

Rolling Thunder concludes with a fun encore sing-along, but most of what came before it is not a rock show for the ages.

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