Bug by Tracy Letts, Capital T Theatre at Hyde Park Theatre, May 27 - June 26

Tracy Letts is hard to take. Any playwright is something of a god, sitting before that first blank page with the power to create and mold character and situation. Letts gives us the polarization of that Genesis -- evidently fascinated by the dark and the desperate, he crafts characters beaten down by one another, trapped in poverty, deprived of education and understanding, aching for meaning. He endows them with life, vivid relations and back stories

His Killer Joe, done here last year by essentially the same company of actors, was a powerful but despicable work resembling a vicious dogfight among human beings.

Bug is a different voyage from roughly the same origins. Director Mark Pickell and the cast set the rhythms, the characters, the relationships in the first half as if they were knowledgeable deepsea anglers hooking the great fish of the audience. In the second half they play us with determined cruelty and we have no choice but to follow. Bug reveals itself in Act II to be a trip into paranoia, fantasy and psychosis.

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The Trojan Women, University of Texas, October 30 - November 8

I have puzzled and puzzled about this production. Meghan Kennedy and Kimber Lee preserve the approximate shape of Euripides' great tragedy. Their text rarely echoes his lines directly, but it includes scenes of sharp, cadenced prose or blank verse that evoke the terror and hopelessness of brutally widowed women left in tattered clothing, dirt and desperation.

In particular, Kate DeBuys as Hecuba is magnificent. She projects a stunned concentration in which only the steel of her aristocratic upbringing keeps her functioning.

Almost as good is Lesley Gurule as Andromache, widow to Paris and mother of the doomed infant Astyanax, even though the adapters have turned her into a stumbling drunk with bottle in hand, so blinded that she pays no attention to the child in the perambulator she is pushing. Was it a stage glitch that during her entering maneuver up and across a low platform she managed to dump the kid entirely? Little matter, because Kennedy and Lee have imagined a woman so insensible to motherhood that she and all the women in the huddled group don't hold the child but leave him bundled in the pram.

When you adapt a piece of this power, authority and antiquity, you are presumed to have a concept. What's going on here? Is the company trying to make The Trojan Women more relevant to today? To challenge the traditional relation by altering characters or relationships? Do those burned-out television sets hint at some psychological apocalypse? We really don't know.

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Upcoming: The Trojan Women, University of Texas, October 30 - November 8

Found on-line:

The Trojan Women

A New Adaptation
by Meghan Kennedy & Kimber Lee
Directed by Halena Kays
University of Texas Department of Theatre and Dance, Oscar G. Brockett Theatre
October 30, 31 & November 3, 4, 5, 6 at 8:00 PM
October 31 & November 1, 8 at 2:00 PM

The war is over. A great city has fallen.

Among the rubble, women wait to hear their fate at the hands of the victorious army, struggling to survive, refusing to give in, and somehow finding hope in the most unexpected places.

Tickets: $20 adults, $17 UT faculty & staff, $15 students. Available online at www.utpac.org or by phone at 477-6060. Opening night reception immediately following the October 30 performance.

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Rooms, Secondhand Theatre at Uptown Modern, June 7 - 21

Rooms was an unexpected opportunity to inhabit Chekhov's The Three Sisters for a short time on Sunday evenings in June. The announcement -- more of an invitation, really -- was to visit the Prozorov family at their estate, between Acts II and III of The Three Sisters.

This piece may have originated as exercises for the MFA program at the University of Texas. We have seen each of these six vibrant actors elsewhere in town, both in UT productions and elsewhere, including at the Zach Scott and Hyde Park theatres.

You may have had the advantage of seeing St. Ed's production last fall at the Mary Moody Northern Theatre or you may know the play directly. The three sisters of the title are stranded at their provincial estate, yearning to return to Moscow, where they were raised. That hope is diminishing, for their father the General died a year earlier. Their only entertainment is socializing with the gallant men of the artillery regiment stationed for some indefinite time in the town.

Much happens in Chekhov's play, but Rooms takes only the first half as a given.

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Upcoming: Rooms: A Reimagining of Chekhov's "The Three Sisters," Secondhand Theatre, June 7, 14 and 21

UPDATE: Click for ALT review of June 28

Received on June 1:

Rooms
A Reimagining of Chekhov's The Three Sisters

Brought to life by the Secondhand Theatre, a company of six MFA actors from the University of Texas, are the previously unwritten moments between Acts II and III of Anton Chekhov's The Three Sisters.

This site-specific piece invites the audience into the Prozorov's house and casts them as guests of the family. Taken from room to room amidst a home marked for sale, they bear witness to the most private scenes of sexual tension, blood, and tears from a family torn by duty and repression.

The cast of Rooms includes Marlane Barnes, Smaranda Ciceu, Kate deBuys, Lesley Gurule, Melissa Recalde, and Tom Truss.

For a limited engagement, previewing June 7th at 8:00 p.m. with additional peformances on the 14th and 21st.

Located at Uptown Modern, 5453 Burnet Road, Austin, in the Courtyard Shops.
Call 512-452-1200 for reservations, as capacity is limited. Code word: "Olga."
Suggested ticket price on a sliding scale: $5, $10 and $20.

Email secondhandtheatre@gmail.com with additional inquiries.

For more info about Uptown Modern, visit http://www.uptownmodernaustin.com.

Upcoming: Killer Joe, Capital T Theatre at Hyde Park Theatre, June 4 - 27, July 23 - August 8

UPDATE: Back on stage July 23 - August 8, Thursdays - Saturdays, 8 p.m.

Click to read ALT review, June 22



Received May 8:

Capital T presents the Austin premiere of

Killer Joe

by Tracy Letts
Directed by Mark Pickell
June 4th-27th Thursday-Saturday at 8pm
Hyde Park Theatre 511 W 43rd St. Austin, Texas 78751
Tickets $15-$25 (Sliding Scale)
www.capitalT.org or 479-PLAY
running time: 2 hours with one 15 minute intermission

Heads roll, shatter and blow in KILLER JOE, the savagely funny, pitch-dark comedy by Pulitzer Prize Winning playwright Tracy Letts (AUGUST: OSAGE COUNTY).

The play focuses on the Smith family, a greedy, vindictive clan of trailer-trash Texans who hatch a plan to murder their estranged, naggy, alcoholic matriarch to cash in on her insurance policy. Unable to bring themselves to do the deed, they hire Killer Joe Cooper (Ken Bradley), a full-time cop and part-time contract killer. Once he steps into their trailer, their simple plan quickly spirals out of control.

Killer Joe has a killer cast including multiple B Iden Payne and Austin Critics Table Nominees and Winners Ken Bradley and Joey Hood as well as the talented chops of Katie DeBuys, Melissa Recalde, and Joe Reynolds. The mix of these great actors and this dark script could be volatile.

Warning: Killer Joe contains nudity, cigarette smoke, gunshots, violence, and adult situations

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The Idiot, University of Texas Drama Department, February 27 - March 8

Scott Kanoff's transformation of Dostoyevski's novel gives us a luminous experience, a comedy of manners of the 19th century Russian aristocracy tracked and threatened by deep and pernicious evil.

The Thursday night performance was sold out. The largely undergraduate audience around the wide thrust space of the Brockett Theatre fastened on every word throughout, even though the piece runs a full three hours, including its 15-minute intermission.

Prince Lev Nikolaevich Myshkin is returning to Moscow from Switzerland, where he lived for years in a neurological institute because of epileptic seizures. He is ragged and apparently penniless. In the train he is accosted by Lebedev, a smarmy hustler, and by a stocky, boastful merchant named Rogozhin. Rogozhin has inherited a fortune, but only by a mean stroke of luck -- he was physically struggling with his irate father over the father's threat to disinherit him, when the old man dropped dead of a stroke. Myshkin is a complete innocent. Depraved Rogozhin, his foil, boasts of his passion for the beautiful Nastasya -- who lives in grand style because she is blackmailing her guardian for the years he spent abusing her as a young girl.

Prince Myshkin has no surviving close family, no profession, little knowledge, no social polish, and talent only as a calligrapher -- and as a truth teller. He calls upon General Yepanchin, whose wife, also a Myshkin, is a distant cousin. Despite his early gaucheries, Myshkin inadvertently charms Lizaveta Yepanchin and her two daughters. He is gradually drawn in, both into the social round of the ladies, and into the General's design to bribe his own penniless private secretary Ganya Ivolgin to contract a marriage of convenience with Nastasya, the very blackmailer discussed on Myshkin's train trip home to Moscow.

Director/adapter Kanoff ably renders Dostoyevski's world, one in which shining social artifice is accompanied by the foul muck of bribery, exploitation and pain. Myshkin's incomprehension of evil and of selfishness draw the desperate to him -- the crude, passionate merchant Rogozhin, who insists on exchanging with him the crosses they wear about their necks; the emotive, spoiled Aglaya Yepanchin, the general's elder daughter who uses the emotional equivalent of blackmail to stalk Myshkin for a husband; the menials Lebedev and Ganya Ivolgin, each bent on exploiting Myshkin when he unexpectedly comes into a fortune. And especially, the beautiful blackmailer Nastasya -- whose inner misery hypnotizes Myshkin

There's a lot going on in this piece, which is hardly surprising, considering that it is drawn from a 656-page novel. Karnoff abstracts the essential and tucks it neatly into a theatrical format. His work is made easier by the luminiscent acting of Tom Truss as Myshkin (above). Truss shows us a man who is simple yet exceedingly complex -- a man whose emotions war openly in his face. Many things are happening simultaneously in Truss's performance: self-abnegation, an acute sensitivity to each of the other characters, shambling efforts to conform to the cutting standards of his new acquaintances, simple direct observations and an affecting and other-worldly openness to the poor and the needy. We see every turn of his heart. This is masterful, captivating acting.

Several other performances need to be signalled and especially praised. Harrison Butler as Ganya the sharp-spoken private secretary is caught in an impasse between avarice and dignity; his tottering choice of honor is unexpected and electrifying. Lesley Gurule as Myshkin's cousin Lizaveta (right) is all the matriarch and delivers a crisp performance with much droll self-certainty.

As her headstrong daughter Aglaya (left, with Tom Truss), Kate deBuys is a delight and a spoiled horror all at the same time, effective both as a comedienne and as a distraught, jilted would-be fiancée.


Pierce Purselley, as obsequious and insincere as Uriah Heep, has fine and amusing command of body, face, and mannerisms. La Tasha Stephens shines in two minor roles, as Ganya's humble and humiliated mother and, on the opposite end of the spectrum, as the elaborately social Princess Belekonsky.

Constituting the ultimately fatal love triangle with Prince Myshkin are Smaranda Ciceu as Nastasya the blackmailer and fallen woman, and Michael Sullivan as the brutish Rogozhin. They are decisive in their performances but they come nowhere near Tubbs' subtility. Ciceu is particularly declamatory, without great nuance; Sullivan improves through the course of the piece, but not until the final, terrible scene does he fully assume the fallible face of evil.

As for the sets, costunes and lighting -- how about them Horns? With the vast resources of a 125-person crew list, there's no surprise that each of these elements is highly accomplished. The players had far more set than they needed -- two stories of silhouetted mansion with three staircases, so at times the director had to send someone sauntering that way to justify all that craft. Costumes were fine for the ladies and for Myshkin -- Nastasya's cocky little hat atop a high pile of hair was very dandyish, and Myshkin's tattered old striped wrap said everything one needed to know about his parlous economc circumstances. The echo-reverb effects leading to Myshkin's epileptic spells were perhaps a bit intrusive; the lighting was generally subtle and carefully punched up for highly dramatic moments.

The University of Texas produces theatre of high quality at very reasonable prices, most of which is blissfully consumed by the UT community. The spectator community of wider Austin might respond more strongly if these treasures were more widely publicized.

A Midsummer Night's Dream, UT Department of Theatre, November 14 - 23

UT calls the Oscar G. Brockett Theatre an "intimate space." They are speaking Texas institutional intimacy here -- only 200 seats, arrayed about three sides of a huge square playing space under 40-foot ceiling rigged with lights, catwalks, hoists and other machinery. And with a built-in audience from those 50,000 UT students and 16,500 faculty and staff.

When I arrived, all but breathless, 15 minutes before curtain time, I had to stand in a line of at least 30 persons in order to get one of the last seats. I hurried into the theatre, spotted a vacant seat or two on the far side of the playing space, and started to cut across the floor. That drew gasps and warnings from the crowd.

Hardly an auspicious arrival. I looked down and realized that the production staff had set out on the floor an intricate mosaic of thousands of paper scraps, and I had started to walk across their art. Back I went, abashed, along the sidelines.

A Midsummer Night's Dream is just about everybody's favorite of Shakespeare's light comedies. Director Paul Mullins, in his sound bite with KUT FM, speaks about the challenge of that -- half the audience will know the play extremely well and the other half will have no idea of the plot.

Advice for that second half of the audience: the stories are simple, the characters are easy to track, the comedy is broad and the magical convergence of the three worlds is satisfying. There's no real desperation here -- except for the set-up, in which the full-of-himself father, Egeus, demands that Duke Theseus allow him to put to death his child the fair Hermia if she refuses to accept as her husband the noble youth Demetrius.

Oh, Dad! Get a grip. Your Hermia is in love with Lysander, and your insistence is going to drive them both to elope, at night, via the enchanted forest where all those fairies hang out! And when Demetrius goes searching for her, he'll be followed by Helena, that ugly duckling who's in love with him.

Equally quarrelsome are fairy king Oberon and the fairy queen Titania. He commands his magic messenger Puck, known as Robin Goodfellow; she is attended by a swarm of lesser fairies.

And in this, the third corner, are the (original) rude mechanicals, the untutored group of skilled laborers who have decided to practice and put on a play to celebrate the Duke's wedding with Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons.

Lovers + Fairies + Rude Mechanicals = lots of quarreling, clowning, enchantments, love potions, and eventually a happy ending.

The action flowed smoothly and in spectacular fashion. The UT technical staff really knows its stuff -- costumes and makeup are superb, particularly for the magical beings, and the director and tech folks devised a sort of rolling scaffold that served variously as palace stairs, enchanted hillside, and fairy waystation. Fairy King Oberon and his minister Puck repeatedly flew down to us from the darkness above the catwalks. Abstract plastic draping behind the players transformed shape according to venue. The stage lighting, with rank on rank of gel-clad fresnels, floods, and spots, could nail our attention at will to any point in that wide, high space.

As action unfolds, that paper mosaic spread on the floor is gradually dispersed, converting our Athenian palace appropriately into a leaf-strewn forest at night.

We all had a good time. The actors were confident and funny, and the scrambles through the enchanted forest provided much laughter.

By far the most accomplished (accomplishéd?) in Shakespearean diction were the principals of the magic world. Tom Truss as fairy king Oberon, Kate deBuys as Titania his queen, and Shaun Patrick Tubbs (left) as Puck have the physical presence and assurance of gymnists or dancers, and in their fairy guise they're all very good looking. And they all knew how to wrap their mouths around Shakespeare's lines, to deliver meaning, character and poetry.

Their only equal in that regard was Xochitl Romero (right) as the fair eloper, Hermia. Romero, as Hermia, is angered, excited, eloping, prudish, abandoned, distraught, elated but then bewildered, finally triumphant, and then captivated by the actions of the play of the rude mechs. The action of the play turns upon Hermia, and Romero keeps her believable and fresh at every point in the progression.

Director Paul Mullins chose a cast entirely of actresses to portray the artisans -- Nick Bottom the weaver, Peter Quince, and the others who clownishly elaborate the play about tragic lovers of legend Pyramis and Thisbe.

It's hard to imagine that there might be a shortage of males to take those parts. Mullins may have found the big, jovial La Tasha Stephens (left) so much larger than life that he decided to cast her as Bottom and to build around her. She was highly successful with the audience, giving the hearty, bossy, prating Bottom a kind of "Big Momma" treatment.

A thought experiment -- what if Mullins had instead cast her as Puck and Shaun Patrick Tubbs as Bottom? That might have stretched each of them.
There's a silliness in some of the directing that seems to be aimed directly at amusing a relatively young audience. Lysander's come-on to Hermia when they sleep in the woods was a smirking frat boy's approach to a hot date. And when the four lovers quarrel -- both men are magically entranced by plain-Jane Helena and scornful of the fair Hermia -- do we really need to have them all spitefully pulling off one another's clothing? Mind you, they are all beautiful in their underwear, and there's a funny moment when they're discovered asleep in a pile by Duke Theseus, the ultimate R.A.

A special recognition, accompanied by a carnation, to Verity Branco (right) in her tiny role as Snug, the mechanical picked to play the Lion. Branco is really, really funny and really, really guilelessly attentive, every moment that she's onstage in that character.

Both halves of the audience were well entertained. And anyone else who makes the trip to 23rd and San Jacinto can have the same satisfactions!

Review in the Daily Texan by Aboubacar N'Diaye, November 19