Friday, November 22, 2013

Hazmat Paradox in `Allison



What happens when you go 90% of the way?
She'd be annoying to live with, and he'd be annoying to live with.  But despite Allison's clear frustrations with Jerry, and his obvious lack of responsiveness to her, not to mention their different style of living, we get the feeling that they're well-matched housemates.  The Hazmat may be construed as her suiting up for a toxic relationship.  But in this film, it is a parody of such misconstrual, I'd say.  A quirky film that I like, surprisingly enough.  



Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Menacing Retribution in `Denise


A girl helps a guy untangle his web of lies.
Helps is not quite what this lady does to this guy.  She corners him, and hovers over him, and looms over him, in an emotionally menacing fashion.  Whether or not he actually deserves it, and it looks like he does, it is a necessary confrontation.  Maybe she pours it on too much, and maybe she plays him, in turn.  But it is clear she has a need to.  A brilliant short film.


Monday, November 18, 2013

Forbidden Confessional of `Serena


Lust. Temptation. Forbidden love. All under God's roof. Jennifer Garner and Alfred Molina star in this eternally screwed up short film.
This little description on YouTube is right, I'd say, but it doesn't come close to capturing the brilliance, and nuance, and forbiddenness of this short film.  Garner and Molina act this little script so deftly, all within the confines of a confessional and a tight time frame for plot development.  They give us a glimpse of a sanctuary of sorts for Catholics, and the human desire and awkwardness that, we may imagine, occur now and then in such a sanctuary.


Friday, November 15, 2013

"What the Butler Saw," by Joe Orton








White golliwogs, cross-dressing coppers, bellboy rapists, insanity, incest, and Winston Churchill’s giant member all play their part in this trouser-soilingly funny BBC production of Joe Orton’s farcical, bitingly satirical 1969 play, in which the head psychiatrist of a lunatic asylum, when trying to conceal the attempted molestation of his new secretary from his wife, only succeeds in making himself (and everyone else) look completely round the bend.
Reference: What the Butler Saw (1987)

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What the Butler Saw, by Joe Orton

I remember Leonard Barkan, back in my days at Northwestern University.  He was my favorite among the professors I knew, and I was grateful that he taught Shakespeare and also comedy.  Not comedy in the sense we may conventionally expect, but comedy in literature and drama.  I remember him having half-impish, half-scholarly qualities, and such balance helped him bring what he was teaching marvelously to life for us.  He'd do on-the-spot monologues from plays we were studying, for instance.  Moreover, What the Butler Saw was a platform on which to play up his bawdy side.     

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

"Six Characters," by Luigi Pirandello









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Six Characters was another play I read as a student at Northwestern University.  Now and then, over the years, I mull over the notion of a piece of art having a life of its own, that is, removed from the artist.  It may not seem so far fetched, when we consider that there are obscure books, paintings or artifacts whose origins are unknown.  They are essentially pieces looking for their creator, aren't they.  But it may also be a child, now an adult, who seeks the parents who put him or her up for adoption.  

Monday, November 11, 2013

"No Exit," by Jean-Paul Sartre








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Although many nineteenth century philosophers developed the concepts of existentialism, it was the French writer Jean Paul Sartre who popularized it. His one act play, Huis Clos or No Exit, first produced in Paris in May, 1944, is the clearest example and metaphor for this philosophy. There are only four characters: the VALET, GARCIN, ESTELLE, and INEZ and the entire play takes place in a drawing room, Second Empire style, with a massive bronze ornament on the mantelpiece. However the piece contains essential germs of existentialist thought such as "Hell is other people." As you read the play, put yourself in that drawing room with two people you hate most in the world.
No Exit, by Jean-Paul Sartre (emphasis, added).

I read this play as a student at Northwestern University.  These years heralded a marked transition in my thinking and interests: from chemistry, mathematics and Spanish, to psychology, philosophy and literature.  No Exit crosses two of these areas, as I found myself drawn to the existentialism of Sartre and drama on stage.
So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!
That notion of hell as being forever locked in a room with people I despise still reverberates in me.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Rainpan 43 Does "The Elephant Room"

Steve Cuiffo, Geoffrey Sobelle and Trey Lyford
Scrape away that veneer, though, and you get three highly accomplished and uncommonly verbose tricksters in Steve Cuiffo, Trey Lyford and Geoffrey Sobelle, aka Rainpan 43, who have been shrewd enough to package a show far removed from traditional magic. They are satiric deconstruction artists, really, poking fun at the David Copperfields and Cirque du whatevers of the illusionist trade by turning themselves into a trio of el cheapo losers with curly top, bouffant and mullet, who practice their trade in a cheesy New Jersey basement with found objects. Built on cinder blocks and designed to put you in mind of some worn-out Shriner-type locale, this cleverly built box of tricks features furnishings and props themed around, well, probably the most accurate referent would be "The Real Housewives of New Jersey," except these characters are guys and have neither money nor women in their lives nor any real hope therefor.
Reference: Louie and friends make the magic happen at Museum of Contemporary Art (emphasis, added).




These guys are wacky funny, and, as we see above, their stuff is muted satire on such out-of-the-blue things as transcendental meditation, stop smoking, and pop philosophy.  They're so funny that even when magic doesn't seem to work, I'm still guffawing at Sobelle's bits.

They're on stage at the Museum of Contemporary Art through this Sunday.  So if you happen to see them, please message me or e-mail me at Ron.Villejo@drronart.com.  I'd love to hear what you think!

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Human Failing and Triumph in "Spider-Man"


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In Mastering the building block of strategy, management consultancy McKinsey & Co. speaks less about content, and more about process, of strategy.  Conversation within the corporate team is critical, in particular debate and argument:
Getting executives to grapple with the issues can be a messy process, and the debates may be quite personal. After all, formulating good strategies typically involves revisiting fundamental and deeply held beliefs about a company’s past and future, and people tend not to shift their views without a fight.
From Glen Berger's account of the Broadway staging of Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark, the creative team may not have had enough of that grappling. Conversation is a two-way street: At any given moment, (a) at least one person has to initiate, allow or facilitate some talking, and (b) in turn one person has to begin talking.  Director Julie Taymor apparently fell short on the former:
Early on, Ms. Taymor, whom the alternately enthralled and smirking Mr. Berger suggests may have won a few too many prizes for being “uncompromising,” falls hopelessly in love with an idea that has few other fans. She clogs “Spider-Man” with a back story about the myth of Arachne that is based on little more than the comic book panels that everybody skips in order to get to the fun stuff. In Mr. Berger’s telling, she is the show’s impossible, transfixed mom-as-Fury.
Berger himself did little of the latter:
Scenes in which Mr. Berger wrestles with what the show’s story should be, or in which he tells his collaborators that their bad ideas are bad ideas, are curiously absent. “Privately, I wondered if maybe narratively it wasn’t the best choice,” he writes at one point (and thinks at many others). Wait, why privately? To hear him tell it, he was star-struck and intimidated — and also shut down by Ms. Taymor, who, he frets, saw him as an obedient dialogue typist rather than a full partner. But years later, when asked by the writer who supplanted him on the show, “If you disagreed with Julie so much from the very beginning, why didn’t you just quit?” he didn’t have much of an answer. He still doesn’t.
The grappling that McKinsey highlights must be constructive, but it didn't even surface sufficiently enough for it to have any meaningful benefit in the case of Spider-Man.  Whatever bubbled up was shut down, internalized, and left to tick in quiet arrhythmia.  

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Most musicals are birthed, legitimately, in hope, but “Spider-Man” was conceived in cynicism and born out of deadlock. When it finally opened in 2011, all that its quarrelsome creators could agree upon was that things had gone terribly wrong. That such a craven lunge at commercial success was masterminded by people with little native instinct for musicals and what Mr. Berger calls a “nausea for disposable pop culture” — an odd qualification for creating a comic-book adaptation — might have offered a clue that trouble lay ahead.
Reference: A Spider-Man Caper Full of Broadway Characters, All of Them Real.

In Fantasy and Reality Converge on "Spider-Man," I marveled at the engineering and technology behind the production, and acknowledged, too, that the complexity of staging and the fallibility of people were a recipe for a Broadway disaster.

It's a shame that this human failing had to happen for what I believe was an awesome idea.  Seeing a superhero on stage live must be a thrill to any child-cum-adult.  Alas, the Spider-Man creative team needed a trusted, overarching figure who could surface the underlying tensions, facilitate constructive grappling, and reconcile things adequately enough.

Still, while there are cost overruns, Spider-Man apparently has raked in nearly $200 million of as last summer.  So there is clearly a large audience for this, two years in the running now.  So the production cannot be a categorical Broadway disaster.  I'd say it is also a human triumph.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Layers of Metaphor in "T is for Time"


"Take risks, Marcus.  Try new things, Marcus."  Fuck you, Eva.  
This short film is quite brilliant for its layers of metaphor and complexity.  Marcus goes scuba diving on impulse, mainly because he needs a friend to be with.  It's an odd friendship, though, as the two seem to be of wholly different personalities and alcohol tolerance.  But trapped in a relationship, he finds the underwater to be rather liberating.  Except that he gets trapped in a cave.  Either the scuba diving happened literally, or it's a metaphor to give us a visceral, frantic sense for Marcus in this relationship.
Trapped, just like Eva...  You're free now.  
Marcus sits on a chair in the bedroom, looking rather distraught, a time piece and chain on hand.  As he walks to the bed, we see Eva and her lover, naked and sleeping.  But are they merely sleeping?  Marcus lays the time piece carefully to her side, as if to say `Your time is up.  Did he kill both of them, rendering sleep as both an actual thing and a metaphor for death?    

Perhaps Marcus killed himself as well, which makes the scuba diving, and being trapped in that little cave, a perfect rendition of the experience of dying.

Friday, November 1, 2013

To Fiddle and Meddle in "T is for Table"


Don't touch anything [she instructs].
Of course, one guy touches something.  The other guy touches something.  Then it's finito.

It's that human tendency, I suppose, not to listen.  To fiddle and meddle anyway.  The resulting tragedy, for some, cannot be averted.