Thursday, December 29, 2011

SAG-AFTRA Actor: Art Lynch






    
 Thursday, December 29, 2011Top Theatre of 2011 - CityLife
A fistful of dramas : Stage :: Las Vegas CityLife
www.lasvegascitylife.com
David McKee
In the spirit of the Great Recession, this year brings not a Top 10 but a high five. Condolences to "The Drowsy Chaperone" (Super Summer Theatre) "Bedroom Farce" (LV Little Theatre), "Zoo Story" (RagTag Entertainment), "Noises Off" (NV Conservatory Theatre) and "Theodora, She-Bitch of Byzantium" (Onyx Theatre), all of which missed out by the narrowest of margins, as the mask of tragedy eclipsed that of comedy. "Zoo Story"'s omission was arguably the most capricious: With a pair of 'two-handers' topping the list, there wasn't room for a third. And there ought to be a special kudo for Erica Griffin's one-two punch of black comedy ... "Casa de Nada" (Fringe Festival), which uncannily foreshadowed Occupy Wall Street, and her pocket masterpiece on genital mutilation, "That Atrocious Tradition" (Theatre7). She's got another play brewing and I, for one, can scarcely wait.
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Posted by Art Lynch at 11:55 PM  

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Original Works Publishing




Atrocious Traditions
by Erica Griffin
Two One Act Plays
featuring:
INBRED
1 Male, 2 Females
Synopsis:Catch (30's), an aspiring musician, in playing in a cover band in Boulder City, Nevada. When a strange but beautiful, and very drunk young groupie named Alice (20's) brings him home to an off-road shack near the base of Hoover Dam, Catch suddenly finds himself caught in a strange reality... a reality where a mentally retarded girl named Daphne (20's) is routinely abused by her sister Alice in order to make sense of their parents incestuous love affair and double suicides. Catch faces his own insecurities as his passion for Alice fizzles and his compassion for Daphne grows.
INTACT
2 Males, 1 Female
Synopsis:Mavis (40's), an artist, has almost finished her nude portrait of Riot (20's), a model, in her Las Vegas garage/art studio, but has run into a problem now that he has disrobed completely. When she calls her son Lyle (20's), who works in the costume shop at UNLV, in for a second opinion, Lyle is instantly attracted to Riot. Of course Lyle hasn't taken his meds, and when Mavis wants to go out and celebrate with Riot, Lyle's attraction takes a fatal turn... he comes up with an artistic solution of his own.
*These plays can be produced on one simple set.

Amazon.com - Atrocious Traditions



Erica Griffin is one of those playwrights who can surprise you on every page. Her characters and dialogue are wholly unique. The humor is never forced, but always laugh out loud funny. The subjects she tackles in her writing might not be for absolutely everyone, but that's one of the things that makes her great. She's not afraid to tackle the taboo.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Artsvegas.com Review of Atrocious Traditions




By JMDF
Photo by Richard Brusky

If you’re looking for a real fright, Brave Theatrics’ Fearophilia is probably not for you. Aside from a five second sample of Hamburger Lady played during pre-show (perhaps inadvertently) there’s nothing here that would satisfy anyone with truly creepy tastes. But it’s an entertaining hit-or-miss evening of six short plays with macabre themes relying a lot more on the funny bone than on the fear factor.
That Atrocious Tradition, an extremely well-rounded comedic dissertation on the disparities between mushroom stamps, is one more reason to love playwright Erica Griffin. In this piece she tackles religion, mental illness and cultic practice without managing to offend either common sense or common decency. Her impressive talent for delivering the unexpected is rare and well crafted. She’s safe, but not too safe, and quite possibly on the verge of some major breakthroughs. Troy Heard’s direction is tight, efficient and invisible while actors Gus Langley, Rosalie Miletich and Jason Nino jump into the skins of Erica’s characters and have a blast.
Dave Surratt’s It’s Okay, featuring Tony Blosser, Drew Yonemori and Thomas Chratska, is clever and well conceived. In this sketch, two scientists try to describe something inexpressible to their boss. Whether they’re actually talking about the reality-defying properties of quantum particles, the discovery of alien life-forms, or a virus which has learned to brainwash humans, the disjointed, halting, and unsteady style of their language is hilarious and original. Surratt’s upcoming full-length Listen, to be produced by RagTag Entertainment in November, might be worth checking out.
What stands out most clearly in Michael Manley’s Unclaimed Baggage is the surprising level of maturity in Breon Jenay and Dave Surratt’s acting approach. Unfortunately, they only share the stage for a very brief time. More could be done with this piece, but probably not without borrowing too many ideas from David Lynch’s Lost Highway.

Ernie Curcio’s Lucy’s Invite threatens to shock and horrify, but it would take a different type of actress to stitch a spine onto this screed. Austi Martines is poorly cast. She’s simply not jaded enough to invent the kind of self-indulgence this monologue requires. Her youth, charm and good looks only add to her undoing. Director Ruth Palileo has not provided any shortcuts, or even much direction, it seems. The psychologically-charged props littering the stage floor might even provide some help if they weren’t invisible to 90% of the audience. Might as well just throw dirty laundry up there.
A Tortured Chorus by Laura Neubauer is a little hard to make out. Maybe it’s a play about Sweeney Todd’s Eastern European cousin who’s into voodoo. Maybe it’s a strained metaphor about the dangers of conformity. Whatever it is, it could probably use some more fleshing out and refocusing.
If it were possible for Saturday Night Live to be even more irrelevant, the typical sketch might look something like Paul McComas’ The Most Terrifying Three-Word Dystopian / Dark-Fantasy / Horror Story Ever Written. Hopefully he earned a pat on the head for actually bothering.

Theater owners and operators are always afraid of not being able to attract young audience members. All they have to do is figure out how fledgling production company Brave Theatrics packed the house with them at Theater7. Old farts should know better but they usually don’t. They shouldn’t worry about young people abandoning theater. They won’t abandon theater. They’ll just abandon old farts. Some day they’ll just start running the whole operation on their own and stage productions which will make all of us old farts roll over in our graves. At least in a perfect world they will. Happy Halloween, Las Vegas.
 October 28, 7 pm -29, 10:30 p.m.; $10
Theater 7 is at 1406 South 3rd St

Thursday, June 30, 2011

ArtsVegas Review: Casa de Nada



By JMDF
Photos by Richard Brusky

Sue McNulty stars as Ruby Slipper, ahomeless woman with unearthly menstrual flow. Her badge is
the winged tampon, an inverted crucifix transformed from the Son of Light to the Daughter of Darkness. She’s the den mother for a collection of squatters who perform odd jobs in return for lottery tickets. There’s something suspicious about the lottery itself but none of the squatters seem to know much about anything for certain. Then an unsettling visitor arrives to set in motion a chilling revelation. It’s hard to say much about Casa de Nada without feeling like you’re giving surprises away, so here’s a detour:
319px-Venus_von_Willendorf_01The picture to the left represents one of the more esoteric themes a person may encounter while watching Casa de Nada. It’s a picture of the Willendorf Venus, which was carved by our ancestors about 25,000 years ago. She represents perhaps one of the first extra-dimensional beings the human race encountered while intoxicated on the powerfully hallucinogenic Amanita muscaria mushroom (one of which visually dominates the Casa de Nada stage while posing as a piece of furniture). The seven bands of wavy lines which veil her face are indeed reminiscent of a psychedelically-induced vision. Did our Casa De Nada 003ancestors actually perceive Mother Nature Herself while under the effects of this drug? What sort of ceremonies did they perform while indulging in the communion? Were our ancestors blessed, as the audiences of Casa de Nada are blessed, with the vision of Ruby Slipper, the perpetually menstruating Venus of Willendorf, squatting on the face of a fallen man while offering to resuscitate him with the power of her bleeding Jesus/Vagina? It’s hard to form an answer to this heavily loaded question because by now we’ve practically reached the end of Casa de Nada.
The unfortunate thing about this play is that it ends rightCasa De Nada 004 where it should begin. By the time we’re finished getting to know the marginally compelling characters Erica Griffin and her able cast have created, there’s no momentum left to knock any fruit off the tree. Although she’s able to shroud this short psychodrama with some interesting ambience, it seems to have navigational problems once it hits the high sea. With more thoughtful meditation on the themes to which she’s naturally drawn, I believe the playwright’s good instincts will eventually lead her through this wild forest of ideas.
There’s one more thing that should not go without mention. There’s a warning on the back of the program: THIS SHOW CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE and SACRILIGIOUS HUMOR!! (sic). Devout Christians will indeed find the opening salvo of this show unnecessarily insensitive to their religious feeling. There’s very little excuse for it artistically, unless of course Jesus is a mushroom.ArtsVegas Review: Casa de Nada

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Of moles and men


Animal, vegetable, mineral ... Fringe Festival had it all

"It's hotter than Satan's asshole out here!" No, that wasn't an irate spectator commenting on Las Vegas Little Theatre's air conditioning, but rather one of the many mirth-inducing lines in Erica Griffin's Casa de Nada, which graces the 2011 Fringe Festival with some of the bawdiest dialogue in memory.

Comedy and angst seesawed for the upper hand, with Marco Ramirez's I Am Not Batman, a monodrama for actor and street drummer, smack in the middle. Equally funny and moving, Batman amusingly juxtaposes Adam Flores' manic, acrobatic performance with Mike Thatcher's deadpan presence, although the latter's percussion is sometimes so loud Flores resorts to ear-fatiguing yelling.

There was more substance, humanity and profundity in Batman's slender 20 minutes than in all 80 of William Waldrop and Robert Williamson's insufferable Pandemic!, a musical with Broadway aspirations. ("Delusions" would be more accurate.) It's the most toxic spore yet of the drive-in meta-musical, a campy subgenre that trivializes everything, including death. Music and lyrics are exceptionally forgettable and Jeff Tidwell gives them the staging they deserve, dominated by an acting style best termed "swishbuckling," regurgitating every 20th-century Hollywood gay stereotype.

Consolations include Courtney Combs' diverse choreography, Tony Blosser's rock-steady professionalism (wasted in a non-singing role), Molly Rosenberger's dumb-blonde act and the magnificent voice of Melissa Ritz in three small parts. Lead roles fare less well between the adenoidal bray and fluttery soprano, respectively, of lovers Derek Keeling and Shannon Winkel, or the metallic tone and transatlantic wobble of Kara von Aschwege's Teutonic doctor.

Even more self-congratulatory (if possible) was Atlas Theatre's The Blue Hour, which pastes together David Mamet excerpts in an effort to say Something Important about contemporary America. The sluggish ultra-solemnity of Judith Kalaora's direction, the pretension of the concept and a dramatic arc so abstract you can take it to mean anything you like may cause The Blue Hour to be mistaken for high art -- as will its simulated fellatio.

Amidst mostly anemic thesping, Sean Cancillieri's idiosyncrasy and folding-chair physique command attention, as do his ability to immediately switch from a chatty, intrusive panhandler to a terrifying rapist. Andrew Eddins, in a breakout performance, is a quintessential Mamet actor, the rhythms and inflections in his blood. But as narrator Rick Ginn declaims, "My God, we have done what we should not have."

No less dystopian -- but considerably more involving -- is Daniel Hamilton's Love Stories During the Armageddon of a Citrus Fruit. A surrealistic journey to the center of a planet-sized orange, it's also a Faustian conflict between two nameless men, played by twins Jason and Jeremy Nino. Their physical and vocal likeness reinforces Hamilton's Cain/Abel allegory. In this Eden, the Forbidden Fruit is the secret of the atom, guarded balefully not by God but Gary Lunn's world-weary J. Robert Oppenheimer. Atmospherically visualized by Amanda Kraft, Armageddon is a haunting Festival highlight.

So is Home Free!, Lanford Wilson's drama of incestuous siblings (near-lookalikes Shane Cullum and Rosalie Miletich-Ellis) living in a fantasy world. Director Gus Langley inspires intense concentration and both actors surpass themselves with unnervingly in-character portrayals. As the agoraphobic brother, Cullum finds both humor and pathos within the role's childish psychoses. Equally unaffected in her delusional behavior, Miletich-Ellis's quicksilver mood changes keep one off-balance, further intensifying the harrowing buildup to Home Free!'s foreordained tragic outcome.

If Home Free! was pure triumph, Arthur Kopit's Sing to Me through Open Windows triumphs over obstacles that would defeat any lesser protagonist than Breon Jenay. As Mr. Judd, an elderly magician of failing ability, Jenay must get viewers past obvious old-age makeup, an unmasculine voice and a Rip Taylor wig that deserves co-protagonist billing.

But the creaky body language, slipping mind and Master Thespian hauteur ... all these Jenay nails, conjuring tremendous pathos. No small credit goes to the exquisite lighting, set and direction of Shawn Hackler and Cynthia Vodovoz, and to the creepy interventions of Judd's clown sidekick, Loveless (Dave Surratt). Had Sing to Me been in the main stage, not the Fischer Black Box, its visual foibles could be minimized, but so would its twilight intimacy.

Definitely needing more lebensraum was Erica Griffin's staging of her own Casa de Nada, a slice of homeless life that feels uncomfortably like contemporary Vegas. It's big in style (busting through the fourth wall effortlessly) and ambition: a hilarious requiem for the American spirit. In Griffin's house, freedom really does mean having nothing left to lose, as exemplified by a motley quintet of squatters (including one impostor).

Had it maintained the effrontery and sure pace of its first 40 minutes, Casa would be the Festival's capstone. But it's basically a first act followed by a bum's-rush conclusion, as though Griffin checked her watch and thought, "I gotta wrap this!" Amid a convincingly scabrous cast (including Anne Mulford as a Mexican of indeterminate gender) only Tyler Collinsworth's matinee-idol-stiff Solitaire is unpersuasive. Joe Hammond compensates for a towel-obscured face with ursine growls ("You Mmmmmexitard!)" and Sue McNulty's deadpan outrageousness is predestined for Ruby Slipper, who believe Jesus lives in her ... no, I can't spoil the surprise.

Going from qualified success to meritorious failures, we find Caroline and James Moran's The Wind in the Willows. Drew Yonemori's meek, lovable Moley, the Falstaffian exuberance of Samuel Craner's Toady and a clutch of inspired sight gags are almost enough to airlift the slapdash, unready production.

Conversely, Bruce Kane's Ruby of Elsinore founders on disastrous miscasting of dreary Anthony Avery in the title role. Valiant efforts by April Sauline's adorably spunky, tutu-wearing Ophelia, Ryan Balint's Goth-slacker Hamlet, John Imro's orotund Ghost, plus the swaggering lechery of John Ivanoff's scene-stealing Claudius go virtually for naught.

Perhaps the first play to include recipes in its program, My Best Dish was a collaborative effort by director Douglas Hill and four members of the UNLV Senior Adult Theatre Program. A comedic soufflé that rose impeccably, it's a quartet for voices, seasoned with stylized movement, song and dance. Cooking tips, life stories and genteel bitchery are intermixed, performed with infectious relish. As a stylish Southern belle, Gail Romero revels in her escape from Grandma Ghetto and co-star Sandy Runkle makes microwave-preparation directions sound more carnal than Lady Chatterly's Lover.

If My Best Dish was unreservedly lovable, Charles E. Drew and Lalanya Abner's phantasmagoric Local Celebrity inspires strong -- albeit detached -- admiration. A Brechtian media circus unfolding in the mind of a P.O.W. (Kasey Bean) in Iraq, it depicts the paparazzi, wannabes, has-beens and starfuckers who orbit the mostly unseen, sexually ambiguous rapper Drone (Lonnie Loven). Contemporary pop culture gets harsh scrutiny from writer-director Abner and her large, capable cast, played out in a series of monologues. Its Americans wallow in narcissism while nameless soldiers die overseas. Mike Thrower, as a self-important day player, deserves special mention and so does the exceptionally engaging TyWayne Wheatt as the photographer dogging Drone's entourage. As the ringmistress, Mizz Jazz, Delyce Collins commands the stage throughout with cool and sinister poise.

Beneath its grotesquery -- and the spectacularly colorful and scintillating costumes of Jen Henry -- Local Celebrity never loses its underlying compassion. The anti-Blue Hour, it's a work in progress that feels remarkably complete. For such discoveries was Fringe Festival invented.

2011 Fringe Festival Thursday-Sunday, June 9-12, times vary; Las Vegas Little Theatre, 3920 Schiff Drive, 362-7996 or www.lvlt.org, $12 per production

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Local acting troupes combine so theatergoers can binge on Vegas Fringe Festival

By Steve Bornfeld
LAS VEGAS REVIEW-JOURNAL
photo by Richard Brusky
Gertie is ... how to put this discreetly? ... frisky.
Hamlet's cougar-queen mama swoons over her royal romps with King Claudius, earning the title "Your Hornyness" from a hairdresser who suggests that flighty Ophelia do a Google search on Prince Hamlet before dating the Danish downer who can "depress a laughing hyena." ... Yo, Shakespeare? Got your dribble glass and whoopee cushion?

"Gertrude probably was oversexed, and Hamlet was this indecisive lout, so it brings them back to Earth," says Barbara King, co-director of "Ruby of Elsinore," in which "Hamlet's" cast of tragedy junkies files through the salon of hipper-than-thou Ruby the stylist.
Diggin' the wackadoodle vibe? Relax -- if not, there's 10 other plays from 11 local companies crowding Las Vegas Little Theatre's twin stages for its Vegas Fringe Festival in a two-weekend blowout beginning Friday.

Expect a parade of productions from folks you maybe/kinda/never heard of:
Atlas Theatre Company, Butcher Block Productions, Chaos Theatre, Endless Productions, lil flo Productions, Found Door Productions, Rag Tag Entertainment, House of Tribes, Olde English, the UNLV Senior Adult Theatre Program -- and their host, Las Vegas Little Theatre.
"Taking the plunge last year was a little risky, but we had some quality work, audiences responded and we made a small profit," says producer TJ Larsen. Charging companies $200 to participate, LVLT has set relatively modest ticket prices: $12 for individual shows, and $55 and $110 for multishow passes.

Calling their involvement low-risk, Atlas artistic director Chris Mayse notes: "We're trying to explore the art form, rather than thinking, 'I spent X amount, so now I have to have X amount coming in.' "

Learn anything during the first spin around the Fringe? "We had scheduling conflicts that I've addressed, trying to stagger the performances enough so throughout the two weeks, people will have plenty of time to see all 11 plays," Larsen says. "We're only in our second year so it's still a work in progress."

("Staggering" also applies to backstage hullabaloo, as companies get 10 minutes each to ferry their relatively simple sets into and out of the theater.)

"You're helping the theater community grow, instead of this segregation that unfortunately happens here," says Andrew Wright, producer of Rag Tag, whose contribution is "Pandemic! A Killer Flu-sical," recounting New York's swine flu panic with show tunes. ... Seriously.
Insists Wright: "It's a very funny look at the swine flu outbreak." Hatched by ex-Las Vegans William Waldrop and Robert Williamson, "Flu-sical" features Broadway actor Derek Keeling (Danny Zuko in the "Grease" revival) in a piece getting its premiere in Las Vegas before the creators give it a New York go.

Bona fide heavyweights are Fringe-bound: Lanford Wilson's "Home Free!" (Olde English), about "a man and his incestuously pregnant sister, living in a cluttered playroom with two imaginary companions" (is there a psychiatrist in the house?); "The Wind and the Willow" (Endless), based on Kenneth Grahame's novel; and David Mamet's cryptic "The Blue Hour" (Atlas) about "that time between day and night, light and dark, the beginning and the end of a moment in time." (Whoa ... what?)

"They're non sequitur scenes, we just wanted to explore his language," Mayse says about Mamet, celebrated as the Bard of contemporary street lingo and poet of profanity. Scanning the Fringe lineup, he adds, has been heartening.

"What's interesting is, in this lineup there are a lot of first-timers who've been on the down-low. And (actors) who've been around a bit are trying their hand at directing or producing."

Toss in a few more oddball entries that seem Fringe-worthy: Daniel Hamilton's "Love Stories During the Armageddon of a Citrus Fruit" (Chaos), in which "two men inhabit a world-sized orange" (do they go bananas?); Marco Ramirez's "I Am Not Batman" (lil flo), featuring one actor and one drummer (and no Joker); and Erica Griffin's "Casa de Nada" (Found Door), in which "dozens of homeless people are living in a rich woman's backyard" (they aren't the gardeners).
Rounding out the eclectic bill: "Local Celebrity" (House of Tribes) addressing celebrity mania; "My Best Dish" (Senior Adult Program) about "recipes and rumors"; and "Sing to Me through Open Windows" (Butcher Block), about a magician and "a clown who lives in the shadows."
Back onstage in Bizarro Hamlet, ribald Ruby's still riffin': "This is Denmark," he says. "There's always something rotten going on." Queenie -- whom Ruby now dubs "Your Superciliousness" -- drones on lasciviously about her sexcapades, while Claudius pronounces his stepson "a fruitcake, he's a freakin' numbskull." Rapping with young Hammy, skeptical Ruby says: "Your father's ghost talked to you? You sure your college buddies aren't punking you?" Yet when Hammy's black-hooded papa does pop in, Ruby offers the spook encouragement about his sepulchral male pattern baldness. The dispirited spirit declares that he hopes his bro who murdered him -- that'd be Claudius -- gets whacked by his vengeful kid, without the fussy speechifying.
"To be or not to be? What's the problem?" he asks.
"Just stab the son of a bitch."
Contact reporter Steve Bornfeld at sbornfeld@ reviewjournal.com or 702-383-0256.

Homeless in Vegas


Erica Griffin's Casa de Nada houses society's outcasts


CityLife: Several of your plays seem to be inspired by a sense of place: psych ward, homeless encampment ...

Erica Griffin: Yes! It's a fun challenge to create a place where you can manipulate the audience experience with an atmosphere before a single line is uttered. This may sound weird, but I've always been fascinated with homeless people ... as a child walking around Seattle, I'd see them almost as magical beings. The crazy ones were at once terrifying and fascinating.

CL: Having been away from theater awhile, do you feel you've changed artistically?

Griffin: Without a doubt, I have become a better artist since my sabbatical. Being a new parent has not only made me more patient and sensitive as a director, but my writing feels more honest and efficient. I may be finally finding my voice.

CL: You're literally doing an "out of town" tryout. How did that transpire?

Griffin: The event is called "the forgotten city," a camping trip organized by a local Burning Man group [at Lake Mead]. The principles of radical self-reliance and self-expression are key to the experience. There is no exchange of money. It just seemed like the perfect marriage, plus the actors could get a nice sunburn before we open.

CL: How is it to present Casa in Fringe-style rotation?

Griffin: It adds a level of excitement that will keep it urgent and in the moment, like all good theater. After rehearsing in my backyard with a naked toddler running around stealing props, the cast is pretty much immune to distraction at this point!

Fringe Festival: Casa de Nada Friday, June 3, 7:30 p.m.; Saturday, June 4, 4 p.m.; Sunday, June 5, 6:15 p.m.; Las Vegas Little Theatre, 3920 Schiff Drive, 362-7996, $12

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Little Theatre thinks big with its annual Fringe Festival

by Molly O'Donnell
photo by Richard Brusky
Chinatown, especially the Valley’s special brand of Chinatown, is not usually the place to find outsider art. But the Las Vegas Fringe Festival combats moo shu stereotypes by serving up back-to-back local productions of previously produced and original theater. From June 3-12, Las Vegas Little Theatre’s Mainstage and Black Box theaters will host everything from tales told to Hamlet’s hairstylist to a comedic take on Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery.”

The Details

Las Vegas Fringe Festival
June 3-12, times vary
$12 per showing, $55-$110 for passes
Las Vegas Little Theatre, 3920 Schiff Dr.
Beyond the Weekly
 
The latter, Erica Griffin’s Casa de Nada, is local through and through. “Casa is a Vegas script, by a Las Vegas playwright, about Las Vegan characters, starring Las Vegas talent,” says play producer T.J. Larsen. Although you’re local and remember Jackson’s original short story, Casa could have you hoping some things wouldn’t happen so close to home.

Lanford Wilson’s Home Free features subject matter that might make Casa’s seem tame by comparison. Starring Shane Cullum and Rosalie Miletich-Ellis, the play deals with a beyond-close brother-sister dynamic. But, Cullum says, “One of the beautiful things about the script is that the two characters are so strange, the fact that they are in an incestuous relationship seems to be the least of their problems.”

Chaos Theatre’s Love Stories During the Armageddon of a Citrus Fruit isn’t as whimsical as it sounds. The plot seems a little like Waiting for Godot, if the foreboding in Beckett’s masterpiece had ever come to fruition.

The festival’s in-house production company lightens the mood with Bruce Kane’s Ruby of Elsinore, which tells Hamlet through confessions made to a hairstylist. “This play is presented in such an up-to-date way that even audiences who aren’t Shakespeare fans will appreciate it,” says Anthony Avery, who stars as Ruby.

Even if the audience doesn’t, with at least 11 total plays on the bill—and multiple showings of each per day—this year’s Fringe Festival should be even more diverse than previous editions. It also makes for a nice way to spend the night after that plate of lo mein.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Stiffs and Georges



By David McKee
Photo courtesy of Richard Brusky

“With the recession, the gap between the rich and poor grows ever greater, and Las Vegas is a microcosm of that right in front of us. the gambling and waste in this town confounds me — within feet of a craps table where someone can lay down a $500 chip, you can find someone who might not have eaten that day. But in this play you’ve got characters willing to gamble their own food money in a lottery with an undetermined prize, so they’re stuck in a strange cycle as well. Las Vegas has extreme wealth and yet one of the fastest-growing homeless populations. As Mr. Wig says, ‘If I had one lousy penny from every tourist that passed by, I’d be one of the “rich-ists” too!’” — playwright Erica Griffin, whose newest black comedy, Casa de Nada, is set in a Las Vegas homeless encampment. It premieres June 3 as part of Las Vegas Little Theatre’s Fringe Festival. More of my interview of Ms. Griffin will appear in the June 2 issue of Las Vegas CityLife.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Stage against the machine: The new generation of theatrical upstarts

Story by David McKee
In a city mired in musicals, a new uprising of playwrights and actors is shocking! thrilling! inspiring! the theater scene

Dimly lit bars, backyards in seedy neighborhoods, junkyards and living rooms - these unlikely spaces are fertile ground for a new wave of local theater talent. This isn't some fresh-faced thespian community, either. Rather, it's a hardscrabble dramatic corps that's producing a surprising amount of original theater in a town typically drenched in musicals and revues.

What it may lack in brand-name appeal, this Vegas fringe-theater scene more than makes up in sensation. A Los Angeles Times critic was referring to Las Vegas playwright Ernest Hemmings when he described his "flair for the outrageous and the risqué," but that could apply to the oeuvre of several authors who represent the leading edge of local drama. Their plays grapple with sex, war, death and relationships - with keen dramatic intensity and sometimes biting humor. They generally draw small crowds, but occasional big critical acclaim - and sometimes sharp criticism.

On March 18, Insurgo Theater Movement premieres Dave Surratt's "Listen." He summarizes the plot as: "Young audiophile brings a first date back to his place, manically plays a string of songs and bits of songs from different CDs that remind him of each other, and ends up (unwittingly) offending her." "Listen" was born as a vignette originally performed at the Katherine Gianaclis Park for the Arts, a nondescript building next to some dodgy apartments on Boulder Highway in the east side of town.

Another luminary of the alt-theater scene, Ernie Curcio also crafted works in that improbable place; his "Rambis" is a riotously black comedy about a dying casino dealer. His KGPA experiments also yielded the tortured monologue "Unfinished," the Iraq-inspired surrealism of "War Mouth" and "Perturbed" (plot: school teacher makes "video love letter" to student). Their revival at alternative festivals and small theaters make Curcio the most-frequently performed local author.

Fans in high places

College of Southern Nevada theater professor Joe Hammond - who's helped workshop these plays and appeared in some of them - says gloom-laden comedy is Vegas playwrights' genre of choice. "It's as if there is an angst," Hammond says. "Everybody is looking for something that's full of rage and find comedy in it." They hope to find local resonance as well. Hammond says the unique sense of place and the fascination Sin City holds for Americans is generally lacking in local theater, which should "concentrate more on how to exist in this society that borders on the edge of madness and sin."

Hammond has kind words for any Vegas playwright you can mention. He affectionately calls Curcio "the madman" who "writes with incredible anger and rage." He's also complimentary of Erica Griffin ("intensely fascinating"), Surratt ("pushes on the edge") and Hemmings ("Absurdist viewpoint that borders on the sarcastic and cynical"). He also singles out Mark Wherry, whose Bugsy Siegel musical, "It's Only Business," was produced by CSN, and Teri Harpster, who writes science-fiction theater and is most recently the author of the one-act play "The Lost." Not every local author is a fan of this burgeoning stage-it-yourself movement. Playwright Shawn Hackler sees the flurry of activity as a double-edged sword.

"While it gives our audiences something new to chew on - how many times can we really watch 'Annie'? - we risk giving the scene a bad name," he says, frowning upon the amount of "untested" drama that gets staged. "They produce it as much to see what works and doesn't as to entertain audiences," he says of his colleagues. "They haven't been through (a) rigorous editing process and the results can sometimes be s---," even though an editor's hand can usher in "the commercialism that destroys good work."

[Hear more: Look ma, no script: Improv Vegas performs on "KNPR's State of Nevada."]

Junkyard dogma

Test Market founder Hemmings defends DIY theater.

"I highly recommend it," he says. "There's such a saturation of plays and submissions & You could be waiting years and years" for that first staging. "If you want to see it produced, you should just do it." Being your own Harold Prince means adapting to oddball, catch-as-can venues. "We did our first show in a junkyard," Hemmings recalls, "so it requires a great deal of imagination."

The Los Angeles Times compares Hemmings to confrontational '60s playwright Joe Orton, calling a production of his play "Eccentric" a "black comedy about a sexually adventurous American couple's disastrous London vacation," in which an attempt to arrange a threesome goes fatally awry. The title, the Times critic wrote, "was probably the only act of restraint exercised" by Hemmings.

Several of Hemmings' short plays are available in their no-holds-barred glory on YouTube. Warning: In their brazen effrontery of conventional good taste, they're not for the squeamish.

In on the act

Even the establishment is getting into the act. Las Vegas Little Theatre, long synonymous with safe fare, has been pushing toward the avant-garde under Walter Niejadlik's leadership. The kernel was Las Vegas Little Theatre's mid-decade Insomniac Project, a late-night showcase that presented multiple, brief plays under omnibus rubrics like "Midnight Snacks." The catch: The works had to be staged within whatever set was already occupying the Las Vegas Little Theatre main stage. (That wasn't necessarily a handicap. Playwright Erica Griffin's "S.N.A.F.U.," depicting a mental institution, dovetailed serendipitously with the standing sets for "Stalag 17.")

Griffin, who has four Insomniac productions on her resumé, considers it the seed of Las Vegas Little Theatre's Fischer Black Box contemporary-theater series that has yielded much critical acclaim. Her method of theatercraft: Do it where you can. "Wherever you've got a playwright and copies of a play and some actors to read the parts, you've got a workshop," she says. "You can have one in your living room if you want. & Just the sheer electricity of folks coming together to imagine a new play together is the essence of creativity itself."

More established groups like Las Vegas Little Theatre hope to harness that lightning to attract a younger audience, who may eventually gravitate toward main stage shows.

"The (audience) demographic that we like to shoot for is about 18-35," says Las Vegas Little Theatre board member Courtney Sheets.

The Las Vegas Little Theatre's new-works competition yields each spring's Black Box show.

Employing a score sheet devised by Black Box Artistic Director T.J. Larsen, competing plays get points for smallness of cast and suitability to the venue. If the author is local, that's good for extra credit. A three-judge panel vets the scripts - 39 were submitted in 2009 - and "nine times out of 10 our scores match for the final three," Sheets says. The first contest winner, Eric Eberwin's "Great Western Wanderlust," got an unplanned bonus when Original Works Publishing subsequently purchased the script.

On the Fringe

Last year also saw the debut of the Las Vegas Little Theatre-hosted Fringe Festival. "Walter, Frank Mengwasser, and I felt like the theater community in Las Vegas had grown to a point where we could conceivably produce a festival late in 2008," says Larsen. Looking around Vegas, Larsen saw much quality work being done in a "segmented" fashion and believed "bringing like-minded people to a festival setting would be a great opportunity to build our connections and express our differences in a more public and fun way."

Although "timing and scheduling issues" kept Insurgo and other high-profile troupes out, Larsen found that a blessing in disguise as "it led to us getting to work with a whole lot of new companies and individuals that & we hadn't really known before the festival." Niejadlik left the choice of plays to participants like Born & Raised Productions, although musicals and pieces exceeding an hour were verboten.

To help defray participants' costs in the all-volunteer affair, Niejadlik & Co. "wanted to point out two shows as 'Best of Fringe.'" A local theater patron and an educator judged all 10 productions. When the votes were tallied, Curcio's "Unfinished" - a tragic monologue inspired by events in the author's life - was one of the two plays chosen for an encore presentation at the festival's close.

The regular irregulars
Curcio is a regular presence onstage at Insurgo, where he has directed "Rambis" and "War Mouth." The company, founded by John Beane, tries to weave adaptations and original dramas into a steady flow of the classics, albeit in a less structured way than Las Vegas Little Theatre. Its efforts have ranged from late-night collections of themed playlets ("The Sex Comedies," "The Superhero Diaries") to Insurgo's box-office smash, "Cannibal! The Musical."

But Insurgo's flirtations with the abyss - even "Rambis'" crack addict who totes an aborted fetus in her handbag - are family-friendly compared to the savage excursions of Hemmings, whose writing leaves no taboo untouched.

Although Beane, Surratt, Griffin and others put great stock in workshopping, Hemmings does not. "It's not really my style. I'm more of an author who thinks as an actor or director," he says. "I build the (dramatic) arc on how I want the audience to react" and revises his plays based on how their first performances went.

Exit, pursued by a dragon

Another author who goes his own way is Hackler.

"The plays I write are to satisfy me. My anger. My sadness. My joy. I don't typically think about the production in terms of budget or space requirements," he says, almost defiantly. "If I want a giant dragon taking a s--- on stage, I'll write that. Let the director work the rest out."

It's not authorial intractability that's kept all but one of Hackler's two-dozen plays off the stage, but his own ambivalence.

"I often find myself loath to have people read it, let alone produce it," he confesses. "Writing happens to be cathartic for me. I sometimes think that if people saw my work, they would see how pissed off I really am. Then I would lose all my friends."

Hackler's lone produced play, the 2008 Kafka-esque fantasia "Morphotic," was actually inspired by boredom - specifically, the ennui Hackler felt reading a "Metamorphosis" adaptation Insurgo wanted him to prepare. He sweet-talked Beane into letting him use Kafka's stories to create a meta-biographical fantasy ("an extended panic attack," according to the Las Vegas Sun) about the Czech author.

Six months later, he had a finished script that was premiered by Insurgo and revived by Hackler's own Butcher Block Productions, a pan-historical staging that incorporated dance, doo-wop, Beyoncé and video projections.

"It would be overly generous," theater critic Anthony Del Valle wrote in the Las Vegas Review-Journal, to deem "Morphotic" a good play but, "you can't really appreciate the degree of skill involved in Hackler's work unless you know Kafka and can see where the legend's words end, Hackler's begin, and the twain meet."

"It wasn't too hard saying 'yes' to myself, so we took the production to Kansas City last year at the invitation of KC Fringe," Hackler says.

The Midwest revival was hailed by KCStage.com as "a heavy chunk of brain candy & solid, serious theatre" featuring writing that was "polished, studied and dense," and acting that was impressively character-rich for an abstract drama.

That triumph didn't come cheap: Hackler bankrolled the tour out of his own pocket, bolstered by an online fundraising campaign.

Over the Rainbow

The only authors in town who can be assured of seeing their work staged are Rainbow Co. Youth Theatre's artistic director, Karen McKenney, and her predecessor and muse, Brian Kral. Since 1978, Kral has seen 30 of his scripts produced by Rainbow's troupe of child and adult actors, a long-term relationship that he credits with giving him the freedom to experiment. In addition to one Kral script per season, Rainbow presents a touring musical penned by McKenney and composer J Neal.

"It's exciting for the audience to come and see something that's never been done," says McKenney. Actors and technicians, she adds, become stakeholders in the drama: "A certain pride comes from having an impact on the final imprint."

But don't count the dusty KPGA out. Griffin, who describes her aesthetic as character-driven black comedy, is incubating a play about homelessness, set in a tent city like those that have flourished in Las Vegas and Reno. Although she's shopping it around to the Black Box and Insurgo, she laughingly notes that, "the outdoor stage at the KGPA is really the perfect location for a homeless black comedy."

That's the Vegas fringe-theater scene: vagabond but upbeat.