Theater

Best Video Opens Up The Mic

by Karen Ponzio | Sep 15, 2017 8:10 am

It was Peter Lehndorff’s first set at Best Video’s new Second Wednesday Open Mic.

“It’s my first time here, and I live in Hamden. And it’s my first time in Hamden,” he said.

Some confusion spread out through the audience before Lehndorff reported that he was from a town called Hampden in Massachusetts. The crowd of performers and patrons responded with laughter and welcomed their new “neighbor” — one example of the congenial tone and community fostered at the beloved video store turned cultural center on Wednesday evening.

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Yale Cab Turns 50, Rolls Out New Season

by Donald Brown | Sep 14, 2017 8:22 am

Courtney Jamison Photo The 2017-18 season is the 50th for Yale Cabaret, the adventurous theater in a basement at 217 Park St. run entirely by students in the Yale School of Drama. Many great names of theater and performance have passed through as students in those 50 years, from Meryl Streep to Lupita Nyong’o, from Christopher Durang to Tarell Alvin McCraney.

And yet the Cab is not about big names. It’s about student-created projects that are not part of the curriculum. These are the shows that School of Drama students feel driven to create.

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Six Characters In Search Of A Teacher

by Donald Brown | Sep 12, 2017 1:03 pm

T. Charles Erickson Photos In Bess Wohl’s Small Mouth Sounds, six people go to a weekend-long silent spiritual retreat, looking for a chance to change. The idea is that new habits — like not speaking and learning to interact without chatter — will help them foster a different approach to their lives. Their teacher (Orville Mendoza) instructs them by voice-over; his first speech states the rules that will govern the exercise. One participant, Alicia (Brenna Palughi), arrives late and misses out on the instructions. Another, Ned (Ben Beckley), wants desperately to ask for a writing utensil but doesn’t dare.

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Long Wharf Hears The “Sounds” Of Silence

by Brian Slattery | Aug 23, 2017 11:48 am

Ben Arons Photography Ned, a 39-year-old man who works for a nonprofit, has suffered a series of calamities, from prolonged hospitalization to marital infidelity to rampant alcoholism, and has joined a weekend-long, mostly silent spiritual retreat in the hope that it will help him put himself back together. He’s sitting in a session with a match in his hand.

“The teacher starts to play the recorder,” playwright Bess Wohl writes. “Ned has no idea what he’s supposed to do. He’s slightly worried that he’s supposed to set himself on fire. He half raises his hand, wanting to ask another question. The music stops.”

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Elm Shakespare Seeks To End Feuds

by Brian Slattery | Aug 17, 2017 12:19 pm | Comments (1)

Mike Franzmann Photos On Tuesday afternoon last week, a funeral was taking place in Edgerton Park.

It was for Juliet (Courtney Jamison), who was a part of the procession until she lay down on a bed prepared for her. As musicians played in the background, Juliet’s mother Lady Capulet (Samantha Dena Smith) covered her in a white sheet, then joined the tableau of grief-stricken characters onstage. Director Raphael Massie surveyed the proceedings with approval, making only minor adjustments.

“Sam,” Massie said, “can you have a moment after you put the sheet on her? Something with your daughter.”

They ran the scene again, and this time, Smith knelt down and placed a small kiss on Juliet’s shrouded head. It worked. It made Lady Capulet more human, not simply a noblewoman in a Shakespeare play, but a mother grieving for her child.

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All Aboard The “Dream Train”

by Lucy Gellman | Jul 21, 2017 7:42 am

Lucy Gellman Scene: The city and the forest, once a single village, have been divided by a railroad that cuts through the land.

Scene: The two halves are now two municipalities. No trade flows between them. Families, then friends, lose touch. The city moves to protect itself with high walls.

Scene: All the trees are dying, one by one. The walls have severed their roots.

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Drag Queens Rake In Dough For A Cause

by Lucy Gellman | Jul 17, 2017 8:02 am | Comments (2)

Lucy Gellman Photo Climbing the 168 York Street stage, Kiki Lucia pulled at a noose hanging low around her neck, looking out at the audience with long-lashed, saucer-sized doe eyes. She jerked backward.  The noose loosened, and she broke free.

I’m aliiiiiiiiiivvvveeee, Sia belted from the second-floor balcony.

Kiki Lucia ripped open her blouse, exposing a heaving chest and two bright, sweat-slicked nipples, along with a message written in black: Trans rights now.

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Carnivores Ponder Life’s Meaning

by Lucy Gellman | Jun 16, 2017 7:33 am

Lucy Gellman Photo What are a shark’s most existential questions, and how can a particularly emotional lion help answer them?

In what universe can a quarter-dissolved marshmallow and a tutu-boasting hippo become problem-solving buddies and crusaders for environmental justice?

If a gummy bear and lamp-bound genie meet on a tropical island, will either of them get their wishes?

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“Black Girl” Kicks Up Dust, Memories — And Questions

by Brian Slattery | Jun 16, 2017 7:32 am

Christopher Duggan Photo Black Girl: Linguistic Play — running for one more night at the University Theater on York Street as part of the International Festival of Arts and Ideas — began Thursday with the bass, just Robin Bramlett and her instrument, laying down big notes. Pianist Scott Patterson joined her, laying down sweeping cascades of melody.

A lone dancer appeared on stage, exuding childhood, the sense of freedom, of not being sure what to do with her limbs and not caring. She tapped in her sneakers. She did the running man. And at last, she began kicking up chalk dust. It rose around her, still dust, but in the light, it looked a little like steam, too, or like smoke.

For just a minute, it seemed as though the dancer was tapping across the surface of a hot skillet. Like if she stopped moving, she’d be cooked. So the dancer’s exuberance had danger in it. Her joy was an end in itself. But maybe it was necessary for her survival, too.

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