Showing posts with label Jake Gyllenhaal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jake Gyllenhaal. Show all posts

Thursday, July 2, 2015

LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS: The Crowd Showers Ellen Greene with Love in Encores! Off-Center Production





The roar of the capacity crowd shook the rafters at last night’s opening performance of Little Shop of Horrors, a showcase presentation of New York City Center’s Encores! Off-Center summer program. And despite the participation of Hollywood superstar Jake Gyllenhaal and popular Saturday Night Live regular Taran Killam, the person receiving all of that love was Ellen Greene, reprising the role of the sad-eyed Audrey whom she first brought to life in the 1982 Off-Broadway production of the musical and later in the 1986 film version. 

Shouts, whistles, and sustained applause greeted Ms. Greene with every word she uttered and every note she sang.  At the end of the evening, when Mr. Gyllenhaal graciously gave her the last solo bow, she appeared to be overwhelmed by all of the attention.  Who knew that after thirty years and at a rather more mature age (you do the math), Ms. Greene — whose last Broadway appearance was in 1993 in a short-lived revival of the 1935 comedy Three Men On A Horse — had such a devoted fan base?   

If you only remember Little Shop of Horrors from the movie version of the musical, the theatrical version is smaller and its humor is darker. It is closer in spirit to the original quirky Roger Corman film from 1960 that famously featured Jack Nicholson in the supporting role of the masochistic dental patient (Bill Murray played the part in the 1986 movie).  As in the original, the musical ends in a note of triumph for Audrey II, the plant from outer space that is set on devouring all of humanity.   

The Encores! Off-Center production, directed by Dick Scanlan, does a fine job of capturing that pared-down Off-Broadway vibe, with little by way of sets and props (a pointed finger serves as a gun, for example). There are also a number of jokey remarks about the fact that this is a semi-staged reading. When Seymour, the nebbish-y shop assistant (played with self-effacing charm by Mr. Gyllenhaal) discovers the plant’s penchant for human blood, it happens when he gets a paper cut from the script that all of the cast members carry and occasionally read from. 

Musically, the score (book and lyrics by Howard Ashman and music by Alan Menckin) is fun and bouncy (the title song, in particular), with a couple of very sweet ballads (“Somewhere That’s Green” and “Suddenly, Seymour”) to round things out.  Mr. Gyllenhaal and Ms. Greene more than hold their own with their singing.  Eddie Cooper, dressed in an oversized green fake fur that makes him look like a giant Muppet on St. Patrick’s Day, handles the booming bass role of Audrey II with aplomb. The backup trio of Tracy Nicole Chapman, Marva Hicks, and Ramona Keller are first-rate, as is the on-stage band, under Chris Fenwick’s musical direction. 

The biggest surprise is how well Mr. Killam takes to the stage, playing Audrey’s sadistic dentist boyfriend and a number of other smaller roles. His television-and-movie-bred sense of comedic timing translates well here, and it would be nice to see him in additional roles on or off Broadway.

Still and all, this is Ms. Greene’s moment of glory. Long may she, and Audrey, live in our hearts!



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Tuesday, February 3, 2015

CONSTELLATIONS: World Without End




I just saw Constellations, an intellectually complicated yet emotionally…

            ZAP

I just saw Constellations, an emotionally complicated yet intellectually…

            ZAP

Someone told me about this play called Constellations

            ZAP

Constellations?  Never heard of it…

            ZAP

Whoa! I can see it will be impossible to write this review of Constellations from within the Multiverse in which it takes place.  So let us return to the more familiar Universe, the one where time flows from past to present to future, and where the paths we take lead us in one direction at a time. 

From the steady perspective of the familiar, imagine yourself living in a non drug-induced plane of existence in which everything you’ve ever done and everything you’ve never done take place simultaneously.

That is the premise of Constellations, playwright Nick Payne’s exploration of a relationship between a down-to-earth beekeeper (Jake Gyllenhaal) named Roland and an endearingly offbeat physicist (Ruth Wilson) named Marianne that unfolds within the latter’s realm of quantum mechanics and string theory. If an electron can be in multiple places at once, Mr. Payne asks, then why can’t we?

The pair meet cute at a barbecue, where the opening conversation is about the impossibility of licking the tip of one’s elbow, an act that Marianne declares holds the key to immortality. Roland, believing her to be flirting with him, tells her right off that he is with someone. 

Then … ZAP… the scene repeats.  Only this time, Roland says he’s just come out of a really serious relationship.   Then…ZAP… again… and then again... through various permutations.  In some of these, Roland is married to someone else.  In others, he is free as a bird and he and Marianne start to build a relationship.

The 70-minute play is made up of dozens of such small scenes that lurch forward and spiral back on themselves, bringing to mind something that Caryl Churchill (Traps, Cloud Nine, A Number) might have concocted, though with a lot of heart to balance out the intellect. 

Who would have thought that a play based on scientific esoterica could be so appealing? That’s thanks to the razor sharp direction of Michael Longhurst and the absolute command of the constant shifts in meaning and tone that Mr. Gyllenhaal and Ms. Wilson bring to their performances. 

As the couple’s relationship blossoms through all of the ZAPS that mark the shifts, we find ourselves growing increasingly fond of them. Think of Constellations as a physicist’s version of Jan de Hartog’s popular two-character play from 1951, The Fourposter, that spans 35 years of a marriage.   

Constellations is undoubtedly an unusual work, and it can seem gimmicky – especially since it actually is based on a gimmick. It is absolutely the quality of the staging and the performances that make it a memorable experience, performances that are so solid that any idea of “stunt casting” goes out the window.  Mr. Gyllenhaal displays a Gary Cooperish charm, and Ms. Wilson is simply irresistible as the slightly offbeat physicist.

Adding to the intriguing nature of the play is Tom Scutt’s set design. The stage appears to be filled with balloons (though they might be subatomic particles). Surprisingly, one of the more touching images is that of these falling to the ground late in the play, a disturbance is the Multiverse and in the world as we perceive it through our limited and primitive senses.

More than anything, one leaves Constellations with a sense of wonder. What if we could live simultaneously within everything we've ever done or might have done?  What if we could choose which of the infinite number of paths to follow at any given time?  
What if we could lick the tip of our elbow?   


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