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Shakespeare in the Park Review—“Coriolanus” in Central Park

Coriolanus

Written by William Shakespeare; directed by Daniel Sullivan

Performances through August 11, 2019

 

Jonathan Cake in Coriolanus (photo: Joan Marcus)

 

I had hopes for Daniel Sullivan’s Central Park production of Coriolanus, one of Shakespeare’s most explicitly political plays, whose eponymous protagonist is a military man through and through, a Roman general with little thought—and even less use—for ordinary citizens. 

 

But Sullivan succumbs to an apparent desire to smooth out the edges of this difficult, troubling drama, flattening a richly complex psychological portrait of a fatally prideful man into a dimestore Freudian melodrama about a mama’s boy, which is not what Shakespeare intended.

 

From his first appearance, Gaius Martius displays his naked contempt for those who aren’t his comrades in arms. When he returns to Rome a hero after halting the advance of the hated Volscian army, he is talked into running for the office of consul by his controlling mother, Volumnia, and the friendly senator Menenius, who bestows on him the honored title of “Coriolanus.”  

 

But Coriolanus isn’t a politician: he can’t fake having compassion for the plebians, and when confronted by who he thinks are insolent rabble-rousers in the public and senate, he loses his temper and insults them, bemoaning how it’s fine for “crows to peck the eagles.” Unsurprisingly, popular opinion turns against him and he is banished. Angrily offering himself to Aufidius, the leader of the Volscian enemy, he joins with him to attack Rome and gain some revenge.

 

There are plentiful layers of conflict that Shakespeare lays out, but Sullivan is content to show everything in superficial black and white, as it were, instead of subtler shades of grey. So Coriolanus cowers when his mother Volumnia speaks, making their relationship more one-sided (and laugh-getting from an audience accustomed to being spoonfed) than it should be. That Kate Burton gives one of her most trenchant performances as Volumnia and Jonathan Cake is a curiously one-dimensional Coriolanus with a weirdly droning Rambo-like voice further makes the mother-son bond implausible.

 

Beowulf Boritt’s post-apocalyptic set of relentless monochromatic dullness comprises trash cans, a burnt-out car and sheets of corrugated metal, while Kaye Voyce has designed costumes of unremitting ugliness, with no differentiation between Romans and Volscians, leaders and ordinary people. Aside from Burton, only Teagle F. Bougere’s Menenius has a firm grasp of Shakespeare’s potent language. As Coriolanus’ wife, Virgilia, Nneka Okafor makes no impression; although her part is small, it’s crucial to establishing the couple’s conjugal respect. Without it, everything that comes after remains unaffecting and remote. Even Ralph Fiennes’ 2011 film, flawed in many ways, captured that crucial notion conspicuously missing from Sullivan’s impassive production.

 

Coriolanus

Delacorte Theater, Central Park, New York, NY

shakespeareinthepark.org

Off-Broadway Musical Review—“Broadway Bounty Hunter”

Broadway Bounty Hunter

Music & lyrics by Joe Iconis; book by Iconis, Lance Rubin & Jason Sweettooth Williams

Directed & choreographed by Jennifer Werner

Performances through August 18, 2019

 

 

Alan H. Green, Brad Oscar and Annie Golden in Broadway Bounty Hunter (photo: Matthew Murphy)

 

Unashamedly and gleefully goofy, Broadway Bounty Hunter is a deeply dopey parody of ‘70s B movies and exploitation/blaxploitation/martial-arts flicks that stars Annie Golden as “herself,” an actress of a certain age who finds it difficult to get parts now that her days of starring on Broadway in The Full Monty or onscreen in Hair, or singing on records and in clubs with the Shirts are over. 

 

Frustrated with casting directors turning her down, she’s visited by Shiro Jin and her minions, who recruit and train her to become a bounty hunter (because, why not?). After Annie is paired with Lazarus, the team’s Shaft-like head hunter, she’s sent with him to the jungles of South America to capture and bring back Mac Roundtree, a renegade Broadway producer turned brothel operator who created a drug letting performers have enough energy to perform far more than eight shows a week, maximizing profits. Then the widowed Annie—who’s been grieving for her supposedly drowned husband for a decade—discovers Mac’s real identity, and the shit really hits the fan. 

 

Broadway Bounty Hunter is completely ridiculous—and knows it. Joe Iconis, Lance Rubin and Jason Sweettooth Williams’ book has its share of groaners but there are amusing inside jokes for the many theater geeks in the audience (like a reference to Alexander technique). Iconis’ songs snarkily send up the genres the show is aping, while also being decent schlock-rock tunes, more memorable—because less cloying and obnoxious—than the ones he penned for Be More Chill

 

Jennifer Werner directs and choreographs with a flair for merciless but loving lampooning, and the energetic and versatile backup ensemble is led by Emily Borromeo as Shiro Jin. The lead roles are well-taken by the great Brad Oscar as Mac (too bad he isn’t given even more to do); the hilariously deadpan Alan H. Green as Lazarus; and Annie Golden herself, who gamely keeps up with the others despite being “a certain age” and, when she needs to, lets go with rip-roaring, full-throated vocals.

 

The main problem with the show is overlength: at two-plus hours, things get repetitive and pall long before the sixth or seventh ending (those B movies knew enough to wrap up after 90 or fewer minutes). But Broadway Bounty Hunter is still mindless fun.

 

Broadway Bounty Hunter

Greenwich House Theater, 27 Barrow Street, New York, NY

broadwaybountyhunter.com

August '19 Digital Week I

Blu-rays of the Week 

Ash Is Purest White 

(Cohen Media)

In Jia Zhangke’s latest saga about contemporary China, Qiao—devoted companion of crime boss Bin—goes to jail for five years after taking the rap for Bin’s unlicensed gun but finds he’s moved on when she is released.

 

 

 

As always, there are many absorbing moments in this cutting critique of modern Chinese society, but Jia’s muse/wife, actress Zhao Tao, isn’t a strong enough performer to carry the weight of this complicated woman’s story. There’s a first-rate hi-def transfer; lone extra is a Jia interview from last year’s New York Film Festival. 

 

The Command 

(Lionsgate)

Dramatizing the tragic 2000 accident aboard Russian nuclear submarine Kursk, Thomas Vinterberg’s nail-biting thriller is at times too clever for its own good—its changing aspect ratios are nice but irrelevant—but it’s still a chilling examination of how corrupt bureaucracy, ineptitude and cavalier playing with human lives denies the doomed men’s families any comfort. (A title card states that 71 children were left fatherless by the accident and cover-up.)

 

 

 

A first-rate international cast is led by Matthias Schoenaerts, Lea Seydoux, Colin Firth, Pernilla August and Max von Sydow. The hi-def transfer is excellent; lone extra is a making-of featurette with interviews.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Curse of La Llorona 

(Warner Bros)

In this routine haunted-house entry, an ancient curse is visited on a single mother and her children, and the only way they can exorcise the demon is by enlisting the services of a former priest who is familiar with it.

 

 

 

Allusions to Poltergeist, Close Encounters and, of course, The Exorcist (among others) abound, but director Michael Chaves’ horror programmer skips along at a brisk 93 minutes without defining its characters or their motivations, making the monster—whose makeup design is terrific—the default focus. There’s a fine hi-def transfer; extras are featurettes and deleted scenes.

 

The Fate of Lee Khan 

(Film Movement Classics)

In King Hu’s 1973 classic martial-arts adventure set near the end of the Yuan dynasty in the 14th century, after a general and his sister visit an inn in a remote area to get their hands on a map that provides the rebels’ plans, the innkeeper helps a band of resistance fighters get it back so the rebellion isn’t crushed.

 

 

 

There’s a sense of humor as well as a precision to the framing and movement in the many balletic fighting sequences in this sequel to Hu’s own masterly epic from two years previously, A Touch of Zen. The film looks tremendous on Blu; lone extra is an appreciation of King Hu. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Girls of the Sun 

(Cohen Media)

In Eva Husson’s tough, heartbreaking war drama, a female unit fighting ISIS in Iraqi Kurdistan—as hardened and courageous as their male counterparts, if not more so—are treated with disdain due to their gender, putting them in even more mortal danger.

 

 

 

Shot and acted with the utmost authenticity, this searing feature could only have been made by a woman (and it is worlds away from Husson’s intriguing debut Bang Gang). The performances of Husson’s cast, led by the extraordinary Golshifteh Farahani as the squad leader, are nothing short of miraculous. There’s a superlative hi-def transfer; lone extra is a Husson post-screening Q&A.

 

Patrick Melrose 

(Acorn)

Benedict Cumberbatch’s passionate, vitriolic and drily sarcastic performance as a middle-aged man whose life of privilege masks the insecurity he feels as part of a dysfunctional family with little moral compass is the centerpiece of this five-part mini-series based on Edward St Aubyn’s novels.

 

 

 

In addition, there’s a formidable cast (Holliday Grainger, Hugo Weaving and Blythe Danner are particular standouts) and a unique look to each of its five parts, but the blackly comic cynicism is laid on with a trowel, so bingeing might be too exhausting. The hi-def transfer is perfect; lone extra is a short on-set featurette.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pokémon Detective Pikachu 

(Warner Bros)

Despite the overuse of CGI, the effects in Rob Letterman’s goofy but enjoyable Pokémon movie are eye-popping, including the cute little Pokémon who teams up with our teenage hero to stop a madman (the paycheck-cashing Bill Nighy) from melding Pokémons with humans.

 

 

 

Ryan Reynolds voices the furry yellow critter with the same snark he uses in Deadpool, except that the innuendos and cursing are toned down a bit. The hi-def transfer is transfixing; extras include an alternate opening, several making-of featurettes, Mr. Mime's audio commentary and a music video.

 

DVDs of the Week

American Beach House

Bikini Model Academy 

(Monarch)

Straw Weisman’s disposably passable time-wasters hark back to the staple of late-night pay-cable networks, flicks with jiggly T&A galore: the titles explain everything, meaning not much goes on in these indifferently-acted beach-and-poolside horny male fantasies.

 

 

 

Of note for golf fans is that Jena Sims—who traipses around in the altogether in Beach House—is champ Brooks Koepka’s girlfriend. Gary Busey and Morgan Fairchild lend their good-natured selves to Academy, while Beach House enlists Mischa Barton and Lorenzo Lamas as top-liners.

 

CD of the Week 

Wynton Marsalis—Works for Violin

(Decca)

Jazz great Wynton Marsalis composed his violin concerto for the electrifying Scottish violinist Nicola Benedetti: its four movements revel in Benedetti’s explosive displays of virtuosity and her innate musicality through its four musically diverse movements—as their names, Rhapsody, Rondo Burlesque, Blues, and Hootenanny, show.

 

 

 

Benedetti might even be more impressive playing Marsalis’ Fiddle Dance Suite for solo violin, which she dispatches with gentle power and mighty finesse.

National Youth Orchestra Perform Classics of Opera at Carnegie Hall

Isabel Leonard (L) and Conductor Sir Antonio Pappano (R), photo ©2019 Chris Lee

A fabulous footnote to a superb season at Carnegie Hall was the appearance—on the evening of Saturday, August 3rd—of the amazing musicians of the National Youth Orchestra under the distinguished direction of Sir Antonio Pappano.
 
The program began magnificently with an enthralling performance of Hector Berlioz’s astonishing song-cycle, Les nuits d’été —set to beautiful poems by Théophile Gautier—luminously sung by the stellar mezzo-soprano, Isabel Leonard, who looked characteristically gorgeous in a black-and-white gown with a grey and silver shawl. She began enchantingly with the sprightly “Villanelle,” which memorably contrasted with the more melancholy if tender and exalting, “La spectre de la rose.” More somber was “Sur les lagunes,” followed by the plaintive “Absence” and the more dramatic “Au cimitière (Claire de lune),” concluding joyously with “L’île inconnue.”
 
The second half of the concert was devoted to a thrilling account of Richard Strauss’s dazzling tone-poem, An Alpine Symphony, which mesmerized from the hushed opening section, “Nacht” and the exhilarating “Sunrise” through to the mysterious close. Wondrous too was a transporting encore: Edward Elgar’s unearthly ninth of the Enigma Variations,“Nimrod,” a stunning finish to a glorious evening.

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