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Broadway Play Review—“Clyde’s” by Lynn Nottage

Clyde’s
Written by Lynn Nottage
Directed by Kate Whoriskey
Performances through January 16, 2022
Hayes Theatre, 240 West 44th Street, NYC
2st.com 
 
Uzo Aduba and Ron Cephas Jones in Lynn Nottage's Clyde's
 
Lynn Nottage’s plays demonstrate not only sympathy for her characters but also an ability to write about those usually not given a stage, so to speak, to address their hopes, dreams, aspirations and grievances. Her last play, the 2017 Pulitzer Prize winner Sweat, was an unflinching look at residents of Reading, Pennsylvania, where poverty was off the charts—unsurprisingly, Nottage never patronized nor condescended to these people.
 
The same obtains in her new play, Clyde’s, as Nottage again paints complicated portraits of characters usually ignored by most of us in our everyday lives. The setting is a run-down greasy spoon again in rural Pennsylvania, where Clyde, the imposing owner who never suffers fools, hires ex-convicts to work in her kitchen to make sandwiches for her trucker clientele wanting quick, cheap, tasty food.
 
Clyde (a fierce, funny Uzo Aduba) is relentless in keeping her employees on their toes and making what her revolving door of customers wants, even if they think it’ll ruin their carefully crafted creations. There’s energetic Letitia, who has a youngster at home and an untrustworthy ex; boisterous Rafael, who’s trying to stay off drugs and who has an (mostly) unrequited crush on Letitia; the new guy with the racist face tattoos, Jason, recently out of prison; and Montrellous, the veteran the others look up to, who keeps their spirits up by describing the perfect sandwiches he would make if he could.
 
Clyde’s often moves like a superior sitcom, with fast-talking, ever-quipping diner employees (the perfectly greasy set by Takeshi Kata gets an illuminating assist from Chirstopher Akerlund’s lighting). But in this seemingly thin setup, Nottage and ace director Kate Whoriskey provide a wealth of, observation, insight and drama that’s leavened by dollops of humor. 
 
Everyone is individualized sufficiently, and the rest of the cast comes to the fore, led by Ron Cephas Jones as a marvelous Montrellous, a beguiling mixture of zen-master and elder statesman. Scarcely behind him are the robust performances by Kara Young (Letitia), Reza Salazar (Rafael) and Edmund Donovan (Jason), making Clyde’s a place—and a play—worth visiting.

December '21 Digital Week II

In-Theater/Streaming Releases of the Week 
Drive My Car 
(Janus Films)
Japanese director Ryûsuke Hamaguchi’s latest film, richly novelistic in structure and texture, follows a theater actor and director planning a new staging of Uncle Vanya while dealing with the sudden death of his wife and the unexpected closeness between him and his young female driver while he’s in Hiroshima working on the play.
 
 
It’s too bad that Hamaguchi leans so hard on Chekhov, especially at the end, because letting Vanya do the heavy lifting takes away from the film’s own insights into and pertinent observations about these damaged but not destroyed characters. The parallels to Chekhov’s melancholy masterpiece are already there without pushing so hard to underline them.
 
 
 
 
 
Citizen Ashe 
(Magnolia)
Arthur Ashe, who became the first star black tennis player after winning the inaugural U.S. Open at Forest Hills in 1968, was the complete opposite of the brash, in-your-face Muhammad Ali with a cerebral, calm temperament.
 
 
Ashe’s career on and off the court and his too-short life as an important spokesman for civil rights (he died in 1993 of AIDS, from a tainted blood transfusion) is recounted intelligently by directors Rex Miller and Sam Pollard, who also use copious vintage tennis footage, Ashe’s own interviews over the years and new commentary by his widow, Jeanne, and other sports, media and political personalities.
 
 
 
 
 
France 
(Kino Lorber)
For his latest provocation, French director Bruno Dumont pivots once again: after a couple of films about Joan of Arc as a young girl (including a musical) and two deadpan TV miniseries about aliens and unexplained killings, Dumont sets his sights on the media and celebrity in the form of a famous TV personality named (unsubtly, of course) France, who seemingly has everything—talent, popularity, beauty, a husband and son—but whose career and private life start spiraling after a minor car accident.
 
 
As France, Lea Seydoux has a radiant star presence; as France deals with adversity for the first time, Dumont smartly keeps Seydoux onscreen for pretty much all 133 minutes, helpfully obscuring some of the deficiencies in his writing and directing.  
 
 
 
 
 
Wolf 
(Focus Features)
In spite of her best efforts, writer-director Nathalie Biancheri has made an utter mess of an intriguing premise about inmates of a clinic whose emotional fragility makes them believe they are animals in human bodies.
 
 
The film bounces back and forth between stark simplicity and florid expressionism, and such jarring tonal shifts do Biancheri’s vision no favors. There are fascinating physical performances by George MacKay as the eponymous protagonist and Lily-Rose Depp who, as Wildcat, is attracted to him. But the sequences of treatment by the institution’s head (an obvious Paddy Considine) are often risible, and Biancheri’s film never rises above a nice try, despite Michal Dymek’s luminous photography.
 
 
 
 
 
Blu-ray Releases of the Week 
Malignant 
(Warner Bros)
James Wan’s latest bonkers thriller conjures the most outlandish twist to explain the murders that the heroine—a young woman who’s a surviving twin and is terrorized by her imaginary childhood friend—believes she is imagining but that are actually happening.
 
 
For all its teeth-rattling (if predictable) jump-scares, Wan has made a rather wan—sorry!—horror flick whose inexplicable and, ultimately, laughable denouement might actually be the best advertisement for giving it a go. The film looks very good in hi-def; lone extra is a making-of featurette.
 
 
 
 
 
Party Girl 
(Warner Archive)
In Nicholas Ray’s entertaining if generic gangster romance, Cyd Charisse plays a nightclub dancer (her two torrid dance scenes, the best parts of the film, were not helmed by Ray) who falls for a lawyer (Robert Taylor) trying to get away from the Chicago underworld.
 
 
The frenzied activity in clubs, saloons and private rooms is for the most part indifferently handled by Ray, leaving it up to Charisse and Taylor to make it all watchable, as their plan to escape runs into a brick wall in the form of mob boss Rico, played by Lee J. Cobb as an unhinged Al Capone-esque hood. The hi-def Technicolor transfer is a knockout.
 
 
 
 
 
CD Release of the Week 
Florence Price—Symphony No. 3 
(Naxos)
African-American composer Florence Price (1887-1953), whose music has happily been resurrected, has a trio of her most authoritative works from the Great Depression era on this recording, which maps her singular journey through Black America’s history and culture. 
 
 
Ethiopia’s Shadow in America—a world premiere recording—vividly evokes the dispiriting shackles of slavery, while The Mississippi River suite uses spirituals like “Go Down, Moses” to starkly dramatize post-Reconstruction Black migration away from the South. And her Symphony No. 3 is a truly triumphant achievement, splendidly performed by the ORF Vienna radio Symphony Orchestra conducted by John Jeter. 

Haunting & Beautiful Orchestration of the Juilliard Orchestra


At Alice Tully Hall on the evening of Monday, November 15th, I attended a rewarding concert given by the fine Juilliard Orchestra under the distinguished direction of a guest conductor, the eminent Antonio Pappano. The program opened memorably with the remarkable, rarely heard Ballade in A minor, Op.33, of the underrated 19th-century British composer—whose father was West African—Samuel-Coleridege-Taylor, which begins thrillingly before taking a more introspective—if exalted—turn followed by a highly dramatic interlude, succeeded by other compelling elaborations, and concluding on a triumphant note. 

Nicholas Swensen then took the stage as the effective solo performer in a confident account of William Walton’s exceptional Viola Concerto, a work within the mainstream of musical modernism and that bears the influence of Paul Hindemith who premiered the piece as soloist. The initialAndante comodocontained numerous beautiful passages; the ensuingVivowas brisk, often breathless, while the Allegro served as a satisfying—indeed wonderful—and at times lyrical finale. The second half of the evening was devoted to an excellent rendition of Richard Strauss’s outstanding tone-poem,Ein Heldenleben,which achieved maybe its most glorious expression in the “Des Helden Gefährtin” section and concluded marvelously.
 
At the same venue and night the following week, I saw this ensemble in another splendid event, conducted by the celebrated American composer, John Adams, which opened with a well-executed reading of Three Movements, a characteristic opus by fellow minimalist, Steve Reich. The piece is somewhat austere—eschewing the lushness of many of the compositions of the parallel figure of Philip Glass—and is consistently propulsive even in the slower second movement. Notably, Reich was able to receive the audience’s acclaim in person.
 
Even better was Bela Bartok’s famous Music for Strings, Percussion, and Celesta, which begins with an eerie Andante tranquillo that grows in power before diminishing in intensity. More dramatic was theAllegrothat followed, although its inspiration in Hungarian and other regional folk music is not obvious, while theAdagiowas also uncanny in effect, but the amazingAllegro moltofinale was most exciting of all.
 
Before the final work in the program, Adams received the Columbia University Distinguished Conducting Award. The evening concluded magnificently with a lovely realization of the fabulous First Symphony of Jean Sibelius. The opening movement was grand and stirring, its ardent Romanticism starkly contrasting with the first two works in the concert, and was succeeded by a gorgeous Andante. The Scherzo was vibrant, with a more subdued Trio section, while the extraordinary Finale (quasi una fantasia) featured some of the most haunting passages. I hope to attend more performances by these accomplished musicians in the coming year.

Broadway Play Review—“Trouble in Mind” with LaChanze

Trouble in Mind
Written by Alice Childress
Directed by Charles Randolph-Wright
Performances through January 9, 2022
American Airlines Theatre, 227 West 42nd Street, NYC
roundabouttheatre.org
 
LaChanze, Chuck Cooper and Michael Zegen in Trouble in Mind


Alice Childress’ angry theatrical satire, Trouble in Mind—just now receiving its belated Broadway debut 66 years after its off-Broadway premiere—was an immediate critical success and was supposed to transfer uptown. But producers, skittish about its pointed swipes at racial stereotyping backstage and onstage, told Childress to tamp things down. To her credit, Childress refused to make any changes to dull the play’s edge, although this meant that, despite occasional revivals—like the Negro Ensemble Company’s in 1998—her magnum opus wouldn’t see Broadway until now, 27 years after her death.
 
Childress began as an actress, but without many good, meaty roles for Black performers she started writing plays (and novels) herself, and Trouble in Mind has several such parts, especially the lead, Wiletta, who’s starring in a new play—written by a white man—about a lynch mob in North Carolina that intends to explain prejudice to its mainly white audience in a comforting way. 
 
A half-dozen actors and the director gather backstage for run-throughs of the play, trying out different scenes while discussing and arguing about how to stage situations and dialogue that, however well-meaning, doesn’t reflect the lived experiences of the Black performers (two men—a young newcomer, John, and a grizzled veteran, Sheldon—and two women—Wiletta and Millie, who’s of similar age). 
 
The white performers, young newcomer Judy and grizzled veteran Bill, and the white director, Al, are sympathetic but clumsy in their pronouncements. Things come to a head time and again, finally in Wiletta’s frustration over a scene where her character acts in a way she feels is completely foreign to her own reality as a Black American in the mid-1950s boils over and she tells Al that she cannot perform it as written.
 
Although quite schematic—humorous small talk gives way to rehearsals that keep halting over mushy liberal sentiments that the Black actors balk at and the whites gloss over—Trouble in Mind remains a potent and caustic play, with a wonderfully full-bodied character at its center: Wiletta is a wounded, vulnerable but proudly forthright woman who cannot bend her knee to supposed superiors like white actors, directors, producers and playwrights.
 
Childress smartly keeps the writer and producers offstage, instead finding the focus on the standoffs between Wiletta and Al, a well-meaning but condescending white liberal who believes he’s fighting the good fight. He is, to a point, but his white privilege enrages Wiletta even more. 
 
Director Charles Randolph-Wright smartly knits his nonet into a cohesive ensemble, never tipping Childress’ play into becoming a lopsided two-character piece. There’s a nice blend of both accomplished and new blood in the cast, from Chuck Cooper’s humorously self-effacing Sheldon and Danielle Campbell’s perky but mercurial Judy.
 
Michael Zegen perfectly plays Al, a tricky role since he must balance the condescension in his resentful silences with his bleeding artist’s heart. And Wiletta is beautifully embodied by the great LaChanze, whose gloriously glamorous turn stops short of overkill: her theatrical flourishes, whether bantering, emoting or singing—gorgeously, of course—make her the explosive beating heart of Childress’ uncomfortable but entertaining expose that’s as relevant today as when it was written.

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