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Dollhouse










a kate west reflection


Oh Joss, I've been waiting for months (years!) for you to return to us, bringing more sci-fi witticisms and action-packed supernatural romance with interesting and steady character development. I think I classify as a fanatic as I've been forced to follow "Angel" and "Buffy" adventures in comic book form, something relatively new to me. But thank you. I re-watch my DVDS and then pull out "Firefly" and "Serenity" in between vampire stores. I even followed "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog" online. I qualify.

So of course I was beside myself with joy to see that good old Vampire Slayer Faith (Eliza Dushku) was returning to your story lines in a brand new Joss Whedon creation, "Dollhouse" as Echo (cool name!) In an "Alias" inspired scenario, young people are unwittingly recruited by a mysterious organization as spies for various nefarious purposes (changes every week). The catch is that each recruit has his or her memory wiped clean between jobs and then sent out anew on the next mission. Will Echo figure this out somehow?

Uh, I don't care.

The show doesn't grab me. The characters don't inspire followers and no one is sympathetic. Not only has the whole sleeper soldier thing has been done before, but without your normally rich contemporary dialogue, I'm not interested in seeing how it develops. Or doesn't. It breaks my heart, but your new series doesn't work and after struggling through two painful episodes, I can't bring myself to tune in again. It lacks that heart, the key to relating to your protagonist - I can't indentify with this blank slate of a woman. Maybe you were overly ambitious or got some bad advice? Whatever it is, I wish you luck with the show and hope it gets better, but I probably won't be watching.

In short: meh!

Previous review here:
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Tin Man

Tin Man
a Sci-fi Channel Mini Series
a kate west review





The Sci-fi Channel "Tin Man" six hour mini series is an odd and very loose adaptation of L. Frank Baum's "Wizard of Oz" stories. An unfortunate cross between "Mad Max" and "Battlestar Galactica", it fails as both a uniquely interesting adaptation and as an original piece.

The movie concerns a girl named D.G. (named after ancestor Dorothy Gale) who accidentally discovers she is heir to a throne in the alternate dimension, the Outer Zone, or the O.Z. (yes, like the trendy O.C.). Zooey Deschanel plays the waitress-turned-princess alternating between stoicism and wide-eyed surprise, her two main looks apparently. Her childhood dreams of magic turn out to be real memories and her parents turn out to be robots placed by her real mother in order to take care of her and to shield her from her evil older sister, Azkadellia (Kathleen Robertson), whose body is taken over by a witch (Karin Konoval). She's got to get to Central City to find the Mystic Man (Richard Dreyfus). Along the way she meets up with Glitch (Alan Cumming), a former royal aide whose brain has been viciously removed. They in turn rescue a man in an iron prison suit named Cain (Neal McDonough) or the Tin Man, since he used to be an officer of the law. Last but not least, is the fluffy and timid creature named Raw (Raoul Trujillo).

Many adventures ensue, while Azkadellia's Gestapo-like Longcoats pursue the gang relentlessly, especially Zero (Callum Keith Rennie), the main person responsible for torturing the Tin Man's family and forcing him to watch from behind his metal hell. They even run into a shape shifter from DG's past who turns into a dog. She used to call him Toto, when she couldn't say Tutor (Blu Mankuma). The filmmakers make some bizarre choices, including having Azkadelia's flying monkeys literally spring from her tattooed chest. The Mystic Man proves to be a disappointment, as he is addicted to the vapors and a help to no one. The gang ultimately save their universe from destruction and the original royal family is restored. But it simply isn't an engaging enough interpretation and the look itself is drab and apocalyptic depressing.

The problem with the movie is not that it detracts from the Judy Garland film, as that in itself was an adaptation, but that it adds nothing to the original Oz books. There is no real new dimension or illumination and while there is nothing inherently wrong with making alternate endings or variations of beloved characters (Shakespeare did it, after all), this doesn't quite cut it. And it can be done quite well, as demonstrated in both the hit novel and musical "Wicked". But in this case, "Tin Man" makes little impression on the Oz universe. So you can save the room on your TIVO.

Created by
Craig Van Sickle
Steven Long Mitchell
Directed by
Nick Willing

Starring
Zooey Deschanel
Neal McDonough
Alan Cumming
Raoul Trujillo
Kathleen Robertson
Richard Dreyfuss
Blu Mankuma
Callum Keith Rennie

Composer
Simon Boswell

Alternatives:
The Annotated Wizard of Oz (Centennial Edition)

The Wizard of Oz (Three-Disc Collector's Edition)
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1408

1408 by Stephen King
a kate west review






The short story "1408" by Stephen King (in his collection "Everything's Eventual") is possibly one of the scariest stories ever written. The recent movie with John Cusack is not at all the scariest horror film. Or even close.

The only similarities are that Mike Enslin (John Cusack), a writer specializing in the supernatural, insists on staying in Room 1408 at the Dolphin Hotel, a notorious haunted room. And that he thinks he's seen it all, and has the jaded cynicism of a once-profound writer to prove it, one who's now reduced to base sensationalism. The hotel manager (Samuel Jackson) tires vainly to dissuade him. The movie then deviates into a self-indulgent personal tragic loss for the main character and much of what happens in Room 1408 really does appear to be in his head. And it's not very interesting. So enough about the movie.

The original story on the other hand, is a creepy, bone-chilling account of a truly evil room. It's not haunted, it's evil, and whoever stays there, or even cleans there, is always in danger of going mad. The cleaning women get headaches, the past tenants commit suicide and God knows what else happens behind that sinister door. Do adding up the numbers spell thirteen? You bet they do. The written imagery is startlingly descriptive and eerie and you want to scream for Mike to get the hell out of there before his mind goes, which starts to happen surprisingly fast. Strangely foreign guttural tones over the telephone, slimy bed covers, moving walls and bad people in paintings flow together in a confused jumble, adding to the discordance. It really is a hell of a room.

Stephen King is truly a master storyteller, prolific in the deepest sense of the horror genre. No one else can be as accessible as he can, while at the same time going to a complete grotesque extreme. And he creates clearly relatable characters, a refined technique over several decades. This is one of his finest, close to "The Mist" or even some of his longer novels. So if you haven't given him a try, and enjoy a good read, get started now. But leave on the lights.

Directed by Mikael Håfström
Produced by Lorenzo di Bonaventura

Written by Scott Alexander
(writer)
Matt Greenberg
(writer)
Larry Karaszewski (writer)
Stephen King (short story)

Starring

John Cusack
(Mike Enslin)
Samuel L. Jackson
Mary McCormack
Jasmine Jessica Anthony
Tony Shalhoub

Music by Gabriel Yared
Cinematography Benoît Delhomme


The Short Story Collection:
Everything's Eventual : 14 Dark Tales

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Heroes







Heroes

a kate west reflection

I don't really like this show. I tried. I don't usually buy into hyped up shows but I love science-fiction so I thought I'd give it a shot.

First of all, I hate that there are no satisfying explanations for these random super powers. And as the series progressed, I hated all the allegiance switching and power stealing. If everyone ends up with everyone else's power, what is the point anymore? And finally, I just don't care enough about the characters so therefore cannot care who dies, who is undead, or care enough to keep track of future and past whos.

The longer the show runs, the more complicated the creators try to make the plot and the less interesting it is to follow. I like some of the actors (who doesn't enjoy Masi Oka's Hiro?), but Ali Larter's lame duo-identity crisis is irritating, for instance, and if I hear someone say, "save the cheerleader, save the world" one more time I will have to use my killer stare (my personal super power) to devastate the offender. What an incredibly transparent executive marketing line anyway - who falls for that? We were told this was a hit show before it actually became a hit show, so it rings false with me. I hate being force fed artificial hipness this way.

The show "4400" on the other hand, had the perfect explanation from the very first episode. 4400 people were abducted by extraterrestrials and eventually brought back to earth, with brand new special powers. The American government naturally created a special security department to deal with the brand new immigration problem. The political intricacies in this show make much more sense than in "Heroes". Sure it has its slower moments, but overall, its a coherent show. So I'd rather tune in to the more original show. But that's just me.

My pop culture two cents.

Previous review here:
http://www.katewestreviews.com/2007/01/4400.html


Created by
Tim Kring

Starring

David Anders
Kristen Bell
Santiago Cabrera
Jack Coleman
Tawny Cypress
Dana Davis
Noah Gray-Cabey
Greg Grunberg
Ali Larter
James Kyson Lee
Masi Oka
Hayden Panettiere
Adrian Pasdar
Zachary Quinto
Sendhil Ramamurthy
Dania Ramirez
Leonard Roberts
Cristine Rose
Milo Ventimiglia
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Pysch

Psych - USA Network 









2020-21 Update: Well it looks like I might have to walk back some of what I said. Maybe even most of it. The pandemic and shelter-in-place changed all of our perspectives and our tastes. And this show seemed to fulfill a need for some mindless lightheartedness. But even that wouldn't have been enough without the delightful chemistry between the two leads. That friendship makes the show and helped me stay positive. So I binged. Go figure! #SorryNotSorry OK fine, I completely apologize. This was the exactly what I needed. Who knew? (Also now I'm in love with Timothy Omundson).

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I hate this show. Shawn Spencer (James Roday, pictured middle above), the pretend psychic, is obnoxiously cocky and every episode is the same exact scenario but with a different crime setting, kind of like a recurring Saturday Night Live character who does the same shtick but against different backgrounds. I just can't believe the other characters buy his act and I can't believe the viewers don't get tired of it. But then again, I detest arrogant smart-aleck men. Spencer was trained as an expert observer by his cop father, Henry Spencer (Corbin Bernsen, pictured above left). The oh-so-sly "wax-on-wax-off" wisdom passed down from father to son show up in flashbacks such as little Shawn wanting the toy prize in a box of cereal, but sadly resigning himself to eat the whole darn box. Lo and behold, the father flips the box upside down and now the prize is on top. That makes him smarter than the poor real-life cops Spencer tortures? Apparently it qualifies him to pretend to be a psychic private investigator, but he really just pays attention to obvious clues, like unbuttoned shirts or what have you, that anyone with two eyes can plainly see. Except for the bumbling police, that is. Tedious. Dulé Hill (pictured above right) plays Spencer's weary, stereotypically comic-relief partner Gus, who keeps saying this is the last time he'll put up with their extreme antics, but you know it's not true. They've got a show to sell. Just not to me. Great shows get axed ("Arrested Development"), but this one gets to stay. I even strongly prefer the universally panned "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip", also nixed. Boo. Actors: James Roday - Shawn Spencer (21 episodes, 2006-2007) Dulé Hill ... Burton 'Gus' Guster Timothy Omundson ... Carlton Lassiter Corbin Bernsen ... Henry Spencer Maggie Lawson ... Juliet O'Hara Kirsten Nelson ... Karen Vick Liam James ... Young Shawn Sage Brocklebank ... Buzz McNab Directors: Mel Damski (3 episodes, 2006-2007) Michael Zinberg (3 episodes, 2006-2007) John Landis (2 episodes, 2007) Tim Matheson (2 episodes, 2007) Writers: Steve Franks (21 episodes, 2006-2007) Andy Berman (5 episodes, 2006-2007) Kerry Lenhart (2 episodes, 2006-2007) Anupam Nigam (2 episodes, 2006-2007) John J. Sakmar (2 episodes, 2006-2007) Douglas Steinberg (2 episodes, 2006-2007) James Roday (2 episodes, 2007) Classic SNL: Saturday Night Live - The Complete First Season
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Hamlet - an unofficial review

Hamlet by William Shakespeare
a kate west review
directed by Brianna Lee Johnson
a Tall Blonde Productions and Hollywood Forever Production
at Hollywood Forever Cemetery, 6000 Santa Monica Blvd., Hollywood, CA 90038
running June 22 - July 29, 2007, most Fridays and Saturdays
contact http://shakespeareinthecemetery.com/; tix $20; free parking

Primarily the resting place of a host of late celebrities, the Hollywood Forever Cemetery also houses an outdoor summer film hot spot (http://www.cinespia.org). And now apparently it also offers up Shakespeare in the Park, or rather, in the Cemetery, the latest production being "Hamlet". "Hamlet", of course, is the famous Shakespearean play in which the late Danish King's son Hamlet spends five acts agonizing over how to avenge his father's death and rescue his mother from the clutches of her new husband, Hamlet's uncle, the cowardly villain responsible for murdering his father. For the two people who haven't seen or read about it, everyone ends up dead in the end and then the new order takes over and cleans up the town. And there are a lot of fun duels, scorned love and family angst in between.

In this production, Director Brianna Lee Johnson sets up the outdoor scene with some pre-show vignettes of Danish life in 1300 A.D. Various actors weave in and around the set, (complete with a stone pond), and although slightly annoying in its seeming aimlessness, it fits in more or less with the park atmosphere. The play finally opens (late) with the royal guards (Stephen Steelman, John Pick, etc.) establishing that the late King's ghost has been appearing mysteriously about Elsinore. After the play's initial build up, the subsequent appearance of the Ghost (Derek Long) is slightly disappointing, as the actor is a bit stiff, so to speak. In fact, the majority of the actors rush their lines, paying little heed to the subtle nuances of the Bard's poetic language.

A blond and earnest Dean Chekvala plays Hamlet, heir to the Denmark throne. He's not terrible, but suffers from the same superficiality as the rest of the cast, giving equal measure to each line and not delving into context. Also, it is often difficult to hear him, due to his tendency to rush. The plot unfolds fairly quickly; Hamlet swears vengeance on his uncle and tortures his long-suffering love, Ophelia (Sarah Utterback, of television's "Grey's Anatomy"). She also merely skims the surface of the role, indicating rather than portraying genuine emotion, especially in the "Get thee to a Nunnery" scene where Hamlet cruelly spurns her. Granted, that particular night, three raccoons came out of hiding and played in the pond, right in the front of the action, so the audience was distracted. Without animals, however, the actors still don't fully hold our attention.

Hamlet decides to begin acting mad, in order to confuse his family, begging the age old question of whether or not he's faking or actually becomes mad. The famous "To Be or Not To Be" speech supposedly conveys his unwillingness to take action and his frank reflections of death, but again, Chekvala rushes it, so it is virtually missed. The evil uncle, Claudius (York Griffith, also stiff), conspires with his new wife Gertrude (played with uninspiring shallowness by Katherine Brandt, also co-producer) to discover Hamlet's true character motivations. Things escalate until Hamlet is finally spurned to action, but kills the wrong man, murdering Polonious, his sweetheart's bumbling innocent old father.

To sum up briefly, Laertes (Zach Alden) returns from school abroad to avenge his sister's suicide and father's murder, Gertrude repents her hasty marriage much too late, Claudius is finally murdered, Gertrude poisoned and Laertes stabbed, after confessing the poison conspiracy to Hamlet, who naturally dies soon after.

Apparently her first foray into Bardland, the director really needed to push her actors more, especially since they expend so much energy projecting outdoors that all subtlety is lost. The sole actor who understands Shakespearean language at all is Sean Sellars, who plays Polonius, father to Ophelia and Laertes. His is a multi-dimensional, researched character, which provided much-needed, although brief comic relief. It is puzzling as to why Johnson cast a younger actor made up to look older, rather than just an older actor, however Sellars makes the part his own, and is a definite audience pleaser.

This must remain an unofficial review, however, since this reviewer did not stay past intermission. It may have very well turned into brilliance in the end, but it is highly doubtful. Although, there was a real pond for Ophelia to drown in and a real crypt for the actors to be backlit against. The actors did have a nice procession to it in the beginning. They had already demonstrated focusing action off to the side wall and elsewhere on the lawn. The Players who come in to act out Hamlet's pre-planned accusations, for instance, played against that wall, but then it was a bit difficult to look behind you and then back to the front of the stage. Everything seemed too far apart for comfort. But that was the least of the production's problems.



Hamlet (Folger Shakespeare Library)

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Friendly Skies?

a kate west reflection





I'm sure everyone else agrees and that this issue has been talked about to death, but can I just say again that flying really sucks? Less and less leg room, more and more delays, longer and longer security lines and rude and harried staff. Talk about lousy customer service. They overbook to make money and then they lose your luggage? Is anyone old enough to remember when flying was a grand experience and people dressed up to make the journey, just like on a long ocean voyage? Those days are gone and no romantic travel is left, except maybe railway and that's just another commuter line. How did we let this happen? No business regulation? Airlines know we have to fly so they can pretty much treat us any way they want. Seems like we're pretty much trapped.







Although Virgin Atlantic now offers more space, plus a way to IM the cute guy in Row D. At least that way, you're distracted from everything else that's such a pain. Seems the coolest way to go. If you have to go at all, I suppose.

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Pilgrim

Pilgrim
a kate west review
book, music & lyrics by John Stothers; directed by Nick DeGruccio
at the Ricardo Montalbán Theatre, 1615 Vine Street, Hollywood 90028
contact (800)595-4849 or www.whatispilgrim.com; runs March-April 2006

Combine the retro-apocalyptic look of the films "Mad Max" and "Waterworld" with a modern rock musical and you get "Pilgrim", currently debuting as a world premiere at the Ricardo Montalbán Theatre in Hollywood. The main emphasis is in spectacle with an enormous revolving platform set, a full orchestra and chorus of singers and the odd and end acrobat. Less clear is the actual story line.

Tinker (Tom Korbee) and Anna (Jessica Rush) are the two young romantic leads who find each other in a dark world of oppression. Their world is hidden behind a great wall and run by the evil leather-clad Metsys (Jeffrey Stackhouse). The upper class Anna forces the lower class Tinker to marry her in order to escape her father Verhulst (Jim Blanchette) and Metsys. They hate each other at first sight, which of course means they later fall in love. Ten Bosch (Eric Anderson) is the sidekick who initially helps them but later betrays everyone. Hieronymus (Robert Patteri) is the mysterious narrator that Tinker encounters in prison, who leads him through a dream world and ultimately to freedom, where the Tinker becomes the Pilgrim and sheltered Anna becomes a heroine.

The characters exist in an unnamed place and time amidst a chorus of medieval-looking peasants hawking candles, ale and other wares. The dream sequences consist of billowing fog, choreographed sword fights (dangerously close to the front row) and amazing acrobats who leap and twist and even walk on stilts. Costume Designer Sharell Martin creates wonderfully creative period pieces for the townspeople, while the oppressors wear leather and feathers, creating a futuristic dark look. Set Designer Tom Buderwitz provides an amazing set, with high platforms and a revolving base. Lighting Designer Steven Young and Sound Designer Drew Dalzell create fantastic special effects, adding to the general wonderment. Musical Director Jason Nyberg and Choreographer Jose Walsh work together well in combination with Director Nick Degruccio to create a truly full-blown show of sensation and spectacle.

Unfortunately, John Stothers storyline leaves much to be desired.
Tinker/Pilgrim sends out his dreams to the townspeople via Ten Bosch (also the Printer) while incarcerated, hoping to inspire them to revolt and leave their confining world. He then escapes and in a climatic semi-tragic end, leads his people to the Promised Land, whatever that may look like. The problem is that the universality of such a timeless/nameless place leaves the audience a bit remote. The two leads, Tom Korbee and Jessica Rush, are fine, but rather vanilla, in contrast to the rest of the rugged cast. Also, some characters seem entirely unnecessary such as Verhulst (Jim Blanchette). Robert Patteri as Hieronymus and Eric Anderson as Ten Bosch are both fantastic and mesmerizing and the ensemble as a whole is quite good.

The musical numbers are a little long though, as is the whole show. In the end, however, the confusion and tediousness of the story and music are saved by the magnificent production values. Sounds like your typical Hollywood blockbuster. Read more!

Jesus' Kid Brother

Jesus' Kid Brother
a kate west review
Music, lyrics & book by Brian & Mark Karmelich
Directed by Jules Aaron
Hudson Theatre, 6539 Santa Monica Blvd
Hollywood, CA (323) 856-4200
EXTENDED October 3 now through December -

Although critically touted as a Los Angeles hit sensation, the new musical "Jesus' Kid Brother" leaves much to be desired. From the excruciatingly simple lyrical score (think along the lines of "Jesus in school. He is so cool") to the wildly inappropriate final dance number, this production fails to hit an intelligent satirical mark. It is certainly no "Jesus Christ Superstar."

Director Jules Aaron does a solid job of blocking the piece, while the real stage dynamics are credited to Choreographer Brian Paul Mendoza. Yet however much the actors work at it, they cannot overcome the poor material.

The story revolves around Larry Christ (the name is already a hoot!), Jesus' kid brother, admirably portrayed by John Altieri (on alternate nights) who pours his heart into an uninspiring role.

Other standouts include Jeffrey Landman as an earnest Joseph and Amir Talai as a proud, tongue-in-cheek Pontius Pilate. Larry is feeling down being under the shadow of the Messiah, while his family and friends offer comfort. Joseph explains that family is all-important and that he needs to find his own way. Larry takes this advice to heart and sets out to find someone to share his life with. He runs into Mary (vocally way-too-uber-strong Katherine Von Till), daughter of mortal enemy Pontius Pilate.

They fall in love but naturally Mary is already betrothed to a Roman soldier and her parents would never let her marry a Jew. That headache, combined with all-consuming guilt over the villagers choosing to free his best friend Barabbas (Christopher Dean Briant) over his own brother Jesus Christ, forces Larry to stage a resurrection in order to keep Jesus' image alive.

Incredibly offensive as this might seem to some, the creators push the envelope even further with a dancing Jesus as well as a dancing crucified Roman soldier. Jesus' actual resurrection supposedly redeems his brother Larry but the sight of Christ in a phony beard only takes the mockery to another level. (Costumer Shon LeBlanc might want to rethink that look.).

A special note should also be made to Lighting Designer J. Kent Inasy not to leave chorus members in the dark.

The entire story is not worth retelling as it not a tale worth recounting. Suffice to say, there is a lot of poor story-telling, bad music, bad jokes, bad puns, obvious humor, little originality and never any true parody. You would be much better off spending the ticket price for this fiasco on purchasing Monty Python's brilliant social satire Life of Brian ( a convenient link can be found below...). Read more!

The Ten Commandments

The Ten Commandments
a Kate West review
directed by Robert Iscove
songs by Patrick Leonard and lyrics by Maribeth Derry
Kodak Theatre,
6801 Hollywood Blvd, Hollywood, CA 90028 (Hollywood/Highland)
Contact (323) 308-6363 or www.the10com.com or Ticket Master (213) 480-3232
Extended December, 2004

Hollywood’s recent production of “The Ten Commandments” stars Hollywood’s own bad boy celebrity Val Kilmer taking on the daunting role of Moses, prominent biblical hero. Presented by BCBGMaxazria Entertainment, the production is indeed a genuine Hollywood spectacle, housed in the sacred venue of the annual academy awards at the Kodak Theatre. In fact, many of the musical numbers seem like variety show interludes between Oscar nominations with actual streams of fire bursts and projected images of mysterious Egyptian landscapes provided by Robert W. Rang, Inc. and Thomas E. Cluff.

For those of you who never read the bible in school or don’t know Charleston Heston (see D.W. Griffith’s famous film “The Ten Commandments”), the story of Moses takes place in ancient Egypt where Moses, in order to avoid the terrible slaughter of Hebrew first borns, is raised by the Pharaoh and His Royal Family. He is as a brother to Prince Ramses and no one is the wiser until Moses begins to question the official treatment of resident Hebrews. His surrogate mother Queen Bithia confesses that Moses is adopted and he is consequentially banished from the kingdom. Inspired to defend his people, the Jewish slaves, Moses rouses them to rebellion, Pharaoh Seti dies, Ramses becomes the new ruler and Moses returns to free the slaves once and for all. A series of plaques is sent down to Egypt direct from the Wrath of God, (which in this production entails stenciled revolving lights). Ultimately, Moses guides his people to the Promised Land and teaches them to live by the Ten Commandments, conveying the Word of the Lord.

The famous parting of the Red Sea is an effectively staged spectacle (with foam plastic waves and projected filmed water) and Choreographer Travis Payne creates some wonderful moves for slaves and Egyptians alike, but other than that the production is uninspiring. Val Kilmer for one, sleeps walks the part of Moses, virtually pouting, with no real charisma or energy. The music (songs by Patrick Leonard and lyrics by Maribeth Derry) is monotonous and repetitive, with no power to convey true emotion. Director Robert Iscove (original conception by Elie Chouraqui) does what he can with the material at hand and nicely culls strong performances out of the supporting cast. These include Michelle Pereira as Yukebed, Moses’ birth mother, Mark Luna as Joshua (in this particular performance), Luba Mason as Bithia and Lauren Kennedy as Nefertari, Ramses’ wife, the Egyptian Princess pining for Moses. Nita Whitaker as Zipporah, Moses’ wife and Alisan Porter as Miriam, Moses’ sister are solid as well though all the women tend to be rather indistinguishable and it is difficult to get all those biblical names straight. You might want to do a little research before attending. The chorus is strong and entertaining as well, especially after the first few slower numbers.

In short, the overall impression is that of a slick film studio machine churning out entertainment for the visiting tourists but with no real soul. The production does not work as a whole but seems to merely serve as a vehicle for Hollywood ego. If you are interested in seeing where they film the annual academy awards, by all means buy a ticket, but other than that, you aren’t missing much.

Terrific Anniversary Edition:

The Ten Commandments (50th Anniversary Collection)

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Caroline Or Change

Caroline, or Change - a new musical
a kate west review
book and lyrics by Tony Kushner
music by Jeanine Tesori
directed by George C. Wolfe
at the Ahmanson Theatre, 135 North Grand Ave, Los Angeles 90012
playing November 6 – December 26, 2004; contact 213-628-2772 or www.CarolineOrChange.com

Gordon Davidson, Artistic Director and Producer for the Center Theatre Group, has been bringing innovative and direct-from-Broadway hits to the Los Angeles theater audience for 37 years. Now in his final year of reigning supreme over such local powerhouses as the Ahmanson Theatre and the Mark Taper Forum, he kicks off the season with “Caroline, or Change.” Coming from the creators of the acclaimed Tony award-winning Broadway hit “Angels in America”, Tony Kushner and George C. Wolfe, this new musical should be a runaway hit and indeed has garnered many accolades on Broadway. Unfortunately, the current production does not fully match the majesty and unique brilliance of an acclaimed piece like “Angels in America.”

Fairly heavy-handed, the story revolves around a bitter, yet stoic black maid named Caroline (Tonya Pinkins) working for a Jewish family in Lake Charles, Louisiana, 1963. Her daily labor is accompanied by a Greek chorus of appliances: the Washing Machine (Capathia Jenkins, alternating), the Radio (Tracy Nicole Chapman, Marva Hicks and Kenna Ramsey) and the Dryer and an arbitrarily mobile Bus Stop (currently both played by Chuck Cooper). Although amusing, these devices do not really add much to the play, other than endlessly repeat Caroline’s inner struggle of conscience.

Noah Gellman (in this performance, strongly played by Sy Adamowsky) is the only child of the household. After his mother dies, Rose (Veanne Cox) moves in and tries desperately to be his surrogate mother but he only finds comfort down in the hot basement watching Caroline do laundry. Caroline is “implacable” his mother once said, and in spite of her roughness, Noah adores her until his stepmother’s plan to teach him a lesson results in driving a wedge between him and Caroline. Caroline struggles with her own stubbornness and is aided in achieving some sort of peace by her children, especially her eldest daughter, Emmie (the vibrantly talented Anika Noni Rose), who tries to drag everyone kicking and screaming into a more optimistic future.

The supporting cast is strong, including Veanne Cox as Stepmother Rose, Larry Keith as her argumentative father and Aisha de Haas (alternating) as the Moon overseeing the Louisiana neighborhood on the verge of entering the civil rights struggle. Regarding the title character of Caroline, the inherent danger of playing someone so unemotional and reticent is that she comes across as unsympathetic, on top of which Tonya Pinkins suffers from vocal problems, at times sounding raspy while straining her voice in the more bluesy tunes.

Be warned, if you are expecting a light-hearted musical, Jeanine Tesori’s music is not your snappy, hummable sort as the tone is more somber and not typically melodic. More “Sweeney Todd” than “West Side Story.” And although Musical Conductor Kimberly Grigsby leads a solid orchestra and the entire production is professionally mounted, from the Choreography of Hope Clarke to George C. Wolfe’s direction, overall it lacks real soul. The musical is more lackluster than impressive and what should inspire, merely depresses. The title itself is confusing. Does Caroline really change or does it refer to the power of currency? It is all a bit unclear. Perhaps the touring company lacks the fire of performing on the actual streets of Broadway. At any rate, the audiences seem to love it as demonstrated by their overwhelmingly positive response and the inevitable Los Angeles standing ovation after every performance. Read more!

The Tempest

The Tempest
a kate west review
By William Shakespeare
directed by Steven Shields
The Ark Theatre Company, 1647 S. la Cienega Blvd., Los Angeles 90035
April - June, 2004 Call (323) 969-1707

Watching the Ark Theatre Company's current production of "The Tempest" is like accidentally stumbling into an early rehearsal. There are no props, no set and minimal lights and costumes. In fact, there is barely any production at all. Actors warm up on stage before the show, the stage manager calls places, the fluorescent lights snap on and the play begins. Director Steven Shields seems to think this pseudo-minimalist approach is stylistically artistic; however it only succeeds in looking amateurish. Actors wear street clothes, a liquor bottle is really a bottle of Aquafina and a cord of wood is really a set of cardboard paper towel rolls. Even Prospero is without his symbolic staff.

The actual story by Mr. Shakespeare is that of Prospero, former Duke of Milan, who reigns over a faraway island with his daughter Miranda, having been usurped by his brother Antonio. Fortune shipwrecks a royal party on the island, which includes Alonso, King of Naples and Prospero's brother, the false Duke. Prospero's dominion over all the fantastical creatures of the island (including his personal helper Ariel and the monster Caliban) easily enables him to render his enemies helpless and subject to his will. Unexpectedly, Prince Ferdinand, among the shipwrecked crew, falls for Miranda and so partly because of her innocent love and partly because grudges do not help anyone, Prospero ultimately forgives everyone and gives up his powers, breaking his staff in two. Thus people often remark that this is Shakespeare's most mature play.

Now back to the current production. David Grammer is an uninspiring Prospero, which is unfortunate as his is the prominent voice of the pieces. Kourtney Kaas is an inexplicably acrobatic Ariel and actress Aomawa Baker plays the monster Caliban as a male, sans makeup. Even more confusing is that two traditionally male characters are turned into women: ingénue Jules Wilcox plays "Antonia," Prospero's sister, rather than brother Antonio and Dee Amerio Sudik plays "Gonzala," rather than Prospero's long-lost trusted friend, Councellor Gonzalo. The character changes seem as unmotivated as is the decision to forgo traditional lighting, sets, costumes and props and there are no real standout performances.

The cast alternates between actual characters and roving mischievous spirits. This is distracting, especially when the actors try to speak their lines over makeshift sound effects created by the actors using plastic bags and other random everyday items. The three main female sprites (Kourtney Kass, Mary Elizabeth Barrett and Anna Quirino) occasionally burst into song which comes across rather weak in the midst of bad acoustics. Ryan Johnston and Ross Gottstein as comic relief, Trinculo and Stephano respectively, do little to break up the relentlessly unprofessional atmosphere.

In order to justify the concept of listening to the Bard's words alone, without special dressing, the actors need to be outstanding and this cast simply does not fit the bill. With random scraps of costuming, one real light cue and a plain black platform serving as a bare set, this production lends nothing to the work and can easily be missed. You are better off staying at home with a good book rather than witnessing this sad translation of an a normally brilliant play.


Better:
The Tempest (Folger Shakespeare Library)

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The Underpants

“The Underpants”
a kate west review
by Carl Sternheim, adapted by Steve Martin
directed by John Rando
The Geffen Playhouse

10886 Le Conte Avenue, Los Angeles 90024
March 9 –
April 18, 2004 – EXTENDED
Call (310) 208-5454

Hollywood’s own Steve Martin, having written and performed his uniquely zany style of comedy for decades, has recently turned to playwriting. The Geffen Playhouse’s first original production was Martin’s “Picasso at the Lapin Agile” and both theater and writer have come full circle in their latest production, “The Underpants.”

Influenced by German expressionism and adapted from (bitterly anti-bourgeois) Carl Sternheim’s “Die Hose” (“The Knickers”) of 1910, “The Underpants” is a broad, stylistic, comic romp reminiscent of the classic French comedies by Moliere. The play stars Dan Castellaneta (best known as the voice of America’s favorite cartoon dad, Homer Simpson) and Meredith Patterson as a quintessential ordinary middle class 1900’s German couple, Theo and Louise Maske. Theo is furious at his wife Louise for accidentally dropping her underpants in a public park, in front of the eyes of His Royal Majesty, the King and all of society. The direct result of this intolerable scandal is a parade of lustful young men, seeking to board with the Maske’s and smitten by their stolen glimpse of Louise’s drawers. Jack Betts and Steve Vinovich have smaller roles as other German caricatures.

Anthony Crivello plays the magnificently exaggerated Italian version of Casanova, the flamboyant Versati. He excites Louise into fantasizing about romance in her humdrum, oppressive existence. Egged on by her vicariously hungry and ever-optimistic neighbor, Gertrude (deliciously played by the delightful Amy Aquino), Louise plots an affair with Versati as revenge against her boorish, demanding and unpleasant husband. As Theo, Dan Castellaneta plays the part overly loudly in the style of the piece, but a little grating nonetheless.

Also, the constant double entendre references to melons, wieners, cigars and cherries do get a bit old. Patrick Kerr plays another suitor, Cohen, the Jewish dentist, who, by hiding his religion, provides much fodder for the buffoonishly anti-Semitic Theo. The entire production is larger than life and over-the-top, including the fascinating surreally clownish set by Alexander Dodge. The award-winning director John Rando (for Broadway’s acclaimed hit, “Urine Town”), pulls together a professional production, however the blatant humor is an acquired taste.

Obviously poking fun at social convention, the audience must still suffer through bad puns and outright slapstick routines. Martin’s influence is apparent in much of the sexual humor and will appeal to the common denominator. The contemporary relevance lies in the ridiculous furor over a minor social faux pas and how that affects everyone’s lives, bringing a little glamour and fleeting fame to Louise and then just as quickly leaving her again to her domestic fate. Running about one and a half hours long, with no intermission, the frantic pace is dizzying at times and the base humor is not for everyone. In general, however, the production is definitely an audience pleaser and has drawn sell-out houses.


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The Diary of a Madman

“The Diary of a Madman”
a kate west review
written by Nikolai Gogol; adapted by Don Eitner & Tom Troupe
directed by Don Eitner
at the Odyssey Theatre Ensemble
2055 S. Sepulveda Blvd. Los Angeles 90025
call (310) 477-2055; Running January 10 – March 7

Veteran actor Tom Troupe stars in a one-man production of “The Diary of a Madman” which he and Director Don Eitner adapted and re-translated from Ukrainian Nikolai Gogol’s short story of the same name. The main problem with adapting a short story is in expanding a basic premise into a full length story and in translating something from Russian, is in arranging it in intelligible in English. In this case the producers make a valiant attempt; however, the end result is a full hour of the ravings of a madman. Literally.

Tom Troupe plays a nameless impoverished “Clerk” who works in a miserable anonymous European office where, in the words of Gogol himself, “… everyone is drowned by the trivial, meaningless labours at which he spends his useless time.” The Clerk becomes increasingly dissatisfied with his working conditions and escapes more and more into his own fantasy world. For instance, he seemingly believes his hand puppet is a real person but destroys it in a fire in a fit of rage which sends him into dementia. He ends up thinking he is King Ferdinand of Spain and refuses to believe otherwise even when his landlady commits him to an asylum.

Troupe does a fairly good job of depicting a descent into madness but it is not particularly interesting to watch. Unfortunately a gibbering madman does not offer any great moral lessons. It is rather more clinically interesting and perhaps might be one reason Gogol kept it a short story. Also, the sound design is distractingly archaic (by Sound Designer Dale Barnhart). Set Designer Danny Truxaw did build a nice set however, which helps depict the character of the Clerk living in a nondescript dateless European country.

All in all, it is up to each audience member whether or not to give this production a chance. Don’t expect to gain any new insights on the human condition but rather the inner workings of a lunatic.

Diary of a Madman and Other Stories (Penguin Classics)

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The Nerd

The Nerd by Larry Shue
a kate west review
directed by David Rose at the Colony Theatre Company
555 N. Third Street, Burbank, (818) 558-7000, Opens June 7, 2003


Larry Shue, a promising young playwright whose writing career was tragically cut short at the age of 39, wrote one of his more successful plays, “The Nerd,” set in the 1980’s, shortly before his death. However, in the current production at the Colony Theater this play is fairly dated, the humor obvious and the characters seem to have stepped out of a 1940’s play. Although some of the actors were quite wonderful in the Colony’s previously acclaimed production of “The Laramie Project,” (Ed. F. Martin and Faith Coley Salie, respectively), it is disappointing to see the director, David Rose, allow the acting to be so broad.

The story is simple: William Cubbert (Ed. F. Martin) is a warm-hearted soul who has finally located Rick Steadman (French Stewart), the private soldier who saved his life in Vietnam. We learn this while Cubbert’s friends are celebrating his birthday. While he and his friends await his arrival, other characters are introduced such as an bothersome little boy (Justin M. Bretter) who keeps popping in and out of doors in an apparent attempt at farce. Jonathan Palmer is the stereotypical boss figure, Warnock Waldgrave, arriving with his mousy teacher wife, Clelia Waldgrave, played by Cindy Warren, who at least adds some interesting dimension to her nutty character. One of her characteristics is smashing saucer plates when upset, which Warren does with amusing relish. Ed F. Martin’s performance as Cubbert is relatively understated in comparison to his friends: Kevin Symons is sarcastically over the top as the droll Axel Hammond and Faith Coley Salie’s character of Tansy McGinnis is a bit shrill. After learning that the war hero is not all he is cracked up to be, the initial trio try their best throughout the rest of the play to oust the intruder with a variety of harebrained schemes.

The highlight of the production is French Stewart (of television’s “Third Rock from the Sun” fame) as Rick Steadman, the gawky, overbearing, clueless nerd who makes Cubbert’s life miserable. By the time he makes his first appearance, his refreshingly focused comic delivery style is a welcome relief from the expansive acting style of some of the other players. Stewart has real presence and although he portrays the ridiculous title character, he adds nuance and flair to his pesky character. He cannot carry the production alone, however, and it becomes a bit tiresome to watch the other actors try to reach the same extremes with less motivation. Stewart’s character was written to be broad and in his hands is fascinatingly weird, whereas the rest of the ensemble struggles to make the audience laugh with such antics as holding a bizarre dance ritual with grotesque hats in an attempt to scare off the unwanted houseguest.

The play is not without merit as the audience laughed heartily and seemed to enjoy the twists and turns of the comedy. However, the broad acting does not fit the normal comedic style the play presents so perhaps the script would be better served had the group decided to take it to an extreme and make it a true farce. Also the ‘unexpected’ revelation at the end (which you can see a mile coming) is not particularly believable. Still it is worth watching French Stewart at work as he is one of Los Angeles’ fun young talents. And it is always nice to visit the Colony’s relatively new and roomy space in beautiful downtown Burbank. Read more!

An Anonymous Review

The Diary of Anne Frank
an anonymous review from a theater patron
directed by Judith Dresch
at The Manhattan Playhouse, East Palo Alto, CA
through December 5, 1992

I attended the opening on Friday, 11/13.

Technically, the production was a shambles. The lighting was poor, the flats were flimsy and noise from "backstage" was clumsily audible. The scene changes took forever, leaving a perplexed audience sitting in the dark, hearing nothing but the sound of stagehands moving props. Several times the lights prematurely came up to reveal stagehands still onstage, awkwardly clunking about, then hysterically fleeing the stage as the lights shone on them.

The acting was horrendous. Various castmembers were blatantly struggling to remember their lines. Their speech lacked rhythm, tempo and volume. Movement was clumsy; I didn't know whether to blame the blocking or the actors for their inept actions, which for the most part lacked motivation and energy. There was no authentic interaction between actors; it was as if everyone were acting in separate plays, indulging in a series of monologues. It wasn't clear to me at all what anyone was feeling at each moment. The lines in the script were easily interpreted to mean something, however the action often went against the grain and blemished the text. There was no subtext provided by the actors; they merely followed directions and robotic ally indicated what they were supposed to be feeling. To say that the actors lacked presence in this production is an understatement.

Clearly, there were some rough parts that could be ironed out with more rehearsal. But some of the faults were inexcusable. When I'm sitting in a full house and I notice that most everyone is yawning and anxiously shifting in their seats, I can't help but suspect that I'm not the only one who's bored. I hold Manhattan Playhouse liable for this theatrical dud because they've managed to reduce this wonderful play about a heroic girl and about the hardships and beauty of community during (in spite of) war, into an emotionally barren wax museum. Rather than feeling enriched following the show, all I noticed was that I had $10 less in my wallet.

The only one who truly showed any life was Natalie Skelton (Anne Frank). She was fabulous. But she was so alone onstage. No one else showed any urgency or grief. She alone showed excitement, fear, caring and charm in her winsome portrayal of a girl rapidly growing into a woman ahead of her time. The best moments in the play are when she is alone, reciting her memoirs as she scribbles them into her diary.

Because I've read and seen the play several times, and I know how it turns out in the end, there is a poignancy that radiates throughout the story, no matter how badly it is presented. Natalie added some of her own gusto as well. If there's any reason for seeing this particular production, it's to see her. Natalie knows how to be interesting; she has presence and she lights up the stage. Now, if only she could be joined by a cast of real actors ....

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