(left to right) Kevin Matthew Reyes, Aurora Adachi-Winter and Luke Michael Grimes/Photo: Julia Dratel
A. Rey Pamatmat’s luminous (and new-ish) play “Edith Can Shoot Things And Hit Them” has a spirit similar to the eighties classic “Stand By Me,” only with one crucial difference. In that film, the young boys strike out into the wilderness searching for adventure, rejecting the adult-made world in which their daily lives abide. In “Edith,” it is the adult world that has rejected the children, and the wilderness that surrounds them echoes not with limitless possibility but a vast, aching loneliness.
Well maybe not so much for Edith. As played by Aurora Adachi-Winter in First Floor Theater’s Chicago premiere, she is every bit the hot-headed adventurer. She may only be twelve, but the threat made in the play’s title is not an idle one. It is her brother, Kenny (Kevin Matthew Reyes), who at sixteen already has to carry the burden of worrying: about their budget, their food, their gas usage and, of course, whether he can carry on seeing his new boyfriend Benji (Luke Michael Grimes) without Benji’s paranoid, homophobic mother catching on. Having been abandoned by their father in the wake of their mother’s death—infrequent bank deposits serve as his only form of contact—Kenny and Edith have been forced toward the yawning maw of adulthood too early. The play follows their attempts to create a new family from the ashes of their old one. Read the rest of this entry »
By Raymond Rehayem
“We’re telling the real story… we see this stuff. We’re telling the grown-ups what’s really happening, the adults don’t really know. That’s because most of the violence that’s going on is with the youth.” So says Monique, a young performer explaining how she and the other nearly two dozen ethnically diverse local teen girls (and one white teen boy, see below) contribute to the upcoming Collaboraction/Chicago Park District theatrical event “Crime Scene Chicago: Let Hope Rise 2014.” The teens comprise the Crime Scene Youth Ensemble, key participants in the multifaceted “touring theatrical reaction to violent crime in Chicago” which unfolds over a month, starting at Collaboraction’s Wicker Park space and touring to a quartet of Park District venues over four subsequent weekends. Read the rest of this entry »
Anthony Moseley/Photo: Anna Sodziak
Heartfelt and well-intentioned though it certainly seems, “This is Not a Cure for Cancer” is not an engaging or artful piece of theater. That is not to say it is without craft nor lacking in artifice; throughout the performance, video projections, props and costume changes shift the setting and the emotional tone—in a direct, unsubtle but efficient manner. The more-than-capable large supporting cast is more than game in ensemble moments as brain cells and cancer cells and even enjoyable in individual turns as health care practitioners and game-show hosts. The disparate scenes provide cursory introductions to facets of the disease and controversies over varying treatment options. Read the rest of this entry »
Photo: Anne Petersen
Here’s the basic plot: not long after word of their breakup hits the interwebs, ex-mall cop (and current lonely loser) Bill (Rob Grabowski) kidnaps celebrity (ex)couple Kate Thomas (Mary Williamson) and Sam Lewis (Nick Delehanty), drugging them and dragging them to his shitty apartment for sketchy (and potentially dangerous) couples counseling with his Sam-and-Kate-obsessed teenaged friend Becky (Stephanie Shum).
Initially, it sounds like a concept that could wear thin rather quickly, but in playwright Joel Kim Booster’s “Kate and Sam Are Not Breaking Up,” what starts out as a seemingly lightweight comedy centered around celebrity worship and a tween-book-series-turned-movie-franchise (the wonderfully realized “Ghost Forest”) ever-so-slowly creeps its way into a much darker exploration of obsession, self-loathing and, ultimately, redemption (spoiler alert—there’s someone in the program with the title Violence Designer). And yet, in every disturbing corner that this production turns, its solid comedic core follows carefully throughout. Read the rest of this entry »
“The Most Delicious”/Photo: Anna Sodziak
By Johnny Oleksinski
Last year’s Sketchbook, Collaboraction’s annual festival of new work, was remarkably impressive. The unexpectedly profound and profoundly enjoyable “Honeybuns” by Dean Evans emerged from that collection, earning itself widespread critical affection, a fall 2012 remount and an upcoming run at Theater On the Lake. Even the space’s memorable design was tremendously special. Stacks of colorful building blocks were situated in the room’s corners for seating and patrons lounged around, drinks in hand, casually enjoying the calamities of such an ambitious undertaking. This year, though, none of the full-length plays sparkled with the ravenous creativity of Evans’ one-man mime comedy, leaving much to be desired. Honoring Sketchbook’s origins in brevity, this year’s selection of seven-minute plays, titled “The Brown Line,” is the heartiest section of the four-part festival. The theme for its thirteenth year is “Destination,” the buzzword is “devised” and each of the groupings are named after a CTA train route: Green, Black, Brown and Blue. Read the rest of this entry »
Photo: Cesario Moza
Three plays currently playing in Chicago urgently grab hold of prescient national issues both imperative and sickening: “Teddy Ferrara” at the Goodman Theatre, “columbinus” at American Theater Company and, completing the triptych, the forceful “Crime Scene: A Chicago Anthology,” which opened on Monday night at Collaboraction.
Besides topical relevance, what invisibly binds these brave theatrical expressions is their messages, powerful and ambiguous. Certainly, they all endeavor to create a more hospitable world and harmonious local community, but, more importantly, they understand that the “how” necessitates a proactive conversation; not finger pointing or rigid thesis statements. These shows never tell you exactly what to think, and, in so doing, stimulate lingering vigorous thought.
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Dean Evans/Photo: Evan Hanover
He’s back! Honeybuns, that gap-toothed, canary-yellow bouffon with a demented sense of humor and an insidious libido has triumphantly returned to his rightful place on the barren stage of Collaboraction. That’s right—no sets and no plot. Other than two oversized white hands, a deceptive gift and an eleven o’clock soapbox, Dean Evans, a masterful clown and Neo-Futurist, needs little more than his bustling person and a meticulously sculpted character to inspire an uproar of laughter and impart more clever wisdom than a Maya Angelou commencement speech.
After an abbreviated summer stint—”Honeybuns” was the unexpected hit of Sketchbook 12 Reincarnate—Collaboraction has wisely resurrected Evans’ seventy-minute love letter to the human psyche for the entire month of October to the delight of his devotees and to the dismay of clown-hating, narrative junkies. During the summer run of “Honeybuns,” this critic proclaimed it the “one true surprise I’ve had all year in the theater.” Well, I have certainly had a few gleeful shocks since that scorching July marathon, but still none quite like “Honeybuns,” the biggest, brightest present under the tree. Read the rest of this entry »
Juan Francisco Villa
On a Friday night at Calles y Sueños in Pilsen, a small crowd gathers for the monthly Noche de Monólogos (Night of Monologues), a night of performances and open mic that on this night ranges from fiction reading to monologues in character to non-narrative movement-based performance. Organizers of the event speak in Spanish and English, as do the performers. People greet each other with hugs and kisses; throughout the night, audience members occasionally yell encouragement to performers and applaud with a level of enthusiasm you might get from a proud, affectionate family.
This month’s Noche de Monólogos was a preview of the upcoming festival of Latino solo shows, “Yo Solo,” a collaboration between Teatro Vista and Collaboraction. The festival will be a series of six solo performances by Latino artists arranged in three repeating programs, each of which is a pair of two of the shows. Read the rest of this entry »
Photo: Saverio Truglia
“Sixty Miles To Silver Lake,” billed as a coming-of-age depiction of Denny (Ethan Dubin) as his divorced father Ky (Sean Bolger) drives him from his soccer game to his dad’s home in Silver Lake, is actually only about the self-centered schmuck Ky; we don’t get the personality of the son. Dubin is a superb actor in reacting to his father’s clumsy attempts at hilarity and explaining sex. The play, with its fifties-era thinking; the meaningless work the father does and the father’s progressive disintegration, reminds me of Arthur Miller’s “Death of a Salesman.” But here, the father has no redeeming characteristics, and the gay- and women-bashing gets tiresome. Read the rest of this entry »
Photo: Cesar Moza
“Dark Play or Stories for Boys” is a cautionary tale about teenagers’ willingness to avoid face-to-face conversations and retreat to the worldwide web in order to feel what they want to feel. The omnipresence of the internet today, and the resulting confusion about what’s real and what’s not real, perpetuates cruelty that only shows through their stifled cries. Director Anthony Moseley’s intimate staging and the undeniable rawness of the actors render “Dark Play” a deeply felt Chicago premiere. Read the rest of this entry »