Jeff Gamlin and Richard Cotovsky/Photo: Michael Brosilow
Watching “Hellcab” is sort of like having your heavily tattooed ex-con uncle wish you a merry Christmas. His breath may stink of whiskey and cigarettes, and you can’t look him in the eye without nervously glancing at the three blue teardrops etched on his cheekbone, but you know that deep in his heart he means well. And heck, he’s probably seen more misery in the past twenty-four hours then you’ve seen in the past twenty-four years. If anyone’s earned a little holiday vacation filled with eggnog and cheer and good will toward men, it’s him.
Receiving its third go-round at the Profiles Main Stage, Will Kern’s bilious theatrical nugget is a refreshing blast of stank air. It stars Richard Cotovsky as a lonely, hard-hearted cab driver spending his Christmas Eve on the job. In the course of a brisk eighty-minute runtime, Cotovsky transports a filthy parade of Chicagoans from one end of the city to another. Some appear as good people only to be revealed as jerks, some are outright jerks whose brief time only serves to reinforce the depths of their jerkiness. A diverse array of actors—thirty-three in all—come together to test both Cotovsky’s and the audience’s faith in the inherent goodness of mankind. As Cotovsky played the same roll in 1992’s original production of “Hellcab,” he brings a fantastic, Sisyphean sense of resignation to the cabbie’s fate. Read the rest of this entry »
Darrell W. Cox, Abigail Boucher and Aaron Lamm/Photo: Michael Brosilow
In the first act of “The Crytpogram” the comedic potential of David Mamet’s easily recognized, clipped, stylized, supposedly conversational dialogue sometimes pops up from the mire of simmering domestic duress. Nearly self-parodic in spots, but too knowing and well-written to be dismissed as such, the terse but dense exchanges are at times just plain funny. Go ahead and laugh. By the third act, the script is as stripped of humor as the stage is of home furnishings. A big reveal midway through the show puts a stop to any comedy. A perilous but unresolved ending suggests tragedy.
Much of the humor derives from how the most mundane aspects of conversation are treated with urgent emergency or relentless inquiry. Once we start to see real threats mount, the stylistic yet human wordplay veers from humorous hyperbole and quizzical riddling toward ineffectual, hopeless, increasingly aggressive, occasionally annoying chatter. Everyone can play around with words when skirting the issue; when the truth starts to crack through, there’s no fun left in the contest. It’s a shift in tone that mirrors the journey of the play’s three characters, and is expertly executed by the playwright and wonderfully realized in this Profiles Theatre production. Read the rest of this entry »
Eric Burgher, Domenica Cameron-Scorsese
I missed “reasons to be pretty” when Profiles Theatre debuted it in Chicago back in 2011. What many consider to be playwright Neil LaBute’s best work, the show presents the fallout from a man’s offhand comment that his girlfriend’s face is “plain.” Like many of LaBute’s other shows, it examined the emotional trench warfare that constitutes the battle of the sexes in modern day, while shedding some of the more gimmicky premises of his earlier plays like “Fat Pig” and “The Shape of Things.” Unlike the show’s characters, the play embraces maturity. “reasons to be pretty” was a hit for Profiles, who now count LaBute as a company member. So it isn’t surprising that Profiles is now premiering LaBute’s 2013 sequel, “Reasons to Be Happy.”
However, having seen only this new production, I’m now sad that I didn’t get to see the original. And it’s not because I couldn’t understand what was going on; the script does a fine job of standing on its own. It’s because the Profiles production is strangely at odds with the script, and I say strangely considering LaBute’s status of a company member and their impressive track record with his work. It’s the kind of tone-deaf treatment that makes you think these people had never met. Read the rest of this entry »
Sexual orientation is all too often reduced to an either/or binary—straight or gay, one or the other. Bisexual or pansexual people are presented by both straight and gay communities as confused or greedy. Mike Bartlett’s 2009 piece looks at the ironclad categories we put each other in, the problems that occur when a man begins to doubt the basics of his sexual identity and the push-back he receives from those who claim to love him.
John (Christopher Sheard) attempts to break free of longtime boyfriend M (Jake Szczepaniak). During their relationship respite, John befriends W (Eleni Pappageorge) and sleeps with her. Confused and lonely, he tries to reignite the relationship with M and confesses his relationship with W. He suggests both lovers meet to discuss the situation; M brings his father (Larry Neumann) to the meeting as back-up. Read the rest of this entry »
Amy J. Carle and Laura Hooper
Tiny desks are scattered across the elementary school classroom at the center of “Gidion’s Knot.” And while scenic designer Katie-Bell Springmann has adorned the room with brightly colored school-project drawings of Zeus and other mythological gods, it’s clear early on that the evening will be more on par with detention than recess. A tense mood sits over the room as fifth grade teacher Heather (Laura Hooper) enters her classroom, pacing frantically and fighting back panic-induced tears. Director Joe Jahraus maintains the eerie mood throughout Profiles Theatre’s production of Johnna Adams’ powerful, if not quite consistent, play.
Heather is more than taken by surprise when Corryn (Amy J. Carle) enters her classroom ready to attend their scheduled parent-teacher conference on a Monday afternoon. As we soon learn, Corryn’s son Gidion was suspended the previous Friday and sent home with a note instructing Corryn to come discuss the incident that led to his dismissal. However Heather never expected Corryn to keep the appointment since later that evening Gidion committed suicide, shooting himself in his garage before he could tell his mother what happened that afternoon. Read the rest of this entry »
The Santaland Diaries at Theater Wit
By Zach Freeman
As any denizen of the theater who’s been in this town for any amount of time knows, Chicago DOES theater. With more than 250 active theater companies and a constantly growing number of venues, if you can’t find a good show to attend on any given night, you’re just doing it wrong. And this holiday season Chicago is really throwing down the gauntlet of performance options with more than forty (yes, you read that right) holiday shows. And yes, almost all of them are Christmas-related. In fact, there are almost a dozen versions of “A Christmas Carol” alone.
But Chicago is a diverse city and our theater companies reflect that. We’re not talking about several dozen versions of the same old stuff, we’re talking about more than forty completely different takes on the holiday season. It’s a lot for any one person to take in, so we thought we’d help you determine which show (or shows) you should be seeing over the next month or so to get yourself into the appropriate holiday mood (whatever that means for you).
We can’t list them all, but here are twenty to get you started. Here we go… Read the rest of this entry »
I waited for it, and I wasn’t disappointed. I knew Neil LaBute’s latest could not be just a simple story about a man’s love for his late wife. There had to be a nasty wrench in there somewhere, some product of banal cruelty. And there it was, jammed in there and reconciled quickly in a kind of gentle concession. LaBute is consistently clever and his embrace of the direct-address monologue is an interesting exercise, but his attempt to rationalize his characters actions rings hollow.
Edward Carr (John Judd) comments on his own performance of his wife’s eulogy. The audience learns of the death of his beloved Mary Jo, a woman fifteen years his senior. The marriage started as the product of a painful affair, but blossomed into a great love. Several years, two children and a business empire later, Carr reveals himself as he mourns his loss. Read the rest of this entry »
Most family dynamics are difficult; they’re even tougher when family members are flawed beyond redemption. Playwright Rhett Rossi explores the difficulty of forgiveness, capturing an exquisite balance of absurd humor and heartfelt pathos.
Pedophile Mitch (Larry Neumann, Jr.) has just been released from prison. Much to his surprise, he finds brother Roy (Darrell W. Cox) waiting for him. Roy makes it clear that all is not well between them; he assures Mitch that their reunion may not end happily. It’s a family-drama premise that could become mired in cliché; fortunately, Rossi skips trite truisms and fleshes out the characters, embracing their complete humanity. Read the rest of this entry »
Photo: Michael Brosilow
Late in Neil LaBute’s “In The Company of Men,” the most deplorable character I’ve ever seen in a domestic drama relaxedly watches “Seinfeld” after confessing to horrid acts of objectification and betrayal against a woman in the name of the masculine drive to dominate. “Seinfeld” is the head honcho of cruelty on television, going so far as to end its nine seasons with a courtroom condemnation of its characters’ collectively awful behavior. Punished or not, we loved every cruel nickname, prank and misadventure, regardless of the emotional casualties along the way. Read the rest of this entry »
Photo: Michael Brosilow
Plays that center around a person’s death are frequently written. What better way is there to showcase a contrast in characters’ points of view than by giving them a mutual target to each have a differing relationship and backstory with? On stage, deaths awaken dormant desires, battles and loves.
Chicago’s biggest theatrical success in recent memory, “August: Osage County” grabbed hold of that device, albeit with a humanity and refinement (a Valium-high, elbows-on-the-table refinement, but a refinement nonetheless). But “The Dream of The Burning Boy,” a lousy shock-and-aww drama at Profiles Theatre set in motion by the aneurysm death of a young man named Dane (Vic Kuligoski), obscures the nuances of grief and, instead, bluntly blurts out its selfishness—and all in that crucible of crucibles, a high school. Read the rest of this entry »