Showing posts with label Aaron Riccio. Show all posts
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Ajax in Iraq Review: Aaron Riccio, That Sounds Cool

Sunday, June 19, 2011 1 comments

(Photo: Isaiah Tanenbaum. Pictured: Mike Mihm, Raushanah Simmons)


Argh, I am so far behind in my responses to reviews! There is now Flavorpill, Theatre is Easy, Time Out New York, the New York Times and BroadwayWorld.com to respond to (am I missing any of them?)

Excuse: I have been in L.A. for the TCG National Conference, and it has been a whirlwind. I am going to try to catch up this week, and finish all responses before the show closes.

Aaron Riccio is more than a critic to Flux; he has become a highly valued, impartial outside eye. If you're wondering why he occupies that unofficial position in our collective consciousness, read closely his review of Ajax in Iraq. Though a mixed review of the play, it's an example, I think, of balanced and thoughtful criticism.

He acknowledges the play's social function, considering the meaning of the play's content as well as its form; he cites specific examples from the text for most of his criticisms; he brings in the history of our work; and he allows the reader space to form their own conclusions as to whether they want to see the show.

It is one of the hardest things to do as an artist and critic - leaving room for the audience/reader to fill with their own meaning. Many reviews so pulverize or praise a production, that when your own experience is different, the review seems written from another planet - "did we see the same play?"

Good reviewers, however, have the confidence in their critical opinion to leave room for the reader; the review has the feeling of a dialogue, rather than a diatribe. As an example, consider this paragraph, which I excerpt in full:
From a dramaturgic perspective, this is all interesting and perhaps necessary, given the lack of adult education and the steep divide between those in the military and those not; it may be useful to be hit over the head with how little America learned from the previous creation/occupation of Iraq, courtesy of Gertrude Bell (Anna Rahn) and a British captain (Matthew Archambault): "Military occupations go wrong, they just do. Even when they begin with the best of intentions." But it's not as effective as the less-direct, casual (and causal) scenes that focus on AJ's peers, particularly her best friend, Connie Mangus (Chudney Sykes). You can feel the tension when it's not being discussed, see it in the way that Mangus and her buddies play five-card stud with worn, sandy cards and bullets for chips. Ask yourself which is a more convincing argument against gender stereotypes: examples quoted in a professor's careful lecture or a sloppy group of soldiers sitting around in their fatigues, joking about their horrible childhood fashion senses (cowboy boots and a dashiki), laughingly throwing sexist jokes ("Gotta be a bitch, a whore, or a dyke") back at their male counterparts.
Note the use of "ask yourself"midway in the paragraph; the way he uses the story of the soldier scene to make his case for him; the hedged bets at the beginning that allow the reader room to argue or agree based on their own experience.

It's a great review, even though it's a mixed review. So, read the whole thing here, then get your tickets, and leave your own thoughts on the play here. Only one more week!
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Dog Act Review: Aaron Riccio, That Sounds Cool

Sunday, February 13, 2011 0 comments

(Photo: Isaiah Tanenbaum. Pictured: Lori E. Parquet, Chris Wight)

Aaron Riccio's review over at That Sounds Cool is out! Aaron's review are always helpfully specific - he's willing to take the time to lift the hood and prowl around in the engine of the play. He has some interesting thoughts about the structure of the second act - I myself find the song around the fire the final bonding experience that allows for the critical balance shift between Vera, Jo-Jo and Zetta - what do you think?

There's a lot of quotes I like here, but I particularly like this:
Most impressive -- and practically worth its own review, given all the intricacies that went into it -- is Jason Paradine's set -- Zetta's giant cart - which serves as a colorful repository of the meaningless elements of the past (like an iBook) and an unfurling stage for the indefatigable presence of the present. Likewise, Lara de Bruijn's costumes are the best-looking clothes, despite and because of their patchwork nature, that Flux has ever had, for they provide the characters with both apocalyptic context and basic utility in a time that skips in flashes from winter to summer and back.
The second sentence reveals the advantage of having a sustained relationship with a reviewer - Aaron puts the play into the deeper context of our whole body of work.

So, read the whole review here, then get your tix, and then leave your own thoughts on the play here.

We're more than halfway through the run now! Trying not to think about the rapidly approaching final performance... Read the full story

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Jacob's House Review: Aaron Riccio, That Sounds Cool

Saturday, May 8, 2010 0 comments

(Photo: Justin Hoch @ jhoch.com. Pictured: Matthew Archambault)
A mixed but fascinating review of Jacob's House is up from Aaron Riccio at That Sounds Cool. Readers of this blog know that Aaron is one of my favorite reviewers, so I take his criticisms seriously. Read the whole thing here.

First, the good stuff: I'm thrilled that Isaiah Tanenbaum's and Matthew Archambault's performances are singled out for praise, and gratified that Aaron connected with the chess/death scene of the second act.

Now, the bad: the thought of Tamar being a creation of shreds and patches is unsettling for me, as I deeply care for and connect with her journey. To me, her word play and comic energy are simply weapons she uses to achieve her beloved father's blessing; and her deepening relationship to Dinah is one of my favorite subtle arcs of the play. But I will live with Aaron's critique of her a little longer - sometimes my attachment to the characters as they exist in my body can blind me to the weakness of their execution on stage.

But the most unsettling is this phrase: "and it's certainly better than nothing, especially for the actors who are given a chance to showcase their skills." From the moment we began this unusual process, this question was always with me - is it better to risk this play, whatever it will be, or give up the field entirely? The question is especially piercing, because it involves the energy of so many other people than myself. And maybe it would have been better to give up the field and done nothing.

And this simple question has a trap door within it, that I think all of us as artists feel deeply - does our work mean enough to the world to merit doing, or would we be better off serving life a different way?

Because I love life, am grateful for every unlikely second of it, and I want to give back as much beauty and meaning as I can. And so I'm always asking myself if there is a better way to do so than writing plays, which, if the world's uncertain response to date is any judge, may not be the right gift.

Because it's not (as Aaron speculates) the children of Jacob that I connect with most - it is Jacob himself, who says:
"I’ve been hungry that way, and not just for food. I’ve been hungry for a lot of things, not knowing if I would ever be full. And then some things in you starve and die, and other things just keep starving and can’t die. And so I think there’s no such thing as right or wrong, there’s just hungry or full. I want to be full, you know?"
Other things just keep starving and can't die - the longing to have my plays matter to life is such a thing in me, a starving that can't die. And so even as I wonder about other paths to meaning, that hunger says don't let go.

Something too much of this...read the whole thing here, then get your tickets, and after you've seen the show, please share your thoughts here. Read the full story

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Lesser Seductions review: Aaron Riccio, That Sounds Cool

Friday, November 13, 2009 0 comments

(Photo by Tyler G. Hicks-Wright. Pictured: Ingrid Nordstrom, Kelly O'Donnell, Isaiah Tanenbaum, Jake Alexander, Jason Paradine, Christina Shipp, Michael Davis)
I read Aaron Riccio's review late last night after coming home from a second rough night at the theatre. This review saved me a little, especially because of this quote:
There are moments where Schulenburg struggles with his big ideas--and that's as it should be; that's how you know the ideas are big enough.
If that were a few words shorter, I might just get that tattooed somewhere so I never forget it. Anyway, it's a great review, so please, give it a read, and then get your tickets, and after you've seen the show, please share your thoughts here. Read the full story

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Aaron Riccio on Pretty Theft

Friday, May 8, 2009 0 comments

(Photo: Isaiah Tanenbaum. Pictured: Marnie Schulenburg, Todd d'Amour)

Aaron Riccio's review came out! He's had us in suspense...but it's worth the wait. I'm glad that he embraces the tonal dissonances in the play - the way Adam sets Allegra's scene with her father against Bobby and Suzy in the movie theatre - as a central strength of the play.

I'm realizing that this juxtaposition of tonal/stylistic/emotional contrasts - similar to the Elizabethan way of throwing Dogberry and Beatrice into the same play - is a strong aesthetic value of Flux's. The sparks of those contradictory things (provided they are driven by an underlying human need and not done merely for affect) stand at the heart of much of the work we've done - from Lyza's ecstatic preaching undercut by GL with the axe in Riding the Bull, to Segismundo sharing a cell with Clarin in Life is a Dream, to Snake and Ernelle necking in the car waiting for Osley to commit his terrible act in Rattlers, to the antic realism of Pretty Theft exploding mid-way into frightening dreams before the hard landing in the hotel room; a core human impulse transformed from the ridiculous and mundane to the horrible and sublime and back; this transformative kind of theatre, because it still believes in narrative, character and catharsis is not called experimental, but feels endlessly surprising to me. We know what we are, but not what we may be...

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Pretty Theft on Aaron Riccio's "What Sounds Cool"

Thursday, April 2, 2009 0 comments

Aaron Riccio has kindly chosen our production of Pretty Theft as one of his "What Sounds Cool" selections for April 2009. It's a great list which also includes plays from Electric Pear, Banana, Bag and Bodice, and New Georges. That's good company!

And after you pay your visit to Aaron's blog, why not take advantage of our Poetic Larceny special discounted rate of $10 for opening weekend tix (opening night exlcuded) using the code LARCENY1? Click here for tix! Read the full story

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Aaron Riccio on The Angel Eaters Trilogy

Monday, November 10, 2008 0 comments

(Photo: Justin Hoch.)

Aaron Riccio was our first intrepid reviewer to brave all three shows in the trilogy, and his insightful reviews are posted on his own website, That Sounds Cool, and at New Theatre Corps. He connected most deeply with Rattlers, but has insight into all three productions, some of which I've included below, alongside some new production photographs. Hope to see you at the theatre!

Rattlers
Aaron Riccio
Being dragged over to a wooden box filled with rattlesnakes while you're bound and gagged is never a good way to start your day, but it's a great way to start a play, and in Rattlers, Johnna Adams finds her bite, sinking her teeth in quicker than the eye can follow, and never letting up.
(Photo: Justin Hoch. Pictured: Scott Drummond, Jason Paradine, Amy Lynn Stewart)
The unfortunate victim here is Osley (Jason Paradine), and he's been kidnapped by his ex-girlfriend Ernelle (Amy Lynn Stewart) and her hyperactive boyfriend Snake (Scott Drummond); they expect him to resurrect Ernelle's murdered sister, regardless of the cost. Meanwhile, at the funeral home, Ernelle's brother-in-law, the rascal Everett (Richard B. Watson), is having a casual conversation with the creepy undertaker, Ted (Matthew Crosby), in which it seems more and more likely that one of them is the murderer.
(Photo: Justin Huch. Pictured: Matthew Crosby, Richard Watson)
And in yet another connected but distant scene, Ernelle's mother, Mattie (Jane Lincoln Taylor) is looking for vengeance, although Shane (David Jackson) is hoping she'll just accept his devoted love instead.
(Photo: Justin Hoch. Pictured: Jane Taylor, David Jackson).
By splitting the action (Jerry Ruiz's direction helps it hop along), Adams is able to do her entire trilogy on a micro level, from the comic horrors that the Bonnie and Clyde-like Snake and Ernelle are cooking up to the morbid romance between Shane and Mattie, and the True Blood-like subtexts in the easygoing twangs between Everett and Ted. It also gives her a chance to really focus on more than exposition--there's less plot and more character development, and that's a gift given the outstanding actors, every last one of them, in this production. Things amble along, instead of rushing to conclusions, and part of the fun in Rattlers is trying to guess what these tight-lipped characters will do next (or, with Snake, what he won't do).
(Photo: Justin Hoch. Pictured: Jason Paradine, Amy Lynn Stewart, Scott Drummond)
Adams has a terrific voice, and her stories actually work on multiple levels. For instance, Ted's tale about sleeping next to the corpse of his obsession is rooted in the subtext in Everett's face as he listens--after all, he was married to her.
(Photo: Justin Hoch. Pictured: Matthew Crosby, Richard Watson)
The same goes for the look of resignation in Shane's eyes when he realizes that the woman he loves has drugged him, or the way Ernelle's good humor evaporates when she realizes that threatening to hurt Osley's daughter won't help--that she'll have to kill one girl to bring back another.
(Photo: Justin Hoch. Pictured: David Jackson, Jane Taylor)
This last bit captures the full effect of the trilogy, too: what price won't we pay to get back the ones we love?
(Photo: Justin Hoch. Pictured: Jason Paradine)

Angel Eaters
Aaron Riccio
If you liked Carnivale and prefer plot to character, Johnna Adams's mystical Angel Eaters is the play for you: con men, weird girls, and angry mothers kicking up a storm in the Dust Bowl era. Stay for Marnie Schulenburg's performance as a touched young girl, and for Jessi D. Hill's atmospheric direction: creepy, yet satisfying.
8 Little Antichrists
Aaron Riccio
After seeing all three parts of Johnna Adams's ambitious, generation-spanning Angel Eaters Trilogy, I can't shake the image of the playwright as a smarter version of the evil "Mama" who shows up in Part Three. She sits in a giant vat, but rather than absorbing nutrients, she takes in the pop culture of the last thirty years, and instead of churning out clones and selling them for organs, she fires out plays. Her distinct voice shines through this batch of trips: comic exposition often well-hidden by clever circumstances...Each play succeeds (and fails) on its own, which means there's something for everyone, especially fans of Flux Theatre Ensemble, who will spend twenty days straight being just as ambitious as Adams.
The hero this time around is a Philip K. Dick-brand detective, Claudia (Candice Holdorf), who is investigating the death of her clone sister, Sara Jane, only to find that there may be more to the murder than she suspects. Along the way, she falls for one of the suspects, Jeremy (Zack Robidas), but not before he is kidnapped by fallen angels Sem and Zaz (Felicia Hudson and Elise Link, channeling a fashionably authoritative Mod Squad vibe) and forced to resurrect the octuplet antichrists, cloned from the Dahmers and Gengis Khans of the world. To make things more convoluted, the clone mother is Claudia's Mama (Nora Hummel), a self-obsessed nag who lives in a nutrient-pumping vat and dreams of the day when she'll have sold enough of her offspring to upgrade. Oh, and Jeremy's paranoid sister, Melanie (Rebecca McHugh) has actually found the vessel of God in a happy meal--if only she can pry it away from the Clockwork Orange-like drizz-heads, Thump and Fibber (Jake Alexander and Joe Mathers, high-octane comic relief). Cue the over-the-top action.

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