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BETRAYED

Reviewed by Jeffrey R Smith of the San Francisco Bay Area Theatre Critics Circle

The Aurora Theatre Company of Berkeley is currently staging BETRAYED, written by George Packer and directed by Robin Stanton.

As the cliché goes, "It works at so many levels."

It is difficult watch BETRAYED without your own thoughts and questions jogging along side the thoughts of the writer as unveiled by his characters huddled in the Green Zone of Baghdad.

Firstly, the title: BETRAYED: who exactly was betrayed by the US involvement in Iraq?

Was it our former regional ally in the covert war against Iran: Saddam Hussein?

It was confirmed by both the Stockholm International Peace Research Institute (SIPRI) and the US Senate Banking Committee, that the US Department of Commerce had approved the shipping of dual-use biological agents to Iraq.

Biological agents included Bacillus Anthracis (a.k.a. anthrax: identified by the Pentagon as a key part of the Iraqi biological warfare program) as well as Clostridium botulinum, Histoplasma capsulatum, Brucella melitensis and Clostridium perfringens.

Was it the American people, duped by the Bush-Cheney neo-con clique?

Was it the Sunni bureaucracy: the nearly secular government of Iraq?

Was it the American soldiers, betrayed by the very people they liberated, or who to this date, remain unclear as to the exact mission and its utility in Iraq?

The Army said 2008 might have been another record year for suicides among active-duty soldiers: the final count could surpass a record of 115 suicides set in 2007.

Was it the veterans, returned home, from the Iraq War?

In the absence of sufficient psychiatric care, veterans, aged 20 through 24, who have served during the war on terror had the highest suicide rate among all veterans: it is estimated between two and four times higher than civilians the same age: the suicide rate for non-veterans is 8.3 per 100,000, while the rate for veterans was found to be between 22.9 and 31.9 per 100,000.

For the purpose of his play, George Packer seems to be focused on three Iraqi interpreters or translators who serve at the U.S. Embassy in Baghdad.

University of Manchester Professor and Sociologist Emrys Peters often cited a Bedouin aphorism which sums up the pickle the Iraqi interpreters quickly find themselves: "I against my brother; I and my brother against my cousin; I and my brother and my cousin against the world."

Once Saddam Hussein was toppled, the theory of concentric rings of loyalty reasserted itself: Americans reverted back to being foreign invaders.

Every Arab should have, by virtue of his or her DNA, been pitted against the occupational army.

Iraqis on the American payroll were traitors and spies.

Special pleading (a "spurious argumentation where a position in a dispute introduces favorable details or excludes unfavorable details by alleging a need to apply additional considerations without proper criticism of these considerations themselves") would argue that Iraqis working for the US are the good guys.

Could the same argument be made for collaborators in cahoots with German Nazis, Italian Fascists, Russian Communists, Japanese Imperialists, Wall Street Mortgage Brokers?

George Packer deftly side-steps "good guy, bad guy" discussions and flatly avers that the US Embassy in Baghdad owed translators either safety within Iraq or safe passage out of Iraq.

They got neither.

Keith Burkland gives an outstanding performance as the careerist US Ambassador in Baghdad, blithely and amorally putting the US image and the delusional policies of George W. Bush well ahead of the plight of three Iraqi interpreters.

Bobak Cyrus Bakhtiari (Adnan), Denmo Ibrahim (Intisar) and Amir Sharafeh (Laith) superbly play the interpreters—shaking in their jodhpurs—as they realize they have become enemies of their people by assisting American forces struggling to stabilize an increasingly fractious coalition and chimerical democracy in Iraq.

Alex Moggridge (Prescott) is compelling as he plays a mid-level state department bureaucrat who is centrifuged by conflicting loyalties and interests in a situation spinning madly and violently out of control.

The show is a must for every Paint Ball General, Armchair Liberal and Sidewalk Politician.

BETRAYED is a feast of guilt and despair: an expose on the intransigence of inescapable loyalty one has to culture, religion, tribe and traditions: it is a true antidote to post inaugural euphoria.

BETRAYED is Richard Dawkins SELFISH GENE THEORY brought to life by the rivers of Babylon and on stage at Berkeley.

If you enjoy cognitive dissonance and Gordian Knots, this play is your ticket to hours of after the curtain falls reverberations.

For tickets surf on over to www.auroratheatre.org or call 510-843-4822.



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GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS

 

Reviewed by Jeffrey R Smith of the San Francisco Bay Area Theatre Critics Circle

 

The Ross Valley Players (RVP) is embarking on its 79th year as a community playhouse.

 

The Players assembled in 1930 as a way to escape the psychological, if not financial, hardships of the Great Depression.

 

And now, thanks to real estate bubbles bursting, a plummeting Dow, defaults, bank failures, energy prices, trade deficits, voodoo accounting practices, protracted wars and bungling at every strata of government, the Ross Valley Players have proudly recaptured their original raison d'etre.

 

The RVP, at the Marin Art and Garden Center, are currently staging David Mamet's noir comedy GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS directed by the venerable James Dunn.

 

As a play, GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS won both a Pulitzer Prize (1984) and a Tony Award; and as a movie, its actors (Al Pacino, Jack Lemon, Alec Baldwin, Ed Harris, Alan Arkin, Jonathan Pryce and Kevin Spacey) were showered with numerous awards and nominations at the Venice Film Festival, the Academy Awards and the Golden Globe Awards.

 

While you may not be a fan of Dunn, you must admire him as a director: he has not—unlike many directors, including film directors—missed neither the original intent nor the spirit of Mamet's play: IT IS COMEDY.

 

The late great NYT film and theatre critic Vincent Canby once observed, "The reason GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS prompts laughter, and finally elation, is not because it's jolly or has any feel-good words to live by. It's because of the utterly demonic skill with which these foulmouthed characters carve one another up in futile attempts to stave off disaster."

 

Hmmm . . . "Futile attempts to stave off disaster."

 

Yipers, do we hear echoes of this sentiment as Washington blithely writes one bad check after another, ever ratcheting up the national debt, under the rubric of economic stimulus?

 

Jack Llemon, who played Shelly Levene in the 1992 film, said of his character, "Shelly's actions question where the morals and ethics are in America and how they have eroded in the quest for success."

 

Ah yes, "the quest for success" or as Hunter S Thompson described it: "still humping the American Dream."

 

As the Roman Comedy writer Plautus Asinaria once warned us, "Lupus est homo homini" (Man is a wolf to man).

 

And so Mamet pits his sales personnel against each other.

 

Eric Burke plays a very lupine Richard Roma, the man at the top of the sales ladder, hawking swampland to rubes and widows.

 

Stephen Dietz, if you'll pardon my Yiddish, is the perfect schlemiel or schlimazel: his halting speech, shuffled uncertain steps, cowardly conchoidal posture and wincing expression create a rube of epic, indeed biblical, proportions.

 

MR Dietz and Dunn deserve an Off-Off-Broadway Tony for creating this pathetic James Lingk: the hen-pecked husband who wants Richard Roma to return his down payment and who inadvertently brings down Shelly Levene.

 

Norman Hall, a thirty-five year veteran to bay area stages, is astonishing as Shelly Levene.

 

Resting on laurels, airbrushed personal history and misplaced chutzpah, Hall's Shelly stands tall, attempting to cut deals with the devil, when he should be looking into term life insurance and possible scenarios for accidental deaths.

 

The show is a riot: it will take your mind off your troubles and the problems of the world.

 

Things could be worse: you could be Shelly headed into interrogation with Detective Baylen, for breaking in to your own place of business; or James Lingk trudging home, having to explain to a wife of Wagnerian proportions why you did not retrieve the down payment check for a piece of the Everglades.

 

Oh well, as the Stoic Seneca once said and as we say at my house, "Diligentia maximum etiam mediocris ingeni subsidium" (Diligence is a very great help even to a mediocre intelligence).

 

For tickets surf to RVP at www.rossvalleyplayers.com or call 415-456-9555.



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DRACUL: PRINCE OF FIRE

 

Reviewed by Jeffrey R Smith of the San Francisco Bay Area Theatre Critics Circle

 

The Crucible, an Educational Collaboration of Arts in West Oakland, is presently staging an immense, multimedia, spectacle: an amazing amalgam of fire, iron, bronze, modern dance, classical ballet, aerial gymnastics, swashbuckling, cult fiction, high and low tech effects, and a stirring drama: DRACUL: PRINCE OF FIRE.

 

Designed and directed by Michael Sturtz of Alameda, this is without doubt, the most creative and eclectic blend of performance and artistic elements to ever be staged in the bay area. The set alone is a shop teacher's pipe dream: 20,000 pounds of steel are forged, welded, riveted and fashioned—conforming to a set design by Benjamin Carpenter—into the stygian castle of the nefarious Prince Dracul. Props include a fire breathing dragon, the size a submarine, that is scary enough to dampen the knickers on a preschooler. This show is not for the anemic (no pun intended) nor for the faint hearted. The dragon, an epic pile of mobile metal and hydraulics, was designed and crafted by Dann Davis. As if the stage and dragon were not enough to build a psychic bridge to your phantasmagorical dream world, the whole set is laced with erupting fire: a pyromaniac would have a holiday.

 

The story line liberally borrows elements from a number of recognizable vampire traditions. Brad (danced by Ethan White) and Janet (danced by Kay Bohnstedt) venture in from the ROCKY HORROR SHOW. They are ushered in by a Riff-Raff clone (played by Simon Chaban) and are amongst the first innocents to mistakenly call upon the sanguivorous Prince Dracul (performed by Brett Womack).

 

Buffy the Vampire Killer (performed by Sadie Henderson)--an intrepid anti-vampire crusader ruthlessly ripped from RHONDA THE IMMORTAL WAITRESS--arrives to engage Prince Dracul in mortal combat. Thanks to wolf bane, garlic, crucifixes, holy water, crosses, silver bullets, wooden stakes and chivs, generous sponsors and inexplicable Nielsen ratings, Buffy miraculously survived six improbable sanguine seasons on television (It was enough to make you want to yank your TV cable up through your over-irrigated lawn and wrap it around your throat; think of it: AP&T's $44 million debt was incurred purchasing broadcast rights to schlock like BUFFY). Prince Dracul sends a hemorrhaging Buffy on to WASP heaven after one very well executed fight scene (choreographed by Jonathon Rider) and a pas de deux (choreographed by Viktor Streshinsky).

 

Homage to Michael Jackson's THRILLER—which made 14 minutes of music video history—is among the more conspicuous iconic splices. Nearly twenty dancers--faithful to the original choreography of Michael Peters—are lead by Prince Dracul—as they perform a stunning and faithful rendition of the graveyard ghouls. They are backed-up by a mega-sound system, fire and lighting (by Lucas Krech). Collectively, it is guaranteed to sling you back in your seat. The make-up (by Shamika Baker) is dramatic and faithful to the original (done for THRILLER by Rick Baker).

 

This performance piece is far from being staged on a traditional two dimension plane: this is a 3-D cabaret approaching the grandeur and whimsical magic—if not the scale—of the Moulin Rouge or Cirque du Soliel. Lithesome aerialists perform strenuous, yet graceful, gymnastics from ropes, poles and trapezes; fight scenes rival the tumbling of Kathy Rigby and Mary Lou Retton.

 

While the theme, i.e.Vampires, may seem too trite, gothic or emo to be taken seriously by the haute sophisticates or culture police, the performances are unequivocally top notch. No where this side of the Seine River are you likely to see such an extravaganza or partake of such a festival of sight and sound. The choreographer, videlicet Victor Kabaniaev, received formal training in Russia and has created over forty dance and ballet works. Tina Bohnstedt (Janet) is on loan from the Diable Ballet and Ethan White (Brad) is from the Smuin Dance Company.

 

The show is awash with Alamedeans: the staid hamlet of Alameda is secretly a Bohemia: a hot bed of talent and creativity. The Crucible offers them a place to go to share, learn, explore, create, and be inspired. Alameda talent is highly represented in DRACUL: Ake Grunditz and Leslie Frierman Grunditz created the emblematic centerpieces for the set: two immense gilded fire-breathing dragons. Other Alameda residents involved with The Crucible and DRACUL are Jennifer Harrity (Graphic Designer), Michael Sturtz (Founder and Executive Director), Neal Taikeff (Glass Instructor and Fabricator), Jan Schlesinger (Marketing Director), Michael Schiess (Head of Neon & Light Department), Christian Schiess, Norman Moore and Heather Wilson (Neon & Lights).

 

The show ends this weekend with a Gala performance on Saturday Evening, January 17th.

 

For more information on leaping out of the winter doldrums and into the fire, surf on over to info@thecrucible.org call THE CRUCIBLE at 510 444-0919.




MACBETH

 

Reviewed by Jeffrey R Smith of the San Francisco Bay Area Theatre Critics Circle

 

The Shotgun Players of Berkeley are currently performing William Shakespeare's MACBETH.

 

Until now, MACBETH has always been known as Shakespeare's bloodiest tragedy: it seems that everyone excepting the director, the stage manager and the man on lights dies.

 

There are so few survivors that the play is written without an epilog.

 

Given the casting and directing by Mark Jackson, the play is now amongst the sexiest.

 

Move over ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRA: you are about to be upstaged by one searing Lady Macbeth.

 

Blythe Foster plays a very calculating, sultry and steamy Lady Macbeth who mixes up her regicide with such ample doses of eroticism that she could send Polanski's MACBETH back to Poland.

 

If you thought Shakespeare was dull and priggishly Elizabethan, Miss Foster will certainly alter your perceptions about the politically ambitious.

 

When Ms Foster delivers the "unsex me here" speech, she achieves quite the opposite effect.

 

If Stoppard's SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE has any historical accuracy, the bard would strongly approve of Foster's Lady Macbeth.

 

Craig Marker gives a remarkable performance as Macbeth.

 

Superlative directing and acting is evidenced in MR Marker's brilliant transition from the halting, reluctant, insecure knight: the Thane of Cawdor, who is goaded and chided by Lady Macbeth, to a bold, arrogant butcher who is fueled by his own hubris, defiance of fate and mounting desperation.

 

As any school boy or girl knows, many Shakespearean clichés originate in Macbeth.

 

Unlike many actors and much to his credit, MR Marker speaks the "to-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow" soliloquy without sounding like he is merely reciting it.

It seems that one cannot attend a live performance in the bay area these days without witnessing an Alameda resident "strutting and fretting his (or her) hour upon the stage."

This production includes Daniel Bruno who appropriately cast as the dutiful and eloquent: Ross.

MR Bruno, who graduated from Alameda High in 1990, was conspicuously groomed for the professional stage by Alameda's Frederick L. Chacon.

Few theater companies achieve such a meteoritic ascent so as to go from a rented, rusty, drafty warehouse to their own cozy, high-tech theater in so few years.

It is also worth noting that the Shotgun Theater is completely off-the-grid: they generate all their climate control and electrical energy via solar power.

Imagine: what is arguably the best and obviously the most provocative Shakespeare in the Bay Area leaving no carbon footprint.

If you like shockingly great theatre, zero emissions and our environment, get thee to the Shotgun Player's MACBETH.

The show closes February 2nd and is not to be missed.

For tickets, surf on over to www.shotgunplayers.org or call 510 841-6500.