Starring: Maria
Dizzia, Emily Donahoe, David Andrew McMahon,
Garrett Neergaard and T. Ryder Smith
From the moment
that the lights are darkened and the theatre
is blackened, an ominous tone sets in as Darren
L. West’s eerie sounds begin to emanate.
Hooting owls, slow and steady footsteps and
the opening and closing of mysterious doors
resound throughout the theatre, leaving the
audience quivering in their seats, anxiously
anticipating the next spine-tingling event.
The four nameless
characters present a series of frightful vignettes
that alternate in length and in time period.
They each don Victorian style dresses and suits,
designed by Christal Weatherly, and bear wan
complexions - leaving the audience to wonder
if these people are in fact alive or just ghosts
revealing the innermost fears of the living.
Anne Washburn’s
script touches on a number of horrific themes
as the characters weave through the varying
story lines. Each actor offers their own somber
and fearful monologue. The most powerful occurs
when Maria Dizzia bemoans the enigmatically
placed light switch in her new apartment that
compels her to trek through her hallway in the
complete dark, when there may or may not be
an intruder standing right outside of her door.
Andromache Chalfant’s
dark and industrialized set compliments the
recurring, haunting scenes, enhancing the darkness
of the show, allowing the audience to feel as
though the set is an endless blackness from
which spirits and ghosts will never cease to
appear.
While many of
the scenes in Washburn’s show are somewhat
disjointed and confusing at times, it is apparent
that she is not trying to create a neat and
cohesively orchestrated play. In fact, she succeeds
in achieving the exact opposite, as nightmares
never seem to follow any direction, even that
of the dreamer’s.
Andrea
Reese's
Cirque Jacqueline
A One-Woman Play About Jacqueline Kennedy
Onassis
A Red Cross Benefit, 2005
Reviewed on October 10, 2005 by Caroline
Smith
She changed the White House.
Yes, she was a devoted wife and mother to
her children, but who really knew the charming
brunette behind her trademark Chanel sunglasses?
Jackie O. is a legend. In
a show written and peformed by her mirror
image, Andrea Reese, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis’
life bloomed on a tiny Off-Broadway stage.
For those who know little
about Jackie, Reese’s dainty movements
suggested a rose of a woman who stemmed from
royalty. Conversely, Jackie O’s doting
father was an alcoholic and her mother was
a woman hardened by the circumstances. Consequently,
Jackie’s childhood was framed by her
mother’s learned advice, “Your
choice of a husband is the most important
decision you’ll ever make.”
But young Jackie had dreams
of being in the circus. Do fairy tales really
do come true? Well, wouldn’t you know
it; she ended up in the biggest circus of
them all –
The White House. Reese takes us back to Jackie’s
first meeting with John F. Kennedy and we
are right there with her, gushing over his
charismatic Boston accent. And at the moment
of his assassination, Reese portrays a woman
who died when he died.
Reese has a beautiful understanding
of the woman who sustained the polished, public
persona but who, when the cameras weren’t
rolling, was hurting to the core. Moreover,
this show reveals a Jackie O. who is merely
someone like you or I yearning to be loved.
The men in her life had faded. In a scene
when Reese is improvising a dance with JFK,
she whispers, “Jack, don’t ever
leave me…”
Reese played a woman withering
from the overwhelming media attention especially
after the death of her husband. In one scene,
the mask she wore of herself cleverly mocked
the element of “togetherness”
of the wife of the former President. Privacy
was something Jackie learned over time and
coveted. Throughout a domino effect of tragic
events, Jackie remained a mother to her children,
first and foremost. She was determined to
give Caroline and John-John a normal life.
Everything that happened
to her: her husband’s affair(s), his
death, her marriage to Aristotle Onassis,
and then finally her own battle with cancer
were all pearls on the string she wore around
her neck. Reese is a skilled actress and honored
Jackie O.’s unshakable charm. It’s
unfortunate that I am too young to remember
the real person, but Reese evokes a woman
who, through all heartaches, genuinely loved
her life. There is something to be said about
that.
Andrea Reese is wonderful.
She has read up on every book and the inflection
in her voice down to the wave in her wrist
will give you the chills. In short, I left
the theatre feeling a little bit closer to
a role model.
Cirque Jacqueline
is directed by Charles Messina.
www.Jackieoshow.com
for ticket info/photos/contacts - Closes April
21, 2005
The Triad
Theatre |158
W. 72nd St. |Ph:
212-352-3101
Carrie Preston, Brenda
Wehle and Shirley Knight
in CYCLING PAST THE MATTERHORN
Photo: Joan Marcus
Deborah
Grimberg’s
Cycling Past the Matterhorn
Tuesday – Saturday Evenings @ 8PM
Matinees on Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays
@ 3 p.m.
Closes December 11th.
HAROLD CLURMAN THEATRE ON THEATRE ROW
Reviewed on October 18, 2005 by Caroline
Smith
Our eyes slanted with the
slant of the diagonal white backdrop. It was
a modern set for a heartfelt, “chicken
soup for the soul-esque” story. The
play opens with dry, witty British banter
between an aging mother and her colorblind,
clairvoyant daughter. Shirley Knight, an actress
who made her Broadway Debut in 1964 in Lee
Strasberg’s Three Sisters and
has performed in over 50 plays On and Off-Broadway
in regional theater and in England, also boasts
3 Golden Globes, 3 Emmies, and nine Emmy nominations
in television and film. Knight is lovely in
this new production of Cycling Past the
Matterhorn. A bit of a Mrs. Doubtfire,
she pattered about in a faded floral apron
while juggling cups of afternoon tea. And
her incessant bickering with her palm reading
daughter was funny and familiar to every mother
and daughter in the audience.
This is a play about being
blind before actually going blind; having
sight without having vision. When Esther (Knight)
tells her sister Anita, and daughter Amy,
that she is going blind, it’s almost
as if a clock on stage begins to quietly tick.
How will the rest of them cope? Anita, played
by the talented and eccentric Brenda Wehle,
orders Amy to stay home and care for her mother.
But Amy wrestles with her desire to move out
because caring for her mother would mean never
leaving the home front. Her decision to jump
into a marriage with a man whose palm she
knows more than his character is layered with
both logic and foolishness.
In true British form, the
script was impeccable. There is skill in unmasking
the comedy in tragedy and playwright Deborah
Grimberg does a great job of it. For instance,
in scenes when Esther is in her purple spandex
she has us beside ourselves with laughter.
During her mortified retelling of the sex
affair with the neighbor, we come to understand
that the jarring news of going blind has enlarged
her small world. The title becomes even clearer
when she buys a bicycle and expresses her
wonder at cycling past the Swiss mountain,
the Matterhorn.
Carrie Preston, who plays
daughter Amy, shares some thoughtful and vulnerable
quips with the audience and also with the
palms of people she touches on stage. The
age gap cannot be ignored, but her relationship
with her mother manifests new light when sight
may have surpassed them. Her father, who caused
Amy and her mother pain, and who we ironically,
never “see,” becomes smaller and
smaller in their conversation until the final
scene when both are ready to confront his
presence. This is a tender story with your
typical ingredients of pathos, humor, and
love without ever becoming trite. Director
Eleanor Holdridge has succeeded with this
sweet new play.
Farm Avenue Productions
is a new production company based in the UK
and Cycling is their first Off-Broadway project.
At the closing of the show, Shirley Knight
took her bow and graciously thanked the audience.
I felt like I had just left my grandmother’s
house, warmed by hugs and kisses.
Tickets for Cycling Past the Matterhorn
are priced at $55.00 and are now available
from TicketCentral.com
(212-279-4200).
For more information, please
visit www.cyclingpastthematterhorn.com.
Harold Clurman
Theater at Theater Row |
410 West 42nd St.

Will Kern's
Hellcab
Do You Dare Pay the Fare?
Remaining Shows:
Friday & Saturdays @10:30PM
December 9th & 10th
UNDER St. Marks
Hellcab:
The Ride of your Life!
Reviewed on November 5,
2005 by Anusha Alikhan
Ever been in a cab with
a couple of nymphomaniacs, a junkie and a
sock puppet ventriloquist? Here’s your
chance. At Rising Sun’s production of
Hellcab you can be part of it all.
The play, which opened yesterday, takes its
audience on a wild ride through the streets
of Chicago, on an at times hilarious, at times
freaky, and at times heart-warming account
of a cab driver’s wild and wondrous
encounters on the most bizarre shift of his
life.
Hell Cab is playing
at the Under St. Mark’s theatre, located
in the Lower East Side of New York City. Laura
Jellinek’s set design includes an open
concept life size frame of a yellow cab, providing
an intimate and realistic setting for the
play. Audience members sit inches away from
the stage in a living-room size underground
theatre, which may not allow for comfortable
seats but certainly adds to the experience.
And an experience it is.
From the entrance of Nic Melovi, the main
character, who provides an honest portrayal
of a frustrated but good-hearted cab driver,
to the wacky cast of characters who hop into
the backseat of his taxi for a lot more than
a ride.
There’s the dizzying
crackhead (Adam Purvis) who forces the anxious
driver around town in search of his next hit.
Purvis’ performance both as a spastic
junkie and later as a stuttering puppet ventriloquist
leaves the audience in splits.
Then there is the rape victim
(Elizabeth Burke) who reveals her ordeal to
the driver minutes after it occurs. This character
is the most dramatic of the players because
her experience and pain are so compelling
and tangible, one cannot help but recognize
the reality that the scene reflects. Burke
does an excellent job of conveying tension
and loneliness through her quiet resonating
delivery.
There are also the Christian
evangelists (David Anthony and Crystal Frenchschini)
who attempt to drag the cabbie to a Thursday
church sermon in a zealous effort to save
his soul. While they are unsuccessful in their
attempts their keen and comical portrayal
keeps the audience hooked.
Through humour, pain, and
common experience each of the strange characters
communicates a greater connection between
human beings and invites the audience to share
in this connection.
Director Akia and writer
Will Kern put together a bizarre and wonderful
production evoking a myriad of emotions from
the audience. In fact, by the end of the play
one wishes they could take the stressed cab
driver out for a beer. The play is endearing
particularly because between the tears, laughter,
shock, and lure you realize that this is life.
Strangers do become friends, lost souls can
be found, sex can be had just about anywhere,
and good listeners sometimes get into trouble.
Hellcab says it
all - it is not your typical night at the
theatre. So if the unusual is what you crave
head down to UNDER St. Mark’s for the
ride of your life!
UNDER St. Marks| 94 St. Marks Place
(Between 1st Avenue and Avenue A)
(No wheelchair access)