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Al Maysles…A Fond Farewell
With great sadness I just read my sister’s email that Al Maysles has died. It’s as if a spiritual father has left the cinema. Darker because of the sudden loss, but assured it will re-illuminate every time one of his powerful documentaries is shown.
I don’t make movies like Al…I’m too busy working out my neurotic wounds to be a fly on the wall, but I adore his films. Who doesn’t? They are smart, funny and like Al, very sensitive. I didn’t know his brother and partner David, but I admired their ability to work so well with each in such ground breaking films as Salesman and Gimme Shelter.
I remember being in the Hamptons in the early 70’s to hear painter Larry Rivers play sax in a small jazz club. And who was in the small audience but Edith Beale, the weird cousin of Jackie O, sitting quietly with that iconic scarf around her head. Grey Gardens had breathed fresh life into Edith and her mother, showing the world what is rarely seen, the underbelly hidden beneath the illusion of family, money and status.
When I went to see Al in the 90’s with a rough cut of my opus, Deep in The Deal, he was anything but flattering. This film, which featured my partner running around arguing with interviewees and me playing good cop to his bad, was nothing like a Maysles’ picture. Clearly, Al didn’t get what we were trying to do, but was so sweet in his critique. I am only sorry that now as I’m in post- post- post production, he will not get a chance to see the finished film.
One of my favorite moments with Al was the day I went shooting The Gates in Central Park. It was horrid weather, but I felt compelled to try and capture the feeling of Christo and Jeanne-Claude’s fascinating saffron installation and the people’s reactions to it. Al was making a film on The Gates and running around in a jalopy with his camera and small team. He invited me to hop on board and so we shot together for a few hours, everyone excited to see the great Al, he friendly and open, taking it all in stride. Afterwards, I was invited up to his spacious apartment in the Dakota for tea and toast, entertained by his brilliant wife Gillian. There were such good vibes in his home…his humor and sweetness permeated the space…I never wanted to leave.
photo courtesy of Maysles Productions
People Get Ready There’s a March in March
The month of March is very busy and includes the important March for Gender Equality and Women’s Rights on International Women’s Day, March 8, 2015.
The March for Gender Equality and Women’s Rights is being organized by UN Women in collaboration with the City of New York, NGO-CSW, the Working Group on Girls, the Man Up Campaign and the UN Women for Peace Association.
The march will take place on International Women’s Day (March 8) and commemorate the 20-year anniversary of the Fourth World Conference on Women and the adoption of the Beijing Declaration and Platform for Action. This event will celebrate the achievements women and girls have made around the world since 1995. It will also be an opportunity to underscore the need for political commitment to accelerate action to achieve gender equality by 2030.
We will start at the Dag Hammarskjold Plaza (47th street and 2nd avenue) at 2:30 pm and end at Times Square (42nd street and 7th avenue) at 5:00 p.m.
The march will be divided into three parts:
Part 1—A lively start at Dag Hammarskjold Plaza. The march will be flagged off by the UN Women Executive Director following a short program of 30 minutes. Eminent celebrities, a New York indigenous women’s group, and a girls’ dance troupe are on the programme.
Part 2—A 1.5-hour march from Dag Hammarskjold to Times Square. The march will be a celebration that will include singing, marching, raising slogans, and showing solidarity for gender equality and women’s rights. At the same time, the march will help point out the existing gaps and barriers to achieving gender equality.
Part 3—An evocative closing at Times Square. The 30-minute program will consist of raising a collective torch to showcase intergenerational partnership. The program will bring together Ambassador Gertrude Mongella, the UN Women Executive Director, the First Lady of New York, the UN Secretary General (TBD) and others. The program will conclude with a song and a call to achieve gender equality by 2030.
In terms of the choreography of the march, the participants will be divided into 12 blocks representing the 12 critical areas of concern in the Beijing +20 Platform for Action. These 12 blocks will be led by the first block that will represent the overall theme of Beijing+20 and Planet 50-50: Step It Up for Gender Equality – March for Gender Equality and Women’s Rights.
The 12 critical areas of concern are as follows:
1. Women and the environment
2. Women in power and decision-making
3. The girl child
4. Women and the economy
5. Women and poverty
6. Violence against women
7. Human rights of women
8. Education and training of women
9. Institutional mechanisms for the advancement of women
10. Women and health
11. Women and the media
12. Women and armed conflict
We are preparing 13 banners in addition to many placards, posters, and signs calling for gender equality and women’s rights. We also encourage your organizations to bring your messages to the event and messages and materials for campaigns regarding Beijing+20, gender equality and women and girls’ empowerment
Extensive outreach and mobilization is underway with an intention to bring between 10,000 and 20,000 people to march for gender equality. The last march of this magnitude for gender equality in New York City took place in the 1970s.
Everyone is invited to join the march and to spread the word far and wide using the hashtags #Beijing20 and #genderequalitymarch. Go to @UN_Women for coverage of the march.
Equal rights for Women’s is Rights is RIGHT!
Jerry Tallmer, Adieu
Despite the frigid temperatures, everything was war
m and witty at Theater for the New City’s beautiful send off to long time theatre critic Jerry Tallmer. Crystal Field, head honcho of the theatre opened up the evening of ruminations about this talented critic , one who was first to encourage the works of the radically different playwrights like Jean Genet, Brecht, Edwar Albee, Tom Stoppard and Sam Shepherd. God, he even created the Obies.
Ed Fancher, the remaining living founder of The Village Voice, gave a detailed history of the early days of the Voice and Tallmer’s contributions not only as writer, but delivery man. When Norman Mailer’s aggressive style with the news vendors proved too rough, Tallmer was the one to step in. He was the only one who really knew how to run a paper from his Dartmouth days and so it was left to him to drop off papers and oversee production with a printer in New Jersey every week.
Fancher described a much different Village with a sensibility the newbies can only envy. When the Voice needed to postdate pay checks by a few days, a local liquor shop offered to give the staff their salaries right on Friday; the owner confident that at least some of the writers have been known to drink a little…
It was a magical New York, fresh out of the locked up fifties and bursting with energy. When Billie Holiday was asked to perform for a benefit for The Voice, it was Tallmer who drove to Philadelphia, found a pretty juiced up Holiday, struggled in traffic and brought her to the show on time.
Baby Jane Dexter and pianist Steve Ross, two performers who were given the green light from Mr. Tallmer’s pen, performed a couple of songs, Dexter’s voice deep, rich and jazzy, and Ross, giving an old lower East Sider Irving Berlin , a chance to Put on the Ritz.
Another Jerry, Stiller, regaled the crowd with adorable anecdotes about his early days in Shakespeare, screamingly funny while his daughter Amy, read one of Tallmer’s reviews of her father’s performance, memorable primarily for the great acting of his scene partner, a dog.
From his NY Post days, we heard from journalist Diana Maychick who like many of the writers suggested that Tallmer’s erudition and generosity made for a very good mentor, indeed. Austin Pendleton was thrilled when he got a decent review, but even happier when Tallmer, who had become a friend, used to talk recipes with Austin’s wife, a Greek who knew something more than moussaka. I never quite got whether Tallmer cooked or not, but he did seem to have a refined palette and palate
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Two things I learned was that Tallmer was let go from the Post when he supported one of the newspaper unions’ strike. He had sailed through the Murdoch takeover, but showed true courage to given the publishing climate. Also, he was an air witness to one of the bombings of Nagasaki; surely something like that must have affected him in the way Kurt Vonngegut’s creative life was intensified by the destruction of Dresden.
Someone read a piece Tallmer wrote about Norman Mailer’s Town Hall debate with Jill Johnston and Germaine Greer. I’ve seen the film and everyone should read the article for themselves, as it speaks so much to the time of early feminism and sixties happenings.
Many references were made to the love of his life Frances Martin. She modestly only took a bow when heckled to do so and one can understand why this aesthetic man was so devoted to the lovely, Flamenco dancer.
The last speaker Lincoln Anderson of the Villager where Tallmer spent some of his third act was bubbling with the enthusiasm of a writer who most likely should have lived in the sixties, but does his best now to keep the political beat happening at this downtown rag. Like everyone, he was gracious in his admiration.
We’ve lost three journalists just this month: Bob Simon, Dave Carr and now Jerry Tallmer. Let’s hope there are equally inspired writers, women and men, ready to step into their shoes and media worthy of their talents.
The evening’s speakers: Crystal Field, Steve Ross & Baby Jane Dexter, Ed Fancher, abbey Tallmer, Austin Pendleton, Diana Maychick, Jonathan Slaff, Mario Fratti, John Sutter, Bill Ervolino and Lincoln Anderson.
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Letters read from Tom Stoppard, Terrence McNally, Merle Debuskey and Jules Feiffer. Photo courtesy of Rena Cohen
MOMA SPEAKS OUT for FREE EXPRESSION
Sir Harold Evans helmed a panel to discuss the merits of free and uncensored art. The sold out event was put together by Glenn D. Lowry and Klaus Biesenbach of Moma and Anne Pasternak of Creative Time in little more than a week. There is apparently a great hunger to discuss and try to understand the values of free expression in our increasingly dangerous world. The panelists included artists Sharon Hayes, Kadar Attia, comedian Aasif Mandviwala, Jason Mojica, Editor-in-Chief of Vice News, and Art History Professor Simon Schama. It was organized with the help of Creative Time.
Aasif: has more to do with coming up with a newsworthy act for al qaeda .
Simon: Art’s not the issue; we have to fight the gains of the Enlightenment all over again.
Jason: Vice didn’t publish Hebdo’s cartoon of Mohammed after the shooting because it wasn’t news.
Simon: Charlie didn’t ask people to kill. When free speech leads to murder…
Kader: Injury of colonization in France is deep; radical Islamism — there are legitimate reasons they are inspired.
Sharon: there is great complexity…
It wasn’t the most coherent discussion but it was lively and important. We need to talk about these things…like why we’re still supporting a relationship with fundamentalist Saudi Arabia while bloggers get a thousand lashes and women fight for the right to drive.
I would have liked to have discussed Hustler Magazine’s 1978 cover of a woman in a meat grinder. It was shocking and ugly. Not everyone has a god, but we all have a mother… Still, I don’t think Larry Flynt was shot for that cover and perhaps he was really trying to make a point, ironic though it seems. It’s a strong image and might have made even more of a point if it had been a cartoon
Piss Christ’s Andres Serrano sat behind me; one artist who has had to deal with objections to his transgressive and beautiful work.
As Ms. Schwartz, my neighbor to the right said as we were leaving, “we let them march in Skokie. That’s freedom.”
OK, HERE I go AGAIN
Holocaust Remembering, and Yes, Jokes, too.
None of my relatives were killed in the holocaust. At least, no one that I knew. My grandparents came to this country in the late 1800’s and if I had ancestry over d’ere, they probably died in pogroms before Hitler had the idea to erase all Jewry.
Because my father ran a movie theater, I was exposed early on to the horrific news footage that was brought back by cameraman during WW2. The emaciated naked bodies of Europe’s Jews and Gypsies were an early image in my head. I watched lots of cartoons, too, but the films of the first cinematically archived genocide were my key to understanding that life can’t be understood.
I am not religious. I’ve appreciated certain laws of the Torah when explained, but those conversations are rare. I like the symbolism of the holidays, but I don’t keep them much anymore. The one thing, however, that always reminds me that I’m Jewish is first, humor and second, the Holocaust. I laugh at myself before others catch the joke and I have a deep identification with the six million who perished at the hands of the mad machine. I am a perfect combination in that I can even laugh at weird holocaust jokes that I’ve seen online, like “Why did Hitler kill himself” …”He got the gas bill”…awful, awful, but a release to laugh and cry every time I see The Diary of Anne you-know-who.
I’d hardly be the first to consider the importance of the Holocaust in reminding Jews that they are Jewish. Perhaps a younger generation feels the connection less strongly, but for my crowd, people who never ventured inside a synagogue except to attend a Bar Mitzvah or crash Joan Rivers’ funeral, the mere mention of Hitler and these pagans are suddenly reunited with their roots. Maybe a few generations after the Great Forty Day Schlep through the Sinai, people talked about the hardship and experienced their communal pain and rage at Moses as if it were yesterday. Disasters have a way of uniting people.
The Holocaust, many feel, justifies Israel’s right to exist, even when they may secretly abhor the violence that continues there with the Palestinians. Surviving an ordeal like the Holocaust is a terrible wound and if one would let it, could be one of the best excuses to do nothing. The Irony is that survivors rarely used excuses but continued to live life so fully that it takes one’s breath away. I remember once staying in the Catskills, at Grossingers Hotel, and my Father commenting on how much food the diners were consuming at the table next to us. Every time a waiter asked if more grub was required, they all yelled yes, and platters of food came marching out, like soldiers. When my Mother told us that she had overheard they had all been at one of the camps, all refugees, it occurred to me that they may have felt like they were still starving inside. And yet they showed up.
In honor of Holocaust Remembrance, I just finished A.N. Wilson’s bio on the little man, Adolf and saw the very good one man show, Wiesenthal, about Simon Wiesenthal, Nazi hunter. I may attend more events or I might just watch The Producers again. Either way, it’s a story that sticks in ribs and never lets me forget that I’m lucky, one, and two, a Jew.
Could this event have triggered the Charlie Hebdo massacre?
(c) The Art Newspaper 1/3/15
My first reaction to the tragedy in Paris was to post my own irreverent art as a symbol of solidarity (under lambstara on twitter). Then as I cooled off, not hard to do in this weather, I immersed myself in radio chat and Facebook reactions. Weeding through diverse responses, though mostly shock and sadness like my own, I was sent an email from an art website.
According to the The Art Newspaper (1/3/14), France was to hold a conference next week at The Institut du Monde in Paris. Its purpose was to attempt to bring closeness and understanding by “offering a more hopeful vision of the Arab world, than the well-known brutalities of the Islamic State and civil war in the Middle East.” Entitled “The Renewal of the Arab World”, it was to look at the areas in which it believes change is most needed–to develop an economically thriving, liberal, civil society, beginning with teaching methods. There would be talks on fostering entrepreneurship, renewable energy, the emergence of women (one of the speakers is Lama Al Sulaiman, the deputy chairwoman of the chamber of commerce and industry in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia) and how creativity and the art market are pushing the boundaries. This segment would be chaired by a woman, Anna Somers Cocks. Wow.
Zaki Nusseibeh, a senior figure in the Emirati political world, and Antonia Carver of the Art Dubai art fair, and four Emirati museum women were on the slate as well as business people and intellectuals from all over the Arab world. And dinner at the Quai d’Orsay. Magnifique. With Jack Lang, The Institut’s president since 2013, it would be a great affair; after all, he was the radical minister of culture (1981-86 and 1988-92) under President François Mitterrand and has been the force behind the revival.
What will he do now?
It occurred to me that this act of terrorism could have been a way to destabilize the efforts of Monsieur Lang and the Institut. It may have been cooked up to destroy an event that had the potential to shift ideological positions. For certainly art and culture can do that. Art is dangerous, especially for groups that want war and thrive on hatred. Art has the power to open up the heart and help change the mind, two things that extremists seemingly cannot tolerate.
I hope it is not cancelled.
Killing Two Birds…and I don’t mean North Korean Leaders
In LA during the hooplah lala over the film The Interview, so of course, it made sense to try and catch a screening to boost sales and the American Way of self-expression. Not a particularly huge fan of the previews I had seen, but when I read that there was a 10:30 show at The Crest Theatre in Westwood, I made a beeline.
The Crest has been restored and seems to be run by a sister/brother team of Weezie and DJ.With deep New Orleans roots, DJ is so hospitable, that when my Uber ride dropped me off almost forty minutes early, he let me come in and salivate over the Art Deco inner world. As my father had a theatre, I’m a huge fan of the one -screen houses and The Crest is certainly that, even keeping its projecter to show real film instead of only digital like most theatres these days.
The etched glass, the sunburst reliefs, the navy blue ceiling with tiny stars —it all makes for a completely romantic environment. When DJ suggested i take a sofa seat, I curled up on one of the six or so sofas with my $2.50 bag of real popcorn, ready to face whatever indignities Seth Rogan could throw my way.
I didn’t find anything particularly funny despite being a Rogan fan. I like crude. Just last nite I saw National Lampoon’s Dirty Movie and shamedly found myself howling. But Interview’s script didn’t hit any of my bones. I didn’t laugh until Rogan makes a comment about second hand smoke on a train in China. HIs willingness to be hypocritical and weak give him an odd strength which is fun to watch.
The political and media hype for the film release might have been the real star of The Interview if actor Randall Park as Kim Jong Un hadn’t been so good. His fem/masculine portrayal is fun and brave, especially with the real Un still alive and probably fuming. Park plays it full out, balancing sweet and diabolical in quite arresting ways. Sorry I couldn’t say the same for Franco whose dancing mouth, much like Timothy Spall’s pig snorting in Turner, needed to take a rest.
But then there’s The Crest. With its wonderful marquee and magic vibes of yesteryear, I felt privilieged to be a guest.
Must See for Kids and Your Inner Child: Swamp Juice, 3 D shadow puppet show
I always figure if I ever go to prison I can still make theater with dancing my hand against the cell wall. But that would imply a room with a view so that light could shine in— I guess I better not get busted till I tire of the magic of shadow puppetry.
Jeff Achtem is the creator and star of “Swamp Juice”, an interactive, immersive shadow puppet show that is having its North American premiere at the Barrow Street Theatre. His swamp is inhabited by a biological community of crossovers from Dr. Seuss and South Park, all over lorded by his imperial weirdness, Mr. Achtem. A virtual whirligig of motion, crazed sound effects and otherworldly dialogue, Achtem stirs up his delicious brew right before our eyes, in front of a bare light bulb 
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Theoriginal score is composed by David Henry, Nick Carver and Tristan Kelley.
His puppets are created from bits of rubbish and standard household items. Very green. Nothing wasted. The audience is encouraged to get involved and once the first kid yells out ‘Wedding!’, anything goes for the ‘adults.
At the show’s remarkable finale, retro 3-D glasses allow audience members to virtually leap into the world. Survival of the fittest was never this much fun before and Mr. Acthem, who also sells kits to take home, really understands the point of 3-D. You want to duck your head before the flying whatchamacallit takes off your toupee or else it just ain’t 3d.
This adorable show gives new meaning to multi-tasking and left me with the thrill of having won 10,000 points on a pinball machine.
“Swamp Juice” plays 32 performances at The Barrow Street Theatre, 27 Barrow Street, from November 28 to January 4, with an Off-Broadway opening on Tuesday December 2 at 7:30pm
Thanks, for No More Violence Against Women
Photo credit:(http://www.ticotimes.net/2014/11/19/making-the-invisible-visible-in-nicaragua-women-journalists-call-for-equality)
As the latest news of rapes on college campuses and <strong>Bill Cosby’s </strong>’audition’ tactics hit the airwaves, I am thankful that there is indeed an International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women. This global issue needs as much attention as possible to give victims a public forum to tell their stories in safety and to eradicate the crimes which have become a way of life for so many women and often their children.
Last week women from ten chapters of <strong>IAWRT</strong>. (International Association of Women in Radio and Television) met in Granada, Nicaragua for a regional conference. This was held in collaboration with <strong>Puntos de Encuentro</strong>, a Managua-based NGO that uses multimedia and communication for social change. Under the strategic banner of South to South Cooperation, we shared experiences, skills and strategies to respond to and end violence against women around the globe.
I was surrounded by media makers from Uganda to Honduras. The IAWRT board members have about two hundred years of media experience amongst them, from documentaries, to radio and television, and print. The opportunity to hear from seasoned journalists about one, their experiences of violence in their home countries, and two, issues of safety when trying to report the news, was hugely important for the young women from Central America who living under the veil of machismo, need the support to grapple with their problems.
In a world where Virgin Galactic customers are planning recreational trips to galaxies beyond, it is completely unfathomable that our earthlings still permit men to hurt women. From brides being punished or killed for inadequate dowries in India to genital mutilation in Tanzania to rapes in Honduras to long-earned maternity- leave rights being reduced in Norway, no country is free from the endemic quality of gender violence.
At this conference in still recovering yet hospitable Nicaragua, we learned how to protect ourselves while gathering a story, how to shoot a film on an iPhone and shared various styles of storytelling for their effectiveness. <strong>CEDAW</strong> (Convention on the Elimination of All Forms of Discrimination against Women) was explained to the attendees. This national conference will take place in many cities throughout the US next year with a goal to get municipalities to adopt CEDAW as a city ordinance as part of Beijing Plus 20. (http://www.un.org/womenwatch/daw/cedaw/)
There is a lot of power behind the push to wake up and tell the stories, but there are institutions that try to stand in the way. Policemen in Honduras systematically rape women and ignore their complaints, instilling fear of retaliation as a punishment for telling the truth. When I asked a woman from Guatemala if the church was helpful, she called it ‘the oppressor”. In private she told me of women beaten by their husbands are told that “they must take it, as that is marriage”, or even worse, “only God can change their husbands.”
Often if women progress in the work field and the men in their lives don’t move forward, the men take out their frustration on the easiest target. And when the 99 percent struggle to hold on under UC (Unfettered Capitalism), it is the women and children and Mother Nature who take the biggest hit.
When the IAWRT organized a parade around the Granada, I wasn’t sure if it made sense. But I needn’t have worried. The act of making the signs for the demonstration was incredibly bonding and when everyone dressed up in their native costumes stepped onto the square, it was a powerful demonstration with just a touch of Fellini. I carried a Citizen of Woodstock Nation sign so that Abbie Hoffman could make an appearance. The crowd was sparse because of the rain, but when seeing the little school children look out their classroom windows, it all made sense. They got the message right away: that courageous mothers and sisters were standing up for their rights.
Because stories then create a desire for facts, here are a few from the UN:
• 35% of women and girls globally experience some form of physical and or sexual violence in their lifetime with up to seven in ten women facing this abuse in some countries.
• It is estimated that up to 30 million girls under the age of 15 remain at risk from FGM/C, and more than 130 million girls and women have undergone the procedure worldwide.
• Worldwide, more than 700 million women alive today were married as children, 250 million of whom were married before the age of 15. Girls who marry before the age of 18 are less likely to complete their education and more likely to experience domestic violence and complications in childbirth
It is the duty and privilege for women in the media to report on these stories and to do it with impunity. In the wonderful documentary Gulabi Gang, (www.gulabigang.in),an intrepid village activist in Bundelkhand, India valiantly purses cases of violence against women, forming her own vigilante group, hitting men with a stick and taking the cases are far as she can in the legal system. Pink Power.
The more women have the opportunity to talk and share stories, the more chance they have to challenge their situations, create better lives, and improve the world for all us.
I say Thank You on this holiday week to my new sisters in strength: Racheal, Valerie, Liz, Rose, Gerd, Samina, Sue Ann, Sheila, Khedija, Martha, Adriana, Debbie Ann, Ananya, Violet, Leticia, Amy, Patricia, Eunice, Vanessa, Maria, Roscio, and all the other wonderful women who shared this important time with me. And to Howard for his help and Cesar our driver with his own daughters… you are pretty cool, too.
Inspecting Romeo & Juliet
Raymond Chandler does Romeo and Juliet. Not quite, but there is a lively sense of street to this Onomatopoeia Production at the Gene Frankel Theater, directed by Thomas R. Gordon. From Tybalt as played by a redheaded, switchblade rat catcher, (Paige Kresge) to Mercutio’s (Sean Fitzharris) constant stream of phallic jokes, this small company brings something fresh to the Montagu/Capulet clan. Though performers went up on their lines a bit in the beginning, when Juliet (Kate Gunther), appears, magic hits the stage. She is lithe, with a blonde short do that gives her a perky sultriness mixed with the real yearnings of a teen. This all shifts when she meets swarthy Romeo (Matt Bloch) and her hormones grow up in front of us. Her nurse (Lauriel Friedman), though a young actress, gives a salty performance as she lives vicariously through her young ward. This is a couple who look forward to a marriage, but you know they’re really thinking of sex.
We are asked before the start of the play which direction we‘d like to see different characters play, i.e., should Romeo be aggressive or really peace-loving. The audience voted for aggressive and indeed, his attempts at making peace with his enemy seemed untrue…as if he really didn’t want to, no matter that he was in love. That’s what I realized about the play for the first time… it didn’t’ really seem to be a play about romantic love anymore, but a play about the lack of love. Sure, the famous couple are stung by a hyped up cupid … but who knows how long it would have lasted if they had been allowed to live happily ever after? Today, I saw the story much more in terms of the families who thrive on resentments and rage. Old wounds become new wounds. How so like our entire planet today…from macro to micro. The energy of hate fuels so many of the lives and gives purpose as it does to Shakespeare’s characters. What kind of sacrifice will it take to stop our global feuds?
All the players of this Verona do a good job and will get better when they are more relaxed with the text. In keeping with the Chandler-type mood, jazzy musical l interlude work very well as does Brian Henderson’s lighting. www.theotheatrecompany.com
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