- Discount - Adobe Creative Suite 5.5 Web Premium MAC
- Download Aurora Media Workshop
- Buy Excel 2010 For Dummies Quick Reference (en)
- Download Microsoft Visual Studio Professional 2012 (32-bit)
- 29.95$ Ashampoo Burning Studio 8 cheap oem
- Discount - Lynda.com - Photoshop for Designers: Layer Effects
- Buy OEM Autodesk AutoCAD LT 2014 (32-bit)
- Buy Cheap Adobe Dreamweaver CS6 Student And Teacher Edition
- Download Microsoft AutoRoute 2011 Europe
- Buy Cheap Autodesk Maya 2011 (64-bit)
- Buy OEM Steinberg Cubase 5
- Buy OEM Lynda.com - Project Management Fundamentals
|Winged Ovation: "The Birds," at Lincoln Park through August 13|
|Theatre - Reviews|
|Written by Mike Schulz|
|Tuesday, 08 August 2006 22:37|
Oh man, how I'm going to miss Don Wooten.
The Genesius Guild founder, who will be retiring from active Guild duties after this, his 50th season with the organization, kicked off Saturday night's production of Aristophanes' The Birds with a few opening remarks to the Lincoln Park audience, and as is often the case, they were the most sincere, relaxed, and effortlessly amusing words heard all night. (Wooten also serves as The Birds' director and, uncredited, wrote its faithful but very loosely structured Genesius adaptation.)
With delightful bluntness, Wooten summarized the inherent difficulties in staging Greek comedies, saying that while works of this sort enthralled crowds in their day, "They aren't very funny." He explained the plot of the evening's show with succinct clarity, and earned a chuckle by revealing that on the Greek playwright's list of human pests - including lawyers and tax assessors - that must be contended with, "Aristophanes put poets first." He mentioned the season-closing comedy's unusually long running length, saying that The Birds would last roughly an hour and 15 minutes, or "an hour 20 if you laugh." He even managed to ask for donations without making us feel the least bit guilty about it.
Wooten is a charming, engaging speaker, but audiences shouldn't be fooled by his grandfatherly countenance - he also has a playfully wicked sense of humor. His adaptation of The Birds, like past season-enders for Genesius Guild, peppers a classical story and structure with comedic references to national celebrities, events, and disgraces; the evening's heartiest laugh came when one character described another as "the kind of man who'd shoot quail in Texas." And not just national disgraces - The Birds' gags about Ann Coulter and Libertarians sit comfortably alongside jabs at emerging pork plants and the Moline City Council. (This, however, isn't mere artistic license, as Wooten revealed in his pre-show comments that Greek comedies, in their day, continually poked fun at local institutions and politicians.)
And in The Birds, Wooten even pulls off clever comedic bits through song; an introductory routine between Pat Flaherty's Pithetairos and Peter Soderberg's Euelpedes manages to set the tone of the show, summarize the plot, and throw in a series of pop-and-local-culture asides in about two minutes of stage time. And the tune this number is being performed to? A 1932 ditty entitled "Let's All Sing Like the Birdies Sing." Priceless.
Not all of Wooten's ideas here pan out. The introduction of Tom Moldy (Bryan Woods) and Dana Scuzzie (Melita Tunnicliff) - of the "Generation X Files" - is a gag that's at least a decade past its prime, and the constant references to the show's play-within-a-play formula become a little exhausting, and are sometimes downright confusing; occasionally, we're not sure if comic routines are meant to be parodies of theatrical clunkiness or are, in fact, the real thing.
This particular deficiency would be less pronounced if the production's many cast members - 30, if I counted correctly - played Wooten's script with so much speed and confidence that we didn't have time to notice the bum jokes and occasional awkwardness. But too many of the show's participants look distractingly unsure of themselves - as if they know they're supposed to be funny but don't quite know why - and the pacing tends to drag; there are a lot of holes between the end of one performer's line and the beginning of another's.
A few make fine impressions. Dan Kuhn appears to be having fun as a Woodstock-era hippie in the guise of a poet; he displays a zonked stoner charm. Earl Strupp delivers some amusingly aggrieved line readings as Poseidon; Thomas Matheu's makes a joyfully hyperactive entrance as one of the messengers; and Jonathan Gregoire, despite not being on stage nearly enough, is enjoyable as the nervous, in-hiding-for-really-good-reason Prometheus. Patti Flaherty, never less than wonderful, makes her Iris both a blowzy, good-time gal and a vocally intimidating powerhouse. And the professionalism of Flaherty's real-life husband, Pat, and Peter Soderberg provides the show with a solid anchor - I wish they gave the impression that they were having more fun.
Because, more often than not, the audience is. Ellen Dixon's colorful, hilariously hodgepodge costumes are practically a night's entertainment all to themselves (it's no insult to say that the wardrobe looks spectacularly amateurish), and every time the show threatens to unravel, something - an unexpectedly brilliant joke, a septet of dancing birds - will start you smiling all over again. The Birds is silly, it's sloppy, it's corny ... and it's Don Wooten. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
For more information, visit (http://www.genesius.org).
Tags See All Tags