CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
Giacomo Puccini’s first outstanding success was “Manon Lescaut,” the musical setting of Abbé Prévost’s renowned (and banned in France) novel’s tale of love, desire and betrayal set against the backdrop of 18th-century France and Louisiana. Premiering in 1893, this opera marked Puccini’s initial triumph and remains a timeless testament to his melodic mastery.
Winter Opera, under the direction of Gina Galati, continued to enchant audiences in its 17th season with its own captivating rendition of “Manon Lescaut” on January 19 and 21. I have it on good authority this is the first staging of “Manon Lescaut” in St. Louis, though I can’t confirm that. But, even if it has been stage in St. Louis, it’s been a long, long time.
Puccini’s daring adaptation of the story underscores his commitment to infusing the narrative with genuine Italian passion. Despite the familiar theme of a classic love triangle, the richness of Puccini’s musical language elevates the emotional depth of the plot.
This production boasts exceptional vocal performances, notably Zoya Gramagin and Taylor Comstock, who breathe life into the titular characters of Manon Lescaut and Chevalier des Grieux, respectively. Gramagin’s soprano effortlessly commanded attention, imbuing Manon with a poignant blend of vulnerability and strength. Comstock’s powerful tenor captured the fervor of des Grieux’s ardor, soaring to majestic heights in moments of impassioned pleading.
Photo by Peter Wochniak, ProPhotoSTL
Joseph Park’s portrayal of Geronte, the wealthy older suitor, exuded a commanding presence complemented by a rich bass that added depth to the ensemble. Jonathan Stinson’s rendition of Manon’s brother, Lescaut, provided robust support to the narrative, while the ensemble cast delivered a varied tapestry of emotions—from merriment to despair—with finesse.
Under the baton of Edward Benyas, the orchestra delivered a seamless fusion of music and drama, guided by Geovonday Jones’s meticulous stage direction. Scott Loebl’s scenic design evoked the opulence and desolation of 18th-century settings, complemented by Michael Sullivan’s evocative lighting. This achievement was especially noteworthy considering the company’s modest budget for two performances (three if you count the dress rehearsal).
Jen Blum-Tatara’s costumes and Laura Skroska’s props enhance the production’s authenticity, transporting audiences to a bygone era.
Despite occasional inconsistencies in the libretto, Winter Opera’s production shines through its musical performance and cohesive direction. The company’s commitment to staging lesser-known works should be commended because it offers audiences a chance to discover/rediscover operatic gems like “Manon Lescaut.”
Winter Opera’s rendition of “Manon Lescaut” is a testament to the enduring allure of Puccini’s music. With satisfying performances, meticulous direction and lean-yet-evocative production values, this production should make a lasting impression on audiences and continue to warm local opera-goes in during the colder months.
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
Twice in the past month the Fox Theatre has hosted musicals based on films with the heavy stamp of the genius that was Robin Williams. Divorcing these properties – “Aladdin” and “Mrs. Doubtfire” – of Williams’s imprimatur is no mean feat, and both succeed in exactly the same way: by casting the lead roles with performers who bring their own distinctive and distinctively different talents. This is true, of course, of most performances (i.e., comparing one actor’s Hamlet to another’s), but it is even more of a consideration with the film-to-stage adaptations.
“Mrs. Doubtfire” is the second of the two recent productions, and although it is slightly less successful than the Disney property, it is still a fun and entertaining way to spend approximately 2 ½ hours in the post-holiday sugar-crash. I was especially looking forward to Rob McClure’s performance in the title role as Daniel Hillard and his alter ego, the hip old granny, Euphegenia Doubtfire – a performance that’s received consistently good marks during this production’s tour.
Opening night at the Fox, McClure was replaced by Alex Branton, who usually plays in the Ensemble and as the Director. It’s hard to know what I may have missed by the absence of McClure, but doubt now. It is to Branton’s credit (and talents) that his two-fer performance was such a delightful sweep through this charming, cross-dressing story of divorce, desperation and the dynamics of family – filled with 20 musical numbers, zingy one-liners and a plenitude of pop-up dances.
To paraphrase a Mrs. Doubtfire-ism, the key to solid production is laughter, and Branton and his fellow performers deliver a satisfying patter of well-executed physical comedy and inventive (if not evenly memorable) musical numbers. “Mrs. Doubtfire” is directed by Jerry Zaks, with music and lyrics by brothers Wayne and Karey Kirkpatrick and a book by Karey Kirkpatrick and John O’Farrell.
As the increasingly harried Daniel/Euphegenia, Branton was impressively frantic as he pivoted from moments drama to slapstick, song-and-dance and even onstage costume changes. Branton’s ability to seamlessly and believable toggle between the demands of this role is one of the show’s bona fide strengths. One of the best Branton moments is the up-tempo, pop inflected “Easy Peasy,” during which he learns to prepare a meal with the help of an energetic ensemble of back-up cooks. The number had the same lively vibe as the “Hot Chocolate” song in the movie “The Polar Express.” “Easy Peasy” is one of the best numbers choreographed by Lorin Latarro.
“Mrs. Doubtfire” is more than a one-housekeeper show. Joining Branton is Maggie Lakis (McClure’s real-life spouse) as Miranda, Daniel’s exasperated wife/ex-wife. Aaron Kaburick (reprising his Broadway role and is a native of Carlinville, Ill.) is Frank, Daniel’s hair stylist brother. It seems redundant to describe Frank, who shouts whenever telling a lie (which is often), as comic relief in a musical filled with comedy, but that’s exactly Kaburick’s achievement.
Nik Alexander plays Andre, Frank’s husband, and provides one of the best performances of the evening. Together with Frank, Daniel, Andre and the Ensemble, Alexander delivers a clever, show-stopping wonder with “Make Me a Woman.” Equally strong in her own way was Giselle Gutierrez as Lydia, the eldest daughter. Gutierrez displayed confidence and mature poise while delivering “Just Pretend,” a nuanced, poignant father-daughter duet.
As Miranda’s hunky himbo love interest, Stuart, Leo Roberts’s uneven acting and muffled dialogue (there were also numerous mic’ing issues during the show) were more than offset by his booming performance of “Big Fat No” – quite unexpected in a very good way.
“Mrs. Doubtfire” closes with “As Long As There Is Love,” a song that resonates with the show’s message of inclusion and a modern, expanded notion of what constitutes a family.
The song is not the strongest in the show, but it would have served as the appropriate ending. There’s an extraneous, unnecessary epilogue scene after the song, with Mrs. Doubtfire using hand puppets to reinforce the song’s theme of families coming in all sizes, shapes and genders.
This ending required another Mrs. Doubtfire-ism: “I Admire That Honesty, Natalie, That’s A Noble Quality. Never Lose That, Because It Often Disappears With Age, Or Entering Politics.”
Performances of “Mrs. Doubtfire”” at the Fabulous Fox run through January 7. Show times vary. Tickets on sale now at MetroTix.com or by calling 314-534-1111. For more information, visit www.fabulousfox.com
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
When my children were young, back in the days of VHS, I endured countless hours of Disney’s Aladdin playing as the main feature (“Sit, Daddy, and watch with me!”) and as background noise while I performed my parental duties (Dad! Quit vacuuming! We’re trying to waaatch!).
Even then, the segments featuring Robin Williams as the Genie held up to numerous viewings in the same way I can still watch and rewatch clips of him on the Tonight Show or elsewhere without experiencing the law of diminishing return. Like many of his other performances, Williams’s Genie was a tour de force that imprinted that film with a force so majeure that I turned off the Hoover – and only his voice was onscreen.
I didn’t then, nor do not now, much care for the story that knits together Aladdin’s other characters. The Aladdin/Jasmine love story, the bland villainy of Jafar and the father-doesn’t-know-best efforts of the Sultan closely hew to so many other caricaturistic Disney characters that I’m left feeling more than a little meh. The mileage of youngsters will, of course, differ, vary and supersede my own.
But, still, there’s something about that that Genie. It’s all about the Genie. And thus, my evaluation of the success of the stage adaptation hinges on who plays the Genie – and how. In the case of the second touring production (of the 2011 Broadway musical) that flew across the Fox Theatre stage for about as long as a good magic carpet ride (December 12-17), Marcus M. Martin delivers an outsized, turn-it-to-11 performance that deserves its place in some sort of Genie Hall of Fame.
Martin’s performance left me thinking, “Robin Williams, who?” He was antic and frantic, equal parts Falstaff and Madea, with the moves of Fat Albert crossed with a dancer from Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo. Martin has been given most of the best quips and quotes in the show – delivered with the same transgressive brio of Jim Carrey in The Mask: “Somebody stop me!”
Martin could probably work his magic naked on a bare stage, but, of course, that wouldn’t happen with a family-friendly Disney property. So, his performance (and that of all the other characters) was made so much the better and more dazzling thanks to the direction and choreography of Casey Nicholaw and costume designs by Gregg Barnes.
This lavish production had a colorful, “spare no expense” sheen throughout, especially the set design by Bob Crowley and projections by Daniel Brodie. A particular standout was the properly monikered Cave of Wonders with so many (and so many clever types of) treasures that would put Smaug’s Lair to shame – all blazingly illuminated by Natasha Katz’s lighting design.
“Aladdin” includes all of the songs of the original film as well as new songs — all beautifully orchestrated by Danny Troob. I was curious to see how the film’s iconic “A Whole New World,” the love ballad between Aladdin (played by an engaging Aaron Choi) and Jasmine (played by an equally engaging Senzel Ahmady), would be presented. In the film, this magic carpet ride high above the city was relatively easy to achieve. The laws of physics don’t apply in animation.
The staged version did not disappoint. Though perhaps not as impressive as the helicopter scene in Miss Saigon, this production uses a dark night sky and a meandering, dimly lit mechanical “carpet” upon which the two lovers sing their duet. It was as subtle and beautiful as the Cave of Wonders was brash and brilliant.
Choi and Senzel had a believable chemistry together, as did Aladdin’s gang admirably portrayed by Jake Letts as Babkak, Nathan Levy as Omar and Colt Prattes as Kassim.
Disney’s Aladdin ran December 12-17 at the Fox Theatre, 500 North Grand Boulevard.
Disney Theatrical Productions under the direction of Thomas Schumacher presents Aladdin, the North American tour, music by Alan Menken, lyrics by Howard Ashman and Tim Rice, book and additional lyrics by Chad Beguelin, starring: Adi Roy (Aladdin), Marcus M. Martin (Genie), Senzel Ahmady (Jasmine), Jake Letts (Babkak), Colt Prattes (Kassim), Ben Chavez (Omar), Anand Nagraj (Jafar), Aaron Choi (Iago) and Sorab Wadia (Sultan) directed and choreographed by Casey Nicholaw
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
The holiday zeitgeist feels different this year. Maybe it’s because we need some relief from the unrelenting news cycles filled with war, strife and discord. Or maybe we’re still emerging – chrysalis-like – from the lingering fog of the COVID pandemic. Or maybe it’s due to that fabulously fun new Christmas album that Cher just dropped.
No matter the reason, the feeling in the air is that “…we need a little music, need a little laughter / need a little singing ringing through the rafter / and we need a little snappy, happy ever after,” to quote Jerry Herman’s “We Need A Little Christmas.” Delivering more than “a little” Christmas is Cirque Du Soleil’s supersized, supercharged and super-athletic “’Twas the Night Before…,” running at the Fabulous Fox through December 10.
“Twas the Night Before…,” which debuted several years ago, is the first holiday show – make that spectacle – by Cirque du Soleil. It’s loosely based on Clement Clarke Moore’s chestnut, “A Visit from Saint Nicholas.” The show follows the poem’s storyline using Cirque’s creative interpretation of circus arts – aerobatics, gymnastics, tumbling, juggling, diabolo yo-yos, clown bike and the like. Of course, Cirque being Cirque (under the direction of senior artistic director, James Hadley), the show envelopes the performers with over-the-top staging that includes a stunning amount of tinsel, props and fake snow that creates an immersive, richly saturated experience.
The show’s recorded soundtrack is equally creative and pulse-pounding without being overwhelming. According to Jean-Phi Goncalves, the show’s musical composer, “My goal in creating this music was to introduce a little holiday surprise in every track. By taking the essence of these Christmas classics…and adding a modern twist with electronics, big drums and fat basses, we were able to reveal them in a completely new light. I like to think that the reconstructed pieces speak to Christmas music lovers as well as those who have yet to embrace the genre.”
The percussive soundtrack achieves all that – and more. It’s a major contributor to the propulsive nature of “Twas the Night Before…” The show is one the “fastest” ways to spent 90 minutes as it presents Cirque’s story about a jaded young girl who rediscovers the magic of the holidays.
The spectacular staging, lighting design (some of quite high-tech), shimmering costumes and music all serve the acrobatic athleticism of the performers.
Adorability-wise, the reindeer are the hands-down winners. In golden jockey costumes with satiny underbellies, they have their names emblazoned on their backs. Diving through hoops at increasing heights, they’re comical and impressive — and it’s charming somehow that Prancer (Jinge Wang), never the starriest member of Santa’s team, is the best of all.
“A Visit From St. Nicholas,” introduced the world to Santa’s reindeers. You know, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and the rest of the team? “Twas the Night Before…” transforms the reindeers into comic characters with jockey-inspired golden costumes and mannerisms like jockeys. Their big number, which involves diving through ever-higher hoops, occurs near the climax of the show.
There are no weak acts in this show, whether it’s the opening aerial pas de deux with two male performers, the tumbling antics of a bunch of mice or a mash up of ballet and contortion within a hotel cart. There’s even a roller disco act that is so good that it’s easy to forget to question what it has to do with the story.
“’Twas the Night Before…” is advertised as something for the whole family. Usually when I see that phrase, it means that it dumbs-down things to a child’s level. Not so with this show. Everyone, from the kiddos to their elders, can become enchanted by the performance. It’s diverting in all the best ways and delivers a big little Christmas, “right this very minute.”
“’Twas the Night Before…” at The Fabulous Fox runs through Dec.10. For tickets and information go to The Fabulous Fox website.
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
Waiting for Winter Opera’s production of “Don Giovanni,” I was reminded of the forward to Milton Cross’ “Complete Stories of the Great Operas,” in which he begins, “This is a book of stories – the stories of the great and enduring operas…Some of them have become so familiar that I return to them each year, almost as one returns each season to the Christmas story.” Just a week or so before Thanksgiving and the holiday season, Winter Opera’s timing for a production of “Don Giovanni” seemed perfect for a return – Christmas-like – to one of opera’s (and Mozart’s) great and (and greatly rendered) stories.
Before the opening notes of the overture, it was clear that this production would hew closely to a traditional interpretation (kudos to stage director John Stephens) of this work with an understated, yet architecturally appropriate, set (kudos to Scott Loebl, scenic designer). There were the requisite Corinthian columns, graceful arches and stone fountain – providing the neutral setting for the intricate, sublime story to follow.
As the orchestra began the overture to the three-hour performance to come (under the confident and sure baton of conductor Scott Schoonover), I was reminded of how these early, foreboding chords – repeated in the last act – symbolize the fate that awaits Don Giovanni.
Photo by ProPhotoSTL
I was reminded, too, of that Mozart’s original title was “Il Dissoluto Punito, Ossia il Don Giovanni” (“The Rake Punished, or Don Giovanni”). From the opening, this production faithfully unfurls the looping story of Don Giovanni as well as explores the dynamics of power, control and fate – with its major events presented at the beginning and searing conclusion.
The dynamic, muscular-voiced Robert Mellon was a winning Leporello, the Don’s youthful, sometimes blustery servant. Mellon brought his character’s famous register aria – “Madamino, il catalogo è questo” – confidently and humorously to life.
One of the strengths of Winter Opera’s production is its treatment of women in the story. Gina Galati’s portrayal of Donna Elvira was exceptional, especially her affecting, poignant phrasing in “Mi tradì quell’alma ingrata.”
Raphaella Medina provided a sweet-voiced and beguiling Zerlina, especially during “Batti, batti o bel Masetto,” a love song-aria (with Mark Hosseini as Masetto) beloved for its teasing trills. Medina also paired very well with the strong performance of Jacob Lassetter as Don Giovanni, for a hugely satisfying performance of the duet “La si darem la mano.” Throughout, Lassette’s portrayal demonstrated tremendous range as well as nuance demanded by Mozart’s composition.
Nathan Whitson’s strong bass more than met the imposing demands of the character Commendatore. His performance was equal parts stentorian, imperious and stone-like (as the singing statue).
The singers were well-adorned, thanks to the costume design by Jen Blum-Tatara and wigs/makeup by Jessica Dana.
Winter Opera’s “Don Giovanni” played at the Kirkwood Performing Arts Center on November 17 and 19. The season continues with Puccini’s “Manon Lescaut” January 19 and 21, 2024. More information is available at the Winter Opera website.
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
In a culturally enriching evening that seamlessly melded tradition and innovation, Trinity Irish Dance Company delivered a performance of depth and resonance in St. Louis at the Touhill, presented by Dance St. Louis under the guidance of Michael Uthoff, its artistic director and unerring cultural curator.
Let’s dispense, from the get-go, the obvious association that, if you’re anything like me, you might make when you see the words “Irish dance.” You immediately think of That Other, perhaps more well-known, dance company. No need to drop that name.
Having attended both, I much prefer Trinity. That’s to throw no shade on that other group. Both draw inspiration from traditional Irish step dancing that has been performed for hundreds of years. Choosing one over the other would be to provide short shrift to the genre and would ignore the fact that some of the same dancers have performed in both.
It would be like choosing a favorite among your children, or comparing The Pogues with The Chieftains (or U2 with the Joanie Madden or the Boomtown Rats, for that matter) or “The Commitments” with “My Left Foot.” So choose your vibe.
Abi Graham-Luke, Ali Doughty, Anna Gorman, Kelsey Parry, Michael Fleck; Trinity Irish Dance Company, 2020
Given the option, I would choose Trinity, even though both present Irish dance at its most skilled – agile footwork, stiffened with formality from the waist up with synchronized precision while transitioning from lines to circles to diamonds. And for the record, I own albums from all of the musicians listed above and love both of those movies.
Trinity distinguishes itself in several ways. The performance is modernized with theatrical lighting effects and features an onstage band that accompanies the dancers with wonderful musical selections and music-only interludes.
The band was composed of Brendan O’Shea, the composer on guitar and vocals, Jake James on fiddle and bodhran, Christopher Devlin on guitar and vocals and Steven Rutledge on percussion. One of the musical highlights was a folk-based “Listen,” by O’Shea is delightful. Another was the fiddle work of James, who performed an intriguing “duet” with a fairy-like dancer (not identified in the program).
Trinity’s contemporary approach results in dance pieces that are awe-inspiring. Helmed by founding artistic director and choreographer Mark Howard, collaborating with associate artistic director and co-choreographer, Chelsea Hoy, this pioneering company has been innovating for more than 30 years. The company celebrates individuals, especially the women in the mostly female company that are bringing dynamic works to life with incomparable style.
The program of 13 pieces included a diverse repertoire that showcased the evolution of Irish dance. The performance, choreographed by artistic director Mark Howard, artfully blended traditional elements with contemporary influences. The audience was keyed into Trinity’s unique approach at the beginning of the evening as a spectral voice-over expresses a desire to break free from the constraints of rules, conformity and over-produced formulas.
Trinity’s dancers demonstrated remarkable technical skill and emotional depth throughout the evening, from the rhythmic intensity of “Soles” to the poignant storytelling of “Thank You for Hearing Me,” and from the hopeful optimism of “A New Dawn” to the mysterious allure of “Black Rose.” Each piece offered a unique perspective on the beauty and complexity of Irish dance.
The dynamic energy of “Sparks” and the meditative grace of “Communion” were complemented by the introspective exploration of “Listen” and the nostalgic resonance of “Johnny.” The spirited vitality of “Push” and the modern reinterpretation of “American Traffic” added layers of depth and dimension to the evening’s program. The performance culminated with the triumphant finale of “An Sorcas,” aka “The Circus” – an effective bookend to the opening piece, “Tokyo.”
It’s hard to choose among the 13 pieces to highlight one that stood out among the others. One of my personal favorites was “Johnny,” a piece Howard created for “The Tonight Show” in 1991. I also marveled at “Communion,” a piece created by Howard with Sandy Silva in 2014.
The dancers perform barefoot, blending Irish dance with body percussion reminiscent of African American stepping. In “Push,” an exhilarating series of solos, they demonstrate their ability to push the boundaries of technique, multiplying heel clicks in the air to create a sound reminiscent of the break at the start of a pool game.
Dance St. Louis is one of the oldest and one of only four nonprofit dance presenters in the country and is focused on fostering a vibrant dance community. Reflecting on the organization’s mission, Uthoff has said, “At Dance St. Louis, we strive to bring diverse and innovative dance experiences to St. Louis, enriching our community with a range of perspectives and styles.”
Mission accomplished – again – with the presentation of Trinity Irish Dance Company. Through their artistry and innovation, they brought the richness and vibrancy of Irish dance to life in a way that resonated deeply with all who were fortunate enough to witness it. Next up is Ailey II on March 1-2, also at the Touhill.
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
As if to serve as a counterpoint to Union Avenue Opera’s (UAO) festival-opening but decidedly heavy “Turn Of the Screw,” the company offers up a light summer treat with Donizetti’s “Don Pasquale” – as welcome as a heaping scoop of granita during the current heat wave.
It’s perfect time for a classic comic opera (libretto by Giovanni Ruffini, after Angelo Anelli) whose silly plot plays distant second fiddle to the vocal performances provided by the well-cast singers in this production.
With only four main characters, this production of “Don Pasquale” benefits from the modest stage at Union Avenue Christian Church, UAO’s home for its festival. The tight scale allows ample opportunity for the singers to strut their stuff – including the excellent ensemble. It’s a good thing the emphasis is on the performance of the singers because the set is flimsy and plain, the lighting is serviceable and unremarkable, and the costumes are seemed in need of a good tailor.
These shortcomings are more than compensated for by the performances of Andy Papas as Don Pasquale, Peter Kendall Clark as Dr. Malatesta, Namarea Randolph-Yosea as Ernesto and Christine Lyons as Norina. In fact, this would have been just as satisfying an experience if these four had performed on an empty stage.
Christina Lyons in Don Pasquale, Photo by Dan Donovan.
This production puts it money where its mouths are. Sung in Italian with English subtitles, the subtitles are often not necessary thanks to the emotive – sometimes comedic and rollicking, other times romantically heartfelt – performances of the cast members.
Bass baritone Papas as the opera’s namesake is the sort of portly presence we expect from a Don Pasquale – much like we expect from a Falstaff. Papas gives his Pasquale a depth that ranges from likeable, to lightly tyrannical, to even pitiable. Throughout, Papas is confidently in charge of the material and provides a masterful balance of antics, pathos and bluster.
Clark’s puppet-master Dr. Malatesta towers over Papas (and the rest of the cast) physically, while providing a well-modulated performance that makes the most of his big, rich, robust voice.
One of the highlights of this production is his Act III duet with Papas that breaks the fourth wall as the two solicit applause from the audience – something they heartily received, and which didn’t feel out of place or break the flow of the jaunty story.
With a male-to-female ratio of three to one, soprano Christine Lyons, making her UAO debut, more than held her own as the opera’s love interest. Lyons provides a fully realized Norina that relies as much on small gestures like the demure tilt of her head or the brazen lift of her skirt as on her high notes and sprightly coloratura. The show may be named for Don Pasquale, but it many ways, this was Lyons’s show.
As Don Pasquale’s nephew, Ernesto, Randolf-Yosea, also making his UAO debut, sometimes lacks the confidence and power of the other singers, but more than makes up for that during his solo moments. He provides a captivating love lament in Act II that is one of the highlights of this production, as was his deeply affectionate duet with Lyons, “Tornami a dir che m’ami.’
Union Avenue Opera’s production of Don Pasquale on July 26. Photo by Dan Donovan
Beautifully percolating beneath the action on stage is the chamber-size orchestra under the direction of conductor Stephen Hargreaves. The orchestra provides a satisfying and masterful account of the score, though sometimes the singers phrases were lost beneath a swell of music.
UAO’s “Don Pasquale” is a frothy, delightful take on this comic opera classic. Yes, there is some agism and sexism that makes the plot seem dated, but the incredible cast and Donizetti’s entrancing score keep the pace moving so quickly that those are easy to overlook.
The ensemble in Union Avenue Opera’s production of Don Pasquale. Photo by Dan Donovan,
“Don Pasquale” runs at 8 p.m. on July 28 and 29 and August 4 and 5 at the Union Avenue Christian Church, 733 Union Boulevard.For more information, visit www.unionavenueopera.org.
Peter Kendall Clark as Dr. Malatesta. Photo by Dan Donovan.
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
Benjamin Britten said that “Composing is like driving down a foggy road.” He could just as easily been describing the experience of attending Union Avenue Opera’s production of his “Turn of the Screw.” Many know the story from junior high school English lit or from one of the 12 – 12! – films that have adapted the Henry James ambiguous novella about ghosts (or not) and innocents (maybe).
Union Avenue Opera’s (UAO) production of “Screw” keys off of the story’s enigmatic opacity of the goings-on at Bly, a country house in Essex and augments the story’s ambiguities with an immersive cerebral-ness. The experience begins with the two-level set (designed by Laura Skroska and lighted by Patrick Huber) that is part Hill House and part Rose Red – Shirley Jackson and Stephen King, respectively. The set has the perfect amount of goth to visually augment Britten’s tautly composed opera with libretto by Myfanwy Piper and is perfectly scaled for Union Avenue Christian Church’s compact stage.
Much has been written about the duality of Britten’s use of musical characterizations for “Screw” since its debut in 1954. This duality concerns those characters who can be interpreted as moral (the Governess, Miles, Flora and Mrs. Grose) and those that could be considered of the more ghostly or spiritual persuasion (Peter Quint and Miss Jessel). The former are surrounded by uncomplicated music and the latter with music that is amorphous and other-worldly. As the opera progresses the two styles become ever more entwined and intense – and ending with a profound feeling of disquiet.
Dress rehearsal for Union Avenue Opera’s production of The Turn of the Screw on July 5, 2023
UAO’s production of “Screw” is richly nuanced, compelling and emotionally powerful, and that’s thanks mostly to the direction of Nancy Bell and the strong cast, including Meroë Khalia Adeeb as the Governess, Sophie Yilmaz as Miles, Cecilia Hickey as Flora, Christine Brewer as Mrs. Grose, James Stevens as Peter Quint and Alexandra Martinez-Turano as Miss Jessel. Adeeb, Yilmaz and Martinez-Turano are making their UAO stage debuts in this production.
As the opera begins, a “character” named Prologue, played by James Stevens (Peter Quint later on), provides the background to the plot and sets the action in motion. On stage are blindfolded characters, and Prologue (or is he Quint?) removes the blindfolds.
As the opera “unfolds” in this moment, it seems Prologue’s removal is a visual metaphor for what is about to be revealed. Yet, the opera’s climactic, mysterious final scene lends itself to multiple interpretations, not a clear revealing. This brilliant effect is thanks to Bell’s direction.
This production’s performers are well balanced and well cast, top to bottom. Stevens in his dual roles delivers a riveting performance in both as he slithers from taunt to seduction to malevolence. As the Governess, Adeeb’s performance stands out among the others.
She provides an impressive range of technical voice control and realistic acting during her transformation from the poised servant we meet at the beginning to the unraveled, emotionally undone protector in the final scene.
Christine Brewer as Mrs. Grose embodied her character fully through her effective acting and her rather authoritative singing with impressive dynamic control and proper diction. Yilmaz provides a Miles with an unsettling dissonance. Her voice offers the higher pitch of the boy she portrays – a sort of reverse castrati.
Britten’s score receives a beautifully haunting rendition by the UAO orchestra, led by conductor Scott Schoonover.
Dress rehearsal for Union Avenue Opera’s production of The Turn of the Screw on July 5, 2023
Union Avenue Opera presents “Turn of the Screw” at 8 p.m. on July 7, 8, 14 and 15 at the Union Avenue Christian Church, 733 Union Boulevard. For more information, visit www.unionavenueopera.org
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
Opera Theatre of St. Louis’ season opener of a reimagined-yet-respectful version of Scott Joplin’s Treemonisha by composer Damien Sneed and librettist Karen Chilton is a transformative experience that beautifully balances theatrical spirit with artistic integrity.
It is an example of the power of art in general and opera in particular to serve as a “moral instrument” (borrowing from Constantin Stanislavski) that ennobles the mind and spirit. My top take-away: It deserves sold-out status audiences for its entire run – no seat left behind.
This production of Treemonisha, occurs at a pitch-perfect moment in the St. Louis zeitgeist. The citywide triennial exhibit, Counterpublic, is weaving contemporary art into the life of St. Louis for three months to “reimagine civic infrastructures towards generational change.” In his introduction to the 285-page Counterpublic catalog, James McAnally (executive and artistic director and founder of St. Louis-based artist space The Luminary) explains that he envisions an exhibit that allies “itself with generational, cultural, economic, and civic change; a post-pandemic, post-uprising exhibition demanding that we, as arts workers and artists, do more to repair our broken world.”
Counterpublic seeks to help initiate “concrete change” of the sort that Joplin was exploring more than a century ago in his original Treemonisha, a hybridized classical/ragtime opera that reveals a Wagnerian influence while also presaging George Gershwin’s “Porgy and Bess.” But Treemonisha, especially with this new version, proves the old Latin phrase true: “Art is long, life is short.” Joplin died too young at age 48 in 1917.
Treemonisha did not receive a real premiere until a 1972 production by the Afro-American Music Workshop of Morehouse College (though a New York Times piece states that it was performed at a theater in Bayonne, N.J. in 1913. Either way, it was a tragedy that Joplin didn’t get to see his magnum opus, his hoped-for recognition of ragtime as a new, American form of classical music.
Opera Theatre staged a successful production of this opera 23 years ago. I didn’t see that production, but this current iteration of Treemonisha stands as an engaging, exuberant example of what opera can achieve when all of its elements – direction, staging, casting, acting, singing passion – align. Such alignment is a rarity.
It’s the bane of my reviewing existence: why can’t it all be this good? The obvious answer makes this production all the sweeter. It brings to mind something the novelist Julian Barnes wrote in “Levels of Life,” his memoir: “Opera cuts to the chase—as death does . . . [it is] an art which seeks, more obviously than any other form, to break your heart.”
My heart was broken, especially during Act V, during which the aging Scott Joplin character, sung with naked, wrenching emotion by baritone Justin Austin (who also plays Remus), reveals his frustration about his artistic legacy. Austin’s inspired performance proves how difficult it is to both sing with perfection while acting with authenticity – and how marvelous when achieved. To best describe Austin’s artistic feat, I rely on a quote by Marina Abramović in “Last Days of the Opera” by the Viennese critic Karl Kraus: “You can go so deep into a performance that you become one with the character and create a charismatic state of unity with the public.”
Austin’s so-deep achievement is matched nearly across the board by the rest of the cast, and especially by soprano Brandie Inez Sutton (making her Opera Theatre debut) as both Freddie Alexander Joplin and Tremonisha (look for the moment when the origin of her name is revealed). As Act II (and the original opera itself) begins, it’s clear that this is really the eponymous Treemonisha’s story about an educated Black woman who guides her fellow small-town citizens, (persecuted by endemic racism and poverty) away from ignorance and superstition and toward an enlightened self-worth and self-reliance. With considerable stage presence, Sutton reveals her heroic character as sweet but strong, simple but literate, and humble but exalted – all while proving she can sing!
Balancing the deep characters of Remus and Treemonisha, are the conjurer Zodzetrick, played imposingly and malevolently by Phillip Bullock (making his OTSL debut), and Parson Alltalk, played by entertainingly by Markel Reed. Zodzetrick and Alltalk are not as three-dimensional (they can’t all be) as Remus and Treemonisha, but as performed with the adroitness of Bullock and Reed, they are nonetheless essential to Joplin’s story and his use of many musical styles.
Deserving equal bill are the performances by Amani Cole-Felder as Lovie Alexander and Lucy, KS. Tichina Vaughn as Monisha and Normal Garrett as Ned – the latter two also making their OTSL debuts.
Maestro George Manahan directs the orchestra, composed of members of the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra, and delivers a deft, lively musical underpinning that adheres to the spirit of Joplin’s unique, profoundly expressive score. As serious as Treemonisha may seem in terms of story and subject matter, it beautifully and seamlessly integrates an appealing group of influences ranging from ragtime to spirituals, fiddle tunes and hymns, among others. The appeal of these influences is like what comedian Steve Martin has observed about banjo playing: “The banjo is such a happy instrument–you can’t play a sad song on the banjo – it always comes out so cheerful.” The same can be said for ragtime, and Treemonisha is the better for it.
The set design by Marsha Ginsberg is also noteworthy. It’s common for an opera to begin with a musical overture, but this production improves upon that with a visual overture. Against a gauzy scrim backdrop, there’s a shadow play that’s a visual highlight reel for the upcoming performance – and it’s brilliant. It established the right tone while setting a high bar for the rest of the performance.
I also admired the Ginsberg’s use of black-painted barren tree trunks that bookend the performance, suspended above the stage. During intermission, the trees are lowered onto the stage. This “black forest” of trunks serves as a clever, subtle and effective scorched-earth metaphor for the post-Civil War, Reconstruction-era South in which this opera is set (and as written by an African American man who lived through it).
There’s so much going for Treemonisha, and that includes the choreography (blending traditional and modern dance) by Maleek Washington. The dance elements are woven into the scenes and, though noteworthy, never overtly call attention to themselves, with the exception of a perplexing, show-offy “frolic of the bears” in Act II , which pulled me out of the scene.
An opera, no matter how passionately conceived, is like a discarded memory, an empty platform, merely marks on a manuscript. To bring it to life – or to give it continued life – requires production. With a commission by OTSL, Sneed, Chilton, stage director Rajendra Ramoon-Maharaj, the cast and all the other talents have taken Joplin’s platform (wrapping ragtime’s irresistible catchiness around his rage against time), extended it beyond a fine performance and ascended to theatrical art.
Can an opera change the world? Let this production of Treemonisha inspire you to walk out of the Loretto Hilton Theater and begin to try, even if only in the “backyard” of St. Louis.
Opera Theatre’s Treemonisha continues at the Loretto-Hilton Center through June 24. For ticket information, visit opera-stl.org. For more information about Counterpublic 2023 civic exhibition, visit counterpublic.org
This review also appears on the KDHX website by mutual agreement.
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
There’s a button on my podcast player that allows me to listen at normal speed or an accelerated 1 ½ speed. The purpose of that button ostensibly is to allow me to ingest more content in less time. But there’s a difference between the ability to ingest content and the desire to digest it. That’s the conundrum presented by Jesus Christ Superstar at the Fabulous Fox Theater through May 21.
This 50th-anniversay Superstar seeks to reboot the popular musical-by-way-of bestselling album into a production that is louder, faster and flashier. Make that, tick-tick-boomier. But there’s a sizable aspiration-to-reality gap with this show that’s often hyperactive, frenetic and screechy.
In the past half century, Superstar has attracted its ardent adherents and super-fan believers in the works of Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony winners Tim Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber. I, too, have a soft spot for Superstar as I remember the thrill the original double vinyl album and feeling the transgressive power of a rockstar treatment of the last days of Jesus. The movie was a disappointment for me, failing to replicate on the big screen the feeling I had for the performances blaring through my friend’s big speakers.
Based perhaps on my own nostalgic remembrance of listening to the original album, this production feels rushed, akin to filling a ’68 VW Beetle with jet fuel. It’s fast and furious and constantly in danger of burning itself out. It left me feeling as though director Timothy Sheader’s goal was see if he could pack a two-hour show into approximately 90 minutes without intermission. If you like your Superstar staged like a stadium concert with actors using handheld microphones like hyperventilating rock stars, then this production will not disappoint you.
Elvie Ellis as Judas. Photo by Evan Zimmerman
This show’s use of microphones and stands (some incorporated into the staffs of Caiaphas and his entourage) would make Jim Morrison, Steven Tyler, David Lee Roth and Prince envious. In a later scene, the corded microphone stands in for the suicide of Judas, and the color of the cords of Jesus’ adversaries change from black to red.
For much of the show, that approach has its successes transitioning from song to song, scene to scene. If you know the score by heart, the songs, scenes and characters are tightly and creatively interwoven and delivered with little opportunity for boredom – or the head space to contemplate the way they resonate with the source material. From the “Overture” through to “The Temple,” this production succinctly sets up the story to follow. But the momentum and accelerated delivery of those songs overruns the beautiful moment and sentiments presented in “I Don’t Know How to Love Him,” a song that deserves a pause and respite from the pedal-to-the-metal, just-push-play pacing.
The set, designed by Tom Scutt, is dominated by an industrial metal crucifix angled across the stage, is well-suited to the quick transitions of the lead characters, the ensemble and back-up soul singers. However, almost all of the action takes place on the crucifix and stage right. This makes for lopsided viewing.
The onstage band is stacked stage left on two levels. Choreographer Drew McOnie makes ingenious use of the set but adds to the production’s overall freneticism. Mostly, the music video moves complement the songs, but they can occasionally seem plastic, unemotional and even downright silly.
Faith Jones as Mary Magdalene. Photo by Evan Zimmerman
Among this show’s weaknesses, the cast is not among them. Regardless of the weaknesses in some of the choreography and direction, this cast tries. God knows they try as they sang and danced and acted to make the most of the material.
From the leads to the ensemble and soul singers, this show delivers impressive vocal power, even if the lyrics are sometimes lost in all the rockstar caterwauling . There are no stand-outs among the cast because each member is so well-matched to the material and the other singers. Jack Hopewell as Jesus is a bantam in stature and a giant in voice, whereas Nicholas Hambruch is Falstaffian in stature and Meatloaf-ed in voice. Elvie Ellis delivers a powerfully nuanced Judas. The moment when he accepts the bribe money to betray Jesus and pulls his silvered hands from a chest is one of the show’s best details. Faith Jones, as the only female lead, excels as Mary.
Erich W. Schleck provides Superstar’s only humous moment during a glam-rock interpretation of “Herod’s Song.” This is an oddly singular moment in Superstar. Schleck milks the moment for all its worth, and may be the most memorable of all the performances. Bowie would be proud.
Like the story of the Titanic, we all know how Jesus Christ Superstar ends. Before this production concludes with a crucified Jesus and Judas sitting ambiguously together on the crucifix, there are two less nuanced, and therefore less effective moments. One is the use of bursts of glitter during the lashing of Jesus – all 39 of them. The other is the use of a nail gun (that looked more like a cordless drill) as Jesus is put to the cross. In this production’s neediness to be modern, this was needless overkill – shades of Final Destination 3, Casino Royale and Lethal Weapon 2.
These moments exemplified the best and not-the-best parts of this production. They left me not knowing how to love this Superstar.
North American Tour cast of “Jesus Christ Superstar.” Photo by Evan Zimmerman
Performances of “Jesus Christ Superstar” at the Fabulous Fox run May 9 through 21. Show times vary. Tickets on sale now at MetroTix.com or by calling 314-534-1111. For more information, visit www.fabulousfox.com
CB Adams is an award-winning fiction writer and photographer based in the Greater St. Louis area. A former music/arts editor and feature writer for the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, his non-fiction has been published in local, regional and national publications. His literary short stories have been published in more than a dozen literary journals and his fine art photography has been exhibited in more than 40 galley shows nationwide. Adams is the recipient of the Missouri Arts Council’s highest writing awards: the Writers’ Biennial and Missouri Writing!. The Riverfront Times named him, “St. Louis’ Most Under-Appreciated Writer” in 1996.
