By Lynn Venhaus

On an enchanted evening at local parks, you’ll be swept away to a far-off island, where mischief, magic and mayhem will ensue. This is a brave new world, where puppets are part of the storytelling and lovely music enhances the experience.

It’s one of those gratifying adventures that you will remember long after the summer’s heat has faded.

St. Louis Shakespeare Festival’s TourCo annual traveling show is a 90-minute adaptation of the Bard’s dramatic-tinged romantic comedy “The Tempest,” which is free each evening beginning at 6:30 p.m. at 24 parks in Illinois and Missouri from July 30 – Aug. 25.

Featuring a merry band of spry performers who appear to be constantly in motion, the six take on multiple roles. They will introduce themselves and their characters, and draw you into this tale of family squabbles, revenge, betrayal — and sorcery. Maybe it’s not exactly Paradise Island, but it is accessible Shakespeare.

The fine-tuned ensemble includes Joy Christina Turner as Prospero, the Duke of Milan who is a wizard too. He escaped to a remote island with his infant daughter Miranda (Daisy Held) years ago, because his deceitful double-crossing brother Antonio (Reginald Pierre) took over his dukedom with the help of Alonso (Alex Daspit).

Prospero has two very quirky servants – Caliban (Isaiah Di Lorenzo) and Ariel (Aliyah Jacobs) that carry out his schemes. He is determined to get his territory back and conjures up a storm so that his brother’s boat is shipwrecked, leaving Antonio and Alonso stranded.

Alonso’s son Ferdinand (Alex Daspit) is also there, as is Prospero’s trusted minister Gonzalo (Isaiah Di Lorenzo). Ferdinand is heir to the throne and Prospero puts him together with his now 15-year-old daughter, hoping a royal marriage is in their future.

The king’s jester Trinculo is played by Daisy Held and his head servant Stephano is played by Reginald Pierre, and they are a daffy duo. Held is also a spirit and Jacobs is a boatswain.

There are plans to thwart, people who must change their ways, a young couple to keep innocent, and meddling spirits.

Directed by Tom Ridgely with a big splash of whimsy, he favors broad strokes for the performers to play to whatever size crowd has assembled – and deal with whatever kind of conditions that spring up outdoors.

Ridgely is the festival’s producing artistic director, and under his guidance, they have shaped summers quite imaginatively the past few years post-pandemic – with its revered annual month-long offering in Forest Park; Shake in the Streets, where they take a hand-crafted show and bring it to a festive neighborhood setting; and this touring company, which has grown into delightful flights of fancy adapted for various park locations.

With such an esprit de corps, players are reminiscent of an old-timey troupe (think “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead” and ‘The Fantasticks”) immersed as these strolling troubadours.

The addition of songs and puppets really enrichthe production values, and the stagecraft is exceptional in elevating the experience. Because the show’s presentation is focused on mobility and makeshift exteriors, the costumes, props and scenery are not hidden backstage, but placed off to the side, for folks to witness the process. Breaking the fourth wall, so to speak.

The clever costume designs by Sam Hayes consider the flexibility needed and differentiate the multiple characters, outfitting the females in airy, ethereal textures and the men in flamboyant brocaded jackets.

This play involves a masque, which was a popular technique in Renaissance England to combine music, dance and drama, so this is where the puppets come in, and they are effective in advancing the plot.

Puppet designer Ryan Marshall and puppet fabricator Taylor Abs created three tall imposing figures that mimic goddesses and smaller marionettes you find in puppet theater. They created dogs ready to attack, too. Abs also managed the props.

Stage Manager Britteny Henry kept everything moving without any glitches on the evening I went, and they have an admirable system in place.

The show was created for audiences of all ages, so pack a picnic, grab some chairs or a blanket, and experience a communal adventure that is a singular sensation.

SCHEDULE

July 30 – Spring Church, Grand Center
July 31 – Old Post Office Plaza, St. Louis
Aug. 1 – Metter Park, Columbia, Ill.
Aug. 2 – Schroeder Park, Manchester, Mo.
Aug. 3 – Carondelet Park, St. Louis
Aug. 4 – Frank Holten State Park, East St. Louis
Aug. 6 – Tower Grove Park, St. Louis
Aug. 7 – Lot at St. Ann & Augusta St., Normandy, Mo.
Aug. 8 – O’Day Park Amphitheater, O’Fallon, Mo.
Aug. 9 – Cortex Commons, St. Louis
Aug. 10 – 14th & St. Louis – Old North, St. Louis
Aug. 11 – Shaw Park, Clayton, Mo.
Aug. 13 –  Brussels Heritge Park,  Brussels, Ill.
Aug. 14 – Chesterfield Amphitheatre,  Chesterfield, Mo.
Aug. 15  – Ivory Perry Park, St. Louis
Aug. 16 – City Park, Edwardsville, Ill.
Aug.17  – January-Wabash Park, Ferguson, Mo.
Aug. 18 – Bellevue Park Bandstand, Belleville, Ill. 
Aug. 20 – 370 Lakeside Park Pavilion, St. Peters, Mo.
Aug. 21 – Fairground Park, St. Louis
Aug. 22 – Tisch Park at Washington University, St. Louis
Aug. 23– Love Bank Park, St. Louis

For more information, visit www.stlshakes.org.

By Lynn Venhaus

Something is noticeably off-kilter as “Woman in Mind” embarks on an exploration of mental illness, an unusual dramedy from one of England’s most highly regarded playwrights, Alan Ayckbourn.

Albion Theatre, which specializes in works centered in the United Kingdom, tackles another complex production with elan. With its rigorous roles and uncommon style, “Woman in Mind” has a higher level of difficulty to pull off than last year’s amusing Ayckbourn black comedy “Absent Friends.”

But as with all their shows, they attract a top-tier ensemble, and this one’s a well-modulated unit – with each performer standing out in their debuts with the company.

Director Robert Ashton keeps the audience on their toes, for this play is told from a subjective first-person perspective. The imaginary world is vividly presented.

Ayckbourn, who has written 90 plays, has often toyed with conventional structures and crafted eccentric characters, many of whom are going through relationship difficulties and are at a crossroads.

He is fond of presenting class and gender discrepancies, with his quirky wit, and this one tackles certain failures to address mental health before it reaches crisis level.

Word is that “Woman in Mind” draws from his mother’s nervous breakdown and his estranged relationship with his son. In any case, it feels authentic despite the absurdities, and some outlandish swerves later in the narrative.

Written in 1985, the play is set in a home’s backyard garden in a small town south of London, and a loveless marriage is the springboard to how neglect manifests madness.

The main character, Susan, appears dazed and confused after falling while doing yardwork, initially conked on the head by a rake. Never leaving the stage, Emily Baker is compelling as she expresses every fleeting emotion when trying to figure out what has happened to her.

Emily Baker, Matt Hanify and Ryan Lawson-Maeske. Photo by John Lamb.

It’s a tour de force performance, for Baker adroitly alternates between a surreal dream life and a grim nightmarish reality. While a brain injury is no laughing matter, how Ayckbourn handles the tonal shifts is interesting.

Miserable spouses have been key components to social commentaries the women’s liberation movement of the 1970s produced in films such as “Diary of a Mad Housewife,” “An Unmarried Woman,” and “Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore,” and one could draw similarities here.

Ayckbourn is actually bold and daring when revealing the two very different scenarios as supporting characters are introduced. We see what Susan sees and hears what she does, and the blurred lines are striking.

Danny Brown’s thoughtful performance as Bill Windsor, Susan’s concerned, caring doctor, triggers the red flags. The hallucinations are played for laughs, not unlike a vintage screwball comedy.

When an attentive husband, a jovial brother and an adoring daughter show up, acting more like characters in a modern prescription drug commercial or referencing a 1960s TV family sitcom, the unreal atmosphere is intriguing.

It helps that Isaiah Di Lorenzo, in jaunty Cary Grant mode, and Joseph Garner, as an exaggerated version of beloved Brit comic actor Terry Thomas, willingly chew the scenery playing the fantasy husband Andy and cheerful sibling Tony. Both forces of nature on local stages, their performances always entertain and usually have a surprise element.

The expressive relationship dynamics point to Susan’s unhappiness. Sarah Vallo plays the fantasy daughter Lucy in the image of a perky, agreeable debutante that appears to be her mum’s best friend.

Joseph Garner and Emily Baker. Photo by John Lamb.

These idealistic images contrast sharply with the real people causing her pain. Matt Hanify plays her dull and self-absorbed husband Gerald, a vicar, as an unaffectionate stick-in-the-mud, and Ryan Lawson-Maeske is her tone-deaf son Rick, an ungrateful selfish adult who hasn’t communicated with his mother since he joined a cult, but now is free.

From her point of view, neither are willing to give her what she craves, and their lack of compassion has led to Susan’s breaking point.

These are unsympathetic roles convincingly portrayed by Hanify and Lawson-Maeske. But in another twist, they offer some harsh truths about Susan’s failings as a wife and mother that add another layer of dysfunction.

In a comic relief role, Susan Wylie is Muriel, Susan’s sister-in-law who often acts as a housekeeper, equal parts exasperated and daffy. And her culinary mishaps are hilarious. She is obsessed, however, with her deceased husband.

Because a nervous breakdown is a central theme, one imagines an unsettling and disturbing conclusion is inevitable, a la Tennessee Williams, rather than a happy musical comedy ending.

Aiding the creeping darkness is fine technical work from the creative staff. Michelle Zielinski’s lighting design and Jacob Baxley’s sound design enhance the moods while Tracey Newcomb’s costume choices match the personalities involved.

Erik Kuhn’s straightforward scenic design simply depicted a tidy garden, and he also oversaw the crisp tech work. Gwynneth Rausch’s ace work in multiple roles – assistant director, stage manager, and props – is again commendable.

The play, at about 2.5 hours plus intermission, becomes tedious with nonsensical gibberish in the final stretch as we toggle back-and-forth between a heightened reality and an increasingly wild series of events surrounding Lucy’s wedding that indicates David Lynchian weirdness.

But Baker’s mesmerizing performance showcases her keen intelligence and grasp of the character’s requirements, and that level of difficulty is not unlike a marathon runner, for the stamina on display is extraordinary.

After establishing herself as one of the more accomplished performers in town, she took a hiatus several years ago for all the right reasons, and now is back on the boards. It’s an exciting leading role return that should not be missed.

Joseph Garner, Danny Brown and Isaiah Di Lorenzo. Photo by John Lamb.

Albion Theatre presents “Woman in Mind” June 7 – 23 weekends at the Kranzberg Black Box, with performances at 8 p.m. Friday and Saturday, and at 2 p.m. on Sunday.  For more information, visit www.AlbionTheatreSTL.org.

By Lynn Venhaus

Throughout history, class wars have ended badly for many people, overt often for people in the lower class, and less so for the ruling class.

But class never matters when people show you their true selves.

Such is the complicated “Bitter Fruit,” a 2018 social commentary-human drama by Argentinian playwright Hector Levy-Daniel, “El Fruto mas amargo,” which has been translated from Spanish by Philip Boehm.

Boehm, Upstream Theater’s artistic director, wanted to bring it here for the U.S. English language premiere, so he not only translated but also directed it in a deliberately mysterious way.

Since 2005, two-thirds of the plays Upstream has produced have been U.S. or world premieres, with the goal to not only “move you” but “move you to think.” And they always do. This is a play to mull about, for at its center is a logical question on identity that has dramatic consequences. How can you deny who you really are, and what does that say about us as a society?

The playwright’s focus on identity crisis has roots in Argentina’s Dirty War, when from 1974 to 1983, an estimated 9,000 to 30,000 were killed by the state, or disappeared, in a right-wing effort to eliminate leftist political adversaries, including writers, students and journalists. Others were imprisoned.

Their children were not always killed, and sometimes, they were put up for adoption or given to supporters of the right wing.

There are children born during this period that don’t know their real identities because they were adopted by their captors and given new lives. They either discover this fact or never know the truth, but there isn’t any justice or peace amid the inequality that rages, along with political corruption.

According to the play’s notes, about 500 children were affected and the Argentine government is still sorting it out after years of protests from grandmothers.

In this quietly devastating production, a committed cast provides complex portraits of people representing different factions of entitlement and insincerity, of loss and lies.

However, as good as actresses Jane Paradise, Jennifer Theby-Quinn and Michelle Burdette Elmore are, all members of the Actors’ Equity Association, they are not Latino women, and they are playing characters named Luisa, Maria, and Teresa respectively.

Isaiah Di Lorenzo has a small but important supporting role as Pedro Coltinari, the labor representative in factory negotiations, and in flashbacks, as Maria’s teenage paramour. He establishes his character’s pure heart and breaking point in only a few scenes.

None of the four identify as Hispanic — although the play never specifically states Argentina or alludes to the Dirty War, and there are no accents used, so…but it is perplexing, and does raise questions.

If it’s vague on purpose, so be it. Nevertheless, these days, people tend to notice whitewashing. It may not be as egregious as, say Laurence Olivier as “Othello” and John Wayne as Genghis Khan in “The Conqueror,” but it is something that crossed my mind, especially given Upstream’s commitment to shows with global themes involving marginalized people.

Set in a mansion, it’s late night or early morning, depending on your perspective, and a new maid, Luisa (Paradise), is up to prepare her mistress some tea, as requested as she waits for her daughter. Upon arrival home, haughty Maria, demands to know who this interloper is in her home.

As played coldly by Theby-Quinn, Maria is a cruel woman who has no qualms about making people feel inferior in her presence. She lacks compassion and a conscience, brought up in wealth, sheltered from the world. She is now running her father’s cotton mill with a tight fist and a disdain for the workers. They are in financial trouble, and Maria is tough about negotiations. Her mother, Teresa (Burdette Elmore) is clueless (or is she?).

Yet, once upon a time, Maria fancied a local boy, someone beneath her in social status, and those scenes reflect a person she used to be but is far removed from now.

Teresa, who was kept in the dark about that relationship, is oblivious to other behaviors and sentiments as well, and Michelle Burdette Elmore portrays her as if she’s firmly entrenched in a bubble — and a bit la-di-da.

Luisa’s gaze is a tad too intense for Maria, who is threatened by the new maid, for she views her as a spy who has infiltrated the home on behalf of the workers in the factory. Paradise’s gut-wrenching performance is the show’s highlight.

As tension increases – especially with suspicious deaths, and characters smolder, the secrets, deceptions, and denials are slowly disclosed.

Another of the show’s high points is original instrumental music performed by guitarist Lliam Christy. The minimalist scenic design by Patrick Huber represents a small portion of a large estate, with ornate touches to indicate affluence, darkly lit by Steve Carmichael to reflect shadows. Costume designer Michele Siler selected outfits according to economic status.

The playwright challenges memory and how sacrificing love shows true colors. It’s not an easy play to understand. Because one is off-guard, it is hard to relate to – however, Paradise’s performance as a crushed woman who has lost everything is haunting. Nevertheless, it brings attention to a tragic, dark time involving innocent children – and is that ever over?

Upstream Theater presents the US premiere of “Bitter Fruit,” by award-winning playwright Héctor Levy-Daniel in a translation by Philip Boehm, Oct. 13 through Oct. 29. It is 1 hour, 30 minutes, without intermission. Performances are Thursday through Saturday at 8 p.m., and at 7 p.m. Oct 15 and 2 p.m. Oct.22 and 29, and take place at the Marcelle Theatre, 3310 Samuel Shepard Dr. in Grand Center. For more information: www.upstreamtheater.org, For tickets, visit: https://www.metrotix.com/events/detail/upstream-theater-bitter-fruit

Photo by ProPhotoSTL

By Lynn Venhaus
Our past, present and future intersect in playwright Heidi Schreck’s deeply affecting memoir, “What the Constitution Means to Me,” to make a riveting statement on what our rights are as an American during the 236 years since the document’s adoption.

Far from a dry lecture on rules of law and bills of rights, this persuasive play is alive with hope and humor because of the passion displayed by the performers, playwright, and production team.

Directed with conviction and a contemporary focus by Nancy Bell, this Max & Louie Production wears its heart on its sleeve about liberty and justice for all, firmly establishing fervent exchanges on women’s lack of protection, and the need for a more perfect union. Could we modernize the Constitution to assuage the inherent gender and racial biases?

Schreck’s compelling 2017 play, a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 2019 as well as Best Play nominee at the Tony Awards, and winner of the Obie Award for off-Broadway play, hits a bullseye in so many ways.

Force-of-nature Michelle Hand, charmingly embodying Schreck as her adult self and a version of her then-15-year-old in 1989, chronicles what four generations of women in Schreck’s family endured and key impactful moments in her life. She is so relatable you identify with her plight.

The play’s structure outlines Shreck as a debater in 1989, who gave speeches on the U.S. Constitution to win money for college. The set, designed by Dunsi Dai is an American Legion hall in Wenatchee, Wash., with framed military veterans lining the walls and a World War II veteran representing the moderator and judges.

Isaiah di Lorenzo compassionately portrays the Legionnaire and then makes the story personable as a version of himself.

Michelle Hand and Isaiah di Lorenzo. Photo by Dunsi Dai

Both Bell and Hand are masterful storytellers, and their ease with the material immediately engages us.

While feminism is a major focus, so are other injustices regarding marginalized citizens – and immigration, sexual and domestic abuse — and Schreck’s points are delivered with such urgency as to galvanize the audience.

The use of historic audio recordings from several Supreme Court cases emphasizes Schreck’s points – including Justices Potter Stewart, Earl Warren, Stephen Breyer, Antonin Scalia and Ruth Bader Ginsberg. Phillip Evans’ sound design is impressive, as is lighting design by Zak Metalsky.

Because this show is so skillfully staged, it sparks a fire in the audience – uplifting, and full of possibilities about how the next generation of Americans could change the contradictions and failures while holding on to our aspirations.

The final portion is somewhat improvised, where Schreck and a local high school debater discuss whether the Constitution should be abolished and replaced. The audience is the jury, and one member delivers a final verdict. The experience is an interactive one, and the audience wasn’t timid in expressing their opinions.

As the three teenage actresses alternating as a student debater for each performance, Riley Carter Adams, Aislyn Morrow, and Maahi Saini bring their energy and youthful interpretations to the live theater experience.

On opening night, April 6, Riley Carter Adams was poised and personable, able to explain her stance to the audience with persuasive skills.

The play runs 1 hour and 40 minutes without an intermission, and its timeliness is key. The entertaining presentation keeps us charmed, the facts keep us on our toes, and the intent wills us to pay attention.

Let’s face it, we’ve been through a lot the past few years, with the global pandemic and political tribalism, an attempted insurrection and threat to democracy, but the dialogue here is fiery to show us what should matter, and progress is possible.

I left fired up, linking a personal connection between women’s lives and the Constitution — as well as the right to debate and freedom of speech – and the work we must do for domestic tranquility and general welfare for all.

Max and Louie Productions presents “What the Constitution Means to Me” from April 5 to 23 at The Marcelle Theatre, 3310 Samuel Shepard Drive, St. Louis, 63103. Free secured parking Tickets are on sale at www.maxandlouie.com or by phone at Metrotix (314)534-1111. Times: Thursdays at 7:30pm (April 6, 13, 20), Fridays at 8pm (April 7, 14, 21), Saturdays at 3pm & 8pm (April 8, 15, 22) and Sundays at 3pm (April 16, 23)

Michelle Hand and Riley Carter Adams. Photo by John Lamb

By Lynn Venhaus

An idealist, pragmatist and a fence sitter want to walk out of a military convalescent hospital…

In “Heroes,” an amiable French comedy that’s been translated into English by the esteemed playwright Tom Stoppard, there’s drama and absurdity mixed in, of course.

Gerald Siblevras’ play, “Le Vent des Peupliers,” which is set in 1959, was first performed in London in 2005, winning an Olivier Award for best new comedy. It made it to Broadway two years later, with Richard Benjamin, Len Cariou and George Segal as Henri, Gustave, and Philippe.

In Albion Theatre’s inaugural production, three acting heavyweights play the disparate characters – David Wassilak, Will Shaw and Isaiah Di Lorenzo. The award-winning veterans have been honored for their work — Wassilak has awards from St. Louis Theater Circle, Shaw has AFL’s Theatre Mask Awards and Di Lorenzo has both Circle and TMAs.

The trio deliver their customary nuanced work, demonstrating their ease with each other and their finely-tune rhythms. The wounded veterans spend their days on a terrace in a sanitarium, having served in one World War and been through another from afar. They dream of escaping this tedium.

We recognize the characters they talk about – we can conjure up images of annoying fellow residents, the help – and fear Sister Madeleine, just like they do. We accept the stone dog as their companion.

Shaw drolly delivers many of the best lines as the grumpy agoraphobic Gustave. Di Lorenzo uses his nimble physicality well, for Phillippe has fainting spells and seizures. And Wassilak believably projects a lonely heart trying to stay positive.

The show is deftly directed by Robert Ashton, who is also the founder of the new theater company that specializes in mainly plays from the United Kingdom and Ireland.

The men bicker, but still show affection and concern for each other. Without their well-worn camaraderie, it would just be three guys killing time, but they add human touches to make us care about them.

The small black box space at the Kranzberg works well for such a small show. Brad Slavik’s set design, Tracey Newcombe’s costume design, Nathan Shroeder’s lighting design and Robin Weatherall’s sound design help bring the production to life.

With dashes of “Waiting for Godot” and “The Gin Game,” and some carping like “The Odd Couple,” “Heroes” wears its heart on its sleeve and is a paean to dreamers everywhere.

Time passes for all of us. These three fine performers show us its best to not go it alone.

The Albion Theatre is presenting “Heroes” for three weekends starting Sept. 23-25, then Sept. 30, Oct. 1 and Oct. 2, and wrapping up Oct. 7-9, at the Kranzberg Arts Center’s Black Box Theatre, 501 N. Grand Blvd., St. Louis. For more information, visit AlbionTheatreSTL.org.

Robert Ashton was a guest on my podcast, PopLifeSTL.com, on Sept. 24. Here is that link, along with my co-host Carl “The Intern” Middleman:
 https://soundcloud.com/lynn-zipfel-venhaus/september-24th-2022-with-robert-ashton?si=6e49983b4cf84727818a4ff73e96cc71&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

By Lynn Venhaus Managing Editor Menace is in the air as a tempestuous sibling rivalry escalates in the late great Sam Shepard’s muscular masculine opus, “True West.”

Clearly, their mother did not heed music outlaws Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson’s warning: “Mammas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.” The two grown-up brothers can’t be fenced in, especially gonzo Lee, and now it appears unlikely that Austin will ride off into the sunset, despite once playing by the rules.

In the intimate space of the Gaslight Theatre, we’re in for
a splendid guns a-blazing exploration of the after-effects of growing up with a
raging alcoholic dad, with dutiful sons sparing over birthrights, and a splash
of the showbiz industry dreams machinery in California.
The impressive St. Louis Actors’ Studio production allows Shepard’s unconventional
genius to shine and vividly brings out the dark absurdist humor. The
centerpiece is Isaiah Di Lorenzo’s brilliant, blistering performance as Lee, a
swaggering beer-swilling slob.

In keeping with STLAS’ season theme, “Blood is Thicker Than
Water,” director William Whitaker heightens the bravado and tightens the
tension, all the better for the outrageous, twisty surprises.

As the black-sheep oddball Lee, Di Lorenzo sets the tone when he shows up at his mother’s neat suburban home where his writer brother is housesitting.  William Humphrey establishes their differences quickly as the tall and tidy Austin. In body language and inflection, both men tell you all you need to know about who they are and their adversarial relationship. One can surmise this isn’t their first rodeo — the brothers have agitated and needled each other their entire lives. Lee circles, like an animal, trying to mark his territory for dominance. Those animal characteristics will become more prominent in the brothers’ face-off.

In the suburban silence of their mother’s kitchen, 40 miles outside Los Angeles, Ivy League graduate Austin attempts to work on his screenplay because he has a development deal with a hot-shot Hollywood producer. His wife and child did not accompany him. Disheveled Lee hasn’t seen him in five years because he’s been living in the desert. Does he want to stir up trouble? After all, he is a cunning thief and loves drama.

William Humphrey, William Roth in “True West.” Photo by Patrick Huber. Producer Saul Kimmel arrives for a meeting, and William Roth embodies those smarmy back-slapping, old-school wheeler-dealers. In an improbable move, he likes Lee’s pitch for a modern western better than Austin’s period-piece love story, and switches allegiance midstream. Whoa! The news turns their worlds upside down. Austin is angry that his ne’er-do-well brother has co-opted his dream. Tables are turned and the gauntlet is thrown. Soon, the brothers are making a pigsty of their mother’s home, destroying any decorum or convention. When Austin steals toasters, toast will be made and offered, a meaningful gesture. Real working toasters are plugged in on the set. Bravo.

As the brothers’ resort to their animal instincts, it’s
certainly not pretty when Mom arrives home from her Alaska trip. She can’t deal
with her trashed house and soon flees. Hmmm…

The unrepentant alcoholic dad lives in the desert. The kids have issues because of the family alcoholism and dysfunction, of course. But mom (Susan Kopp) is ineffectual and somewhat ditzy. Because Shepard’s career was shaped by his alcoholic upbringing, it also frames this work, for there are no happy trails.

Di Lorenzo and Humphrey display all the resentment,
jealousy and one-upmanship that the play calls for, carefully crafting their
individual behaviors. They’re well-rehearsed at getting under the skin of the
other one. 

Shepard wrote “True West” in 1980, when he was a resident
playwright in San Francisco. It was the third in a troubled family tragedy
trilogy, preceded by “Curse of the Starving Class” and “Buried Child.”

While he would go on to a lengthy acclaimed career as both a playwright and an Oscar-nominated actor, Shepard obviously had experience with the whims and phoniness of the screen trade, which he also skewers with glee.

This bold and brisk story has been malleable enough to be
relevant in multiple decades, maintaining its bite nearly 40 years later.

The play gained notoriety in 1982 when then-unknown actors
John Malkovich and Gary Sinise moved their Steppenwolf Theatre Company
production to off-Broadway and it was named a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize
for Drama in 1983. An acclaimed revival on Broadway in 2000 starred John C.
Reilly and Philip Seymour Hoffman, and recently, a limited engagement starred
Ethan Hawke and Paul Dano.

The savagery is real and intense, and scenic designer Patrick
Huber’s well-appointed set is a marvelous playground for the family sparring.

Whitaker has secured a safe space for DiLorenzo to create a
rhythm for the off-the-wall loose cannon, and he is mesmerizing. Humphrey is
steady, on guard for Lee’s ability to suck all the air out of the room. You
feel his frustration.

The unpredictability of Lee is what keeps the audience
engaged. But nobody is safe. Could they be parts of the same person?

Lighting design by Steve Miller accentuates the sunny days
while the outstanding sound design by Whitaker and Jeff Roberts provides the
cacophony of crickets and howls of coyotes.

One of the show’s aural treats is the use of old-timey
country-and-western music to lead in and out of scenes.
This dynamic, rugged production has true grit and an affection for the dueling
brothers, but never gives in to predictability, excelling in its edginess.

St.
Louis Actors’ Studio presents Sam Shepard’s “True West” April 12 to 28 at The
Gaslight Theatre in the Central West End, 358 N. Boyle Ave. Performances are
Thursday through Saturday at 8 p.m. and Sunday at 3 p.m. For tickets or more
information, visit www.stlas.org. Phone is 314-458.2978. The West End
Grill and Pub is now open for dinner, snacks and drinks.