Contraband’s ‘Am I Dangerous?’ Explores Different Aspects of Womanhood in a Femme-Forward Excursion

Contraband’s ‘Am I Dangerous?’ Explores Different Aspects of Womanhood in a Femme-Forward Excursion

By Lynn Venhaus
Looking at female agency through the prism of mothers, daughters and sisters, “Am I Dangerous?” is an earthy, sensual exploration written by a perceptive local playwright and performed by a quartet of instinctive actresses, directed by a shrewd Tress Kursym.

With such authentic credentials, the play’s perspective is set in the past, albeit a mythical framework, but resembles a modern coming-of-age tale.

Committed to fresh voices, Contraband Theatre presents this world premiere Wednesday through Sunday, Oct. 9 through Oct. 26, at The Chapel.

Playwright e.k. doolin asks: “If everything you knew burnt to the ground, what would you risk to discover who you are?”

It’s a thought-provoking entry into how females understand womanhood, whether based on observing behaviors or being schooled by elders on customs and culture – their wisdom hard-won.

The heroine’s journey begins with Philoten, 16, who appears to be a typical ‘good girl’ teenager trying hard not to be ‘dangerous.’ As played by Allison Sexton, she is a young woman trying to find her way. She’s been warned about those who are different and don’t follow the rules, those women who flaunt their bodies. But then, life – and death – happens, and chaos ensues.

Doolin has used a minor Shakespeare character in “Pericles, Prince of Tyre,” circa 1609, as her vessel to question patriarchy.

Zahria Moore and Jade Cash, with Allison Sexton in the background. Photo by Jennifer A. Lin

Dionyza (Zahria Moore) is her mother, who is also in charge of Pericles’s daughter, Marina (Jade Cash). They view each other more as enemies than friends. The fourth woman, Lychorida (Rachel Bailey), is a nurse who could be described as chief nurturer.

They share somewhat complicated connections and are not reticent in expressing their emotions. The focus is to confront and contrast facets of women at various stages. (They have all gone through some things!). Basically, they can run, but they can’t hide, no matter how they try to control their fates.

The dialogue appears to be a mixture of old and new styles, rooted in classic drama but with a contemporary edge. At times, the content seems like it’s translated from centuries-old text, while in other passages that establish characters’ motives, it appears to be modern musings.

Doolin has also incorporated the senses and the elements into her action, which adds an interesting texture. Kursym’s well-rehearsed ensemble are earnest in establishing their purpose, making sure they are heard as well as seen.

The actresses quickly convey their characters’ distinct personality traits. Sexton seamlessly conveys her doubts and anxieties as she questions if she is a danger because of how she views her life. Feeling like an outsider, she challenges the old-guard ways, which Dionyza is resistant to – and wants to control.

It is Sexton’s St. Louis professional acting debut, and she’s impressive. The other accomplished actresses are equally compelling.

Moore adds a haughtiness to the imperial-acting Dionyza, content to wait for the men to return home and steer their lives. She may smile, but there are motives behind the grin.

Allison Sexton and Jade Cash. Photo by Jennifer A. Lin

Marina and Philoten are oil and water, chafe at association, and accuse each other like they are teenagers grumpily thrown together. Cash is a live wire as the spunkier, more impetuous and sexually active young woman.

Bailey is convincing as a quintessential Earth Mother, and as always, commands the stage in whatever role she plays.

Three of the women are in dual roles as the gods that guard the Temple of the Sacred Sky, Sea and Earth, aka “The Watchers.”  They are tasked with judgment. Then we view flashbacks to see how the four women interact – relating joys, sorrows, desires and wistful memories.

The ancient setting, blending fantasy and reality, is imagined through astute atmospheric lighting design from Theresa Comstock, De’Janna Hand’s intriguing expressive sound design that has an ethereal quality. Erik Kuhn’s illustrates a simple coastal tableau in scenic design suited for the small stage, and director Tress Kursym’s costume design reflects the ages and status of the characters.

The play runs 90 minutes without an intermission.

Doolin has used the past to explore the present and raise concern about the future. It’s a topic worthy of continued conversations. Providing new perspectives and creating fem-tagonist opportunities is refreshing, and certainly welcome here.

Jade Cash, Rachel Bailey and Allison Sexton. Photo by Jennifer A. Lin

Note: On Thursday, Oct. 17, a post-show discussion on “Stealing from Shakespeare” will feature guest panelists Bryn McLaughlin, an independent director and scholar, and Hannah Baartman, a St. Louis theatre educator and performer with a deep well of inspiration in Shakespeare.

Part of the St. Louis theater community, they have performed on such local stages as The Muny, Metro Theater Company, St. Louis Shakespeare Festival, St. Louis Actors’ Studio and New Jewish Theatre. They will discuss the connection between the source text of “Pericles” and e.k. doolin’s script.

Contraband Theatre presents “Am I Dangerous?” Wednesday through Saturday at The Chapel, 6238 Alexander Drive, St. Louis. Performances are at 7:30 p.m. For more information, visit: https: contrabandtheatre.org

All tickets are pay-what-you-wish, from $0 to $30. Reserve your spot at https://events.humanitix.com/am-i-dangerous

Lively ‘Saturday Night’ Re-creates a TV Landmark’s First Broadcast with Outstanding Ensemble Cast

Lively ‘Saturday Night’ Re-creates a TV Landmark’s First Broadcast with Outstanding Ensemble Cast

By Lynn Venhaus

The unpredictable Not Ready for Prime Time Players would go on to become household names. A shaggy group of irreverent writers would ignite a counterculture revolution with their parodies of contemporary culture and sharp political satire. And a young and scrappy Canadian would lead the inspired chaos of a late-night live sketch comedy show into showbiz history when “Saturday Night” premiered on Oct. 11, 1975.

With “Saturday Night Live” about to celebrate 50 years on television, it’s the right time to revisit the show’s frenetic start in NBC’s Studio 8H in Rockefeller Plaza. Writer-director Jason Reitman’s dramatic comedy finds the beating heart in this runaway train ride depicted in the 90 minutes leading up to the inaugural broadcast.

Along with co-writer Gil Kenan, their “based on a true story” captures the frenetic pace and the backstage lunacy that forever changed late-night comedy. It was a “big bang” that redefined the television landscape, and while a mini-series could do the origin story justice, this focused narrative framework succeeds in pulling back the curtain.

In a kinetic snapshot of what happened that fateful wild and crazy night, Gabriel LaBelle anchors the best ensemble cast of the year as the confident producer Lorne Michaels.

LaBelle, who was impressive as young Steven Spielberg in “The Fabelmans” two years ago, plays the driven big dreamer who believes in his instincts and the largely unknown cast’s talents. He’s the calm circus ringleader in the eye of the storm amidst the gusty winds threatening to blow it all down.

Gabriel LaBelle, center, as Lorne Michaels

From the start, Michaels has produced all but five years of the show, leaving in 1980 when Jane Curtin, Garrett Morris, Laraine Newman and Gilda Radner were the last original cast members to depart, and returning for the 1985-86 season.

He started out as a comedy writer whose credits included “Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In” and now oversees a vast empire of last-night television and feature films. Michaels’ first wife, Rosie Shuster, is portrayed by a sharp Rachel Sennott as an integral force, both as a writer and someone putting fires out.

As the clock counts down to the live launch, there isn’t time for in-depth character portrayals; instead, we get snippets of familiar personality traits from those emerging stars Dan Aykroyd (Dylan O’Brien), Gilda Radner (Ella Hunt), Laraine Newman (Emily Fairn), Jane Curtin (Kim Matula) and Garrett Morris (Lamorne Morris, no relation), with Chevy Chase (Cory Michael Smith) and John Belushi (Matt Wood)’s well-documented egos and clashes getting more screen time.

The seven actors quickly convey their quirks and foreshadow the stars they would become. Standouts here include O’Brien as a minutiae devotee and big flirt Aykroyd, Emmy-winning Morris as the underused Morris — a multi-hyphenate perplexed at his inclusion, and Smith as quick-witted, arrogant and self-absorbed Chase, the show’s first break-out movie star.

The women, understandably, are trying to find their place in the boys’ club, which is representative of those early years.

The nostalgia factor is big here for longtime fans of the show, especially those of us who watched the first episode in real time (My college roommates and I tuned in, presumably because we were big George Carlin fans, for we did not recognize the others, except for Billy Preston because he played with The Beatles). A film by Albert Brooks? Jim Henson and his Muppets?

Now, fans of the National Lampoon Radio Hour (1973 – 1974) were familiar with cast members Chevy, Belushi and Gilda. Its creator, Michael O’Donoghue, a jaded, cynical anarchist, went on to be SNL’s cutting-edge head writer for three years. His tussles with the network censors’ red pens must have been headache-inducing.

Reitman’s condensed depiction of legendary writers Al Franken, Tom Davis, Alan Zweibel, and Herb Sargent (Tracy Letts!) is noteworthy. While not all sketch development is accurate timeline-wise, the inclusion of Aykroyd’s Julia Child parody where she gushes blood from a cut artery during a taping of “The French Chef” is a good one to mention – and so is the construction workers’ gender reversal cat calls with Aykroyd as the objectified — even though both were on later shows.

Reitman’s reverence for all things SNL is admirable – and understandable, for it continues to be a force in the cultural zeitgeist. His father, Ivan, directed Aykroyd and Bill Murray in 1984’s biggest box-office hit “Ghostbusters” and other movies featuring alumni.

Jason Reitman’s previous comedies “Juno” and “Up in the Air” showed much potential, so it’s nice to see him navigate this incredible moment in time and do so with a clear-cut vision and savvy casting choices.

Fellow nepo baby (in a good way) Cooper Hoffman, Philip Seymour Hoffman’s son, is a perfect foil as ambitious Dick Ebersol, rocking the polyester suits as the late-night director of programming. (He’d later go on to produce SNL after Michaels’ left.)

Portraying the old guard is Willem Dafoe as humorless network vice president of talent relations Bob Tebet, who’d be happy to run another Johnny Carson “Tonight Show” re-run instead.

Nicholas Braun as Andy Kaufman

In small but essential roles, musical wunderkind Jon Batiste plays musical guest Billy Preston and Nicholas Braun (Emmy-nominated Cousin Greg on “Succession”) astutely characterizes up-and-coming Andy Kaufman’s brilliant schtick and as a naïve but talented puppeteer Jim Henson, clearly ahead of his time.

Matthew Rhys, Emmy winner for “The Americans,” is a snarling George Carlin who does not want to play nice with others in sketches.JK Simmons swoops in to steal his scenes as cantankerous old-guard comic Milton Berle, representing a different generational style.

Batiste also composed the propulsive original music score, which adds to the fast-paced freewheeling vibe. Reitman’s go-to cinematographer Eric Steelberg offers insight into the adrenaline rush while Jess Gonchor’s production design overstuffs Studio 8H plausibly.

An engaging whirlwind representing a collaborative creative process that sparked a comedic revolution, “Saturday Night” takes us back to an extraordinary leap of faith that resonates today. No need to give us a roadmap of the past half-century because we know the rest of its remarkable history.

Lamorne Morris as Garrett Morris.

Notes: To learn more, “Live from New York: The Complete, Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live as Told by Its Stars, Writers, and Guests,” first published in 2002, is a definitive oral history by James Andrew Miller and Tom Shales.

Two documentaries on the short, brilliant and troubled lives of two of the show’s biggest stars, “Belushi” (2020) and “Love, Gilda” (2018) are available to watch on subscription streaming services, and for digital rental.

“Saturday Night” is a 2024 comedy based on a true story, directed by Jason Reitman, and starring Gabriel LaBelle, Cooper Hoffman, Willem Dafoe, Cory Michael Smith, Lamorne Morris, Rachel Sennott, Matt Wood, Dylan O’Brien, Ella Hunt, Kim Matula, Emily Fairn, Nicholas Braun, Jon Batiste, Tommy Dewey and JK Simmons. It is rated R for language throughout, sexual references, some drug use and brief graphic nudity and the run time is 1 hour, 49 minutes. It opened in theaters Oct. 11. Lynn’s Grade: A-.

Actors Intrigue as Iconic Figures in “The Apprentice” Origin Story

Actors Intrigue as Iconic Figures in “The Apprentice” Origin Story

By Lynn Venhaus

Neither a hatchet job nor a puff piece, “The Apprentice” is another familiar take on the American Dream that leads to great wealth, meteoric success, and moral quagmires.

More than anything, this origin story is a study of power – how people get it, what they do with it, how they try to hold on to it, and how it can be lost. Director Ali Abbasi looks inside power structures and systemic corruptible institutions, and he shows how family influences our formation.

Featuring two iconic 20th century figures, the film only hints at a political future, but all the furor pre-release is a sad commentary on our divisive partisan landscape.

The time period is only focused on the 1970s and 1980s, starting out in 1973 New York City, when Manhattan was scuzzy and Queens was rougher, a rotting Big Apple that was desperate for a makeover.

Determined to emerge from his powerful father’s shadow and make a name for himself in Manhattan real estate, aspiring mogul Donald J. Trump (Sebastian Stan) is in the earliest days of his career when he encounters the man who will become a game-changer for him — political fixer Roy Cohn (Jeremy Strong).

Seeing promise in the young buck, the influential attorney teaches his new acolyte how to amass wealth and power through deception, intimidation, and media manipulation. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Sebastian Stan as young Donald J. Trump.

Stan effectively portrays an eager-to-please social climber who is in awe of how ruthless and flamboyant Cohn is. Their mentor-pupil relationship is the flip side of Mr. Miyagi and Daniel in “The Karate Kid.”

Their alliance is portrayed with great gusto by Stan, who easily slips into the skin of the future 45th U.S. president during his hedonistic days as a swinging bachelor, first with little of the bluster he’d later develop, and then subtly transforms into a mover and a shaker who enjoys status and celebrity — and sucking up all the oxygen in the room.

Emmy and Tony Awards-winning Jeremy Strong is chilling as the amoral ultimate power broker. Cohn eventually becomes a tragic figure as he succumbs to AIDS. To see Strong maneuver through the upper echelon of NYC society and see how he manipulates people for his own gain is as fascinating as watching a magician’s tricks.

Cohn’s three cardinal rules: “Admit nothing, deny everything. Attack, attack, attack. You claim victory and never admit defeat” are reinforced in boardrooms, courtrooms and private dining rooms.

They become Trump’s playbook as he transforms from notorious real estate magnate Fred Trump’s ambitious son to confident major player in the elite Manhattan circles that he desperately wanted to be part of, craving the spotlight.

The demanding Fred Trump Sr., played with cunning by Martin Donovan, has little patience for his second-born son’s exploits, and even less tolerance for his oldest son Fred Jr.’s decision to be a TWA airline pilot and not join the family business. He disdained any sign of weakness.

The screenplay by Gabriel Sherman, a veteran journalist who has chronicled Trump for Vanity Fair, focused on how Cohn schooled his protégé, only to have his greatest admirer turn his back on him years later at his most vulnerable. He’s specific about the psychology behind the butterfly emerging from the cocoon.

Sherman, who wrote the fact-based script in 2017, has dramatized events that are considered historical records. It is not propaganda from any side and is familiar enough to those who follow the news so that it really doesn’t offer anything new other than a character study with shades of the Corleone family saga peeking through at times.

Abbasi presents an interesting climb to the top scenario and zeroes in on influences that shaped this polarizing figure in a realistic way. It’s not flattering, but rather an attempt to understand how someone is molded into their public persona.

By capitalizing on the ’70s and ’80s excesses, the glitz and glamour is recognizable in Aleksandra Marinkovich’s meticulous — and sometimes gaudy — production design and Laura Montgomery’s colorful vintage costume design. Lensed by Kasper Tuxen, the film presents that signature bright-lights, big-city landscape where both Cohn and Trump flourished, and the soundtrack’s throbbing beats are reminiscent of the hip dance club scene.

People who already have their minds made up about the film may have issues with the point of view, and those who enjoy delving into psychology will find much to debate, especially in the more disturbing revelations.

While the film’s potency is in the two primary actors’ fearless performances, the supporting cast excels at not being caricatures. Just as Donovan nails papa Fred, Maria Bakalova doesn’t hit a false note as Ivana, Donald’s first wife and mother to three of his children, whom he tires of after she demonstrates a spidey sense for business.

Sebastian Stan and Jeremy Strong as Trump and Cohn.

Catherine McNally is a supportive mom as Mary Anne Trump, and Charlie Carrick is sympathetic as the troubled alcoholic Freddy Trump Jr. Famous figures include Ian D. Clark, who looks and sounds like former NYC Mayor Ed Koch, Mark Rendall as politically savvy advisor Roger Stone, and Bruce Beaton has one memorable scene as Andy Warhol at a party.

The film may have an uphill climb because of all the controversy surrounding it, but “”The Apprentice” succeeds in giving us a layered portrait of a man always in the news who everyone has an opinion about, one way or the other.

“The Apprentice” is a 2024 dramatic historical biography directed by Ali Abbasi and starring Sebastian Stan, Jeremy Strong, Maria Bakalova, Martin Donovan, Charlie Carrick, Catherine McNally, Ian D. Clark, Mark Rendall and Bruce Beaton. It is rated R for sexual content, some graphic nudity, language, sexual assault, and drug use and the run time is 2 hours. It opened Oct. 11 in St. Louis. Lynn’s Grade: B.

‘Super/Man’ is Moving Tribute to Real-Life Hero Christopher Reeve

‘Super/Man’ is Moving Tribute to Real-Life Hero Christopher Reeve

By Lynn Venhaus
A profoundly moving documentary, “Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story” focuses on the impactful life of the legendary actor, and how his activism for spinal cord injury treatments and disability rights changed many lives after his near-fatal horse-riding fall.

He played an iconic superhero in four movies – the best-ever take on the Man of Steel/Clark Kent starting with 1978’s “Superman,” and became a real-life hero after that life-altering event on May 27, 1995.

At age 42, he had become not only a global superstar but also an accomplished equestrian. A fluke accident occurred when his horse stopped, and he was paralyzed from the neck down. He would live for 10 more years, and supported by family and friends, became a beacon of hope and a profile in courage.

He died on Oct. 10, 2005, and left a tremendous legacy to uphold. His fiercely devoted wife, Dana, tragically lost her life to cancer just five months later, at age 44. His sons Matthew and Will, and daughter Alexandria are tireless advocates for The Christopher and Dana Reeve Paralysis Foundation. Their interviews illuminate this documentary in a warm and motivating way.

Filmmakers Ian Bonhôte and Peter Ettedgui spotlight Reeve’s struggles and his accomplishments, fluidly weaving a treasure trove of archival footage and never-before-seen home movies, which stresses the loving relationships he forged in his short lifetime.

In a sincere, non-exploitive way, they use Reeve’s own voice, from his narration of his 1999 autobiography, “Still Me,” and many clips of his wife Dana, a true force of positivity, carrying on in the worst of times.

A portrait of his early years learning his craft emerges through such talking heads as Jeff Daniels, Glenn Close, Susan Sarandon and Whoopi Goldberg, and his friendship with Robin Williams, his roommate at Juilliard.

Williams’ closeness was widely known in Hollywood, but to those unfamiliar with their beautiful bond, it’s tearjerking. If you haven’t started crying by the time Williams is shown delivering Reeve’s eulogy, get the tissues ready.

The directors do not flinch when showing Reeve’s battles as a quadriplegic, but also highlight his achievements during periods of tremendous adversity. After his emotional appearance onstage at the 1996 Academy Awards, Reeve resumed his career – both in front of and behind the camera.

Dana and Christopher Reeve.

Until his final breath, he remained a loving father and husband, and a dedicated activist – there always seemed to be hope with the Reeves. His passion and celebrity have helped raise $140 million for spinal cord research, and that work is helping advance treatments today, and strive for more health access and ‘able-ism.’

While the film is as open-hearted as possible, it does not lionize the actor – and presents conflicts and controversies, but also, remarkably, his growth as a human being post-tragedy. Overall, it’s powerful, inspiring, and supremely poignant.

“Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story” shows us the best of humanity at the lowest, most fateful times. Sure, it’s sad – the audience was in tears at the Sundance premiere, hailing it with a standing ovation. Yet, it’s heartwarming too — you feel the joy people had knowing what he accomplished in 52 years. And the work that continues in his name.

“Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story” is a 2024 documentary co-directed by Ian Bonhôte and Peter Ettedgui. It is rated PG-13 for some strong language and thematic elements, and runtime is 1 hour, 44 minutes. It opens in theatres on Oct. 11. Lynn’s Grade: A.

Christopher Reeve’s children Matthew, Alexandria and Will.

‘Trayf’ Thoughtfully Explores Faith, Tradition and Finding Your Way

‘Trayf’ Thoughtfully Explores Faith, Tradition and Finding Your Way

By Lynn Venhaus

Perceptively directed and thoughtfully acted, “Trayf” is an ode to friendship, an exploration of faith and tradition, and finding one’s own path to enlightenment.

New Jewish Theatre’s St. Louis premiere of Lindsey Joelle’s 2018 play is noteworthy for its heart and humor, but also in the painstaking care that they have used in sharing this story.

One need not be an expert or be all that familiar with Jewish customs to enjoy this warm and winsome story of young men at crossroads.

The universal coming-of-age theme has specific elements to seamlessly educate in an insightful way about an ultra-Orthodox sect of Judaism — Chabad Hasidism.

Director Aaron Sparks has masterfully interpreted the material so that we witness how these two 18-year-olds have been shaped by their religious teachings. Joelle’s dialogue snaps and crackles, and the convincing actors make it pop with peppy patter and engaging portrayals.

Spencer Sickmann, Jacob Schmidt and Bryce Miller. Photo by ProPhotoSTL.

Best friends Schmuel and Zalmy grew up in Crown Heights in Brooklyn, New York. It’s the summer of 1991. Together, they drive a Chabad “Mitzvah Tank” in borough neighborhoods as lamplighters, to zealously spread their faith. They’re ready to take on the world, but they discover they have much to learn.

The pair are similar but have different personalities, and dynamic duo Jacob Schmidt and Bryce Miller convey a deep commitment to each other, their families and their community. They are funny in their exchanges, for Joelle’s wit sparkles, and their enthusiasm is refreshing.

As Schmuel, Miller is an absolute, a by-the-book guy who doesn’t veer off course, and who is always guided by the principles of faith. He is fervent about his beliefs.

He doesn’t grasp Zalmy’s yearning, his curiosity about the secular world. Why would his childhood friend not be content with the way things always have been and want to learn more?

As Zalmy is beguiled by the modern world and the freedom to broaden his horizons, Schmidt has a childlike wonder about him, like “The Little Mermaid” Ariel and her fascination with all things above the sea, on land.

Schmuel is disapproving. Life is following the rules, not seeing how they can break them. He’s not open to Zalmy’s desires and temptations. They may be growing apart, but they still love each other.

The conversations are candid, and a tad irreverent, indicating both are naïve They share their innermost thoughts on sex and romance and express their fears and doubts. There is always that nagging feeling that they don’t fit in as they go about their journeys.

Schmuel wants them to have the exact same experiences, but Zalmy’s interest in other music, roller-skating and wearing blue jeans is blasphemous to Schmuel.

One day, a charismatic stranger tells them he just learned that his father was Jewish and wants to learn more about Judaism. Spencer Sickmann plays Johnathan, who works at a music store, and gives Zalmy samples of the latest music.

While teaching him about their faith, Zalmy is enamored with Johnathan’s lifestyle. He has a girlfriend. He wears jeans and cool T-shirts, perfectly selected by costume designer

Annie Zigman, Bryce Miller. Photo by ProPhotoSTL.

Sickmann, who always disappears into a role, had taken a break from the stage before returning to direct at the LaBute New Play Festival this past summer. He was last seen in NJT’s “My Name is Asher Lev” in 2020, right before the pandemic shut social activities down. He is reunited with the “Asher Lev” director Aaron Sparks.

He becomes pals with both young men, but spends more time with Zalmy, who is conflicted about the strict rules of his faith, while Johnathan has given up a lot of his secular customs, including breaking up with his girlfriend Leah. As played by Annie Zigman, she has one scene discussing how Johnathan has changed because of their teachings.

Schmuel is jealous of Johnathan and Zalmy’s bond, and there are reflections by each on their growth.

The play is full of music – both the Orthodox religious music that Schmuly and Zalmy love, as well as the mainstream music that Jonathan introduces to Zalmy, and highlights the connection of music to religious experience. Sound designer Kareem Deanes gets it right.

It is set in the summer of 1991 – just prior to the Crown Heights riots that took place in August of that year.  The play shows the Chabad community before it was changed by those events.

The Crown Heights riot was a race riot that took place from August 19 to August 21, 1991, in the Crown Heights section of Brooklyn, New York City. Black residents attacked Orthodox Jewish residents, damaged their homes, and looted businesses. It was caused by the collision of a Chabad motorcade with Guyanese children, killing one. The statistics are sobering: 129 arrested and injuries to 152 police officers and 38 civilians.

The play is described as “a road-trip bromance that is a funny and heartwarming ode to the turbulence of youth, the universal suspicion that we don’t quite fit in, and the friends that see us through.”

The story is lived-in, and the conflicts are genuine, with Sparks at the helm. He’s the son of Zelda Sparks, who was the director of cultural arts at the J for many years

It is directed by Aaron Sparks, who was last at NJT for My Name is Asher Lev in 2020, the last production at NJT before COVID shut everything down.  Aaron is also the son of Zelda Sparks, who was the Director of Cultural Arts at the J for many years, so this is a homecoming for him to direct this play in the community that raised him.

The creative team’s work also stands out, with Lily Tomasic’s grid-like set and functional Mitzvah Tank, lit well by lighting designer Michael Sullivan.

The yearning for connection and the importance of community is palpable, with the acting ensemble in top form.

New Jewish Theatre presents “Trayf” Thursdays at 7:30 pm, Saturdays at 4 and 8 pm and Sundays at 2 pm from Sept. 12 through Sept. 29. It is 95 minutes without intermission. Performances take place at the SFC Performing Arts Center, 2 Millstone Campus Drive. Tickets are available by phone at 314.442.3283 or online at newjewishtheatre.org. For more information: jccstl.com/arts-ideas/new-jewish-theatre/current-productions.

Photos by Jon Gitchoff, ProPhotoSTL.

Fascinating Rhythms, Expressive Vocals Give The Black Rep’s Splendid ‘Blues in the Night’ a Lush Life

Fascinating Rhythms, Expressive Vocals Give The Black Rep’s Splendid ‘Blues in the Night’ a Lush Life

By Lynn Venhaus

A saucy, sultry and soulful trio of supremely talented women take us on their rocky road of hard-fought life lessons in a stylishly framed musical “Blues in the Night.” They sure have earned the right to sing the blues, and the Black Rep’s polished gem of a show is evocative of divine romance and the light that breaks through after darkness.

The enchanting Adrianna Jones as “The Woman,” Amber Alexandria Rose as “The Girl,’ and De-Rance Blaylock as “The Lady” conjure up past lives of sorrows, heartbreak and triumphs as they take us through an appealing catalogue of 27 classic blues and jazz songs.

In their skilled delivery, while projecting attitude and emotion, they bring those experiences to life with a vitality that’s mesmerizing. These songs may have been written in days gone by, but there is a freshness because the numbers are presented with a vibrancy and good nature.

The time is the 1930s and the place is Chicago. And we are swept away to an era immortalized in music and movies. I can see/hear images of Duke Ellington, Bessie Smith, Louie Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald.

The women get to shine in solos – think of their voices as the luxurious textures of silk, satin and velvet.

De-Rance Blaylock as “The Lady.” Photo by Keshon Campbell.

As the eldest woman “The Lady,” Blaylock, who won the St. Louis Theater Circle Award for Best Performance in a Musical, Female or Non-Binary Role, last year for “Caroline, or Change,” imbues Bessie Smith’s dramatic standards “New Orleans Hop Scop Blues,” “Dirty No-Gooder’s Blues” and “Wasted Life Blues” with grit, then is playful in “Take Me for a Buggy Ride” and “Kitchen Man.” She’s sorrowful in Billie Holiday’s “Lover Man.”

As “The Woman” in her prime, Jones makes a memorable Black Rep debut, swinging in the famous Benny Goodman song named after the famous Harlem nightspot, “Stompin’ at the Savoy,” and Billy Strayhorn’s jazz standard “Lush Life.” She’s longing – and assertive –in “Rough and Ready Man.”

As the youngest “The Girl,” Amber Alexandria Rose is already a veteran of multiple musicals produced at The Black Rep and was part of the noteworthy Fisk Jubilee Singers at the Tennessee university. She’s dynamic in the Big Band favorite “Taking a Chance on Love,” “Willow Weep for Me” and “Reckless Blues.” Jones and Rose duet in the great torch song “When Your Lover Is Gone.”

However, the women aren’t the only ones adding sass and class to the show. As “The Man,” J Samuel Davis displays a remarkable gift for singing – who knew? (I mean he’s one of our finest dramatic actors, but an accomplished vocalist? Heck, yeah! More, please).

J Samuel Davis as “The Man.” Photo by Keshon Campbell.

Well, he gets to play the cad, the guy who done them wrong, but also a fellow with considerable charm. He opens with a rousing “T-Bone Walker’s “The Blues Is a Woman” and has fun with Louie Armstrong’s “I’m Just a Lucky So-and-So” and “Wild Women Don’t Have No Blues.” Davis is a two-time St. Louis Theater Circle Award winner, for performances in “Bashir Lazhar” at Upstream Theater and “District Merchants” at New Jewish Theatre. He’s recently been seen in “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” at the Tennessee Williams Festival St. Louis and in The Black Rep’s “King Hedley II.”

A tight quintet of superb musicians makes the magic happen, with music director Khalid McGee giving the piano a mighty fine workout, along with Willem von Hombracht on bass, Brady Lewis on trumpet, Stan Coleman on reeds and Bernard Long Jr. on drums smoothly jiving, wailing and scorching the compositions.

The original vocal arrangements were by Chapman Roberts, with orchestrations and additional vocal arrangements by Sy Johnson. It’s a satiny-smooth trip through the best representations of the genre.

Their second act opening jam session to “Wild Women Don’t Get the Blues” gets the joint a jumping, while their Exit Music at the show’s end is enough to keep you in your seats. What a delight they are to listen to all evening. And special shout-out to sound designer Justin Schmitz on his outstanding work.

The way the set is structured, with Davis often presiding over a bar, you feel like the musicians are masters of their destination nightclub, and you feel part of a very ‘inside’ cool experience.

Adrianna Jones as “The Girl.” Photo by Keshon Campbell

The women are placed in individual rooms that appear to be the same floor of a hotel — each of various ages and different reasons to be home alone.

Scenic designer Jamie Bullins’ attention to detail is admirable and sets a terrific nostalgic tone, which is carried through by prop designer Mikhail Lynn.

Travis Richardson’s lighting design enhances those spaces and adds so much to the shifting moods.  It feels elegant despite hearing tales of woe (but often resilience and strength, too).

Director Ron Himes has enlivened this show – part jukebox musical, part revue and totally entertaining with a breezy staging that also offers comfort, joy and inspiration.

Sheldon Epps, well-known for his work as artistic director at the Pasadena Playhouse, earned Tony nominations and much acclaim for his musical on Duke Ellington called “Play On!” He then conceived and put together “Blues in the Night,” which opened off-Broadway in 1980 before it moved to Broadway in 1982. It was nominated for a Tony as best musical but mostly (inexplicably) has had short runs.

 It deserves to be noticed, for its depth of material and sharp execution are worth seeing because of the band’s rhythms and the cast’s vocal power and emotional intensity. It results in a charming evening of good tunes, sumptuous vocals and a fun atmosphere.

Amber Alexandria Rose as “The Girl.” Photo by Keshon Campbell.

The company’s group numbers showcase their abilities to harmonize beautifully, with “It Makes My Love Come Down” and a feisty “Take It All Back” wrapping up the first act.

Decked out in shades of blue, the women coming out swinging in the second act with “Blues in the Night,” followed by stellar renditions of “When A Woman Loves a Man” and “Am I Blue?” and a wistful “Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out” with the entire company.

After baring their souls and singing their hearts out, the women present a moving “I Gotta Right to Sing the Blues,” the well-known Harold Arlen standard, before the “Four Walls Blues” encore/finale.

Heather Beal’s light touch on choreography is well-suited to this show, and the characters. For the most movements, the women sashay, the man struts, and any dance is attuned to the times.

Gregory J. Horton’s gorgeous selection of vintage formal attire, cocktail dresses, and loungewear provides a sumptuous assortment of fabrics and styles ideally representing time periods and happenings.

The Women. Photo by Keshon Campbell.

Tracy Holliway-Wiggins is the stage manager with Daija Jones as assistant stage manager.

The blues provide a universal language into the soul, and the Black Rep has splendidly guided us through a pleasurable excursion into the urban blues of Chicago and a post-Great Depression America.

Photo by Keshon Campbell.

The Black Rep presents the musical “Blues in the Night” Sept. 4 through Sept. 29 at the Edison Theatre on the Washington University campus. Performances are at 7 p.m. Wednesday and Thursday, 8 p.m. Friday and Saturday, and 3 p.m. Sunday. The show is recommended for mature audiences ages 14 and up. Tickets are available at theblackrep.org or through the Box Office at 314-534-3807. Reduced pricing is available for seniors, educators, museum staff, students, and groups of 12 or more. For more information: www.theblackrep.org.

Heads Bang, Musicians Rock and Electric Performers Howl in New Line’s ‘American Idiot’

Heads Bang, Musicians Rock and Electric Performers Howl in New Line’s ‘American Idiot’

By Lynn Venhaus

An electric cast brings to life Green Day’s turbo-charged punk rock opera “American Idiot,” accompanied by an exceptional group of eight musicians whose propulsive rhythms invigorate New Line Theatre’s 98th production.

New Line first presented this youthful alienation statement as a regional premiere in 2016, and with a fresh crop of performers, has turned The Marcelle Theatre into a scorching experience that ramps up passion and urgency. Heads will be banged.

Green Day’s 2004 Grammy-winning rock album “American Idiot,” its seventh, is combined with additional songs from their “21st Century Breakdown” album in 2009 and previously unreleased material.

For the stage adaptation, it was formatted as a coming-of-age tale that delved into disillusionment in post-9-11 America. The explosive, in-your-face 2010 Broadway show was nominated for three Tony Awards, including best musical, and won two – for scenic and lighting designs.

Frontman Billie Joe Armstrong collaborated with director Michael Mayer to write the book, which attacked George W. Bush’s presidency, corporate greed, warmongering (“the War on Terror” in Afghanistan and Iraq), hypocrisy in politics, and being submissive, paranoid and apathetic, fueled by mass media.

Clayton Humburg and Bee Mecey as Johnny and St. Jimmy. Photo by Jill Ritter Lindberg

Guided by familiar songs that are rooted in realism, the ensemble is full of energy and attitude, snarling and in pain, confused about their lives’ directions as they struggle to find meaning. They hit the ground running with the title song “American Idiot” and crank it up to 11 from there. You always feel their convictions, no matter how dark it gets.

The ensemble’s momentum is strong in the group numbers, but also in the small vignettes that presents snapshots of lives in transition. Because there is minimal dialogue, the emotions must be conveyed to fill in the blanks about their confusion and malaise.

Temptations beckon ‘in the big city,’ relationships are messy, and the women seemed destined for disillusionment – with strong vocal showings from Lauren Tenenbaum as Whatshername, Adrienne Spann as Extraordinary Girl, and Rachel Parker as Heather.

Directors Chris Moore and Scott Miller have focused on the constant motion aspect of the material, where the band’s raw punk power is maintained, and the performers’ vibrancy comes through, even when playing angsty, restless characters.

Triple threats Clayton Humburg, Rafael DaCosta and DeAnte Bryant are a tight-knit trio of friends — Johnny, Tunny and Will, who are alternately angry and apathetic young men seeking to flee the stifling conformity of suburbia.

Rafael DaCosta, Adrienne Spann as Tunny and Extraordinary Girl. Photo by Jill Ritter Lindberg

Their robust voices harmonize as they verbalize their distress in “City of the Damned” and “I Don’t Care,” and their feelings coalesce in the soulful ballad “Wake Me Up When September Ends” with the company.

They are visibly agitated in several numbers, including “Tales of a Broken Home” trying to make sense of a world that keeps spinning and not in good ways.

Rebel without a cause, Johnny aka “Jesus of Suburbia,” just wants to be anesthetized and escape in most situations, saying yes to drugs and no to hygiene: “Give Me Novacaine” but shows a hopeful side in “Last of the American Girls” and “She’s a Rebel.”

Living in squalor, wallowing in drug hazes, not being nice to his “dream girl” that gets away, and wrestling inner demons, he hooks up with bad idea drug dealer St. Jimmy.

As a hero’s journey lynchpin, Johnny isn’t a sympathetic character, but Humburg’s verve for every role he takes on comes through, so that he demands you pay attention: Will he self-destruct or get it together? And he’s a naturally compelling performer, so you hope Johnny moves beyond cynicism.

Humburg, Lauren Tenenbaum. Photo by Jill Ritter Lindberg.

Tenenbaum becomes a forceful match for Johnny. At first, seductive Whatshername is misguided, then she grows bolder and more resourceful before she’s gone. In one of the show’s best numbers, Tenenbaum is a standout in the company’s “21 Guns.” She then leads the women in a feisty “Letterbomb.”

Trouble always comes by when St. Jimmy is around, and those pesky drugs that Whatshername is a willing participant in taking. She’s in the number with St. Jimmy and Johnny “Last Night on Earth.”

Bee Mecey is full of swagger as St. Jimmy, equal parts cocky and creepy. Mecey leans into the bombastic, snarling delivery of the vocals, and is an unremorseful ‘son of a gun’ in “The Death of St. Jimmy.”

Tunny joins the military, recruited for the Army by Favorite Son (a noteworthy Jordan Ray Duncan, who bears a striking resemblance to actor Paul Dano). DaCosta and Duncan are powerful in “Are We the Waiting,” joined by others, then they discover they are in for a rude awakening.

These scenes of combat and convalescences are the most powerful. After he is severely wounded in the War on Terror, Da Costa’s torment is palpable, and he agonizes about a crazy world — “Before the Lobotomy.” He attempts to adapt with help from the compassionate Spann, whose silky voice soars in “Extraordinary Girl.”

Gabriel Anderson, Kaylin Penninger. Photo by Jill Ritter Lindberg.

Bryant displays his shock at becoming a father when his girlfriend Heather (Parker) becomes pregnant. They clash as they deal with parenthood, and Parker is moving as she wrestles with Will’s lack of interest and the demands of a baby.

Parker’s sturdy vocal work is impressive as she delivers a rollercoaster of emotion. Her “Dearly Beloved” is a cry for help, her exasperation evident, while “Too Much Too Soon” reveals her frustration and desperation, and in a defiant “Rock and Roll Boyfriend,” she clearly has moved on from Will dragging her down.

As the characters grow, the band of brothers reunite for “We’re Coming Home Again,” and Johnny is sincerely regretful in “Whatshername.”

The zealous company includes Gabriel Anderson, Kaylin “Kat” Penninger, Alex Giordano, Amora Marie, Ian McCreary, Nathan Mecey, Hannah Renee and Vanessa Simpson. They do a fine job raging at the machine.

Anderson and Penninger are impressive as graceful and skilled featured dancers, and they were also the dance captains. Choreographer Chelsie Johnston pushed a passionate intensity in the movements, which brought out the group’s fire and never let up.

The finale is effectively staged, having the cast sit or stand scattered on the floor, singing a heartfelt “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life).” It is a surprisingly emotional ending after the group has poured out their hearts and souls into this rousing material.

Alex Giordano and Rachel Parker in “Rock and Roll Boyfriend.” Photo by Jill Ritter Lindberg.

Green Day was organized by lead vocalist and guitarist Billie Joe Armstrong in the Bay Area of California in 1987, and musicians Mike Dirnt (bassist) and Tre Cool (drums) came aboard awhile later. They are best known as a rock band that brought punk out of the underground and into the mainstream, starting with breakout success in 1994.

Thirty years later, they’ve sold 75 million records worldwide, been nominated for 20 Grammy Awards, winning five, and were inducted into the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame in 2015, their first year of eligibility.

Bassist John Gerdes’ pulsing power chords are a definite highlight, as are the strings that add so much – violin, viola and cello, along with the robust rock beats of the guitars and drums.

The musicians are a tight group that maintained a driving pace important to the Green Day sound, and carry out the throbbing musical arrangements and orchestrations by Broadway composer Tom Kitt

Gerdes was an outstanding music director, capably getting the best from conducting Chelsea Zak on keyboards (also assistant music director), Adam Rugo and Xander Gerdes on guitars, Jake Luebbert on drums, Steve Frisbee on violin, Mallory Golden on viola, and Marie Brown alternating with Michaela Kuba on cello.

Ensemble in “Holiday.” Photo by Jill Ritter Lindberg.

Ryan Day’s sound design is bold, Ryan Thorp’s lighting design is effective, Lauren Smith Bearden’s costume design captures the club scene and scruffy daily casual. Rob Lippert’s scenic design sets up three distinct areas for the action, with minimal set pieces.

Nathan Mecey put the pieces together as tech director, Mallory Golden mastered the props, and Ashwini Arora was the intimacy coordinator. Gabriel Scott Lawrence is listed as the directing intern.

Every generation has its seminal rock operas – like the Boomers’ “Hair” and “Tommy,” Gen X’s “Rent” and Millennials’ “Spring Awakening.” Millennials identify with Green Day, although there are shades of Gen X’ers too, so its multi-generations.

This cast shows their bond as mostly Gen Z’ers presenting a specific era. It’s hard to think of “American Idiot” as a period piece, for it remains relevant with its blistering screeds and hopeful ballads.

Johnny leads the company in “East 12th Street.” Photo by Jill Ritter Lindberg.

With a complexity that you may not have thought about while hearing the music in radio play or through sound systems, “American Idiot” shakes things awake in a rant against complacency and manipulation – and that can be heard loud and clear at any age.

New Line Theatre presents “American Idiot” from Sept. 12 to Oct. 5 on Thursdays through Saturdays at p.m. at the Marcelle Theatre, 3310 Samuel Shepard Drive, St. Louis. There is no performance Sept. 14. This 90-minute show is presented without intermission and is the 33rd season opener.

Tickets: Metrotix: 314-534-1111 or visit the Fox Theatre box office or the MetroTix website. Discounts: for students, educators and military. For more information, visit www.newlinetheatre.com.

There are 10 free seats for every performance that are open to any college student with a valid student ID. It is valid only at the door.

There is a lighted parking lot across the street from the theatre, and there is lots of free street parking. There is no dress code and there are refreshments available in the lobby, including alcohol.

Company in “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life).” Photo by Jill Ritter Lindberg.

James McAvoy Is Gleefully Over the Top in Crowd-Pleasing Thriller ‘Speak No Evil’ From Blumhouse

James McAvoy Is Gleefully Over the Top in Crowd-Pleasing Thriller ‘Speak No Evil’ From Blumhouse

By Lynn Venhaus
Ah, polite society vs. listening to your natural instincts is at the heart of this intriguing psychological thriller-horror film “Speak No Evil,” which is an American remake of a bleaker 2022 Danish film.

In the hands of genre specialists Blumhouse Productions, the horrormeisters behind such franchises as “Insidious,” “Paranormal Activity” and “The Purge,” in addition to “Get Out,” M. Night Shyamalan’s “Split” and many more, this American version has been reimagined as a family pushed to the brink who fights back in a hair-raising showdown.

After meeting on vacation in Italy, an American family who uprooted their lives for the dad’s job in London is invited by a fun-loving British couple to their farmhouse in the remote countryside in southwest England called “the West Country.” Even though the hosts aren’t well-known, they decide to be spontaneous and go, as their kids hit it off. However, the weekend turns into a psychological nightmare that wreaks havoc on their lives.

Writer-director James Watkins, who crafted the thrillers “Eden Lake” and “The Woman in Black,” stuck to the original’s plot rhythms at first, but veered away from Danish writer-director Christian Tafdrup’s European social commentary, and then swapped out the unsettling gruesome ending for American-style action mayhem, although still disturbing overall. Tafdrup is one of the executive producers on this film.

This is one of those mainstream, no-frills, straight-up suspense movies injected with humor that must be seen at the theaters with an audience, for the laughs, gasps, cheers, and applause responses are as much fun to experience as watching all hell break loose on screen.

The Daltons – Agnes (Alix West Lefler), Louise (Mackenzie Davis) and Ben (Scoot McNairy) in “Speak No Evil.”

While it does take a while to get to the unnerving conflicts, that feeling of uneasiness when you don’t listen to your hunches keeps building to a discomforting second-guessing level. There are so many red flags and tell-tale signs that the American guests ignore or brush away at the risk of not being gracious and offending their hosts.

You know that phrase by Maya Angelou about when people show you their real selves, believe it? These are the nagging doubts that escalate with the psychological thriller set-up. The couple from the states, the Daltons Ben (Scoot McNairy) and Louise (Mackenzie Davis), are parents of an 11-year-old daughter Agnes (Alix West Lefler) who frets and is never without her ‘worry bunny’ Hoppy, a stuffed animal. While on vacation in idyllic resort in Tuscany, the trio doesn’t seem to be having much fun.

Enter James McAvoy as Paddy, a life-of-the-party guy whose wife Ciara (Aisling Franciosi) is friendly, too. Their son Ant (Dan Hough) doesn’t speak, which is explained as a condition he was born with, a malformed tongue. Paddy is a doctor, after all, so nobody questions why the son seems so sullen.

The British couple is so jovial and engaging in conversation that when the Americans receive an invite for a weekend in the country, they dismiss their fears about strangers and show up at this remote estate. A getaway from rainy London seemed like a good idea, and they’re trying to fit into their new home, make friends.

McAvoy, a favorite since his impressive work in “The Last King of Scotland” in 2006 and “Atonement” in 2007, goes all in as a convivial host who’s at first a tad pushy, then some toxic masculinity surfaces. As the guests start sensing something isn’t quite right, he then reveals what a sociopath he really is in bursts of aggressive and crossing-the-line behavior.

Why is he acting so different, seething and not respecting boundaries? The three guests will soon find out and be freaked out, questioning his intentions.

McAvoy is one of those intense actors who can play the hero (Charles Xavier aka ‘Professor X’ in the “X-Men” prequel series “First Class,” “Days of Future Past,” “Apocalypse” and “Dark Phoenix,” and attorney Frederick Aiken in “The Conspirator”) or the villain (multiple personalities in “Split” and “Glass”) and be believable as both.

Couples out to dinner in the “West Country.” Aisling Franciosi, James McAvoy, McNairy and Davis.

Here, he is gleefully over the top as a sinister con artist masquerading as a company-loving gentleman farmer but hiding ugly truths and terrible secrets. He is the most fun to watch when going ballistic, but he has a flair for comedy that his film roles don’t often indicate (obviously humorless in “It Chapter Two” and “Atomic Blonde”).

The other adults are believable as they wrestle with fight-or-flight impulses, and the two youths are surprisingly effective. Their dance routine to “Cotton-Eye Joe” is a sweet example of something innocuous that turns ugly.

McNairy, often in supporting roles (“Argo,” “Men”), excels as a guy going through some things, questioning his role as a husband and a father. He is not the alpha-male Paddy is, making him look weak and indecisive, more on the passive-aggressive side.

His wife, who appears to have the upper hand, is played by the likable Davis, who starred with him for four seasons on the AMC series “Halt and Catch Fire.” She’s more forceful, but is trying to be amenable in a social setting. She also made her mark in “Terminator: Dark Fate” as an action star.

They realistically portray an unhappy married couple going through some bumps and trying to work through them, yet disagreeing on parenting philosophies while trying to be polite as guests.

They keep shaking off their doubts, much to the dismay of the audience who knows what “I’ll be back” usually means. Of course, with all horror movies, some logic and credibility are stretched. We’re put in their shoes as they make decisions, both smart and very unwise.

Dan Hough and Lefler as Ant and Agnes.

The darkness is creepy, but we’re not going to be getting too many answers here as survivor skills kick in. Jon Harris’ editing is first-rate, and so is the cinematography by Tim Maurice-Jones, and the isolated feeling adds to the story.

Comparisons to the 1971 Sam Peckingpah film “Straw Dogs” are fitting, with an American astrophysicist (Dustin Hoffman) and his beautiful British wife (Susan George) pushed to the breaking point by locals harassing them, only sex never enters into this scenario. (Well, except for Paddy-Ciara getting frisky in public).

“Speak No Evil” satisfies mostly as a crowd-pleaser that is ideally suited as an entertaining end-of-summer romp without too much gore or any jump scares. It’s certain to make your staycation plans all the more appealing – or have you think twice when people you don’t know well invite you somewhere.

“Speak No Evil” is a 2024 horror-comedy written and directed by James Watkins and starring James McAvoy, Aisling Franciosi, Scoot McNairy, Mackenzie Davis, Alix West Lefler and Dan Hough. It is rated R for some strong violence, language, some sexual content and brief drug use, and its runtime is 1 hour, 50 minutes. It opens in theatres Sept. 13. Lynn’s Grade: B.

‘Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’ Is a Wild Nostalgic Trip Back to the Afterlife

‘Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’ Is a Wild Nostalgic Trip Back to the Afterlife

By Alex McPherson

Messy and overstuffed, but bursting with personality, director Tim Burton’s “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” is a worthy follow-up to the 1988 original that provides another excellent showcase for Michael Keaton’s comedic talents.

“Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” takes place 36 years after the events of the first film. It continues the story of Lydia Deetz (Winona Ryder), last seen dancing to Harry Belafonte with a ghostly football team. She has become a successful television host and essentially cashed in on her supernatural abilities to see ghosts, making a living off others’ trauma.

But she’s haunted by visions of “Beetle Breakfast” himself (Keaton), popping pills to keep them at bay. She’s accompanied by her TV show producer and romantic partner Rory (Justin Theroux), who barely conceals his toxicity behind platitudes and emotional manipulation, valuing money and external validation above all else.

Lydia is abruptly summoned to New York City by her stepmother, Delia (Catherine O’Hara), a vain yet lovable diva having now become a performance artist in the Big Apple. She informs Lydia that her father, Charles (Jeffrey Jones), has unceremoniously died en route to a bird-watching trip.

Lydia, Delia, and Rory decide to have Charles buried at the Maitland family house in Winter River, Connecticut (the Maitlands are abruptly written out of this story), picking up Lydia’s estranged daughter Astrid (Jenna Ortega) from boarding school along the way. Astrid is highly resentful of her mother, who cannot see the ghost of her deceased father, and immerses herself in climate activism to rebel against her family’s opportunistic ways.

In the Afterlife, the titular Beetlejuice, as unhinged as ever, has opened a call center for his “bio-exorcism” gig. He’s staffed his office with ghouls with shrunken heads and uses one poor lad, Bob, as his personal assistant. Beetlejuice seems pretty content with all that power, but his past has other plans.

An unlucky janitor (played by Danny DeVito) ends up accidentally unleashing Beetlejuice’s ex lover, Delores (Monica Belluci), upon the world — a literal soul-sucking badass who physically staples herself back together — and she’s out for revenge. Beetlejuice needs to find a way out of the Afterlife. 

Young love, a marriage proposal, betrayal, rebellion, alternative waiting room visits, and wacky, charmingly grotesque antics ensue as Beetlejuice enters the Deetz’s lives once again. 

Let’s just say, there is a lot going on in “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice,” too much for any single plot strand to get the attention it really deserves. But Burton’s sequel is more than the sum of its parts. Without sanding down the caustic wit of the original or sacrificing its visual pizazz, “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” is an immensely fun watch, albeit an experience that works best if viewed purely as an excuse to get the gang back together to riff on old times.

“Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” largely captures the feel of Burton’s classic, from the gothic-inspired, lived-in set design (given a slightly too crisp digital sheen this time around), to Danny Elfman’s score, to its blunt satire of bureaucracy and greed, to the zany performances and a proud refusal to adapt to “modern” sensibilities. It’s just a fun time at the movies–-scattershot in its storytelling but knowingly so, retaining a distinctive style that only Burton’s mind can conjure. 

The entire ensemble of returning players and new faces seems to be having a ball on screen. Keaton is the obvious standout, slipping back into the iconic role with ease. Beetlejuice’s signature gross-out, form-breaking, shape-shifting antics are rendered as vividly as ever without relying on CGI. 

He’s alternately funny, likable, and squirm-inducing as the flamboyant trickster with surprises up his sleeve and havoc on his mind — manipulating anyone and everyone to his advantage. Keaton’s commitment to the bit makes one wish that he had even more screen time; however; the film has too much ground to cover to make him center-stage consistently.

Keaton steals his scenes all the same, delivering some genuinely shocking moments with sincerity, and taking part in some memorable set-pieces in the finale that really go for it. On his performance alone, the film soars.

Ryder excels yet again as Lydia, uptight and deflated but willing to fight for her family and what’s right. O’Hara, as before, is hilarious, particularly regarding the creation of artwork where she “deals with grief” in outlandish fashion. Ortega fits the role of the moody Astrid well, but stays within the bounds of her previous efforts in shows like “Wednesday.”

Arthur Conti as Jeremy, a neighborhood boy who sparks a romance with Astrid, is charming though mysterious. Theroux is enjoyably annoying, while Bellucci is threatening but disappointingly underused. (Delores is one of the most egregious sacrifices to the film’s narrative restlessness.)

Willem Dafoe, as movie-star-turned-Afterlife-detective Wolf Jackson tracking Delores’s reign of terror, is amusing, with some excellent makeup, but the screenplay ultimately doesn’t do much with him.

Indeed, much of “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” doesn’t dig beneath the surface. And, to be fair, it didn’t need to. It’s as if Burton wants us to relinquish deeper thought and go along for the ride — playing into nostalgia while introducing new characters and environments into the “Beetlejuice” universe. 

The closer one looks at any particular thread of “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice,” the less it holds up, and the few instances where Burton aims for poignancy don’t quite land effectively, as do early set-up scenes in the real world that take a while to kick into gear. Fortunately, much of “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” operates at too fast a clip to dwell on these shortcomings.

Many of the characters struggle with being authentic, both to themselves and others, and this truthfulness (or lack thereof) often determines their fates. “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice,” on the other hand, knows exactly what it is and largely embraces its instincts, remaining a wholly satisfying way to kick off the spooky season. It’s the rare legacy sequel that really delivers.

“Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” is a 2024 horror-comedy directed by Tim Burton and starring Michael Keaton, Winona Ryder, Jenna Ortega, Catherine O’Hara, Monica Bellucci, Justin Theroux and Willem Dafoe. It is rated PG-13 for violent content, macabre and bloody images, strong language, some suggestive material and brief drug use and the run time is 1 hour, 45 minutes. It started in theatres Sept. 6. Alex’s Grade: B+.

Madcap Michael Keaton Provides the Zest in a Goofier and Gorier Sequel ‘Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’

Madcap Michael Keaton Provides the Zest in a Goofier and Gorier Sequel ‘Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’

By Lynn Venhaus
It’s silly fun but hampered by uneven storytelling, nevertheless “Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” dips heavily into nostalgia and director Tim Burton’s irrepressible comic-horror sensibilities.

Thirty-six years after Burton’s distinctive original hybrid, he’s gotten the band back together — with a couple exceptions — for a madcap romp that’s gorier, goofier and goes off on nonsensical tangents.

After an unexpected family tragedy, three generations of the Deetz family return home to Winter River after an unexpected family tragedy. Lydia discovers she’s still haunted by Beetlejuice, and her life is turned upside down when her rebellious teenage daughter, Astrid (Jenny Ortega), discovers the Maitlands’ model of the town in the attic, accidentally opening the portal to the Afterlife. It’s only a matter of time until someone says Beetlejuice’s name three times, unleashing the mischievous demon once more.

While it is a real treat to see 73-year-old Michael Keaton re-inhabit the afterlife’s unpredictable bio-exorcist Betelgeuse with gleefully ghoulish visuals, that grating voice and his crackerjack comic timing, there are too many plot threads that distract from a couple crucial weddings that should be the focus.

To reconnect to the core Deetz family, Lydia is now a paranormal specialist with a TV series called “Ghost House.” Her husband died, and Ortega plays her hostile, angsty teenage daughter with appropriate disgust.

They return to the picturesque Connecticut town for Lydia’s father’s funeral. Charlie was chomped by a shark after one of his bird-watching expeditions when his plane crashed into the ocean.

Because Jeffrey Jones is unavailable (look it up), Burton has used an animated Claymation sequence to deal with his character’s demise.

Catherine O’Hara is back in all her flamboyant fiery red-haired glory as the vain artist Stepmom Delia. She can’t hide her disdain for Lydia’s opportunist boyfriend Rory (Justin Theroux), her show producer that speaks in psychobabble and spells trouble.

There’s also a new romance for anti-social Astrid — Jeremy (Arthur Conti), who has a complicated backstory and his motives aren’t clear at first, but wind up crystal clear down. And Beetlejuice’s sinister ex-wife Delores returns. As played by Monica Bellucci, she is a re-animated evil mistress that looks like a cross between Morticia Addams and Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. She is wreaking gruesome havoc like demons do.

In an interesting departure, Willem Dafoe has fun playing it straight as a hard-boiled detective from the afterlife.

The CGI-heavy story hinges on weddings, a funeral and a grotesque birth that is a mini-me Beetlejuice who is as demonic as the Chucky doll from “Child’s Play.”

It’s all ridiculous, with the added oomph of Burton’s funhouse aesthetic. The waiting room is as daffy as the original, and Bob, the shrunken-head spirit, reappears as Keaton’s wingman – a more prominent role.

The needle drops are funny but the song choices can be head-scratching. A dream sequence prominently uses both hit versions of Jimmy Webb’s  “MacArthur Park” that were recorded by Richard Harris and Donna Summer. Not sure if it is more than a Boomer in-joke.

Don’t think too hard and enjoy the fan service. Danny Elfman’s score, the weird sandworms, and bizarre happenings are commonplace in this spirit world. The spirited screenplay writers are Alfred Gough and Miles Millar, Emmy-nominated for “Wednesday” TV series, who also developed the story, along with Seth Grahame-Smith, based on characters created by Larry Wilson and the late Michael McDowell.

I did miss Alec Baldwin and Geena Davis as the recently deceased Maitlands, and the decorator character Otho (played by the dearly departed Glenn Shadix).

But watching Keaton dive back into one of his most iconic roles reminds us of how funny he was in ‘80s movie comedies (before “Batman” and showing his dramatic skills in serious acting roles).

Production designer Mark Scruton, also from “Wednesday,” has a field day with the macabre and the malevolence, but also with the daffiness. Costume designer Colleen Atwood, four-time Oscar winner including “Chicago,” “Fantastic Beasts” and “Alice in Wonderland” (2011), leans into the Halloween costume, steam-punk, and avant-garde artsy vibe with lively zest. The makeup artists and hairstylists did an outstanding job that also enhances the characters’ unusual looks.

Burton doesn’t quite know how to end the film, but he has pulled off an entertaining sequel that gives beloved characters another moment.

“Beetlejuice Beetlejuice” is a 2024 horror-comedy directed by Tim Burton and starring Michael Keaton, Winona Ryder, Jenna Ortega, Catherine O’Hara, Monica Bellucci, Justin Theroux and Willem Dafoe. It is rated PG-13 for violent content, macabre and bloody images, strong language, some suggestive material and brief drug use and the run time is 1 hour, 45 minutes. It started in theatres Sept. 6. Lynn’s Grade: B.