Mirthful ‘Myth of the Ostrich’ Takes Flight with a Trio of Local Treasures

Mirthful ‘Myth of the Ostrich’ Takes Flight with a Trio of Local Treasures

By Lynn Venhaus

A very special comedy, “Myth of the Ostrich,” is an absolute laugh riot, thanks to the triple treat of actresses who deliver heartfelt and hilarious portrayals of three distinct personalities, aided by the deft direction of Jane Paradise.

In Upstream Theater’s U.S. premiere of Canadian playwright Matt Murray’s playful and poignant story of assumptions, first impressions and flipping broad stereotypes, this Dream Team works smoothly in tandem.

For 90 minutes, the action-packed, chatty narrative is a marvel of physical slapstick, sharp timing, and landing punch lines effortlessly. But it also has something to say about understanding our differences with empathy and forging the unlikeliest connections, which is a timely takeaway.

As Holly, a harried single mom writer, Wendy Renee Greenwood is expecting her best friend Cheryl (Pamela Reckamp) to stop by her humble Boston abode. They’re both loud and messy, with Cheryl the more unfiltered and free-spirited, with a typical ‘Southie’ accent, but Holly seems a ,more level-headed voice of reason, not as impulsive as Cheryl..

Wendy Renee Greenwood and Pamela Reckamp. Photo by Patrick Huber.

Reckamp and Greenwood have an easy chemistry together, appearing naturally as friends who’ve known each other for a long time. They start off with a condescending, flippant tone as they listen to Pam talk about herself. But they’re not caricatures, and that’s a sincere development between these three.

Jenelle Gilreath Owens, who is adept at comedy, drama and musicals and often stands out on local stages, is a revelation as Pam, a transplant from a small town in Wisconsin who is a sheltered stay-at-home mom. She nails this character, in her ‘Minnesota Nice’ accent, proper appearance and social grace.

Pam comes by unannounced to introduce herself because she found a note her son Evan wrote to Holly’s Jodie. She wants to talk about the kids, being teens coming of age, and how they spend so much time together.

Pam and Holly are both good moms, no debating that – they care and are concerned – but they have different approaches. Holly is horrified Pam read the note, thinking that’s intrusive. Pam is feeling out of sorts with the move – her husband took a new job with a law firm – and she’s trying to make sense of her son, who seems more distant.

Pamela Reckamp and Jenelle Gilreath Owens. Photo by Patrick Huber.

Because of unexpected developments, which is best left as a surprise twist, an afternoon social call turns from polite to raucous for side-splitting laughs. Think Lucy and Ethel plus one, for high-jinks ensue as secrets, lies and tea are spilled.

Murray’s well-constructed script has ebbs and flows, and the discoveries are logical – while the physical element is farce, the dialogue is rich in compassion and wit — and candor. At a time when fear of others is rampant, it’s refreshing to see three very different women learn about each other and overcome prejudice.

Murray’s play, which really deserves more attention from American audiences, was first produced in 2014 at the Toronto Fringe Festival. Grateful to Upstream Artistic Director Philip Boehm for seeing this play at a sold-out performance in Warsaw, Poland, and bringing it here.

During one of the most dismal winters on record, it was a breath of fresh air to be at The Marcelle Theatre Sunday for a sold-out matinee on a day that was below freezing temperatures with a brutal wind chill, warmed by the audience’s gleeful amusement. (After several performances cancelled opening weekend because of heavy snowfall).

A blanket fort. Photo by Patrick Huber.

The entertaining production is also boosted by expert craftsmen – Denisse Chavez’ always excellent lighting design, Ellie Schwetye’s careful sound design, Michele Friedman Siler’s ideal costume design, and Patrick Huber’s lived-in set design.

The MVP just may be dialect coach Lauren Roth for the actress’ flawless character accents.

The beauty of this play is at first you might not talk to any of these women at the PTA meeting, but after getting to know them, you’d go out for coffee or a beer with them. Come for the laughs, stay for the growth. After all, “Myth of the Ostrich” reminds us that one can’t judge a book by its cover.

Upstream Theater presents “Myth of the Ostrich” by Canadian playwright Matt Murray, Jan. 29 through Feb. 8. Thursday, Friday and Saturday performances are at 7:30 p.m. and Sunday at 2 p.m. at The Marcelle in Grand Center, 3310 Samuel Shepard Dr. For more information: www.upstreamtheater.org

Wendy Renee Greenwood, Jenelle Gilreath Owens and Pamela Reckamp. Photo by Patrick Huber.

Williams’ Timeless Poetic Realism Is Reconstructed in A Bold, Different ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’

Williams’ Timeless Poetic Realism Is Reconstructed in A Bold, Different ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’

By Lynn Venhaus

A bold, ambitious “A Streetcar Named Desire” is the centerpiece in this year’s 10th annual Tennessee Williams Festival St. Louis.

A contemporary interpretation of the playwright’s most iconic work nearly 80 years after his masterpiece stunned Broadway audiences, director Michael James Reed asks us to look at the Pulitzer Prize and Tony-winning drama with fresh eyes. He prefers the term ‘reconstruction’ instead of ‘deconstruction,’ and that is what he delivers.

Already a relic from the past, fading and fragile Southern belle Blanche DuBois arrives at her sister Stella’s doorstep, to stay at her run-down two-room flat. Stella’s brutish working-class husband Stanley Kowalski isn’t aware of her visit and, immediately agitated, locks horns with his attention-seeking sister-in-law.

Over the course of the stifling summer, tempers flare, and Stanley becomes increasingly volatile, his bullying obsessive, while Blanche unravels – her displacement, discomfort and disorders adding to her breakdown. Stanley’s verbal and physical abuse becomes too much, leading to sexual abuse.

Todd D’Amour and Beth Bartley. Suzy Gorman photo.

This doomed power play leaves wreckage from a predator and prey situation, for Blanche appears like a frightened caged animal, her feminine wiles no longer effective.

Her final line, as she clings to a gentle doctor (David Wassilak) escorting her away: “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers” is shattering.

The cast portrays these indelible roles through a lens that is both rooted in Tennessee Williams’ dysfunctional framework and then Reed’s challenge to bring something different to their characterizations.

Some of the choices go outside the lines of our perceptions — with Todd D’Amour’s tightly wound abusive Stanley displaying pathological cruelty, Beth Bartley’s grittier desperate Blanche masking her many indignities, and Isa Venere’s younger Stella enabling and helpless. Think of it as an American horror story in retrospect.

As the local festival has amplified the past 10 years, Williams’ works are about loss in some way – of beauty, love, youth, identity and/or way of life, and this manifests through a range of characters developed during a career spanning 50 years, from the 1930s to his death in 1983 at age 71. After “The Glass Menagerie” made him a rising star in 1944, he opened 14 plays on Broadway from 1947 to 1980.

This is the first time that I really felt Williams’ own torment, of how humiliating it was for him to work with bullies like Stanley at the International Shoe Company during his formative years here, at a time when he was not free to express his sexuality and there was a very specific masculine ‘standard’ in society, not to mention another variation on his beloved sister Rose, mentally challenged at a time it was not understood. His own feelings poured out in these characters.

Looking back today, one sees societal changes colliding in Williams’ most famous work –the new South vs. the past, and women’s evolution regarding gender roles.

Post-war America, during this long, hot summer on Elysian Fields Street, adjacent to the French Quarter of New Orleans, we feel the heat. Sometimes, the atmosphere feels suffocating without any relief, while other times it feels like the tension is so thick and volatile, it could combust.

In that setting, the raw intensity seeps through, revealing harsh truths and emphasizes Williams’ timeless themes of illusion, trauma, power, control, and desire, and when reality hits head-on, how it changes expectations.

Beth Bartley and Isa Venere. Photo by Suzy Gorman.

After the play debuted to a thunderous 7-minute standing ovation on Dec. 3, 1947, it was adapted into an acclaimed Academy Award-winning film in 1951, with three of the four principals reprising their roles– Marlon Brando, Kim Hunter and Karl Malden, but Vivien Leigh as Blanche instead of Jessica Tandy.

Let’s face it, comparisons are inevitable, and “Streetcar” continues to be performed around the globe, never out of view. Andre Previn’s 1998 opera is part of Opera Theatre of St. Louis’ line-up next summer and a 2022 London play revival transferred to off-Broadway earlier this year for a limited run starring acclaimed Irish actor Paul Mescal, who won an Olivier Award as Stanley, and Spanish-British actress Patsy Ferran as Blanche.

The roles are demanding because they can easily go over-the-top into caricatures. After all, their indelible work has been exaggerated into comic archetypes in pop culture for decades.

Bartley’s panicked Blanche reunites with her sister, and Venere’s Stella, goes into caretaker mode, even when she learns that their family estate, Belle Rive in Laurel, Mississippi, has been lost to creditors.

Eric Dean White and Beth Bartley as Mitch and Blanche. Photo by Suzy Gorman.

A traumatized Blanche recalls taking care of their dying relatives without help. She says she has taken a leave of absence from teaching high school literature because her nerves are so frayed. Bartley and Venere share a comfortable chemistry.

Enter suspicious, coarse and crude Stanley. D’Amour isn’t imposing, nor is he articulate. With mumbled lines, he’s hard to understand and harder to relate to, and that’s unfortunate because it throws the balance off.

Stella, caught in the middle, must try to keep the peace between the warring factions, but she is ineffective. She and Stanley share a tempestuous sexual attraction, and his aggressive domestic violence is despicable (never acceptable, no matter what era, but being a batterer fits his offensive personality).

While Stanley seethes, Blanche makes herself at home, languishing in the bathtub, lounging in their shabby quarters, secretly drinking, and putting on her Southern Belle airs.

With her fanciful ways, she attracts an admirer — Stanley’s war buddy and poker-playing friend, Harold “Mitch” Mitchell (Eric Dean White), a bachelor who lives with his ailing mother. A raging Stanley will destroy that tender union after uncovering Blanche’s scandalous secrets back home.

Photo by Suzy Gorman

Trembling like an older, needier Judy Garland, whom she resembles, and acting delusional like the moody narcissistic Norma Desmond in “Sunset Boulevard,” Bartley is heart-breaking living out a fantasy life while she is clearly in decline. Now that we know more about mental health, it’s obvious Blanche has Histrionic Personality Disorder.

It’s a devastating portrait, and she also reveals a skilled manipulator, who has managed to survive using the theatrical tools in her toolbox.

As Mitch, White shows his sweet side, and two lonely people find comfort in each other. She’s flirtatious while she tells tall tales, and he’s smitten. When he confronts Blanche with what he’s discovered about her many liaisons and seductions in her hometown, though, his anger is visible – he’s done with being a nice guy.

The other supporting characters are lived-in examples of the area – top-shelf veterans Emily Baker and Isaiah DiLorenzo are their loud neighbors (and landlords) Eunice and Steve, who live upstairs. DiLorenzo and Wassilak are the two cast members that were in the festival’s award-winning 2018 “Streetcar” production.

Jeremiah King is a young collector, Cedric Leiba Jr. is another poker player, and Gwynneth Rausch is a nurse. Offstage, Jocelyn Padilla voices a flower collector. She also served as the intimacy coordinator. Jack Kalan was the fight choreographer.

Both Matthew McCarthy’s moody lighting design and Phillip Evans’ sound design are strong in this production, with dramatic illuminations and a discordant cacophony and jazzy-blues music adding to the atmosphere.

Two elements puzzled me. For a story that emphasizes claustrophobia in such small quarters, the set design did not appear so. Patrick Huber favored a nod to mid-century modern décor, with a neon palette more suited to another era or pre-school, that was stretched out on the Grandel stage.

Shevare Perry’s costume design for most of the cast worked fine, but Blanche’s daytime outfits appeared misfitting and Stella’s pants in the opening scene were jarring. Blanche’s flouncy nightgowns and bright red satin robe were just right.

Perhaps those choices were all in keeping with tossing out pre-conceived notions for this production.

Set design by Patrick Huber, lighting design by Matthew McCarthy. Photo by Suzy Gorman.

“A Streetcar Named Desire” maintains its power in Williams’ vivid poetic realism and lyrical dialogue that continues to captivate. While I prefer more emotionally charged character renderings, which was what Blanche aimed for, instead of a detached one like Stanley and Stella, these were choices made for a different take. In real life, D’Amour and Bartley are married.

Williams’ view of outsiders, of deeply flawed humans, continues to resonate some 80 years later, and that’s worth celebrating.

The Tennessee Williams Festival presents “A Streetcar Named Desire” Aug. 7 – 17 at the Grandel Theatre in Grand Center. For more information, visit www.twstl.org

Blanche DuBois (Beth Bartley). Photo by Suzy Gorman.

Strong Female-Forward Works Intrigue In This Year’s LaBute New Theater Festival

Strong Female-Forward Works Intrigue In This Year’s LaBute New Theater Festival

By Lynn Venhaus
Noteworthy for different perspectives and original approaches, a mostly female-forward selection of one-act plays are the highlights of this year’s LaBute New Theater Festival.

Another interesting development is a noticeable female and non-binary presenting team on stage and behind the scenes crew that offer crisp performances and assured contributions. And that’s no dig to the men’s expertise. It’s refreshing to see uncommon fresh voices involved.

The festival, now in its 11th year, and established in 2013, is a unique collaboration between St. Louis Actors’ Studio and Neil LaBute, the renowned playwright, screenwriter, and director of theater and film.

This innovative endeavor introduces and supports new work from across the country. LaBute not only lends his name, but he is part of a 10-member panel that selects the plays from hundreds of submissions, often emerging professional playwrights, and from a vast swath of locations.

This year’s most outstanding work is a gripping sci-fi horror thriller in the vein of the best “Twilight Zone” anthologies called “TEOTWAWKI.”

More than an acronym used by R.E.M. in a song about “The End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine),” this panicky doomsday piece written by two-time finalist Aleks Merilo of Palo Alto, Calif., has taut, carefully crafted layers that have a palpable urgency.

 Deftly directed by Bryn McLaughlin, she effectively builds suspense in a haunting and satisfying way. Sarah Wilkinson is pitch perfect as the spunky, scared, sweet young woman trying to find someone still alive. Every day, she talks on a ham radio, desperately trying to locate fellow survivors.

The likable Wilkinson, a St. Louis Theater Circle Award winner who continues to show her versatility on stage – in primarily musicals and comedies, now adds chilling drama to her growing list of credits.

This terrifying snapshot of a catastrophic event that has led to the collapse of modern society lingers, and Wilkinson is a standout in the introductory piece, and in two others.

Four of the one-acts that follow are uniformly solid, a potent mix of edgy whip-smart farce, audacious parody of corporate greed, cynical tone-deaf privilege on display during daily commutes to work, and a modern poignant reflection on human chemistry and connection.

The one that didn’t quite land in the way it was intended was a rather whiny two-hander, “Poor Me,” by Tracy Carns of New York, who pitted former roommates and supposed friends in the awkward position of one having to tell the other to vacate a residence.

Despite savvy performances from Claire Coffey as defiant Cleo and affable Xander Huber as a nervous, reluctant Tad, the play focuses on a self-absorbed laid-off marketer who is squatting in an apartment building owned by Tad’s father.

She used to live there with Tad and his girlfriend, her friend, but now they are expecting a baby and have since moved away. Cleo’s still there, despite nudges and pleadings, the apartment building is going to be renovated, and they need her to find another place.

She is adamant about staying. Refusing the ultimatum, it’s a frustrating standoff where you have little sympathy for either party, even with Huber’s hangdog expression, especially after revelation of some ugly truths. However, the ending, which appears tacked on, is a head-scratcher.

Coffey, effortlessly poised, excels in three other works – “Hungry Women,” “Carpool” and “Scenes from a Bookstore,” as do the other shrewd performers.

Reagan Posey-Mank, MacLean Banner and Claire Coffey in “Hungry Women.” Photo by Patrick Huber

A cross between “The Gilded Age” and “Yellowjackets,” “Hungry Women” is an unusual satirical look at widows contending with being on their own and going through a famine. Four women, all in well-to-do finery, meet for lunch, and reveal the horrors that have upended their lives.

While explanations aren’t that much a part of Melissa Maney’s witty flip of gender expectations and feminism enlightenment, the quartet of amenable actresses are primed to be brave and fervent.

Maney, of Hillsborough, N.J., gives the actresses meaty roles to have fun with, and Wilkinson again confidently shines in the part of Vic, requiring moxie and swagger — big determined energy.

MacLean Banner and Reagan Posey-Mank are newcomers to the Gaslight Theatre, and as Mary and Eden, project congeniality with Wilkinson and Coffey as Ruth (also newbies) in their dressy layers and coiffed hairstyles. Special mention to costume and wig designer Abby Pastorello for the period pieces.

Sarah Wilkinson as Vic with Blanner, Posey-Mank and Coffey. Photo by Patrick Huber.

The mannered housewives have fun feigning shock at some morally outrageous developments and make their transformations believable.

Director Avery Harrison leaned into the pearl-clutching humor, and the performers boldly followed suit.

Banner, a formidable presence as Disney princesses in big splashy musicals and an insightful director of youth group summer productions, flexes different instruments in her toolbox in three of the one-acts.

Taylor Crandall and MacLean Blanner in “Scenes from a Bookstore.” Photo by Patrick Huber.

She is most impressive as a young wife and mother in Neil LaBute’s “Scenes from a Bookstore.” She and Tyler Crandall have convincing chemistry as two people who may share a history and unexpectedly reconnect in a Hudson Valley bookstore.

LaBute has slyly built a ‘will they or won’t they’ dynamic as the two keep running into each other, some obviously planned encounters. She has taken a part-time job there as the play unfolds.

The charismatic Crandall and naturally appealing Banner offer nuanced portraits of these two, coyly named “Him” and “Her.” Coffey, who easily fits into an elegant female role, plays ‘the’ wife, “She,” who drops into the business. Think of it as a relationship lens in the manner of Ingmar Bergman’s intimate “Scenes from a Marriage,” with much implied and less spoken aloud.

McLaughlin directed this layered work without ever tipping the scales. It may be a conversation-sparker afterwards, as it’s the last piece in this thought-provoking line-up. LaBute contributes a one-act every year.

The play also has precise technical cues too, and production manager Kristi Gunther, set and lighting designer Patrick Huber, and props designer Emma Glose seamlessly communicated the times and dates as the story progressed.

A laugh-out-loud audacious work is “A Modest Proposal” by David MacGregor of Howell, Mich. Smoothly helmed by Harrison in a nondescript office, MacGregor humorously ratchets up the out-of-control disparity between the haves and the have-nots.

A feisty self-assured consultant, played with relish by Wilkinson, proposes something so absurd as a solution to their bottom-line profitability that the egomaniac bosses, Crandall as an arrogant CEO and Posey-Mank as a condescending CFO, are seriously considering it.

Under Harrison’s distinctive direction, Wilkinson is smooth and silky as the persuasive salesman whose far-fetched plan is guaranteed to push buttons.

Claire Coffey, Xander Huber and MacLean Banner in “Carpool.” Photo by Patrick Huber.

Dave Carley’s script for “Carpool” is subtle, taking a familiar routine and enlivening it with co-worker interactions. Banner is the driver, known as A, Coffey is riding shotgun, known as B, and Huber is a mostly silent uncomfortable intern whose expressions speak volumes.

Then, Carley, from Ontario, Canada, adds some quirky twists, and director Harrison shapes it to be an amusing, off-beat piece.

A benchmark of this year’s festival is the quality of the performers and the writing, and these artists adroitly worked together.

Stage manager Amy J. Paige and her assistant Jayla Pruitt efficiently move things along, and the team pitches in for quick, minimal set changes, usually with splendid needle drops.

In the always intriguing festival’s annual execution, the contemporary pieces are stimulating, with authentic characters created by writers who have something to say, engagingly acted and modestly presented in The Gaslight Theatre’s intimate black box. This year’s offerings demand attention.

St. Louis Actors’ Studio presents the 11th annual LaBute New Theater Festival July 11 to 27, with performances at 8 p.m. Thursday through Saturday and at 3 p.m. on Sundays at The Gaslight Theater on North Boyle in the Central West End. General admission tickets are available via Ticketmaster or at the theater box office one hour before show time. For more information, visit www.stlas.org.

Tyler Crandall, Xander Huber, Sarah Wilkinson and Reagan Posey-Mank pose with playwright Aleks Merilo (center) at LaBute Festival. Photo by Patrick Huber.

A Classic Reimagined: Union Avenue Opera’s Vocally Rich ‘My Fair Lady’

A Classic Reimagined: Union Avenue Opera’s Vocally Rich ‘My Fair Lady’

By CB Adams

Once considered the sacred domain of soaring arias and tragic finales, the modern opera house has become an increasingly hospitable venue for the American musical. As audiences diversify and box offices face familiar headwinds, opera companies on both sides of the Atlantic are redrawing the boundary lines between Puccini and Porter, Mozart and Lerner & Loewe. These incursions into Broadway territory are not merely pragmatic gestures toward sustainability — though the allure of fresh demographics and fuller houses certainly plays its part. They also reflect a shift in artistic priorities: a recalibration of high and low, serious and popular, in which mid-century musicals once dismissed as cultural confections are now approached with curatorial seriousness and full orchestral forces.

The result is a kind of genre détente, one that invites reconsideration of works like “Carousel,” “West Side Story” and “My Fair Lady” for their melodic richness as well as for their dramatic substance. Yet this recontextualization brings with it inevitable tensions. Operatic grandeur can deepen a musical’s emotional resonance, but it can just as easily flatten the vernacular texture that gives it heart. When the scale tilts too far toward vocal opulence, the quicksilver wit of a lyric or the intimacy of a book scene can dissipate into the rafters.

Dress rehearsal on July 2, 2025 for Union Avenue Opera’s production of My Fair Lady.

Union Avenue Opera’s “My Fair Lady” steps confidently into this evolving conversation — not as novelty or gimmick but as a fully realized statement of intent. Directed with restraint and elegance by Annamaria Pileggi, the production embraces the vocal and orchestral might of the opera house without losing sight of the musical’s theatrical spine. Unlike the heavily amplified Broadway revivals of recent decades, this staging offers an unamplified vocal experience, restoring a kind of sonic intimacy that harkens back to the musical’s 1956 premiere.

In the resonant acoustics of the opera house, spoken scenes and sung lines alike are given a natural immediacy — less glossy perhaps but more present, more human. The staging honors the show’s Edwardian polish while allowing its class-conscious undercurrents to simmer beneath the surface, even though some of the lines are lost (thank goodness for the supertitles!).

Much depends, of course, on the cast’s ability to navigate the delicate terrain between speech and song, between character and caricature. Here, the company largely succeeds, with performers who favor nuance over bombast and clarity over excess. The result is a “My Fair Lady” that reads not as a nostalgic nod to a bygone era but as a reclamation — of the work’s musical sophistication, certainly, but also of its enduring cultural bite, the proof of which may be the capacity audience at the July 6 matinee that I attended.

Dress rehearsal on July 2, 2025 for Union Avenue Opera’s production of My Fair Lady.

Musically, this “My Fair Lady” rests on a solid and sensitive orchestral foundation, conducted with finesse by Scott Schoonover, who also serves as UAO’s artistic director. Under his baton, the orchestra delivers Loewe’s lush, deceptively intricate score with clarity and warmth, never overwhelming the singers but instead supporting them with a rhythmic and emotional pliancy that elevates each number. It’s in the music — and in the vocal performances — that this production finds its center of gravity.

Freed from amplification, the voices bloom naturally in the hall, allowing phrasing, diction and dynamic shading to emerge with expressive immediacy. The decision to emphasize vocal and musical integrity over spectacle and fashion show proves a wise one. Though the scenic and visual design elements — Patrice J. Nelms’s versatile set, Teresa Doggett’s handsome period costumes, Patrick Huber’s unobtrusively evocative lighting and Melissa Wohlwend’s hats for Eliza — are all executed with polish, they serve as framing devices rather than focal points. This is a “My Fair Lady” that trusts the power of the human voice and live orchestra to carry the story — and earns that trust measure by measure.

At the heart of the production is Brooklyn Snow’s Eliza Doolittle, sung with a bright, ringing soprano and acted with a keen sense of Eliza’s evolving dignity. Snow navigates the character’s transformation with nuance, never sacrificing vocal precision for theatrical flourish. Her Eliza is neither overly precious nor overly hardened — a young woman who claims her own space in both Covent Garden and Embassy ballroom with equal conviction.

As Freddy Eynsford-Hill, Charles Calotta brings a youthful sincerity and a lyric tenor well-suited to “On the Street Where You Live,” which he delivers with a blend of open-hearted charm and vocal finesse. Calotta’s performance of this signature song is one of the highlights in this production.

Dress rehearsal on July 2, 2025 for Union Avenue Opera’s production of My Fair Lady.

Both Calotta and Trevor Martin, as the irascibly brilliant Henry Higgins, make impressive UAO debuts, as does veteran performer Steve Isom as the affably genteel Colonel Pickering. Martin’s Higgins is crisply articulated and appropriately cantankerous, yet avoids caricature. He finds flashes of vulnerability without softening the character’s harder edges. Isom brings warmth and ease to Pickering, serving as a steady counterbalance to Higgins’ intellectual bluster.

The supporting cast adds welcome texture and levity to the production, with several notable debuts. Paul Houghtaling makes a robust UAO entrance as Alfred P. Doolittle, Eliza’s roguish father. His affable bluster and rhythmic command enliven both of his big numbers — “With a Little Bit of Luck” and “Get Me to the Church on Time” — infusing them with energy and comic timing without tipping into excess.

Jennifer Theby-Quinn brings a crisp, clear-eyed presence to Mrs. Pearce, Higgins’ housekeeper, offering gentle authority that grounds the increasingly absurd domestic dynamics. And in scene-stealing turn, Donna Weinsting makes her company debut as Mrs. Higgins, Henry’s long-suffering mother. With pitch-perfect timing and a dry delivery that cuts like a well-honed butter knife, Weinsting elicits some of the evening’s most well-earned laughs. Together, these performers enhance the production’s character-driven approach, ensuring that even the secondary roles feel finely drawn and fully inhabited.

Dress rehearsal on July 2, 2025 for Union Avenue Opera’s production of My Fair Lady.

With “My Fair Lady,” Union Avenue Opera continues to demonstrate how a company rooted in traditional opera can expand its artistic reach without diluting its core identity. This production doesn’t chase Broadway spectacle or attempt to reinvent the musical; instead, it honors the integrity of the score and text while allowing the company’s operatic strengths — vocal rigor, live orchestration and musical detail — to illuminate the work anew. In doing so, UAO joins a growing chorus of opera houses exploring how canonical musicals can thrive in an acoustic, classically inflected setting.

If this “My Fair Lady” is any indication, such ventures are viable additions to the repertoire and not mere programming novelties. At a time when both opera and musical theater are searching for sustainable futures, productions like this one remind us that the border between genres is not a line to be guarded but a threshold to be crossed.

Union Avenue Opera’s “My Fair Lady” runs July 6-7 and 11-12 at the Union Avenue Christian Church. For more information: https://unionavenueopera.org.

Dress rehearsal on July 2, 2025 for Union Avenue Opera’s production of My Fair Lady.

Photos by Dan Donovan

New Jewish Theatre’s Bright and Funny ‘The Heidi Chronicles’ Engages with Vibrant Performances

New Jewish Theatre’s Bright and Funny ‘The Heidi Chronicles’ Engages with Vibrant Performances

By Lynn Venhaus

OK, Boomers. Does “The Heidi Chronicles” retain its bittersweet ‘voice of a generation’ 37 years after its laudable premiere in 1988?

Yes, it does in New Jewish Theatre’s persuasive production now playing through June 15. One woman’s coming-of-age story and her realization of self-worth still hits home.

Under Ellie Schwetye’s perceptive, poignant direction, an exemplary cast breathes life into these well-defined characters with warmth, wit and understanding. They are as resolute as the director and creative team in sharing this quest for fulfillment.

Those of different generations perhaps can relate in a universal parallel lives’ way, for whip-smart playwright Wendy Wasserstein’s entertaining and profound insights endure.

As a fellow child of the 1960s, Wasserstein’s words have always spoken to me. But now, looking in the rear-view mirror, with humor, heart and hindsight, this ensemble’s backbone and boldness was measurable.

Consciousness-raising, 1970s style. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Wasserstein, who sadly died of lymphoma at age 55 in 2006, won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama and the Tony Award for Best Play in 1989 for this masterwork. Fun fact: she was the first solo female writer so honored with the award.

Her long-lasting legacy is apparent, creating richly textured characters and the ever-identifiable self-doubts. She also wrote “The Sisters Rosensweig” and “An American Daughter,” plus an under-appreciated Paul Rudd-Jennifer Aniston 1998 movie “The Object of My Affection.” But none landed like Heidi’s story.

As Heidi Holland, Emily Baker’s transformation from awkward schoolgirl to confident feminist who becomes a well-respected art historian over the course of three tumultuous decades, 1965 – 1989, is realistic.

Hopeful in the 1970s but disillusioned in the 1980s, Heidi continues to search for what matters. She is passionate about women artists, informing students of neglected painters and their achievements in a man’s world. That she is fierce about – and good at teaching.

Owning her hard-fought choices, she eventually eschews the super-woman stereotype of yuppie-ism in favor of humanism, individualism and the road she wants to travel. In a discerning performance, Baker displays strength, vulnerability and intelligence.

Emily Baker, Joel Moses. Photo by Jon Gitchoff

The post-war Baby Boom generation known for navel-gazing and its cultural and societal impact has been analyzed many times, but this is one single woman’s voyage that resonates, and compassion is key.

Wasserstein’s atmospheric look back highlights specific years and events that everyone born between 1946-1964 has etched somewhere in their memory, starting with the agony of a teenage mixer then moving on to college activism, displaying the youthful optimism that presidential candidate Gene McCarthy, who opposed the Vietnam War, sparked in 1968.

That sets the tone for the significant characters who come in and out of Heidi’s life. Her first romance with a smooth-talking heartbreaker, the radical journalist Scoop Rosenbaum, leads to much second-guessing.

As the once-and-future womanizer who sells out for position and money, Joel Moses brings out Scoop’s brash, cocky and opinionated qualities, but also his charm. He winds up a prominent magazine editor who dines at Lutece and steps out on his wife, a children’s book illustrator and mother of his two children. But he and Heidi have always had a testy but candid connection.

Cutting a rug. Will Bonfiglio and Emily Baker. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

The one constant male in her life is stand-up guy Peter Patrone, a gay pediatrician she met when they were young, and they instantly bonded over snappy repartee. Will Bonfiglio adds nuance to the earnest doctor, for they don’t ignore the scariness and worry during the AIDS epidemic. He shares his concerns with sympathetic Heidi.

Wasserstein selected touchstones as turning points. Her militant feminist friends gather for urgent consciousness-raising (IYKYK) during the growing women’s movement. They also attend baby showers and weddings.

The tides change when her successful friends that once rejected materialism to emphasize social responsibility now care about being seen and embrace status symbols in the 1980s.

Kelly Howe is delightful as Heidi’s trendy best friend Susan Johnston, who knows how to flirt and roll up her skirt in the school gym, throws herself into activism, then achieves major success as a Hollywood producer. They no longer have much in common but past loyalty.

Courtney Bailey, Paola Angeli. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Besides the four main actors, there are four others who capably play 16 supporting roles. Courtney Bailey and Ashwini Arora provide much comic relief, most notably Bailey as mother-to-be Jill and Scoop’s bride Lisa.

Arora is amusing as April, a vapid preening TV host, but as radical lesbian Fran, ready for liberation – or unleashing – in society, she is hilarious. “Either you shave your legs, or you don’t,” she says at the women’s meeting.

Wearing New Wave shoulder-padded power suits and colorful attire, Paola Angeli is a hoot as Susan’s and April’s assistants, and in the female gatherings as a friend. In addition, Bailey is Debbie and Arora plays Molly and Betsy.

Joshua Mayfield smoothly tackles five parts, including schoolmate, activist, waiter and boyfriends.

One of the funniest scenes is a morning talk show set, with guest appearances by Scoop, Peter and Heidi on “Hello, New York,” and how they handle the host’s superficial questions. The trio’s body language says so much about their characters.

The politics, music and fashions convey Heidi’s rapidly changing world and Schwetye’s vision is a keen lens into the time. She served as sound designer too, and her selections are a superb life soundtrack.

Joshua Mayfield, Emily Baker. Photo by John Gitchoff.

Showcasing seminal moments, like Nixon’s resignation in 1974, John Lennon’s murder in 1980 and the Berlin Wall being torn down in 1989, sets the moods. Kareem Deanes handled the demanding video projections with flair and Michelle Friedman Siler’s costumes splendidly define the personalities and the periods. It was as if she raided my old closets.

Inventive scenic designer Patrick Huber expertly handled the demands of apartments, Plaza Hotel, pediatric ward, restaurant and TV studio with nifty features. He also skillfully designed the lighting. Props supervisor Katie Orr did a swell job gathering items to decorate a doctors’ waiting room and gift-wrapped baby presents.

By the time we get to Heidi’s speech, “Women, Where Are We Going?” at an alumnae luncheon where she is the keynote speaker, she wants to cut through all the greeting-card platitudes that have ruled the narrative for all good girls. It’s an honest outpouring, sharing frustrations, aggravations and confusion.

Women of The Me Generation wanted it all but discovered there were personal costs and sacrifices to be made. Yet, found that forging one’s own path was possible. At last, Heidi chooses herself – and also finds comfort in knowing her friends have become her family.

Wedding reception guests Kelly Howe, Ashwini Arora. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Not seen on a local professional regional stage since The Repertory Theatre of St. Louis in 2007, this was a welcome reminder of the past, present and possible future.

With its potent performances and humor shaped through flawed characters, sarcastic remarks and uncertain times, this “The Heidi Chronicles” unequivocally states its relevance.

One glorious takeaway is that contemporary women’s roles are ever evolving, and when it seems that progress is stymied, we should remember we stand on the shoulders of giants, and can lead the charge into the future supporting uncommon women of any age and their choices.

The New Jewish Theatre presents “The Heidi Chronicles” from May 29 to June 15 at the Wool Studio Theater, 2 Millstone Campus Drive, Creve Coeur, Mo. Performances are on Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. There is an additional show on Wednesday, June 4. Show times and tickets are available online at newjewishtheatre.org or by phone at 314.442.3283. NJT’s 2025 Season is generously sponsored by Mary Strauss. The play is 2 hours and 15 minutes long, with a 15-minute intermission.

Sunday, June 8 – Post-Show Talkback with the Director and Cast. Join members of the cast and crew following the 2pm performance for an engaging post-show discussion on the creation of NJT’s special production.

Emily Baker. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Upstream’s ‘Meet Me at Dawn’ Is Bravely Acted and Profoundly Moving

Upstream’s ‘Meet Me at Dawn’ Is Bravely Acted and Profoundly Moving

By Lynn Venhaus

“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans” – “Beautiful Boy,” John Lennon, 1980

Grounded but teeming with uncertainty, an off-kilter sense that an alternate reality is emerging for a pair of lost women becomes clearer as we watch them grapple with their fate in Upstream Theater’s compelling, bravely acted two-hander “Meet Me at Dawn.”

As life partners Helen and Robyn, Michelle Hand and Lizi Watt are riveting after they wash up on a distant shore following a boating accident. Dazed and worried about each other, they attempt to get their bearings and find a way home.

But this sandy patch of seascape is not what it seems, nor are they who they appear to be, which will come into focus as their circumstances unfold. This may sound like a twisty sci-fi drama, but playwright Zinnie Harris wrote this as a lyrical meditation inspired by the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice.

This modern fable reveals its goal – tackling love, loss, and grief – during a 90-minute play without intermission. As time and space is disrupted, the performers recreate a mysterious sense of being “in between.”

Michelle Hand and Lizi Watt. Photo by ProPhotoSTL.

Through their distinctive raw and real characterizations, Hand and Watt lead us through the transitional state of “liminality.” This other world is jarring, but how they process fate is a remarkable feat.

We’re watching two actors being present and giving their all in convincing portraits, conveying a range of emotions in a profoundly moving way. The pair’s chemistry is palpable – in moments of tenderness, exasperation and fear. And they convey a dreamlike, surreal state in their body language and exchanges, not just intimacy.

Helen, a scientist who is more high-strung and very funny in mining situations for humor, complements Robyn, who is an academic and more deliberate and less impulsive when speaking, deftly handle the squabbles as well as the caring between longtime companions.

Can they figure out what is real and what is fantasy? Can they trust their memories? Their hope turns to despair, and paranoia mixes with the metaphysical. When the play comes together, you feel what they feel — pain, helpless, resignation, mourning.

Hand, an actor for 25 years whose name in a program means you will always be treated to a robust characterization and often in a thrillingly alive way, has met her match in intensity in Watt.

During the past couple of years, Watt has impressed with vivid characterizations in “The Whale,” “Copenhagen,” and “Pictures from a Revolution.”  With their expressive work, they boost their reputation as being among the best theater artists of their generation.

Photo by ProPhotoSTL

Harris, who is known for specializing in modern interpretations of classic literature, debuted this play at the Edinburgh International Festival in 2017. The Scottish playwright’s work includes “Macbeth (An Undoing),” “The Scent of Roses,” “This Restless House” and “How to Hold Your Breath.”

Perceptively directed by Larissa Lury, she understands the allegorical nature and rhythms of the play, trauma, and appreciates the quality of her dynamic duo.

The show is enhanced by the technical team’s contributions. The simple sandbank set is meticulously detailed by scenic designer Patrick Huber, atmospherically lit by lighting designer Tony Anselmo and featuring added depth through sound designer Kristi Gunther’s inobtrusive work, with sounds of the sea and sky. The women are dressed in casual wear designed by costumer Lou Bird.

Note: Some reflections may trigger emotional feelings or upsetting memories for audience members.

Photo by ProPhotoSTL

Loss is a tough fact of life, but grief is a personal journey that rips your heart out in different degrees. As one who experienced three major family deaths in five years, understanding that grief affects everyone differently, but it’s never something you “get over,” helps as you learn acceptance.

As the play alludes, everything shifts, you learn to live with trauma. What is necessary is talking about grief, because our society tends to shy away from talking about letting go and the powerlies in talking about it to heal.

This play may spark conversation, and isn’t that a wonderful opportunity? Going through something that others experience too means we’re not alone, and we can learn and grow when material resonates.

Poignant and meaningful, “Meet Me at Dawn” showcases two extraordinary actresses fearlessly not holding back in showing us their humanity in a thoughtful drama produced by Upstream Theater.

Upstream Theater presents “Meet Me at Dawn” April 11 – April 27, with performances take place at The Marcelle in Grand Center. For more information: www.upstreamtheater.org.

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Bittersweet and Meaningful, STLAS’ ‘With’ Is a Master Class of Acting

Bittersweet and Meaningful, STLAS’ ‘With’ Is a Master Class of Acting

By Lynn Venhaus

After a lifetime together, Minnie and Clifford Habberdeen prefer to go gentle into that good night. They’re tired of raging against the dying of the light – and with good reason.

Although as a long-time married couple, they have bickered with each other, and been exasperated by their son, who has masterminded an endgame for the infirmed pair. Clifford’s dementia is only progressing, as is Minnie’s cancer. They have decided to check out together. Thus, “With” takes us through their plan of action.

Celebrated St. Louis playwright Carter W. Lewis’ original play pokes your heart and prods your mind, with his intelligent insight into the human condition, and the very human comedy that unfolds in relationships.

“With,” so titled to refer to the preposition used in the phrase “Death with Dignity,” is about life, big decisions, loss and pesky aggravations, as realized by the exceptional duo of Donna Weinsting and Whit Reichert.

Widely known and regarded as local treasures, the enterprising pair – both genial, generous performers – present an endearing master class of acting at the Gaslight Theatre. They have appeared in other works presented by St. Louis Actors’ Studio, but these portrayals may be their finest to date on that intimate stage.

Donna Weinsting and Whit Reichert in “With.” Photo by Patrick Huber.

As the husband and wife, they are comfortable with each other, and so natural in their roles that you feel like you know them – they’re your next-door neighbors, smiling and waving, and asking if you need some tomatoes, or your aunt and uncle, always arriving at family gatherings with warm hugs, a covered dish, and jokes.

Minnie and Cliff can’t imagine living without the other one yet acknowledge their patience is often put to the test as they deal with the minutiae of everyday living. Their foibles and frailties are apparent, and the stage veterans skillfully convey their concern and care, along with their finely tuned comic timing.

Because of the subject matter, and the dramatic requirements, Reichert and Weinsting tug at your heart as they depict a gamut of emotions in a genuine, not forced, way.

Annamaria Pileggi, a director who smartly depicts relationships in all their messy glory, has two gems to work with here, and she polishes them to shine brightly.

Lewis, a retired playwright-in-residence at Washington University, has had two of his one-act plays previously featured at STLAS’ LaBute New Play Festival, including “Percentage America” in 2017, a political comedy that won Best New Play from the St. Louis Theater Circle and had an off-Broadway run.

Lewis is the author of over 30 plays, which have been staged in over 150 productions. He is a two-time nominee for the American Theatre Critics Award and is known for such works as “Evie’s Waltz,” “While We Were Bowling,” and “Golf with Alan Shepard.”

With his keen ear for dialogue and sharp instincts regarding human behavior, Carter perceptively matches fascinating characters with thought-provoking topics that reflect modern society.

Photo by Patrick Huber

With an aging population, and the realities of how dementia and terminal illness affect quality of life, the points he brings up through the Habberdeens’ situation are relatable. Through the compassion of all involved in this production, “With” is impactful, bittersweet and deeply felt.

Not to get too much in the weeds, but currently, euthanasia – active ending of life – remains illegal, but physician-assisted death, known as medical aid in dying or “death with dignity,” is legal in 10 states: California, Colorado, Hawaii, Maine, Montana, New Jersey, New Mexico, Oregon, Vermont, Washington, and the District of Columbia.  

In these states, terminally ill adults can request a prescription from their doctor to end their lives, but they must self-administer a lethal dose of medication. They must be considered mentally competent to have made the voluntary decision.

In 1997, Oregon became the first state to pass a ballot initiative, Death with Dignity Act. In this scenario, their adult son has travelled to Oregon to obtain a lethal cocktail of pills. When he came home around the holidays, wrote out specific instructions and separated the doses into labeled plastic bags.

However, in their current off-kilter state, the couple can’t locate the list, although they have the medication at the ready. Their arrangements have gone awry, for they have spent January trying to wrap up their affairs, and the best-laid plans…

But of course, there is a blizzard raging outside, a rodent darting around the kitchen, the Christmas tree is only partially taken down, and they are dealing with their son’s recent untimely death. Nerves are fraying, their tone becomes frantic and desperate, and they cling to each other for support.

Photo by Patrick Huber

The overall chaotic environment in a once orderly home, inhabited by two senior citizens whose health is slipping, is artfully rendered by scenic designer Patrick Huber. His sharp eye for details is evident, along with Minnie’s knickknacks, decorative kitchen pieces, and magnets on the refrigerator.

Propmaster Emma Glose has added to that look with the brick-a-brack of an advanced-age couple’s modest home to depict their cozy lifestyle.

Huber’s lighting design is customarily on point, as is the sound design. Costume designer Teresa Doggett has outfitted them in casual attire that seniors wear around the house in winter.

“With” is a one-act, 75-minute production that has meaningful things to say, but also feel. Through this uncomplicated staging, two absolute masters of their craft impart Lewis’ razor-sharp wit and uncanny understanding of a married couple’s end of the road with grace and dignity.

St. Louis Actors’ Studio presents “With” April 4 to 20, with performances Thursday, Friday and Saturday evenings at 8 p.m. and Sundays at 3 p.m. at the Gaslight Theatre, 358 North Boyle Avenue. Seating is general admission, and tickets are available via Ticketmaster or at the theater box office one hour before showtime. For more information, visit stlas.org or email [email protected].

STLAS’s Brave ‘Long Day’s Journey Into Night’ Delves into a Dysfunctional Family’s Awful Truths

STLAS’s Brave ‘Long Day’s Journey Into Night’ Delves into a Dysfunctional Family’s Awful Truths

By Lynn Venhaus
The awful truths of a dysfunctional family dealing with addiction and a lifetime of blame games is presented, unvarnished, in Eugene O’Neill’s potent semi-autobiographical masterwork,  “Long Day’s Journey into Night.”

St. Louis Actors’ Studio has bravely tackled this challenging behemoth with ambition, dedication and determination, but with an interpretation that isn’t always as hard-hitting as one expected. Perhaps the subtlety sneaks up on us with a final emotional wallop at that sorrowful ending.

For those familiar with the clinical aspects of addiction psychology, the play is nearly a textbook example of how people in a family are affected by years of resentment, bickering, excuses, and unhealthy confrontations. And this is at an unenlightened time.

Mary Tyrone (Meghan Baker) has returned home after a sanitarium stay for her morphine addiction, which she blames on her rheumatoid arthritic pain, and her difficult pregnancy with her second son, Edmund. She fusses about her appearance, and frets about the family’s misfortunes.

Dustin Petrillo as Edmund and William Roth as James. Photo by Patrick Huber.

Her obsessive husband James (William Roth) is a once-famous stage actor who had a prosperous career, but is a notorious penny-pincher, haunted by his poor Irish immigrant upbringing. He is often chastising his sons for wasteful spending and not living up to their potential. He and the boys are heavy drinkers, likely he and Jamie are alcoholics, which they don’t acknowledge but keep enabling.

Oldest son Jamie (Joel Moses) is also an actor, not as successful, while Edmund (Dustin Petrillo) is a writer and poet, working for the local newspaper. He is also in ill health, likely consumption (tuberculosis). They are used to their flawed and stingy father finding fault with them, already beaten down by life.

Mary’s family is welcoming, but worried, afraid that she will slide back into use. Given the family’s penchant for blaming each other for their shortcomings and failings, it doesn’t take long to return to those bad habits.

They lack coping skills, and it’s obvious how deep the grudges go. It’s a sad, but inevitable dark trajectory, and unfortunately, a familiar one to many. Hence, the universal theme that remains recognizable.

Set in August 1912, over the course of one day, O’Neill wrote the play between 1939-1941, but it wasn’t staged until 1956, after the writer’s death in 1953. He posthumously won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1957, and it is considered one of the great plays of the 20th century. Of course, these days, one can admit the exposition is lengthy, and the penchant for narrating memories is overused, but that was O’Neill’s style.

Meghan Baker and William Roth as Mary and James Tyrone. Photo by Patrick Huber.

As characters tiptoe around their deeply felt animosity, they recite their laundry lists of grievances, and each of the four acts explores a toxic atmosphere of bitterness despite a foundation of familial love, although broken.

The gloomy setting is their seaside summer home in Connecticut, and the tech crew has incorporated mist rolling in and sounds of the sea, which is a nice atmosphere in contrast to the claustrophobic drawing room where most of the action, well heated conversations, take place.

Everyone excuses their behaviors, and as Mary, in serious denial, becomes increasingly miserable and delusional, no amount of numbing themselves through whiskey matters.

The assignment is to bring out each character’s humanity and that is a tough one. Director Austin Pendleton has taken a measured approach, and the pace does not sag. While at times, the parents seem to be talking at each other, not with each other, they hint at the inescapable conflicted feelings that make them unavailable emotionally for each other. However, Roth and Baker exhibit a tenderness towards each other at times.

Most impressive are the brothers, Moses and Petrillo, who are dynamic scene partners, conveying an unbreakable brotherhood bond even when they lash out at each other.

Petrillo’s performance as the brooding, seemingly doomed brother, is the right amount of fear, confusion, and conflict. He’s closest to his mother, and therefore crestfallen when he fears a relapse. He earns the most sympathy.

Jamie could just be a caricature of an insensitive jerk unable to break a cycle of irresponsibility and anger, but Moses has found the right shift in tone, the character’s inability to break his abusive cycle. He’s the more pitiable character.

The elder James is too stubborn and intolerant, which is to his detriment, so Roth’s performance is an unwavering one-note in judginess.. He can’t understand his family’s falling apart because it would mean he has to shoulder some of the blame, and he lacks that capability. I thought, because his background is old-timey stage-acting, he’d offer more grandstanding, but it’s a stern tone throughout. at times rushed.

As the most tragic Mary, Baker appeared to be too young for the emotional heft of the role, but perhaps she didn’t project her desperation enough. The haunted Mary has spent a lifetime of disappointment looking back and never dealing with the present issues at hand. She has become irrelevant and a bystander in her own life, which is incredibly morose. Nevertheless, her longing is palpable.

Meghan Baker and Bridgette Bassa. Photo by Patrick Huber.

While the melancholy play is a mixture of fire and ice, it can appear tedious, but the celebrated Pendleton kept the action conventional, where the actors stay focused in the moment on the oppressive dysfunction. Amy J. Paige, longtime stage manager, is a master at calling a show, too.

Bridget Bassa, as the Irish maid Cathleen, engages in moments of levity, which are nice comic relief.

“Long Day’s Journey into Night” has strong technical work from scenic designer Patrick Huber, always a treat, who also designed the outstanding lighting. Costume designer Teresa Doggett’s period appropriate garb established the family’s positions, although Baker’s wig seems overwhelming. Noteworthy were Kristi Gunther’s crisp sound work, Chuck Winning’s technical direction, and Emma Glose’s props. Shawn Sheley’s work on the fight choreography was also convincing.

While a painful glimpse into one American family’s addiction ordeal, the fact that O’Neill was candid enough to recognize his trauma wasn’t unique, and lays bare fragile episodes we can identify with, and grow from (hopefully).

For anyone wondering if “Long Day’s Journey into Night” remains relevant, yes it does, and St. Louis Actors’ Studio’s effort is commendable because of the depth and difficulty required.

St. Louis Actors’ Studio presents “Long Day’s Journey into Night” from Feb. 10 to Feb. 23, Thursdays through Saturdays at 8 p.m., and Sundays at 3 p.m. at the Gaslight Theatre. The play is about 3 hours, with a 15-minute intermission. For tickets, visit www.Ticketmaster.com. They are also on sale at the box office an hour before showtime.

Meghan Baker and William Roth. Photo by Patrick Huber.

Upstream’s ‘Pictures from a Revolution’ Features Nimble Cast in Strange but Intriguing U.S. Premiere

Upstream’s ‘Pictures from a Revolution’ Features Nimble Cast in Strange but Intriguing U.S. Premiere

By Lynn Venhaus

A trio of ragtag revolutionaries cling to their cause and their rules as they hide from an authoritarian regime in the very quirky and vague-on-purpose “Pictures from a Revolution” (Quadri di una rivoluzione) by Sicilian playwright Tino Caspanello.

Strange but intriguing because of the agile skills of the acting quartet, this U.S. premiere is uneven in tone, perhaps because of the English translation by Haun Saussy, but then again, Caspanello is committed to keeping us guessing and in the esoteric structure with the sketchiest details.

While the men – called by numbers, initially act like the Three Stooges, they are in a serious battle to maintain their resistance against totalitarian forces in an unidentified country.

While living inside the walls of a stadium, they take turns being on guard, convinced enemies are lurking outside, waiting to capture the rebels. They make grand gestures and believe there is a purpose to their righteous anger. After all, they are following their rules.

What do they stand for, and why are they still fighting? They’re hungry, tired and cranky, debating actions to take. J. Samuel Davis, in a wonderfully comic role, is the sage 584, the oldest of the group. He decides to journey outside their encampment in hopes of lassoing a cow – for milk and eventually meat. His slapstick is a delight.

Isaiah DiLorenzo and Andre Eslamian. Photo by ProPhotoSTL

Instead, he has captured an unnamed woman (Lizi Watt), who ferociously fights him like a caged animal on the attack. They are confused by her then eventually won over by her charms. She changes her story but begs them to believe her. She must stay or they may be found out.

Watts is impressive in this fierce and fearless role that she tackles with robust physicality. Should they trust her or is she dangerous? She throws off the dynamic of the trio – Isaiah DeLorenzo is at his idiosyncratic best as 892, the chief. He likes to pontificate about ideals and how important their mission is. We don’t really know who the enemy is.

As the youngest rebel 137, Andre Eslamian has another fine turn after strong work in Lize Lewy’s “Longing” last summer and in SATE’s “The Palpable Gross Play: A Midsummer adaptation” the year before. His character seems the most pragmatic and tends to a garden.

Director Philip Boehm has added a performance art quality to the production by his artful staging, and using dance-like movements for all characters, which become more pronounced as the 90-minute play unfolds. Cecil Slaughter was the movement coordinator, and the ensemble is elegantly in sync.

Another unusual aspect of this play is its inclusion of 11 works of art by some of the world’s most famous painters – shown as slides, with Boehm narrating as if he’s teaching an art history class. Among them: “The Night Watch” by Rembrandt, “Leda Atomica” by Salvador Dali, “The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even” by Marcel Duchamp, “Ballet Rehearsal on Stage” by Edgar Degas and “Cornfield with Crows” by Vincent Van Gogh.

Lizi Watt as The Woman. Photo by ProPhotoSTL.

The scenes often echo the themes of the famous painting being shown before it, which is interesting. Patrick Huber’s projection work is fluid in presenting the paintings. He also worked on the scenic design, fashioning an enclave for the squatters that has a lived-in feel, aided by propmaster Rachel Seabaugh.

Because the dialogue is fanciful, and the situation almost surreal like, there is little emotional connection, and the conflicts are both petty and daunting. Much bickering wears down one’s goodwill — but the funny situations do elicit laughs.

The technical work is uniformly first-rate, with Michele Friedman Siler’s costume design giving each man a distinctive look and outfitting The Woman in a slinky dress, an evening bag and nice heels, so that questions are raised by her appearance.

Boehm and Huber also handled the intricate sound design while Steve Carmichael took care of the lighting design, reflecting the different times of day. Joe Schoen worked as a vocal consultant.

“Pictures from a Revolution” continues Upstream Theater’s commitment to exploring thought-provoking works from around the globe that are universal in its themes. At times, it seems like theater of the absurd, while other moments are dark comedy.

And the cast’s commitment to bringing different elements of humanity to their roles is admirable, which is why their performances stand out, not only individually, but as a quartet.

Upstream Theater presents “Pictures from a Revolution” from Jan. 24-26, Jan. 30-31, Feb. 1-2, and 6-8, at The Marcelle Theater, 3310 Samuel Shepard Drive, St. Louis. There is a 2 p.m. matinee and an 8 p.m. performance on Saturday, Feb. 8. The play runs for 1 hour, 30 minutes without intermission. This play contains language that some may find offensive and well as discussion of mature themes. For tickets, contact metrotix.com. For more information, visit www.upstreamtheater.org.

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Ace Ensemble Invigorates Upstream Theatre’s Classic ‘Life Is a Dream’

Ace Ensemble Invigorates Upstream Theatre’s Classic ‘Life Is a Dream’

By Lynn Venhaus

Pondering a conundrum like destiny or free will is what the Spanish classic drama “Life is a Dream” aims to do.

Because the material is from a different era and country, a director’s key quest would be to cast the right people to re-energize a verse translation for a modern audience. And thoughtful chronicler Philip Boehm did just that – he gathered a dream team to fulfill his vision in a superbly produced Upstream Theater play.

They added the polish, he delivered the panache for this stimulating allegory about illusions vs. reality. Its broader appeal speaks to the blurred lines and political uncertainty of today.

The 1635 play by Pedro Calderon de la Barca, a legendary literary figure, comments on the Spanish Inquisition, and how it used the law to combat heresy. At issue was religious freedom and scientific truths vs fundamentalists and Biblical doctrine. This version was translated by G. J. Racz, a humanities professor, in a 2006 Penguin Classics publication.

Gary Glasgow and Reginald Pierre. Photo by ProPhotoSTL.

On a barren stage, with only a chair and a set of chains visible in a scenic design by Patrick Huber, a royal tale of birthright, palace intrigue, and political maneuvering unfolds in a precise, methodically composed way that emphasizes intricate motives and flawed humanity.

The setting is Poland and Russia plays part in the power-jockeying underway. That a 17th century work could captivate an audience 400 years later is a credit to the talent on stage but also the creative team behind the scenes.

Calderon, regarded as one of the most distinguished playwrights of his time, grappled with perceptions vs. what really happened, which is parallel to today’s acceptance of ‘alternative facts.’

Boehm uses that dichotomy to tell this story in the style of the Spanish Golden Age, a period also marked by Miguel de Cervantes’ “Don Quixote” in 1605, for reference. (If the framework reminds one of the Elizabethan era, that’s certainly valid, too).

Boehm, an astute student of history, has made Upstream’s focus, since 2005, one of bringing contemporary and classic world theater that “move you, and move you to think.” He is looking for a deeper connection here between the past and present concerning fate and reason.

And that assignment is understood by the nine performers – one of Upstream’s larger casts – who invigorate that space and command attention at every turn.

Jerry Vogel as the king. ProPhotoSTL photo.

Emerging from (semi) retirement to portray the resolute ruler King Basil, Jerry Vogel reminds us why he is considered one of St. Louis’ finest actors. In his 10th Upstream appearance, he convinces as a man of contradictions — a mathematician swayed by superstition and intent on preserving his power through a prophecy.

Paying heed to an oracle, he imprisoned his son, Segismund, at birth, so that he couldn’t become a threat, challenging his father’s authority – and even kill him.

It’s now 25 years later, and second thoughts have led him to free his son from captivity, basically unleashing a beast – but as a test, physically and psychologically – to see if he could turn over his kingdom to the prince.

In a fierce performance, Reginald Pierre lashes out as the incarcerated heir, confused by his freedom and struggling with decision-making. If given the chance to defy his fate, can he? Or will emotions rule from the heart and not the head?

Of course, he wreaks havoc at the palace, but the king has put a safeguard in place – if he feared his son’s actions, he’d jail him again, drug him, and say it was all a dream.

Jennifer Theby-Quinn and Mitch Henry-Eagles. ProPhotoSTL photo.

Then, he would abdicate so his niece and nephew could ascend to the throne. First cousins Astolf (Mitchell Henry-Eagles), Duke of Moscow, and Stella (A.J. Baldwin) are a pair not to be trusted.

Rosaura (Jennifer Theby-Quinn) enters the picture, a Russian noblewoman disguised as a man, so she can exact revenge on Astolf, who behaved very badly in the name of love. She and her servant Clarion (Alan Knoll) are in a jam. Their horses have run off, and they discover the secret tower where Segismund is chained.

The plot thickens as secrets are revealed. Clotaldo (Gary Glasgow), the king’s right-hand man and old nobleman, discovers that a secret he has kept for years, has now materialized with the sword Rosaura possesses. It is the one he left in Moscow that he intended for his child. Rosaura is unaware that he is her father.

As supporting players, Bryce A. Miller and Michael Pierce capably fill multiple roles as guards, servants and soldiers. Pierce was also the fight coordinator for the show.

Pierre’s dynamism is matched by the ensemble’s crisp delivery and spirited characterizations. Their understanding of the text speaks to the experience of the veterans in the cast, those who have performed in local Shakespeare and classic literature presentations.

Theby-Quinn, a three-time St. Louis Theater Circle Award winner, always brings a vitality that stands out on stage, even when the roles are as confined gender-wise, as a 17th century female fighting for her honor, would be. She’s as robust as Knoll is funny. His Clarion has fun playing the fool that he’s been pigeon-holed as, making him even more amusing.

Alan Knoll as Clarion. Photo by ProPhotoSTL.

Costume Designer Michele Friedman Siler’s use of various textures in royal attire is striking, as is Steve Carmichael’s lighting design, adding to the moody atmosphere. Philip Boehm and Sabria Bender’s sound design was flawless.

The creative team included Jane Paradise as assistant director, Patrick Siler as stage manager, Brian Macke technical director, and Emma Glose on props.

When rebels free the prince from the tower, Segismund has learned a great deal – and above all, lessons of love and forgiveness. The storytelling has a few surprises, so it’s not as easy to predict, but ends optimistically as honor is restored.

To borrow from that enlightened period, to dream an impossible dream – bear sorrows, right wrongs, and keep hope alive, is a noble endeavor that leads to more understanding. “Life Is a Dream” makes a case for living in the present, but also keeping dreams alive, and Upstream underlines that with exclamation points.

Jerry Vogel and AJ Baldwin. Photo by ProPhotoSTL.

Upstream Theater presents “Life is a Dream” Oct. 18 – Nov. 3 at The Marcelle Theatre, 3310 Samuel Shepard Drive, St. Louis. Performances are Thursday through Saturday at 8 p.m. and Sunday at 2 p.m., with a special evening performance instead at 7 p.m. on Oct. 20. The play runs 2 hours and 20 minutes with an intermission.
Bohemian Thursday is Oct. 24, and all tickets are $15. For more information, visit www.upstreamtheatre.org

Theby-Quinn and Pierre. ProPhotoSTL.