‘Pop Waits’ by the Neo-Futurists

Photo by Joe Mazza
Malic White, left, and Molly Brennan in “Pop Waits.” Photo by Joe Mazza.

Pop Waits, the title of the new show by Chicago’s Neo-Futurists, combines the names of two iconic musicians: Iggy Pop and Tom Waits. The idea of throwing them together into one work of theater might seem a bit odd, but the Neo-Futurists’ shows are always a bit odd. And in many ways, Pop Waits is the sort of show that this group is known for: a hodgepodge that mashes together wildly different subjects and styles of performance, along with a high level of self-awareness and self-reference. And staying true to the principles of the Neo-Futurists, Pop Waits features performers playing themselves, directly addressing the audience as the people they actually are, as opposed to fictional characters.

The co-creators and co-stars of this show are Malic White and Molly Brennan, who explore the way they use music as a tool for coping with depression and feeling affirmation. White’s touchstone is the music of Iggy Pop — performed during the play with a rock band — while Brennan is inspired by the songs of Tom Waits.

The Neo-Futurists ran into a hitch with their plans just a few days before opening night, however. As the program explains — and as the performers themselves explained during the show — they failed to get permission from Waits to use his songs. Their request apparently didn’t get through to Waits or Waits’ management in time. So they ended up using a few songs that Brennan herself wrote in the style of Waits, alongside the actual Iggy Pop tunes. That makes for a somewhat awkward mismatch, although it actually makes the music more personal and relevant to Brennan’s autobiographical performance. (And rather than sounding bitter about the situation, the Neo-Futurists encouraged audience members to buy Waits’ music.)

The musical performances are lively — with White diving into the role of crowd-surfing punk rocker and Brennan reveling in gravelly voiced singing.  The show starts off with a fun participatory bit involving the audience helping the performers to write a new song. And it’s touching to hear White and Brennan tell the story of how they became romantic partners. It all feels cobbled together, like a rough draft, however. (For better or worse, this is true of many shows by the Neo-Futurists, who are most famous for their ever-changing collection of micro-plays, Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind.)

But then something remarkable happens halfway through Pop Waits: Brennan bravely reveals a painful ailment she has been fighting and the emotional toll it takes on her. Considering that she is renowned for her work on Chicago stages as an avant-garde clown, it was incredible to hear her talk about the difficulties she faces every day.

Pop Waits may not (yet) be a fully realized show, but as a mixture of rock music, clowning and real-life confession, it’s memorable and eye-opening. Watching it on opening night last week, it struck me as the sort of bold and strange show that keeps Chicago’s theater scene so exciting.

Pop Waits continues through March 12 at the Neo-Futurarium, 5153 N. Ashland Ave., Chicago. See neofuturists.org for details.

O’Neill Festival at the Goodman

The Eugene O’Neill festival now in its final days at Chicago’s Goodman Theatre wasn’t exactly designed as an introduction to this great American playwright. Nor was it a celebration of his best and most famous works. Trileptal Viagra Online Generic Pills in USA Trusted Drugstore No Prescription. Express shipping & discrete packaging! Cheap Pills Online Without Propecia Kopen Online. TheRxGood: Friendly customer support, 24h online support. #1 Top OnlineShop. Order Tabs Online Without Prescription. Without Online Sale | source site . If you want to take care of your health. Proscar Canada Pharmacy Stop Searching About Best pills! Get NOW! Crestor Discounts Coupons SafeOnlineCanadianPharmacy. Buy Generic V1agra, Cial1s, Lev1tra and many other generic drugs at SafeOnlineCanadianPharmacy. Get in New York! Buy Levitra Online Discount ont. Fast Shipping To USA, Canada and Worldwide. Get The Lowest Prices With Free Home Delivery. Viagra for sale in toronto ont No Membership or Hidden Fees. Start Saving Money Today! http://studiomanduca.it/?eh=Crestor-Online-Bestellen&161=2c follow url | Canadian Pharmacy, Free Courier Delivery, Secure Online Processing Flibanserin Buy Canada Online Without Prescription. Best Prices on Zoloft and Special Discount. Generic and brand drugs with 100% satisfaction guaranteed! Fast | Best Deals🔥 |. Free pills with every order! ☀☀☀ http://audelicechocolate.com/?chp=Zithromax-Online-Usa ☀☀☀,Free Shipping, quality. Worldwide delivery. Buy Now » More reported sexual dysfunction was associated with having a college degree or greater education, Voltaren Gel Discount poor health, being in a significant relationship, and a low mental health score. Central nervous system reactions to histamine-2 receptor blockers. Elle serait liée à la résilience de la bactérie capable de se protéger sous forme de kyste, best place to buy crestor Long Day’s Journey Into Night and The Iceman Cometh were nowhere to be seen on the schedule. But it was a fascinating exploration of O’Neill’s work — filled with unusual and even daring stagings of several plays. Never was it dull, that’s for sure. It ranks up there with the other festivals the Goodman has hosted in recent years focusing on other playwrights, including David Mamet and Edward Albee. (Alas, I missed most of the 2008 festival of plays by Horton Foote, who just passed way.) None of these festivals have been anywhere near comprehensive — that would be just be a huge undertaking for these prolific writers — but they’ve all offered a terrific chance to see plays that aren’t produced all that often.

The full name of the O’Neill festival gives an apt description of what artistic director Robert Falls was going for: “A Global Exploration: Eugene O’Neill in the 21st Century.” It was truly global, with companies from Brazil and the Netherlands performing as well as Chicago and New York theater groups. And it did feel very much like a 21st century interpretation of this quintessentially 20th century playwright.

The festival ends with director Greg Allen and the Neo-Futurists tackling Strange Interlude, a nine-act, nearly six-hour drama in which the characters speak many of their thoughts aloud. It’s hard to believe this play was one of the biggest commercial hits of O’Neill’s lifetime when it was on Broadway in 1928. Maybe the novelty of it connected with audiences back then. Now, it just seems incredibly ponderous — a script in need of some severe editing. If anyone could pull off a post-modern deconstruction of Strange Interlude, it’s the Neo-Futurists, who did a wonderful show a few years back consisting of the final two minutes of every Ibsen play.

Their fractured take on Strange Interlude opened Friday night, with just two more performances after that. Amazingly enough, it did seem to hold most of the audience’s attention for its long span — except for that disgruntled purist who caused a disturbance by yelling out his disapproval during the first intermission. I believe he said, “Why are you butchering this play?” or something along those lines. Well, to be honest, it’s a play that deserves a lot of cuts and changes.

The Neo-Futurists played this tragedy for laughs, reading many of O’Neill’s absurdly specific stage directions aloud. The entire performance was a sarcastic commentary on the script itself. And a great deal of it was very funny, with the audience laughing so much at times that the actors had to pause in delivering their lines. The humor went beyond spoofing O’Neill, incorporating some surprising bits of physical humor. What’s really impressive is that the actors and the audience were able to keep up the laughter for almost six hours. Truth to be told, the whole experience would have been easier to absorb if it were condensed down to a third of its length, but then it wouldn’t have been Strange Interlude, would it? Actually, was that play I saw on Friday really Strange Interlude? Perhaps it should have been retitled Stranger Interlude for this occasion.

The headline show of the festival was Desire Under the Elms, directed by Falls and starring Brian Dennehy, Pablo Schreiber and Carla Gugino. (It’s now moving to Broadway.) This turned out to be one of those productions that people either loved or hated. I loved it. Sure, I can see how smaller, less bombastic stagings of O’Neill script work fine, but Fall’s almost operatic epic was staggeringly big. The silent opening sequence showing the brothers hauling boulders was mesmerizing. The actors were intense and passionate. The trims in the script helped the whole story to flow like some fever dream, as Falls said he intended.

The festival also included the Wooster Group’s controversial production of The Emperor Jones, with Kate Valk as the lead character — cross-dressing and in blackface. Why do blackface in 2009? Well, O’Neill’s script has more than its share of dated racial stereotypes, but it is certainly a play of at least some historical interest. So how do you stage it in 2009? The Wooster Group’s solution is a radical sort of commentary on blackface and racial types. The fact that Valk was also changing genders for the role seemed to emphasis that her performance was as much of a comment on the O’Neill play as it was an attempt to transform herself into this character. As a spectacle, the show was an assault on the senses. The play’s language was difficult to follow, but the picture of what I saw onstage will remain in my memory a long time.

The Hypocrites and director Sean Graney performed The Hairy Ape, with an almost frighteningly visceral performance by Chris Sullivan. The play’s message about the gap between the rich and the working class is didactic, but Graney’s staging was just subversive enough that it delivered the message effectively without sarcastically undercutting it. The main thing, though, was Sullivan, whose final moments of blood and torment left me shaken.

I saw two of the three “Sea Plays” performed by the Brazilian group Companhia Triptal, Zona de Guerra (In the Zone and Cardiff (Bound East for Cardiff). (I missed Longa Viagem de Volta pra Casa (The Long Voyage Home).) The actors seemed like real sailors who had somehow become stranded inside this theater thousands of miles from their homes in Sao Paolo. At each of the plays I saw, they were singing sea shanties off stage as the audience came into the theater. Zona de Guerra effectively built up a sense of paranoia among the sailors. Cardiff was an intriguing theatrical adventure — but the lack of supertitles in that show made it difficult to follow along as the actors delivered the dialogue in Portuguese. The audience walked onto the stage for one scene and then went upstairs with the actors into a rehearsal room for the final scene. I enjoyed exploring the Goodman building during this show and watching the expressions on the faces of the actors. I just wish I’d understood what they were saying. I did read the synopsis beforehand, but that’s not the same thing.

The crowning moment of the whole festival, to me, was another play in a foreign language: Toneelgroep Amsterdam’s Rouw Siert Electra (Mourning Becomes Electra). It helped that the English supertitles were positioned on a wall behind the actors at just the right level to make it easy to read the words and watch the action simultaneously. And the lines were in close synch.

Directed by Ivo Van Hove, this production of Mourning came to Chicago about a week after The New York Times savagely ripped apart a different production of the same O’Neill play in New York. Whatever went wrong with that production, this one in Dutch was utterly amazing. Like many of the other post-modern shows in the Goodman’s O’Neill festival, Mourning had its share of stunts that distanced the audience somewhat from the material. An actor writing and drawing on an overhead projector. Characters exchanging some of their dialogue via instant messaging. The actors beginning each act with a ritual removing of their shoes. These are the sorts of stage devices that literally shout out to the audience, “What you’re watching is just a play!” But the real trick here was that the actors were completely believable, the emotions so deep in their faces and bodies that it was hard to see any line between the character’s skin and the actor inside. The drama came to life in physical gestures — as when one character slaps another, and then slaps again. And again and again. Like a jolt to the audience itself. The entire cast was excellent, but Halina Reijn’s manic-depressive, startlingly transformative performance as Lavinia Mannon deserves singling out. I don’t know when I’ll ever see Reijn or the other actors in this Amsterdam company perform again, but if I get the chance, I won’t miss it.

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Hans Kesting and Halina Reijn in Rouw Siert Electra (Mourning Becomes Electra). Photo by Jan Versweyveld.
Jeremy Sher, Merrie Greenfield and Joe Dempsey in Strange Interlude. Photo by Eric Y. Exit.