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Monday, November 10, 2008
Review: ‘Fantasmaville’ at the Long Center
“Fantasmaville” is a play about ghosts. Unfortunately for a play that can otherwise be charming, funny, and topical, it has a few of its own as well.
“Fantasmaville,” a new project from playwright Raul Garza and Teatro Vivo, focuses on an East Austin neighborhood undergoing gentrification, from a new mixed-race family moving in to defend the traditions to the city pushing a dog park on an empty lot. For the families involved, its less a referendum on economic statuses than cultural and personal histories — at least it’s meant to be.
Tensions run high between Flor, filled with sass and sweetness by Patricia Arredondo, and her mildly estranged daughter Celeste. While Celeste and her gringo husband, Martin, played by Karinna Perez and Chase Wooldridge, epitomize bleeding heart yuppiness, bordering on cliché, other locals like Gustavo and Freddy, laconically drawled out by Donato Rodriguez III and Rupert Reyes, are content to sit in a re-imagined Scoot Inn drinking the day away.
The first half of the play introduces the whole cast of characters, switching mostly easily among them. Stylized animations projected on the back of the stage, loosely connected conversations and monologues, and, of course, an Austin focus give the progression a “Slackers” feel. With some that feel more rambling than ambling, though, that brings the good and bad side of Richard Linklater.
Overall they remain largely enjoyable through the first act, and Garza balances well, switching between domestic conflict, sitcom laughs, bilingual cursing, and simply pleasant vignettes. As the neighborhood begins to clash over the proposed dog park and undercurrents of racism, though, the conversations have a tendency to sound more like formal debates or Socratic dialogs than parts of the building story.
The second half, with its literal ghosts and fixation on the past, exacerbates the situation. “Fantasmaville” becomes more about what has happened than what is happening. The transition gives David Blackwell, as a bigoted white resident of the neighborhood, a chance to shine as he recalls better times, evoking humanity under his bitterness. Sadly, the narrative twist involved in the revisionist reminiscing undercuts the moment.
It’s perhaps appropriate that a story about a community with so many different approaches to life, politics, and culture has so many ups and downs. Fortunately, the warm jokes and conflicted neighborhood still make it worthwhile. And, oh yes, the preachy, life-size racoon spirit guide doesn’t hurt either.
(Joey Seiler is a freelance theater writer in Austin.)
(“Fantasmaville” continues at 8 p.m. Wednesday-Saturday and 2 p.m. and 6 p.m. Sundays through Nov. 16 at the Long Center Rollins Studio Theatre, 701 W. Riverside Drive. $14-$18. 474-5664, thelongcenter.org.)
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Review: Dame Edna at the Paramount Theatre
“How do I know, possums, that this theater is so lovely? Because they tried to tear it down.”
Just one of Dame Edna Everage’s many kernels of truth proffered by the self-described giga-star (mega-star seems so plebian). Like nearly everything else articulated by the Melbourne housewife-turned-celebrity in her Austin debut, it was delivered sardonically, ironically or satirically.
And what better pairing than storied performer Barry Humphries (the mensch behind Edna) with the equally storied Paramount Theatre? Humphries performance — the first stop on Dame’s “My First Last Tour” — enacted many of the same dynamics that the theater, built in 1915 as the Majestic, featured during its days as a vaudeville house.
The two-act, two-hourish show presented songs, improv, costume changes, multi-media displays, a talk show, political commentary, floral distribution, ribald humor, a wedding and audience digs. Drawing from today’s headlines, Humphries’ artistic tour de force also referenced life in Austin (Carole Keeton Strayhorn and John Kelso got skewered).
Edna quipped that she recently obtained an African infant “from the same place Madonna shops for hers.” The good Dame also said she sent Sarah Palin an atlas, only to be contacted later by the Alaskan governor because, in looking at the index, she couldn’t find “overseas.”
Humphries debuted another character from his palette of personalities, Sir Les Patterson. The self-described “Australian Ambassador to the U.S.” strode on stage, cocktail in hand, in a mysteriously stained powder blue suit, with some strategically placed padding that would make Spinal Tap’s Derek Smalls blush. The would-be love child of Winston Churchill and Lenny Bruce, Patterson’s jokes were decidedly naughty, easily offending the bluenoses and Mrs. Grundys in the packed venue.
In the end, those acquainted with Dame Edna & Company were undoubtedly rewarded. Barry Humphries is a master at his craft. Let’s just pray that Dame Edna stops in Austin for “My Next Last Tour.”
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Review: Austin Lyric Opera’s ‘Cinderella’
Austin Lyric Opera’s production of Gioacchino Rossini’s La Cenerentola (his treatment of the Cinderella story - cenere is Italian for ashes or cinders) doesn’t have many illogical moments.
Considering that the work being performed in Dell Hall at the Long Center is an Italian opera buffa first performed in 1817 and re-set in early-1930s Hollywood, you should understand the first sentence as a compliment. But you might want to know in advance that Rossini has no pumpkins, nor a clock striking midnight.
This re-set opera is carefully worked out. The sung Italian is conveniently mistranslated in a number of the projected English captions. Ramiro is a movie director, originally a prince, who wants a new actress who is beautiful and sincere to star in his next film. The movie studio, “Palace Pictures,” was originally the prince’s palace. Magnifico, the nasty yet comical stepfather, lives with the stepdaughters in a run-down vaudeville theater. That’s odd. Dandini, Ramiro’s cameriere (originally his manservant), is now his chauffeur.
The staged overture is intelligent, with events and gestures plotted carefully to the shape and rhythm of the music. The captions during the Overture made it feel more like a silent film from Hollywood of the 1920s-which was not the date in the program, but that’s OK.
The entire production was first presented at the Lyric Opera of Kansas City in 2004. Most of the time, the sets, costumes and lighting look marvelous. Only little details bothered, such as Cenerentola’s dress for her audition that looked like a business suit and lacked the pizazz that her gown for the last scene had in spades. Garnett Bruce’s direction got a little busy later in Act I, but the rest was tasteful and well motivated.
The cast is consistently excellent, with voices suited to the style. Sandra Piques Eddy as Cenerentola is a mezzo-soprano with an apparently endless range, warm in the middle and lower registers, yet well-focused at the top. As Ramiro, Michele Angelini’s light tenor was agile, princely, and expressive. John Boehr’s chauffeur was brilliantly sung, and his character had sly fun spoofing his boss while they traded identities. Also top-notch were Kristopher Irmiter as Alidoro, a producer, and Steven Condy as Magnifico. Thanks to conductor Robert Tweten’s lightning pace, you’ll hear where Gilbert and Sullivan got the idea for patter.
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