Archives for March 2014

From 2004:

In my experience, it’s usually not that hard to pick a One Best–absolute excellence is by definition self-evident–but no sooner do you venture below the pinnacle than all sorts of other factors crowd into your viewfinder. When Time asked me to pick the best dance of the 20th century, for instance, I didn’t have to think twice before choosing George Balanchine’s The Four Temperaments, but I found it much harder to decide on two runners-up, though I finally opted for Paul Taylor’s Esplanade and Antony Tudor’s Jardin aux Lilas. Up to a point, the problems of choice multiply as the list grows longer, though eventually they subside. I suspect that most serious moviegoers’ lists of the 50 greatest films (as opposed to their 50 personal favorites) would overlap substantially, but their Top Ten lists would wander all over the map….

Read the whole thing here.

“Vivacity, leadership, must be had, and we are not allowed to be nice in choosing. We must fetch the pump with dirty water, if clean cannot be had.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Power”

Satchmo at the Waldorf continues to run off Broadway at the Westside Theatre. John Douglas Thompson’s performance–incredibly–grows deeper and deeper. If you haven’t seen it, do, and if you have, tell your friends (or see it again!).
I have a compliment to report: a playwright of note who came to last Tuesday’s opening-night performance told me afterward that he thought I’d created “a remarkable cubist portrait” of Louis Armstrong. That’s actually a very subtle way of describing the play’s multiple perspectives on Armstrong and his career.
Some other pieces of news:
• The New Yorker caught up with us over the weekend, and the results were highly gratifying:

The last strains of the set die out, the door to the dressing room opens, and in walks Louis Armstrong (John Douglas Thompson), carrying his trumpet and making his way, stiffly but urgently, to the oxygen tank next to the sofa. It’s 1971, and the giant of twentieth-century American music is in a reflective mood….Teachout, Thompson, and the director, Gordon Edelstein, together create an extraordinarily rich and complex characterization. The show centers on the trumpeter’s relationship with his Mob-connected Jewish manager of more than thirty-five years, Joe Glaser. Thompson forcefully inhabits both men–and throws in a chilling Miles Davis–delivering an altogether riveting performance.

Read the whole thing here.
• I rejoice to announce that the script of Satchmo at the Waldorf will be published by Dramatists Play Service, Inc., whose other authors include Edward Albee, Christopher Durang, Horton Foote, Brian Friel, Athol Fugard, John Guare, A.R. Gurney, Amy Herzog, David Ives, Warren Leight, Tracy Letts, David Mamet, Martin McDonagh, Conor McPherson, Lynn Nottage, and John Patrick Shanley. I am honored beyond words to join their ranks.
The announcement is here.
• John and I took last Thursday afternoon off and drove out to Newark to to do an hour-long interview about Satchmo at the Waldorf on WBGO, the New York area’s top jazz radio station. Not only did we talk at length about the show and how it came to be, but Rhonda Hamilton, the host, also played several of our favorite Armstrong records in the course of the broadcast.
Not at all surprisingly, we had a lot of fun, and you can listen to us having it by going here.
• Finally, the TV ad for Satchmo rolled out late last week. Here it is. I’m biased, of course, but I think it’s way cool:

Wes Montgomery rehearses and plays Horace Silver’s “Nica’s Dream” in 1965:

(This is the latest in a series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Monday and Wednesday.)

“The leader personifies the certitude of the creed and the defiance and grandeur of power. He articulates and justifies the resentment dammed up in the souls of the frustrated. He kindles the vision of a breath-taking future so as to justify the sacrifice of a transitory present. He stages a world of make-believe so indispensable for the realization of self-sacrifice and united action.”
Eric Hoffer, The True Believer: Thoughts on the Nature of Mass Movements

In today’s Wall Street Journal I review two new plays, Robert Schenkkan’s All the Way (in which Bryan Cranston plays Lyndon Johnson) and Sarah Ruhl’s Stage Kiss. Here’s an excerpt.

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Robert Schenkkan’s “All the Way” is not LBJ’s first stage appearance, but it’s the first time that he’s made it all the way to Broadway, and the presence of Bryan Cranston in the cast is the sole reason for his arrival there. New plays don’t reach Broadway nowadays without a movie or TV star, and Mr. Cranston, lately of “Breaking Bad,” is (at least for the moment) the latter. Far more important, he’s also a totally assured stage performer who plays Johnson as a gangly, lapel-snatching wheedler in whom self-pity and rage are twisted together too tightly to rip apart. Yes, it’s a caricature, and a garish one at that, but Mr. Cranston makes you believe in what you’re seeing and hearing.

Not so his hard-working colleagues, most of whom struggle with Mr. Schenkkan’s overstuffed pageant-style recounting of how Johnson got the Civil Rights Act of 1964 passed, in which historical events whiz by like floats passing in review and LBJ is the only character who seems at all lifelike. Everybody else talks as if he’s onstage, and every speech is so freighted with factual exposition that it’s impossible for the supporting players to take wing…

Sarah Ruhl is the stickiest of sentimentalists, but nobody has to tell her that it isn’t hip, so she caps her carious sweet tooth with a thick coat of Irony Lite. Result: box-office success. Witness “Stage Kiss,” a two-hour exercise in theatrical inside baseball (“I just got the sides because my agent blah blah blah”) whose principal characters, identified in the program as “She” (Jessica Hecht) and “He” (Dominic Fumusa), are a pair of actors who used to be a couple, parted on bad terms and are now appearing together in a play that requires them to share a big, juicy kiss. Oh, yes, “She” has since acquired a husband (Daniel Jenkins) and a daughter (Clea Alsip). Making due allowance for the usual postmodern pseudo-twists, everything that happens thereafter is horrifically predictable…

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Read the whole thing here.

A TV commercial for All the Way:

President Johnson talks to Sen. Richard Russell by phone on Nov. 28, 1963, six days after the assassination of John Kennedy. This call was secretly recorded by Johnson:

“Work is a necessity for man. Man invented the alarm-clock.”
Pablo Picasso (quoted by Janet Flanner in The New Yorker, Dec. 9, 1939)