Well, apart from the poison pen review, I also just found out that the Chicago PBS station, WTTW, which had planned to air a short clip from our show tonight has apparently decided that they don't have room for us and won't be airing the clip. The paranoiac in me suggests they might be following the lead of the bad review, (the two producers claimed to love the show when they came to see it)
Anyway, that's the bad news, the fantastic news is that after months of tieing or lagging behind his opponents, Barack Obama has surged to the top of the polls! He and Blair Hull have done an exact reversal of their standing only a week ago. Barack now commands over thirty percent, with Hull back in the twenties. Barack only started airing TV commercials a few days ago. Barack's deputy campaign manager Nate warned me not to get too excited, the polls are supposed to be volatile over the next few weeks. But I can't help but be happy. Top of the polls! Yes!
In national politics I want to ask the following question, is gay marriage *really* the most pressing challenge to our Republic right now? What about flag burning?! I seem to recall the elder President Bush promising us a constitutional amendment on that some years back. Thousands of American flags are being burned by matrimony inclined homosexuals this very second. Is this the world we're leaving to our children? It's up to you, my fellow Americans.
Last night's performance of L3K went great, the audience clearly loved it and lots of them said so, just as all our previous audiences have. Unfortunately, we also learned yesterday that we are not critically acclaimed as it were. Nick Green, the critic from the Chicago Reader unleashed an utterly poison pen review of the show, which wasn't entirely surprising, as the Reader prides itself on pretentiousness and disdain for anything ordinary people might like. (In a Marxist sort of way though) Ask me about film critic Johnathan Rosenbaum some time. Anyway, I was told the review was terrible hours before I read it so I was sort of dreading it, wondering if the review would hit what I thought to be actual weak points and actually exploiting my vulnerabilities. Fortunately once I did read the review I was delighted to find that it bypassed and actual weak points and was merely a badly written rant full of factual errors, false assumptions and truly puzzling conclusions. He attacked the show through the single dumbest route possible, comparing it to the original ancient Greek Lysistrata, which is a bit like critiquing Hamlet because it doesn't follow the majesty of the original Nordic revenge sagas. Being the mature, dignified writer that I am, I will now offer my point by point refutation of the review:
LYSISTRATA 3000 American Demigods, at the Athenaeum Theatre. It seems every young company eager to make a political statement instinctively reaches for Aristophanes' antiwar comedy, in which Lysistrata incites the women of Athens to go on a sex strike.
Evidently, Mr. Green did not read the program in which I state that the show was first written and produced several years ago, and is explicitly *not* intended as any kind of topical "political statement". As with everything I write, it's meant to be a good story first, politics are incidental. And our "young company" was formed for the explicit purpose of staging the show.
If only writer-director Rory Leahy had had the sense to preserve the dignity of the original in this turgid reworking,
I'm curious as to what part of the original's dignity Mr. Green would have had me preserve. The part where the women dump buckets of water on the men's heads, or the part with the giant phalluses?
set in a dystopian future where citizens crowd the streets in Greco-Roman rags and sip lattes. Lysistrata 3000 proves to be an ass-backward mix of high-minded drama and old-fashioned sci-fi schlock,
Ass backward? So the old fashioned sci-fi schlock should have come first?
including a military plan to combat "vicious acts of attrition" with "the dreaded goo of death." ¶ Leahy's main contribution is a litany of dick jokes,
Apart from the absurdity of this statement, it is increasingly clear that Mr. Green has no knowledge of the original Lysistrata, or he would know that it is nothing *but* dick jokes. Aristophanes is the reason they invented the word "bawdy"! I only threw in the occasional dick joke out of a desire to be *somewhat* faithful to the spirit of the original.
which culminates in Ajax's particularly crude recommendation for resolving his swollen state.
Which of course, brings the house down every night, but then, the ignorant proles will laugh at anything won't they? Sorry, getting off topic, I'm trying to stick to the facts.
What I find telling about this bit of the review is how casually Mr. Green references the character of "Ajax" with no explanation or context for the reader. Perhaps this is because Mr. Green assumes the reader familiar with the original play will have some knowledge of the famous character of Ajax, as surely as one might know say, Creon from Oedipus Rex, oh yeah, Ajax from "Lysistrata". Perhaps Mr. Green is unaware of the fact that Ajax is *wholly my invention* and does not appear in any previous version of the play! I mention this only because it seems to undercut the great position of authority from which Mr. Green pretends to write.
The adaptation's cut-and-paste approach, folding in bits of the original dialogue, turns really ugly when Leahy's performers recite the five-dollar words with glazed expressions.
My only response to this is...GAH!!!!....What "cut-and-paste approach"? My play uses virtually *none* of the original dialogue! There are perhaps two or three archetypal moments in the entire two hour show, where I pay tribute to the original *fleetingly* using some of the original sentiments. Although they're not spoken in *ancient Greek*!
The energy is low throughout most of the first act but gets sucked out of the theater completely once the merciful intermission is over.
My kickass actors can defend themselves, this is an aesthetic judgment, a poor one but it cannot be refuted by facts and logic as the rest can.
Altogether it takes two hours of incoherent rambling and penny-dreadful buffoonery
Okay, it's entirely possible that I ramble, but incoherently? I may have lots of words but I believe they flow pretty logically and I invite anyone to prove otherwise. I cohere, baby, oh yes, I cohere. And "penny-dreadful buffoonery" what does that mean? Is that Mr. Green's theatrical erudition talking again. Forgive me, I'm just a poor, ignorant lad but my understanding of the term "penny-dreadful" is that it refers to turn of the twentieth century melodrama, it's generally not associated with comedy, or "buffoonery". Did you mean "vaudeville buffoonery" Mr. Green? Just trying to help you out.
just to cut to the heart of the matter, when Leahy bluntly labels Lysistrata "an older chick who totally speaks out."
Again, I'm dumbfounded, the allegedly climactic line is spoken in the first twenty minutes of the show (which is when Mr. Green obviously stopped taking notes) and the character who speaks it is a young admirer of Lysistrata's, a character with her own voice that is certainly not the show's voice. It is in no way emblematic of the play as a whole, certainly not "the heart of the matter" and it is truly puzzling that Mr. Green chooses it to glibly summarize the themes. Oh yeah, and to bash the fact that we're young.
Imagination has, like, finally failed us. --Nick Green
Glad you make use of the first person plural when discussing a failure of imagination, Mr. Green. Again, your biggest problem seems to be our collective, relative youth. I'm not sure how old Mr. Green is, but it is clear that he is "old" in the worst, non-chronological sense. Why doncha all just f...fade away?
So yeah, I'm a little touchy about the fact that I got a bad review my first time out on the semipro Chicago stage, but I'm actually rather pleased that the review was so illogical, poorly written and yes, incoherent.
Yes, I have a somewhat melodramatic way of putting little things like a small, independent theater run, but that's what I'm doing, feasting on the blood, yes sir.
The first weekend of the three week L3K run has concluded, and the second is about to begin. True artistic success is not quantifiable, but I am by no means a true artist, I am rather a mercenary hack, and quite proud to be so. Therefore, I turn to the only quantifiable measure available, audience level. We opened on a Thursday, so it was pretty small, only around thirteen people. Then Friday brought twentysome, then Saturday, gloriously, about fortysome. This conclusively demonstrates that the audience level will increase exponentially each night, until we have a crowd of tens of thousands crammed into the 80 seat space by the time we close on Saturday March 6. Bloody brilliant!
Seriously though, the important thing is that the people who saw it liked it, they laughed sometimes, and some are said to have cried at others. Your emotions are playthings for my words! I am the ruler of your hearts! All shall bow to me!
I'm sorry, I do have a streak of megalomania. Mm....blood of my enemies...Please don't hold it against me and my beautiful, beautiful show.
I'm also happy that three weeks before the election, my candidate, Barack Obama has finally started to get some commercials on TV. Getting votes is of course, all about name recognition, which is all about TV, which is all about money. And Barack's leading opponent for the Democratic nomination, multimillionaire Blair Hull, has lots and lots and lots of that, which he's used to plaster himself over the airwaves for months. This has done a lot to cover up some of the more questionable elements of Mr. Hull's past. Such as being a neo-Nazi. And a serial killer. Boy I don't want any neo-Nazi serial killers in the U.S. Senate, do you? I think we should all vote for Obama. But anyway, though Barack has a lot less money than Hull, he has been like a wise and frugal squirell, storing up all the nuts and berries he has acquired over a long season and splurging when he really needs them, the final weeks of the campaign, when anyone who hasn't really paid attention will start to do so. So things are looking good.
Well, the American Demigods mission statement, I decided during Lysistrata's tech week was to get out of this alive. And boy oh boy am I still alive. I continue to be a functioning biological entity. Hells yeah. The opening went really, really well. The audience seemed to love it. Though alas there were only thirteen of them. Which I guess is cool for an opening Thursday, but more people must come to me, like fish come to Aquaman at his command.
I get to be interviewed on the talking radio box tomorrow morning at 9am in Chicago, 88.7 FM. There I will talk of Lysistrata and Barack and many things.