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August: Osage County

January 5-10, 2010


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  • August: Osage County
    Editorial Report from Michael Frank
    January 6, 2010


    August: Osage County is a LONG theatrical production by the famed Steppenwolf Theater Company of Chicago.  It has enjoyed a successful tenure in NYC and received the TONY award for best play, as well as the esteemed Pulitzer Prize.

    When my wife and I were waiting in the lobby to enter the auditorium, we both noticed that there was a notice board stating that there were 2 intermissions (1-15 and 1-10 minute).  How long is this play????  I asked one of the ushers and they said “over 3 hours”!  They continued “can you believe it”???  From there, my first thought is that “this had better be good”!  I mean really!  How can you keep an audience focused in their seats for that long?  My wife even quizzed me about how this play would have even worked in NYC since everyone must be off the set by 11:00 PM per the union agreements there.

    Well, here is the answer.  A brilliant mix of intensity and comedy with characters whom you either relate to yourself or know someone like them played magnificently by the touring cast.  I have to admit, when the play started, I couldn’t understand some of the deep Oklahoman drawls that shrieked from the opening monologue.  My thought…”Listen harder”!  I wanted to understand the complexities of this show right from the start.  To my surprise, the play lacks complexities like Oklahoma lacks “city folk”.  Instead there were intriguing twists and spins and they all seemed to fit in a neat little package at the “Weston house”.

    The story is about a dysfunctional family that has reconvened itself at its home in rural Oklahoma to mourn the loss of the husband of main character Violet Weston.  Violet has three daughters who have all traveled very different paths since leaving home.  Those daughters have chosen spouses or significant others and the oldest has a daughter, Jean.  The story’s length is due in no small part by the “in depth” display of each character and how their personality personifies the character of the family as a whole.  We get to learn about their past, their present, and their future.  The playwright doesn’t even skimp on the recently obtained housekeeper, Johnna, or the local sheriff, Deon.  This very intriguing cast of characters is governed by the matriarch of the family, Violet who has a hard time governing her own life (or does she).  Every time I thought I had sized Violet up (played wonderfully by Estelle Parsons), she shows me a different side or nuance that says something completely different about her character.  Just when I thought she was certifiably crazy, she would show articulation and understanding of an event or situation that defied my assessment.  At times where I thought she was clearing her head and thinking rationally, she would make a comment that brought me back to the “screw loose” mentality.  Drugs have a way of altering mind and spirit, and Violet liked that.  As she said; “these little blue guys are my best friend; they never let me down”!  Although we do understand that Violet’s cancer has led her to drugs, we never really clearly understand why the addiction is violent.  Although one is led to believe that her childhood would lend itself to some sort of vice.

    However, this show isn’t only about Violet, or it would have been over in an hour and a half.  This show was equally about the “Weston Girls” (as they used to be called).  Character introductions are scattered between acts 1 and 2 and I couldn’t help but allow myself to be more immersed in the web of innocence and sinning that continues to build in this production into a huge crescendo.  From Barbara and Bill Fordham (Barbara being Violet’s oldest daughter) who tried to escape the realities of the Weston home only to find failure in their own marriage and family (complete with pot smoking 14 year old daughter) to Ivy Weston whose “chip on her shoulder’ of being the only one to stay behind with mom has propelled her into a very ill advised relationship with cousin Charles (at least we think cousin), the son of Violet’s sister Mattie Fae to Karen Weston, the ditsy youngest sister who is gullible to everything, has no concept of reality (or is at the very least ignoring it) hysterically played by Amy Warren (a member of the original cast).  All the Weston girls seem to compliment each other in the most curious way and yet they offer no real connection to each other in dialogue.  None of the girls stay in touch with the other and the only reason they convene now is over the loss of their father.  Yet in spite of all of this depression, there underlies a tremendous sense of humor.  Something so grounded that you find yourself reflecting as being involved in those types situations and laughing about it.

    My favorite character had to be Barbara Fordham though.  Barbara just wanted to get away and start a life of sanity with her husband Bill and daughter Jean.  What she got instead was infidelity on behalf of her husband which has ultimately led to separation and the scorn of her teenage daughter who is being “coddled” by dad who allows her to smoke cigarettes and pot without repercussion, ultimately trying to win her favor.  As she tries to work through the challenges of family and her mother, you can see her morphing during the show into the personality of her recently deceased father.  Shannon Cochran does an incredible job of allowing you into the character’s soul and you can feel the pain, the failure, the desire to give up one minute and fight back the next.  She is a compelling character that many of us can relate to.

    I don’t want to share any more as my critique is getting as long as the show is.  I do highly recommend attending this show and enjoy the SHORT 3 hour performance as August: Osage County closes its curtain too soon!       



  • AUGUST OSAGE COUNTY

    Review by Tenisha Baca

     

      When you first walk into Gammage Auditorium you are automatically introduced to one of the first characters of the play, and to what I have deemed the “vortex of sorrow”, the Weston house of Pawhuska, Oklahoma.  At the center of the “vortex of sorrow” we find Mrs. Violet Weston, the matriarch with the mouth. As Violet Weston, Estelle Parsons, was perfection in one of the most complex and demanding, characters I have ever witnessed on stage.  Watching Estelle Parsons portray Violet was mesmerizing and horrific all at the same time. The monologue that Parsons delivers at the dinner table left the room silent. She embodied an individual who was neurotic, self deprecating, and manipulative all at the same time. I can surround her performance around a plethora of adjectives, but the only word that feels the most appropriate is “ineffable”. If you are a true theater goer, you HAVE to go see Estelle Parsons or else you’ll regret it.

    With Violet Weston addressed, let’s move on to the other characters within the show. At the beginning of the show the patriarch of the family is missing, serving as the catalyst that brings the family to the Weston home. This unfortunate event brings the majority of the family back to the Weston home. (Since the family involves quite a few characters, I suggest reviewing the family tree in the playbill before the show.) The audience is introduced to Aunt Mattie Fae (Violet’s sister) and Uncle Charlie (Mattie Fae’s husband).  As Mattie Fae, Libby George delivers a spot on portrayal of the meddling Aunt, who reflects the same piercing sarcasm as Violet. The audience is also introduced to Ivy Weston, the middle daughter of Violet and Beverly. She still lives at home and endures the vicious criticism that Violet relentlessly bestows upon her on a daily basis. As Ivy Weston, Angelica Torn, did a wonderful job portraying a character who desperately wanted a better life and whose performance made my heart ache towards the end of the production. The audience was then introduced to Barbara (the eldest Weston daughter), her husband Bill, and their daughter Jean, who bring with them a whirlwind of issues. As Barbara, Shannon Cochran did a phenomenal job portraying a daughter  whose life was unfolding before her, and who slowly but surely started reflecting the same dark cynicism and instability her mother reflected. Mrs. Cochran’s comedic timing was also impeccable. Later on in the production the audience is finally introduced to the youngest of the three daughters Karen, and her fiancée Bill. As Karen, Amy Warren, did an excellent job portraying the comic relief of the show as the quirky, quarky, sister who lived in Florida. Each key player held their own, and delivered stellar performances across the board.

    The coming together of this unstable family, opens a pandora’s box of secrets and addresses some themes within the show, especially the replacement of the “All American Family” with the “Modern Day Family”.  In our society, families should be as loving as the Brady Bunch but are more reflective of Roseanne Connet family.   Every member has their role and should follow the paradigm associated with it because that’s the way it’s supposed to be, and I found myself holding some of these characters to those ideals of unconditional love and trust. The idea of family is bleak in this show. Ivy Weston sees family as just cells and genes, and that there is no sense of obligation to anyone. No one has anyone that they can rely on in the Weston family. This creates an overwhelming sense of loneliness, hopelessness, and mistrust, forcing them to escape their situations through alcohol, drugs, or relationships to fill the emptiness.

    Watching this drama unfold, my jaw dropped a little bit lower as each layer within this family dynamic was peeled away ever so slowly. The script was just as impactful as the performances. Tracy Letts is an amazing playwright who utilizes the land of rhetoric as his playground. The dialogue was tragically poetic, and was wonderful to experience. I am a fan, and can’t wait to see more of his work.This overall production was phenomenal. This is a must see. Time flew by, and the audience is definitely rewarded in the end.



  • AUGUST: OSAGE COUNTY
    By Gammage Goer Pam
    Reviewed on January 5, 2010


     The holidays may be over, but experiencing this production is like finding a post-season gift for the Gammage theatre-goer. Hyped by rave reviews, coveted awards, star actor-turns and word-of-mouth buzz, audience expectations run high. And what to think about that three hour, twenty-minute running time? For all that sitting, should I wear my back brace or my elastic-waist pants? Does the show really need to run that long? Is the dramatic action sustainable? Can our expectations possibly be met? Yes. Almost Yes. And  a resounding Yes again. Tracy Letts’ play is that compelling and director Anna D. Shapiro’s production is that powerful.

     By now you probably know that the play centers on the extended Weston family, a group that indeed manages to put the “fun” in “dysfunctional”. (There’s a helpful family tree in the playbill to assist us in sorting out relationships.) This is a big cast and the author is adept at writing both large scenes with the whole clan on stage, as well as intimate two-person scenes. The action moves with cinematic fluidity across the architecture of the three-story home that resembles a doll-house cutaway, aided by David Singer’s soulful bluesy-jazz score and Ann G. Writson’s tightly focused lighting.

     Now, in this “well-made” three-act play with two intermissions (and when was the last time you experienced that with a new play??) the roots of American theatrical realism are strong: from LONG DAY’S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT, searing family drama. From CAT ON A HOT TIN ROOF, desperate confrontations. WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? gives us eviscerating comedy. There’s the sisterly bond of CRIMES OF THE HEART and BURIED CHILD’s enigmatic secrets. We recognize characters that remind of us Mary Tyrone, Big Daddy, George and Martha, Lenny, Meg and Babe, Dodge and Vince. These dramatic “echoes” are framed within the familiar topic of “The American Family” that has consumed so many of our best dramatists.

     However, in the spirit of  “everything old is new again”, playwright Letts manages to absorb this literary heritage to advance his own theatrical objectives, creating a modern epic of poisoned bodies, breaking hearts and dreams gone dry. And if Act III’s plotting starts to sprawl as wide as the Oklahoma plains or if we wander a bit too far for a bit too long from our protagonist Violet, well, we can cut the author a little slack. After all, how many of us used to find pleasure on a Sunday night viewing the wild and wooly Sopranos family opera? And we can be confident, I promise you, that Mr. Letts will bring the dramatic action to a satisfying…if not devastating…conclusion.

     High praise for the acting company, a uniformly gifted ensemble that tears into this text with gusto, led by the American treasure Estelle Parsons. I’m hoping my Gammage-Goer colleagues will provide you with more actor details, though, because I’d like to concentrate on the work of the director, Anna D. Shapiro, who has staged this play with insight, flair and compassion.

     Firstly, she has masterfully released her actors to discover the emotional life of each character, striking a balance between bombast and vulnerability and creating characters that are large enough in scale to fulfill Letts’ plot, yet specific enough in moment-to-moment action to make each authentically human.

     Her story-telling is brilliantly paced, suggesting the violence and longing that lurk just below the surface, then allowing us to forget them with some choice comic pointing, and then ….Wham!...startling us when they unpredictably erupt.

     Ms. Shapiro creates visually satisfying compositions on Todd Rosenthal’s nook-and-cranny-filled floor plan: the set doesn’t seem too big for the intimate scenes, nor do the crowd scenes seem scrunched. And, oh, I could have died and gone to Chekhov Heaven with her exquisite staging at the top of Act III!

     Also impressive: her “second unit” work, i.e., the times a character is engaged in physical action on stage even when not in the scene being played. Watch especially Johnna (DeLanna Studi) working in the kitchen or reading in her third floor room, like a guardian angel of the Weston household overseeing events as they swirl uncontrollably below.

     This production proves my “what makes good theatre” math theory: conflict + emotion + spectacle = entertainment. My students reading this will probably laugh to be reminded of this equation. I’ve been thinking of them as I prepare to teach a course in Modern Drama one final time before retiring for real. I have been inspired by this performance: in my love for the theatre, in my respect for its artists and in my awe of the power and joy of live theatre performance. It’s a fine way to feel about a career choice at the end of forty years!

     I digress…Go see for yourself.  And get back to me! I’ll be eager to hear what you think.



  • “August: Osage County”                                                                                                  
    Casual conversations with cast members

     
    On a recent trip to Tempe, Estelle Parsons donned a dingy bathrobe, alternated smoking cigarettes and unscrewing her pill bottle, and repeatedly raved about the rhythm of Eric Clapton’s music. She was on stage, performing the lead role of Violet Weston in the play “August: Osage County.”

    Before rehearsals for Friday night’s show at ASU Gammage, Parson graciously paused for an hour of casual conversation with a small gathering of Valley artists and arts supporters, including several of the Gammage Goers tasked with reviewing shows during this season’s Broadway Across America series in Arizona.

    She’s been meeting with artists and arts advocates while on tour with “August: Osage County,” including stops in Denver and San Francisco. A lifelong New Yorker, Parsons acknowledges her bias for believing everyone needs to be in New York, but recognizes that theater is becoming more widespread—with various degrees of quality and success. She doesn’t appear snobbish, just smitten with her hometown.

    Parsons sits atop a small stack of stairs in the ASU Gammage lobby—much shorter than the staircase she maneuvers with various degrees of success when she’s on stage as a pill popping matriarch—and looks like anyone you might meet on the street (assuming you’re on a hip street—and Mill Avenue certainly qualifies).

    The first thing I notice is her caramel-color shoes, a somewhat-worn cross between moccasins and penny loafers (no pennies, of course). Then her large red round eyeglasses, the small singular hole in her faded blue jeans and her half-tucked in blouse with an overall leaf pattern in muted tan, green and blue (plus a peachy color I’m not astute enough to identify).

    She’s interested in learning more about Arizona’s arts community and where theater fits into the hustle and bustle of our lives. She’s concerned that too few people are going to the theater these days. The last thing Parsons wants to hear, she says, is “Oh, I went to the theater once.” Good theater pulls people back time and time again. “August: Osage County” clearly fits that bill in her book: “This play is a phenomenon.”

    “I don’t even call it a play,” Parsons says, “because the audience starts to interact with it immediately.” Other plays, she observes, come out of literary tradition. “This one doesn’t do that.” Still, she’s quick to distinguish herself from folks well-versed in literary criticism. That’s not her thing. “I’ve been in acting all my life,” says Parsons (she began acting in community theater productions at the age of seven).

    Her vast credits include being an original member of the NBC-TV “Today Show” (she was the first woman to do news reporting for a television network), garnering an Academy Award for her performance in the film “Bonnie and Clyde,” starring on television for 10 years as “Roseanne’s” mother and more. Parsons was inducted into the Theater Hall of Fame in 2004. Still, these aren’t the things she’s come to share.

    Instead, she talks about the work, the craft of acting. “I never went to school or anything,” she says. “I apprenticed in summer stock places while at college.” A theater student in the group asks Parsons about her technique. She’s gracious and genuinely helpful in her reply—yet says, “I don’t have a technique.” Someone once told her, she recalls, that this was her technique.

    “I’ve prepared myself through my life of acting to let things happen to me after I get out on stage,” she says. “I believe I was born with a gift and I’ve spent my life trying to be aware of this, to use this.” Her tone is matter of fact, earnest but not egotistical. “I have always,” she adds, “tried to listen inside me.”

    Once Parsons reads a script she’s mindful of “what comes up in me, what questions come up.” “I read the script,” says Parsons, “and get up and try to do what it gives me.” Parsons readily admits that she doesn’t like taking acting classes. “I don’t like anyone telling me anything,” she says, “as an actor.”

    “What happens today is not the same as what happens tomorrow,” reflects Parsons. “Stay open during rehearsals, performances.”

    Paul Vincent O’Connor, who performs the role of Charlie Aiken in “August: Osage County,” has now joined Parsons sitting on the steps. He agrees and tells her, “Yes, you’re exquisite at that.”

    O’Connor has extensive film and television credits and spent 16 years as a member of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. He and Parsons agree that while actors can do research and other prep work for their roles, what they really traffic in is the emotional.

    O’Connor references Greek philosophers such as Marcus Aurelius (Roman emperor and Stoic who wrote: ‘Time is a sort of river of passing events’) and cites a quote attributed to Heraclitus (a later Greek philosopher who wrote: ‘You can never step in the same river twice’).

    They also agree that acting demands emotional and physical stamina. If you work the craft, you already know this all too well. But those of us who witness the work sometimes take it for granted.  The more time I spend with theater folk, including my daughter Lizabeth, the more I appreciate the blend of rigor and agility this craft demands.

    “It’s a lifelong commitment doing long, physical work like this,” says Parsons. She describes the physical activities built into her busy schedule—hiking, weightlifting, working with a personal trainer, swimming, running—as just part of her life as an actor. “I’m Swedish,” quips Parsons. “My mom was born way up by the arctic circle, so I’m stronger than most.”
     
    Of course, none of this occurs to you as you’re watching the Westons continuously unwind and rewind their lives, their relationships, their memories.

    The set features a three story house that bodes of the heaviness this home heaves onto the hearts of its inhabitants. The writing (described by Parsons as “sparse”) scarcely gives an on-edge audience time to breathe between revelations and their reverberations. The actors draw you into a world infinitely more real than anything you’re likely to see on a reality TV show.

    The live performance allows for interaction you simply can’t get from that little box or giant screen in your living room. (You can make it 3-D, but it’ll still pale in comparison to live performance art). Audience members, insists Parsons, are an integral part of the show. Not just “August: Osage County,” but every work of live theater. “We must listen to the audience,” she says. “Audiences have a tremendous effect on how actors are.”

    O’Connor has performed in touring productions of “August: Osage County” in both London and the U.S., and is quick to point out the differences between audiences in the two countries. He’s also seen differences among American audiences. “Every region,” he observes, “has a different sensibility.”
     
    Play-going is a much greater part of life in England, reflects O’Connor. “They understand what the process is and their part in it.” London audiences take their seats promptly and are very attentive. They applaud vigorously (“over their heads” if they’re especially pleased with something), but show fewer emotions than American audiences.

    Parsons and O’Connor became mindful at this point that rehearsals were set to begin onstage, and didn’t want to be late. We had to let them go before anyone had the chance to ask something I suspect was on many of our minds. “What can we do to encourage more Americans to attend, understand and appreciate the theater?” In the absence of their insights, I’m going to venture a guess…

    Practice, practice, practice…

    I’ll see you at the theater.

    --Lynn

    Lynn Trimble is a 2009-2010 Gammage Goer who does freelance writing/editing as The Poised Pen and writes a daily arts blog for Raising Arizona Kids magazine.


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