Laurel and Hardy. Nichols and May. Lemmon and Mathau. Cheech and Chong. Phaea and Becca. ItÂs not simple matter to explain what makes a comedy duo work: personality, chemistry, timing, and intellect are merely the more obvious variables. Loose dorks Phaea and Becca come off as an odd couple—one more conventionally tall and dorky, one at first glance too cute and cuddly for satire—but the chemistry is undeniable and the timing is spot on. Imagine your young teenage daughter and her best friend who finish each otherÂs sentences, then fast forward 15 years.
Archive for July, 2009
Dancing to Ancient Rhythms
The Apothecary at the Trading Post
Saturday, July 25 @ 2:30 p.m.
They say: "Visually stunning vignettes of the sacred and profane, the transcendent and mundane. Theatrical dance inspired by the wisdom of the East in a captivating first Fringe Festival performance by the critically acclaimed Ancient Rhythms Dance Company."
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Lanford WilsonÂs Home Free gives its audience much to unravel as it follows the muddied logic of Lawrence and JoannaÂs aberrant, make-believe world. Psychological disorder drives the piece, and we have much to sort through as we piece together the mystery of whatÂs so scary about the outside world. Social taboos abound in this one-act, but there is an eloquent innocence in WilsonÂs deviant world, providing a nice tug-of-war on the audienceÂs sensibilities.
I can't imagine a better way to wait out a monsoon then to watch the graceful interplay of these gorgeous women; the slow, delicate contortions alternating with the stacatto raga stepwork. Shalini Goel Agarwal's flirtatious, mesmerizing gaze itself is reason enough to see this show.
Who knew presidential politics could be interpreted through traditional Indian dances? I certainly didn't before seeing this production of the Tehreema Mitha Dance Company, but the combination of traditional choreography with contemporary subject matter landed with surprising resonance.
The blurb promises — or threatens, I suppose, depending on your point of view — a tried and true reunion-sparks-shattering-revelations drama in the That Championship Season mode. Which is essentially what Late Bloomers and Glory Days delivers — you'll know you're on rails from beginning to end, but the track runs pretty smooth.
The play is a clusterfuck of ideas, and perhaps the acting was a little sub par because the performers had to unload so much other garbage (yoga, tai chi, awkward lesbian kisses, wordy monologues...) in addition to the galumphing (lack of) plot points.
Of the "A.D." items listed in the description, the emphasis should be placed on "attention deficits" and "anxiety disorders". There are American dreams and artistic differences, but I didn't see any afternoon delights. Instead, A.D. is a frenetic, one-woman monologue dash through multiple personalities that weave in and out of neurotic introspections to outward frustrations.
"In the unlikely event of the Rapture," Natalie Sullivan advises the audience at the opening of Hopelessly Devoted, "please pray for your own sins before praying for those around you." The chance of rapture here? As advertised, unlikely. The chance of mild amusement courtesy of two Ã¼ber-talented comedians? Much higher.
I'll not mince words: Concord, Virginia, has too many words.