On Lankershim Blvd, in macabre haven Hex (Directed by Vanessa Cate) summons up The Sacred Feminine; in a gravity stripping rite full of such sensual beauty, and grace as to be reminiscent of the ancient workings which must have inspired the spirit of the Babylon Working.
Vanessa leads a power Coven of goddesses, bespelling the audience from the start. Vanessa’s Hex is an intricate weave too, and one I will right now recommend you see more than once if you hope to unravel all of the beautiful layers of this living tapestry.
Though enthralled myself, I’ll try not to spoil the story. More in hopes that I won’t do an injustice to the depth of the overarching threads which weave through Hex.
Hex is a soaring emotional journey of all that is woman, as seen through the lenses of the Wicca, feminism, sexuality, expression, and art of all forms. Hex shows it all, our highs and lows, our sorrows and joys. The journey we travel as the stage becomes all that is real, would not be possible without the immensely talented performances of the entire Coven.
For some time Vanessa has been experimenting with expressing defining the boundaries and whole sum of feminine power and mystique through the power of the stage. Hex pushes this overarching theme in her carrier further than ever. Vanessa has honed a talent for showing her goddesses their inner beauty and strength, and then she shapes this glorious palate on stage painting wonderful and complex emotions.
The entire Coven radiated immense inner power and beauty, which backlit their talents on stage. With each Coven member gracefully moving on stage, emotions mixed and swirled. There is magick at Zombie Joe’s Underground this Samhain season.
With the Coven as the emotional pigments a beautiful black chanterelle of vignettes is presented to the audience. Old Crones can take an argument over a potion into a deep discussion on body and sex shaming, wonderfully blending the old world lexicon with modern issues, puns, quips and burns. The whimsical mixing of modernity into scenes in times long forgotten gives a strong touch stone for the audience to connect with, allowing the Coven to continue pulling the audience along.
Dynamically evoked raw emotional wisdom, over definitive knowledge; that is how you Hex conveys deeper meanings than words ever could. Much like how an artist doesn’t need words to describe the world they show us. While under the enchantment of Hex, the audience flows with the scenes feeling the story. How many different interpretations could one listen from the audience, after a show where a feral coven of werewolves vying for leadership give way into a Sapphic Werewolf Cabaret seduction scene reminiscent of the Paris Coven in Interview with the Vampire.
Hex is full of deep, dark sensual beauty, shown perfectly in their rendition of The Raven. I’ve read Poe since I was three or four. I’ve never seen The Raven so transformed in my eyes before. The power portrayed by the characters… The Raven is one of the scenes I look forward to seeing again the most. I won’t spoil it, you have to see Hex for yourself.
As the show comes to its denouement, the last threads of Hex resolved, you may see that the wheel keeps turning. Though there are many darker elements to Hex, that is true with life. The wheel keeps turning, highs and lows. Hex unites us though. It shows us that through all the ages, women weren’t just there and surviving, we were living, loving, and enjoying life.
Due to the fluid nature of Hex, I was unable to spotlight any single actresses by name, however I would like to highlight a few pieces which stood out largely due to the Coven members. The Raven, was breathtaking as I said above, the Speaker and the Raven have such chemistry. In the werewolf cabaret scene the dancing, the energy, the teasing sensuality… Then, there was a goddess scene, with Hecate and all the goddesses, the power in that scene.
The entire show I felt like my soul was drawn onto the stage with the most talented ensemble I’ve seen in a fluid performance piece. Each and every Coven member showed us their still beating hearts on stage, and did it with grace and power.
Hex (directed by Vanessa Cate) a True Focus Theater & Cabaret le Fey production, shows at Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre in North Hollywood Tuesday nights at 10pm through October 25th.
For more information please visit http://www.TrueFocusTheater.com
Cheryl Doyle, Caitilin Fowler, Deneen Melody, Marietta Melrose, Kat Nelson-Bergfeld, Alariza Nevarez, Emma Pauly, Sasha Snow Ashley J. Woods, with Vanessa Cate
This time round Josh T. Ryan (director) bends the story round our funny bones, adding his unique musical fourth wall asides to the story. Josh is great with skirting that fourth wall, pairing an excellent music selection with brilliant stage direction. Rotting Corpses is still a horror story, that core holds true. What Josh does however is add a lighthearted feel to it, akin to Sean of the Dead, and Evil Dead. Only far better, more visceral, there is realness to this lighthearted nature, not forced like the movies.
The characters have a vital energy, a spark of life, this is something Josh is excels at as a director. Josh brings characters to life through his cast, like a necromancer. For a story about zombies, it’s a very lively cast. You can tell when a cast enjoys their roles, and the story at large, there is an energy in their performance.
The core story is the same, yet the cast puts an entirely different spin on it. There is a bromance between Vic (Josh T. Ryan) and Mack (Tyler Koster). Tyler gives Mack a nervous energy that draws you in, compels you to feel sorry for the poor guy. Perhapse I should start from the beginning. Rotting Corpses takes place in a luxury, full concierge town house complex, that has the misfortune of being the center of a zombie outbreak. The use of such a narrow setting, allows the story to center on the characters, and there are characters. Mack’s story draws us forward, but it’s his interactions with the guests of the luxury condos show us the walls society has developed. What happens when the social niceties are removed, when the artificial constructs that hold back our raw primal natures? From the onset of Rotting Corpses these walls are crumbling, what happens when a zombie plague tears the last bricks down?
Liz (Vanessa Cate) shows what happens when lust is let loose. Every time Liz comes into scene a sexy rock score plays, marking her character as unique within the story. Of all the zombies, Liz has the most control, she’s not ravenous for flesh, well flesh of a different kind maybe. Doug (Davin Wyn Harris) shows both gluttony and sloth, living in a luxury condo he lives off the cheapest food, and dresses in disposable underwear. Doug goes for quantity over quality. The full range of vices and sins are represented in Rotting Corpses, but I’m not here to spoil your adventure. I truly wish I the space to talk about every member of this amazing cast, but my review would grow long in the tooth. Suffice to say, this cast is amazing, every member adds to the sum total.
I’ve talked about the humour in this version, Josh uses musical cues and fourth wall asides to bring humour into the story. It’s still very much a horror story, a B movie come to life, pulling you back to your childhood watching late night monster flicks. The tone is dark and red, excellent lighting cues, sensual with enough bite to make your breath catch once or twice. It’s not all scares and jumps, there is gore too, well done stomach squirming visceral scenes. Attack of the Rotting Corpses is not for the faint of heart, yet well worth it for those with a steely spine. It’s the perfect Halloween season horror show to go see. Worth seeing more than once, as I’ve heard tell some of the characters will change their archetype, and the cast will shuffle around, keeping the performance fresh for a long Halloween run.
Attack of the Rotting Corpses (Written by Zombie Joe, Directed by Josh T. Ryan) runs Sundays at 7:30 through November 1st at Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre.
For more information please visit: www.zombiejoes.com
To see a more story oriented review, my review of the last staging can be found here: https://spencercotter.wordpress.com/2013/05/30/trapped-in-a-zombie-movie/
Bring your fangs, leathers, and blood; Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre offers a sultry, shadowy, bloody, and humourous musical with The Red Moon (Directed by Denise Devin). The Red Moon is a love story, after a fashion; love being more than romantic love more often than naught.
The Red Moon reaches beyond the typical vampire story, and the typical musical. As a musical it comes very close to pushing into the realm of Rock Operas, the lyrics directed more to the other characters than the audience. Pouring their emotions into song to reach through the layers built up by others. As a vampire story, it’s not strictly about good vs. evil, or human vs inhuman. Each character has complex emotions, desires and needs. As a romance it adds changes the nature of the third wheel. It’s not a human that must choose between two monsters. It’s lust vs love, and the monster gets to make the choice.
Lauri (Nicole A. Craig), whose voice rang clear and beautifully, narrates her tale of sisterly love, blood and death. Using a mix of classic rock with original pieces the characters and Brian Felsen (Pianist) built tactile layers of music and emotion. As the story progresses; the music and lyrics build, growing; desperation, sorrow, rage, lust, fear, binds together in a sensual veil of pain and pleasure.
The Red Moon is captivating from start to finish, but there are a couple of things that bear pointing out. The singing is spot on save one thing. In a packed house, a brilliant opening night, it is hard to hear all of the lyrics. The songs require softness, sensuality, yet without projecting their voices it is sometimes hard to be seduced by the scene. The Red Moon could also use a slightly longer run time; to lengthen a few of the scenes, adding a slower build to the story, reaching the climax as drawn in as possible.
Throughout the themes of love and lust are repeated in The Red Moon. Can a Roxana (Lara Lihiya) love someone, or being the seductress can she only lust after them? Is love enough to cure Roxana? There are many questions you may find yourself asking as the story unfolds, will the answers satisfy you, or leave you longing for more? You’ll have to find out for yourself.
From curtain to curtain Brian Felsen ensnares the emotions unfolding on stage, wrapping them upon themselves, redoubling the heightened feelings. A musical is nothing without its music, and Ramon Sanchez (Playwright, Composer, Lyricist) put together a brooding sensual composition. The lyrics drip with emotion, the accompanying instrumentals wash away reality; only the moods conceived on stage and in music exist. It’s entrancing; you’ll be pulled into the story so deeply you’ll forget yourself. The opening cords of the piano tell you you’re in for an ephemeral ride, the singing which follows, delivers.
Roxana and Lauri have a few numbers together, including a well done duet. There is the familiar two persons singing about the other, but not in their presence. Red Moon uses a different palate of emotions to put a compelling twist however. Love is a shade, only slightly different. It’s familial love, the love between two sisters, which includes great depth: jealousy, anger, concern, fear. Each of the main characters has their solo. Anthony (Jason Britt) captures rage, lust, confusion, and what might be genuine love in his number. While Roxana and Lauri try to work through the troubles they’ve each gotten into. The Minister (Paul Carpenter) struggles with lusts, and sins of the past. The vampiric numbers are especially seductive. Whether hunting, courting one another, or venting their more raw emotions, there is a seductive pull to each of these numbers. These numbers are rounded out by the rest of the ensemble, including a few comical chorus replies.
The Red Moon is a dark, sensuous, and emotionally turbulent way to start off the fall season.
The Red Moon (Written and composed by Ramon Sanchez; Directed by Denise Devin) runs at Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre in North Hollywood, Fridays and Saturdays 830pm September 4 through 26.
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Andy Shultz (writer/director) has put radio waves to paper, script that is. Lonely at the Top is the perfect distillation of the radio dramas I grew up with. Andy throws in several tongue in cheek, we can’t take ourselves too seriously now moments.
Above all you can tell Andy and Wyn Harris (director) did their homework. Lonely at the Top feels like an honest to goodness radio drama, or at least a send up of the most iconic attributes of the genre. The only thing missing is the periodic static and signal tuning interference. From the start you’re thrown into the setting, WZJU Host (Doug Haverty) pulls the old fashioned microphone plunging us into a scene straight out of the hardboiled detective serials of old. Channeling that old timey announcer cadence and squawk Doug paints a picture of a true serial. What isn’t painted by narration and dialogue is covered by a faux foley artist, our WZJU Host, on stage. Being live Theatre the faux foley artist shoots more for a visual element, than auditory.
Lonely at the Top is a classic detective Serial following Rex Fontana (Adam Neubauer), his secretary Babs Berkowitz (Aling Zhang) and a cast of colorful noir characters. Rex and the assorted players are thrown deep into the dark depths of shady Los Angeles California, where everyone has a story to tell, and every dame with a killer set of gams is just as likely to kill you as the next vice.
Lonely is a classic noir detective serial. An important and thoroughly hated person has been found murdered, and there are more suspects with motive than you can shake an officer’s truncheon at. Speculation and fist cuffs fly as Rex and Police Chief Jordan (Shawn Davis) square off to see who will solve this mystery first. Who will solve the Goldstein murder first, and was it a Mob hit, the Communists, or Aliens from the center of the hollow earth!? How will our bumbling private dick accustomed to succeeding on stubbornness and luck pull this off? With the help of his lovely assistant more than anything else.
Everything about Lonely at the Top makes you feel like you’re listening to a radio drama, from the minimal movement and blocking, to the station breaks and commercials. Yes there are commercials, and they are real too. Period commercials from a bygone era of no regulations are read by announcers between each scene. It’s truly groan worthy hearing these old commercials.
For something like this to come together as well as it does here, everything must be tops. The story has to pull you forward, the pacing set by the director to hook the audience at the right moment, to the acting itself. Everything must flow together. Radio dramas are all about timing, making the audience laugh at the right moments, groan at the next. If the pace is off just a little this won’t work. Everything falls in place with Lonely.
Being that Lonely at the Top is a detective story, and I can’t give away the game, you’ll have to rely on your keen nose and intuition to suss out who the killer/s is. If you have your wits about you, and can see through the 4th wall, you’ll enjoy seeing Rex stumble through the investigation.
There is one difficult thing to deal with while watching Lonely. Which character do you want to have done the deed? Each character is a favorite for their own reasons. Every suspect has a motive, the fun in any detective story is finding those motives out, asking yourself if they are guilty or not. Part of what makes it hard to settle on one suspect; each is portrayed so wrongly, that it’s so right. Was it the rival Director Victor De Lancie (Vincent Miller) and his many secrets, including a frilly pink one? De Lancie certainly is creepy enough, a credit to Miller, to be a killer. There is the oft over worked assistant Mary Spielberg (Casey Ellings), a hard working dame who just wants to Direct movies, and raise her son. Mary and Babs have instant stage chemistry, are they teasing each other or the audience with their double talk. The mob boss is alwayse a good choice for the killer. Don Anthony Rizzotti (David Wyn Harris) is the perfect choice, Hollywood plus a mobster. It’s obvious, or is it too obvious? What does Don Rizzotti know about Goldstein’s death, and what does he know about Roswell while we’re at it? Could it be Mrs. Goldstein (Marilou Rabahi Seaton) herself, that naive wife of a philandering Hollywood Director, or perhapse she teamed up with the sultry Trixie Adams (Margaret Glaccum), Mr. Goldstein’s mistress, or was that stalker.
Oh well, I’m sure Rex will figure out what happened to the Aliens at… I mean who killed Mr. Goldstein.
Pressing myself to pick a few choice adjectives to describe Lonely at the Top; gloriously groan worthy, stitch inducing puns. Lonely at the Top is a grand evening spent with your face in your palm. It’s more than just the corny lines, purposely transparent characters, or even the timing of every line. The entirety of Lonely gels together, forming a complete portrayal of classic Americana.
So grab your Tin Foil, for the radio antenna, your trench coat, and a fedora and tune into WZJU. That’s Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre, same macabre theatre, same unusual programming. With any luck, Rex Fontana will haunt the faux radio waves with some sense serial repetition.
Lonely at the Top (Written by Andy Shultz, Directed by Shultz, and David Wyn Harris) airs, I mean runs Friday nights at 8:30pm through August 28th.
For more information please visit: http://www.zombiejoes.com
Everyone should have Sir Laurence Olivier emcee their near death experience, call up the ghosts of loved ones to teach us lessons we were too stubborn to learn while alive, or have long forgot. I won’t use the words I have here to talk about these lessons; they are in part Cyanne’s and in part yours. That is the beauty of I Died… it’s not just an evening’s entertainment, you can actually put yourself in Cyanne’s shoes, and learn from her story. It is after all her story, her real story; she did die on the operating table.
Avoiding the lessons, so you can experience them for yourself, and because I can’t do them justice in so few words; what I can speak to is the quality of Cyanne’s performance. It is an amazing performance.
As you enter the theatre Cyanne lies supine on an operating table, there she lies motionless until the show commences. How she stays so still while people find their seats, share greetings exchange hugs is remarkable. It’s like she is dead, only the start of the show can breathe life into her.
As the show starts you hear a recording of the doctors and nurses trying to save her as the “beep beep beep” of her vitals fades. She awakes to find she is no longer in pain, though a bit disoriented, in a wing of the hospital she didn’t know existed. Speaking of wings, were those bats that just flew by. It’s here I should mention that this is a one woman show, in a black box theatre. Aside from a hospital bed, and a few boxes there are no props. The images you see are painted by Cyanne; by her words, and her gestures. She can paint an amazing picture.
You never know what you’ll get with a one person show. Will it be a monologue, a soliloquy, will there be a few characters. Cyanne is an ensemble unto her own, she moves from character to character; from friends, family, doctors, to Sir Laurence Olivier, and others. Each character has it’s own transition, transformation, and affect. Perhapse none more entertaining and regal than Sir Laurence Olivier, as it should be one would think.
To me theatre is best when the world around is suspended, and reality becomes only what is on stage. I Died… I Came Back… Whatever did just this. It feels as if you’re traveling along with Cyanne as she revisits her hardships, and her joys, taking small lessons from each scene. These lessons slowly build until there is a final grand lesson; a lesson that will touch your heart, or Cyanne’s heart. After all she was having heart surgery.
As the story progresses Cyanne portrays herself as bold, progressing to unsure, and eventually hopeful for the future. It’s an overarching journey, the journey of a lifetime almost. A life’s journey in a compressed form. Which is what a near death experience is supposed to be; your life compressed.
If you’re looking for a good laugh, and possibly a potent, poignant, and salient story I Died… I Came Back… Whatever is the Fringe show for you. Hopefully it’ll be extended through the best of Fringe in July, and maybe more.
I Died… I Came Back… Whatever (Written by Cyanne McClairian Directed Jessica Lynn Johnson) by runs through Hollywood Fringe. For more information please visit http://www.hollywoodfringe.org/projects/2123
Hollywood Fringe brings such pleasures as Sleeping Around. How many people have you slept with, and who have they slept with? This is addressed in a comical light, to great effect, in Sleeping Around.
The story follows nine people each at two moments in their lives, with one partner, then another. What the characters are blissfully unaware, and the audience joyously aware is that every character is connected by the cords of humanity, and sexuality.
The first scene opens with a nervous couple awkwardly dancing around with the idea of sleeping together. We quickly find out they aren’t a couple, rather they met on craigslist. The go through all the awkward motions of a pair who has yet to sleep together, finally settling on a way in which they can engage in some fun.
As the next scene opens, the premise takes shape. The man from the first scene is attending dinner with yet another beautiful woman. This woman his wife, is he the same character, has he been unfaithful? Yes, and no. They are married, and he is indeed the same character from the previous scene. As the scene picks up speed the wife confronts her husband as to what he had been up to the previous night. After some cajoling, he concedes that he was with another woman. Where other wives would be upset, she seems eager to learn the details. It is here we learn this trist occurred with not only her approval, but her insistence. She is dying of cancer, and needs her husband to know he can move on after she is gone.
The story progresses in such manner throughout the night. Each new partner in turn takes another partner. In each scene we are given a half story, a half reason why these events transpire. Taken in whole, through all ten stories, the epic that is humanity is seen. Through wit and humour the makeup of our common existence takes shape on stage. Joys, anxiety, humour, discomfort, pleasure, sorrow, and tragedy, all are ties that bind us as one. All of these themes, and more are artfully presented on stage.
As much as the ensemble adds their talent to the story, so does the stage and set. Sleeping Around takes place on a stage stripped bare of most dressing. What is used is carefully placed to engage the mind, while not distracting from the story, and cast. In a way the minimal dressing serves to mirror the undercurrents of the story. We are only afforded a small glimpse into each of the lives presented; even then we are only shown half of each story at a time. The use of the set pieces to convey this undercurrent is not only well thought out, but executed as subtly as said undercurrent.
On stage we see a spouse grieving a dying love, a virgin coming into his own, a man coming to terms with his sexuality, and a fiancé grieving the end of her engagement, as well as much more. Each of these stories is handled with grace and care, and the needed humour given the difficulty of stories dealing with a most sensitive nature of the human condition. That sensitive nature happens to be one of our strongest bonds, our sexuality. We are born through the sensuous acts, and we connect to our closest life companions through it as well.
Sleeping Around shows us even moreso the strength of these bonds. We are connected to people we have never even met. Humanity is connecting throughout everything we do, day in and day out, and at night in our beds.
If you’re looking for a night of laughter, a touch of introspection into the nature of humanity, and our connections with it; Sleeping Around is for you. With any luck it will receive an extension into July after Hollywood Fringe is over.
Inside The Mind of Me (written and directed by Wade F. Wilson) is an existential journey though the mind of Me (Michael Marcel). Our journey takes place inside Me’s mind, you see Me is in a coma. Throughout Me’s journey we revisit his recent and distant past.
What happens when the only landscape one can traverse, day in and day out, is their own mind? When left only to the devices of our memories, do we become the plaything of our inner demons, and better angels? What of our friends, and family; what happens to them?
Me has been in a coma long enough for his ex Jessica (Brooke Maroon) and best friend Chris (Eric Anthony) to move on. Together that is; move on, and stop visiting as often. Jessica and Chris are visiting Me in the hospital. The scene, and empty bed, which represents the emptiness of Me’s body. His mind and spirit are elsewhere, trapped inside some purgatory.
While Jessica and Chris visit the empty shell that is Me, we are afforded the opportunity to view inside Me’s head. We witness his journey of self discovery, and exploration. See his past ghosts, witness his tormentors, chief among them Circus (Graydon Schlichter). Circus is a demon, with a grudge against Me, and Angel (Kire Horton). Angel and Circus appear to have a dark past, one which drives Angel away when Me needs her most.
When Angel leaves, we are afforded a life lesson, sometimes we must face our demons alone. Only after we have stood up to them will our better angels, our friends are able to stand beside us. Inside the Mind of Me is a wild ride, with the power to stir deep emotions in anyone who has ever experienced trauma.
While exploring Me’s mind we are given glimpses of his life, starting with his traumas. These traumas, a difficult childhood, witnessing his grandfather having a heart attack, an abusive father, a mentally broken mother. Through the gauntlet of trauma, Me emerges on the other side, visiting happy memories. It requires conscious effort, even for the unconscious, to choose to focus on the joys in our life. Yes there is sorrow, and it shapes us, but our joys define us in the end. That is the lesson Me learns through his journey.
Wade Wilson used the venue perfectly. A black box theatre in the heart of Fringe allows a director and audience so much freedom. As much freedom as the mental landscape of a coma patient. Using dialogue, and the gestures of the actors, a picture of a set is painted before the audience. You see a world, both hazy, nebulous, yet clear. This is an amazing medium considering the theme, being stuck in one’s own head. As Me learns he can shape his world, so to we learn we can shape our world.
The entire cast does an amazing job, and I wish I could give a nod to each, Death’s (Erin Braswell) ever present visage, both in the real world, and Me’s mind. Erin adds grace and beauty to Death, which makes her inevitability a bit more palpable. We are of course witness to a full cast of characters who only exist as shadows of memories, or demons in Me’s head. For Jessica, and Chris who appear both in memory, and real life, we see a range of physical acting. When Me confronts mental projections of Jessica, and Chris, they take on a dower tone. This is Me projecting what he thinks they will say, not their actual words. They show the difference through their movements, slower, unsure. It’s a nice delineation between reality, and the dreamscape.
If you want a surreal experience, one that will make you rethink how you view negative and positive memories. Inside the Mind of Me is the Fringe show for you.
Inside the Mind of Me (written and directed by Wade F. Wilson) runs during the 2015 Hollywood Fringe season. For more information and tickets please visit http://www.hollywoodfringe.org/projects/2097