Double Trouble From The Bard

The only real stumble in Shakespeare Theatre Company’s gleeful dancing on the line production of The Comedy of Errors is a prolonged, easily eight full seconds, flatulatory audio effect. The fart, which would be a juvenile epic poem if delivered by an actor bodily, is merely deflating when played on stereo. It’s a pity the outburst doesn’t work—the idea is in the text and the show’s a riot. But the overstep is in the execution.

Power and Responsibility

Reuben drove six hours to see Jordan Peterson. He brought his mother. It’s his birthday present.

Reuben, “like the sandwich”—”or the patriarch,” I say, prompting a laugh of agreement—just finished his freshman year at a small Christian college. He’s maybe a bit above average height, thin, with an open, intelligent face. He has a mop of curly hair and is wearing a sensible plaid shirt. He’s studying something combining bits of business and engineering.

The Rough Seas of Fortune

“Oh! We’re in a whale,” said my friend as we walked into the theater to see David Catlin’s adaptation of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick.

The stage is set with a white skeletal structure that suggests the great ribcage and jawbones of the massive sea monster, with us inside. From the time we start, we are an audience of Jonahs, waiting for deliverance in the dark belly.

Wondering at Cinderella

Christopher Wheeldon ended up moving to America because he bought a vacuum. While studying at The Royal Ballet School in London, he came across a Hoover promotion that offered free flights to New York for every vacuum bought. Having seized his opportunity, he was able to join the New York City Ballet, eventually making a name for himself as a choreographer.

Wheeldon’s interpretation of Prokofiev’s Cinderella, now playing at the Kennedy Center, is rooted in classical ballet, but incorporates more obviously emotional movements in a way to appeal to the part of the audience that may not necessarily have a background in dance. Wheeldon has also created relatable characters, such as the stepsisters played by Sarah van Patten and Sasha De Sola, who have slap-stick fights involving kicking and tripping.

Imperfect Love

Alan Paul’s Romeo & Juliet, now playing at the Lansburgh Theater, is well worth seeing. Although this production has its problems, Ayana Workman is the loveliest Juliet I’ve ever seen. From the moment she enters, Workman is so sweet and artless and spirited that your heart aches for her; you want so badly to protect her from all of the pain you know is coming. And you really want to protect her from Romeo.

It seems unintentional, but Andrew Veenstra’s Romeo reminded me of the unemployed twenty-somethings who used to hang out at the food court offering to buy vodka for girls too young to drive. With his sleeveless hoodie, dark sunglasses, and Miley Cyrus haircut, Romeo looks a lot like Justin Bieber. Maybe that explains some of his appeal to Juliet, who is, after all, supposed to be thirteen or fourteen.