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Archive for May, 2010

Memorial Day 2010

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Like many other Americans, I have today off and plan to enjoy it, but I do try to spend some time every Memorial Day remembering the men and women the holiday was created to honor.

Yesterday, I spent a few hours at the parade in Milford, Connecticut, marking the holiday, and talked to many veterans who fear the true meaning of the holiday has been forgotten by most people in this country.

So, think about the soldiers and sailors who have made the survival of this democracy possible.

And, aren’t we lucky to be able to enjoy the day at the beach — or having a picnic with friends — rather than fighting in Iraq or Afghanistan?

‘Erotic vagrancy’ or: When Elizabeth met Richard

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So many books have been written about Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton — and the most important movies they made together — that you would think the well ran dry on “Liz & Dick” fodder many years ago.

But Sam Kashner and Nancy Schoenberger take a new approach — and unearth lots of new material — in “Furious Love: Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton and the Marriage of the Century,” which Harper is publishing next month.

Kashner and Schoenberger were given access to a cache of never before published love letters from Burton to Taylor — provided by Dame Elizabeth — offering us new insights into the intense relationship between the stars (even after they were divorced – twice!).

The writers do a good job of showing how Taylor and Burton helped to launch the sexual revolution of the 1960s with their flagrant extra-marital affair on the set of “Cleopatra” in Rome in 1962.

It wasn’t that Taylor and Burton were the first celebrities to cheat on their spouses, but they were probably the first movie stars to receive career boosts from an international scandal, proving that things were much different in the early 1960s than they had been just a few years earlier.

The Vatican newspaper denounced the couple for what it termed “erotic vagrancy” but they went on to become the highest paid and most talked-about couple of the decade.

The Burtons also had the power to push Hollywood to grow up with their landmark film “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” (below) in 1966. Based on an Edward Albee play containing foul language never before uttered in a movie, the film led to the creation of the movie rating system which in turn enabled filmmakers to produce late 1960s strictly adult fare such as “Midnight Cowboy.”

Burton gave Taylor more credibility as a dramatic actress and she in turn made it possible for the stage star to become one of the most popular and most respected film stars of the 1960s. The book reminds us of the extraordinary run Burton had during his Taylor years — from “Becket” to “The Spy Who Came In From the Cold” to “Virginia Woolf” to “The Taming of the Shrew.”

Together, the couple dominated the mid-1960s with a series of big box-office movies that included such soapy nonsense as “The V.I.P.s” and “The Sandpiper” as well as the Albee and Shakespeare hits.

Ironically, the couple saw their movie fortunes change quickly with the changing pop culture of the mid-to-late ’60s.

Taylor, in particular, suffered from the emergence of a new sort of female star (and body type). Even though she won her second Oscar, for “Virginia Woolf,” in the spring of 1967, the star’s days were already numbered:

“…Elizabeth was being bested by younger, slimmer, trendier stars such as Vanessa Redgrave and Anouk Aimee, whom she vanquished for the Academy Award, but who embodied the new, bony, androgynous look that Elizabeth would never have. The voluptuous woman as the ultimate film goddess was on her way out.”

Offscreen, the excesses of their relationship also caught up with Burton and Taylor by the end of the decade — years of drinking too much and drugging too much took their toll and by the early 1970s both stars were viewed as icons of another era.

Taylor and Burton might be largely forgotten by today’s core moviegoing audience, but the scandal template they created almost 50 years ago — with their notoriety as hedonists often overwhelming the work they did as actors — is still being used by the supermarket tabloids and the Internet gossip sites.

When pop entertainment stirs up young people

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Adam Rapp is one of our most prolific and challenging young playwrights — and you can never guess where his next play might take you.

“The Metal Children,” which has just opened at the Vineyard Theatre off Union Square in Manhattan, is longer and less structured than some of Rapp’s recent plays, but it deals with a huge cultural issue — what responsibility popular artists should take for the impact of their work on “impressionable” young minds.

The play grows out of Rapp’s own experience with having one of his young adult novels banned in Pennsylvania a few years ago.

In “The Metal Children” — the title is taken from the YA novel that stirs up trouble in a Middle American town — Billy Crudup is a depressed New York writer who would rather not deal with a controversy that is brewing hundreds of miles to the west.

The writer has lost his wife and is living in semi-squalor when the lights go up on the first scene.

The novelist’s loyal agent (David Greenspan – below, terrific as always) is trying to get him to go to the small town to testify at a school board meeting that is being held on the banning of the novel.

“The Metal Children” was written years earlier, did not do particularly well in terms of sales, and is not very fresh in the writer’s mind. But, with the financial support of the agent, our sad anti-hero drives west.

In the town divided by the writer’s work we meet a wide array of characters from those who love the book — to the point of adopting some of its characters’ traits — to those who believe it violates the tenets of their religious beliefs and must be banished.

It is to Rapp’s credit that he gives the critics of “The Metal Children” their say — in a non-patronizing manner — and he shows how some hysterical readers are damaging themselves by using the book as a text on how to behave in real life.

The play studies the often huge gulf between what a writer means to say and how his or her words are interpreted by readers. The Crudup character learns that he has fans who have given his book much more thought than he did when he was putting it together.

“The Metal Children” could benefit from some tightening — and adding a bit more color to a central character who might be a tad too passive for dramatic purposes — but the play is a valuable addition to the “culture wars” that have been raging in this country for the past two decades.

‘The Terrorist’: another terrific post-9/11 espionage novel

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Although some critics feared the end of the Cold War might also mean the end of the modern espionage novel — goodbye John LeCarre! — the post 9/11 world has proven to be fertile ground for novelists.

LeCarre has prospered along with a whole new crew of excellent intelligence community novelists including Alex Berenson and Christopher Reich.

Another case in point is Peter Steiner’s new novel “The Terrorist” (Minotaur Books), which follows a retired (and semi-disgraced) CIA operative in his early 70s — Louis Morgon — who gets drawn back into espionage after a young Algerian friend is wrongly targeted as a U.S. enemy and disappears into the rendition program.

Louis himself was falsely charged with treason by some of his CIA associates and has come to believe his country’s response to 9/11 has been wrong-headed and will probably do nothing to prevent other terrorist attacks.

In addition to the strong supsense plot that will keep you racing through the book’s very economical 216 pages, Steiner’s book is a meditation on the U.S, role in the world in the new century.

The dividing line for spies was pretty clear-cut during the Cold War days — us against the Soviet Union and its allies — but now we are in a murky global situation where our “enemies” are not contained within neat geographical borders.

And the Bush II administration response to 9/11 — invading a country that apparently had no connection to the attack — turned some of America’s allies against us. (The excesses of our government in years past — toppling regimes in places like Chile — could be viewed by the charitable as part of a global fight against Communism and the Soviet Union.)

Steiner has written a clear-eyed book that is unsparing in its criticism of our intelligence system so the book could bring the writer the same false charges of “anti-Americanism” that LeCarre has faced with his recent novels. But from my point of view, it is as “patriotic” to critique government policy as it is to blindly endorse anything that is done in our names.

Through the character of Louis’ young friend, we get one of the most harrowing portraits of the rendition program that has yet been presented in popular fiction. Granted, we know that Steiner’s character is innocent, but the treatment of the boy would scarcely be more palatable if we thought the person might be guilty. It flies in the face of everything we are taught about justice and the assumption of innocence until guilt is proven.

“The Terrorist” is the third in a series of novels Steiner has written about Louis — I can’t wait to go back and read the other two books.

‘New Islands Archipelago’: strange & funny downtown ‘cruise’

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The latest theater piece by The Talking Band — “New Islands Archipelago” by Paul Zimet — is a very engaging mix of zany comedy about cruise ship travel and more serious performance art-style musings on disconnected families and dream logic.

What starts as a fairly broad piece about the search for personal connections on board a cruise ship quickly morphs into something much harder to pin down — a mix of dreams and fantasies bolstered by the wonderful video work of Simon Tarr and the atmospheric sets and lighting by Nic Ularu and Nan Zhang.

As the characters interact — and start to change — the piece becomes more abstract and dream-like. Elements of music and dance are added to the loose plot.

The character of the captain (terrific work by Steven Rattazzi, below), who starts out as a slightly pompous comic figure, goes through the biggest changes in the ensemble. At a party, the captain does a bizarre cross gender stiptease which ends with the revelation that he is half man/half winged sea creature.

The title “New Islands Archipelago” refers to a pyramid scheme that is being peddled on the ship by a suave elderly man named Herman (James Himelsbach). He claims to have real estate tracts on an unspoiled tropical island, which he uses to entice two elderly women on the cruise (Tina Shepard and Ellen Maddow, below, who are both founding members of The Talking Band).

Three charismatic young strangers – crew member Todd D’Amour and passengers Kristine Haruna Lee and Bianca Leigh (above, with D’Amour) — start to wonder if they might be related (in spite of a sexual attraction to each other).

The “show” actually starts in the lobby of the 3LD Art & Technology Center a half-hour before “New Islands Archipelago” is presented in the auditorium. Theatergoers are offered free cruise pictures as they come in (they are emailed to you after the show) and there are a variety of shipboard games to be played, from shuffleboard to miniature golf.

Rattazzi as the captain enters the lobby to welcome the audience to the “cruise” and then you are shown to your seats.

The Talking Band has been doing its avant garde thing in New York City since 1974 — a miracle in the non-commercial theatre — with its early members picking up where Joseph Chaikin’s legendary experimental troupe — the Open Theater — left off.

There is nothing straightforward about “New Islands Archipelago” — and getting to the theater south of the World Trade Center site is an adventure in itself — but even in its most mysterious moments, the show is captivating, thanks to its innovative production elements and an excellent cast.

(For more information, on “New Islands Archipelago,” which is set to run through June 6, go to www.talkingband.org.)

‘Elysiana’: sex, drugs & anxiety fuel 1960s flashback novel

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You can practically smell the salt air, the booze — and the pot smoke — in Chris Knopf’s highly atmospheric noir thriller, “Elysiana” (The Permanent Press), set on the Jersey shore in the summer of 1969.

Knopf who lives in Avon, Connecticut, is the author of a series of detective novels set in the Hamptons, but in the new book he draws on his own experiences as a lifeguard in New Jersey during those lazy, hazy, crazy days of the late 1960s (when baby boomer “hippies” were still in college — or just out — and a few years away from becoming the “Me Generation”).

“Elysiana” is drenched in the atmosphere — and flagrant sex and drug indulging — of a time that now seems as long-vanished as the Jazz Age.

Don’t look to Knopf for mere nostalgia, however, because he takes a clear-eyed look back at the craziness of the teens and 20somethings who were breaking loose from the standards and morals of the “Greatest Generation” who went through World War II and the Eisenhower years working and scrimping to make things better for their kids. (Only to see those children reject almost everything their parents stood for.)

Knopf mixes local color and the period details with a scary view of the intersection of crime with the lifestyles of young people who didn’t spend too much time thinking about where all of the drugs came from or who their sources were dealing with.

“Elysiana” often reminded me of another classic beach noir, Newton Thornburg’s “Cutter & Bone” (made into the film “Cutter’s Way” with Jeff Bridges), which exposed the rot just under the surface of the plush California seaside town of Santa Barbara in the mid-1970s (when the counterculture was beginning to fall apart — at least partially due to all of the drugs that were taken a decade earlier).

Knopf introduces us to almost as many characters as you would find in a Robert Altman film, but our guide through the beach town is the newly arrived hippie girl Gwendalyn Anders, who rolls into town in a bravura opening chapter in which she is just regaining consciousness after ingesting something much stronger than her usual high:

“She wore a Day-Glo red, orange and yellow shift, sunglasses and a gold signature ring. If asked, she’d have difficulty pinpointing the exact time, and the precise manner by which she’d lost her underwear and shoes. Or the exact location of the car she was riding in, since all she’d seen was sky for for the last three days.”

Gwendalyn hauls herself out of the backseat of the car she was hitchhiking in, and decides that Elysiana is as good a place as any in which to get her act together — the fact that summer is just about to start also makes this a more-pleasant-place-than-most to crash.

Knopf follows the girl as she quickly becomes part of the beach town — babysitting for a pushing-middle-age mother who desperately wants to be a part of the sexual revolution she missed in her own teens, and moving in with a great ’60s character, lifeguard Jack Halcyon, who lives in an abandoned hotel he inherited from his family.

The accuracy of these beach town characters — whose lifestyles are now gone with the wind — and the very strong sense of place make “Elysiana” an unusually compelling thriller.

Russell & Megan: hard times for movie stars

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Is Russell Crowe a movie star?

That’s the $15-$20 million question facing any producer who is pondering the idea of hiring the Oscar-winning New Zealand native for his or her next movie.

Crowe might be a “star” in the sense of having enough talent and a large enough screen personality to carry a big mainstream movie, but the dismal opening of “Robin Hood” last weekend is another illustration of his inability to sell tickets in large numbers.

The actor’s last six movies have been financial flops (“Tenderness” in 2009) or serious disappointments (“American Gangster” in 2007). Even worse is the 2006 “A Good Year” which seemed to vanish from the planet within days of its opening.

The sad part about Crowe’s ticket-selling decline is that it hasn’t been due to a decision to make aesthetically adventurous movies that tested the mainstream audience’s patience — the way that Nicole Kidman’s run of fascinating “flops” after “Moulin Rouge” (2001) did. Crowe has been treading the middle of the road since “The Insider” was released 11 years ago.

The fizzle of the expensive “Robin Hood” rehash came during the same week when the Internet was filled with reports that movie stars are no longer considered hot stuff by the people who plan magazine covers.

Vanity Fair has two buff soccer players on its cover this month and the new Vogue features TV actress Blake Lively.

And as far as the supermarket “scandal” magazines go, reality TV stars and talk show hosts appear to interest shoppers more than trashy reports on movie star problems (with the notable exception of the Sandra Bullock-Jesse James break-up).

Another blow last week to the notion of movie actor clout was Paramount’s announcement that it would not be using the highly touted sexpot Megan Fox in the third “Transformers” movie.

Last summer, when the second “Transformers” flick opened Fox was as hot as a pistol — at least in the minds of PR people and men’s magazine editors — but now she’s disposable.

The core moviegoing audience — kids in their teens and early 20s — don’t appear to be that interested in stars. The really big movies, such as “Avatar” and even the two “Iron Man” pictures, are more about technology than personality. Yes, Robert Downey adds some spice to the latter two movies, but I have a hunch they would have been equally successful with another actor in the title role.

Mixing history and kitsch at the last inauguration

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HBO Video recently released an engrossing two-disc DVD set that brings together two days’ worth of the festivities that surrounded the Barack Obama presidential inauguration last year.

The package starts with the controversial invocation speaker Rev. V. Gene Robinson, takes us through the seemingly endless “We Are One” Hollywood extravaganza on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial — with a truly weird mix of speakers and singers ranging from Martin Luther King III to Marisa Tomei — and on to the inaugural address and one of the big parties afterwards (“The Neighborhood Ball”).

It’s a sign of how quickly things change in this ADD culture we live in that it is truly hard to believe it has only been sixteen months since Obama took the oath of office. “The Official Inauguration Celebration” DVD feels like a souvenir from a quickly vanishing era.

Cable news is already discussing the 2012 race in minute detail and whether or not Obama will prove to be a two-term Clinton or a Jimmy Carter-style blip in modern Democratic Party history.

Obama and his wife Michelle glide through the two DVDs looking like the classiest act in town while all around them people are trying to turn their historic moment into a cheesy TV special.

The show on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial has a few moments of true artistry that you could say represent the country’s show business community at its best — Bruce Springsteen and Renee Fleming are terrific — but the speeches by Tomei and Denzel Washington and Tom Hanks et al give the event the hot-air feeling of an Oscar telecast.

Disc Two begins with Obama’s stirring inauguration address — the real historical keepsake in the package — a moment that seemed to mark a change in the political culture before partisan business-as-usual quickly returned to the District of Columbia.

“The Neighborhood Ball” section of the DVD gives us a chance to wallow in Planet Show Biz at its worst — an attempt to turn a party celebrating Obama’s triumphant moment into a Dick Clark New Year’s Eve countdown show, where stars like Beyonce keep trying to upstage the President of the United States.

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