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Archive for February, 2012

‘Assistance’: young New Yorkers working for a boss from hell

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Leslye Headland scored a hit at Second Stage two years ago with her viciously funny comedy, “Bachelorette,” and now she is back at a different Manhattan venue — Playwrights Horizons — with another strong black comedy, “Assistance.”

The new show is about a group of young New Yorkers who work in the office of a businessman who is notorious for his mistreatment of underlings. All of the characters we meet work as assistants — or assistant to the first assistant — and they are all angling to “move across the hall” to an executive position.

Before she turned to playwriting, Headland did time as an assistant to the movie mogul Harvey Weinstein, so the play has a bit of a “Devil Wears Prada” revenge fantasy aura around it.

The entertainment industry is so famous for screaming bosses, however, that what happens in “Assistance” would probably hold true for the workers in other downtown Manhattan offices (for a while, on theater chatboards, people who didn’t know about Headland’s connection with Weinstein assumed the boss in the play was meant to be another famously temperamental movie magnate, Scott Rudin).

The roman a clef aspect of Headland’s play has given it a higher media profile, but what she has to say about the workplace will probably resonate with anyone who has ever worked in an office for a domineering boss.

The characters in “Asisstance” are always one shrieking phone call from being fired — or finally working up the nerve to quit — but the promise of a promotion that will take them away from being at the top man’s beck and call keeps Nick (Michael Esper), Nora (Virginia Kull), Vince (Lucas Near-Verbrugghe), Heather (Sue Jean Kim), Jenny (Amy Rosoff) and Justin (Bobby Steggert) in place.

The characters in the comedy gain an extra edge of desperation from the current job market — quitting in a huff is no longer an option for most wage slaves no matter how terrible their jobs might get.

Headland keeps the boss offstage for the whole play, but we are on the other end of phone call after phone call so that we come to share the characters’ dread of the man’s next insane demand.

Michael Esper and Virginia Kull (above) get the most stage time because of a subplot about their sexual chemistry. Each of these actors works wonders with their phone scenes. Watching the changing expressions on the faces of Kull and Esper (especially the shock of being explosively told off) tells us everything we need to know about the man on the other end of the line.

Amy Rosoff (right) shows up fairly late in the play as the ambitious Brit Jenny. She thinks the other assistants are taking their abuse too personally, but the pressure builds up in her too, and she gets to explode in the final moments in an impromptu dance number that threatens to bring down the office (as it brings down the house).

“Assistance” delivers a fast (85 minutes) and furious jolt of smart contemporary comedy that should have a long life after Playwrights Horizons.

‘February House’: when artists try to live together

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A fresh new musical “February House” opened at Long Wharf Theatre last week, where it is set to run through March 18, before moving on to The Public Theater in Manhattan.

In an age when Broadway musical producers too often recycle old material or shop around for a movie that can be turned into a stage show, it’s exciting to see a musical that’s an original, both in terms of its subject matter and its execution.

The show is a moving and funny, plot-driven piece based on the real story of what happened in 1940-41 when New York magazine editor George Davis rented a large house in Brooklyn Heights and asked some of his up-and-coming artist friends to take rooms in the place.

Davis’ friends included Carson McCullers before she wrote “Member of the Wedding” and “The Heart is a Lonely Hunter”; the English composer composer Benjamin Britten before “Peter Grimes” and other operas made him famous; and the great British poet W.H. Auden.

Adding some show business spice to the set-up — and some much needed rent and utility money — was the brainy stripper and vaudeville performer Gypsy Rose Lee who was determined to write a novel.

“February House” is a period piece but the portrait of unconventional young artists trying to make a new family for themselves has a timeless feeling — what the characters in the musical are trying to achieve is the same thing that brings hundreds (thousands?) of ambitious artists to the city every year.

Watching these bohemians try to balance their creative aspirations with the sort of sexual liberation they couldn’t find back home, I was put in mind of two other odes to non-conformist artist communes — John Cameron Mitchell’s film “Shortbus” and the Armistead Maupin “Tales of the City” novels (and their fine TV dramatizations).

The very elements that bring idealistic artists together can tear them apart very quickly — running a big house cooperatively can get in the way of the individualistic impulses that fuel creativity (there’s a reason many artists have lived in squalid garrets over the centuries).

“February House” implies that the unconventional living arrangements in Brooklyn helped to fuel the work that McCullers and the others did in the years after they left. Davis might have been the spark that lit many fires under these young people.

The book by Seth Bockley and the music and lyrics by Gabriel Kahane don’t seem to owe much to other musical theater artists — for once, it is pointless to cite Stephen Sondheim or any other musical theater “star” as an obvious influence on a new show. Like their characters, Bockley and Kahane are trying to do something new with an old form — the music is a lovely mixture of folk, pop and, yes, traditional show tunes, that is always engagingly melodic.

The powers that be at Long Wharf made the wise decision to put “February House” in their very snug, smaller space — Stage II — rather than on the mainstage. The intimacy deepens our relationship with the striving artists in Brooklyn all those years ago.

“Feburary House” is often as funny as it is touching. There’s a delicious joke at the center of the story — out of all the artists, only Gypsy Rose Lee was able to buckle down and complete a project, the best-selling mystery novel, “The G-String Murders.”

The company of actors is outstanding, with Julian Fleisher as George Davis acting as the narrator and ringleader, and the others forming a seamless ensemble.

It’s hard to believe that “February House” won’t find a large and appreciative audience in New York in the spring, so I strongly urge you to head to Long Wharf before March 18.

Surprises will be in short supply at the Oscars Sunday night

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The Super Bowl of the entertainment industry, the Oscar Awards telecast has been sagging in the ratings in recent years because even hard-core movie fans have come to see it as the tail-end of months of speculation, campaigning and countless preliminary awards.

When I was a kid back in the Jurassic age — pre-cable, pre-VCR/DVD, pre-Internet — the Oscar show was just about the only TV show of the 1960s and 1970s that celebrated movies, so it was the only place a home viewer could see stars like Rex Harrison, Julie Christie, and Rod Steiger on the small screen, as well as clips from the movies for which they were being honored.

The Academy Awards hasn’t sunk as low as the Miss America Pageant in terms of TV watching — yet! — but how can you get really excited about another self-aggrandizing Hollywood celebration after you’ve seen the Golden Globes, the SAG Awards and even the satellite transmission of the British Academy Awards?

In the old days, there were more surprises on Oscar night for TV viewers because nobody outside show business paid much attention to the advance campaigning or the fewer number of preliminary awards that existed then.

Because there are so many indicators of who will win the Oscars now, it isn’t easy to get excited by seeing Star X pick up his or her fourth or fifth award in the space of two months.

I love Christopher Plummer and am thrilled that he is finally in a position to win a gold statuette but he has already been showered with honors — deservedly — for his work on “Beginners.” There won’t be much drama in the opening of the envelope for best supporting actor Sunday night unless Plummer does not win.

Sorry folks, but because of the way the lead-up to the Oscars has changed, I will have to follow the pack in forecasting the top six categories below:

Best picture: “The Artist”

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Although there has been a sizeable backlash against this charming French-produced homage to the last days of the silent movie, you can place a very safe bet on the final award to be handed out Sunday night.

“The Artist” has won best picture honors in a wide variety of preliminary events — from the New York Film Critics Circle to the British Academy Awards — and it has no really strong competition in a 9-film race.

Last year, a great movie was in contention, “The Social Network,” so many people hoped it would manage to beat front-runner “The King’s Speech” based on quality alone (and the fact that it was a sizeable commercial success, too).

There is no “Social Network” equivalent in the 2012 best picture category — I would probably pick “The Descendants” if I was an Oscar voter — so I don’t think there will be as much grumbling when “The Artist” wins.

Best directing: Michel Hazavanicius for “The Artist”

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A few weeks ago, the Directors Guild of America gave its top prize to the French filmmaker and if a long-standing tradition holds, that means he will win the directing Oscar.

In most years, the directing and best picture Oscars go to the same film, another indicator that “The Artist” will be this yeer’s big winner.

The Academy voters have occasionally split the two prizes — in 2005, Ang Lee was honored for his direction of “Brokeback Mountain” while the best picture honors went to “Crash” — but that seems unlikely this year.

Michel Hazavanicius will be among the very few European directors to win an Oscar for a foreign production — an honor never achieved by Ingmar Bergman or Federico Fellini (both of whom were nominated but never won).

Best actor: Jean Dujardin for “The Artist”

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As the terrific Oscar handicapper and historian Mark Harris has pointed out on his “Oscarmetrics” blog (the best and most informed writing to be found on the subject) George Clooney was the frontrunner in this race (for “The Descendants”) as 2011 wound down.

Then, the momentum of “The Artist” began to pick up and the charming Dujardin appeared at a number of New York and Hollywood functions — televised and un-televised — and personally charmed industry people.

Dujardin’s support grew, no doubt, as more people saw “The Artist” after it started to gather prizes. He is terrific in the movie, giving a performance that is all the more impressive without the crutch of spoken dialogue.

Mark Harris cites Clooney as a strong dark horse winner but also predicted that Dujardin would get the Oscar.

I hope a win for the French star will focus more attention on the two James Bond spoofs he did with Hazavanicius before they did “The Artist” — “OSS 117: Cairo, Nest of Spies” and “OSS 117: Lost in Rio.” Dujardin’s work in the first film brought him a Cesar nomination for best actor — the French equivalent of the Oscar.

My opinion on this race is clouded by the fact that a better example of 2011 acting than any of the five nominated performances was overlooked by the Academy — Michael Fassbender in “Shame.”

Best actress: Viola Davis for “The Help”

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Although Viola Davis is considered the front-runner for best actress, most forecasters see Meryl Streep as a very possible winner for “The Iron Lady.”

Streep is the most respected actress in Hollywood for the peerless high quality of the work she has been doing in film since 1978 (when she received her first nomination for “The Deer Hunter”).

Streep was honored twice early on in her career — in the supporting actress category for “Kramer Vs. Kramer” in 1979 and then in the best actress category for “Sophie’s Choice” in 1982. The Weinstein Company has waged a long and hard campaign for Streep’s work as Margaret Thatcher, including several advertising campaign reminders that the actress has not won an Oscar in 20 years (while setting an all-time record for the most nominations).

I think that if the movie surrounding Streep was better she would have been a shoo-in, but “The Iron Lady” has been widely attacked for its flimsy approach to the life and times of one of the most powerful women of the 20th century.

However, Streep is in a similar position now to that of Katharine Hepburn in 1967 when that elder stateswoman was given her first Oscar in more than two decades for “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” despite strong competition from Faye Dunaway in “Bonnie & Clyde” and Anne Bancroft for “The Graduate.”

Hepburn was 60 in 1967, Streep is 62.

Best supporting actor: Christopher Plummer for ‘Beginners’

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If Mr. Plummer’s name is not announced Sunday night, you will hear the loudest gasp since another veteran front-runner — Lauren Bacall — lost to upstart Juliette Binoche in the 1996 race.

Plummer has even more momentum than Bacall did 16 years ago because she did not sweep the preliminary awards ceremonies that year.

I wish there was a way that one of my all-time favorites Max Von Sydow could win an Oscar, too, but he was in a bum movie (“Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”) that many people could not bring themselves to see.

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