Monthly Archives: February 2014

Don’t tell anyone, but I hate King Cake

Around this time of year (actually for the entire period between Epiphany and Fat Tuesday), residents of New Orleans go mad for King Cake. Imagine a dense, dinner plate-sized cinnamon bun injected full of gooey substances like cream cheese and chocolate pudding and loaded up with fistfuls of colored crystalized sugar and a dead baby. […]

Radical, dude

One of my classes this semester bears the title Radical Theatre. So far, we have studied Mac Wellman’s 7 Blowjobs, Alfred Jarry’s Ubu Roi, Dutchman by Amiri Baraka (né LeRoi Jones) and the choreopoem for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf by Ntozake Shange. Each embraces the term in a different way: Wellman using form […]

The Unbearable Opacity of Christopher

Another Marlowe play is on the reading list. This time it’s The Jew of Malta. In this play, Barabas, a rich Jew living on the island of Malta has his wealth confiscated by the governor, and he avenges himself against the Christian leaders, only to end up double-crossed and eventually dead. In modern parlance, the treatment […]

Decoding Oscar

I’m directing a scene from Oliver Goldsmith’s She Stoops to Conquer for a class this semester, and I wanted to find a slightly different example of some aristocratic humor to show to the actors. I chose the opening scene in The Importance of Being Earnest, where Algernon and his butler, Lane, have a hilarious deadpan exchange on […]

What’s up with Christopher Marlowe?

The official title of Marlowe’s dealing with the Faust legend is The Tragicall History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus. It is based on legends circulating at the time, in which Faust makes a pact with the devil and sells his soul for power, riches, and general debauchery. When the time comes for Lucifer to […]

My Heart Belongs to Daddy

I just saw a performance of Sarah Ruhl’s Eurydice, and I was struck how much the key relationship in her re-telling of the story is not one of husband and wife, but of father and daughter. In fact, given the period referenced in the piece (via musical reference to I’ve Got Rhythm and Don’t Sit Under the […]