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A Jim Catapano Review: The Iphigeniamachine Rages Against the Neverending Atrocities of the Patriarchy

Girl Interrupted, a World Deconstructed

“Where’s the girl to save us all?”

The walls that surround us are covered with torn book pages. A stuffed animal sits in the center of the stage. To the side is a screen with the title of the play, but it is soon to be filled with the images of war. As described by the production, we are in a “technofeudal, post-apocalyptic ice age.”

Iphigenia (playwright Mackenzie Robin Krestul) emerges out of the darkness, joined by a chorus (Quinn Andrews, Kaitlyn Rose RaBocse, Sam Hardy). They giggle joyfully together and play with children’s letter blocks on the floor. The serene scene gives way to the arrival of the warrior Agamemnon (Travis Bergmann), Iphiginia’s father, who is seen asking ChatGPT for advice—plunging us unsettingly into the darkness of the here and now. “King Artemis is holding up all our ships because she is angry I killed her deer,” he explains to the machine. “The soldiers are pissed and we all want to get back to fighting. What do I do?”

“Sure, I can help with that!” responds the chillingly cheery AI. “…If you want your ships to sail, you must sacrifice your daughter on the altar.”

Thus begins a stunning production that takes the text of the Euripedes’ original tragedy Iphigenia in Aulis and deconstructs it through a powerful postmodern lens, shining a black light at the heart of the problem that has plagued the world ever since humans crawled out of the muck and learned to walk and talk, and eventually to wage war.

“Imagine embarking on a journey through a tapestry of ships sailing across the sea,” continues the joyful but soulless computer simulation. “Think about the vibrant and bustling community you’ll burn to the ground! A circle of blood…the cries of women, young girls, children sobbing, eyes bloodshot, choking on the crimson dust that clogs the air.”

Before long we witness Agamemnon literally pleasuring himself to the war footage that is shown on the TV, in a lengthy sequence that is wordless but speaks volumes about man’s fetish for war and history of bloodshed and oppression.

“One burning desire driving this machine of war,” chants the chorus.

“Why do bad things always happen to men?” Agamemnon whines following his self-exploration.

“It’s worth noting that men are the primary protectors of our entire world!” chimes ChatGPt gleefully, reminding him that his daughter must both symbolically and literally die for the greater glory.

Cadence Lamb provides remarkable support as the “motherwife” Clytemnestra. “No one fights fiercer than a mother for her children,” she proclaims, reminding Iphigenia of the 27 hours she spent in labor, and of her daughter’s own “biological imperative.”

“You have to fulfill your duty as a woman,” she insists, echoing the creepy cheeriness of the AI. “Like me, and my mom, her mom, her mom…” she goes on and on and on, as if reaching back to the beginnings of our society’s hegemonic discourse. Her advice to the soon-to-be-wed Iphigenia to “hold still until it’s over,” speaks chilling volumes about a woman’s role in the world as far as the patriarchy is concerned.

The production, directed impeccably by Harrison Campbell, is masterful, with a startling 4th wall break late in the show that puts the audience at the edge of their seats. This electric sequence is anchored by an incredible performance from Hardy, embodying the latest threat to civilization, which we heard earlier in the play giving Agamemnon horrific advice. The deconstruction of the original Euripedes story is then mirrored by an actual destruction of the impressive set. Kudos to Emily McManus for her terrific puppeteering of the “deer” we meet mid-play, who is so expressive that they feel like another living character (and wonderfully designed by Annie McGowan).

“Were you snatched from your mother too?” asks Iphigenia of the elegant creature. “There’s a handprint on your flank, but your eyes are blank. Are mine?”

Iphigenia recognizes that she’s speaking to a puppet. “I’m one too!” she announces. “I play the girl on the gallows. She’s been hiding since the dawn of time. From the corner of the sky, she sees…everything.” Iphigenia encourages the deer to escape the fate that has been handed to both of them. “You can leave…abandon your role. Travel the path through the dark and the heat where a light stands waiting. All you have to do…is drop the sticks.” And the puppet pulls free of the puppeteer.

Writer Krestul has pulled no punches whatsoever in holding up a mirror to the uncomfortable truth of who we are as a society and how little we’ve evolved. In addition to her sharp, biting, poetic, and extremely powerful crafting of the story and its dialogue, she also gives a stunning performance in the role of our tragic hero. Her voice and artistry are exactly what we need right now.

The Iphigeniamachine was performed at The American Theatre of Actors in May 2026.

Jim Catapano Wishes for Many Beautiful Hours at “Birthday Candles”

Noah Haidle’s Moving Masterpiece Birthday Candles is Beautifully Realized by the Lighthouse Repertory Theatre Company

Ernestine Ashworth celebrates her 17th birthday with her mom Alice (Alissa Wexler) as per family tradition—a homemade birthday cake. In between anxiously wondering about her place in the universe, she excitedly recruits Alice in helping her rehearse for her school’s production of “Queen” Lear, and then takes an annual turn at the height chart next to the front door of their Grand Rapids, Michigan home. That height chart will be filled with names we’ll get to know over the next century, and we’ll spend pivotal moments of those years with Ernestine and family, but always accompanied by the unseen but always felt antagonist of Birthday Candles: Time.

The idea for Birthday Candles came to Noah Haidle after his friend’s eight-year-old daughter asked her mom if she thought she had wasted her life. That question is also Ernestine’s first line, directed at herself, and thus a profound question from a child led to a profound play.

We get to spend Ernestine’s birthday with her over the course of 90 years; every year she bakes that same cake, and is accompanied by a version of her goldfish Atman (Sanskrit for “essence,”) always sitting in a bowl on the kitchen table. It is noted that goldfish only have 3 seconds of memory before they “start over”, and the other characters wonder if Atman is better off that way, as the years and the memories wear them down.

Kami Crary gives a magnificent performance as Ernestine Ashworth, whose life spans “one hundred years and ninety minutes concurrently.” With no makeup and only very slight costume changes, Crary embodies Ernestine at 17 and 107 and everything in between so convincingly it’s astonishing. Her castmates complement her wonderfully, going on their own life journeys filled with both sadness and joy, sometimes in the same scene.

The 17-year-old Ernestine is aggressively but charmingly courted by Kenneth (usually played by Kevin Russo, but in this performance played by producer Tony Chiofalo, in a stellar “one-night-only” turn). However, she instead marries Matt (Rian Romeo), and they have many happy years together until tragedy leads to a devastating betrayal. But, it also means that Kenneth may have a chance with Ernestine after all, if he waits long enough…

An ominous tickling clock accompanies blackouts that depict time moving forward. Sometimes the scene is brief and humorous (like when Ernestine’s daughter goes from College Senior to College Graduate to Unpaid Intern in a matter of real-life seconds, or when Matt is seen to give Ernestine the same gift three birthdays in a row). But sometimes the circumstances are heartwrenching (one short scene is just of the characters sobbing). Most scenes are longer, depicting poignant life-changing turning points. The fact that Ernestine lives for over a century means that tremendous sadness and loss are inevitable, and this casts a backwards shadow over the events of her life, even the happier ones. Ernestine is determined to keep her loved ones alive through her rituals, even if it means breaking into the house that she no longer lives in to bake that cake one more time, a full century after the tradition began—much to the chagrin of new owner Beth (Julie Lorson) and to the amusement of Beth’s domestic partner John (played by Chiofalo). “Ernestine: Age Eternity,” she introduces herself with pride.

Shea James plays Ernestine and Matt’s daughter Madeline (Maddy), who later wishes to be called Athena, and finally “Anonymous.” She is a troubled soul who is existentially perceptive, lending a perspective that complements the transitory nature of life that the play so keenly demonstrates. Stephen Anastasia is Billy, who rebelliously criticizes his parents for settling and selling out, only to have the same charges leveled at him by his own daughter Alex (Stephanie Curley) decades later. Billy is a musician who is heard practicing the Beatles’ “Let It Be” (a fitting song for this play), and his rendition gets better and better over the years. Liz Spencer is hilarious as Billie’s girlfriend (and later wife) Joan, an anxious person who berates herself in the third person after every faux pas. Amanda Luong and Glenn McKay are Ernestine’s grandchildren Ernie and William, seen rehearsing “Queen” Lear decades after their grandma’s initial triumph.

Birthday Candles is a heartbreaker for the ages, but also incredibly funny; and it is a stunning celebration of all that matters, and a reminder that a life well lived and full of love is worth the tears. To paraphrase Ernestine, let’s all make a wish for “so many beautiful hours.”

Birthday Candles is directed with finesse and poignancy by Kate Russo. It is performed at the Merrick Theatre and Center for the Arts through June 29, 2025. The production benefits Birthday Wishes of Long Island, whose mission is to improve and empower the lives of homeless children and their families. To learn more, visit birthdaywishes.org.

The Wit and Wisdom of Felipe Luz as written by Jim Catapano

An Up-and-Coming Cabaret Star Looks at Life, Love, Lust, and Everything Else That Happens Under the Covers

“As tempting as it is, please refrain from opening your dating apps during this show,” requests Felipe Luz in a voiceover at the beginning of their show, dubbed “Men Are Trash and I’m a Raccoon.”

Luckily, Luz is too engaging for that to be a concern. They’re not performing in a one-person show; They are a one-person show.

Luz is a Manhattanite who pursued an MFA in Acting at Ohio University (where they recently brought their show). They are a self-described “Brazilian multi-hyphenate and teaching artist” who believes “we should all live our lives as works of art.” And they are fulfilling this 100 percent in their ongoing theatrical journey, where they regale the crowd with persona life stories and lessons—with plenty of laughs along the way.

A stage is set with Japanese byōbu screens flanking a semi-dressed mannequin behind a makeup mirror and table, and a satin-sheeted bed. Luz emerges, a lighthouse beacon coming to rescue us from our denial of how modern life works (or doesn’t).

“How much will people put themselves into boxes only to get laid?” they observe. “Isn’t Grindr the LinkedIn of Sex”? And thus, the tone is set, and it’s lots of Truth and implied Dare. Luz proceeds to lay down the ground rules that must be followed if anyone wants their attention—no sex with idiots, no politics, no questions asked—while acknowledging that all those rules get dropped if Luz is feeling “super-horny.”

Luz’s honesty is refreshing and hilarious, and we laugh as they shine the spotlight back on us, urging us to consider our own motives in life and love. The show is filled with Luz’s astute observations and revelations; they admit they’ve always been a
“manic pixie dream boy,” who often exists solely as a “plot device” for people to learn about themselves before they move on to someone else (a stunning realization that surely hits home for many of us).

Lux is the kind of performer who holds your attention from beginning to end (an end that arrives too soon and leaves the audience wanting more). Their storytelling is rich and poignant, peppered with hilarity and familiarity, emotion and vulnerability. A relationship begins, addictions are addressed and conquered, feelings increase and diminish, restlessness and doubt creep in, and a wondering of what else is out there leads to growing apart and finally, a breakup.

“I’ll be forever grateful to you for showing me that I deserve love,” Luz says to their unseen former partner in a bittersweet, teary moment. Then the mood changes, as Luz, jumping excitedly on the bed, announces a plan to message all the boys they’ve ever dated and call them out— “just for the drama!”

Social media, and its impact on modern dating, gets a turn under Luz’ powerful microscope. In a nutshell, they observe that our addiction to checking on people from our past online means we can never truly turn the page and free ourselves, and our former objects of affection know this. “I’ll start dating someone else in two weeks, and they won’t even be that pretty, and you’ll wonder what’s wrong with you!” Luz proclaims to a past paramour (another shot to the heart).

It’s then that a true shot to the heart is delivered. “We’re always waiting for someone, so we don’t want to get too attached, because there might be someone better waiting around the next corner.” Luz knows themself—and us—very well.

“Men Are Trash and I’m a Racoon” recently ran at Brooklyn’s The Rat, and further NYC shows are coming this year. Follow Felipe on Instagram at @letherebefelipeluz to see what they do next (and where you can see them do it!).