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The Bees Still Can’t Help Themselves! says Jim Catapano
Douglas Carter Beane’s 90s Classic As Bees In Honey Drown Gets a Masterful Revival
“Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood,” is a famous quote attributed to the 20th Century Greek writer Nikos Kazantzakis. He recognized the danger of wanting too much, the trap that is set for us by our own unquenchable desires. Douglas Carter Beane took this fact of life and fashioned As Bees In Honey Drown, an astute and incredibly witty play that takes a brutal look at the fame game and how seduction can lead us down a dark path, and eventually destroy us. The Modern Classics Theatre Company has brought this masterwork roaring into the (new) 20s with panache and a sterling cast.
New York City con artist Alexa Vere de Vere (Christina O’ Shea), the villain of As Bees in Honey Drown, recognizes the power of the “honey” that is fame and fortune, and makes a living out of exploiting those who hunger for it. Alexa is a force of nature, a narcissistic socialite in designer dresses who sports an Uma Thurman Pulp Fiction-style black bob and an air of being the most important person at the party. She claims a thousand connections and drops a name at every opportunity, in an exotic, unplaceable accent rivaling that of Kathleen Turner (as she freely points out). As her story unfolds we learn that she is both Frankenstein, and the monster. The latest bee in her honey pot, Evan Wyler (Peter Konsevich), is a writer on the cusp of fame. At a magazine photoshoot for his upcoming book he is convinced by the photographer to pose without a shirt, and this gets Alexa’s attention, outing him as a person desperate for success. She seduces her prey with promises of fortune and glory—convincing him that she is the one who can take him to the top. They dine, they banter, they party, and he foots the bills. She even gets the openly gay Evan to fall for her: Just when it seems like Alexa’s pretentious phoniness is getting too obvious, she “humanizes” herself with a tragic backstory that’s really too “bad” to be true, but reels Evan in anyway. “I love you,” he proclaims at her weepy suggestion that she is unlovable. Before long he is down thousands of dollars, alone, still not famous, and desperate to get revenge—or so he says. Does he hate Alexa, or is he still infatuated?
O’Shea gives a powerhouse performance as the conniving Alexa. She is at turns over-the-top, hilarious, irresistible, and even at times almost sympathetic, and it all comes together brilliantly. When Evan finds artist Mike (Kevin Russo), Alexa’s overall-clad ex-partner and the focus of her tallest tale, we see in a flashback that he was the first victim of her crime spree. (She even chillingly calls him “lamb” before their falling out, just as she would later dub Evan.) As with Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, this compelling prequel shows us how the “Alexa” persona came to be, down to the accent and the bizarre surname, and O’Shea is remarkable portraying the ordinary girl behind the curtain who slowly morphs into the supervillain.
Konsevich is sympathetic and very funny as the befuddled, relatable Evan. Brian DiRaimondo, Julie Lorson, and Ronni Schweitzer round out the cast wonderfully in multiple roles, including several of the other bees caught in Alexa’s honey whom Evan calls on in his plan to get even. It all makes for an entertaining and faithful rendering of Keane’s clever classic, a cautionary tale that is all the more relevant in this modern age of Social Media, Influencers, and the “almost famous” who will do anything to get to the top of the search engine.
As Bees in Honey Drown is deftly directed by Tarmo Kirsimäe. It runs through June 1 at the Bacca Arts Center in Lindenhurst, Long Island. For more information, go to https://modernclassicsli.booktix.com/dept/main/e/Bees
Jim Catapano is seeing double: two shows at the ATA
The Oddest of Couples: Meny Beriri Brings Two Witty and Insightful Character Studies to the ATA
Opposites may attract, but they also repel pretty quickly too, as Meny Beriri observes in his two new one-act pieces, Smoking Kills and SKU. They complement each other perfectly as each is a look at two sets of people struggling to get on the same page. Each pairing features one cynic, and one hopeless romantic; one cautious, and the other free-spirited; one level-headed, and the other obsessive; one grounded in reality, and the other in Hallmark movie-land. Both plays take place in a post-pandemic world, which informs the approaches to life of all the characters—it’s basically “Let’s Form a Connection” vs. “Leave Me Be.”
SKU: “We’ll always have Paris Baguette!”
Alex (Gordon Rothman) and Melanie (Stacey Petricha) are fresh from their memorable date at the aforementioned bakery/café, and are now meeting at a restaurant to keep the fire burning over Indian food. Melanie is a retired nurse, and happy to be independent and free of responsibility. “We’re not heroes,” dismisses Melanie, who sees her nursing career as having been just a stressful gig. Alex, in contrast, is a high-school social studies teacher so in love with his job that he has convinced himself that every day is as meaningful as Dead Poets Society. He’s a passionate soul who fixates on something and won’t let it go; he’s an hour late to the second date, blaming it on his obsession over obtaining a certain stapler missing the SKU of the title. (It stands for “Stock Keeping Unit”, which stores use to identify products in their inventory.) He then goes on a tangent about Star Trek (The episode “The Doomsday Machine,” to be appropriately specific), and his quest to discover the identity of the actor who walked in front of Kirk in one pivotal scene. Melanie is life-loving as well, but in a fiercely independent way. She doesn’t see constant companionship as the key to happiness—to her, it’s by and large an obstacle.
“You still need other people,” argues Alex. “But you can’t depend on them for happiness!” Melanie fires back.
She stays polite, but her demeanor begins to indicate that the Paris Baguette encounter should maybe have been a one-and-done. Alex, however, has decided after one date and a half that Melanie is his soul mate.
“You think we share a soul?” she scoffs. “From what I remember, that’s not how reincarnation works!” But Alex is unrelenting—he announces he wants to travel the world with the sudden love of his life, and Melanie recoils in horror; to her, that basically echoes the title of the very first episode of Star Trek: “The Cage”.
While perfectly depicting the clashing of their characters, the actors have tremendous chemistry and make the script sing. Petricha and Rothman are supported by Samiha Ahmed, the waitress who has a god’s eye-view of the quickly crumbling romance. Though things go south fast for Alex and Melanie’s connection, they do so humorously, and the theme of incompatibility lands while never feeling tragic or even at all downbeat; Alex lands on his passionate feet, in a very funny resolution.
Smoking Kills opens to the sounds of the Odd Couple theme, lampshading the relationship between the youthful and exuberant Emily (Julianne Lorndale) and her roommate/landlord, the older, warier Jane (Leia Martin).
An Oklahoma transplant, Emily returns to their NYC apartment gushing over her date with “Harold”, who took her to the exotic Avenue D and then on a romantic trip on the Staten Island Ferry. Emily compares it to Casablanca, which she recently discovered. Jean smells cigarettes on Emily—the extremely potent Marlboro Reds, to be exact—and is disgusted. Emily admits she smoked one of Harold’s ciggies in the heat of the moment, and still has the pack. Jean is triggered due to the 6-pack a day habit she once had as a teen, and warns Emily of the evils of the addiction, and of a lot of other dangers in life that Emily seems blissfully unaware of—such as the antibiotic filled Jumbo Shrimp she consumed at dinner. Jean invokes the “my house, my rules” clause, escalating the confrontation between the two, and leading to an explosive, violent-but-comical climax. As with SKU, a potentially traumatic conclusion is handled humorously, and again with the perfect final moment. Martin and Lorndale realize this modern-day Felix and Oscar beautifully, playing off each other with deftness and expertly serving the witty material.
These two delightful one-acts are a testament to Beriri’s ability to take the sad reality of the failed connections that plague life in the post-pandemic 2020s, and imbue them with a compassionate touch and knowing sense of humor that is refreshing, and somehow even healing.
SKU is directed by Meny Beriro; Smoking Kills is directed by Ginger Kipps. They are featured together at the American Theatre of Actors through December 8, 2024.
High Praise from Jim Catapano for SKYSCRAPER
The Skyscraper Rises Again
The 1960s Broadway Musical Is Gloriously Revived for the First Time.
The determined and spirited Georgina Allerton has two goals—to make her antique shop a success, and to save her Rutherford B. Hayes-era Manhattan brownstone from getting bulldozed in favor of the titular modern marvel. But she’s also a hopeless romantic, and her forays into flights of fancy threaten to impede her success in the real world, in a time when women had to fight to be seen and heard.
Skyscraper is the creation of legends James Van Heusen (music), Sammy Cahn (lyrics), and Peter Stone (book), based on the play Dream Girl by Elmer Rice. Today it is reborn, in its first-ever revival, as a vibrant production that blows welcome fresh air and a dose of cheer into uncertain modern times.
In the role originated by Julie Harris in 1965, Rachel Lauren James shines as Georgina, anchoring the show with a magnetic central performance. The shop owner fights/flirts with contractor Tim Bushman (Travis Murad Leland), who is competing with his brother Bert (Jeff Raab) to see which of the two can persuade Georgina to sell her property to make way for their towering behemoth (and its fittingly garish, pimply design). Tim, who has been spying on Georgina with a telescope (making him “a peeping Tim” as it is noted), takes a genuine liking to her, even as he conspires to cajole her for the sake of business.
Georgina also must battle the common, dismissive perception of her, which is either as “that stupid woman next door” or “the girl with the sensational legs and thighs.” Complicating things further is Georgina’s own vivid imagination, which propels her at inopportune moments to disappear into a dreamworld where she is romanced by her assistant Roger (Brian C. Veith.) “Everyone daydreams, it’s part of the human condition!” protests Georgina, oblivious to how much it is interfering with her life
(“Occasional Flights of Fancy”). The dream sequences are delightful as Georgina conjures up moments and dialogue from Gone with The Wind, and forays into Parisian-style passion.
Katryna Marttala excels as Stanley, tough-talking head of the construction crew, who leads them in singing “Local Four Oh Three.” Adding comic flair are Sydney Michele Castiglione as Georgina’s pestering but well-meaning mother, Shea Pender as her “can’t-be-bothered” father, and Abby Scalici as her “still-single” sister Charlotte.
As crafted by the masters, the songs are expectedly joyful and memorable, and the dance sequences beautifully crafted by director and choreographer Avital Asuleen, and guided by ensemble member Katherine Winter as Dance Captain. (Among the stunning sequences is a winning tap dance number.) “Haute Couture” is a particularly fun set piece, with the guys and gals singing the praises of 60s fashion and flair in their thick NYC accents.
The song and dance sequences, combined with the witty book, perfectly recreate the playful fun of early 60s Broadway while being an overall love letter to the theater and to New York City. The costumes by Michael O’ Herron are suitably bright, from the orange hats of the building construction workers, to the red, pink and green coats, shirts, and dresses of the ensemble at large. The inventive set design by Hannah Tarr beautifully brings it all together.
This newly built Skyscraper is a triumph for the actors and creative team, and it makes for the perfect, refreshing theatrical escape of the season.
Skyscraper is presented at Urban Stages through November 17, 2024.
Jim Catapano explores the 21st Century Dating Scene with his review of “He’s Different”
Love Will Find You
He’s Different Takes a Witty and Insightful Look at Contemporary Dating
“It was just a party…a normal Halloween party, smack in the middle of Bushwick, when everything changed.”
So proclaims Liv, a contemporary dancer, who toasts the holiday with her roommate Naomi as the intriguing tale of He’s Different unfolds.
The two friends watch the costumed revelers, scoping for someone worth flirting with like they’re picking lobsters from a tank. (Their choices this evening include Scooby-Doo and Jeffrey Dahmer.)
“I haven’t had sex in six months!” laments a frustrated Naomi. She is overheard and approached by Hugh, resplendent in a boat captain’s hat, silk red robe, and conspicuously zero pants—the walking example of everything the women don’t want.
Liv is also single and adrift, noting that “most men are trash.” She’s holding out for someone suitably enlightened, feminist—and dare we say, woke. “All these guys are cute, but most of them probably don’t know the difference between Greta Thunberg and Greta Gerwig,” she observes. She points out a new arrival to the party, Travis, as a likely example. “How do I know that he wouldn’t skip our wedding for a football game?”
But then she spies a “Trans Lives Matter” sticker on his water bottle, and it piques her interest. “I got this from a cute little store in Brooklyn, owned by a trans activist,” Travis explains. “They make cute little merch like this to fund gender reassignment surgery for homeless teens.” The cynical Liv wonders if this is just the latest pickup line, but Travis keeps passing her tests, impressing in every way imaginable (Exhibits A-C: He works at a Senior Center, loves the aforementioned Greta Gerwig, and finishes Lynn’s sentences).
Liv is all-in: she grows not only intrigued, but smitten in a way she never thought possible, as her weary skepticism morphs into teenager-like infatuation. “What if he doesn’t text me back?” she whines, followed by a squealed, triumphant “HE TEXTED ME!” when he actually does, under the wary gaze of Naomi. And so the mystery begins—is this guy the real thing or the ultimate poser? Is this “smart and sweet” persona a disguise, no more real than the other costumes at the party? The question sets off a gripping journey, with a very amusing twist, and in the end, a poignant message about where real love can be found.
He’s Different is an insightful treatise on relationships in the here and now—taking a microscope to our desires, insecurities, turn-ons and offs, green flags and dealbreakers. It does so with a sharp, knowing wit that will keep you laughing and nodding in recognition. The sight of the previously grounded and Bechdel-test passing Liv melting into limerent obsession tells a truth about the malleability of the human psyche that is undeniable, and well worth exploring. The actors bring the story to life deftly, creating recognizable archetypes with warmth and humor. It all comes together to make He’s Different an enjoyable and satisfying experience.
He’s Different is written by Arianna Wellmoney. It was showcased at the Chain Theatre in the summer of 2024, as directed by Bradly Valenzuela, with Wellmoney as Liv, Kiamba Doyling as Travis, Megan Catalina as Naomi, and James Nash as Hugh.
Arts Independent 