19 June 2013

Actors’ Equity at 100: Part One


[This May marked 100 years since the founding of the Actors’ Equity Association, which bills itself as “The Union of Professional Actors and Stage Managers in the United. States.”  Equity, as it’s most often called by theater folk, means, of course, stage actors since, as people in and around show business all know, movie actors were represented by the Screen Actors Guild (founded in 1933) and radio and television performers by the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (founded in 1933 as the American Federation of Radio Artists; AFRA and the Television Authority merged to form AFTRA in 1952).  AFTRA was the only union representing actors which also included performers who are not actors: spokespeople, newscasters, anchors, announcers, voice-over artists, and other on-air TV professionals   (SAG and AFTRA merged into one organization after years of trying; the single union, approved by the joint memberships in 2012, is now known as SAG-AFTRA.).  AEA, the oldest of the country’s actors’ unions, originally also represented stage directors and choreographers but those members split off and formed the Society of Stage Directors and Choreographers (now called the Stage Directors and Choreographers Society, or SDC) in 1959.  Theatrical stage managers remained part of the actors’ union because it’s not uncommon for them to be cast in small roles or for actors in small parts to do double duty as SM’s or ASM’s.  (They get paid for both jobs—that’s what union is for—but it’s still cheaper than hiring two people.)

[Other performers are represented by the American Guild of Musical Artists (AGMA), founded in 1936, which acts for opera singers, ballet and other dancers, opera directors, stagehands at opera and dance companies, and figure skaters.  The American Guild of Variety Artists (AGVA) negotiates for performers in such fields as circuses, Las Vegas showrooms and cabarets, comedy showcases, dance revues, magic shows, and theme park productions and was formed in 1939.  There are occasional overlaps with the actors’ organizations and many performers are members of multiple performing arts unions.

[Equity, which has about 49,000 members currently, wasn’t the first theatrical union, though.  The National Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employees, now called the International Alliance (or IATSE), which represents all stagehands, technicians, artisans, and craftspeople in TV, film, and stage, was established in 1893 and The American Federation of Musicians, which includes artists who play in the pit at musicals, was founded in 1896.  Vaudeville performers organized as the White Rats in 1900, but the organization was defeated in a strike against the United Booking Office and the Vaudeville Managers Association in 1916 and disbanded.  (The VMA was led by E. F. Albee, 1857-1930, the adoptive grandfather of playwright Edward Albee.) The Dramatists’ Guild, which bargains for playwrights, composers, and lyricists for the stage, was formed in 1912 (as the Authors’ League of America).  (Screenwriters belong to the Writers Guild of America, East or West, 1935 and ’33 respectively.)  All theater and performing artists’ unions are affiliates of the AFL-CIO through the Associated Actors and Artistes of America (Four A’s), formed and chartered by the AFL in 1919.  (The American Federation of Labor began in 1886 and the Congress of International Organizations in 1935; they joined forces in 1955.)  Nonetheless, Equity’s founding was part of the surge of labor organization in this country in the years before World War I.]

At the end of the 19th century, exploitation of workers by industry and businesses had become a common condition.  Wages were low and working conditions, including those affecting the safety and health of laborers, were poor and employers had the upper hand with little oversight.  The tragic Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire in 1911, which many historians consider the start of the modern labor movement, is a landmark example of that.  Labor organizations and unions began to appear to negotiate better pay and conditions through collective bargaining and to demand safer and healthier work environments.  The labor movement gained strength in the early years of the 20th century and after World War I.  In this atmosphere of unscrupulous abuse, a group of actors convened in 1913 to form an actors’ union in order “to protect Actors from often appalling work conditions,” as Equity News described it (with the capital A) last June.  Appropriately enough, the small band met surreptitiously in the library of Edwin Booth’s former home, according to a plaque in what by then had become The Players: “In this room, during the first three months of 1913, there met without permission, the small committee of four or five which ultimately led to the formation of Actors’ Equity.”  (Booth, 1833-93, was the first American-born actor to achieve an international reputation.  He bequeathed his 1847 Stanford White-designed townhouse on Gramercy Park South, which the Prince of Players purchased in 1888, to the club he established later that year as a meeting place for actors and prominent men—The Players was an all-male establishment until 1989—of other professions and fields who influenced the culture.)

The Theatrical Syndicate appeared in 1896.  This organization, run by just six men, controlled the top theaters and bookings all across the United States.  In about 1910, the  Syndicate (whose name today sounds vaguely sinister and conspiratorial) was supplanted by the Shubert brothers (Lee, 1871-1953; Sam, 1878-1905; Jacob, 1879-1963), who remain the largest theater-owners in New York City and, I believe, the country, along with the other all-powerful theater-owners like David Belasco (1853-1931), John Golden (1874-1955), Oliver Morosco (1875-1945), and the great Florenz Ziegfield (1867-1932)—names that remained emblazoned on Broadway marquees for generations.  According to Alfred Harding (1892-1969), editor of Equity magazine (published from 1915-73, the precursor of Equity News) and the voice of America’s stage actors for more than 30 years, the system’s original managers were themselves actors who “had promoted themselves from the ranks through ambition and executive ability.”  They’d been replaced, however, by “men who regarded the theatre as a business and who set about reorganizing it on strictly business lines.”  In the words of writer, lecturer, and former soap opera actress Lynne Rogers in “The Actors’ Revolt” (American Heritage, September 1996), “To the businessmen of the syndicate, the actor was not the backbone of the theater but merely a debit on an income statement, a commodity to be obtained as cheaply as possible.”  

Theater in the U.S. was a touring system in those days, with long runs in home-base theaters a phenomenon of the future, and such organizations ran things the way they wanted, making demands no actor, playwright, or stage employee could oppose and ever hope to work in the theater again.  Dictatorial producers set their own working conditions and pay scales without a standard contract: there was no minimum wage, compensation for rehearsals, or holidays; rehearsal time was unlimited; companies could be left stranded on the road; actors paid for their own costumes and had to maintain them at their own expense—which could be considerable, especially for actresses, whose costumes could cost more than a week’s pay.  Actors and other employees were frequently abused.  Charles C. Shay (1879-1934), president of the stagehands’ union, according to Equity’s website, told newspapers that often when he went into a theatre, he didn’t know which sub-basement was intended for the actors and which for the coal.  Producer and director Jed Harris (1900-79) characterized this era as “dog eat dog and vice versa.” 

When an actor got a job, she got a “contract” that might be as short as a three-sentence memo with the play’s title, the name of the part, and the salary to a multi-page legal document so complex and verbally dense that only an attorney could decipher it, but which indemnified the manager “in every contingency his lawyer could envision.”  Peggy Wood (1892-1976), a stage, film, and television actress, remembered, “Once I rehearsed for 13 weeks for nothing—and then the show never got on.  And when I was in a show, I had to buy my own hat, coat, dress, gloves . . . even my stockings.”   Productions could close without notice and touring companies could be abandoned without pay in, say, Sioux Falls, South Dakota.  Managers were known to skip out while the cast was on stage, after pocketing the evening’s take, leaving the company with no funds to get back to New York because the contract required the actors to get themselves to out-of-town performances and back home again at their individual expenses.  Actors could be engaged to rehearse for six to eight weeks for a drama and 16 to 18 weeks for a musical (standard is now four weeks—with pay and overtime obligations) and then be dismissed by the producers for any reason at all—or none whatsoever.  The contract the actor signed didn’t obligate the manager to pay him for any of his time and work.  Furthermore, most contracts had a “satisfaction clause” which provided that the actor had to play his part to the satisfaction of the producer—which pretty much made any argument against abuse virtually untenable.  All the manager had to say was that the actor’s work hadn’t been satisfactory, and since the claim was self-sustaining, requiring no proof, the producer always won the argument and the actor always lost.

(Suing a producer was a stacked deck in any case.  If the case was even heard, it would be in New York City where the production had started and where the producer’s office was located.  But the actor was as likely to be in Chicago when it was called, the witnesses in New Orleans, and the rest of the company in San Francisco.  Should the actor actually win a judgment against the manager, she’d likely find that, first, the producer had incorporated the company under a separate name and that subsidiary company had been undercapitalized and all its funds had been spent on the production and administrative costs.  Laws of incorporation made it impossible to attach profits from other, successful shows produced by the same managerial outfit, each incorporated under different names.  If any of this sounds a little familiar, it’s because Mel Brooks used it as the basis for the con at the center of the movie and stage versions of The Producers!  The character of Max Bialystock was surely modeled on these unscrupulous producers—but when played by Zero Mostel or Nathan Lane, he’s a funny villain.  Besides, he gets his comeuppance, so it’s a happy ending in Hollywood and Broadway terms.  In real life—not so much.)

Actors had tried to organize against the producers’ whims earlier also.  In 1895, actor Louis Aldrich (1843-1901) led the formation of the Actors’ Society of America in reaction to the practices of the growing Theatrical Syndicate.  The Society attempted to regulate and standardize contractual obligations between performers and producers but proved so ineffective that in December 1912, 100 of its members met to decide whether to continue or dissolve itself.  The declining membership decided to disband the Actors’ Society; however some still felt the need to continue the struggle even though, as Harding wrote in his 1929 book The Revolt of the Actors, “every previous actors’ association had been wrecked by factional fights or by the hostility of the managers.”  So the actors formed a committee to devise a different, more persuasive, organization which took a name that reflected their goals: Actors’ Equity Association. 

The comic actor Francis Wilson, Equity’s first president (1913-20), recognized the reality of this renewed endeavor’s chances, but remained hopeful: “I have seen so many of these attempts start and fail—but I am an optimist and am always willing to try once more.”  As Equity News saw it last September, this could have been the new union’s motto during those early days—trying, failing, and then trying again.  (I’m reminded of playwright Samuel Beckett’s 1983 comment from Worstward Ho, his penultimate novella: “Try again.  Fail again.  Fail better.”)

So on 26 May 1913, 112 actors met in the Elks Hall of the Pabst Grand Circle Hotel at 2 Columbus Circle (later the site of the controversial “Lollipop Building,” which served as the headquarters for the New York City Department of Cultural Affairs) to establish AEA.  They signed “articles of agreement,” a constitution, and by-laws; the proceedings went smoothly but without a lot of notice by the theater owners and producers.  At first, the new union engaged in some minor disputes, “feeling our way,” as actor, theater manager, and playwright Edwin Arden (1864-1918) wrote in the monthly Equity magazine.  By 1917, Equity negotiators and theatrical employers reached an agreement on conditions and pay, but few producers actually put it into practice.  The contract was very fair, Equity News’s Peter Royston reported that a producer told Wilson (1854-1935).  When would they start using it, wondered the Equity president.  “When you make me,” the producer snapped.

Wilson saw that for the nascent union to have a future, it would have to link itself with the burgeoning labor movement.  This was accomplished when the American Federation of Labor formally recognized Actors’ Equity on 18 July 1919.  The move conferred on the actor’s organization the right to demand fairer treatment in the workplace, alongside workers in mills and factories, but, perhaps just as importantly (as we’ll see shortly), the right to strike.  The union’s most important challenge in the years of its infancy, however, was arguably the way some of its own members understood the craft of acting itself.  Equity President Wilson affirmed:

For awhile [sic] a lot of us felt that there was something lacking in actors which prevented them from organizing.  But when we realized that the actor was not exceptional in this at all and felt and knew that not only the musician and the stage mechanics were like us in that respect, but that even our own States united for the purpose of strength, both defensive and offensive, the whole question was solved for us and we knew that the only difficulty would be in making the point apparent to the actor himself.

For many performers, acting couldn’t be equated with organized labor.  As historian Sean P. Holmes, author of Weavers of Dreams, Unite!: Actors’ Unionism in Early Twentieth-Century America (2013) wrote, many actors believed that “as an art form that depended for its effect on engagement with emotions and the illusion of spontaneity, acting was incompatible with the values of objectivity and rationality at the heart of the emerging professional cultures of the early twentieth century.”  As actor Blanche Bates (1873-1941) declared, “We are not laborers with calloused hands . . . and what we have is something that cannot be capitalized.  What we give cannot be weighed or measured.” 

Bates, however, overlooked that producers indeed “capitalized, weighed, and measured” the performers’ labor in calculations that frequently left them out in the cold without money.  A response to Bates’s challenge seemed to come from pioneer film actor, director, and producer Fred Niblo (1874-1948) when he asserted, “It is not art to get up at four o’clock in the morning and catch a train.  It is not art to travel in a vile-smelling day coach all day—a day coach so old and terrible that railroad companies only keep it to haul actors in . . . .[.]  It is downright labor.”  It was going to be the jobs of the new Actors’ Equity leadership to bring the emotional and spontaneous stage artists to the bargaining table with the theater’s money men and impresarios.

Equity’s launch didn’t meet with universal good will.  The Shuberts, in a trade paper they owned, editorialized, “In no other profession or art do egotism and jealousy show themselves more luridly.”  George M. Cohan (1878-1942), an actor himself but also a producer and director, declared, “Before I will ever do business with the Actors’ Equity Association, I will lose every dollar I have, even if I have to run an elevator to make a living.”  Actors’ Equity reports that a little while later, someone in Times Square raised a sign that read: ELEVATOR OPERATOR WANTED. GEORGE M. COHAN NEED NOT APPLY.  In July 1913, the New York Review, a weekly theater journal published from 1912-19, editorialized: “An actors’ union . . . is doomed to failure . . . [.]  Every actor considers himself the nonpareil of his own line and wants a larger salary than any other competitor.  Therefore to regulate pay and form of contract would be an impossibility, because on these questions no set of actors will stand together.” 

When asked about the prospects for success of the new union, producer and manager Daniel Frohman (1851-1940), one of the Syndicate six, snapped that “actors will never stick together,” but, as the New York Times phrased it in 1916: “Realizing at last that, when all is said and done, after the applause has subsided and the curtain been rung down, actors are human beings first, next workers, and then, if you will, artists, they have now decided with startling unanimity to taste some of the twentieth century benefits that go to organized artisans.”

After the 1917 contract failed in practice, most of the members of the United Managers’ Protective Association, the professional organization of theater managers, bookers, and producers, left to form the Producing Managers’ Association in the winter of 1918-19.  In its first act, the PMA repudiated the 1917 contract and issued one of its own, rejecting Actors’ Equity as the negotiator for actors, declaring that managers would henceforth deal with performers individually.  This action finally impelled Equity to appeal to the AFL, which chartered the young union as a member of the Associated Actors and Artistes of America.  At a membership meeting on 7 August 1919 at the Astor Hotel in Times Square, Equity declared war on the PMA.  That evening, the casts of 13 shows walked out of their theaters.  New York’s actors were on strike, what the New York Times in 1929 called “the greatest the theatre has ever known.”

Equity had 2,700 members on paper, but no one knew how many would actually respond to the strike call.  There was a bare $13,500 in the union’s treasury, all it had to fight the combined power of the management of the legitimate, vaudeville, burlesque, and movie theaters which had come together the day before the actors walked out.  George M. Cohan, who sided with the producers despite his status as a beloved performer, and the PMA even financed a rival organization, the Actors’ Fidelity League, derisively called “Fido” by Equity members, enrolling hundreds of distinguished and established actors.  The PMA put out a call to agents and casting offices all over New York City for any would-be actor in their files.  Actors relegated to the sticks in threadbare productions, most of whom had been given scant respect, if any at all, in the managers’ offices, were offered lucrative (and potentially star-making) roles on Broadway if they’d come in and keep the shows open.  Surprisingly, most refused and stuck with their young union.  The great Ethel Barrymore (1879-1959), matriarch of the Drews and the Barrymores, two of the American theater’s most prominent dynasties, lent her prestige—and contributed considerable funds—to the effort.  “I don’t know how to make a speech, really,” said the legendary actress, “but I am with you heart and soul, and more than that.  Don’t be discouraged.  Stick!”

The managers then turned to vaudeville and tried to recruit the acts to take their performances to the Broadway houses in danger of closing, but many of the former White Rats, the vaudeville and burlesque performers organization that had been beaten by the managers three years earlier, had no stomach for strike-breaking.  They and the legit actors found a common supporter in a surprising quarter.  When the managers put the vaudevillians into taxis to take them to the Broadway theaters, the cabbies, themselves union men, were delighted to take the performers home instead—and let the management pay the fare!  (One tobacco store posted a sign in its window stating: STRIKING ACTORS GET YOUR CIGARETTES HERE, AND PAY ME WHEN YOU WIN.)

When these tactics mostly failed, the producers turned to the courts.  In 1914, the Hatter’s Union had struck its employers and boycotted one company.  The company retaliated by suing the union and the membership individually for the loss of income, and the federal court upheld the employer’s claim, costing  many union members their homes in payment of the judgment.  The Shuberts took the same tack against Equity, hoping to force a settlement.  But the impresarios miscalculated and the plan backfired.  The hatters’ loss was a sore spot for organized labor, and upon hearing that the Shuberts were trying to use the tactic again, other labor organization came to Equity’s support.  The stagehands’ union took a vote and announced that “at the proper time we intend to strike if it busts the organization.”  IATSE’s president declared that “if this is to be our rock of destruction I can’t think of a better rock to be destroyed on.”  At the AFM, the musicians assured the actors that “when the musicians join in there’ll be a grand symphony.”  Five days after the start of the strike, chorus performers organized, under the leadership of Hollywood star Marie Dressler (1868-1934) who had started as an $8-a-week chorine, as Chorus Equity and supported the actors.  (In 1955, Chorus Equity and Actors’ Equity merged.)  On 18 August, after the PMA refused the stagehands’ and musicians’ demand that the managers recognize and meet with Equity, IATSE and the AFM walked out, closing four productions that had withstood the actors’ strike.  Following this, the theatrical unions closed one show after another; only one New York production, William A. Brady’s At 9:45 at the Playhouse Theatre, remained open.  (Brady, 1863-1950, who began as a prizefight manager and developer of Coney Island Amusement Park before getting into producing, was also a director, theater-owner and -operator, house manager, and performer.  The Playhouse, demolished in 1969, was used for exterior and interior location shots for Mel Brooks’s 1968 film, The Producers.)
 
The strike spread and PMA-controlled theaters in Chicago and Boston were also closed by walk-outs.  In Washington, Philadelphia, Atlantic City, Providence, and St. Louis, theaters that were expected to open on 1 September, Labor Day, remained closed because of the action.  The managers saw their support evaporate in the face of spreading labor solidarity and the losses from the closed productions were hurting their bottom lines.  Days of negotiating followed and on 6 September, after an all-night session, the PMA agreed to recognize Equity as the representative of legit actors and signed a standard contract which contained more workplace safeguards than Equity had originally demanded.  The strike had lasted 30 days, enveloped theaters in eight cities, closed 37 shows and prevented the opening of 16 others, and cost around $3 million (equal to just under $42 million today).  AEA’s membership, at a mere 2,700 at the start of the strike, had grown to over 14,000.  The $13,500 in the union’s treasury had grown to $5,000 a day during the action in spite of the expenses incurred, and was $120,000 (over $1½ million in 2013 dollars) when the strike was over.

The victory over the PMA, along with its affiliation with the AFL and the Four A’s, accorded Actors’ Equity the strength to go up against other powerful managerial adversaries.  In 1929, the actors’ union, then the only representative for the profession, fought motion picture producers for many of the same rights and securities the 1919 strike won for stage actors.  (The Screen Actors Guild wouldn’t form for four more years.)  Cohan never signed an Equity contract but was given special union dispensation to work in the legit field; the approximately 700 Fidos of the rival organization, never recognized by the AFL, were invited to join AEA as long as they resigned from the League.  Most former Fidos eventually got Equity cards.

(In an ironic footnote to this historic incident, when Oscar Hammerstein II, 1895-1960, was promoting the statue of George M. Cohan that stands in Duffy Square in the Theatre District, producer Max Gordon, 1892-1978, asked Equity for a donation for the proposed monument.  AEA’s executive director replied: “George Cohan and Equity did have their ‘differences’ . . . [.]  He never accepted Equity and fought it all his life . . . [.]”  Nevertheless, the union made a token contribution of $240, the cost of a lifetime membership.  Hammerstein responded: “I do not dispute your right to continue a resentment so deep.  I must, however, refuse to cooperate with you in pin-pricking George’s ghost.”  The great librettist returned the $240; the statue was unveiled on 11 September 1959.)

[The history of the Actors’ Equity Association is too diverse to be contained in one post so, just to prove that there is a second act in American labor history, especially as it pertains to actors, I’ll continue this account in Part Two later this week.  Please return to ROT to read the conclusion of the tale of the stage actors’ union.]

 

14 June 2013

More on New Plays in the Nation’s Capital

 
“The Daring Double Act of Two D.C. Theaters”
by Nelson Pressley

[This article, which serves as a continuation of “‘How great plays are (eventually) made’” by Jessica Goldstein, another Washington Post article about mounting new plays in the District (posted on ROT on 5 May), was published in the “Arts” section of the Washington Post on 26 May 2013.]

Theatre J, Woolly Mammoth test models for getting plays onstage

Theaters keep rolling out new ways to premiere plays, and two fresh Washington initiatives are in full flower — or in full beast mode — right now. Theater J’s initiative, called Locally Grown, puts the company’s muscle behind Washington-based writers, while Woolly Mammoth Theatre Company’s Free the Beast program is raising $4 million to produce 25 new plays in the next 10 years.

The industry standard is to slap an untested play together with three weeks of rehearsals. Actress Kimberly Gilbert, who has been in two Locally Grown premieres at Theater J and is in her second Free the Beast show at Woolly, suggests that’s too much like an “experiment.”

“I-only-have-three-weeks-I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing!” Gilbert says of the usual adrenalized, nerve-wracking process. “You’re forced to make huge choices that can be hit-or-miss.”

Typically, though, theaters can’t budget for more time.

“Look, we’re an underfunded field,” Woolly Mammoth artistic director Howard Shalwitz says of the labor-intensive theater business. “That’s just a given, and it’s not going to change any time soon.”

That’s why Woolly is raising major money and Theater J is putting in sweat equity in these very different new play efforts. The theaters’ leaders sat down separately to explain the whys and hows of their programs as Theater J readied “The Hampton Years,” Jacqueline Lawton’s real-life drama about a refugee Austrian art professor and African American artists John Biggers and Samella Lewis, and Woolly buffed its premiere of “Stupid F---ing Bird,” Aaron Posner’s freewheeling adaptation of Chekhov’s “The Seagull.”

Theater J, Locally Grown

WHY: Artistic director Ari Roth is a playwright himself, and Theater J has consistently pursued new and new-ish national and international works since his arrival 16 years ago.

But for years a lot of out-of-town guest writers stayed at a local hotel that offered Theater J a sweetheart deal of $25 a night, which amounted to tens of thousands of dollars in underwriting. That deal fell through in 2008.

At the same time, the company has stretched itself financially and logistically with its ambitious Voices From a Changing Middle East series showcasing international works.

“Who said we have to be hosts all the time?” Roth asks.

Associate artistic director Shirley Serotsky adds that the “locavore” food movement came up during a new play conference at Arena Stage in 2011, and the notion of applying it to art clicked. The Locally Grown program launched last season with Renee Calarco’s “The Religion Thing”; this spring, Roth’s “Andy and the Shadows” and now “The Hampton Years” (beginning Wednesday) have reached the stage.

HOW: Serotsky and Roth count 14 writers in the fold at the moment, with works in various stages of development. The festival of public readings is currently in bloom; plays by Allyson Currin, Liz Maestri and Randy Baker have been heard, with scripts by D.W. Gregory and Malcolm Pellas to come. Longtime D.C. writers Norman Allen and Ernie Joselovitz are also testing projects in Theater J’s newly fertile soil.

Roth likens this to spreading seeds widely: “That’s what we’re here to do right now, is add to the terrain. The great art will come when the great art takes root. You don’t know where the genius child is coming from.”

Serotsky, who is directing “The Hampton Years,” observes that theaters across the country are phasing out the inefficient and frustrating old submissions model, with scripts from everywhere uselessly piling up over the transom.

Locally Grown aims to be better at fostering ongoing artistic relationships. As Gilbert says, “I’ve been having an awesome time creating these characters with my neighbors.”

Woolly Mammoth, Free the Beast

WHY: “It’s really simple,” Shalwitz says. “Free the Beast is just a way of buying artists time.”

In part, this counters what Shalwitz has called the widespread “assembly line” habit of producing. But there is an in-house issue, too.

Woolly was defined in the 1980s by its daring actors; beginning in the 1990s, the focus began to shift toward playwrights. Shalwitz says that created a tension he hopes can be partly reconciled by commissioning writers and getting them to work more closely with the Woolly company.

The $4 million figure is based on an extra 10 percent of the season’s annual $4 million budget, spread over 10 years. Woolly has pulled in $2.4 million so far, and the target is to finish the fundraising by the end of summer.

That money is designed as a lockbox guarding against the perils of season-by-season budgeting, which routinely finds troupes axing “luxuries” like longer rehearsal time. Funding more workshops means more creative time with designers and even actors who, ideally, are brought inside the process early.

“You are not just supporting a playwright,” Shalwitz explains. “You are supporting a team of artists who are working with a playwright on a new project. That to me is what will make Free the Beast successful, if it bridges those gaps.”

HOW: Posner has adapted such works as “The Chosen” and “My Name is Asher Lev,” but he is perhaps better known as a busy director (e.g., the just-closed “The Last Five Years” at Signature Theatre, lots of award-winning Shakespeare productions for the Folger Theatre). He was offered a commission to complete his riff on “The Seagull” after nervously showing Shalwitz a half-done draft.

“It’s about a young theater artist who wants to do great things and change the world,” Posner says of Chekhov’s drama, which Posner acted in as a student at Northwestern. (“I was terrible,” he moans.) “And I remember very clearly, in the way you remember stupid things you say, talking about how ‘this is my favorite play,’ and ‘I think I really get this play.’ The me at 23 who said that totally annoys me now.”

Posner was directing Sarah Ruhl’s “In the Next Room, Or The Vibrator Play” at Woolly when he began “Stupid F---ing Bird.” Three “Vibrator Play” actors, Gilbert among them — plus some designers and the Woolly ethos — have carried over as Posner has worked through his script, which is based on an old literal translation he fished off the Internet for free.

The point of the fund is to add a degree of cash to projects that most need it. In the fall, the initial Free the Beast project, Mia Chung’s “You for Me for You,” included a four-week workshop of that play at New York’s Ma-Yi Theater Company. Next season’s efforts include commissioning Manhattan’s acclaimed Elevator Repair Service for its Supreme Court-themed “Arguendo,” premiering at Woolly next spring. Free the Beast put Posner’s play through four workshops.

“That’s more than we’ve ever been able to support before,” Shalwitz says. “And in most of those workshops, most of our actual cast was present. So we came into the first rehearsal in a whole different place than we normally do. It’s small expenditures that really change the equation for how the work feels.”

“It’s no guarantee that you’ve gotten it right,” Posner says. “This is art, so who . . . knows? But it gives you a better shot at doing something that is more interesting and more complete.”

[The Woolly Mammoth Theatre Company was founded in Washington in 1980.  The company’s stated mission is “to ignite an explosive engagement between theatre artists and the community by developing, producing, and promoting new plays that explore the edges of theatrical style and human experience, and by implementing new ways to use the artistry of theatre to serve the people of Greater Washington, DC.”   Free the Beast is an effort to support the production of 25 new plays from 2012 through 2022.

[Theater J, in the District, produces plays “that are part of the Jewish cultural legacy.”  Founded in 1990, Theater J has received over 50 Helen Hayes nominations. The Locally Grown Festival and the new Locally Grown Year-Round Initiative celebrate the District's burgeoning playwriting community.]

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“An Enlightening Head Trip Down The Aisle”
by Maura Judkis

 [The following review of another D.C.-originated performance piece appeared in the “Weekend” section of the Washington Post on 24 May 2013.]

On May 30, you’re invited to witness the union of a bride and her subconscious.

“Dream Wedding,” a site-specific, immersive theater piece by the D.C. arts organization FABUM, might begin like a typical wedding, but instead of a trip down the aisle, it’s a trip through a bride’s dreams, hopes and fears.

Written and directed by Jameson Freeman, “Dream Wedding” incorporates Jungian psychology and Greek mythology to examine the way marriage changes and enlightens a person.

“I think when a person is approaching marriage and thinking about marriage, it’s a very vulnerable thing,” Freeman says.

Freeman knows that all too well. He is engaged, and preparing for his marriage unified his thoughts about what was originally going to be a non-narrative movement performance. (Freeman and his fiance, choreographer Dana Tai Soon Burgess, have not set a date.)

“In creating [the bride], obviously the moment that she’s in is a similar moment that I’m in,” he says. “Applying the wedding theme came from my own subconscious, but it ties the idea of dream performance together.”

Wedding guests (a.k.a. the audience) will walk through the Arts Club of Washington — a popular venue for real weddings — with each room representing parts of the bride’s mind.

Freeman plays the shadow, a Jungian concept to describe an aspect of one’s personality that one does not accept or realize.

“I find the theme of self-actualization really interesting,” Freeman says. “Now that I’m approaching the point where I’m going to be a husband, I think it’s important to be as self-realized as possible before you take that next step to a union.”

There’s no dress code, but Freeman says he hopes the “guests” will be inspired to play along — it is prime wedding season, after all.

“I would say dress dolce, stylishly,” he says.

[Jameson Freeman is the founding artistic director of FABUM, Inc., a Washington, D.C.-based non-profit arts organization founded in 2011 to develop original artistic projects through collaborations across a variety of mediums.  He is executive producer of the organization's ongoing series of performance works, the Dolce Revolution Project, and ‘chief curator’ for Tecnicus Project, FABUM's newly-launched series of visual arts events.  He currently serves as volunteer chair of the Drama Committee at the Arts Club of Washington.

[A former classical ballet dancer, Freeman was accepted into the Nutmeg Academy in Torrington, Connecticut, on scholarship at the age of seven and danced full-time for many years.  As an actor, he has performed in diverse theater projects and venues around Washington, D.C., including the Burke Theatre at the Naval Memorial, Flashpoint, DC Arts Center, Busboys & Poets, Warehouse Theater, and the Capital Fringe Festival.  His onscreen acting work has been seen at the Columbia Film Festival, New York Film Academy, Scion xPress Fest in Philadelphia, and other film festivals in the Washington area.

[FABUM seeks to explore identity and the human experience through artistic works and to give artists the opportunity to have impact in a variety of mediums.  Their objective is to celebrate the creative process—in addition to the ‘final product’—of artistic collaborations and self-expression.]


09 June 2013

"What I learned from Smash (if I didn’t know anything about theater)"

by RonAnnArbor
 
[As most people know, Smash aired on NBC television from February 2012 to May 2013.  It purported to tell the saga of the development of a Broadway musical about Marilyn Monroe from casting through opening, with all the false starts, disasters, and successes along the way as the writers reworked the book and the songs and the directors came and went with new ideas and “improvements.”  And so on.  I watched the first several episodes, a few weeks’ worth of the plot, but the series quickly turned into a soap opera, dealing more and more with the hopped-up personalities and interpersonal squabbles of the cast and creative teams.  As RonAnnArbor details below, much of what Smash, created by Theresa Rebeck (Law & Order: Criminal Intent, NYPD Blue, L.A. Law), 2004 Pulitzer Prize nominee for the play Omnium Gatherum with Alexandra Gersten-Vassilaros, revealed about theater is false, misleading, or downright fantasy.  This article was originally posted on Facebook on 27 May 2013, the day after the show’s final episode.  I’m reposting it on ROT because it says so much about the way real theater is made.]

If I didn’t know anything about theater, Broadway, or musical theater, here is what I would have taken away from the now-cancelled series SMASH which ended its run last night on NBC:

The girl that doesn’t act, look, sing, or dance like Marilyn will get cast as Marilyn because she was on American Idol.

Everyone lives in the theater district in NYC: nobody drives a car, let alone goes home to New Jersey at the end of the night. All cast members walk to work, they don’t take the subway, busses, taxis, or bikes. Nobody has to take the train home to Flushing, Westchester, or anywhere else for that matter. A few of the cast might live as far away as Dumbo in Brooklyn. They walk there.

The director makes all hiring and firing decisions, and he can decide what you will do on the Tonys without notifying anyone; in fact, he can make any changes he wants even seconds before the performance on live TV.

You can fully cast a multi-million dollar musical before you even have a script and score ready to go (although I guess Motown the Musical might have proven this to be true).

The director sleeps with every woman he wants to cast. It’s just the way it goes. In fact – the director sleeps with women!

Out of town theaters can become available for a pre-Broadway tryout with one phone call. They can have a full house at the first preview just three days later, including newspaper coverage.

You can move a mediocre off-Broadway show to Broadway, because theaters are instantly available, and you can do so overnight.

When a new director takes over a show, mostly he is in charge of how to make scene changes happen during intermission, and the union crew is available at his beck and call.

The new girl gets the role, even when not right for it, because she has “that certain something”.

A big finish will help them forget what came before – especially when it’s set to practically the same tune as the finale for Catch Me If You Can.

A major Broadway director will drop everything and go to the aide of an unwritten mediocre-at-best Off-Broadway musical because he “believes” in his girlfriend’s judgment.

The Outer Critic awards take place in a small dining room with about 25 guests. Oh, and while we’re at it: you can pick up a dead person’s tickets and use them for your friends at the Tony’s.

Shows and major decisions made about them are influenced entirely by whom is sleeping with whom, because everyone cares about that.

You can add a new number to the show between matinee and evening, and have a complete new set and costumes ready to go for that performance.

Nobody uses body mics, there is no backstage crew, and there is no tech rehearsal necessary to make it just happen. Probably because the new director took care of all of that himself.

If you cast the right people in the leads, everything else will happen by itself. (That is only true in community theater).

If you need a really really really really really big movie star to play your lead on Broadway, bring in Sean Hayes.

You can just fire the best performer in your show (Will Chase) because the book-writer slept with him and the book-writer thinks it[’]s a bad idea for him to stick around. The book-writer can bypass union rules to do so, because the book-writer is the most important person on your artistic staff.

Speaking of book and score writing: apparently the shows write themselves because the writers are too busy sleeping around and drinking wine at the local bar. The latter is pre-requisite to taking over the role of director for a major multi-million dollar musical.

There are no musical directors on Broadway. Music rehearsals don’t take place, just performance quality scenes, and the Musical Director apparently only conducts the orchestra.

And the coolest thing I learned from Smash . . . . when you win the Tony for Best Musical, you can bring your just-out-of-jail boyfriend on stage with you to accept the award.

[Another blogger, Anne T. Donahue on Bite, declared in “10 Things I Learned From: Smash” last February, “Nothing about Smash is realistic at all.”  For instance, she pointed out, “Dancers and people in theatre wear theatre clothes all the time.  FYI. At practice, at home, on stage, off stage, on their way to practice, home, or a stage, we’ve got theatre clothes. Spandex, sweaters, and everything else you’ve seen in Footloose.  In another observation, Donahue caught on the . . . er, facts that I complained to a friend about just when I dumped the show: “Dancers and people in theatre dance and sing all the time.  ALL THE TIME.  Not just at practice because that would be amateur hour and they might as well smother themselves in nylon because they’re a disgrace—everywhere.  Bowling alley?  Sing there.  A restaurant? Oh my GOD, sing there, are you insane?  Times Square?  Well, if you don’t, don’t even think about coming back into the wide world of music and/or art.  Wasting one’s voice is NOT A BIG DEAL.  You just sing all the time, and magic and Smash will give your voice all the rest it needs.”  Along with this, Donahue noted that “it is also completely normal and accepted to break out into song in public.” 

[The singing question plagued me, too.  Back in April 2012, which is when I stopped watching the show, I remarked to a friend that one of the things that annoyed me about the show was that the songs were getting to be more and more covers of pop tunes and less and less the “show” tunes from the play-within-the-series (since they couldn’t present a whole show score all at once, I guess).  There were lots of karaoke scenes (a tie-in with Donahue’s comment about singers singing “all the time”) and other similar occasions where a cast member just upped and belted out a pop song.  One other thing that always gets me in shows about performers is that the writers seem to think that all singers, dancers, and musicians are dying to get up and do their things whenever and wherever someone asks them—parties, restaurants, on the street.  And they're always prepared and in voice/step/tune immediately.  In one episode with Nick Jonas as a prospective cast member, he even joined in at the end of a song he's not supposed to have ever heard before, and he knew the lyrics and the tune perfectly and was right on key.  Yeah, right!]

04 June 2013

Queensway: Modeled on the High Line


[On 10 October 2012, I ran “High Line Park” on ROT, an article about the initiation, planning, and construction of New York City’s park-in-the-sky.  This earlier this year, a group in the Borough of Queens announced plans to build a similar park to be called QueensWay.  Because of the obvious parallel, I decided to republish two articles on the development.  The following article appeared on Tuesday, 8 January 2013, on page A16 of the New York Times.]

“IN QUEENS, TAKING THE HIGH LINE AS A MODEL”
by Lisa W. Foderaro

It has been abandoned for five decades, a railway relic that once served Queens passengers on the old Rockaway Beach branch of the Long Island Rail Road. For all those years, no one paid much notice to the ghostly tracks, long overgrown with trees and vines, as they ran silently behind tidy houses in Rego Park, dipped through ravines in Forest Park and hovered above big-box stores in Glendale.

That is, until the High Line expanded the possibilities of a public park.

Now, the three-and-a-half-mile stretch of rusty train track in central Queens is being reconceived as the “QueensWay,” a would-be linear park for walkers and bicyclists in an area desperate for more parkland and, with the potential for art installations, performances and adjacent restaurants, a draw for tourists interested in sampling the famously diverse borough.

“It’s Queens’s turn,” said Will Rogers, president and chief executive officer of the Trust for Public Land, a national nonprofit group that has joined local residents in promoting the idea. “The High Line led to the redefinition of the neighborhoods in Manhattan, whereas the QueensWay will be defined by the neighborhoods it passes through. Essentially, it will be a cultural trail.”

The involvement of the Trust for Public Land, which has 36 offices nationwide, including in Manhattan, has given the project new momentum, bolstering the efforts of the Friends of the QueensWay, a group with about 2,500 supporters. It did not hurt that the trust hired Adrian Benepe, who recently stepped down as the New York City parks commissioner.

Last month, Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo, a native of Queens, awarded the trust a $467,000 environmental protection grant through the state’s Office of Parks, Recreation and Historic Preservation. The grant will help pay for a community planning survey and a feasibility study that will include environmental, engineering and financial assessments of the project, including consideration of the condition of the railway’s trestles, bridges and embankments.

On a recent winter afternoon, the defunct rail line was obscured by a tangle of vegetation, near where it crosses over Yellowstone Boulevard. Tulip trees and Norway maples rose from the center of the tracks, competing for the brittle January sunlight, while the noisy bustle of Queens faded into the background.

Mr. Benepe, who, as parks commissioner for nearly 11 years, oversaw the creation of many miles of esplanades, greenways and bike paths, especially on Manhattan’s edges, agreed that Queens was overdue. “The borough has a lot of parkland, but what it lacks is a long recreational trail,” he said. “The QueensWay will also enable people to get to Forest Park more easily.”

But bringing the park to fruition will not be easy. The modest neighborhoods and light industrial areas through which the abandoned rail line passes cannot provide the tens of millions of dollars that were raised privately by Friends of the High Line, the nonprofit group managing the construction and maintenance of the elevated park on Manhattan’s West Side.

Nor is everyone on the same page about the Queens railway’s destiny; at least one elected official has called for a simultaneous study of reviving the rail line to provide better train service to the increasingly popular Rockaway beaches, damaged as they might be in the short term by Hurricane Sandy. (Mr. Benepe, who is well schooled in community opposition, imagined the potential horror of nearby homeowners at the prospect of the train line’s rumbling to life again.)

Still, the trust has already raised tens of thousands of dollars for the project, in addition to the state grant, and it has broad experience in fostering linear parks, having worked on four dozen such parks, mostly on ground level, around the country. The trust is currently the project manager of Bloomingdale Trail in Chicago, a 2.7-mile former elevated railway that is being converted to a park, in the mold of the High Line.

The QueensWay would have fewer obstacles than the High Line in its creation. For one thing, the land is already owned by New York City (the High Line was owned by CSX Transportation), and the city’s parks department endorsed the trust’s recent grant application to the state. In addition, while there are at least a dozen bridges and a viaduct along the route, most of the QueensWay runs atop earthen berms or through gullies, said Andy Stone, the trust’s New York City director. Rather than having to reconstruct a steel structure more than a mile long, as in the High Line, the linear park would, in some places, require nothing more than the clearing of tracks, the selective removal of trees and the pouring of asphalt.

Unlike the High Line, the QueensWay would welcome bicycles. While the trestles are relatively narrow, long stretches are wide enough—up to 25 feet—to accommodate walkers and bicyclists. New bike paths could connect the park to Flushing Meadows-Corona Park to the north, as well as an existing bikeway in Jamaica Bay to the south. About 250,000 residents live within a mile of the proposed park, and its backers see all kinds of ancillary benefits, from health to traffic. “That’s a lot of carbon footprint,” said Marc Matsil, the trust’s New York state director.

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[The editorial below appeared on Sunday, 17 March 2013, on page 10 of the “Sunday Observer” section of the New York Times.]

A HIGH LINE IN QUEENS: JUST IMAGINE THE FOOD”
by Eleanor Randolph          

For almost a century, American railroads of all sizes have been shedding branch and feeder lines, leaving more than 100,000 miles of abandoned railways across the country. And for the last 50 years, conservationists have been working to re-engineer these railways into long, narrow strips of parkland.

Seattle was one of the first cities to jump on the rails-to-trails idea, turning an abandoned rail line into an inviting urban corridor — the Burke-Gilman Trail — for walkers, joggers, bicyclists and commuters. The railway that carried the elephants and tigers to Ringling Brothers in Sarasota, Fla., is now, essentially, an elongated public park. Chicago is building the Bloomingdale Trail, a three-mile elevated linear park running through the heart of the city.

New Orleans and Philadelphia are on board with similar conversions; Boston is creating the East Boston Greenway, which will include a 3.3 mile hiking and biking trail on an old railroad right-of-way. New York, of course, has its High Line, an often-crowded walkway stretching for more than a mile above Manhattan’s West Side.

Nationally, more than 21,000 miles of abandoned rails have become trails, and now the residents of Queens want their own slender promenade. Once a feeder line on the Long Island Rail Road, the QueensWay, as its promoters call it, would turn three and a half miles of brambles into a park through the very center of Queens. It would stretch from Rego Park to Ozone Park, which are not parks but neighborhoods that could certainly use one. Curving northward from light industrial shops near Aqueduct Racetrack and Kennedy International Airport, the rusted steel rails wind through a rich mix of immigrant communities and small businesses. The railway is elevated in places and dips into a woodsy ravine as it passes through Forest Park (a real park). If the trail is cleared and opened to the public, it would bring more green space, open air and recreation to a borough where parks can be as crowded on weekends as Times Square.

QueensWay would offer both a walkway and a bike path. There could be small shops or stands featuring cheese guava buns, dim sum dumplings, pani puri or yam fufu. Peckish strollers would not be limited to hot dogs and ice cream, but could savor foods created by immigrant Queens chefs from around the globe.

Unlike Manhattan’s High Line, however, QueensWay has no celebrity patrons, no Diane von Furstenberg, no Barry Diller, no big-name donors to give enough seed money to turn the park into a fashion statement. For this project, big money is scarce.

Gov. Andrew Cuomo’s administration has provided a down payment — a grant of $500,000 to the Trust for Public Land to help determine whether the old railway is sound and the railbed is environmentally safe. The city has come up with $140,000, and the trust and others have brought the total so far to about $1 million. Still, the best total cost estimates are between $75 million and $100 million. That is a daunting gap.

Adrian Benepe, the former New York City parks commissioner and now director of city park development for the trust, is pushing hard to turn the abandoned railbed into a valuable public space. He sees walkways and gardens where there is now rusted steel, bikeways where trees grow above and around the old rails, shops and cafes where there are now small car-repair outlets and recycling bins. A park-developer’s fantasy, maybe, but QueensWay offers far more promise than a forest that only thickens while people nearby yearn for places to walk, ride, snack and play.