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Open Space Arts has announced it will stage the Chicago premiere of A THIRD WAY, from April 3 through 19. A THIRD WAY is a sharply funny, deeply compassionate new play that reimagines what love, marriage, and family can look like in the 21st century. Winner of the Del Shores Foundation Playwriting Award, the play received its acclaimed world premiere in 2024 at Actor's Express in Atlanta, where it was praised for its emotional honesty, contemporary relevance, and nuanced queer storytelling. ARTSATL said, it was "deeply introspective" in addition to having "some truly hilarious moments, with a playful energy throughout." Open Space Arts' founder David G. Zak, who was recently nominated for the Jeff Awards for Direction – Short Run Production for OSA's MR. PARKER,  will direct a cast to be announced.  A THIRD WAY will play in Open Space Arts' intimate 25-seat theatre at 1411 W. Wilson Ave., Chicago. 

At the center of the play are Nico and Matt, a married couple committed to building a relationship that exists outside traditional binaries. When familiar figures from the past and unexpected new connections enter their world, long-standing assumptions are quietly—and sometimes explosively—challenged.

With humor, warmth, and razor-sharp insight, A THIRD WAY explores the fragile balance between desire and responsibility, freedom and commitment. Rather than offering easy answers, the play invites audiences to sit inside uncertainty, asking what it really means to choose love when there are no clear rules.

Intimate in scale but expansive in implication, A THIRD WAY speaks to contemporary audiences navigating evolving definitions of partnership, family, and belonging—without telling them what to think.

Open Space Arts' A THIRD WAY will open Friday, April 3 at 7:30 pm and play through Sunday, April 19, 2026. Performances will be at Open Space Arts, 1411 W. Wilson in Chicago. Tickets are $30 and are on sale now at www.openspacearts.org. 
 
LISTING INFORMATION
 
A THIRD WAY
By Lee Osorio
CHICAGO PREMIERE
Directed by David G. Zak
April 3-19, 2026
Opening Friday, April 3 at 7:30 pm
Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays at 7:30 pm, Sundays at 3:00 pm
Open Space Arts, 1411 W. Wilson Ave., Chicago
Tickets $30.00 general admission, $25.00 students and seniors. On sale now at www.openspacearts.org. 
 
Nico and Matt are a married couple committed to building a relationship that exists outside traditional binaries. When familiar figures from the past and unexpected new connections enter their world, long-standing assumptions are quietly—and sometimes explosively—challenged. With humor, warmth, and razor-sharp insight, A THIRD WAY explores the fragile balance between desire and responsibility, freedom and commitment. Rather than offering easy answers, the play invites audiences to sit inside uncertainty, asking what it really means to choose love when there are no clear rules.

Intimate in scale but expansive in implication, A THIRD WAY speaks to contemporary audiences navigating evolving definitions of partnership, family, and belonging—without telling them what to think.

I WANNA BE A COWBOY is a song by Boys Don’t Cry (lovin’ that band name!).  MY LIFE AS A COWBOY is a play by Hugo Timbrell playing its American premiere at Open Space Arts Theatre. Yippee yo ky yay! and similar assertions of glee and approval!

Art is intersectional, and Timbrell’s wonderful queer coming-of-age comedy is indeed about I Wanna Be a cowboy, or a musician, or a dancer – anything other than what I am right now.  We can all relate to the longing of Conor (Octavio Montes De Oca), a queer, somewhat dweeby 17-year-old boy, to escape the constraints of his small South London town of Croyden.

Momina Shahzad is terrific as Conor’s bestie Zainab, a whirling collage of Muslim prickliness, uncompromising opinions, multi-faceted creativity, and affection for Conor. Oh, and she vehemently dislikes cats, but she’s so appealing that I – yes, even I! – can forgive her that. Much of the action occurs in Conor’s bedroom where, despite meagre space for dancing, Zainab proposes not only to create original choreography but perform it beside Conor at the Croyden Talent Show.

Cut to the town swimming pool where Conor works as a lifeguard, blowing his whistle at illicit diving, spontaneous nudity, and peeing in the pool. He’s a zealous lifeguard, even under skitting from his co-worker Michael (Ben Chalex), who calls Conor’s keenness ‘weird’. Despite this Conor poignantly persists in trying to connect with him.

Actually, Michael describes as ‘weird’ anything beyond the bounds of his limited (not to say jingoistic) experience. In his defense, he scrupulously corrals his taunting within the bounds of cheekiness without straying into frank homophobia, allowing us to see Michael as nowt worse than a provoking bloke. We’re even more endeared when he admits to a secret dream of his own and is willing to challenge his own bloody-mindedness in pursuit of that dream.

De Oca skillfully portrays the courage required for Conor to tell Michael of his plans to enter the Croyden Talent Show as a country-western dancer. Michael rewards Conor’s courage by disclosing that he is himself a musician and in no time, they find they’re a team: Conor will dance to Michael’s original composition, Ballad of the Lifeguards. [BTW, I was having repeated flashbacks to a certain San Francisco bar that hosted gay line dancing – an unforgettable spectacle].

It’s all aces until Conor collides with his commitment to Zainab, who misfortunately hates men. The result is predictable: Zainab is majorly brassed off, which exacerbates Michael’s performance anxiety, and poor Conor, whose idea this was in the first place! may be left with neither musical accompaniment, a dance partner, nor even friends.

Hugo Timbrell keeps everyone’s trousers zipped and lets the characters tell the story of trust, courage, friendship, and discovery. The result is hysterically funny. I don’t normally much cotton to comedies, finding too many of them tasteless, coarse, offensive, and decidedly not funny. But have you ever heard a television laugh track?  I much prefer nails on chalkboard or elevator muzik over a television laugh track, but it gave me an important insight. Comedy may be the most difficult role for an actor to play, and only when the actor(s) is (are) exceptionally skilled is the result actually funny. And sitcoms are not known for employing exceptionally skilled actors [Robin Williams being the exception that proves the rule]. But here Hugo Tumbrill wrote a masterly script, the 3 actors were amazing, the entire creative team was brilliant, and MY LIFE AS A COWBOY was very, very funny. Oh! and I nearly forgot another essential ingredient for successful comedy: occasional aliquots of sorrow. DeOca’s depiction of Conor’s grief as his friends dropped away made my throat tighten.

And how ‘bout that brilliant creative team? Top billing must, IMHO, go to Director David Zak. In his artisanal hands the performance was tender, truthful and uproariously funny – even to the likes of me! David Zak has been a beacon in Chicago LGBTQ+ theatre for >30 years so it’s axiomatic that Open Space Arts has thrived under his furtherance.

Bravo Jade Andrews’ costume design! All three leather jackets were masterworks, and I nearly swooned at those boots!! Choreographer Kevin Chlapecka created a perfect dance for Zainab’s. Devin Meseke created just the sort of spare and accommodating set OSA’s teensy proportions requires; the wardrobe/closet was a triumph, allowing Conor’s frequent costume changes to occur onstage under Ethan Brentlinger’s accommodating lights. Zach Stinett molded a great mélange of the numerous scene-defining sounds. And as for Stage Manager Eliza Tryon, assisted by Baneet Chawla … years ago I naïvely asked a more knowledgeable friend, “what does a stage manager actually do?” their reply: “Everything.” Yup.

You gotta see MY LIFE AS A COWBOY! It’s brilliant, thought-provoking family fun. In fact, here’s a notion: this would the perfect introduction to ‘The Gay World’, one even your great-aunt Margaret from Omaha could both enjoy and understand. It is, after all, not actually about ‘The Gay World’ [don’t tell great-aunt Margaret], but simply about the complexities of human beings getting along with other human beings. Even great-aunt Margaret can’t be too scandalized by the notion that queers are human beings.

The show closed with a delightful lagniappe: a Q&A with all three actors and David Zak describing their personal journeys with MY LIFE AS A COWBOY – this is when I learned the first rehearsal was January 9. No surprise that Zak needed only 17 days for creation – Jehovah himself required but 7 for the whole megillah.

This American premiere of MY LIFE AS A COWBOY plays through February 8 at Open Space Arts Theater. Get your tickets early: OSA seats only $25!

VERY Highly Recommended!

*Extended through March 1st

Chicago is well-known for its hidden gems: speakeasies hidden behind working laundromats, restaurants located down darkened alleyways, and even theatres located in basements and converted houses. One such innocuous playhouse resides in a small, transitioned home studio, just west of the Uptown neighbourhood. Like any hidden gem in Chicago, looks can be deceiving, and the hyper-intimate 25-seat theatre that is Open Space Arts is playing anything but small as they put on the Chicago Premiere of DORIAN.

DORIAN is a thrilling, queer-forward remix of Oscar Wilde’s timeless tale, brought to life in this bold and visually stunning stage adaptation by Phoebe Eclair-Powell and Owen Horsley. In a world obsessed with beauty and power, what happens when someone is given the chance to remain perfect—forever? This modern interpretation dives headfirst into vanity, desire, and the danger of refusing to age, illuminating the darkest corners of our obsession with self-image and fame. DORIAN fuses gothic horror, biting satire, and cabaret flair into an unforgettable night of theatre.

Similar to the space it was performed in, DORIAN, directed by Aaron Holland, is one of those surprise gems woven into the fabric of the city’s neighbourhoods. The play dramatises the story of Oscar Wilde’s novel THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY in the present-day club scene, where Dorian, the main protagonist, Basil, an artist who idolises Dorian, and Henry, the aristocratic antagonist, gallivant around late 1800s London in search of art, beauty, and just a smidge of hedonism. The minimalist-maximalism of the Open Arts Space is expertly utilised by the play’s performers, Luke Gerdes as Dorian, Bosie, and others, Anthony Kayer as Henry Wotton, Oscar Wilde and others and Brian Kulaga as Basil, James, and other characters. The three performers bring the hedonism and exuberance of Wilde’s Victorian London to the modern stage with wickedly witty dialogue and a reverence for the late author. DORIAN juxtaposes THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY alongside the historical record of Wilde’s prosecution and conviction for the “gross indecency” of his relationship with the much younger Lord Alfred “Bosie” Douglas in 1895, at the height of his literary success. The two stories intertwine beautifully, with plenty of camp and sass like The Victorian Homosexual Quiz, blended with respect and reverence that Wilde himself would applaud. The performances of Gerdes’ Dorian and Kayers’ Wilde are shockingly tender, perfectly capturing the drive and desire for beauty and youth that both the author and fictional protagonist sought in Victorian London.

DORIAN is as relevant and relatable today as it was in Victorian times. The play features many of the same challenges, vices, and themes that modern-day audiences can relate to. Told with poetic prose and perfectly picturesque poses, this production is a rare gem in the Chicago theatre scene. Just as our protagonist, Dorian Gray, or the author himself, Oscar Wilde, would do, we must covet and hold on to our Chicago gems, appreciate and admire them. Youth, beauty, art, and productions are all fleeting in their world, and DORIAN is no different. DORIAN will play through December 14 at Open Space Arts (1411 W. Wilson, Chicago). Tickets are $30 and are on sale now at www.openspacearts.org.

I’m a geek, I admit it; I love seeing theatre that’s … well … real.  Like SCANDALOUS BOY – you’ve heard of Roman Emperor Hadrian, yeah? He reigned from 117 to 138 CE (that was even before Diana’s wedding!) and occasioned a slew of building projects,  epitomized by Hadrian’s Wall in Britannia. His reign was relatively peaceful and stable; this, with his continuous endeavors to make the Roman Empire more culturally rich, earned him a place on Machiavelli’s list of ‘Five Good Emperors’. [Not so great – five of 198?]

And you know that homosexual relationships were not unusual in ancient Rome, right? A Roman man (women, not so much) was free to choose sexual partners of either gender so long as he remained the active partner (the top).  In about 123AD Hadrian met Antinous, a young man (probably about 14 y/o) renowned for his beauty. Said beauty, by all the evidence that’s survived two millennia, was indeed … what? Matchless? Transcendent?  Paramount?  Check it out – of the thousands of likenesses, largely wrought in marble, 117 have survived – I’ve chosen some nice example(s) for you, and many more can be found by googling Antinous’ name. The National Museums of Liverpool states Antinous and Hadrian are the most famous homosexual couple in Roman history.  I can’t vouch for that, not having made the acquaintance of every homosexual couple in Roman history (workin’ on it!), but we’ll take their word for it, yeah?

SCANDALOUS BOY was narrated by one of those 117 surviving sculptures: the curtain rises (metaphorically; there’s no curtain at Open Space Arts) on a gorgeous man/boy standing posed artistically and clothed in naught but a dance belt. We’re still taking in this marvelous spectacle when OMG! It comes to life! And begins to tell us his story.

Antinous was a country boy, indulgently raised by an adoring mother, who was grooming him for sale to rich and stable older men. At the age of about 14 he was noticed by none other than the emperor Hadrian, traversing this corner of Greece on one of his habitual pilgrimages through his empire. In SCANDALOUS BOY, Antinous doesn’t recognize Hadrian until one of the retinue assures him that “um… yeah … he really IS the emperor.”  

Antonius’ first sexual encounter with Hadrian was, in a word, disenchanting: the emperor’s style of seduction made “wham-bam-thankyou-ma’am” seem romantic. Afterwards, sore and resentful, Antonius meets Lucius. Lucius tells Antinous that Hadrian’s sexual approach has always been like that, and he turned to new young men as soon as the current boy got ‘too old’. Antinous’ appeal will last no more three years, Lucius assures the ‘new boy’, at which time Hadrian will cast him aside … we clearly hear the ‘too’ at the end of that sentence.

Antinous, however, has no intention of being cast aside, nor of being anally assaulted for whatever period his appeal to the emperor lasts. He begins an intensive campaign to teach his lover the techniques of making love, beginning with kissing. Hadrian actively opposes each innovation, but Antinous perseveres, having a double motive: first, to teach his strait-laced lover how to do it right; and second, to prove Lucius wrong.

We fully appreciate the success of this program only after Antinous’ death, in Hadrian’s immoderate, prolonged, and (worst of all) public displays of grief. Statues of Antinous – thousands! – appeared throughout Hadrian’s Empire. Antinous was deified (he made him a god!), and a new city named Antinopolis was founded near the site of his death.  The emperor died surrounded by dozens of statues of his beloved. Not so grand as the Taj Mahal perhaps, but pretty spectacular, nonetheless.

SCANDALOUS BOY was performed by special authorization of Australian playwright David Atfield. Atfield’s writing often explores historical and emotional themes; he is especially recognized for crafting intimate, character-driven dramas, blending the personal with the political in complex ways. We can be proud that he chose Chicago, and Open Space Arts, for the international premiere of this award-winning play.

Casting was inspired. Jose Alexander Martinez was perfect as Antinous: certainly, purty enough for the part, and obviously comfortable with his nakedness (a flesh-colored dance belt with strategic sequins). But the role demanded far more than a sculpted body and a pretty face, and Martinez delivered.

Marble busts of AntoniuBritish Museum 2011s & Hadrian 

Martinez is a newbie to the Chicago theatre scene, so his excellence was a welcome novelty. But Jordan Gleaves has been in Chicago long enough that his superb performance as Hadrian was no surprise, but no less valued. Antonio Cruz was equally brilliant as Lucius – one was able to see the beautiful youth he had been behind the lonely, covetous man he’d become. Jinyue Yuna Hu brought empathic depth to the role of Sabine, Hadrian’s much-neglected wife. Marcellus’s role was brief, but Emiliano Flores demonstrated its importance.

As always at Open Space Arts I have to begin by praising Set Design. OSA is teensy (25 seats!), which is one of the [many] things I love about it, but between its size and the big honkin’ pipe running floor to ceiling in the center of the stage space, it never ceases to amaze me that anyone can actually design a set! in there. But Dylan Tye Davis does so, ably aided by Lex Newman’s lighting design.

I’m mad at Costume Designer Brett Morgan – was it really necessary to put a dance belt on Antinous?  Though I understand that, in our neighborhood, discarding it could well have incited riots. Sound Designer Santiago Quintana gave the piece a terrific collection of music for Antinous to dance to; and as for Intimacy Coordinator Christa Retka: nice. Very nice. Between them, Director Benjamin Mills and Stage Manager Marz Allswede pulled it all together into a cohesive and marvelous whole.

We’ve established that I’m a full-fledged geek; I love theatre that tells true stories, and the story of Hadrian and Antinous is verified, documented, corroborated and substantiated. Antinous complains that ‘two thousand years of standing around with no clothes on is a long time waiting to tell one’s story’ and I certainly can’t argue with that! – I can only be grateful for his forbearance.

And, just BTW: This production contains depictions of sexual content, nonconsensual acts, and physical violence. Viewer discretion is advised. Translation: Oh yeah, get online right now to buy tickets for this weekend! but please, don’t take the kids.

SCANDALOUS BOY will play weekends at Open Space Arts through June 8.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!  

*Extended through June 28th

*This review is also featured on https://www.theatreinchicago.com/! 

I’ve reviewed a number of shows at Open Space Arts (OSA) – I love the place – so I’m familiar with OSA’s attributes: unique productions that battle antisemitism and homophobia with art; premiere plays by previously-unknown writers; small, intimate venue; and, most of all, incredible talent both on- and off-stage.  it’s been ten years meets all these criteria.

Cesario Tirado-Ortiz is a playwright, actor, singer, producer (and, no doubt, pastry chef and bricklayer!), and it’s been ten years follows his tradition of telling queer stories that are not necessarily about being queer. Director Teri Talo is an actor making their directing debut with it’s been ten years, finding in this new role a chance continues using art as social remonstration.

The story is one of trauma, terror, and murky uncertainty. Ten years ago, four kids faced life-threatening (but unknown) horrors, which each of the four responded to in different ways. Allison (Noah Hinton) fled; Maude (Julia Toney) killed the perpetrator (who happened to be their brother); and Betsy (Alexis Queen) developed an … atypical eating disorder.  

Maude is ostensibly the most damaged in the group, and only with great reluctance do they agree to their former lover Betsy’s idea for group healing. Betsy brings Allison and Maude to a group retreat at a remote campsite, run by ‘therapist’ Alex Marusich, whose incompetence only begins with muddling pronouns … but that’s a significant problem with this group, as only Betsy has retained her cis-gender. Gender is a conspicuous uncertainty in it’s been ten years, but it’s by no means the most pivotal.

We never learn exactly what the original traumas entailed; we don’t know (though we can speculate) why Maude and Betsy are estranged; and hey! there were four survicors of the original trauma. Where – for that matter, who – is the fourth? Sam (Alex Marusich) doesn’t appear until late in the action, and his arrival is neither expected nor welcomed. The other three suspect that Sam must have done something infamous in response to their ordeal [whatever it was]. It must be pretty heinous to top Betsy, who witnessed the murders of her cheerleading squad, then ate them.

This seething agglomeration of distress is roused by a fortuitous thunderstorm, which not only provides appropriate auditory context (sound design Kiera Battles) but knocks out the camp’s electricity, so the remainder of the action is lit by lightning flashes (lighting design Lex Newman). Video clips (Shane Hogan) provide glimpses of the characters’ past lives, and production stage manager Mary Dixon brings it all together in this dark, cramped, rather spooky basement venue – perfect for this tale of horror, desolation and self-recrimination.

it's been ten years since everybody died plays at Open Space Arts through April 6

*Extended through April 19th

Recommended!    

*This review is also featured on https://www.theatreinchicago.com/!

Open Space Arts presents a premiere performance of Michael McKeever’s MR PARKER. Like everything I’ve seen at Open Space Arts (OSA), the acting was superlative: kudos to Andrew Kain Miller (Terry), Riley Capp (Justin), and Mary Ann Bowman (Cassie)! and their maneuverability in the confined space displayed expert blocking by Director/Producer/(EverythingElse-Er) David G. Zak.

The story of a widow just beginning to emerge from mourning is a familiar shared experience, bringing us immediately into rapport with Terry (Andrew Kain Miller). The complications of his journey are just as classical: his ambivalence toward accepting what the far-younger Justin (Riley Capp) is offering, and the affirmation of his doubts by Cassie (Mary Ann Bowman), his sister-in-law and sole remaining family.

It bears repetition: the cast as a whole was amazing. As usual however, I have a favorite: Riley Capp was singularly convincing as young Justin. From his first appearance Capp was compelling, maintaining Justin’s manic energy to the end – a fairly difficult bit of stagecraft, at that. Honestly, I loved his work – this isn’t simply faghag inclination toward a perfectly adorable faggot (Justin – I’ve no clue about Riley).

I have a special affection for Chicago’s small storefront theatres. I love being engulfed in the performers’ pheromone cloud. More significantly, I am consistently awestruck at the excellence of the casts and production crews in these presumably insignificant venues, rivalling – even surpassing – the large professional productions in the Loop and other glittering venues. I applaud David G. Zak for bringing his long mastery to work with the Second City’s abundance of unsung prodigies.

MR PARKER explores many universal questions and themes: how do love and sexuality interact? how, when, and for how long should grief be expressed? how does personal loss affect one’s other relationships? what are the ‘acceptable’ age boundaries for couples? And, most importantly (to me, any road), how do unspoken mandates and exigencies prevent our aging with joy?

I’m always amazed at how skillfully Open Space Arts’ production crew utilizes the restricted and compromised (6” pipe through centre stage? 6.5’ ceiling?) space. But clearly Set Designer Anna Burke and Lighting Designer Lex Newmane see these not as flaws but as creative challenges, which they most assuredly rise to. Stage Manager Lauren Littlejohn, with Assistant Kate Schnetzer, keep the company focused, despite three (three!) entrances and a ceiling that brushes heads. Open Space Arts is a classic Chicago storefront theater; one isn’t just seeing a play but enjoying a unique theatrical experience. Oh yeah! Angela Joy Baldasare managed Sound Design, and Intimacy Coordinator Greta Zandstra artfully demonstrated the complexity of emotional relationships.

It's my opinion that MR PARKER would benefit from a bit of judicious editing. Much of the script flowed evenly but some transitions were more ragged.  In particular I found some of Terry’s (Andrew Kain Miller) solo scenes superfluous – though my companion was most moved by Terry’s soliloquies… de gustibus non disputandum, n’est-ce pas? Personally, I would have liked to see more of and about Cassie (Mary Ann Bowman) … or maybe I just lusted after her wardrobe! especially that luscious black blouse with pave-set rhinestones at the neckline and cuffs. Can I have it when you’re done with it, Costume Designer Benjamin Mills??

Overall, I recommend MR PARKER as an excellent theatrical experience. I think perhaps my enjoyment was enhanced by events immediately preceding and following the play – repeated instances of the kindness of strangers. Certainly, that is welcome in today’s political zeitgeist.

MR PARKER is playing at Open Space Arts through March 2nd – plenty of time to get a ticket, and a wonderful choice for Valentine’s Day!

My companion was apprehensive about the press release’s statement that “… the two-person cast will play all characters and will even share certain characters.”  “How can that work?” she wondered. “How will we know which character is speaking?”

I told her, “Wait and see.”  I had no such doubts; I’ve seen several shows at Open Space Arts and been consistently impressed at how well the company overcomes its multiple challenges, not the least of which is its extremely small space, further circumscribed by the 6-inch diameter pipe running floor to ceiling in the center of the stage space. It requires a nimble and imaginative company to not simply overcome this hindrance, but actually incorporate it into the action.

Eliana Deckner-Glick as Andrea (et al) and Artem Kreimer as her grandfather Max (and others) flowed seamlessly through their multiple roles; at times even switching to Kreimer playing Andrea and Deckner-Glick as Max. But no matter how quickly and how completely they fluctuated, at no point was I ever in doubt as to ‘who’ was speaking.

How on earth did they do it?

First, of course, is via the actors’ skill. Their vocal repertories were only one aspect of their transformations: posture, gait, facial expression, even temperament were all faithfully conveyed as Deckner-Glick modified Andrea to a clerk, and Kreimer transitioned from Max to a librarian and … and and and! It was uncanny how realistic the conversions were, especially as the evolution was usually made in mere seconds. Brava/o!

But even the most sensational acting could not have passed muster without the masterful direction of Izadorius Tortuga. I was stunned to learn that THE BERLIN DIARIES was Tortuga’s Chicago directing debut! The four years at Carnegie Mellon earning his BFA were clearly very well spent. The blocking and staging alone was ingenious as, in collaboration with Stage Manager Sean Smyth, magic was made in that meagre space.

Scenic Designer Viscaya Wilson supported the show’s authenticity by creating a plausible and effective space that generated copious domains, from Andrea’s NYC apartment to the snowy streets of Berlin. I loved the family tree that covered one wall, linked to maps of various destinations in South America, Europe and Palestine, as well as New York City and, of course, Berlin. These features came alive with Gabe Seplow’s Lighting and Valerio Gardner’s Sound.

Andrea Stolowitz is an internationally produced playwright, known for her unflinching approach to difficult issues in service of deepening social understanding. Her work is often heartbreaking, and THE BERLIN DIARIES certainly falls into that category.  The play is autobiographical, triggered by Stolowitz reading the diary her great-grandfather kept while living as a Jew in Berlin during the rise of Hitler and the beginning of World War II. The entries were specifically intended for and addressed to his descendants, often beginning with phrases like “My beloveds ….” Excerpts read throughout the play artfully served to encompass and embrace the audience, drawing us into Andrea’s clan.

Andrea’s parents told her that all members of their family had escaped the Holocaust, but in the diary her family’s genealogy becomes more mysterious the deeper she digs, raising far more questions than it answers. Frustrated yet fascinated, Andrea recognizes that these unanswered questions may reveal a far more significant history than the kindly, comfortable accounts that have become family legend. Andrea travels to Berlin seeking clarification and is increasingly troubled as her research adds one name after another to the list of ancestors who were verschollen: lost, like a library book.

I really haven’t committed too many spoilers here; this is the bare outline of THE BERLIN DIARIES, and when you see the play – and I HIGHLY RECOMMEND! You do – you’ll be as awestruck as I was for the grim experiences and searing disclosures Andrea is led to by her great-grandfather’s diaries.

THE BERLIN DIARIES plays at Open Space Arts through January 5

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!

I chose to review LIGHT SWITCH because the play sounded intriguing, and also because every production I’ve seen at Open Space Arts (OSA) has been excellent. OSA can be relied upon to deliver thought-provoking, enlightening and captivating pieces played by super-talented actors. LIGHT SWITCH was no exception.

LIGHT SWITCH tells the story of Henry, an autistic gay man, across a span of twenty years; the chronicle is both sidesplitting and heartrending. Phillip Andrew Monnett plays Henry in his journey from a taunted and ridiculed child to a PhD student (19th century English literature, to be precise). His dorm roommate Rogie (Henry DelBello) urges him to parties where he’ll meet men; and Rogie’s right; Henry meets several men, [all depicted by Dylan McCumber], none of whom Henry finds suitable except Joseph, played by Peter Manuel Young. Flashbacks help to flesh out Henry’s character by providing insight into Henry’s upbringing, and Hilary Hensler was awesome as his mother Marian.

Playwright Dave Osmundsen is himself autistic, and LIGHT SWITCH presents an accurate and sympathetic portrayal of autism. The scenes depicting the inadvertently devastating reactions of his well-meaning but exasperated mother were as excellent as they were wrenching. Unlike too many representations of autistic people (I’m looking at you, Sony Picture’s The Good Doctor), LIGHT SWITCH avoided many of the tired stereotypes about autistic people, while faithfully sketching many genuine traits … though we must remember that autistic people are not cookie-cutter concordant! For example, Henry’s obsession with Victorian literature is unique, but his penchant for replication is fairly common among autistic people, which we see in his repetition of certain phrases and in ways that overlap with his unique obsession, like having 18 copies of Wuthering Heights.

Monnett was spectacular in the extensive and challenging role of Henry. He deftly maintained the rigid behaviors that are typical of autism while allowing us to follow Henry’s growth as a character. Through Osmundsen's script and Monnett's portrayal, we get to see Henry experience a full range of emotion, from subtle to expansive, something that is rarely afforded to autistic characters but is absolutely part of the experience of autistic people. I attended this show with an autistic friend and there was one scene where this portrayal of emotion didn't quite ring true for them. During the pivotal argument between Rogie and Henry, Henry's emotional state changes quickly multiple times - from anger to curiosity to sadness to decisiveness. It would be more typical for someone with autism to remain in the same emotional state throughout, but here the action of the script dictated moving the story forward a bit more rapidly.

Henry DelBello’s Rogie was purely delightful. Rogie’s steadfast devotion to Henry throughout their seven years together was depicted with poignant authenticity. DelBello gave Rogie a spontaneity and vivacity that brightened the stage with each appearance. I’m usually obnoxed by scenes of drunken rambling, but DelBello never allowed me to feel anything but affection for Rogie. For his part, Peter Manuel Young played the complex character of Joseph admirably. His “promiscuity” was balanced by his obvious fondness for whatever man he was currently making advances towards.

I’m always impressed by how well OSA’s tech crews manage within the teensy stage space available at Open Space Arts! I also noted that they created stadium-style seating by placing folding chairs in front, desk chairs in the second row, and counter stools at the back – so clever! But getting back to the production crew: Michael D Graham directed (with Assistant Shakir Methune), and they did an amazing job, particularly with blocking out the movements of actors and set pieces.  

That being said, I thought the set change blackouts in Act 1 were too frequent; this might have been alleviated by working with Set Designer Rick Paul to minimize the furniture. Less pieces to move about, as we saw with the transitions to and from the Cabin set, would smooth out the action. The books in the background were important to reflect the intense but narrow scope of Henry’s erudition, but beyond that the set only really required those pieces where the actors needed to sit or lie down. That’s my fondness for the minimalist approach to set design talking, but shorter and fewer complex set rearrangements would definitely mitigate the choppiness that distracted me throughout Act 1.

Intimacy Director Greta Zandstra had their work cut out for themselves, as intimacy was a critical issue for Henry. Zandstra did a fine job of balancing Henry’s general fluency with gay sex against his individual disinclination for physical touch. Rogie’s influence was certainly key in this sphere!

A play entitled LIGHT SWITCH could have supported many interesting possibilities for Lighting Designer Justin Walker, but they chose to stick to the basics, and it worked fine. Costume Designer Adie Sutherland had more limited scope to work within, but Rogie’s underpants were terrific! Alex Kingsley’s music was both powerful and plausible. And last but not least: kudos to Stage Manager Joey Bluhm and Producer David Zak.

The term ‘neurodivergent’ was introduced in the early 90’s as an alternative to deficit-based language, e.g. “disorder.” The neurodivergent paradigm is based on the idea that autism and other developmental conditions are differences to be embraced, rather than diseases to be cured.  Thus “neurodiversity” may refer to all people because everyone has a unique way of processing information. To neurodiversity proponents, people are disabled because they are at the edges of the bell curve, not because they are sick or broken. Controversy has arisen among disability advocates, some of whom argue this risks downplaying the suffering experienced by some autistic individuals, and normalizing things some might want treatment for.

The neurodiversity movement emerged largely via online interaction, as the Internet’s design was compatible with the needs of many autistic people. Within the scientific community, autism research may sometimes be too eager to interpret differences as deficits, though a focus on masking autistic traits may be ethically questionable, as some recent studies associate excessive masking with poor mental health, even suicide. The neurodiversity movement attempts to keep autism and its like away from the ‘pathology paradigm’. Stigma against neurodivergence (especially against autism) can severely hinder an individual's ability to perform well in the education system and the workplace.

I heartily celebrate the increasing recognition and understanding of neurodiversity, where the arts provide a critical canvas with plays like LIGHT SWITCH. I’ve learned from seeing the play and discussing it with my autistic companion. The mission of Open Space Arts is to “foster inclusivity, promote understanding, and empower marginalized communities … through the transformative power of creativity and cultural expression”. You certainly accomplished that here, OSA!

LIGHT SWITCH plays at OSA through September 29. I strongly recommend you check it out!

*Extended through October 13th

Those were my first words when I left the performance of COCK to David Zak, producer and resident wizard of Open Space Arts, and he dared me to say it in my review so—here you go, DZ!

But COCK truly is. F***king amazing, I mean. Really.

I’ll introduce the venue first: Open Space Arts (OSA) is ‘dedicated to combating homophobia and antisemitism through the transformative power of creativity and cultural expression’. Nothing to argue with there! OSA Theatre is the quintessential Chicago ‘black box theatre’, and one of the smallest I’ve attended: only about 20 seats, with a stage about the size of my living room (which is pretty bloody small!) … plus, right smack in the center of the stage is this big ol’ vertical drainpipe. I always love seeing how companies work with and around the oddities and idiosyncrasies of their space, and Director Wren Wesner did a singularly splendid job with COCK.

The script: written (or premiered, anyway) in 2008 by British playwright Mike Bartlett, this is the Chicago debut. There are four characters: John (Eliot Hall), his long-time lover M (Kevin Woodrow), M’s father F (Michael Lomenick), and a woman John connects with, W (Sonya Robinson) [Obviously Man, Woman, and Father].  

And the story: John comes home to M after two weeks silent absence. The first act is John and M’s discussion of his absence and the past, present, and future of their relationship, where we establish that John has spent those two weeks with W, a woman he met passing on the street (albeit not a streetwalker) and very rapidly grew very attached to. John and M’s tête-à-tête culminates with John promising M he’ll break it off with W.

But the minute he’s away from M John starts vacillating … who is he anyway? What is he? Is he gay? he’s only ever had sex with men, but this woman is so attractive, and her ‘gap’ (we hear many appellations for this female characteristic, most of them from M and most of them unattractive) … did you get lost there? Sorry. I’m talking about John’s impression of W’s gap (she says that while John gets a hard on, she gets a gap-on) which, much to his surprise—and to ours, particularly having heard M’s singularly negative view — (not to mention our pre-conceived assumption of gay mens’ associations thereof) is a singularly positive impression.  [thank Someone for periods—the punctuation kind, not the gap kind—else that sentence might still be driveling on].

I’m not doing a very coherent job of this, am I? but that’s OK, cos this somewhat chaotic narrative is not inconsistent with the flavor of COCK – not that COCK is incoherent, and it’s certainly not drivel! but it did follow a circuitous course, with Bartlett leaving to us the responsibility of making sense of it all. Because that is just what John finds himself unable to do. Like a fundamentalist Christian, he’s desperately seeking a synopsis, a definitive sobriquet, a Revelation that will define What’s What—and thereby What’s Right and What’s Wrong. What a terrific query for election year 2024! How did Mike Bartlett know we’d need this right now? Luckily David Zak and co-producer Elayne LeTraunik did know, and they brought it to life at OSA to assist us in figuring out WTF is What with American democracy!

But I digress (no surprise there). Back to COCK.

The title is provocative; shouldn’t it be COCK & GAP? But no, the title refers to John’s confusion as to where said cock feels most at home. Some Brit producers called it COCKFIGHT—not inappropriate.

John certainly seems to be gay:  he’s had none but male sex partners all his life, his relationship with M is long-term and committed, he’s never felt any attraction to womankind … until W. So just what is John? Bi? [Though for him it’s more like Gay+1.] Naturally John has thought about What He’s Missing: having kids, belonging to the mainstream community, living a “normal” life … and so on and so forth, you know the drill.

Solution: Invite W to a dinner party where, over roast beef and red wine John will… will what? By the time it actually happens he’s promised both M and W that he will give the others their marching orders. Then the situation is further snarled by M announcing he’s invited his dad for moral support. F brings a surfeit of additional issues as well as additional attitudes to the issues already under review.

So, the story boils down to John making a Decision … does he stick with the gay relationship he knows, the man he loves, and a place that’s at least familiar, or will he choose a ‘normal’, mainstream life with this woman he can’t stop craving? Choose, John! Make a decision!

But wait! This decision is about an issue that they—we!—fervently believe is not a decision but an inborn trait! Decades of blood sweat and tears by LGBTQ activists, mental health professionals, religious leaders, and politicians has finally brought us to the widespread understanding that homosexuality (like heterosexuality) is not a choice, it’s a predilection that everyone is born with and that nobody can just change. So, in asking John to Decide, what happens to that issue? Do we bring back the conversion therapies, restore homosexuality to the DSM, return Anita Bryant to her pulpit, fire all the gay teachers and court-martial the gay soldiers? All just so John can decide where to put his cock?

The acting is extraordinary, beginning with Eliot Hall, who brings authenticity to and elicits sympathy for John’s emotional turmoil. Hall makes us see that John is not just a wishy-washy waffler; he’s genuinely torn, flummoxed by a question he never imagined he’d be obliged to answer … after all, no one should!  He projects intense chemistry with both M and W, spotlighting the degree of his conundrum.

Hall’s admirable performance is more than matched by Kevin Woodrow. M’s bewilderment is fully as unsettling as John’s, with the additional distress of total helplessness. There’s nothing M can do to resolve the situation, or even to influence it; he can only wait until John acts. And bake cheesecake. Woodrow illuminates this ferment, while never letting us (or John!) forget that John is the love of his life.  Woodrow also has terrific comedic sense. The entire script is full of wonderful metaphors, which Woodrow delivers flawlessly, bringing down the house with: “There’s so much emotional crap that orbits you, like you’re collecting space junk.” 

Sonya Robinson is a worthy foil – her performance illustrates the unenviable position W is in: unintentionally, reluctantly, involuntarily, she has fallen in love with this stranger, only to find she must fight for him in a battle she is personally disinclined for. W offers John both passion and compassion. My initial, natural proclivity was to root for M (anyone surprised by this hasn’t been reading my reviews), but Robinson made me understand her better and, if not favor her cause, at least appreciate what John saw in her. And, just BTW, she is NOT mannish!

F is in the action for only a fraction of the 90-minute run, but Michael Lomenick makes the most of that time. Lomenick reads through the script to his unwavering love for his son, both his sons. F brings us an historical aspect; he remembers the times of persecution and prison and as a father is relieved that his sons need not face this oppression.

My companion is new to Chicago theatre, especially the storefront sites; afterwards he told me he had assumed that such a small theatre would mount a “small” production. I laughed and told him, “This is Chicago, cher. There’s fully as much talent in the storefronts as at Goodman or Nederlander”, and he couldn’t but agree, particularly regarding the acting. I expect high-quality acting in the black boxes, but Lomenick, Robinson, Woodrow, and Hall [sounds like the name of a law firm innit?] sailed over even that high-placed bar.

Justin Walker managed the lighting, collaborating with Sound director Angela Joy Baldasare to signal scene changes with light and sound. Director Wren Wesner, with Teri Talo as Assistant, did a totally brilliant job with blocking; the physical space afforded them no other manner of defining scenes, and their magic let us clearly see the apartment: from the foyer, through the living room and back to the outdoor deck, as well as illustrating fluctuating moods and relationships. Talo was also Assistant to Stage Manager Desiree Stypinski; together they maintained the scaffolding for a magnificent production.

I must give a shoutout to Intimacy Coordinator Greta Zandstra: the sex was hot as hell, without a stitch of clothing shed or a single physical touch. Bravo! Masterfully done!

COCK is totally hilarious, and none of the humor is too British for us colonials. But the story is ultimately a tragedy, for John is facing the impossible; deciding whose heart he will break—including his own. No spoilers! but it’s a devilishly difficult situation, innit? and a theme with emotional, societal, political, and personal ramifications. I’ll be thinking about COCK for a long time.

And today I’m HIGHLY RECOMMENDING it!

COCK plays through May 11th at Open Space Arts

SUNSETS: TWO ACTS ON A BEACH is a long-lost diamond by unsung genius Cal Yeomans. Yeomans, despite his myriad talents (playwright, poet, actor, artist, educator, lecturer, photographer, real estate investor, land developer, and philanthropist) was an unfortunate example of the prophet in his own land: only posthumously are his masterful contributions recognized as vital to the post-Stonewall / pre-AIDS gay theatre genre. Maybe he was a visionary; before his work as well as his life were extinguished in 2001 by AIDS he is quoted as saying: "Perhaps in years to come some young queen will find [my writings] in an old trunk bought at an auction, will read [them] and say, 'My God! Was that the way it was? Times sure have changed.' Let us pray for that anyway".

Happily, for us, Director David Zak is not an unsung genius; over three decades of work in Chicago theatre he’s amassed a mantel-full of Jeff Awards, including a special Jeff for “Fostering Diversity in Chicago Theatre”. If you’ve read my reviews, you’ll know that counts for a lot with me!  He served as Artistic Director at Bailiwick Repertory for yonks and, with co-Director Elayne LeTraunik, has taken Open Space Arts under his creative wing. OSA’s mission is to ‘foster inclusivity, promote understanding, and empower marginalized communities’ through various artistic mediums [media? – whatever].

Open Space Arts Theatre is an exemplar of the tiny storefront theatres I adore: on Wilson just east of Clark in, yes, a storefront, OSAT can seat maybe 40, if some people sit on the stairs. Director Zak was at the door to greet patrons, Lighting Designer Justin Walker offered his arm to make sure I didn’t come to grief on the stairs; and there I was, where I love best to watch theatre: immersed in the cast’s pheromone cloud.

Rick Paul gave us a perfect set, keeping it minimalist with creative multi-tasking – the table did service as a couch, a beach, a bed – and even a table!  And I loved Zach Stinnet’s playlists, recalling Donna Summers’ era dance tunes.

Costume Designer Zahrah Agha did a superb job with drag queen persona Henrietta’s gowns & etcetera, but I’m afraid I have a bone to pick with both Agha and Intimacy Designer Greta Zandstra: the press release promised nudity, but they kept their damned dance belts on – drat! and similar ejaculations!

The play is exactly what its title betokens:  two acts, on a beach, at sunset. Act One has a cast of one – John Cardone as Henry. His monologue was superb, with reminiscences ranging from droll to somber, sultry to sassy, superficial to analytical. Henry spoke several times of Him, trying to make light of but unable to conceal his anguish as he describes His defection for a younger, cuter model.

Henry was once Henrietta, a high-end drag act; now he’s “living with my mom … and that’s alright, really!” but we can’t help fearing the lady doth protest just a smidgen too much. Any road, it’s here at the beach that Henry has discovered his calling, a very special ministry. I won’t describe his precise methods, but he plies them here on the beach … or, more precisely, in the beach men’s room. As he follows the latest supplicant through the door marked MEN he delivers his final line, the title of the Act One: “The Line Forms to the Rear”.

There’s no intermission – both acts together are just over an hour – and we move right on to John (Chris Sylvie). Like Henry, John comes pretty regularly to this beach, usually at about sunset. We assume that John, like Henry, has undergone something of a reversal of fortune; from The Big City (“No, not Miami!” he tells Dan) to this small Florida town … but here he has the beach, and it’s here he meets Dan (Aaron Cappello).

Dan is Everyman and is doing pretty well for himself – nice construction job, nice wife, two nice kids – but apparently there’s something missing, cos it sure doesn’t take long for John and Dan to progress from badinage to BJ … after which Dan abruptly leaves and John’s sitting alone again on the beach months later; he’s almost given up on Dan when suddenly there he is again!

Their accidental meetings cum trysts become increasingly intimate but continue to end with Dan’s precipitous withdrawal (no, through the door … yeah). As their encounters become more and more visceral our concern grows: what will happen to John if Dan totally freaks out …?  But [spoiler!] Act Two also has a happy ending, with Dan and John serenaded by chanteuse Henrietta (John Cardone again, in full kit) singing The Man I Love.

It’s very difficult to describe this brief but compelling production without spoilers – I’m starting them already! – so you’re just going to have to trust me: see SUNSET: TWO ACTS ON A BEACH. Really. See it. You will so not be sorry.

*Extended through Sunday, March 3rd