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As a lifelong aficionado of the ill-fated ocean liner RMS Titanic, I’ve always gravitated toward any experience that would leave me feeling immersed in that famous moment of an era that nobody any of us knows anymore is alive to remember. I’ve watched every grainy, dated video interview with actual survivors of the shipwreck I can find on YouTube. I’ve even listened to audio rips of ancient vinyl interviews with others who were there and who lived. One of the several times I saw James Cameron’s Hollywood opus during its initial 1997 theatrical run was seated on the flooded floor of an overbooked movie house during a torrential rainstorm; it was like virtual reality, but way soggier!

I’ve learned all I can about the unfathomable chain of events that left the liner many fathoms below the Atlantic. And I’ve tried just as hard to learn about that long-gone period in which the wealthy crossed seas on boats instead of private jets, and immigrants did the same to an America that once welcomed them. But despite the books and the videos and the museum exhibits, April 15, 1912, seems as long ago as Gettysburg or the pyramids.

That’s why I truly appreciated and enjoyed the Marriott Theatre’s current run of Maury Yeston and Peter Stone’s Tony-winning Titanic: The Musical. Instead of awing me with titanic recreations of the floating behemoth like Cameron’s film or an array of sunken artifacts recovered from the seabed over two miles below, this production directed and choreographed by Connor Gallagher made me think about the things that were really lost on that calm April night. The somethings, actually. The someones. 1,517 someones.

Utilizing the Marriott’s theater-in-the-round setup, Gallagher lets his cast—the people on board the boat—bring this early-20^th-century story well into the 21^st. And what a cast he brings along for the cruise!

But first, we feasted. The Marriott has transformed its Three Embers Restaurant into the White Star Grill. Featuring food that would’ve been served to the passengers of the White Star Line’s crown jewel, the eponymous Titanic, I was already being time-warped back to 1912 before I’d set foot in the theater proper. Braised short rib. Wood fired lamb. Poached king salmon. Chicken lyonnaise. It was all food a gourmand of the time might have expected prepared as they sailed the Atlantic. And they would’ve approved of the Marriott’s take on the fare. What a way to start a night out!

Waldorf Pudding at the White Star Grill

As dinner digested, we met the folks who, in less than two hours, would either be among the 706 survivors of the disaster, or the more than twice as many who’d be listed among the dead.

Of course, there were the famous figures—famous in their time because of their social status and still famous because of their choice of transportation. There were Guggenheims and there were Astors. And just as rich, but as charming in their humility as they were onscreen and seem to have been in reality, were Isidor and Ida Straus, the elderly couple who co-founded Macy’s and who went down, together, with the ship. Mark David Kaplan’s Isidor was lovable, while his wife Ida, who’d loved him for over forty years, was played by Heidi Kettenring, whose vocal performances throughout the show were breathtaking.

Those known for the responsibility of Titanic’s existence and demise were well represented, as well. David Girolmo’s Captain Smith was as stoic and somber as the ancient mariner he already was on what was to be his final voyage after Titanic’s maiden trip. Christopher Kale Jones’ builder of the boat, Thomas Andrews, looked more haunted and heartbroken as the fate of his creation and himself sank in. And Adam Pelty played J. Bruce Ismay, head of the White Star Line, and as close to a villain as the story has, all business and bully and bluster as the boat makes its way toward the tale’s true villain, the iceberg.

Heidi Kettenring and Mark David Kaplan in Titaninc: The Musical at Marriott Theatre

But just as it was with the actual Titanic, the many other people along for the ride made the whole thing human, made it real, made us feel like we were there. If anyone could be called a hero in this story without any, it would be stoker Frederick Barrett, played by Darian Goulding. Goulding’s got the most fleshed-out storyline and maybe the most musical lines, too, and he makes the most of them with a wonderful voice and a way of portraying a guy from the days of coal-powered steam engines.

Another everyday person looking to make it across the pond is with-child Irishwoman Kate McGowan, played by Erica Stephan, who seems to fit into every role and production she’s part of. James Earl Jones II and Lillian Castillo also wow as American couple Edgar and Alice Beane who try to blend in with the other passengers, but who instead steal the spotlight with their own wonderful musical numbers. Another couple in love played by Francesca Mehrotra and Will Lidke were maybe my favorite vocalists of the evening, although Matthew Hommel’s dual roles as boy telegrapher Harold Bride and bandmaster Wallace Hartley reserved for him two of the evening’s best songs.

And, backing all of these varied performances and the ongoing score was as tight a Marriott orchestra as I’ve heard, conducted by Brad Haak.

When you head to Marriott Theatre’s Titanic: The Musical—playing now until June 1—you won’t find priceless trinkets plucked from the ocean floor, nor will you find lifelike walls of riveted steel. But you will find a lovely dinner followed by a truly immersive night to remember as you meet some of the people who lived, and who didn’t, on that calm Atlantic evening over 113 years ago.

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Brian Friel’s “Translations,” now playing at Writers Theatre in Glencoe, IL, shows off the renowned Irish playwright’s signature skill in creating a stage full of memorable characters, 10 in this case, each with depth sufficient to fuel their dramatic paths.

“Translations” as Friel tells us, “has to do with language and only language.” Though written and played almost entirely in English, the Irish speak with brogues to “represent” that they are actually speaking in Irish; the British speak in a more formal King’s English. On stage, under the accomplished direction of Braden Abraham and dialect coach Eva Breneman, it becomes clear that Irish is being spoken, and when the few English speakers appear, that the two groups do not understand each other.

Friel treats us to a compelling story line—a love triangle—against a backdrop of an overwhelming British culture, bulldozing its way across the neighboring emerald isle. Set in 1833 in the mythical town of Baile Beag (Anglicized as “Ballybeg”), the action takes place in a “hedge school,” a form of resistance to this British cultural hegemony.

Hedge schools were illegal underground tutoring centers where the Irish adults would go to study ancient Greek and Roman classics, translating them and discussing them in their native Irish tongue.

Indeed, the play is very much about translated language. At the hedge school, we hear Hugh (Kevin Gudahl), a teacher at the hedge school and student Jimmy Jack (Jonathan Weir) reading Homer and Virgil and discussing comparative renderings in Irish. The only English word Jimmy Jack has bothered to learn is “bosom.”

English military cartographers have arrived in Baile Beag to map out the area, and set about developing Anglicized versions of the Irish names for the notable geographic features, rivers, valleys, streams, hills, etc. One character, Owen (Casey Hoekstra) who was born in Baile Beag but left years ago, has returned on retainer to the British as a translator whenever the British want to make themselves understood, or to hear from the locals. Owen also helps Lieutenant Yolland (Erik Hellman), known as “George” for most of the play, in the Anglicizing process.

In one incisive scene Owen explains to George the etymology of a place name for a crossroads: 

“We call that crossroads Tobair Vree. And why do we call it Tobair Vree? I’ll tell you why. Tobair means ‘a well.’ But what does Vree mean? It’s a corruption of Brian—an erosion of Tobair Bhriain. Because a hundred-and-fifty years ago there used to be a well there, not at the crossroads, mind you—that would be too simple—but in a field close to the crossroads. And an old man called Brian, whose face was disfigured by an enormous growth, got it into his head that the water in that well was blessed; and every day for seven months he went there and bathed his face in it. But the growth didn’t go away; and one morning Brian was found drowned in that well . And ever since that crossroads is known as Tobair Vree—even though that well has long since dried up.”

With the weightiness of its backstory, though, “Translations” is primarily entertaining and very funny. “Honest to God,” says one of the hedge school students, Maire (Julia Rowley), “some people aren’t happy unless they are miserable.” The characters are witty, and concerned with the life at hand, not the downside of British dominance.

In the course of the play, our British cartographer, George, falls for Maire, but neither can understand each other at first. We watch them learning bits of each other's languages. This relationship is also complicated by the presence of another hedge school teacher, Manus (Andrew Mueller), who expects Maire to marry him.

The scenes in which George expresses his ardor for Maire in language unintelligible to her are priceless. Over several meetings, they gradually learn some of each other’s language. It’s also notable that Maire abandons the hedge schoo, seeing her future in speaking English and emigrating to England. For Maire, George is her ticket to another life. George, on the other hand, has fallen for Ireland, and sees his future there, with Maire. Neither understands the other's motivation.

At one point, we hear Owen translating an address by Captain Landry (Gregory Linington) to the gathered hedge school students. Since Owen’s “Irish” translation is rendered in English by the playwright’s design, we see a complete disconnect between what Captain Landry states, and the way Owen delivers to the students.
Ultimately there are clashes borne of the magisterial power of the English over the Irish, and this forms a fiery underlay to the human drama playing out.

Set by Andrew Boyce and costumes by James Pytal are excellent. Kudos to dramaturg Bobby Kennedy for his work in identifying this lesser known Friel script. (The playwright’s best known work is probably “Dancing at Lughnasa,” brought to film with Meryl Streep in 1998.) A shout-out for the work of casting director Katie Galetti, CSA, who cast a wide net for the talent on stage. Performances by Andrew Mueller as Manus and Casey Hoekstra as Owen (the two are brothers) are particularly noteworthy, as was Julia Rowley as Sarah, a student with a speech impediment. I have to say I loved watching the angry student Bridget (Chloe Baldwin).

“Translations runs through May 4, 2025 at Writers Theater in Glenco, and comes highly recommended.

In a masterful stroke of programming, Steppenwolf Theatre Company presents the Chicago premiere of "The Book of Grace," Suzan-Lori Parks' incendiary companion piece to her Pulitzer Prize-winning "Topdog/Underdog." Director Steve H. Broadnax III has crafted a searing production that peels back the layers of American family dysfunction with surgical precision.

Set in a small Texas border town, the play centers on an explosive triangle: Grace, played with luminous warmth by Zainab Jah, a waitress who fills her notebook with life's quiet moments of beauty, collecting them like precious stones to ward off darker thoughts.; her husband Vet (Brian Marable), a soon-to-be-honored border patrol agent, maintains order with an iron grip that hints at something more dangerous beneath the surface, and Vet's estranged son Buddy (ensemble member Namir Smallwood), whose arrival ignites a powder keg of long-suppressed trauma.

Parks, who won a Pulitzer for "Topdog/Underdog," has crafted something remarkable here - a play that feels both intimately personal and sweepingly political. She uses this family's dysfunction as a lens to examine larger American wounds: the violence we inherit, the borders we create, the ways we fail to protect what we claim to love.

Zainab Jah, bearing an uncanny resemblance to a young Cicely Tyson, delivers a tour de force performance as Grace. Her portrayal is pure magic embodied, infusing the character with an effervescent optimism that makes her eventual disillusionment all the more devastating. As the rigid patriarch Vet, Brian Marable brings a chilling authority to the role, while Namir Smallwood's Buddy simmers with contained rage, his every gesture a loaded gun waiting to go off.

Parks' script continues her exploration of fractured American identity and familial bonds. Where "Topdog" examined the relationship between brothers through the lens of historical reenactment, "Grace" turns its gaze to the combustible dynamics between fathers and sons, set against the backdrop of America's ongoing border crisis.

The circular stage becomes a cage in Broadnax III's hands. With audience members boxing in the action from all sides, the performers have nowhere to hide – much like the fractured family they portray. It's claustrophobic and intense, exactly as it should be. As the drama unfolds in Steppenwolf's intimate arena, you can feel the tension building like a pot about to boil over. The production strips away theatrical artifice to expose the raw nerves of a family—and by extension, a nation—at war with itself.

What emerges is a gothic horror story dressed in kitchen-sink realism, where the monsters aren't supernatural beings but the ghosts of American history itself: racism, violence, and the cyclical nature of trauma. Parks continues to prove herself one of American theater's most vital voices, crafting work that refuses easy answers while demanding we confront our most uncomfortable truths.

"The Book of Grace" may be a companion to "Topdog/Underdog," but it stands as its own testament to Parks' genius—a play that grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go until its devastating final moments. In the hands of this exceptional ensemble, it's not just theater; it's an exorcism of American demons that feels more relevant now than ever.

Some plays entertain. Others leave scars. Suzan-Lori Parks' "The Book of Grace" belongs firmly in the second category, delivering a gut-punch of a production that lingers long after the house lights come up.

Highly Recommended

When: Through May 18

Where: Steppenwolf Theatre 1650 N. Halsted

Running time: 1 hour, 35 minutes

Tickets: $20 - $110 ($15.00 student tickets)

www.steppenwolf.org/tickets--events/

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

Dance performances can often be moving events but rarely do they hold the density, breadth and depth of emotions Giordano Dance Chicago’s (GDC) Spring engagement encompassed Friday night at the Harris Theater.  Part tribute, part commemoration of a milestone, and a total celebration of life, Soaring: Life, Light and Legacy spanned the gamut of all the things that can be interpreted more eloquently through the beauty of the arts.

Nan Giordano, celebrating her 40^th year at the helm of the dance company her father, Gus, created 62 years ago, lost her son and only child Keenan Giordano Casey suddenly and unexpectedly last year.  Each of the six dances performed in the Spring lineup touched on, either directly or tangentially, an aspect relating to these two events.  The skill in which GDC accomplished this feat makes the title given to the program a quiet touch of genius.

Opening with the first public performance of Sana, a work created from the verdant and sometimes ground shifting imagination of Al Blackstone, the dance centers on the notion of healing by striking notes reverberating with lightness and possibility.  Strains of calypso could be detected in percussionist’s Stahv Danker’s animated original score.  That same airiness and sense of optimism could also be found in the expectancy shining through the dancers’ movements and in the understated vibrancy of Devert Monet Hickman’s costume designs. They all coalesced to telegraph a message of hope.  It’s not unusual for a work’s newness to expose areas that could benefit from a bit more honing.  And it’s clear that once that sharpening occurs with Sana, its palliative message will ring with even greater resonance.

Some brand-new works though arrive in the world perfectly and 333 certainly counts as one of them.  A solo piece designed specifically for GDC principal dancer Erina Ueda by Ms. Giordano and GDC Associate Artistic Director, Cesar G. Salinas, it is quite simply a mesmerizing tour de force.  Dance can often be summed up as a combination of three parts.  Music, choreographic design, and execution. Here they are in a ravishingly flawless balance.

The rawness of life is something we often prefer to deny, despite its centrality to our very being and existence. Representing angel numbers that connect Ms. Giordano, her son Keenan and her father together, 333 embraces it, glorifies it and opens itself to its power.  Danced to the timeless and near magical appeal of Otis Redding’s signature rendition of Try a Little Tenderness, 333 simmers, explodes and stews in the vicissitudes of life.  I can’t imagine anyone being a better vessel for translating the impact of its mysteries than Ueda, whose expressive range seems boundless and appears to expand with the arrival of each new season.

It also proved the ideal prelude to Soaring, the dance tribute created for her son by Giordano, Salinas and the GDC dancers themselves.

A film introducing the audience to who and the type of person Keenan Casey was, and exposing the respect and love mother and son shared, preceded the dance itself, creating an atmosphere of compassionate awe.  Dancers in Nina G.’s costumes of wispy white then swept from both wings of the stage; ethereal and yet still grounded in the gravity of earthly cares.  Solemnity and exaltation danced in harmony as the entire company was later joined by 25 Keebirds, friends of Giordano’s son, Keenan.  Keebird was the sobriquet they used when referring to their fallen comrade.  Also dressed in white, feet bare and carrying lighted symbols of renewal they walked through the aisles and up to the stage in stoic silence while Antonio Pinto’s music filled the hall.  Striking, poignant and deeply touching, it symbolizes how wrenching great loss can be and how it can be willed into the spiritually restorative.

After a brief pause to absorb Soaring’s impact, lightning struck in the form of, what looked like to these eyes, a totally revamped version of Red and Black.  Created last year by Ray Leeper, the sultry jazz-soaked wonder, already sizzling with energy in its original format, seemed even more kinetic, electrified and polished to a blinding gleam. Opening to an extended version of an obscure Eartha Kitt jewel, female dancers in clinging gowns with long slits let it be known it’s a woman’s world.  One misstep and you’re likely to get scorched, bringing a whole new dimension to the term “deliciously provocative”.  In a program that covered a range of dance styles, this was vintage Giordano in peak form.  Confident, irrepressible, dazzling, athletic, brash. Bonji Duma’s musical expertise helped pump up the adrenalin to power it all.  Along with Ms. Kitt’s vocal brilliance, the music of Moloko, Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox, Michael Bublé and Club De Belugas kept this rocket zooming.

Respite came with the visually enchanting Taal, an East Indian concept piece choreographed by Ms. Giordano in 2001.  The name derives from the traditional rhythmic pattern found in classical Indian music, brought to life here with works from Anuradha, Suno A.R. Rahman and S. Jhaia.   Asifa Imran’s graceful and culturally reflective costumes did their part to transport us to another place and time.  An important part of classical Indian dance, hand gestures are used to express a wide range of emotions and were incorporated extensively within Taal.  The effect was to fuse the identities of two dance cultures to create a unique artistic hybrid and something refreshingly new.

Following another short film shedding invaluable insight into what it takes to make a successful dance company thrive and the passion, talent and grit required to be a dancer within it; the program closed with Pyrokinesis. Living up to everything its name implies, this little stick of dynamite in the company’s repertoire, developed by Christopher Huggins in 2007, was a delight to see again. Dressed once again in red and black, this time sleekly styled by Branimira Ivanova, dancers showed what it means to be members of the most elite jazz dance company in the country, if not the world.  The dynamism found in Ray Leeper’s earlier piece simply takes a different form here, but the infectiousness of its joy, verve and vitality were just as powerful, energizing and uplifting.  A fitting close to a night commemorating life, light and transformational legacy.

Soaring: Life, Light and Legacy

Giordano Dance Chicago

April 4-5, 2025

Harris Theater for Music and Dance

205 E. Randolph Street

Chicago, IL   60601

*This review can also be found at Theater in Chicago.

“It’s not us… all this mucking about with our sound.”  

Sunny Afternoon is about many things. This is in so many ways a rock concert – with a score that makes it impossible not to dance and clap along in your seat. It’s vibrant – with a talented design team that simply does not hold back as they bring this musical to life, especially with Costume Designer Miriam Buether’s 60s looks. It’s also joy, with Adam Cooper’s choreography that fills the stage, complete with favorite moves of the decade.

However, at its root, this is the origin story of a rock band. Like so many true stories in this genre, you witness the highs and lows – particularly when the men realize that fame doesn’t quite feel as any of them may have anticipated. As Ray Davies (Danny Horn) frustratingly admits the above on a phone call with his band manager, Larry Page (Sean Fortunato), you may find yourself leaning in, wondering if the group can salvage the heart of their music before it’s too late.

With book by Joe Penhall and music, lyrics, and original story by Ray Davies himself, Sunny Afternoon features the origin story of The Kinks – a British rock band in the 60s. We meet the musicians when they are in essence teenagers – Ray Davies (Danny Horn), Dave Davies (Oliver Hoare), Peter Quaife (Michael Lepore), and Mick Avory (Kieran McCabe). Once they are discovered, their fame skyrockets – with hordes of fans only wanting more with every tour and drop of a new album. Like what many might expect, fame isn’t always easy, and audiences have a front-row seat to the many nuances that can come with that as the story unfolds.

Directed by Artistic Director Edward Hall, Sunny Afternoon is a jukebox musical featuring a number of hits from The Kinks including “You Still Want Me,” “Lola,” “A Rock’n’roll Fantasy,” and “Waterloo Sunset.”  The production showcases a strong ensemble – particularly in the four actors embodying the members of The Kinks. It is not easy to find performers who can not only act the roles, but also play their instruments with a high level of expertise and sing in a way that resembles the original members. To say that the casting was spot-on is an understatement, and from the cheers and applause surrounding me at this performance, it seems fair to say that the audience agreed.

The music alone is a blast, and fans of The Kinks or any rock concert are sure to have a fun night. However, especially for the dedicated theater-goers in the audience, you might find that what really sells the show is the chemistry between the performers at the center.

“Dedicated Follower of Fashion” is a prime example appearing early in Act One. The young band members find themselves in a department store confronting one of the first shifts that they would have to endure on the way to stardom – finding their new look. Their new management tries to force them down a specific path of a classy, formal appearance. However, the men cannot help but turn the experience into something else entirely. Throughout the song, we see them having fun with different looks – joking around with different accessories and making it clear to all involved that they are here for the joy. The audience at this performance was clearly along for the ride – laughing alongside the actors and cheering as they made the number increasingly over-the-top.

The Kinks did not have it easy – and Sunny Afternoon certainly makes that clear. Particularly as the pressures become too much for some of the band members, the story can be hard to swallow. However, much of that is due to the genuine friendship we witness unfold on stage. Hall’s ensemble brings an authenticity that you might just find is impossible not to love.

Stellar casting and a rocking score make Sunny Afternoon a theatrical event that you simply do not want to miss. Whether you are a die-hard Kinks fan or this is your first time experiencing the material, the music alone will leave you wanting more.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

Run Time: 2 hours and 30 minutes, with intermission

Sunny Afternoon runs at Chicago Shakespeare Theater (800 E Grand Avenue) through April 27, 2025. See the Chicago Shakespeare Theater website for more information regarding tickets.

Walking into the Harris Theater for the “Trial of Themistocles,” I was expecting something translated from ancient Greek, togas, masks, maybe a chorus, and a scholarly script that would take some work to wade through.

Instead I found the latest installment of a delightful Trials Series produced since 2013 by the Chicago-based National Hellenic Museum on Halsted St. This program is part of the museum’s mission to advance awareness of the foundational contributions Greece has made to world civilization, in architecture, philosophy, mathematics, and—particularly timely—democracy. The Museum’s “Trial” series is actually mock-trials of historic Greek figures conducted by actual Chicago judges and argued by prominent local barristers. The annual event was qualified by the Illinois Attorney Registration & Disciplinary Commission (IARDC) for continuing legal education (CLE) credit. Attorneys attending the event can register for CLE credit on site.

Though scripted in a somewhat light-hearted tone, the “Trial of Themistocles” evokes weighty matters—touchstone societal issues that underpin our mode of government, and our means to maintain a civil society. It was reassuring, even moving, to be among those hundreds in the audience interested in rational thought and with a cosmopolitan, worldly view of history. While we extol the Renaissance and the Age of Enlightenment that followed, these periods were essentially a rediscovery of the wisdom of Greece.

Themistocles was an Athenian citizen, the city where trial by jury originated. He was the military chief who planned Athens’ creation of a large fleet of warships, multi-oared triremes, and led them to victory against the mighty Persian empire at the naval battle of Salamis. As a result, Themistocles’ star rose and he was elected Archon of Athens, the head of the city-state. He was a peoples’ candidate, with more common roots in his family tree, but was not welcomed by the aristocracy.

After he left office, history tells us that political rivals besmirched Themistocles’ reputation, accusing him of collusion with the Persians while leading Athens—even though he had defeated the Persons for Athens’ benefit. His enemies were animated to take him down, and Themistocles was ostracized—another Athenian invention —where he was voted out of town. Themistocles then left for an administrative post in Persia. The Athenians summoned him back to be tried for treason, but in real life he died before the trial took place.

Katerina Alexopoulos (U.S. Department of Homeland Security) questions Themistocles, played by Jonathan Shaboo, as the judges, jury and other attorneys look on in the National Hellenic Museum's Trial of Themistocles

In the “Trial of Themistocles,” hosted by former TV news anchor Andrea Darlas, only two professional actors were on stage: in the roles of Athenian politician and naval leader Themistocles (who died in 460 B.C.E.) played by Jonathan Shaboo; and the witness for the prosecution, Arsenia, played by comedian Megan Goldish. In her day job, she happens to be the Honorable Megan Goldish, a Cook County Circuit Court Judge.

All this was presided over by a panel of real-life area judges, and with a 12-person jury of scholars, lawyers and media personalities from NBC, Axios, WVON, and including Georgia Tasiopoulou, Consul General at the Greek Consulate in Chicago. Though the Trial series is a one-night-only performance, it was filmed by WTTW for later broadcast. The 2016 broadcast of the “Trial of Antigone” won an Emmy for the local National Public Television affiliate.

Our streaming world is filled with police procedurals and legal shows with actors playing lawyers. In the “Trial of Themistocles,” we got a chance to see how the real deal compares with actors, and in their opening arguments, cross examination, and summations delivered by actual lawyers, it turns out they’re as good as the actors imitating them, maybe even better. In the “Trial of Themistocles,” they acquitted themselves very well, as did the judges.

Leading the defense were Patrick M. Collins, a partner at King & Spaulding law firm; Tinos Diamantatos, a seasoned Katerina Alexopoulos, Assistant Chief Counsel for the U.S. Department of Homeland Security. And for the prosecution, Sarah King, president of the Women’s Bar Association of Illinois; and Patrick Salvi II, managing partner of Chicago law firm Salvi, Schostok & Pritchard. For the record, I felt Diamantos gave the best oratorical delivery.

All four judges found Themistocles not guilty, including Justice Joy V. Cunningham (Illinois Supreme Court), Hon. Georgia N. Alexakis (U.S. District Court for the Northern District of Illinois), Hon. Anthony C. Kyriakopoulos (Circuit Court of Cook County) and Hon. Jeffery Chrones (Circuit Court of Cook County). Listening to the judges’ reasoned findings dismissing the charges against Themistocles, it was apparent that their opinions were infused with the master principles enshrined in U.S. law. The 12-member panel of esteemed jurors on stage—composed of civic leaders, academics and media personalities—found Themistocles not guilty by a margin of 11-1. Likewise the audience voted, overwhelmingly for acquittal.

The Museum says its NHM Trial Series “highlights the enduring relevance and value of Greek thought and history.” I couldn’t agree more.

The National Hellenic Museum Has a mission to share Greek history, art, culture and the Greek American story, it also displays its extensive collection of more than 10,000 physical artifacts. Located in Chicago’s historic Greektown neighborhood since 2011, Museum hours are Thursday through Sunday from 10 a.m.-4 p.m. nationalhellenicmuseum.org

*This review can also be found at Theater in Chicago.

All hands on deck Titanic fans! Get ready for a lavishly produced musical that boldly reimagines the Titanic story, navigating it into fresh and unforeseen waters.

The story of the "unsinkable" Titanic is one most of us know well—the ship’s ill-fated maiden voyage on April 14, 1912, ending in tragedy as it struck an iceberg and sank to the ocean's depths. Many are also familiar with the iconic film Titanic, starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet, which, while rooted in historical accuracy, introduced audiences to the poignant love story of Jack and Rose—two young hearts entangled in a passionate romance before disaster struck. But were the events exactly as we’ve been told? According to Celine Dion, who claims to have been there, the story might be quite different.

Alas, Broadway in Chicago and Porchlight Theatre proudly bring you Titanique—a one-of-a-kind musical comedy that's guaranteed to leave you in stitches and thoroughly entertained. Directed by Tye Blue, Titanique is an uproariously funny and gloriously campy musical parody that breathes new, unexpected life into James Cameron's beloved cinematic masterpiece, Titanic. At the helm of this delightfully absurd reimagining is none other than global superstar Celine Dion—or, at least, a larger-than-life version of her. Yes, that Celine Dion! In an inspired twist, Celine barrels her way into the heart of the story, unapologetically seizing control of Jack and Rose's ill-fated romance and retelling it as only she can. Her perspective transforms the tragic tale into a flamboyant celebration of love, loss, and diva-level drama.

But don’t expect a straight retelling! With book by Maria Mindelle, Constantine Rousoull and Tye Blue, Titanique is dripping with outrageous humor, zany antics, and more self-aware silliness than you can shake a life preserver at. This hilarious musical is powered by Celine's legendary hits—including the anthem of all anthems, "My Heart Will Go On"—woven cleverly into the narrative to deliver laugh-out-loud musical moments. Every note and every lyric is infused with heart, hilarity, and that unmistakable Celine flair. Other standout songs include the heartfelt "All By Myself," the captivating "To Love You More," and “River Deep, Mountain High.”

Part parody, part homage, Titanique is a buoyant blend of romance, comedy, and theatrical absurdity that captures the essence of '90s nostalgia while winking affectionately at its audience. It’s a showcase of over-the-top diva brilliance, a love letter to a bygone era, and an experience that is uproariously entertaining with the ridiculous factor cranked up all the way.

Titanique’s Broadway Playhouse run showcases an exceptional all-Chicago cast—and their performances are outstanding.

Let’s talk about show-stopping performances! Clare Kennedy McLaughlin sparkles as Céline Dion, delivering a perfect blend of powerhouse vocals and side-splitting humor. With a flawless mix of diva attitude and quirky charm, she captures Céline's essence in a way that makes her a true standout in this riotous spoof. From her spot-on comedic timing to her ability to belt out those iconic ballads, McLaughlin has the audience roaring with laughter - and cheering for more. Her performance is the heart and soul of Titanique—bold, delightfully campy, and unforgettable.

Adam Fane and Maya Rowe star as Jack and Rose in Titanique at Broadway Playhouse.

Adam Fane shines as Jack, captivating audiences with his charm and comic mastery. Fane’s performance effortlessly enhances the show's playful lampoon of the iconic Titanic tale. With impeccable timing and genuine emotional depth, he brings a delightful balance to his role. As Jack’s love interest, Maya Rowe infuses the role of Rose with vibrant energy, delivering a performance that is both engaging and hilariously on-point. Her portrayal seamlessly complements the show's whimsical and irreverent spirit, showcasing her knack for humor while preserving the heart of her character. Rowe's charm and comedic brilliance make her a standout in this unsinkable production.

The ensemble cast of Titanique is an absolute joy, bursting with energy, humor, and incredible talent in this gut-busting musical comedy. Each performer adds their own unique touch, coming together as a dynamic force that fuels the show’s hilarity and charm. Abbey C. Smith delivers a triumphant vocal performance as Molly Brown, while Lorenzo Shawn Parnell dazzles with his remarkable voice as both The Seaman and the Iceberg. Rob Lindley, as Rose’s mother Ruth, earned some of the loudest laughs of the night, with Adrian Aguilar as Cal and Jackson Evans portraying both Luigi and Victor Garber adding to the show’s irresistible humor.

The scenic and costume design of Titanique is truly remarkable. The neon-lit iconic Titanic staircase draws audiences into a fantastical world that beautifully aligns with the show’s cheeky and whimsical vibe. The costumes are just as outstanding, showcasing a perfect mix of creativity and humor that bring the characters to life in a visually striking way. Together, the scenic and costume design craft an immersive atmosphere that amplifies the charm and playful extravagance of this remarkable production.

Completing the checklist, the Broadway Playhouse in Downtown Chicago offers an ideal venue to immerse yourself in the magic of Titanique. Warm and intimate, the theater offers exceptional sightlines from every seat, allowing audiences to immerse themselves in the performance and feel fully connected to the on-stage magic. 

For a musical comedy, Titanique checks all the right boxes, offering a delightful experience that's worth enjoying again and again. Take the plunge with Titanique!

*Don't bring the little kiddos! There's a good reason the musical's website suggests a 13+ audience. Titanique contains sexual innuendo and adult language.

Performed at Broadway Playhouse through July 13th. For more tickets and/or show information, click here.

*This review can also be found at Theater in Chicago.

THE LISTENERS has undergone several incarnations since the 2021 novel by Jordan Tannahill. It’s been a full-length movie, a TV series’, and now an opera, premiering in New York and now brought to Chicago by the renowned composer/librettist team Missy Mazzoli and Royce Vavrek. This opera, at Civic Opera House, was in all aspects a spectacle.

The first spectacle for me was the videography, designed by Chris Maravich and Sarah Riffle. It not only enhanced the show but actually made it possible for patrons sitting farther back than the Dress Circle to actually see the performers. Solos were performed from a nondescript podium while a huge video showed the artist in closeup. The result was both wonderful and very effective.

[NOTE: This production features an enormous cast and crew; I simply couldn’t wedge them all into my review. The result includes those artists whose work moved me speak – my opinions, which in no way reflect the superb work of artists I neglected to name.]

Throughout the opera I was fascinated by Adam Rigg’s brilliant set. A few scenes – those involving the full company – used the entire stage, but most sets were formed on a revolving stage comprised of two or three separate sets. The huge apparatus could be drawn onto the stage by 2-3 people, and turned to display each new set as easily, while one set faced the rear and was not visible to the audience, allowing Rigg’s team to prepare it for future scenes.

I was entranced by the dancers Rachel Harris and Morgan Reed McDaniel, particularly in their role as Coyote, an apparition that offers solace to the primary Listener, Claire [NOTE:  the critter is called Coyote but, without wanting to be difficult, I maintain that I know a bloody CAT when I see one! slinking about between peoples’ legs and swishing her long tail. But that’s neither here nor there so far as this review.]

Let me give you the bare bones of the story (no spoilers, I promise). The Hum is a phenomenon seen in the UK and the US, particularly in Southwestern desert areas. It’s described variously by individual sufferers, but all agree on the appellation The Hum, a noise, neither loud nor unpleasant but directionless, untraceable, and, worst of all, constant. Claire, an unexceptional American housewife and schoolteacher, is subjected to The Hum and is unable to explain her world of hallucinatory oddness. Her husband Paul (Zachary Nelson) and daughter Ashley (Jasmine Habersham) behave just as you’d expect–initially they treat Claire sympathetically and then, as The Hum and Claire’s anguish persist, they can’t help thinking she’s simply gone nuts.

And indeed, Claire herself feels crazy. Is it all in her imagination?  Could The Hum be a murmur of dissatisfaction with her ordinary life? It’s impossible to explain. She believes herself alone, the only person that hears it … until she consults her high-school students. Here she strikes gold: one student hears it too! This naturally creates a bond between Claire and Kyle (Jonas Hacker), and she is receptive when Kyle discovers a group, THE LISTENERS, whose mission is to understand and eliminate The Hum.

Led by the charismatic Howard (Kyle Ketelsen) and his second-in-command Angela (Daniela Mack), THE LISTENERS offers a compassionate environment for Claire and Kyle, a group where strangers pour out their most intimate secrets to each other within about five minutes of meeting (as you do). 

Drawn into this group - are they a cult? What does that even mean? - Claire finds succor after the breakdown of her own family life. Still, questions of power, mental health and explanations for The Hum are raised but never resolved.

Act the Second focuses on the group, THE LISTENERS, As the group grows larger and becomes more ritualistic, the members – who are, after all, basically just folks – begin to assume the conflicts common to large groups:  dissonance between members; jealousy for higher position (e.g. supplanting second-in-command Angela); partisan factions arguing polemics. These squabbles are heightened as members begin to denounce Howard, whose response to the mutineers escalates from disregard to outright hostility. Ultimately Howard appoints himself Lord High Executioner and banishes the dissenters from THE LISTENERS.

The ending is no small thunderbolt, and I’ll not risk spoilers! However, in the year 2025 I’d be remiss not to use this opportunity to explore the phenomenon of CULTS.

‘CULT’ vs  ‘SECT’

Sects are products of internal schism and maintain continuity with traditional beliefs and practices, whereas cults arise spontaneously around novel beliefs and practices.

Wikipedia defines a cult as a social group with socially deviant or novel beliefs and practices. However, the term has dehumanizing associations and by the end of the 1970s the term ‘cult’ was largely replaced in academia with " new religious movement”.

Sects are smaller parts of larger groups and are not necessarily religious. The field of Economics, for example, can be divided into the sect’s ‘capitalist’ and ‘communist’; Psychiatry includes the sects “Freudian’ and ‘Jungian’.     A number of devices are used to define and recognize cults, and to differentiate cults from sects.

Dr. Steven Hassan’s BITE model includes clues for recognizing cults

B for Behavior Control: Promote dependence and obedience in all aspects of life

• Where & with whom you live; appearance
• Regulate eating, drinking, and sleeping
• Exploitation – sexually, financially

I  for Information Control: Deliberately withhold & distort information

• Divide information into Insider vs Outsider
• Demand confession sessions then use that information against you
• Encourage spying on your peers & reporting ‘misconduct’

T   for Thought Control:  Instill Black vs White/  Us vs Them  /  Good vs Evil  thinking

• Only +ve thoughts allowed
• Singing, prayer, chanting to block thought

E  for Emotional Control:  Instill irrational fears – happiness is found only in the group

• Label certain emotions as wrong, evil, sinful
• Promote shame, guilt, unworthiness; threaten family & friends
• Love bombing until you disobey; then shunning

Some scholars have theorized that religiosity and cultic affiliation tend to rise in proportion to perceived uncertainty: the less control we have over our circumstances, the more likely we are to entrust our fates to a higher power. 

This propensity could speak to why cults proliferated during the social and political tumult of the 1960’s, and why levels of religiosity have remained wider spread in America than in other industrialized countries. Americans, it is argued, experience significantly more economic precarity than people in nations with stronger social safety nets. Thus, they’re more inclined to seek comfort and security elsewhere.

This final bit is not necessarily related to my review of THE LISTENERS, but I found it to be an interesting and possibly important thought. Personally, I find the idea uniquely disquieting in April 2025.

The opera THE LISTENERS is also significantly disquieting. I like – in fact I prefer these more sombre and troubled performances, especially as THE LISTENERS features a musically and dramatically brilliant cast and crew. But if you simply want to be entertained by the mellifluent tones of Lyric’s superlative performers, you may prefer another of the masterworks in Lyric Opera’s season

RECOMMENDED

THE LISTENERS plays at Lyric Opera of Chicago through April 11  

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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!    

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In Definition Theatre's production of "Splash Hatch on the E Going Down," Kia Corthron's 1997 work feels unnervingly relevant in 2025. Under Cheryl Lynn Bruce's incisive direction, this story of environmental racism and maternal health transforms from a Clinton-era critique into a mirror reflecting our ongoing, unresolved struggles with environmental justice—struggles that have only become more pronounced in the wake of the Flint water crisis, Hurricane Katrina, and the toxic train derailment in East Palestine, Ohio.

The play revolves around Thyme (Jada Jackson), a pregnant teenager whose self-taught passion for environmental science serves as both her armor and her cross to bear. Jackson infuses raw authenticity into Thyme's arc, as we watch her transform from an idealistic eco-warrior into a young woman confronting harsh realities. Her scenes with Jabari Khaliq, who embodies the role of her 18-year-old husband Erry, are particularly memorable. Khaliq brings a delicate balance of youth and forced maturity to his performance. His natural, unaffected style meshes perfectly with Jackson's intensity, creating moments that pulse with teenage vitality while tackling grown-up challenges. When they share the stage, their connection feels genuine rather than performed – two kids trying to navigate an adult world with nothing but determination and each other. This chemistry transforms what could have been preachy material into something deeply human and affecting.

Bruce, known for her work in Chicago theater, skillfully balances intellectual and emotional elements in Corthron's complex play. Rather than getting lost in scientific data about lead poisoning and environmental racism, she reveals the human story underneath. Through subtle directing choices—a mother's nervous touch, children's fading laughter, Thyme's increasingly desperate monologues, Bruce transforms statistics into lived experiences. This approach feels especially relevant in our post-Flint era, where lead poisoning's effects are no longer theoretical but real tragedies affecting American communities. The production reminds us that every statistic represents actual people, children, mothers, and communities—whose stories demand our response.

The supporting cast transforms this environmental drama into a richly layered exploration of community and health disparities. As Ollie, Stetson Pierre brings nuance to the role of Thyme's truck-driving father, portraying a man caught between providing for his family and confronting the environmental hazards he's learned to accept. Quenna Lené Barrett, a seasoned Chicago performer and educator, infuses Marjorie with quiet strength, while Rita Wicks delivers an outstanding performance as Shaneequa, Thyme's equally pregnant best friend with an usual condition. Together, these characters weave a powerful narrative about Black maternal health that extends far beyond one family's story, reflecting stark realities about healthcare access in America. Their interwoven experiences echo through recent headlines about water crises and pandemic outcomes, making the play's message devastatingly timely.

Brian Sidney Bembridge's set design, though technically impressive, failed to capture the cramped intimacy of a Harlem apartment. The oversized space worked unexpectedly well as a neutral backdrop, allowing Willow James's sound design to truly shine. James created an immersive urban atmosphere through layered audio: subway rumbles, hospital monitors, and children's distant laughter. These sounds, more than the set itself, anchored the production in its Harlem setting.

The play’s educational aspects, which could feel like public service announcements in less skilled hands, become integral to character development here. Thyme’s knowledge isn’t just information dumping; it’s her way of trying to control an increasingly uncontrollable situation. Her scientific facts become a form of incantation, as if understanding the problem thoroughly enough might somehow solve it. But as history has shown—from Flint to East Palestine—knowledge alone is not enough.

"Splash Hatch on the E Going Down" at Definition Theatre is a reckoning. It challenges us to consider how many of the environmental and healthcare issues Corthron identified in the ‘90s remain unresolved. Under Bruce’s direction, this production transforms a historically significant play into an urgent contemporary conversation, proving that sometimes the most powerful way to look forward is to look back with clear eyes. It’s about TIME!

Recommended

When: Through April 13

Where: Definition @ 55th, 1160 E. 55th St.

Running time: 1 hour, 45 minutes

Tickets: $25 - $35

definitiontheatre.org

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