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Jeeves has returned and the ever-loyal valet is just waiting to get wealthy Londoner Bertie Wooster out of trouble – again. Quick-witted, reliable and extremely resourceful, Jeeves first order of business is always to keep a close eye on his charming and oft adventurous employer, Bertie, but in First Folio’s current production ‘Jeeves Saves the Day,’ he is tested to the fullest when Aunt Agatha and Cousin Egbert Bakewell enter the mix.

In the fifth play adapted by playwright Margaret Raether based on the ‘Jeeves’ stories created by P.G. Wodehouse (which began in 1915), chaos is afoot when Bertie desperately wants out of a marriage commitment. Rigid and stubborn Aunt Agatha will hear nothing or the sort. It’s going to take a small miracle for Bertie to get out of this one since the haughty Sir Roderick Glossip is the father of the bride to be. It doesn’t help that Cousin Egbert, loveable as he may be, is a handful of trouble and is hiding at Bertie’s home despite the family sending him to South Africa. Egbert is love-stricken after all, when a night out before his expected departure instead has him fawning over the sexy club singer Red Hot Maisie Dawson. He has no plans of going abroad now. It’s a frenzied mess and Jeeves is the only hope in restoring order to the family.

Jim McCance is a pleasure to watch as our hero, Jeeves. McCance’s droll and deadpan approach serves the character perfectly and he is a strong presence on the stage – a picture of stability amongst the disarray. Bertie is played by veteran actor and Chicago favorite Christian Gray. Gray is as dependable as it gets and delivers a remarkable performance once again. This is McCance and Gray’s fifth time performing together as the comical pair and their chemistry couldn’t be better. The two polished actors anchor a fantastic cast that includes Lucinda Johnston as Aunt Agatha, Sean Sinitski as Sir Roderick Glossop and Almanya Narula as Red Hot Maisie Dawson. Dan Klarer makes his First Folio debut as Egbert Bakewell and -wowza - does he leave an impression! Klarer’s hysterical portrayal of Egbert is something to behold. A throwback to The Marx Brothers, Three Stooges and the likes of Oliver Hardy, Klarer steals scenes throughout the entire production with one funny antic after another. Klarer not only gets to display his well-timed, comedic line delivery but coupled with a genuine knack for physical comedy, he is a force to be reckoned with. No shortage of talent here with this superb cast. 

With an arsenal of such talent at his disposal, Director Joe Foust impeccably places all the pieces together to give us an engaging production that is entertaining from the word “Go”. Performed at the impressive Mayslake Peabody Estate, ‘Jeeves Saves the Day’ is a splendid stage presentation that everyone can enjoy.

‘Jeeves Saves the Day’ is being performed at Mayslake Peabody Estate in Oakbrook through March 1st. For tickets and/or more information, visit www.firstfolio.org.

Before seeing the co-world premiere (with Actors Theatre of Louisville) of Liliana Padilla’s How to Defend Yourself, read their program note. In it, they reflect on their fear that the play might be “harmful and re-traumatizing” (it might). They also state their aspiration “to be in the truthful chaos—to hold a space of pain and grief and complexity.” This it certainly does. With forays into montage and speculation, clearly delineated by shifts in light and sound, the truth is not in the reality, but in the emotional journeys of the characters. Padilla has an ear for realistic dialogue that cuts to the quick, despite a good dose of situational humor. Directed by Marti Lyons with a cast that physically and emotionally throw themselves into the highs and lows of the fraught relationships they navigate, How to Defend Yourself is a taut and powerful, if ultimately frustrating examination of sex, sexuality and consent in a world where #MeToo and Tinder hookups coexist. As one of the characters points out, it’s hard to express one’s desires if one isn’t sure what they are (and whether they are acceptable).

The play begins when a young college student, Susana, is hospitalized after a brutal sexual assault. Her sorority sister and mentor Brandi, a black belt, decides to act and host a self defense class. She recruits her sorority sister Kara to help. However, despite the emotion that the crime elicits, only three students show up—Diana and Mojdeh, who seem as eager gain access to the sorority they hope to pledge, and painfully shy Nikki. Diana is disappointed in the lack of firearms. Mojdeh is distracted by her upcoming date. Nikki struggles to speak audibly. After an empowering session of punching, Brandi introduces the fraternity men who have agreed to assist with the workshops, the overbearing Andy and the well-intentioned Eggo. It soon becomes clear that all the participants are bringing their own baggage and attitudes to the workshop, and a fair amount of guilt. The characters are well-drawn and well-spoken; all articulate their views with clarity, though emotions soon run high as they prove to have some irreconcilable differences. Despite the reason for their meetings, most of the conversation revolves around sex: communication, consent, and sexual desire. There are no villains, but sides are chosen and there is no way to avoid the feeling that complicity in the rape culture that led to Susana’s victimization takes many forms.

Reinforcing Padilla’s script, director Marti Lyons has assembled a cast that is diverse racially, ethnically, and in body type. The contrast between the leggy, confident sorority sisters and the shorter, less secure would-be pledges and the mousy Nikki serves as a constant reminder of the power dynamic they inhabit, as does the difference between the powerfully built Andy and the less physically imposing Eggo. In addition to the physical types, which serve as a reminder of the typical dynamic between victim and attacker, the characters cannot escape their skin or their backgrounds. For example, it is clear that part of what has shaped Eggo’s considerate attitude toward sexual partners—besides the fact that he’s a nice guy—in contrast to Andy’s gladiatorial attitude, is the fact that, as an African-American male, he needs to be more concerned about mis-read cues than Ken-doll Andy. Lyons keeps the rapid-fire dialogue tight and pulls no punches with the heavy themes that underscore the play. Yu Shibagaki’s scenic design transforms the Victory Gardens space into a photo-realistic gym. Christine Pascual’s costumes show the evolution of the characters in athletic wear, as well as giving insights into their transformations outside of the safe space, and, in an extended sequence of evolving parties, traveling through time and developmental stages. Paul Toben’s lighting design and Thomas Dixon’s sound design shape the focus on the play between intimate exchanges, amped up training sequences and resonant emotional asides. Movement director Steph Paul, fight director Matt Hawkins and intimacy director Rachel Flesher work seamlessly to show the relationship between fighting, friendship and sex. Training violence spills over into real violence, which gives way to an easy physical camaraderie, a simulated attack leads to the recognition of a spark of attraction. The balance between violence and sexuality that is explored in the script is well represented by this movement design team and the actors who realize their work.

The cast not only looks perfect, they fearlessly commit to Padilla’s vision, which is not always comfortable. Though on the surface, the characters are the sort of enviable success stories of college, the assault on their sorority sister reveals doubts and fears that are impossible to shake. As Brandi, the woman who tries to teach her peers how to defend themselves, Anna Crivelli is poised and self-possessed until the questions from her trainees start chipping away at her surprisingly brittle veneer. Crivelli portrays Brandi’s downward spiral initially with gritty resolve, then with frightening vulnerability. Isa Arciniegas’ Diana struggles to fit in, but her role as outsider makes her a sounding board for the other characters’ fears; Arciniegas finds the insecurity behind her character’s survivor mentality. Ariana Mahallati’s Mojdeh is awkward and desperate, trying to achieve the comfort in her own skin that the other characters seem to have by adopting the script that she thinks she is supposed to learn, whether or not it is her own. Andrea San Miguel’s Nikki goes from barely visible and audible, hiding behind a baggy sweatshirt, to embracing her physical and verbal power, with heartbreaking results. San Miguel navigates this journey in an often hilarious portrayal as her character surprises herself moment to moment. In a powerful and complex performance, Netta Walker as Kara defends her desires while recognizing that they might give license to men who extend them to other women. It is arguments like the one between Kara and the solicitous Eggo that most powerful convey the difficulty of effective communication. Invited into the space by Brandi, the men in the story struggle with their role there, as they find themselves cast alternately as attackers, objects of desire and representatives of masculinity. Jayson Lee’s Eggo brilliantly encapsulates the dilemma faced by men who want to care for women the way they want, while Ryan McBride’s Andy articulates the need for positive consent but disparages Eggo’s version of this as less masculine, calling him an Incel at one point. McBride somehow balances his character’s entitled self-confidence with a desire to do the right thing. All the characters do their best to communicate and ensure a sense of safety, but even with the best of intentions safety proves elusive.

Liliana Padilla’s How to Defend Yourself does not give any insight into how to do this. In fact, it clearly shows the difficulty in doing so when attackers are often people one knows, when even shifting attitudes and the ability to clearly and openly talk about desires and sex do not necessarily get to the point, and when one is smaller or less well-armed than potential aggressors. Padilla’s play articulates that, with all the progress that appears to have been made, there are still entrenched attitudes about gender, sexuality and communication that make this world no less dangerous than the one that fostered Harvey Weinstein. Under the incisive direction of Marti Lyons, supported by a crack team of designers and an ensemble that mines the script’s humor while committing fully to the underlying themes. Often raucously entertaining, How to Defend Yourself finally arrives at the conclusion that learning self-defense may not be as effective as one would like, and, more importantly, it should not be what we learn.

How to Defend Yourself runs through February 23 at Victory Gardens Theater, 2433 N. Lincoln Avenue. Performances take place Tuesdays – Fridays at 7:30 pm, Saturdays at 3 pm and 7:30 pm, and Sundays at 3 pm. Regular performances are $31 - $65. Tickets can be purchased at www.victorygardens.org or at the box office. 2433 N. Lincoln Avenue. 773-871-3000.

Sophisticated Ladies is a musical confection, a 1981 Broadway hit celebrating the big band music of Duke Ellington.
In the hands of Porchlight Music Theatre, it is a production of brilliant technical skill in dance, music, costumes, set. And the singing is sensational (largely overcoming constraints on sound amplification quality).

With only the thinnest of storylines, Sophisticated Ladies is an early example of a jukebox show, and relentlessly musical, with 34 numbers (trimmed a bit from the original). The Ellington songs are dramatized by recurring characters, who create what plot there may be – really just enough to support the singing and dancing. Choreography, by Brenda Didier and Florence Walker Harris, is surpassingly good and may be the best part of the show. 

This cavalcade of Ellington music is performed in a two-story deco nightclub. The beautiful set by Angela Weber Miller ensconces the seven-piece band (led by incomparable pianist Jermaine Hill) in mezzanine loft, with dancers and singers performing on the main floor, the mezzanine, and two swooping grand staircases joining them.

Scene after scene finds a fresh vision of another Ellington work, as torch songs with ballet accompaniment, emotional duets, dance and tap performances, full-blown song and dance numbers, with continuous costume changes that were mind-blowing (credit Theresa Ham).
Ellington died in 1974, yet his timeless numbers still resonate just by name:

• I’m Beginning to See the Light”
• Satin Doll
• Don’t get Around Much Anymore
• It Don’t Mean a Thing If It Ain’t Got That Swing
• Take the A Train
• Mood Indigo

Sophisticated Ladies spans jazz, big band, swing, jitterbug, and even a 1966 rock and roll song (“Imagine My Frustration”). Ellington wrote alone, and with others, including Billy Strayhorn, a key figure in his works. 

So many performers cross the line into greatness during Sophisticated Ladies, but standouts are singers Lydia Burke, Molly Kral, and Donica Lynn (playing Chanteus she is the lead scat singer), with Lorenzo Rush, Jr.’s rich baritone a continuous delight. Dancer and singer John Marshall turned in a most charming performance, especially in the 1941 novelty song “Bli Blip,” with Molly Kral. (It’s a mid-century modern gem.) And there are dancers who just jump out from the chorus line – Joey Stone, Tristan Bruns, Terri Woodall and Shantell Cribbs. Guess I should just name the whole cast.

But without question Donterrio Johnson as The Jazzbo gives an unparalleled performance, winning plaudits for silently exceptional dancing, then stunning us a third of the way in with his spectacular singing. Johnson created the most fully formed character in his role, and was in character throughout - truly admirable performance.

Sophisticated Ladies is amazing, especially with the old-fashioned demands Ellington music places on these young performers. With just over two hours (one intermission) you will feel a special affection for your favorites in the intimate space of the Ruth Page Auditorium. Highly recommended, Sophisticated Ladies runs through March 6.

Roe V Wade might be the law of the land now, but playwright Lisa Loomer’s new play “Roe” suggests that it’s always been on shaky ground. Directed by Vanessa Stalling, ‘Roe’ makes its area debut at Goodman Theatre with a big cast of familiar faces.

In “Roe” Lisa Loomer pieces together the life stories of both the plaintiff (Jane Roe, played by Kate Middleton) and the ambitious young lawyer Sarah Weddington (Christina Hall)  who argued the case all the way to the supreme court.

Like the old telephone game, stories have a way of changing from telling to telling. The origin story of Roe V Wade is complicated and varies depending on who you ask. Lisa Loomer digs deep into the hearsay and rumors to compose what feels like a thorough account. When she’s unsure, or she found conflicting versions of the same event, she uses character asides to clarify. The effect brings a humorous tone to what could be a dreary subject matter for some.

The play is a non-linear, often scattery, look at the process it took to win the case as well as the checkered past of Roe, later outed as Norma McCorvey. While many American women champion the right to choose, it’s hard to avoid the exploitation narrative that would ultimately lead McCorvey to a tabloidy life in the years following the case. 

What could sound like a living history report, is anything but. Instead, Loomer’s use of structure and theatrical storytelling make this play leap off the stage. She’s good at finding the heart of the historic figures she’s writing of. The cast also brings a lot to the material. There’s something tragic and relatable to Kate Middleton’s performance. She really gets into the psyche of someone easily taken by the whims of the world around them, and sadly getting taken advantage by them too. Her transition from Jane Roe plaintiff to internationally known figure and subsequent rejection of abortion says a lot about the state of reproductive and religious education in America. 

“Roe” is not a play about abortion, that’s only part of the story. The irony is that the famous plaintiff never did get the abortion she sought. As Sarah Weddington once argued, this isn’t a case about being pro-abortion. This is a case about a woman’s right to decide what is best for her own body. 

Roe V Wade changed America, but even almost 50 years later it’s still being challenged by the religious right. Abortion was legalized on a national level as a result of the case, but when you include all the stipulations, its hard to call it entirely legalized. In fact, some states today have less than five clinics that perform abortions. Every election cycle, more and more restrictions are made on abortion. “Roe” makes a case for why we cannot have collective amnesia on the facts of this case. It serves as an education as well as a rallying cry to anyone in America who calls themselves a feminist.

Do you love a good whodunnit? If so, you will love this rich and funny production of ‘The Mousetrap’ directed with great staging and humor by Sean Graney.

Agatha Christie's ‘The Mousetrap’ opened in London in 1952 and never stopped running. It is the longest running play in stage history, and for good reason. Its well-crafted script is entertaining throughout, is filled with colorful characters and keeps one guessing right until the very end. And Graney takes the play in a great direction by casting character actors with serious chops in all roles. 

Mollie and Giles Ralston (wonderfully played by Kate Fry and Allen Gilmore) are a newly married couple who have decided to turn the house she inherited into a bed and breakfast. The couple are a little overwhelmed by the flurry of guests that arrive on their opening when they all become snowbound in the house and get news that a murder has occurred nearby - and the killer is still at large, and most likely heading their way. It doesn’t take long before everyone becomes a suspect. 

While piecing clues together, audience members can enjoy an eyeful of color and textures in the fabulous set design thanks to scenic design by Arnel Sancianco with lighting by Claire Chrzan, sound by Kevin O’Donnell and costumes by Alison Siple, which include a tall window with real rain falling and a smoky fireplace are ominous and luxurious at the same time. The costumes for all cast members are stylish and multi-layered and particularly delightful to the eye are Alex Goodrich’s in head to toe orange patterns and David Cerda’s in a spectacular ensemble of royal purple with fur trim on his floor length winter coat.   

No spoiler alerts here, if you have never seen the play you will have a great time guessing who the murderer is and if you have seen it, this well done production will still keep you engaged right up until the end.

Erik Hellman gives a great performance as Detective Sgt. Trotter, the lawman who arrives on snow skis in the middle of the storm, earnestly trying to protect all the houseguests from becoming murder victims. 

My favorite performances in this cast came from Alex Goodrich as Christopher Wren and David Cerda as Mr. Paravicini. Both are outstanding. Cerda is well known for his superb camp theater productions as the Artistic Director, actor, resident playwright and co-founder of Hell in a Handbag Productions. In this very funny production, Cerda steals every scene he is in and provides great comic relief as the tension on the set builds and builds all while dressed to the nines in royal purple, silk knee high knickers. 

Goodrich has also made his mark in Chicago area theater and is perhaps best known for his many leading roles at Marriott Theatre and Chicago Shakespeare. The talented actor reminds me so much of another great Chicago comic actor, John C. Reilly, and he fills the room with an energy of youthful disgust mixed with childlike wonder as he flutters about the large stage getting big laughs with his over-the-top manic energy, spot on delivery and physical comedy.

Carolyn Ann Hoerdemann plays a very convincing and killable guest as the picky and annoying Mrs. Boyle, while Tina Munoz Pandya is mysterious as Miss Casewell and Lyonel Reneau gives us a strong Major Metcalf.

I highly recommend this funny, exciting, and well-paced production of the classic Agatha Christie murder mystery for a night of suspense and laughs on a cold wintry eve at the lovely Court Theatre. For more show information visit www.CourtTheatre.org.

The title is a huge clue that Bill McMahon’s new play about Nancy Pelosi, The Adult in the Room, is not going to be a balanced political commentary. If you are a Trump supporter, be warned that he is cast as Voldemort to Pelosi’s Dumbledore. For anyone looking for a dissection of the venerable Speaker of House’s political history or an incisive examination of the dynamics of the office that she holds, this is not it. If you are looking for an entertaining hour or so with a political pioneer that gives a reverent overview of her entrance into politics and her evolving position, both ideologically and professionally, this is a very pleasant way to spend an evening. In the course of an online chat with the members of Running Start, a group of aspiring female politicians, Orlagh Cassidy’s unflappable Pelosi—elegant in a white pantsuit even when stress-eating chocolates or downing an emergency cold beverage—calms down her high-strung assistant who relays the latest tweets from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, schools members of the CPC “Squad” on the importance of procedure, and inspires her young online interlocuters, who lob softball questions for Pelosi to knock out of the park. As directed by Heather Arnson and Conor Bagley, Cassidy nails Pelosi’s sense of humor, her understanding of the performative aspects of politics (especially as a pioneering congresswoman), and her passion for and faith in the Constitution and the government it informs.

There is no denying that Bill McMahon has done his homework on Nancy Pelosi. The Adult in the Room is a concise and entertaining biography of the sometimes-polarizing politician, recounted in the historical moment before the House embarked on impeachment proceedings. His Pelosi covers a lot of ground in the brisk 70-minute run-time, beginning with her introduction to politics as child watching her father campaign for and win a series of elected offices, and watching her imposing mother organize his campaign staff and rally supporters. She discusses her Catholic faith, her rejection of her mother’s desire that she enter a convent, and how she reconciles the tenets of the Church with her liberal views, including her unflagging support of gay and reproductive rights. She outlines her own relatively late entrance into the political arena after raising five children, inspired by Sala Burton, whom Pelosi succeeded in the House of Representatives after her death in 1987. McMahon does an excellent job of showing how her early inspirations shaped her uncompromising ideals and progressive values. With a strong actor in the title role, which this production certainly has, McMahon’s play makes a strong argument for the continued importance and legacy of the 79-year-old Representative. However, what little dramatic tension is generated is promptly buried in chocolate, drowned in diet Dr. Pepper, postponed, or dropped in a system reboot. The Instagram device gives Nancy Pelosi a great reason for telling her life story and outlining her political philosophy, but the scrolling questions that don’t get answered give a hint of what is missing, an antagonist in the room. The apocalyptic vision of a divided America that prefaces the coda of the play does not serve to add tension, and also seems out of keeping with the optimistic, consensus-seeking Pelosi who has been mildly scolding the Squad and her online acolytes throughout the play, even when she resorts to naming her would-be nemesis. 

Directors Heather Arnson and Conor Bagley have created a sleek, streamlined look and feel for the event, which serves the play well. Ann Beyersdorfer’s set reflects the no-nonsense Pelosi and affords opportunities for perching and pacing as needed. David C. Woolard takes his inspiration from the white pantsuit that Pelosi wore to Trump’s inaugural address in a show of solidarity with suffrage campaigners from the past and current female Representatives, while a costume change for the final scene mirrors the Congresswoman’s articles of impeachment black. Jamie Roderick’s lighting design is unobtrusive but highlights important moments and allows Brian Pacelli’s media-savvy projections—often ironic chat-heads, emoticons and screen names, along with a nod to the Constitution—to take focus when they should. Christopher Kriz’s sound design complements the action of the play, with nods to the onstage references and electronic interruptions. It is Orlagh Cassidy’s portrayal that makes The Adult in the Room worth a visit. Cassidy fills every moment and knows how to allow both the comedy and the somber moments to come alive. Though she does not mimic Pelosi’s voice, her vocal cadences combined with her elegant, yet energetic, physicality and a weaponized smile make Pelosi a figure that we want to listen to. As a bonus, Cassidy also slips into spot-on imitations of the voices that inspired Pelosi, and, in one well-curated moment, Donald Trump. Approachable, empathetic and intimidating at once, Cassidy’s Pelosi embodies the qualities that have enabled her real-life counterpart to forge her remarkable career.

Bill McMahon’s The Adult in the Room is not going to rock the world, but it is an entertaining tribute to Nancy Pelosi and a reflection of the current political moment. Orlagh Cassidy embodies the Congresswoman with passion, dignity and humor under Heather Arnson and Conor Bagley’s stylish, brisk direction. Nancy Pelosi’s journey from political neophyte to House Majority Leader, all the while espousing causes from AIDS advocacy, gun control, and health care to varying degrees of success, is a worthy playbook for her would-be successors to study. Pelosi’s mantra in McMahon’s play is “organize, don’t agonize.” There is not much agonizing in the play, but this leaves room for a plea to make things better for the next generation—and for the next generation to take up the mantle of social justice.

The Adult in the Room is now playing at Chicago’s Victory Gardens Theater’s Richard Christiansen Theater (2433 N. Lincoln Avenue) through February 15. Performances take place Tuesdays through Fridays at 8 p.m., Saturdays at 2 p.m. and 8 p.m. and Sundays at 2p.m. and 5p.m. Tickets to “The Adult in the Room” are priced at $49 and available through victorygardens.org or by calling the box office at 773-871-3000.For more information visit theadultintheroomplay.com

It’s time to go back to high school – for a couple hours anyway – and the year is 1959. The time for slicked back hair with full-on pompadours, bobby socks with pleated knee length skirts and hanging out at the malt shop have once again returned as Marriott Theatre has begun 2020 on a strong note bringing the classic rock and roll musical ‘Grease’ to the stage. And though maybe not quite the R-rated, profanity-laced production that first hit Chicago when it was initially produced in 1971 by the Kingston Mines Theater Company in Chicago, there is still enough teenage-driven attitude, raunchiness and high school spirit to successfully deliver the spirit of the original. 

The story, which is based on co-writer and co-composer Jim Jacobs’ own experiences at Taft High School in Norwood Park, takes place at ‘Rydell High,’ walks us through the senior year of a handful of colorful characters. Greaser Danny Zuko (Jimmy Nicholas) returns after summer break to lead the T-Birds while, at the same time, Sandy Dumbrowski (Leryn Turlington) is just getting her feet wet at Rydell, a brand-new student whose family just moved to the area. It turns out the two had a relationship over the summer while on vacation, but their stories couldn’t be more different. While too-cool-for-school Danny tells a more vulgar description to impress the gang where the two were “getting friendly down in the sand,” Sandy, intercepted by the Pink Ladies led by tough and sassy Betty Rizzo (Jacquelyne Jones) a.k.a. “Rizzo,” tells the girls a wholesome version more along the lines of meeting a cute boy, holding hands, having lemonade and staying out until 10 o’clock. Thus, explained to perfection in the show’s second number “Summer Nights”.   

Not long after, the two are beyond surprised to find out they are attending the same school, but Danny’s cool image that he holds so dearly might just get in the way of rekindling any kind of romance they once had. While centering on Danny and Sandy, ‘Grease’ also keeps us busy with plenty of T-Birds and Pink Ladies action. Danny’s second in command, Kenickie (Kevin Corbett) is building a hot rod the fellas call “Greased Lightning”. It’s a hunk of junk, but he can dream. T-Birds Sonny LaTierri (Jack Cahill-Lemme), Roger (Jake Elkins) and Doody (Michael Kuroswki) cause trouble whenever they can, talk about rumbling with other gangs (they don’t) and just love to horse around any chance they get. 

The Rizzo-led Pink Ladies take Sandy in. She’s far too squeaky clean for their taste but maybe a pajama party with booze, cigarettes and ear-piercings might loosen her up. Frenchy (Landree Fleming) wants to be a beautician and drops out of high school, Marty (Michaelle Lauto) crushes on TV dance host Vince Fontaine (Curt Bouril) and Jan (Tiffany Taylor) has the hots for Roger, a T-Bird who really loves mooning people. 

There are plenty of ups and downs along the way for these seniors and plenty of unforgettable moments take place. Director Scott Weinstein not only does a fantastic job at staging this production in the round, he gives the audience what we want most of all – a nearly flawless recreation of the hit show so many of us grew up with. William Carlos Angulo beautifully choreographs the dance numbers to Ryan T. Nelson’s musical direction, particularly in “Greased Lightnin’” and “Born to Hand Jive” and the casting is just superb. Jimmy Nicholas brings the looks, the cool and the comedic timing to pull off an admirable Danny Zuko, while Leryn Turlington delivers the sweetness and innocence (and toughness at times) needed to play Sandy. Turlington also impresses vocally, especially in the key number “Hopelessly Devoted to You”. As good as Nicholas is as Danny, you can’t have a convincing leader of the T-Birds without strong support from his gang and Corbett, Cahill-Lemme, Elkins and Kurowski are simply terrific. Each have plenty of their own moments to shine, but when together, it’s not hard to imagine these goofballs being the best of friends.

Equally impressive is the chemistry and individual acting chops of our Pink Ladies. While Jones truly does stand out in this production (her rendition of “There are Worse Things I Could Do” – wow!), Fleming has plenty of laugh out loud moments as Frenchy while Lauto and Taylor have their own scene-stealing moments. 

Garrett Lutz also makes a funny Eugene and Kelly Anne Clarke is solid as Miss Lynch, but it is Jonathan Butler-Duplessis as Teen Angel who, though not as featured as the rest of the cast, might just leave the audience with the biggest impression of all after his show-stopping performance of “Beauty School Dropout”. 

‘Grease’ is a hit for good reason. What took off from a small Chicago theater company, made its mark on Broadway (16th longest run in history) and inspired a 1978 mega-hit starring John Travolta and Olivia Newton John, has now become an iconic part of pop culture. It is a story that so many of us can relate to, no matter when we went to high school.  From real teenage moments and hysterical antics throughout from the show’s many lively characters to well-executed song and dance numbers that keep your toes tapping, Marriott Theatre’s ‘Grease’ successfully keeps the classic musical alive in their own unique way while holding onto the integrity of the show. 

The arsenal of great songs is plenty and includes such familiar tracks as “We Go Together,” “You’re the One the I Want,” “Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee” and “Alone at a Drive-In Movie.” 

Highly recommended for those who enjoy laughing and listening to catchy music. 

‘Grease’ is being performed at Marriott Theatre through March 15th. For tickets and/or more show information, visit www.MarriottTheatre.com. 

A tragic Shakespearian tale of Romeo and Juliet set to the music of a Russian composer Sergei Prokofiev is brought to Chicago Harris theatre by The National Ballet Theatre of Odessa (Ukraine).

 A ballet in two acts, it starts out rather slow. Dancers are mostly standing around, and a sense of a theatre, rather than ballet, is conveyed. This low energy feel is not helped by the dull uniform-like color palette of the costumes and unexciting set decorations [of predominantly burgundy]. Luckily, the first scene features multiple quarrels between the servants, which escalate to a brawl, bringing some much-needed energy to the stage. We get our first look at lovely Juliet, who is most certainly the star of the show. 

Choreographed by Michael Lavrovsky, overall, Odessa’s Romeo and Juliet has a very traditional feel, full of reliable dance moves but not too many thrills for the Chicago Harris Theatre’s spoiled audience. Regardless, it does have some nice parts, all of them seemingly saved for the Second Act.

Alas, Act Two has a lot more sparkle. Events are set in motion, the pace is picked up and, to our delight, we get another major infusion of Romeo’s friend, red-headed Mercutio (danced by Nikolay Vorivodin), who is unquestionably the liveliest dancer of the troupe and, frankly, one of its most memorable. His spirited energy lights up every scene he’s in, and that’s a really good thing for this sleepy production. In his last performance he dances out a sword fight, churning out acrobatic- inspired moves, while remaining playfully graceful. Farewell, Mercutio, we’ll miss you.  

Odessa’s National Ballet Theatre features some very fine performers in Romeo and Juliet. Olga Vorobiova, who dances the part of Juliet, is absolutely outstanding. A world class ballerina, she is gracefully fluid and highly expressive. Her partner Stanislav Skrynnik (Romeo) is a very capable dancer, perfectly executing his role in the ballet as a support for Vorobiova during the couple’s love scenes. One of the most impressive scenes in the ballet is Romeo and Juliet last embrace; it’s absolutely gorgeous. Ahh, Romeo and Juliet, fused together in an expression of love and devotion; it brings tears to one’s eyes.

Encounter, running tonight through January 25, is the product of Collaboraction Theater’s role as Theater in Residence at Kennedy-King College. It takes place in the lovely and modern wood-paneled theater space at Kennedy-King’s campus at 63rd and Halsted Street.

It is sometimes said that theater is a community having a conversation with itself, and for many of us folks outside the Southside Englewood community, Encounter: Being, Becoming provides a golden moment to hear and to see that conversation.

The cast features both high profile stars and rising actors from across Chicago stages, films and television. First up opening night was Leida “Lady Sol” Garcia, who is the choreographer that brought Chicago’s hip-hop dance steps and performers to global stars like Madonna and Missy Elliot.

Her compelling and lively autobiographic performance, Lady Sol’s Dance Diary, Vol. 1., is directed by Sandra written and performed by Leida "Lady Sol" Garcia and directed by Sandra Delgado. Tracing her time from protege of Lauryn Hill whom she met while promoting the Fugees for Columbia Records. series of vignettes from Garcia’s life, with supporting dancers Cari Bermudez and Sydney Jackson, traces her brushes with fame, and her encounter with mental illness.

Another big name is Sir Taylor, who shares his life story in Inspire: Breath Life, starting from growing up in Cabrini-Green and the struggles he faced and overcame. Taylor became a founding member of the Jesse White Tumblers, which led him to compete as an Olympic gymnast for the U.S., and brought him around the world. A stop in Africa put Sir Taylor in touch with his roots and set him on path to community activist, mentor and leader of The Example Setters. The drumming scenes set in Africa were particularly dynamic, and Sir Taylor is a powerful presence on stage.

The Becoming program includes four original works by Chicago dramatists, which are captivating stories you will want to hear (I’m heading back to see them too):

Englewood: A Love Story, directed by Reginald Edmund, is a love letter to the past, present and future of Englewood, a blend of history and true stories from actual residents in the community.

Lift Every Voice: Written by G. Riley Mills and Willie Round, and directed by Rory Jobst. When a racist Snapchat makes its way around a high school its students are left to grapple with their own history, biases and privilege in order to maintain their relationships.

F.O.P., Written by Miranda Gonzalez and directed by Juan Castenada, after the birth of their child, two Chicago police officers and partners, Josh and Lala, are the victims of racial harassment at the hands of their fellow officers.

SANKOFA, written by Antwon Funches, directed by Tatyana Chante, it is set in the 19th century American South, and follows the climactic escape of an enslaved mother and daughter.

Encounter is curated through a combination of open and invited submissions from emerging and established artists throughout the city. Every performance is followed by a Crucial Conversation where the audience is welcomed to share their thoughts and lived experiences as they connect with the work. While the goal series serves to engage the Chicago community in discussion on issues of equity and inclusion, incite knowledge and grow empathy that leads to action and lasting change – the experience is far more fun, and a wonderful display of performance passion at a place many Chicagoans might overlook. Learn more and buy tickets at Collaboration/Encounter.com https://www.collaboraction.org/encounter

So, I went into Once on This Island, currently playing at the Cadillac Palace Theatre, knowing nothing of the show at all. Nothing. The above title, I took that from one of the songs that’s still stuck in my head — “Some Girls,” sung beautifully in this production by Tyler Hardwick’s Daniel.

But it’s the sentiment of that song, that some girls (or some things, like Broadway musicals, perhaps) are extraordinary, special, better than the status quo. As this production began, I wouldn’t have guess that it would take its place in the really good shows I’ve seen, or the really good ones I’ve had the privilege to review. But you know what? By the end of the show, it had.

You see (and my 16-year-old daughter, a theater geek in her own right, agreed with me as soon as the houselights went on), this show’s a grower. Before it began, the set held promise — audience members seated on either side of the stage itself, various sand and detritus hinting at the Caribbean island setting to come, what seemed to be cast members milling about.

But, just as 2018’s Auditorium Theatre touring production of The Color Purple found a stripped-down production overwhelmed by a cavernous locale, this production at first seemed to be swallowed up by the size of the Cadillac. The set was spread out over the stage, sure, but the sound was muddled and devoured by the site. This problem seemed to get better as the show went on — I’m not sure if my ears just adjusted or if the cast did the adjusting.

Or maybe it’s that, as I said, the show’s a grower. Because the cast and the songs they sang seemed to get better as it went on. A show that had my daughter’s head nodding to stay awake at first later found it nodding along to the story and the tunes. This being a one-act performance, the lack of an intermission worked wonders, not allowing the booze-and-bathroom break to kill the slow-building momentum. And build it did.

The story’s your standard girl-meets-boy-but-stuff-gets-in-the-way sort of plot that Disney’s mined for decades. And this story would totally fit into the Disney Princess pantheon if Disney’s ever looking to head to the Caribbean for anything other than Johnny Depp in a pirate getup. Told as the story (to a young cast member and the audience members seated on the stage’s edges) of an orphaned and impoverished island girl (Ti Moune played by Courtnee Carter) who falls in love with a rich boy (the afore-mentioned Daniel, played by the talented Hardwick), the best parts go to the supernatural characters who populate the fairy tale.

Kyle Ramar Freeman lords over the stage whenever he’s on it as Asaka, Mother of the Earth. Jahmaul Bakare isn’t far behind with his water god. Just as the land of Oz’s Glinda is overshadowed by the cool costumes and witchcraft of her more wicked counterparts, Cassondra James’ love goddess Erzulie isn’t as much fun as the other deities, though James’ voice and presence make up for what her character lacks. But throughout the show, I was enchanted by the fourth god, Papa Ge, the demon of death. The actress who played Papa Ge was done up all ratty and punk-rock, but her physicality and beauty and presence were evident, not to mention her musical chops. Only afterward did I look in the playbill and learn that this Papa Ge’s played by Tamyra Gray, my all-time favorite television singing competition entrant (she was on the very first season of American Idol, back when Kelly Clarkson won, back before my teenage date for this show was even born). Needless to say, even if she’s playing a hellish harvester of souls, Tamyra’s still got my heart!

And, it seemed, by the end of the show, the cast and the story they told and the songs that they sang had won over the hearts of the audience, too. The songs had gotten better, the sound had settled down, and the actors and singers had warmed up and settled in, giving the Cadillac Palace’s audience a good time, which I’m sure they’ll keep on doing in this production Lynn Ahrens and Stephen Flaherty’s Once on This Island, playing now through February 2.