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“Network” at Invictus Theatre Co. is one fun, funny, exciting show. In this full-throttle Chicago debut at the WIndy City Playhouse on Irving Park Road, we get a powerhouse rendering of Lee Hall’s script.

Adapted to the stage in 2017 for a London production from the Oscar-winning 1976 screenplay by Paddy Chayefsky, the passage of nearly 50 years since the film version has made the stage version even more powerful.

Chayefsky used his television insider experience skillfully to create a rollickingly funny portrait of the follies of big media business. Hall also laces the script with damning indictments of the intersection of capitalism and big media news reportage that has exchanged integrity for ratings-driven content, debasing news, and forsaking the public trust. This angle makes “Network” even more timely today, the era when TV’s commentating personalities (and online streamers for that matter), untethered from factual information, have been in the ascendance.

We’ve also watched as these personalities crashed and burned, costing the media owners billions of dollars as they flame out amid defamation and libel suits.
In the case of the 1976 “Network,” with its amazing performances by Peter Finch as Howard Beale and Faye Dunaway as his ambitious producer Diana Christensen, the movie played as satire (though said to be based on a true story).

Five decades later with Invictus Theatre’s “Network,” we see a vivid portrayal of life imitating art. With a large cast and many moving parts—directed superbly by Charles Askenaizer—we meet news anchor Howard Beale (James Turano is positively magnetic), a network television anchorman who is fired for his declining ratings. When in one of his last few broadcasts he promises to kill himself on air, no one among the producers and directors notices. But the audience does, and his ratings skyrocket.

 In the control booth at UBS (l-r): John Chambers, James Lewis, Joe Sergio, and Anne Trodden. 

Calculating there is gold to be had, producer Diana Christensen (Anne Trodden is pitch perfect) convinces station exec Frankl Hackett (a deft performance by Joe Sergio) to reverse his edict to fire Beale, and instead give him his own show.

The news slot is then transformed from a me-too recitation of the day's top news, to ranting commentator Beale before a live studio audience on “The Howard Beale Show.” Suddenly sponsors are willing to pay millions and producers let Beale do and say whatever he wants. That is, until a global mega corporation moves to acquire the parent of UBS, and Beale attacks the prospective merger. This triggers even more hilarious outcomes as the big corporate brass intervene directly, bringing down the hammer on Beale in a come to Jesus moment complete with organ music and stained glass windows.

It’s all this and more, in the fast-paced setting of a television studio. What Chayefsky only imagined has now become the reality all around us, where the “talent” (as these on-air stars are known) have power over their corporate bosses - news ethics be damned. It is only when the tab for subjorning falsities for ratings gets high—think voting machine maker Dominion’s $787 million settlement with Fox News, or sex harassment settlements—that management reigns in the likes of Tucker Carlson, Bill O’Reilly, etc.

“Network” is a fantastic production, with convincing lights-camera-action of a television station, and even the audience called into the action. The control booth serves as a droll commentary on the action as we see the producer Christensen, exec Schumacher, producer Harry Hunter (John Chambers) and the Director (James Lewis) delight in Beale’s antics on air. A special shout-out to Lewis, whose mostly wordless role centers on his body language and reactions within the control booth—real acting!

Highly recommended, “Network” runs through September 29 at the WIndy City Playhouse, 3014 W. Irving Park Road in Chicago.

Triggered by Shylock’s role, Invictus Theatre gives us a strong production of The Merchant of Venice. One of Shakespeare’s most accessible plays, The Merchant is seasoned with timeless lines: “Love is blind”, “Let me play the fool,” “The quality of mercy is not strained,” “the devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.”

And its well-crafted subplots include the famous trio of suitors seeking the key to marry the princess Portia (Julia Badger), by choosing blindly among three boxes - with only the barest of hints to guide them. The Merchant of Venice also features Shakespeare’s only explicitly Jewish character, Shylock (Joseph Beal) – a moneylender who, along with his Jewish companion, Tubal (Joshua Seeger), is reviled by the citizens of Venice. In this production, we are transported to Mussolini’s Italy in 1938 – a time when Hitler’s Nuremburg laws against Jews were promulgated.

Though updating the period of Shakespeare’s plays is almost commonplace, as though the scripts are in need of a facelift, Invictus heightens the impact of the singularly disturbing Jew-baiting structured into Shakespeare’s action and dialog. The opening scene features menacing uniformed Blackshirt fascista in jackboots and jodhpurs, and soon enough the merchant Antonio (Chuck Monro) spits in the face of Shylock (Joseph Beal). Mussolini’s face is plastered in posters all around, and his thundering speeches play before the curtain rises. The costumes by Sato Schechner are elegant and on trend.

What Shakespeare had in mind with Shylock is open to question; Jews had been driven from and banned by England for centuries. Invictus dramaturg Michael Shapiro notes the play was likely produced in response to a plot to kill Queen Elizabeth – for which her Jewish-Spanish physician was executed. The Bard may also have been drawn to the outsider nature of Shylock, who like Othello or Hamlet, suffers for his “otherness.”

Christians in Venice were prohibited by the Church from making loans, so Jews made them. Shylock laments his lack of stature among the merchant class, despite the essential service he offers.

In the play, the young merchant Bassanio (Martin Diaz-Valdes) needs funding for ships in a trading expedition. Shylock sets up a bullet-proof contract with default requiring payment in the famous “pound of flesh.” Bassanio also needs the wealth to buttress pursuit of Portia as his bride. As the plot turns, the ships founder in storms, and the loan is called. Shylock engenders our sympathy as he expounds eloquently on the abuse he suffers from the trading class.

When Bassanio’s associate Salarino (Mitchell Spencer) suggests the terms are too harsh to enforce, Shylock asserts his case compellingly in the marketplace:

He hath disgraced me, and….what's his reason? I am a Jew….

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? …If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

In this Merchant of Venice, the language of Shakespeare is handled effectively, with Chuck Monro as Antonio, Martin Diaz-Valdes as Bassanio and Madeline Pell as Nerissa delivering compelling performances.  Monro also brings a depth of emotion to his part.

In the role of Shylock, Joseph Beal uses a kind of Ashkenaz accent (a Western European “Jewish” accent if I have it right) which atop the Elizabethan English is quite a feat. But it seemed to me the Ashkenaz was slathered on a bit heavily, which at times diminished the power of the underlying script. Still you cannot not miss the power of his Shylock performance, a testament to Beal’s strength. A nod to a very special performer is in order: Jack Morsovillo played Launcelot, the Jailer, and the suitor, the Prince of Arragon, effortlessly switching roles, between stints playing incidental guitar music. Well done!

Recommended, The Merchant of Venice runs through November 17 at the Pride Arts Center, 4147 N. Broadway in Chicago.