Apostle on the Edge: A Response

…after my particularly unhappy review of Apostle on the Edge, the author, James Hanson, took a few moments to compose a response:

Dear Phillip, Thank you for taking the time to give my play such a thoughtful review! First, I apologize that, as a first-time Fringer, I had little to no idea what cross-promotion involved; after seeing several programs which did so, including yours of mine, I was very embarrassed, and realized that I should have done so, too. I did link to your Facebook event from mine and encourage people to go. But again, my apologies.

I’m of course sorry that you didn’t find my portrait of Paul compelling (to understate the matter). You’ve given me a lot to think about, but allow me to respond to some of your major points. First, the idea that Paul was, at the very least, a less-than-imposing figure is well-grounded in his letters. I completely reject, as you hopefully gleaned, the portrait of Paul in Acts, and not just as a matter of “taste.” It contains none of his theology, turns him into a heroic figure, and uses him for Luke’s own theological agenda, which includes an anti-Jewish dimension completely foreign to Paul. That, to me, is intellectual and theological dishonesty, or perhaps just ignorance. But see, for example, 2 Cor 10:10, where he quotes his critics as saying “his bodily presence is weak, and his speech contemptible.” Or 1 Cor 2:3, where he reminds the Corinthians that he first came to them “in weakness and in fear and in much trembling.” Or Galatians 4:13, where he reminds that Galatians “that it was because of a physical infirmity that I first announced the gospel to you…and you did not scorn or despise me.” Indeed, he builds a whole theology around his physical weakness, and sees it as a reflection of the way God chose to reveal God’s self and work in the world.

But I’m especially sorry that you saw no conviction coming through this “nebbishness.” Most others have. I certainly don’t think he was milquetoast – he was engaged in spiritual warfare, as you suggest. The question of whether his persecution of the early church involved violence is, I must counter, very much debated (the word often translated “violently” in Galatians 1, is literally “hyperbole,” which simply means vehemently, and is probably itself “hyperbole” for his rhetorical purposes). As you may be aware, Paul is depicted with a sword in Christian art because, as tradition has it, he was beheaded with one – not because he wielded one himself, for which there is no evidence. I put that there as a bit of ironic foreshadowing that only a few would get, not to emasculate him. But the portion about how the weakness and shame of the cross have given way to glory and domination – that’s both true to Paul and, I thought, delivered with conviction.

Clearly, the premise of the play did not speak to or get through to you – I wasn’t presenting Paul in his historical context, but imagining how the historical Paul might have reacted to what happens to his ideas as the church moves from being a counter-cultural, “fringe” movement to the center and becomes the principal shaper of Western culture. There is good historical and theological reason to think he would have been horrified, and that’s how I proceeded as I developed the piece. I won’t pretend to “objectivity,” but I did not simply set out to create a politically correct Paul. Regarding women, there’s simply no question that one has to choose between a Paul who considered women his full partners in the gospel and one who required them to remain silent and have no authority over a man. You don’t seem to object to the idea of the pseudepigraphical nature of some of the writings attributed to Paul, and you’re probably aware that there are many more reasons most scholars reject Pauline authorship of the Pastorals (especially) and the Deutero-Paulines (Ephesians and Colossions) than political correctness. Without those, you basically have 1 Corinthians 11 to deal with – which you quote above. I actually do have a section directly about that passage in my longer version of the play; why Paul was so adamant about head coverings is a bit of a mystery – or just one of his hang-ups, like wearing jeans to church. But what is clear is that, while he begins arguing this on the basis of the creation of man first, woman second, he does a complete about-face and says that man is not independent from woman, nor woman from man, “for just as woman came from man, so man comes through woman; but all things come from God.” In other words, he knows the patriarchal argument, but can’t bring himself to follow it through. Then see 1 Cor 7, which bears this out completely with regard to sexual relations (vv. 3-4 – unparalleled in ancient sexual mores), and the idea that women should ideally remain single to devote themselves to the lord – almost unheard of in his context and tradition. And, of course, there’s Gal 3.

So how would someone with those views react to the way the church came to vilify and oppress women? With anger and sadness, I suggest – and the kind of feistyness that I intended to convey.

Regarding homosexuality: First, you imply that my “defense” of Paul on this issue relies on “scribal error.” That’s hardly the case – you’re conflating it with what I said about Paul and women. And I did include the passage from Romans 1 that you mention – it was on the slide with the “God hates fags” picture. Second, you’d have a pretty tough time supporting your claim that Paul would have been aware of “mature homosexual relationships.” That’s the whole premise of that section of the play – where in the world would Paul have seen, or even heard of two adult members of the same sex romantically and/or sexually coupled? Homosexuality as a concept – that is, same-sex attraction as a natural and healthy expression of some people’s sexuality – simply didn’t exist at the time. One of Paul’s strengths, as I see him, is his ability to look at scripture and tradition in new ways based on new experiences and knowledge, and I don’t think it’s far-fetched at all that he would do so in regard to this issue. The idea that Gentiles would be included in God’s salvation without having to become Jews was every bit as controversial as the idea that God embraces homosexuals as they are (not to equate the two in substance, of course). And again, I would reiterate that I’m not simply developing what Paul thought at the time, but what he might think if he knew all that we now know. There’s simply no question that Paul was a progressive in his context, and there’s no reason to think he wouldn’t be today.

Especially with the centrality that love plays in his theology! I have a section that I had to cut that plays out Paul’s comparison with Jesus on the issue – Jesus was actually a lot more “judgmental” and exclusive than Paul in many areas – e.g., “It’s not fair to take the children’s [i.e., Israel’s] food and throw it to the dogs [i.e., the Gentiles]” (Mark 7:27); “I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel” (Matthew 15:24); “Whoever comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children [note, wife!], brothers and sisters, even life itself, cannot be my disciple” (Luke 14:26). Or his cursing of Bethsaida and Corizin, his excoriation of the Pharisees (Matt 23), his praise of those who make themselves eunuchs for the kingdom of God, etc. And, of course, Jesus was no less apocalyptic than Paul (e.g., Mark 9:1).There’s a heckuva lot of cherry picking that goes on in most people’s interpretation of Jesus.

I have enough confidence in my scholarship, my theology, and my life experiences not to take the charge of intellectual dishonesty and cowardice seriously – and I would suggest that such ad hominem remarks detract from your argument. You may be surprised to learn that I’m an agnostic – my views and my story are very similar to Bart Ehrman’s, with the addition that my rejection of a personal, loving God comes out of my very personal experience of childhood sexual abuse by a (Lutheran) pastor. For me, the only way a god is conceivable is as one who makes him/herself as vulnerable as humans, shares their suffering, and enlists us in the fight against evil. Those are Paul’s central themes, though he adds, of course, that God is one who ultimately triumphs over evil – but that takes more faith than I have.

I would have to say that your reading of Paul is far more selective than mine – picking out passages that “offend” modern sensibility and ignoring the underlying themes that animate his conviction that God is reconciling the world through Christ out of his overwhelming love for creation, and that God desires us to live with each other in a way that reflects that love. To invoke some of the “poetry and power” that I did, in fact, display in the play – “God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong;” and “Nothing in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God;” and “faith, hope, and love remain, and the greatest of these is love; and “whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just…think on these things.”

Again, thank you for your support of my show during the Fringe, and for taking the time to respond to it in a substantive way.

An amendment: After reading your review again, I think I erred in ascribing much substance to it – it’s basically a polemic that reflects little awareness of Paul’s letters or contemporary scholarship on him: Paul irredeemably sucks; this guy doesn’t know what he’s talking about; he’s a coward for not presenting Paul “as he really was” (that is, as you interpret him). That’s not really worthy of the response I gave, or the amount of self-betrayal (i.e., courage) it took for me to take on a point of view with which I fundamentally disagree (i.e., that there is a god who cares about what happens to us). But it was a helpful exercise, so thank you for that.

…I’d like to add a few more thoughts here, if I may.

First of all, I view these kinds of arguments as being central to the work that I find compelling, and they are certainly ones that I seem to repeatedly find myself getting sucked into Fringe after Fringe. The fact is, James and I have read the same source texts, and both walked away with a very clear sense of who Paul is, and our visions are completely incompatible. For all of the research and scholarship that we both do, we’re both working from an extremely limited data set. He did what an artist is supposed to do: he chose a direction, developed a vision, and presented it to an audience.

We could take turns going through each other’s arguments point-by-point – but in my experience, that quickly gets bogged down in the kind of minutiae that most readers have little patience for. I’m going to pick one that I think is creatively interesting:

“Regarding homosexuality: First, you imply that my ‘defense’ of Paul on this issue relies on ‘scribal error.’ That’s hardly the case – you’re conflating it with what I said about Paul and women.”

…and the thing is, he’s completely right! I am conflating that argument, and it’s not one that he explicitly makes in the show. (Also with the caveat that this is a show that I saw once, some weeks ago, in the middle of a tour in which I’ve sat through dozens.) I do think I remember this point well enough to have some meaningful reflection on it, however.

He does not draw an explicit parallel between the scribal error that he claims for Paul’s attitudes regarding women, and Paul’s attitudes regarding sexuality. However, when they are placed in such close proximity in an artistic work, it encourages an audience to draw that parallel.

And let me be clear here. I don’t mean to imply that James sat down and in any way attempted to create that parallel. I think that he sat down and attempted to create a sincere and apologetic work regarding a personage that he viewed as unjustly maligned.

The challenge of balancing art and scholarship has been one of the central conflicts of my career. I am painfully, agonizingly well-acquainted with the notion that navigating between assertion and implication in this kind of hybridized form is akin to navigating between the Symplegades. It is a serious, dire, and in my opinion moral peril that we have all committed to struggle with until we day we retire or expire.

When I’m touring a show, I adapt most of my reading to the topic that I’m working with – primarily to help keep me in that headspace, but also to make sure that I don’t sound like a complete fucking idiot in the various interviews that I inevitably end up doing on these tours. I’d like to take a moment to contrast three authors I’ve been reading in the past week.

I’ll pick the first because I referenced him in my review – Bart Ehrman. His approach is to say, “This is a hugely divisive issue. Here’s the data. Here’s the various interpretations. Here’s why I’ve chosen this particular one.”

The second I picked up because a critic referenced them in a review of my show – Reza Aslan’s Zealot. Here’s a quote that I find particularly noteworthy:

“Rather than burden the reader with the centuries-long debate about the life and mission of Jesus of Nazareth, I have constructed my narrative upon what I believe to be the most accurate and reasonable argument, based on my two decades of scholarly research into the New Testament and early Christian history. For those interested in the debate, I have exhaustively detailed my research and, whenever possible, provided the arguments of those who disagree with my interpretation in the lengthy notes section at the end of the book.”

…which, okay. I get the desire to construct a coherent, self-contained narrative, but in a subject this contentious I find this approach troubling – how many readers are actually going to research contesting arguments?

It is still, however, a significant step up from Howard Bloom’s comment in The Book of J (“J” being the theoretical author of a significant strand of Genesis, Exodus, and Numbers):

“…my primary surmise is that J was a woman…since I am aware that my vision of J will be condemned as a fancy or a fiction, I will begin by pointing out that all our accounts of the Bible are scholarly fictions or religious fantasies, and generally serve rather tendentious purposes.”

…I find this vile. His primary defense is that nobody knows anything for certain, therefore all theories are equally spurious.

I would rank Apostle on the Edge as being roughly equivalent to Aslan’s approach, rather than Bloom’s: his goal is to construct a cogent narrative, and leave further exploration to outside research.

If I find this approach troubling in a scholarly text, I find it exponentially more troubling in a creative work – and his audience reviews suggest that most of his audience are not viewing his performance as a supplementary text, but rather their introduction to Paul and his writings.

That said, Reza Aslan had appearances on both The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, and Harold Bloom is an academic superstar. They’re more accessible to a general public precisely because they both present an uncomplicated narrative.

One more tangent. On one stretch of my tour this year, my wife pointed out that, haha, look, our route takes us close to Kentucky – wouldn’t it be funny if we visited the Creation Museum? To which my response was Now that you’ve said that, we absolutely have to do it.

Predictably, I found it to be a monument to cognitive dissonance. One of the recurring images was that nearly every plaque contrasted “Man’s explanation” with “God’s explanation” – “Man’s explanation” was complicated, showing many factors interacting in complex ways, and “God’s explanation” was straightforward, a single arrow from cause to effect. And it presented this to me as though I would find the simpler explanation more satisfying!

The point is, it’s supposed to be confusing. We’re supposed to wrestle with it. My resistance to authors like Reza Aslan and James Hanson is their desire to streamline complex people and stories into simpler, more digestible forms.

How do you construct compelling theatre out of that? I have no earthly idea, and if I did, I would be significantly more successful than I am. James’ reception suggests that most audiences find his approach satisfying. I can’t share that sentiment. The complex and thoughtful arguments that he lays out in his response to my review simply don’t (for the most part) appear in his text, and audiences aren’t going to interface with that text on that level.

Embedding a detailed scholarly and theological discussion into the show would no doubt bog it down beyond rescue. These are not easy problems to solve. But attempting to solve them is exactly the challenge that we both chose to undertake in working with this body of material.

2015 Minnesota Fringe Festival Summary

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Bam! Done. All coverage (including all twenty-seven individual reviews) listed and linked below.

PRE-FRINGE COVERAGE

2015 Minnesota Fringe Video Trailers
2015 Minnesota Fringe Previews #1
OMG YOU GUYS LIKE SUPER TOP SECRET FRINGE PREVIEWS
2015 Minnesota Fringe Touring Artist Showcase

PRE-FRINGE PROFILES

Pre-Fringe Profile: Apostle on the Edge: The Life, Loves, and Letters of St. Paul
Pre-Fringe Profile: Deus Ex Machina
Pre-Fringe Profile: Dry Humping Art
Pre-Fringe Profile: Hank & Jesus (“Hay-soos”)
Pre-Fringe Profile: Hope You Guess My Name
Pre-Fringe Profile: Mrs Mortimer’s Xenophobic Travel Guide
Pre-Fringe Profile: PARIAH, or the Outcast
Pre-Fringe Profile: STANDING ON CEREMONY: The Gay Marriage Plays
Pre-Fringe Profile: Underneath the Lintel

Pre-Fringe Profiles: 2015 Edition (summary)

REVIEWS

Apostle on the Edge: The Life, Loves, and Letters of St. Paul
Area 51
Breakneck Hamlet
The Bunker
Cancer. Rape. Theatre. Loophole.
Confessions of a Delinquent Cheerleader
Craigslist: Not a Musical!
Dance with the Devil
Deus Ex Machina
Falling Man
Ferguson, USA
FRANKENSTEIN
Growing Into My Beard
Hey Bangladesh
“Mom?” A Comedy of Mourners
Mrs Mortimer’s Xenophobic Travel Guide
No Extra Lives: The Video Game-Themed Circus Sideshow
The OzFather
PARIAH, or the Outcast
Reinventing the Wolf
School of Rhythm
A Series of Absurdities
Spirit of Hope
STANDING ON CEREMONY: The Gay Marriage Plays
#SummthinsGonnaHappen
Tales from Cafe Inferno

Zeus’ Cuckoo (Kansas City Fringe only)

ARTICLES

Cancer. Rape. Theatre. Loophole. (about the controversy)
…annnd SCENE. (following up on the controversy)

Fuck Your Honeymoon (mnartists article)`

An Open Letter to the Young Artists of Words Players (not strictly Fringe-related, but published at the same time)

Minnesota Fringe Festival: A Series of Absurdities at HUGE Theater

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SHOW TITLE: A Series of Absurdities
PRODUCER: Lisandrist Productions
HAILING FROM: Illinois
SHOW DESCRIPTION: The Manic Pixie Dream Girl grows up. Cupcakes, cocks, underthings, ukuleles – with just a pinch of existential crisis. A three-woman show fusing sketch comedy, story-telling and performance art.

ME: So what is this show about?
HER: I dunno. It’s, like, a comedy, I guess?
ME: Oh, cool. The sign on the stage is promising.
HER: The Song of Seikilos?
ME: Yeah. That’s, like, the oldest song. Musical notation found on a Greek tomb.

And then the lights went down, and the show started, with the most promising opening that I’ve seen from a Fringe show this year: the three actresses enter, clad in togas, playing and singing the ancient, melancholy, haunting Greek melody. And then the lights start to strobe, a techno beat picks up, and they strip off the togas and begin to rage-dance in their undergarments. That is, like, the quintessential opening to a Fringe show.

The actual show itself was…kind of all over the map. The title of the show is vague, and it turns out to be well-named, because the content is sort of vague and unfocused, too. The vast bulk of it is sort of flash sketch comedy – they flip a series of placards, and do bits short enough that they feel almost like cutaways.

I laughed a handful of times, but for the most part I found these to fall into the SNL structural spiral, where they start out with an amusing premise and then just sort of peter out rather than resolving into a punchline.

They do a handful of heavier monologues – and, wow, do they hit us with a mack truck of them at the end of the show – and while they’re moving in and of themselves, I found myself confused at the role they serve in the show. It would be roughly equivalent to my doing an hour of stand-up, and then in the last five minutes unloading my darkest personal tragedy onto the audience. I’d be very concerned, not just about harshing the mellow, but about trivializing my confession with the context.

They did not seem to share this concern. I’m not saying that it wasn’t affecting, or that the performers don’t have my sympathy – I’m saying that I’m confused as to why it was included here, or what overall effect the show was aiming to achieve.

I was looking for a throughline in the show, something connecting one sequence to another. I should maybe have taken the title at its word – but I just don’t know what the cumulative response I was supposed to have was.

Questions? Comments? Enraged invective? Check out my answers to occasionally asked questions in Notes on Notes, or the contact info linked from that page!

Minnesota Fringe Festival: Area 51 at HUGE Theater

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SHOW TITLE: Area 51
PRODUCER: 11th Hour Productions
HAILING FROM: Iowa
SHOW DESCRIPTION: Leo and Haley are lost in the desert just outside of the mysterious Area 51. As they wait for a sign, they question whether they are headed in the right direction, both on their journey and in their lives.

This is a show that I stumbled into with no knowledge, and was pleasantly surprised by – it is a masterpiece of what I am just now and completely arbitrarily choosing to dub “vernacular poetry.” i.e., the language is superficially casual, but each line snaps into place in a way that the Broca’s area of my brain finds completely satisfying.

Moreover, this dialogue is enacted by a pair of actors who have both genuine chemistry with each other, and an ear for the way those lines of dialogue slot into and pile on top of each other. Listening to them speak those words was nothing but bliss.

It’s not something that I’m aggressively selling to everyone, because I’m not sure that everyone would share my reaction. But there is some depth, and some cleverness, and some subtlety to this, as well – that it’s all about the superstitions that people embrace to give themselves the illusion of control in terrifying, random universe. (Whether those superstitions are religious, dubiously spiritual, or dubiously scientific is left as open question, open to ridicule.)

What the hell – I’ll sell it. These guys came from Iowa, and it’s clever, funny, and not on enough radars. You should at least give it a freakin’ chance.

Questions? Comments? Enraged invective? Check out my answers to occasionally asked questions in Notes on Notes, or the contact info linked from that page!

Minnesota Fringe Festival: Growing Into My Beard at HUGE Theater

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SHOW TITLE: Growing Into My Beard
PRODUCER: I’ve Seen The Future
HAILING FROM: New York
SHOW DESCRIPTION: Bay Bryan confronts the status “woes” in this coming-of-age cabaret for anyone who has ever felt – even a little bit – queer at heart. A fusion of storytelling, improv, song cycle, and just a drop of drag.

This is essentially a musical revue, stitched together by fragments of storytelling. He’s got an excellent voice, and it was nothing but a pleasure to hear him sing.

When I say “fragments,” I truly mean fragments – there’s barely a cogent story here. It certainly skimps on detail. He tells us that he was in a terrible relationship by…telling us that he was in a terrible relationship. What that might mean is left as an exercise for our imaginations.

Content-wise, this is a coming-out story. As a long-time Fringegoer, I’ve witnessed many of these, some that I’ve loved, some less so. Alas, I found myself tilting towards the latter category on this one. I get that this is a cultural context that I don’t necessarily share, but in the past I’ve found many such narratives that I’ve identified closely with.

I want to emphasize that I’m an outlier here – his audience was enraptured, laughing at nearly every line out of his mouth. I don’t think I laughed once. Comedy is of course subjective, and sadly we seemed to be shooting just past each other.

But, y’know, that’s a lazy cop-out, right? I should try to do better than that. Most of his jokes seemed to revolve around coyness and misdirection, and that’s something that I’ve never had much patience with in comedy.

(Perhaps that’s a symptom of differing backgrounds? That crass confrontation has always worked for me as a heteronormative guy? That would certainly explain why so many gay comics rub me the wrong way.)

Ultimately, what I think it boils down to is that I believe that this guy has a hell of a story to tell – but I also believe that he didn’t really tell it. He gave us the vague outlines, skating over the details that would help us closely identify with the content. His singing is heartfelt, but a clearer context for it would have gone a long way for me.

Questions? Comments? Enraged invective? Check out my answers to occasionally asked questions in Notes on Notes, or the contact info linked from that page!

Minnesota Fringe Festival: Confessions of a Delinquent Cheerleader at HUGE Theater

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SHOW TITLE: Confessions of Delinquent Cheerleader
PRODUCER: FurTrader Productions
HAILING FROM: Minneapolis
SHOW DESCRIPTION: Who were you in High School? Hear true stories of a reformed cheerleader/bad girl at a private school back in the late 1980s. At times hilarious, at times tragic, she shares her “glory days” for all to judge.

CAVEAT: I have directed Mame in two of my comedies.

I discussed in my review of her preview my admiration for Mame as a comic actress, my dismay that I didn’t feel her abilities were appreciated, and my delight that she had found a format that seemed to play to those abilities. I’m further delighted to say that this review seems to be entirely unnecessary, as the show that I attended was nearly sold out to my eye.

When I say that the format plays to her abilities, holy shit and and how – it’s formal enough to sustain the show, but contains plenty of random and improvised sequences, and copious opportunity for banter – places in which she really shines as a performer.

Sitting through the show was an unmixed delight. If I have one point of hesitation, it’s that I feel that she leaves some pretty significant holes in her story – the underlying theme that she keeps coming back to is shame, and how it defined so many of her choices as a teenager – but where, ultimately, did that shame come from? Upbringing? Environment? It feels sort of like reading Daredevil’s secret origin, only it leaves out the part where radioactive mutagen leaks into her eyes. I’m not sure why the impulse to tiptoe around that stuff – I would suspect a fear of bogging the show down, but she seems perfectly willing to address heavier material towards the end.

This is a quibble. I was cackling in the places that I was supposed to cackle, which was most of the time. I’d tell you to see it, but thankfully it seems that most people already are.

Questions? Comments? Enraged invective? Check out my answers to occasionally asked questions in Notes on Notes, or the contact info linked from that page!

Kansas City Fringe Festival: Zeus’ Cuckoo at the Phosphor Studio

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SHOW TITLE: Zeus’ Cuckoo
PRODUCER: Michael Shaeffer
HAILING FROM: Alaska
SHOW DESCRIPTION: He’s the artist MAXIMUM ROCKNROLL magazine calls “inexplicable but totally hilarious” and the Minneapolis Star Tribune hails as “brilliantly funny, unpretentious, and engaging.”  National Poetry Slam poet and pop culture maven Michael Shaeffer flies in from Alaska to spin silly stories from Greek gods to 80s rock, from frisky frogs to Foghorn Leghorn to diesel-powered futuristic funk.  If you missed his 2013 show Hot Lava!–here’s your chance to catch him. The Bird is the Word!

CAVEAT: A word of warning that this is a show that, sadly, will not be coming to the Minnesota Fringe Festival this year. At his request, and because I’m a fan, I agreed to attempt to put a few brief words together.

ADDITIONAL CAVEAT: I have worked and toured with Mike for many years.

Writing reviews of Mike’s shows gets progressively more difficult for me, because he belongs to that small body of people for whom I have seen nearly every show. I’m that much of a fan.

What Mike does is tongue-in-cheek pop-culture slam poetry, with a healthy dollop of dirty jokes, delivered with a juvenile glee. He traffics in filth, but I have a hard time – even in this day and age, when we seem to be addicted to taking umbrage – imagining anyone being genuinely offended. There’s a sweetness to the way he tells them, a giddy, snickering charm that is clearly the product of arrested adolescence rather than outright perversion.

When I saw this, it had been a while since I’d had the pleasure of sitting through one of his shows – he hangs his hat in Alaska these days, so we don’t get to see much of each other. Maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder, but this show was easily among my favorites.

I commented, when I ran into him afterwards, “I’d guess that you’ve been writing more than performing lately?” And the reason that I asked is that this show was teeming with a number of subtle, literary touches – the kinds of touches that are rewarding in a full-length show like this one, but often unrewarded in the fast-moving slam world.

It’s not just that he references popular culture, but that he uses those references as some pretty deft metaphors – he brought a Mad Max riff back around to a surprising observation about the Caitlyn Jenner controversy that was as poignant as it was ridiculous, and I mean that as high praise.

What I mean is that he uses reference in a way that enlightens, rather than panders – it’s as much a tool in his toolbox as rhyme or meter or allegory. It’s not a crutch, it’s the language he speaks and thinks and breathes. The language we all do these days, really. As far as I’m concerned, that makes him the Poet Laureate of the Avengers generation – not the poet we deserve, perhaps, but the one that we need. He’s a silent guardian. A watchful protector.

A Dork Knight.

Questions? Comments? Enraged invective? Check out my answers to occasionally asked questions in Notes on Notes, or the contact info linked from that page!

Minnesota Fringe Festival: No Extra Lives: The Video Game-Themed Circus Sideshow at Nimbus Theatre

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SHOW TITLE: No Extra Lives: The Video Game-Themed Circus Sideshow at Nimbus Theatre
PRODUCER: Oops! Entertainment Productions
HAILING FROM: Minneapolis
SHOW DESCRIPTION: Without continues, warp zones, or cheat codes, Oops! The Entertainer must dig down deep to endure some of the most treacherous stunts in sideshow history. Come one, come all and witness his survival or demise!

…y’know, it’s really not fair to anyone: I’m such a soft touch when it comes to this kind of thing. The nostalgia button is an easy one to push, and it is always gives me the same reliable flood of pleasure. Hearing the music, seeing the costumes, made me giddy.

(It also helped that I was seated with a bunch of other geeks – when the synth player started pounding out the Ducktales theme, we sang along. During a transition, one of the performers looked at us askance and said “You guys are nerds.”)

So…it’s a real shame that this aspect really had nothing to do with the show proper.

This is a stunt show, a Jackass-type deal – the primary performer applies nails, staples, hammers, and all manner of blunt and sharp torture to his skin. This is very impressive – he had apparently sprained both his wrists over the course of the run prior to this.

Alas, I don’t find being impressed to be equivalent to being entertained. He has my admiration – but I can’t say that I really enjoyed watching him do these things to himself. And, consequently, can’t say that I really enjoyed the hour.

Questions? Comments? Enraged invective? Check out my answers to occasionally asked questions in Notes on Notes, or the contact info linked from that page!

Minnesota Fringe Festival: Falling Man at Nimbus Theatre

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SHOW TITLE: Falling Man
PRODUCER: Leonard Cruz Tanztheater
HAILING FROM: Maryland
SHOW DESCRIPTION: A solo performance that responds to the work of Max Beckmann and the famous photo of a man falling from the World Trade Center. Themes of falling and rising through dance and story telling will be explored.

I often find myself in a bizarre tug-of-war with dance shows – that I find myself wanting both more and less context for the dances as they happen. I often find myself lost with purely abstract movement (and in this instance, boy howdy do I find myself missing John Munger more and more each year), but at the same time I often find myself resenting outright explanation.

(In this case, I’ll confess that I was annoyed by the performer’s repeated apologies for how dark the dances were, and how he wasn’t sure that we could handle just how dark he was going to go, which honestly feels pretty goddamn insulting.)

That said, I found the dancer extraordinary – he is proficient, and it was consistently satisfying to watch his limbs snap into their seemingly inevitable place.

(Oddly, the other piece I struggled with was yet another storytelling hybrid, in which he narrated action that was occasionally reinforced by movement. While the underlying story was both moving and compelling, the fact is that his facility with language does not match his facility with his body, and his words did not snap into place in the satisfying manner that his limbs did. It seems strange that his proficiency as a dancer made me less tolerant of his shortcomings as a storyteller, but, well. There it is.)

Likewise, I wasn’t in love with the seemingly self-aggrandizing Q&A session following the show (and those things are always a minefield for audiences, I find). That said, those are three sequences that I struggled with: for the vast bulk of the performance, I was riveted.

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Minnesota Fringe Festival: Dance with the Devil at the Ritz Proscenium

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SHOW TITLE: Dance with the Devil
PRODUCER: Erin Sheppard Presents
HAILING FROM: Minneapolis
SHOW DESCRIPTION: Through dance and storytelling, Dance with the Devil toys with soul selling, collecting, and attempting to outsmart the master of tricksters. When you want something badly enough, you’ll do anything to get it.

The dance-storytelling hybrid that this company has made their bread and butter seems to be an emerging genre: enough so that I did one myself a few years back. Our initial exchange went something like this:

DANCER: So, you’ll do some storytelling, and we’ll do some dance!
ME: So – your marketing plan is to take an unmarketable genre, and hitch it to another unmarketable genre?
DANCER: (looking slightly hurt) …no…

…because, y’know, I’m a douchebag. Nevertheless, these guys have made it work for them. I’ve reviewed one of their shows before – Tainted Love at the Horror Festival – and actually found this to be a much stronger hour.

Why? While, the last show of theirs that I saw had some particularly dense storytelling, and some light, expansive, crowd-pleasing dance. This seemed to be almost the exact reverse – some generally lighter storytelling with some surprisingly dark movement sequences, and somehow this mixture was way more effective for me.

I don’t mean to be dismissive of the storyteller, who does an admirable job – but for the most part, her central joke is the grand, overbearing notion of sin, contrasted with the relatively lame sins that she actually committed in her youth. (The one notable exception to this is her discussion of her family’s struggle with addiction, which is some legitimately heavy stuff.) She’s appealing, and her stories are clever and well-written.

In contrast, the dance sequences were surprisingly dark, particularly in contrast to the more crowd-pleasing ensemble dances that I remember from their last show. Dark, but not heavy, which sounds bizarre, considering that, like, I sat through a scene where a man strangled a woman to death. But the overall aesthetic was so goddamn upbeat that it just doesn’t feel so oppressive, y’know?

The overall effect was salt and sugar – mostly confectionary, but with a sharp little kick to it.

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