Author: Jamie Portman

Jamie Portman has distinguished himself as one of the finest theatre critics in the country. He is presently a free lance critic , periodically writing reviews for theatre in Canada and in England for the Capitalcriticscircle and Postmedia-News (formerly CanWest). Jamie makes his home in Kanata.
My Brilliant Divorce: A Shining Achievement

My Brilliant Divorce: A Shining Achievement

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One-person shows are drearily frequent on the theatrical scene — and often they smack more of budget-controlling measures than anything else. But Geraldine Aron’s My Brilliant Divorce, now at the Gladstone, is an exception. That’s due, not only to the quality of the text but to Kate Hurman’s terrific performance as a woman picking up the pieces of her shattered life after the breakdown of her marriage.

Hurman makes the character of Angela our irresistible confidant in this play, inviting us to share moments of rage, resentment, sorrow, despair and humiliation, but also ensuring that we also experience the release of laughter when her naturally buoyant sense of humour reasserts itself.

To a point, our response to Angela’s unreeling of her miseries may seem suspect. Should we really be enjoying Hurman this much as she rants about her estranged spouse’s new girlfriend, a sexpot with the voluptuous lips of Angelina Jolie? Or, as she caustically recalls her encounters with a chauvinistic divorce attorney, or as she makes a disastrous middle-aged attempt to re-enter the dating circuit?

There’s a certain element of the spectator sport in our natures when it comes to gluing ourselves to the spectacle of a human train wreck — witness the addiction many of us have to the ongoing Rob Ford saga — and we can be cocooned against its full implications by knowing that it’s not happening to us.

But Geraldine Aron’s textured and affectionate script offers a bouquet of opportunities to an attentive actress. The play, discreetly directed by the reliable John P. Kelly, has a natural flow at the Gladstone. And, thanks to Hurman, who also takes on a variety of other roles, we’ll never make the error of regarding My Brilliant Divorce as no more than an extended stand-up routine.

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Seeds Spins Some Unsettling Variations On the David-Versus-Goliath Story

Seeds Spins Some Unsettling Variations On the David-Versus-Goliath Story

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L.to R. Christine Beaulieu, Tanja Jacobs, Eric Peterson.

here’s a memorable moment in Seeds when Eric Peterson, superb in the role of embattled Saskatchewan farmer Percy Schmeiser, delivers a passionate defence of farmers’ rights against the overwhelming powers of the genetically modified food industry.

It’s not an elegant moment. Indeed, there’s more than a glimmer here of Oscar Leroy, whose cantankerous presence once enlivened the Corner Gas television series. But in its mingling of anger, despair and futile defiance, it carries its own rough-hewn eloquence. The polemic works but — this is important — only for the moment.

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Drama at Inish: Good Performances Rescue this Drama at the OLT.

Drama at Inish: Good Performances Rescue this Drama at the OLT.

Drama At Inish is a trifle of a play which seeks to wrest a full evening’s entertainment out of a trifle of a situation. As such, it poses a challenge to anyone attempting it.

Lennox Robinson’s 81-year-old comedy has to do with an Irish seaside town and the impact on it of a travelling theatre troupe which has no intention of providing the kind of light summer entertainment to which it has become accustomed. Instead the townsfolk get a diet of gloom and doom — Ibsen, Chekhov, Strindberg — and their reaction to what they see on stage casts a pall over the community even as people continue flocking to the performances.

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Harold Pinter’s The Dumb Waiter Endures a questionable sex change

Harold Pinter’s The Dumb Waiter Endures a questionable sex change

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If the people at Ottawa’s Third Wall Theatre and 100 Watt Productions are to believed, hit men in the England of the 1950s were not confined to the male gender.

Such seems to be the rationale for the sex change which occurs in the production of Harold Pinter’s The Dumb Waiter, which arrived last week at the Avalon Studio on Bank Street.

Instead of Ben and Gus, the two hit men waiting in the cellar of a Birmingham house to carry out a contract killing, we have Benita (Kristina Watt) and Augusta (Mary Ellis). But really, the production’s bold conceit of casting two women ultimately seems rather pointless — apart from giving two accomplished performers the chance to show off their acting chops.

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Algonquin’s Frankenstein brings off some powerful visuals.

Algonquin’s Frankenstein brings off some powerful visuals.

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Photo credit: Andrew Alexander. He’s a grotesque, man-made creature on a rampage of anger and violence — and ultimately murder. But you also sense that he has a soul — of sorts. So you can’t deny his anguish of spirit, his suffering, his feelings of desolation and abandonment as he wanders through a hostile terrain in a poignant search for his maker.

That terrain is as much metaphysical and spiritual as it is horrifying, and this is one of the strengths of Frankenstein: The Man Who Became God, the play that the Algonquin College theatre program has bravely decided to mount.

This is not the Frankenstein of actor Boris Karloff and director James Whale, although their 80-year-old movies continue to have the greatest impact on the popular imagination. This stage piece by Alden Nowlan and Walter Learning is far truer to the purpose of Mary Shelley, the author of the original book, but beyond that, you find it carries its own special resonance.

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Enron : A Winner All The Way

Enron : A Winner All The Way

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There’s a terrific moment in the National Arts Centre’s production of Enron when we watch a succession of smaller and smaller containers being manipulated in order to demonstrate the art of corporate fraud.

The manipulator is a talented numbers geek named Andy Fastow, played with slicked-down hair and an excess of smarm by Eric Davis. He’s an anxious minion who yearns to be “somebody” in Enron — that’s the notorious Texas energy corporation that came to typify the worst excesses of corporate crime after its 2001 bankruptcy revealed that its purported $100 billion in revenues didn’t really exist.

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Enron: Michael Billington writing for The Guardian.

Enron: Michael Billington writing for The Guardian.

Royal Court, London 5 / 5 stars

Reviewed by Michael Billington, for the Guardian,  September 23, 2013.

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Samuel West, Tim Pigott-Smith and Amanda Drew in Enron. Photograph: Tristram Kenton

 

After the high praise earned in Chichester, there was always the lurking fear the Enron bubble might burst on transfer. But, although it had more room to manoeuvre at the Minerva, Lucy Prebble’s play and Rupert Goold’s production are so strong that they survive the move. What they vividly offer is not a lecture on corporate madness but an ultra-theatrical demonstration of it at work.

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Half Life: OLT Faces a Challenge with Half Life

Half Life: OLT Faces a Challenge with Half Life

John Mighton’s award-winning play, Half Life, is a delicate piece — a meditation on memory in all its potency and uncertainty and unreliability. We never really know whether Patrick and Clara, these two aging residents in a nursing home, actually knew and loved each other in an earlier time. They themselves may think so, even though their grasp of the past seems problematic. But Mighton’s script suggests that this doesn’t really matter. What counts is that a relationship is now happening; it may seem precarious because Clara’s mind in particular is clouded; it may — as Patrick especially insists — be a renewal of an old love, or it may well be a late-flowering attraction between two people who have in fact never met before.

Director Daniel Brooks, who staged the premiere production of Half Life at Toronto’s Tarragon Theatre, suggested in 2005 that the play is as much about forgetting as it is about memory — that it is driven by the thesis that we are ultimately defined as much by what we forget as what we can remember, and that time as we normally understand it can be capricious, even irrelevant when it comes to understanding our identity.

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The NAC’s Kim’s Convenience is a delight

The NAC’s Kim’s Convenience is a delight

kims_convenience_06__largeOne suspects that Ins Choi’s delightful comedy, Kim’s Convenience, would work better in the NAC’s more intimate Studio. Designer Ken MacKenzie’s outstanding set will strike a chord with anyone who has ever visited a convenience store — that surprisingly enduring staple of Canadian urban life — yet it seems diminished by the yawning expanse of the NAC Theatre.

We tend to feel distanced from the all-too-real destinies being worked out on stage. And at times, dialogue is scarcely audible — a particular loss when it comes to Paul Sun-Hyung Lee’s otherwise superb performance as Appa, the aging and often exasperating Korean-Canadian patriarch who owns a convenience store in Toronto’s Regent Park neighbourhood.

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The Canadian Premiere of Detroit Underlines the Deficiencies of an Over-Praised Play

The Canadian Premiere of Detroit Underlines the Deficiencies of an Over-Praised Play

Detroit, by Plosive Productions. Left to right: Stephanie Izsak; David Benedict Brown; Teri Loretto-Valentik; David Whiteley
Detroit, by Plosive Productions. Left to right: Stephanie Izsak; David Benedict Brown; Teri Loretto-Valentik; David Whiteley

The pickings must have been pretty slim the year that Lisa D’Amour’s Detroit emerged as a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize.

To be sure, it offers an ample supply of cheap and easy laughs — a potential enthusiastically exploited in the play’s Canadian premiere by Ottawa’s Plosive Productions. Director Chris Ralph’s overwrought treatment therefore does little to lessen the suspicion that this is a grotesquely overpraised work.

There is certainly validity in D’Amour’s dramatic concerns. The decay of inner-city suburbia is a reality in today’s North America. The spectacle of human lives in economic and social dislocation is another. And although it’s scarcely original in today’s cultural climate to write about the death of the American Dream, there are still interesting variations to be wrung from this theme. But you don’t really get them here.

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