Monday, February 3, 2025

Charles Busch and Cats: Jellicle Ball Among Obie Winners

Charles Busch, in his play Ibsen's Ghost,
received a lifetime achievement Obie Award.
Playwright-performers Charles Busch and Cole Escola and the director, choreographer and ensemble of Cats: The Jellicle Ball were among the winners of the 68th annual Obie Awards, announced on Feb. 1 on NY-1 News. Rather than holding an awards ceremony, the American Theater Wing will present grants to the 35 winners totaling $250,000. There will be a private event to toast the winners on Feb. 10. The awards cover shows opening from Sept. 1, 2023 to Aug. 31, 2024. The Obies are now the only major NYC-based theater award to make their presentations in February rather than in late May-June when all the others including the Tonys, Drama Desks and Outer Critics are handed out.

The 68th Obie Awards recognizes the outstanding contributions made throughout the 2023-2024 Off- and Off- Off-Broadway theatre season in New York City. The complete panel of judges for the current Obie Awards season are: Aya Ogawa, award-winning writer, director, translator and performer; David Greenspan, Obie-winning playwright and actor; Diep Tran, Editor in Chief of Playbill; Heather Alicia Simms, actor most recently seen in the Pulitzer Prize winning production of Fairview and Broadway’s Purlie Victorious; Modesto “Flako” Jimenez, multi-hyphenate artist; Nikiya Mathis, recipient of the Henry Heard Design Award and The Antonio Award; Ryan J. Haddad, actor and playwright; and Taylor Reynolds, Obie Award winning director. Returning to the Obie panel are Wilson Chin, scenic designer for theater, opera, film, and television; and Obie-winning playwright Haruna Lee. Lee and Chin serve as co-chairs of the panel, as well. The judges thoroughly evaluated over 300 productions, engaged in thoughtful discussions, and, through their votes, selected the recipients.

A full list of winners follows:

Book Review: Miss May Does Not Exist: The Life and Work of Elaine May, Hollywood's Hidden Genius

(Bought at Barnes and Noble on sale for $10) Carrie Courogen's detailed and enjoyable biography of the comedy legend Elaine May made me think of Orson Welles. Both May and Welles were regarded as geniuses who acted in, directed and wrote a successful early picture (A New Leaf for May and Citizen Kane for Welles), but never fulfilled this promising beginning--or so the conventional wisdom goes. Both were never really able to confine themselves to the Hollywood power structure in order to make the movies they wanted to. Were Welles and May too perfectionistic and individual to play ball with the studio bigwigs? Or were they just undisciplined brats? The Hollywood party line is that May overindulged herself while making A New Leaf and Mikey and Nicky, and had a reasonable comeback with The Heartbreak Kid since she concentrated on just directing Neil Simon's screenplay and did not act in it. But she blew all her goodwill capital on the colossal flop Ishtar which along with Heaven's Gate became a byword for bloated disasters. She saved her reputation by becoming Tinseltown's go-to script doctor, fixing up Tootsie, Reds, and Heaven Can Wait, only taking credit on the last named. 

Courogen makes the case that May's exile status was not entirely her own fault. Plenty of male directors like Kubrick, Scorsese, Bogdanovich and Coppola went way over budget, produced box-office stinkers and were given a second, and sometimes a third, chance. In the 1970s and 80s, you could count the number of women directors on the fingers of one hand and still have a few digits left over. But sexism was not the sole cause of her erratic movie work. She would film endless takes, spend months editing miles of footage and sometimes refuse to turn over the final print at the deadline, resulting in legal battles.   

The author also examines May's penchant to remain behind the scenes. Hence the title which was May's gag biography on an early comedy album with Mike Nichols. Her performing partnership with Nichols and their dynamic effect on comedy is carefully scrutinized. May was brilliant at creating new characters and improvising while Nichols edited their sketches and reigned her in. Once they split up, Nichols went on to become a top director while May struggled to maintain a solid career arc. She is a brilliant writer, but her playwrighting efforts were variable. Rarely more than one act, her works ran the gamut from wildly funny (Hotline, George Is Dead, Adaptation, Power Plays) to so-so extended sketches (Mr. Goggle and Mr. Preen, After the Night and the Music, Adult Entertainment, Taller than a Dwarf). As an actress she is also fantastic, winning a Tony Award for The Waverly Gallery and the National Society of Film Critics award for Best Supporting Actress for Woody Allen's Small Time Crooks. She was a highlight of Enter Laughing, Luv and Allen's woebegone Amazon series Crisis in Six Scenes.

May is finally getting the industry recognition she deserves with several life time achievement accolades including an honorary Oscar. Courogen's bio beautifully chronicles May's eccentric path.

Saturday, February 1, 2025

More Catching Up With Oscar and Razzie Films

Alessandro Nivola and Adrien Brody
in The Brutalist.
In recent years, I've tried to see as many of the Oscar nominated films before the Big Night as possible. The pursuit makes me feel important, as if having partaken of all the nominees somehow transforms me into a qualified Academy voter. At the very least, I might do better at the Oscar pool. This year the race is unpredictable with several films including The Brutalist, Emilia Perez, Conclave and A Complete Unknown in the forefront for top awards. Last year, Oppenheimer had it all sewed up. Now various factors could play into the final outcome. Transgender actress Karla Sofia Gascon of Emilia Perez appeared to be a favorite, but some nasty politically incorrect tweets have emerged and she was forced to issue an apology. The Brutalist appears to be in the lead for Best Picture. It checks all the boxes--a staggering three-hours-plus running time, Holocaust subject matter, enigmatic, flawed protagonist, critique of the American Dream. Recently viewed at Kew Gardens Cinema, the massive epic of a Hungarian-Jewish architect reminded me of Paul Thomas Anderson's There Will be Blood and The Master. Both featured disagreeable protagonists scaling the heights of American economy and crushing those who stand in his way. I can't say I liked the film. The characters were so negative. I was never bored and I admired the direction, cinematography and screenplay. But I didn't enjoy myself as I do at the films of Woody Allen, Wes Anderson or Robert Altman. I've seen all but two of the Best Picture nominees (only missing I'm Still Here and Nickel Boys). Brutalist is still my prediction for the winner, but I have a feeling my preference would be Nickel Boys--it sounds fascinating with its POV angles and it won Best Picture from the notoriously picky National Society of Film Critics.

Inside Out 2: Sweet Without Being Cloying
In the less flashy Oscar categories, I've caught four of the five Animated Feature films (only missing Memoirs of a Snail.) The poetic Flow is the probable winner. The Wild Robot and Inside Out 2 were sweet without being cloying. Wallace and Gromit was too gimmicky, extending its jokes too long. In Documentary Features, I streamed Soundtrack to a Coup d'Etat and Black Box Diaries, both unqiue depictions of societal cruelty. I tried to watch the Doc. Short Subject nominee Incident on YouTube, but it was very difficult. I only got through half of its 30 mins. of dashboard-surveillance footage of police shooting a man. Very uncomfortable to watch the overreaction of the police and then their attempts to cover it up. I will try to finish it.

Jerry Seinfeld (c.) in Unfrosted
Credit: Netflix
At the other end of the taste spectrum, I viewed Netflix's multiple Golden Razzie nominee (for the worst movies of the year), Unfrosted. Jerry Seinfeld's Netflix comedy throws everything at the wall to see what sticks. The ridiculous plot revolves around the creation of the pop-tart and which cereal giant, Kellogg's or Post, will get to the supermarket shelves first. Every comic actor that owed Seinfeld a favor and every early 1960s trope shows up in a chaotic screenplay co-authored by Seinfeld (he also directed). There's even a goofy satire of Jan. 6 with Hugh Grant leading an army of cereal mascots to stop the certification of the breakfast treat which may put them out of business. There were funny moments, but few and far between. Even so, it was silly fun to watch this gigantic goofball of a movie.
The cast of Unfrosted



Francis Ford Coppola's Megalopolis
certainly looks good.
The same could be said for Francis Ford Coppola's sci-fi passion project Megalopolis, nominated for Worst Picture and Shia LaBoeuf and one of Trump's "Ambassadors to Hollywood" (whatever that means) Jon Voight as Worst Supporting Actor. Voight is also nominated for his bad performances in Reagan, Shadowlands and Strangers. There's just too much going on in Coppola's fever dream of a futuristic fantasy with idealistic Adam Driver attempting to build a utopia against the wishes of slimy politicians Giancarlo Esposito and Voight. It's beautiful to look at and important to see because Coppola is the director-writer, but ultimately a confusing mess.