Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead, but you probably don’t even care.
Playwright Tom Stoppard has given these two minor characters from arguably William Shakespeare’s greatest play, “Hamlet”, a stage of their own to argue about destiny, fate, life, death, to be and not to be.
Director Anthony Galleran brings Stoppard’s 1966 play “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead” to the Hunger Artists Theater in Fullerton and made the production seem larger than it actually is. The theater, a dinky place, expanded with visual simplicity and heavy themes. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern debuted their actual feelings toward the great tragic hero, Hamlet, who weaved in and out of the scenes and seamlessly displayed his own story to the abysmal few who have to yet to read it.
Yes, Hamlet is a great character. And yes, he is a hard one to play. Ryan Knight, playing Hamlet, did not have much to work with: a few scenes spliced in with out of context emotions and an abnormally long time to hide in a box. To be frank, Knight was a fine Hamlet. And his cohorts represented the other well-known characters just as well, although the audience failed to laugh or snigger at Claudius’ contrived funny moments. But whenever the famous story got stage time, even the snippets seemed too long. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern were the only characters to care about.
It wasn’t just their comedy, which was rapid yet perfectly timed. It wasn’t just their soliloquies on destiny, which carried out nicely and were always welcome. The best part about watching those two was their relationship.
Topher Mauerhan, as Rosencrantz, was dumb, but in the most perfect amount. He did not overdo it, as so many actors tend to do when playing the idiot. He was vulnerable and loveable and laughable all at the same time. Though his character was an absolute dunce, Mauerhan did not let Rosencrantz die as one. His monologue was honest and his dialogues were thoughtful, a fine example of a character who is the source of unexpected truths: “What’s the point of living if you’re not happy?”
But it was Guildenstern, played by Gregory Spradlin, who illuminated his relationship with Rosencrantz. Spradlin could have ignored Maurehan’s silliness and denseness. Instead, he was patient. They are together in this little quest to unveil the source of Hamlet’s curious behavior. When they realize they are on a much larger, cosmological quest and must ask the hard questions, Guildenstern does not lash out at his dimmer friend’s inability to keep up. They share an understanding and Guildenstern’s restraint and visible annoyance is endearing. It seemed the two had been friends for ages.
Spradlin, noticeably present on stage, had a remarkable voice. It’s rare to find an actor these days whose voice is the thing you remember. But there was something about the way he controlled it and still let emotion come through.
Another character worth mentioning is The Player, played by Mark Coyan, a man who was probably born to entertain. He was big and engaging and led his sorry squad well. Only the audience did not seem to appreciate his or any other actor’s energy—this is the same audience that doesn’t find scene change applause part of their own fate. The lack of energy from the seats, though, was made up for on the stage. Again, Galleran knew how to make the most of his space.
“Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead”, which had nearly no plot, was an interesting spin-off and offers an opportunity to ask earnest questions. The Hunger Artists Theater’s rendition did more to emphasize the relationships of those asking. While their word games and Abbott and Costello rapidity were fun, neither Rosencrantz nor Guildenstern would have come to any conclusion without being alongside the other. Guildenstern’s simple look at the blacked out Rosencrantz said more than their monologues ever could have.
You might not care that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern have met their fate; but their journey to it is what will make you think and care about your own.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead runs Aug. 27th – Sep. 19th 2010
Fri. & Sat. – 8:00 pm
Sun. – 7:00 pm
General Admission: $18
Students/Seniors (with ID): $15
Images courtesy of the Hunger Artists Theater

Be prepared–I am going to use several songs from The Lion King as part of my review. Oh what? I already have used one? Muahaha.
Then there were the masks of Mufasa and Scar which generally sat upon their head, rather than hiding their faces, yet had the ability to move forward over their face when the actor chose to do so, creating a dramatic effect suited for the specific scene. No wonder Simba just can’t wait to be king. Although, he never does get one like their’s–I presumed it was to show he wasn’t quite there–he was no longer the young cub, now a young man, but not the wise king like his father…yet. (Or wonderfully evil villain like his uncle.) But, hakuna matata, I’m sure he’ll get one in due time.
Doctor Cerberus was performed at South Coast Repertory from April 11-May 2 and I had the wonderful fortune of seeing it.
The actors were truly what brought the characters to life (ha, well if that isn’t a little too “duh”) but my point is that these characters could have been portrayed as too exaggerated, too over the top, just too. Yet they weren’t. As awful as the parents could be, they still seemed real to me. Buckley did a wonderful portrayal as the controlling mother, delivering some great lines, and she redeems herself a bit at the end, the audience seeing there is a heart in her. The stand out was of course Ryback–you related to Franklin, and even if you don’t have a love of horror films, you understood the idea of escaping, of finding that place, that thing that can transport you to somewhere outside the real world. For his father it was history and music, for Rodney it was the Washington Redskins, for his mother, well, perhaps it’s the lack of one that has left her bitter and unfulfilled.
Several weeks ago, STAGEStheatre presented two one-act plays, Bringing Up Baby and Freud and the Android, which were written by local talent, David Macaray, which is the third time his work has been presented at STAGEStheatre–his previous works were Larva Boy in 2008 and Borneo Bob in 2009.
Freud and the Android is about a magician, and self-proclaimed android, Mandrake (Peter Miller) who along with performing card tricks, makes predictions for people. All for a price, of course. Random characters come across the stage, each interacting with Mandrake to varying levels, some in more humorous moments than others. Unlike the first play which struck not only a humorous note, but a very realistic, serious side, this play fell flat for me. I kept wondering “ok, so what?” His predictions are slightly bizarre, yet some don’t seem that improbable, which I’m sure is the idea. And who was that priest? I felt there was some meaning from his role, since he appears several times in the play, yet he never really does or says anything that meaningful, other than laugh randomly. It ends with a teenaged girl coming over to Mandrake, calling him dad and pleading him to stop. So, he does this to avoid reality? Or does he truly believe what he’s saying and it’s more a mental issue? Perhaps the play is supposed to provoke such questions, but I just left feeling baffled as to what it was I just witnessed.
The idea of something going from film to Broadway always intrigues me–they’re such different formats, that I get a bit nervous, and wonder will it really work? It’s been done the opposite way as well (see Phantom of the Opera as an example–one where I feel the movie pales in comparison to the live theatre version. But then I also think any version without Michael Crawford is always going to be lacking) but to me the fact that Broadway goes “Yeah that movie would be such a hit as a musical!” sometimes makes me wonder “why?”.
Quite the upbeat, catchy music too! I had never listened to the Hairspray soundtrack, nor have seen all of the original movie, so I was a newcomer to it all, but it definitely sucks you in. From the opening with Tracy waking up in bed, singing her good mornings, to the almost too sweet ending (I wasn’t expecting things to get quite so neatly tied up and for everyone to become best friends, but hey, it’s a musical, so I was willing to concede their ending.)
This production was quite bouncy in their performances, capturing the energy needed to pull off this musical. Arci was cheerful but not gratingly so–her performance wasn’t as strong as it could’ve been, but Tracy’s is a character that is crowd-pleaser (everyone loves the underdog) so one was able to over look that. There’s also the always fun role of Tracy’s mom, Edna, this time played by Greg London, playing up the laughs especially when he would drop lines in the lower register, reminding us (in case you really would forget) that it’s a man playing the role. It’s another one of those concepts that makes me scratch my head, yet when actually witnessing it, see that it does play well. One of the surprisingly funny and stand out roles for me was Tracy’s friend, Penny Pingleton (Amber Rees). From what I’ve heard is that that role isn’t normally as funny, but the way Rees plays the role is delightfully awkward yet relatable, that I instantly loved the character. She was kinda my favorite–well other than the teen idol, Link Larkin–he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he’s got a heart of the gold, which always wins me over. Sigh.
The Language Archive tells the story of George (Leo Marks), a linguist, who is truly in love with language, yet is finding it difficult to communicate with his wife, Mary (Betsy Brandt). Somewhere along the way they stopped understanding each other and all he gets now are clues and hints from her (although she denies writing them) tucked away in his books, shirts, shoes and other nooks.
It’s also hard to pinpoint if the play is a drama or a comedy–it deals with serious issues, but generally in a light-hearted matter, but the humor is rather hit-or-miss, and the play is a bit bumpy. The ideas behind it are wonderful, and there are truly some great moments, but it feels that too much is going on at once; it’s a bit ambitious for its own good. It tries to make grand statements, or present things with purple prose, when just letting them be simply stated would have had a much more profound impact.
Last week I went to a Beatles concert.
It was one of the best concert experiences I’ve ever had! I even sang and danced along, and let me tell you, that NEVER happens. Personal highlights for me were “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”–man can George Bithorn (George Harrison) wail on that guitar. It was incredible. “I Am the Walrus”–normally not one of my favorite songs, but performed live it was so incredibly trippy; it made me feel like I was on psychedelic drugs (drug free is the way to be kids), and of course, “Hey Jude”–they tricked me at first! They said goodbye and I was sad they hadn’t played it since it’s my favorite Beatles’ song, but it was only to save it for their encore song, and that’s when everyone sang along. Generally the audience was more interactive in the second act,; I think we all needed that first act to loosen up and get into the groove.
The Tony Award winning musical, Hairspray is coming to the OC soon, at the Orange County Performing Arts Center. The cast is on tour, but Teanna Berry, who plays Peaches, was able to take a break from visiting Mount Rushmore, to give me a quick interview.
LP: What attracted you to this play?
“There’s something wrong between the two of you. Something not compatible. Like chalk and cheese.” –Dodge
The play originally was performed in 1978, however it doesn’t seem dated; it’s just as relevant now as then. Which is perhaps why Hunger Artists picked to perform it–Buried Child is a timeless piece, and with the economic struggles going on now, we can relate to trying to get by in anyway we can. And no matter what’s going on in the world, we all have secrets we want to stay buried.
Rain, the wonderful Beatles tribute band is coming to the Orange County Performing Arts Center starting March 23. Their show is more than just a band playing–they offer a whole multi-media and multi-dimensional experience, a mix of historical footage, TV commercials, along with the band going through the Beatles’ repertoire, a history through song if you will. They look like them, sound like and is the next best thing to seeing the Beatles’ themselves (especially for those of us who weren’t around to witness it for ourselves.) Ralph Castelli, “Ringo”, took time away from his busy touring schedule to let me know more about himself, the band, and the whole experience.
RC: Three decades; it’s a non-stop tour. Sometimes we take a break in the summer.
