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Suffs

Suffs

Jan 2, 2025 | 617 words | Shows

Let me start by saying there are not a lot of current Broadway musicals I am dying to see.  Maybe this is a shortcoming of mine, but the music, lyrics and ‘book’ (story line) of many popular musicals often strike me as a little cheesy and a bit thin.  So, when my wife and I visited the Big Apple this week and took in the musical Suffs right before it’s nearly year-long run came to an end, I was approaching the show with a sense of obligation.

I knew the subject matter of voting rights for women was serious and worthy, and I had a reasonable knowledge of the struggles’ history.  I guess I just didn’t think it would make for a particularly enjoyable night out.  

Since this big, expensive Broadway production is closing after less than a year, probably before it could turn much of a profit for its investors, or maybe even earn back their initial investment, the critical mass of theater-goers who can keep successful shows running for years chose not to embrace Suffs, much like I hadn’t.

Given my lack of enthusiasm going in, it was a big surprise to find myself utterly smitten from the opening cords of the overture.  And I must say the entire show start-to-finish is a nothing short of a complete triumph.  The music has that special something, that bounce.  As do the lyrics.  The plot – the ‘book’ – does an excellent job of condensing what could have been a meandering story while doing justice to the major points and the overarching theme.

One of the shows many charms is that every part is played by a woman, and each of the handful of male characters are brought off very well.  The actress who plays Woodrow Wilson over the course of a decade is especially effective.  That role as written manages to be comical and satirical and even farcical at times, making a serious point while avoiding bitter resentment at President Wilson’s ultimate failure to come through for the cause.

Credit the author of the ‘book’ for this and every other deft characterization that gets presented over the course of the evening, and credit all the actresses for bringing this wonderful writing to life.

At dinner before the show, my wife and I were comparing notes on what we knew of the suffragette movement.  (Spoiler Alert:  She knew more than me.)    We were wondering at what point in history the show would start, and what characters from that history would be featured.  At one point my wife referenced Swarthmore College graduate Alice Paul (1885-1977), but that name was completely unfamiliar to me.

Once in the theater, as I was reading the program while waiting for the lights to dim, I noticed the very last character listed in the program, at the bottom of a long list of maybe twenty other characters, was the aforementioned Alice Paul.  Well, I thought to myself, at least the show would make some small reference to this person with a local-to-us, Philadelphia connection.

Here is another spoiler alert:  It turns out Alice Paul is the star of the show, and her character is the through-line of the entire story.  Shaina Taub is the actress who plays Paul so endearingly.  And hold onto to your hat – she also is responsible for show’s book, music, and lyrics!  I’m not the only one who thinks highly of her work, as Taub took home a Tony Award for Best Book and Best Score, and a Drama Desk Award for Outstanding Music.

This is a really moving piece of theatrical entertainment.  Run, don’t walk, if a production of Suffs ever comes to a city near you.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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Anora

Anora

Dec 20, 2024  |  705 words  |  Movies 

The trials and tribulations of a 23-year-old exotic dancer from Coney Island are not the kind of thing that usually prompts me to buy a movie ticket.  But the new film Anora is a 2024 Palme d’Or winner that my wife and a close friend of hers decided we should go see, so off we went.  

The movie opens in a strip club, and I readily admit to enjoying the sight of nearly-naked women sauntering around as much as the next fellow.  It satisfies my prurient interest.  And it reminds me of the deep and abiding admiration I have for the wonderful job God did in creating the female form.

But instead of offering us a scene or two with a few provocative close-ups before moving on, the director leans in with an extended sequence of interaction between the attractive dancers and their average-Joe clientele, and between the individual working-girl, just-scraping-by dancers.  There doesn’t seem to be anything particularly revelatory in these encounters.  After about twenty minutes of this I found myself wondering out loud, “Is there a story here?”

Things only marginally improve once our heroine, Ani, settles on a young Russian with plenty of cash to burn.  He is smitten because she is of Russian descent herself and speaks a little of the language.  After a few nights as a run-of-the-mill regular customer, he asks Ani if she works “outside,” and she obliges him by starting to make house calls.  We get to watch Ani execute her standard strip-tease rituals by daylight, in the young man’s palatial and seemingly abandoned home.

Boredom was getting the better of me and I was on the verge of getting up and leaving, prepared to check out the feature playing in the theater next to ours.  Then things took a turn, as this scrawny lad surprises Ani (and us) by asking her to marry him.  

The pair continue their free-wheeling debauchery and along with a group of his friends take their non-stop partying to Vegas, where Ani and this goofy kid tie the knot.  He is so incredibly immature and she is so worldly in that gritty exotic dancer sort of way, we can’t wait to find out what comes next.

This loppy, 21-year-old is the spoiled son of a wealthy Russin oligarch and once news of the Las Vegas nuptials leak, the oligarch’s state-side henchmen/babysitters are deployed to talk some sense into their wayward young charge, and see to it this quickie marriage is just as quickly annulled.

Ani spends the rest of the movie vigorously rejecting the notion her marriage is not real, and her protestations are simultaneously entertaining, endearing and a bit delusional, since her newly-minted spouse suffers from a bad case of arrested development.  Maybe Ani can see this, too, but she can’t quite bring herself to admit it.

The movie is utterly believable, respects its characters, and avoids cliché.  For instance, once the henchmen come into the picture things do not take a violent turn, at least not in the conventionally ominous way.  Ani is actually the one who perpetrates what little violence there is, and in a comic twist the Russian henchmen/babysitters prove to be her victims.

The film also avoids sentimentality.  Towards the end, when Mr. and Mrs. Russian oligarch finally make an appearance, having rushed to the States in their private jet, there is a brief moment when I thought the high-class no-nonsense mother might take a shine to our scrappy little blue-collar exotic dancer, seeing in her a kindred spirit.  But the screenwriter had other, far more interesting ideas of how to bring this story home.

The final scene is quiet and unexpected and speaks volumes.  I don’t want to ruin it for you by giving my interpretation.  But if you want to drop me a line, I will be happy to share my thoughts.

As the screen went dark and the credits rolled to the sound of windshield wipers in the background, the same sound that served as the backdrop to that unique, wordless final scene, I was reminded of my one-line review of Saturday Night Fever from 1977.  To paraphrase that review, Anora may start out in the strip club, but it doesn’t end up there.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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Tuesday (The Movie)

Tuesday (The Movie)

June 27, 2024  |  214 words  |  Movies  

It is the small quiet films where nothing much happens that seem to make the biggest impression on me.  These little projects earn next-to-nothing at the box office, so among other things I come away grateful that such trifles can still find a way to be financed and produced.

Tuesday is the latest such movie to land on my list of all-time favorites.  It is advertised as a meditation on mortality, so right away you know this is not going to be a summer blockbuster.

It is an intimate two-character chamber piece focusing on a daughter who is placid about her impending death due to a debilitating disease, and her mother who is not so placid about the coming loss.

Death is also physically represented in the form of a colorful macaw that can morph from very small to quite large, and is given to the occasional laconic remark.

The talking bird takes a little getting used to at first, but by the final act the viewer understands what the screenwriter is up to, and the parable-like device is employed to great effect in bringing this moving story to a satisfying conclusion.

Lola Petticrew plays the daughter, Julia Louis-Dreyfus plays the mother, and Diana Pusic wrote and directed, in her feature film debut.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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The Nest

The Nest

June 13, 2024  |  420 words  |  Movies  

With it being so hard to find something worthwhile to watch these days, even with all these choices, I wanted to give a shout out to a quiet little movie I streamed last night that was just what the doctor ordered.

The Nest was a theatrical release in 2020 and apparently did next-to-nothing at the box office, based on a simple Google search I did this morning.  That same internet search offers various review of the film, one of which describes it this way:

“The Nest is a rich, layered drama, the kind of quiet film sorely missed these days.  Thanks to career-best performances from Jude Law and Carrie Coon and Sean Durkin’s excellent direction.  The Nest is something truly special.”

I completely agree.  Here is more from that same review:

“Each scene of The Nest feels meaningful, even when there are very few words spoken; it’s a tense rich drama, the stuff of films from decades past.  There is a pivotal fight scene between Rory (Jude Law) and Allison (Carrie Coon) that feels like a trip to the theater, but I mean than in the best way possible; rather than cutting between close-ups or dramatic angles, the camera lets the actors do all the work.

“They get in each other’s faces, they fully react, they breathe and think and feel.  It’s unlike anything I’ve seen in recent memory, and it shows a deep trust from the filmmaker in the performers.  This is really the heart of The Nest, a film that doesn’t feel the need to dazzle or put on a display.

“At times, it almost feels like a series of increasingly tense vignettes, portraits of a family in crisis, of the way a series of small explosions leads to one nuclear in scale.  Every development feels wholly earned, and the last scene – not a particularly loud or crazy one, but perhaps my favorite in the film – is a quiet conclusion, though not necessarily a resolution, a quietly astonishing finale few filmmakers ever attempt (and those that do rarely get it right).”

I hope this does not spoil anything for you; this movie was so good I just had to share.  The only other thing I will say is this: The Nest may not be what you are looking for on a Friday or Saturday night.  But last night was Wednesday, and this movie was perfect for me in every way.

P.S.  The perceptive insights quoted above belong to Jade Budowski writing on the Decider web site.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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Fair Play: An Appreciation

Fair Play: An Appreciation

October 30, 2023  |  488 words  |  Movies, Sexual Politics

After making a splash at the Sundance Film Festival in January, the new movie Fair Play received only a limited theatrical release in September before its streaming debut on Netflix earlier this month.  It is billed as a drama/mystery/thriller, and after watching it last night I would add the word “tragedy” to that list as well.

The writer-director Chloe Domont has delivered a richly detailed story of young love gone awry in the workplace, as told from the woman’s point of view.  The male lead (Luke) finds it increasingly difficult to cope with the female lead’s (Emily) professional ascent.  Adding to the mix is how they are both putting in killer hours as junior analysts at the same cutthroat Manhattan hedge fund. 

Ms. Domont has said in interviews the story is based on her own experience in the film and TV industry, where her success so far (she is only 36) has not felt like a “total win,” because as she “got big” the men she has dated have tended to feel small.

From what I can gather from reviews and internet postings the movie is being celebrated as an exhilarating tale of female empowerment.  And it is certainly that.  But I believe Domont has created a complex work of art by not settling for simply mounting a stirring example of that popular polemic.

The male lead (played Alden Ehrenreich) is more than a bundle of insecurities who starts whining and lashing out the minute his girlfriend scores a big promotion.  And the female lead (played by Phoebe Dynevor) is not just a single-minded careerist out to use and abuse her boyfriend on a relentless climb up the corporate ladder.

These lovers come across as sympathetic characters right from the start.  They are each presented as intelligent, hard-working, and confident in their abilities.  It is obvious they are crazy about each other and care about the other’s welfare.  This immediately draws the audience in and makes viewers interested in how their story will unfold.

Which is why I think this film ultimately qualifies as a tragedy, more than anything else.  Both protagonists end up betraying their better nature in a quest for success, by failing to live up to their bright promise.  Not just as a happily-ever-after couple, because we all know there is never any guarantee of that.  But as decent and reasonable human beings.  

We see their once-strong relationship slowly unravel, as a series of stressful situations prompts each of them to take turns cracking under enormous pressure.  The coarser side of their respective personalities is revealed in those moments, completely eroding what they shared at the opening credits.  The writer-director leans in to this coarseness, giving it full expression and letting the audience gauge its corrosive effect.

It is the overriding sense of “there but for the grace of God go I” that makes Fair Play a compelling – and at times unsettling – cinematic experience. 

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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Somewhere in Queens

Somewhere in Queens

June 12, 2023 | 399 words | Movies

Here are a few words of praise for the new feature film, Somewhere in Queens, directed and co-written by veteran stand-up comedian and TV sitcom star Ray Romano.

I found the movie to be a masterpiece of observation. Credit the script, of course, but also the direction, as the camera is allowed to linger on seemingly inconsequential reactions and snippets of dialogue that enrich the story.

What’s that, you say? You have had enough of the “overbearing, extended Italian-American family” thing, blue collar division? Sure, there are some familiar stereotypes in this movie, but they are lovingly presented. And, yes, there are one or two bits that feel like sitcom exchanges. But they are expertly staged and play out smoothly. Beyond these obvious touches – plot devices, if you will – each character in most every scene lands on a vein of truth that made this viewer want to know more about these people.

Mr. Romano’s sad-sack Leo Russo may not be your cup of tea as a leading man, but not all men lead, and Romano is very convincing in bringing this second-fiddle Everyman to life. As things unfold and the plot thickens, Leo has a few quiet speeches of self-realization that moved me to tears. This dialogue is sparse and on point, and Mr. Romano delivers his lines with a gentle persuasion I found irresistible.

The same can be said of Laurie Metcalf, who is cast as Leo’s long-suffering wife, Angela. She is a crusty cancer survivor who at first glance appears to be rather hard to live with. But under Ms. Metcalf’s tough-as-nails exterior I never doubted her vulnerability. Her Angela made me cry, repeatedly. The two bring a long-time, low-key marriage to life in vivid colors: the good, the bad, and the ugly. She holds him accountable. And he supports her when she is most in need of support. I would recommend this movie to anyone who has been married a long time, regardless of your ethnicity.

The portrait of a getting-older married couple may be at the heart of the story, but its sphere of influence expands much further. This movie is so good because it goes in different directions, and does justice to every single situation, and every single character it introduces. It is both a serious comedy and a serious drama. And that makes this little film positively Shakesperean in its scope.

Robert J. Cavanaugh, Jr.

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