BACK STAGE WEST
March 20, 2003
by Rob Kendt
The editor of my
college newspaper once called me into his office and asked bluntly,
"What's wrong with you?" My offense: I'd written a rather juvenile
editorial titled "I wish I were an Oscar-baiting whiner," in which
I'd mocked the whole awards-show circus; my editor objected especially to
repeated references to "dickless statuettes." I stood with Woody
Allen, I replied: Art is not competition, how can you compare Hannah and Her
Sisters and Platoon, I'd rather be playing my clarinet at
Michael's, too, etc. I've mellowed over the years--not least because Back
Stage West now has its
own awards show, the Garlands, and actors have their own show, too, the SAG
Actor Awards. I still don't think art is a competitive sport, but I've come to
see that awards mean what they mean, which isn't everything, and they certainly
don't proffer absolute objective judgment; they reflect the views of the
organization giving them, which means they're inherently political and
subjective, but such honors have their relative value.
Still, while I
admire show producer Gil Cates, who also runs the Geffen Theatre, I must say I
haven't enjoyed an Oscar broadcast in many, many years. Steve Martin is a
promising host--both classy and unpredictable, both dry and warm, in his ironic
way--and maybe this year the dreaded dance numbers will make sense, as a
musical is nominated (and favored to sweep). Just spare us the Gangs of New
York and Lord of the
Rings production numbers,
please. Speaking of music, I love that both Eminem and Kander and Ebb are
nominated in the song category (which gets me thinking--what if the bad-boy rapper-turned-actor
went into the still-running Cabaret as the Emcee?).
Among the
segments planned for Sunday's show is a film-clip montage of actors relating
what it was like to win the Oscar, produced by a master of the form,
documentarian Chuck Workman, who won a short-film Oscar for his memorable
eight-minute Precious Moments and has since been asked to produce segments for the show. On his
own, Workman--who's also made the documentaries The Source, about the Beats, and The Story of X, about the recent history of adult
entertainment--has been working on a film tentatively titled The Actor's
Life. The idea came from
visits to Milton Katselas' master class at the Beverly Hills Playhouse, where
Workman observed "wonderful emotional moments" as actors did their
scenes and the master critiqued them. But what began as a look at actors in
class became an investigation of the actor's craft as it's lived and practiced
in all media, from Broadway to Equity 99-Seat to film and TV. "Actors are
artists as creative as many painters and composers and writers," said
Workman. To illuminate the point, he started shooting not just Katselas'
classes but classes led at NYU by Shirley Knight; he went backstage at an
Off-Broadway show and "led the players in a dressing-room discussion of
their technique," as he said he's striving for something more than a
talking-head-interview filmÑsomething "more theatrical." He recently
had Christopher Neiman, the star of Theatre of NOTE's Yellow Flesh/Alabaster
Rose, free-form a
monologue about the actor's craft while pacing back and forth across NOTE's
narrow Hollywood stage, and he sat in on a NOTE rehearsal/company meeting. He
went to the "old actor's home"--the Motion Picture Country House in
Woodland Hills--and filmed the seniors watching an old movie.
Workman--who
recently completed the non-documentary drama The House on the Hill with Knight, Philip Baker Hall, and Laura
San Giacomo--admitted that "even though I'd been a director, I didn't
really understand what actors do. The joke was, I don't know when they memorize
their lines. I still don't." He's not after what he calls the "Chorus
Line cliche: I hope I get
the job, I hope I get the job"--this won't be The It Factor, in other words--but rather the
"gritty work" of the actor's craft, a craft "as old as carpentry."
In the course of his Oscar-segment shooting, he's been able to catch footage of
such actors as Dustin Hoffman and Robert Duvall talking about their craft,
which he plans to use as "chapter headings" for his film, and he's
found that all actors, at all levels, are seeking the same thing: As Hoffman
put it, "It's just trying to get the truth out." Some actors aren't
articulate about their craft, he conceded, "but they all study, they talk
among themselves; they do know what they're doing. They may not know what makes
it successful; I don't think anyone knows the formula. But they know what
they're trying to do, their objectivesÑto put things into a transitive verb, to
move to Moscow, to kill the king, to act, to perform, to be out there. There's
something very important about how they feel about their work."
Workman said that
while he's seen plenty of documentaries about classical musicians and jazz
sidemen--the unsung pros who support the star player--he's never seen a film
about the craft of actors like John Glover, whom he calls "the greatest
'studio musician' actor there is." He also loves veteran actors like David
Proval and Robert Forster, thesps with interesting lives and long careers.
"There's a lot of fools in this town who don't take actors seriously,"
Workman lamented. True, and the self-congratulatory spectacle of the Oscars,
which tend to be more about actors' wardrobes and political statements than
their craft, isn't going to change anyone's mind about that. Here's hoping The
Actor's Life, likely
destined for cable and/or the film festival circuit, will.
¥ Got a message
from Brad Friedman, senior producer of Sacred Fools' late-night Crime Scene, taking issue with my Mar. 6 column about
the Scene going dark for awhile. Apparently I was wrong: It will return this
coming Saturday, Mar. 22, at 11 p.m. after the Fools' new mainstager, The
Mechnical Rabbit.
Friedman pointed out that this "L.A. theatrical fixture. . . has now been running for nearly half a
decade, and has featured well over 500 L.A. actors." And, shame on us,
we've never even reviewed it! It's a crime.
¥ Calista
Flockhart as a back-stabbing bitch? Reports of her turn as Natasha in the
Roundabout's pointlessly star-studded Three Sisters back in 1997--when she was still a
non-star--would indicate she's up to the challenge. She'll be pulling out all
the stops in the title role of a celebrity reading of All About Eve at the Ahmanson on Mar. 30 to benefit the
Actors' Fund. Gordon Davidson will direct the cast, a not-too-shabby bunch:
Stockard Channing (as, natch, Margo Channing), Tim Curry (as Addison de Witt),
Blythe Danner and Victor Garber (as Karen and Lloyd Richards), Angela Lansbury
(Birdie), Carl Reiner (Max Fabian), John Ritter (Bill Sampson), and
future-Taper-second-stage-namesake Kirk Douglas (as a presenter). Joseph
Mankiewicz's classic backstager has been adapted for the stage by David Rambo (God's
Man in Texas), and
original cast member Celeste Holm will chair the event. Judging by the last one
of these--a 1997 staged reading of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? to raise money for HB Studio with Uta
Hagen, Jonathan Pryce, Mia Farrow, and Peter Gallagher--this should be a night
to remember, if you can fork over the minimum $50 per ticket (top VIP seats are
$1,000).
¥ With Suzan-Lori
Parks' bluntly titled new play Fucking A opening at New York's Public Theater (Queen Latifah was in
talks at one point to star, but another rapper-turned-actor, Mos Def, will
star, presumably not in the same role), it's about time the Pulitzer
Prize-winner (for Topdog/Underdog), who lives in Venice and will soon complete her first year
teaching playwriting at Valencia's Cal Arts, had a play produced in L.A. (Her
only local production so far was Imperceptible Mutabilities in the Third
Kingdom, at the Odyssey
Theatre in 1993.) It will go down in the underrated city of Long Beach, where
loud*R*mouth Theatre Company will mount Parks' In The Blood, about a homeless abortionist named
Hester (who wears an "A," but not for adultery), at the Edison
Theatre as an Equity 99-Seat production. "I don't know why they gave me
the rights--I'm so surprised," said director Laura Marchant, who runs
loud*R*mouth with Emily Duval (and whose day job is as a publicist with
Davidson Choy). They're in the midst of casting (looking for "mostly
African-Americans"), even though the play doesn't open until July, because
"this is a hard play, let me tell you," said Marchant. Loud*R*mouth
began in 1999 when Duval and Marchant, Cal State Long Beach theatre grads,
mounted The Vagina Monologues with the show's college campaign, which has since raised $35,000
for women's charities; the new theatre company's mission was "theatre for
women, by women, about women." (The charity beneficiary for In The
Blood, appropriately
enough, is Friends and Helpers, which helps homeless women with children.)
After a few false starts--two one-acts at the dearly missed Glaxa Studios--the
troupe hit its stride with Parallel Lives, a.k.a. The Kathy and Mo Show, a version of Kathy Najimy and Mo
Gaffney's two-woman show, at the the Edison, and then last year's A Night of
Steve Martin, one-acts by
this year's Oscar host. How does loud*R*mouth get the rights to such
high-profile stuff? "All I do is write a letter and follow up,"
Marchant said.