BACK
STAGE WEST
February
06, 1998
THE
BIRDS
at
South Coast Repertory
Reviewed
by Rob Kendt
Accepting
their ensemble acting awards for Radio Mambo at the 1996 Ovation
awards, the serious pranksters of Culture Clash made an appeal to suburban
regional theatres: "We want to be your Chicano Wendy Wassersteins,"
quipped the trio's droll Groucho, Richard Montoya. "Invite us to your
theatres. We won't steal anything."
Indeed,
Culture Clash was invited that same year by Orange County's ambitious LORT
bastion, South Coast Rep, to collaborate on an original adaptation of
Aristophanes' The Birds. And of course, these irrepressible three have stolen
shamelessly--not just from Aristophanes but from up-to-the-minute pop-cultural
icons and demons from Jerry Springer to the Spice Girls. In an adaptation
co-written with playwright John Glore and directed by Mark Rucker, the result
is the most pointed and seamless Culture Clash extravaganza since 1991's A
Bowl of Beings at the Los Angeles Theatre Center.
(Seamlessness
is relative with this troupe, and some of it ill suits their presentational
sketch-comedy style. It must be said that Michael Roth's musical numbers,
performed by a capable onstage band and sung most convincingly by a svelte
Susan Zelinsky, are at best effective mood pieces, at worst tinklingly lame.)
Aristophanes'
rickety satire of human nature lampooned the desire to get away from it all:
His hero nabs rulership of the kingdom of the birds, only to have it beset by
all the things he'd tried to escape on earth. This new Birds riffs on plenty of
contemporary California references, including the rage for gated communities
and stronger borders, but its hero, Foxx (Victor Mack), acts out of little more
than cunning and fairy-tale greed, blithely leaving behind his sad-sack homie
Gato (Montoya).
Indeed,
Foxx's ascent to godhead goes remarkably smoothly, with only two comic speed
bumps which provide the show's giddy highlights. One is a hilarious extended
scene in which earthly annoyances try to horn in on Foxx's newly incorporated
"Cloud Cuckooland"--the avian realm situated crucially between
Olympus and earth, and thus able to bring both to their knees. With
lightning-quick costume changes and disarmingly egalitarian effrontery which
leaves no ethnic or class stereotype unsullied, the Clashers--deadpan Montoya,
sunny Ric Salinas, and elastic Herbert Siguenza--create an instant idiot
village to tag-team up on Mack's game straight man. He holds up well under the
assault. Foxx's other obstacles are a gaggle of latter-day gods (Woody Allen,
Princess Di, Mother Teresa, Emiliano Zapata) who fumblingly try to reassert
Olympian rule. There are also a few "Brechtian" change-ups sprinkled
throughout to take us out of the play's cartoonish world and keep us on our
toes.
If
the rest of the show is merely a frame for these antics, it's a beautiful and
serviceable frame, from Christopher Barreca's Romper Room scenic design and
Lonnie Rafael Alcarez's finely complementary lighting to Shigeru Yaji's
endlessly witty bird costumes (composed of household items like forks, funnels,
and footpads) and B.C. Keller's squawky but unassuming sound design. Here's
hoping more regional theatres invite Culture Clash over to steal their stages
this winningly.
"The
Birds," presented by South Coast Repertory and the Berkeley Repertory
Theatre at South Coast Repertory, 655 Town Center Dr., Costa Mesa. Jan. 23-Feb.
28. (714) 708-5555.