Grassroots Victory in GreenpointBy Emily DeVoti
Greenpointits' the end of a long evening. Luscious pierogies with mushrooms and onion are wrapped in tin foil and doled out to lingering helpers.
Visions of a Tragedy, 9/11By Emily DeVoti, Carlos Vásquez, Álvaro Figueroa, and Michael Bubb
The day was clear and the air a bit warmer than usual. The sound of sirens, helicopters and fighter jets all were new for us, or rather unusual. Confusion took over quickly and even though there were many signs that something was going to happen, no one believed it could happen to us, in our own country.
A Long Island PassageBy Emily DeVoti
I still wake up sometimes, in the middle of the night, sure that Im here. Grandmas kitchen. That haven of modernity and 1980s suburban decadence. Its a fever dream. I feel the give of the cold linoleum under my hot feet.
When You Are Locked in the Trunk of a 69 BonnevilleBy Emily DeVoti
My parents hailed from New Yorkmy mom from Hells Kitchen, my dad from Queens, but they were back-to-the-land-ers, and I grew up in the rural southwest corner of Massachusetts. In the early 80s we had a shifting stock of about 18 goats, two horses, lots of chickens, and even a couple of pigs. I was between eight and ten years old, and during this time one my favorite activities was to lock myself in the trunk of the family car.
Berlin in Bed, or Three Cheers for Socialized MedicineBy Emily DeVoti
Most people go to Berlin for the café life, for the expat glamour and to see Brecht in constant repertoire. Others descend on the remnants of the infamous Berlin wall, now on the cusp of celebrating its first full generation of destruction and East-West reunification. Still others visit the shrines to WWII and their repetitive, repentant mantra: Vergesst das nie (Never forget). Not me.
A lesson for the Masses: Ken Loachs Bread and RosesBy Emily DeVoti
From the start, it has been the theaters business to entertain people, as it also has of all the arts.
A Williamsburg Neverland: Straight on Til MorningBy Emily DeVoti
Like many of us, Trish Harnetiaux has been watching Williamsburg changeas warehouses become condos, new bars crop up overnight like mushrooms, and Bedford has swelled from a trickling stream to a healthy river of ever-younger hipsters, artists, poseurs and scene-seekers.
March into Spring TheaterBy Emily DeVoti
A year ago this month, U.S. troops invaded Iraq. This March, New York theater casts its sharp-tuned satirical eye back at the long strange trip its been.
The Sounds of Change: Tony Kushners New MusicalBy Emily DeVoti
Nothing ever happen underground in Louisiana cause they aint no underground in Louisiana There is only underwater.
New York Theaters Against WarBy Emily DeVoti
Back in October, a bunch of us got together to discuss what we as members of the theater community might do in response to the threat of war on Iraq and to the attack on civil liberties at home, how we might stop feeling isolated, discouraged, and afraid. It occurred to us that the most truthful and direct response was to use what we already do: lots & lots of different kinds of theater.
The Theater of WarBy Emily DeVoti
A leggy showgirl hides behind a scarlet veil, miming the See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil signs. "In order for evil to triumph," she proclaims, "all that is necessary, is that good people do nothing!"
The Civilians DisobedienceBy Emily DeVoti
There are certain rules to interviews. Take notes. Bring a tape recorder. Try to quote verbatim. Yet when the downtown theater troupe The Civilians set out to interview people about lost objects for their newest collaborative theater piece, Gone Missing, there were only two rules. The lost object must be a tangible item (i.e.not love, hope, dreams, or innocence, political or otherwise). And the actor must not take any notes.
In Dialogue: A Hooker with a 22 CaliberBy Emily DeVoti
Who doesnt love a prostitute? Schoolgirls (young and old) fetishize herdonning fishnets and stilettos any chance they get, slipping into the role of sexual outlaw and temporarily out of the repressive patterns of everyday life.
IN DIALOGUE: Imaging Political TheaterBy Emily DeVoti
The prevailing downtown theater aesthetic, if one can define such a thing, is perhaps a direct descendent of the avant-garde, a movement where aesthetic experimentation unto itself was political
IT'S THE APOCALYPSE. DOH!
By Emily DeVoti
Anne Washburn brings The Simpsons post-electric
Something menacing always seems to be lurking at the edge of an Anne Washburn play, while at its center leaps a vivid engagementcrisp and cracklingwith the unintelligible.
Blue Door: Painting within the lines of history with Tanya BarfieldBy Emily DeVoti
I am suddenly aware of the difference between my wife and me. Not that this hasnt occurred to me before. But I am suddenly aware, in a very new and unsettling way.
Code Word Reform: Taking another look at the Actors Equity Showcase CodeBy Emily DeVoti
On Sunday, July 8, from 6 to 8pm at Classic Stage Company, come show your support for AEA Showcase Code reform! Keep readin...
A Life in the Theater: Orson's ShadowBy Emily DeVoti
You can make a killing in the theater, but you can’t make a living, as the infamous adage goes, and New York theater doesn’t seem to disagree, with its graph-able gap between long-run Broadway musicals and the more vital, but short-lived dramas found in non-profit or off-off Broadway showcases.
Code Word ReformBy Emily DeVoti
Once considered the fringehome to the mysterious fire-breathing (sometimes literally) monsters at the edge of New Yorks theatrical mapOff Off Broadway has been gaining steady recognition as the new foundation for the most innovative and risk-taking theatrical work in the city.
Bring the fire, bitches! Cino NightsBy Emily DeVoti, Crystal Skillman, Laura Eason, and Jessica Dickey
West Village, 1960s, long before the whitewash: when hippies were young, rents were cheap, and Carmine Street was still the realm of the possible.
Candide Returns to NYC: The Best of All Possible Worlds?By Emily DeVoti
Candide, Voltaires classic satire skewering optimism in a corrupt world, is one of those dark, wild, and politically savvy rides thatperhaps due to our, well, overly optimistic faith in progresswe dont expect to find in the dusty tracts of history.
Embracing the Margins: Play a Journal of PlaysBy Emily DeVoti
But most editing conversations end in the galleys, and what the reader sees is the final product: lean, arch, narrative-driven, comments integrated, digressions lopped off in a mercenary fashion, all wrapped up in a sound-bite finish.
Excerpt from MILK by Emily DeVotiBy Emily DeVoti
MATT Have you ever seen it? You know, MTV? VERONICA Oh, that Yeah. Sure.
Don Quixote: Suffering Fools WiselyBy Emily DeVoti
"He is either mad, or he is reading Don Quixote." Philip III of Spain, on seeing a student bang himself on the head while laughing hysterically over a book.
What Links Our Boroughs? bridge and tunnelBy Emily DeVoti
“God bless America,” declares a Haitian-American woman—reciting her poem dedicated to “one certain real estate man” with round-worded, witty defiance—”but not because of you.”