Terry Teachout's Blog, page 66

TT: Lookback

From 2003:

Do you tend to agree with what I write? Even if you don't, do you find it illuminating? If so, then it doesn't really matter whether I happen to know the people who made the works of art I recommend, does it? A lot of readers, after all, seem to think I'm a trustworthy critic, and the reason why they do is because their experience has taught them to trust my taste. I've worked hard at building that trust. It's my capital. I wouldn't dream of squandering it by writing a favorable review of a bad work of art by a good friend. I never have, and I never will.

One more thing: I teach a course in criticism at Rutgers/Newark University, in which I spend a few minutes early in the semester talking about conflicts of interest. Rule No. 1 of arts journalism, I tell my students, goes like this: "Never sleep with anybody you write about." That gets their attention--especially since I put it more bluntly than that....

Read the whole thing here .

TT: Almanac

"Whoever wishes to have ideas must first prepare himself to desire truth and to accept the rules of the game imposed by it."

José Ortega y Gasset, The Revolt of the Masses

TT: Just because

Lillian Gish, Helen Hayes, and Bob Crane in the opening scene of the 1969 TV version of Joseph Kesselring's Arsenic and Old Lace, taped in front of a live audience:



(This is the latest in a series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Monday and Wednesday.)

TT: Almanac

"Man watches his history on the screen with apathy and an occasional passing flicker of horror or indignation."

Conor Cruise O'Brien (quoted in the Irish Times, July 15, 1969)

TT: Almanac

"In a close-up the audience is only inches away, and your face becomes the stage. In a large theater it is the entire proscenium arch, so that no matter what you do, it becomes a theatrical event."

Marlon Brando (with Robert Lindsey), Brando: Songs My Mother Taught Me

TT: The corpse in the cupboard

In today's Wall Street Journal drama column I review an important revival, Westport Country Playhouse's production of Joe Orton's Loot , and the off-Broadway transfer of a new musical, Nobody Loves You . Here's an excerpt.

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Is there a blacker comedy than "Loot"? If so, I haven't seen it. Alas, Joe Orton's horrific tale of what happens when a thick-witted police detective in hot pursuit of a sexy multiple murderer takes the law into his own hands is so dark that American audiences have yet to embrace it. First performed in England in 1965 and last seen on Broadway 27 years ago, "Loot" ought to be far more familiar than it is. Not only is it gobsmackingly funny, but its anti-authoritarian message grows more timely by the hour. Yet major revivals remain uncommon on this side of the Atlantic, enough so that Westport Country Playhouse's riotous production is the first chance that I've had in the past decade to write about "Loot."

The trouble with "Loot," if trouble it be, is that Orton's plays, all of which were written between 1963 and his untimely death four years later, have a reputation for being too sexually forthright for the comfort of the matinée crowd. But what was once thought shocking is now anything but: I saw "Loot" on Sunday afternoon in Westport, and nobody in the audience seems to have been appalled. Presumably they were all too busy chortling at the lunatic twists and turns of a whodunit that revolves around a corpse that has been extracted from its coffin, stashed in the nearest cupboard, and replaced with a bagful of cash. Enter Inspector Truscott (David Manis), who suspects Fay (Liv Rooth), the corpse's nurse, of having done away with her client, not realizing...and that'll do for the plot of "Loot," which is so magnificently complicated that a fuller synopsis would spoil at least half the fun, if not more.

The point of "Loot," of course, is that Truscott, far from being a shining symbol of British justice in action, turns out to be a vicious and corrupt buffoon: "When I make out my report I shall say that you've given me a confession. It could prejudice your case if I have to forge one." But Orton, whose contempt for authority in all its guises was limitless, swathes his anarchic sermon in the gaudy robes of farce...

"Nobody Loves You," the new Itamar Moses-Gaby Alter musical about a reality-TV series, has transferred from San Diego's Old Globe, where it had a deservedly successful run last summer, to New York's Second Stage Theatre. I saw the show in California and found it both ingenious and touching, so I'm pleased to report that "Nobody Loves You" is as fine here as it was there. It is, in fact, the smartest new musical comedy to come along since "The Drowsy Chaperone."

For those of you just joining us, Jeff (Bryan Fenkart) is a snobby-nerdy philosophy major who gets dumped by his TV-addicted girlfriend and chooses to pursue her by auditioning for "Nobody Loves You," a "Survivor"-style series hosted by a pretty-boy airhead (Heath Calvert) whose contestants compete with one another to find true love. Instead of courting one of the other contestants, he falls for the show's no less snobby-nerdy production assistant (Aleque Reid), after which things get really complicated really fast.

So what's good? Absolutely everything. The book is sharp-witted, the parody-flecked songs clever and catchy....

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Read the whole thing here .

The trailer for the 2012 Old Globe premiere of Nobody Loves You:

TT: So you want to see a show?

Here's my list of recommended Broadway, off-Broadway, and out-of-town shows, updated weekly. In all cases, I gave these shows favorable reviews (if sometimes qualifiedly so) in The Wall Street Journal when they opened. For more information, click on the title.

BROADWAY:

• Annie (musical, G, reviewed here)

• Matilda (musical, G, all performances sold out last week, reviewed here)

• Once (musical, G/PG-13, nearly all performances sold out last week, reviewed here)

• The Trip to Bountiful (drama, G, closes Oct. 9, reviewed here)

OFF BROADWAY:

• Avenue Q (musical, R, adult subject matter and one show-stopping scene of puppet-on-puppet sex, reviewed here)

• The Fantasticks (musical, G, suitable for children capable of enjoying a love story, reviewed here)

IN ASHLAND, OREGON:

• My Fair Lady (musical, G, closes Nov. 3, reviewed here)

CLOSING SOON ON BROADWAY:

• The Nance (play with music, PG-13, closes Aug. 11, reviewed here)

• Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike (comedy, PG-13, remounting of off-Broadway production, closes Aug. 25, most performances sold out last week, original production reviewed here)

CLOSING SOON IN CHICAGO:

• Big Lake Big City (comedy, PG-13/R, completely unsuitable for children, closes Aug. 25, reviewed here)

CLOSING SOON IN GLENCOE, ILL.:

• The Liar (comedy, PG-13, closes Aug. 11, reviewed here)

CLOSING NEXT WEEK OFF BROADWAY:

• The Weir (drama, PG-13, closes Aug. 4, reviewed here)

CLOSING SATURDAY OFF BROADWAY:

• A Picture of Autumn (drama, G, too serious for children, reviewed here)

CLOSING SUNDAY IN MADISON, N.J.:

• Fallen Angels (comedy, PG-13, reviewed here)

CLOSING SUNDAY IN ORINDA, CALIF.:

• Romeo and Juliet (Shakespeare, PG-13, reviewed here)

TT: Almanac

"It is a profession that requires assiduous labour to achieve proficiency, so that by the time an actor knows how to act any sort of part he is often too old to act any but a few; it requires boundless patience; it is fraught with disappointments."

W. Somerset Maugham, The Summing Up

TT: Snapshot

Wilhelm Furtwängler conducts the closing sequence of the finale of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, filmed at the Salzburg Festival in 1951:



(This is the latest in a series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Monday and Wednesday.)

TT: Almanac

"One often has a misconceived, decorated, even quaint idea of the great actors of our past; it is, as it was in this case, something of a revelation to realize that great acting is always shockingly direct and simple, in the sense that love is."

Jack O'Brien, Jack Be Nimble: The Accidental Education of an Unintentional Director