PREVIEW – Cinequest Film & VR Festival – Princess Picks 2017

It’s here, it’s here! The most wonderful time of the year! CINEQUEST! In just a week the streets will be flowing with lanyard wearing cinema-heads, the Stella will be generously flowing and the viewing venues will be occupied with laugher, tears, shifting perspectives and everything in between. There will be celebrities of the now sure, but even more exciting there will be artists making debuts and break-outs. It’s time to see some fantastic films as part of some of the most enthusiastic audiences you’ll ever find. My film guide is highlighted, my screeners are queued up, my Cinequest app has populated various film viewing permutations into my mobile phone calendar; I’m primed and planned and I’ve picked as I do every year, a relatively arbitrary list of films I’ll be seeing based entirely on my perusal of the festival guide. In no particular order, here are the Princess Picks!

Vincent and the End of the World – I’m terribly over films about disenchanted generations of the millennial kind, but… if anyone can make this trending topic  work, I wager throwing in a crazy French aunt is about as successful a device as one could imagine. Everyone loves a crazy aunt, and if she’s French, so much the better. I’m a firm believer that crazy French aunts somehow get away with delighting where others would be scorned for being totally trite. With enough style, panache and well… “Frenchness” we might just be able to save the world. I’m inclined to think I’m going to like the cut of this film’s jib. And if I do not, I can wittingly toss my head back and throw up my hands and exclaim C’est la vie!

Memento Mori – I’m absolutely fascinated by medical technology. Second only to space exploration in my amazement over  how far we’ve come in such a short time is my reverence and wonder in regard to advances in medicine. Even after 54 pints, it blows my mind every time I donate blood. As a Lasik eye surgery patient, it is still unfathomable to me how fast and easy some progress seems now and how we still have such strides to make. I just recently filled out a questionnaire to consider becoming a live kidney donor for a friend. It’s a hugely complicated process that is closely regulated and vetted, taking many months to match, evaluate, approve, prepare and complete, but it is in my eyes a miraculous, fascinating process I’ve considered to at least explore. This documentary film takes place in a transplant hospital. It intrigues me because of the science, because in a way it’s personal research, and also because that realm of life and death that has been blurred by the ability to recycle an organ is tremendously moving to me. It’s a human intervention that begs a deeper philosophical and spiritual conversation, one that I hope to get the chance to have after I’ve seen the film.

Flesh and the Devil – Every year at Cinequest I select a film as my “birthday” film. It my not fall exactly on my birthday (March 12), but I choose a film I think will appeal to the wide variety of tastes shared by friends from all walks of life and I invite them to come celebrate with me in the dark of a theater. Every year also I can’t WAIT to discover which silent film will be shown in the gorgeous California Theatre, with professional live accompaniment. This year I was excited to discover that the 1926 Flesh and the Devil starring Greta Garbo and real life flame and oft co-star John Gilbert was being shown. And so… what better way to start a weekend and celebrate a birthday than getting gussied up in a glittering gown, doing up your eyes all smoky (okay, I’ll totally have to get an assist from the cosmetic counter at Nordstrom for that), and watching a classic cinematic scandal unfold with a bunch of friends from the balcony of a decadent theater. I think this calls for champagne… or perhaps this evening requires a thigh flask? What would Greta do?

The Black Prince – Aside from being a bit obsessed with Victoria on PBS’s Masterpiece right now, I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why this film jumped out at me. Perhaps it spoke to my crow-like tendencies (it looks really sparkly). Maybe because I know NOTHING of this story, era and very little about Indian culture? Maybe because my identity as “royalty”  is one I can relate to? Not sure, but it grabbed me, so I’m grabbing it back.

The Bullish Farmer – I’m a sucker for a story that proves that each of us can make a difference and a film that inspires each of us to stand up and make that difference. The Kaiser Permanente Thrive Award films always succeed in inspiring and challenging the individual. These films nearly always highlight difficult but solvable problems, those that dare to go against the grain, and help to connect us to our communities and world. I trust this will be a film ripe with opinionated conversation at the Q and A too; another great resulting consequence of thoughtful documentary film making and intelligent, engaged Cinequest audiences.

The Commune – One of the great opportunities of Cinequest is to reach outside your comfort zone and intentionally see a film you might not enjoy. There is almost nothing in the description of this film that attracts me to it, but I figure in that way, it serves as a pretty fitting metaphor. If the characters in the film can explore different sides of themselves to what seems like a pretty dysfunctional and dramatic end, so can I. I might learn something and I might be surprised. Risk taking is part of the festival lifestyle.

The Death (and Life) of Carl Naardlinger – I spend a good portion of my time thinking about parallel universes, choice, and destiny. As a totally charmed, super lucky, very fortunate girl (I mean eerily and inexplicably so in some ways) with a strong sense of intuition and a healthy respect for “things happening for a reason,” I’m definitely drawn to films that explore these themes. This one appears to do so and with the extra bonus of it being done artfully and humorously. This has a high probability I think of coming out one of my favorites of the festival.

Revenge (Hevn) – Sometimes it just comes down to a thriller filmed amongst fjords. That’s all. Why elaborate? Maybe all of Norway’s high stakes psychological dramas take place with a stunning geographical backdrop, but I surely haven’t seen such a film. Thank Odin for Cinequest, no?

The Zookeeper’s Wife – And this years nomination for most likely to make Susannah cry goes to…a film who’s trailer I saw last month in the movie theater and… cried. Dude. Normally I’d run screaming for a film that can melt my cold exterior inside of 90 seconds, but I couldn’t turn away. It looks absolutely stunning. Heartbreaking, but just beautiful. And, as a girl who’s sat on the advisory board of the local zoo for the last 6 years, OMG LOOK AT ALL THE ANIMALS. Let’s just say I can relate to animals better than most people and given our current political climate, I’ve thought a lot about WWII lately. This may not be the “high” note laugh riot we all want to end the festival on, but I have no doubt the cinematic achievement of this year’s closing night film is going to move its audience. Just remember to bring a healthy supply of tissues with you. We can all meet at the bar afterwards for a good group cry, okay?

Every year without fail I line up in advance to see the Animated Shorts, Docunation (Documentary shorts) and Comedy Shorts. The short format is a lovely storytelling platform, these programs are exceptionally curated and I always walk away appreciating the art for arts sake that is signified by each of these films. You do not get rich or famous by making a short film. Well, rarely. But the talent is unquestionable when you sit down to see a short at Cinequest.

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REVIEW – Luzia – Cirque Du Soleil

I’ve been trying to figure out for the last week how to express my feelings on Cirque du Soleil’s most recent touring show, Luzia. How to do Luzia justice in words when it is such a visual and aural dessert. No quality or amount of words seem appropriate or fair. To unintentionally limit this show with words would be like trapping an exotic butterfly; it just shouldn’t be done. This spirited show needs to be seen and heard in its natural (and surreal!) state. I’m compelled/inspired to attempt to share, but I’d also understand if you simply stopped reading the impossible. I’d encourage you to overt your eyes from the commercials and numerous videos taken from audience members (booooo, I hate this new “allowed” trend), not take in a single review with specific visual spoilers (I’ll speak in ambiguity here) and just grab your tickets and experience Luzia in all its luscious, saturated hues of joy and explosive celebratory awesome.

I’ve been fortunate enough to see 7 Cirque shows to date, and I’ll venture to say Luzia breaks the mold (a very effective, successful mold at that) in just about every way. It is nature and science and mythology, architecture, history and community in the boldest visual feast I’ve seen. I wasn’t prepared for just how beautiful the show was. Stunningly so. Every last detail, down to the trim on the bloomers that peak from beneath layered skirts that flow and flip with every leap and physics defying feat. With the most integrated and vitally intertwined soundtrack to me since Alegria, and a strong choreography component that assists in creating the most cohesive story of any Cirque show I’ve seen, the first act particularly is a wonderland. Each act and scene transition floats, soars, side steps, plunges and wades through rich, whimsical dreamscapes, whispering and shouting to the artist in us all.

By every measure the expectations of the technical (which are set pretty high to begin with) were blown out of the water, especially in the first act. What a treat. What a show. What jaw-dropping, unexpected magic around every corner from innovative, truly unique, custom technology. So artful, so complex, layered and with such an emotional result I could not have been more in the moment up through intermission. Such heart, such soul, such humor and astounding puppetry I hadn’t seen in any cirque show prior used masterfully in storytelling. And, by far the most brilliant clown I’ve ever seen anywhere. Side splitting, well crafted, superbly entertaining clowning all around.

Act two in my mind couldn’t possibly compete with the exhilarating over stimulation and momentum of the first act, and while I’d say for me it did have a different feel, a less childlike, imaginative exuberance and more of a spiritual, mature, reflective undertone, it didn’t diminish or tarnish in any way the overall experience. Act two simply contained my least favorite acts, though neither were in any way poor. In truth, I’m never going to be able to handle contortionists; the act offends my sensibilities more than people who don’t use their turn signals when changing lanes on the freeway. I’m sure he was great, but I’d rather watch surgery if truth be known. This is a standard, expected act that just isn’t likely to ever to make me feel anything but nausea. Juggling is another core act in any Cirque show and while the juggler was as skilled if not more so than others I had seen, I didn’t feel there was a unique hook with his act. It seemed the least meaningful of all the acts.

But, back to the injustice of words. I really can’t recommend this production more highly. I really can’t. This extra-sensory, otherworldly, colorful Mexico flavored candy is not to be missed (a phrase I don’t use lightly or often).  5 out of 5 jewels in the review tiara. Luzia, A Waking Dream of Mexico plays through March 19th under the Big Top at the Taylor Street Bridge in San Jose.

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REVIEW – Disgraced – San Jose Stage

All you theater pieces providing a pleasant escape from the angry buzzing clutter of real life and a temporary break from discouraged, rage-engaged, politically charged Facebook feeds, take a step forward. Ah-ah-ah, NOT so fast Disgraced at San Jose Stage. Nice try. I know you were written in 2006, but don’t think that little fact will allow you to hide amongst the “art for entertainment’s sake.” Laugh riot, fantasy-fueled, no-brainer you most certainly are not. Don’t you dare try to blend into the landscape. I see you there with your highly topical, thought-provoking, self-examining, shock and awe intensity. Your triggers and powerful parallels did not escape me. You cannot hide. Nor should you.

Indeed, with a script so timely (or STILL so timely) I had to wonder if my experience would have been different had I seen it 3 months ago, or even a week prior. This show raises and examines a lot of questions and is crafted in such an honest, tight way, that we don’t have time (or inclination) to struggle to make excuses or justify anyone’s actions. You have time to watch and feel in the moment as it unfolds, but not take sides – a difficult, but supremely effective structural device. It’s so evenly presented it feels in many ways like being on a jury, instructed to take in all the evidence at face value. Moments of intensity (at levels I rarely feel in theater these days) are made possible by the brutal trifecta of the well-written material, a current political environment that looms uncomfortably just below the surface of the depictions witnessed on stage, and talent that seems to comprehend their material exceptionally well.

This intimate cast navigates the modern material directly and with genuine nuance, not giving in to over acting or “acting” to be honest. The emotional arcs are well traversed by a cast with palpable chemistry and each character/actor has moments of strength and weakness. While all the performances satisfied, the actress playing Jory stood out as nearly flawless. She somehow managed to gift the audience access to a map – pinpointing each moment of her emotional evolution to an exact latitude and longitude. We got her. We knew exactly where she was coming from and I think unanimously enjoyed her journey.

Disgraced also give us another great San Jose Stage set complete with an exceptional lighting design, a suggestive and provocative sound design, and solid staging that flows as naturally as the dialogue does. The authentic realism threaded into every element of the technical design was totally appreciated. Among the technical components were two large challenges that needed to live up to expectation and couldn’t detract from the realist momentum of the production. One of two (I can’t give either away) definitely succeeded in a gasp-I- didn’t-see-that-coming kind of way. The other might have been a damn near impossible effect given the build-up, but it was certainly much better than I was expecting. Both were moments that were hard for theater, but would have been easy for film, which always ruffles my feathers. I like my theater to be written for the stage exclusively without hints of “wouldn’t this moment work better as a film?”

A good production though heavy and disturbing, Disgraced demands 4 jewels out of 5 in the review tiara. It’s eerie, provocative and a darkly relevant production that might change you. It will likely shed some new light on your own perspectives and prejudices. It will certainly cause some silence while you process and then conversation after experiencing it. Disgraced plays through February 26th, 2017 at the San Jose Stage in downtown San Jose.

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REVIEW – A Day in Holywood, A Night in the Ukraine – Palo Alto Players

Low on plot and high on shtick, Palo Alto Players’ production of A Day in Hollywood A Night in the Ukraine, is a truly peculiar, motley mix of old Hollywood tunes and vintage Marx Brothers. While maybe not the most mentally demanding, this light and silly shows certainly gives your brain a brief chance to relax from its likely state of political outrage. It’s not serious in the least except in its professional presentation, and it’s a show that as far as I’m concerned is in the right place in the right time.

For the first half, our ensemble ushered in a musical revue sprinkled with old Hollywood stories, slapstick and creatively presented, classic tap dance numbers. A talented cast delighted with their dance, amused with their acting and impressed with bonus musical skills. Packed with hummable tunes and toe tapping throughout, The Production Code number was a joy and a half, showing off some great tap skills (hardly ever seen these days.) Even the set design highlighted the humor, whimsy and nostalgic grandeur.

The cast all seemed to have the vocal prerequisites, but not everyone seemed to hit the mark in the singing department. It very much seemed a case of good singers not singing their best that night. With just two lovely pianos providing the core musical accompaniment, staging that made use of aisles and the full height of the stage, and some initial echo in the mics, this may just have been an issue of not being able to hear themselves correctly. While a handful of less technically precise performances did create an unfortunate balance and consistency issue, ultimately there was so much else going for the show, it wasn’t an insurmountable obstacle.

I’m sure when you’re considering producing this show you look at obtaining a strong triple threat cast all around, but a Groucho for the second act is essential. It’s a high bar that history set and luckily, our Groucho is sheer perfection. His timing, impossibly rubber body and palpable rapport with rest of the cast and the audience was everything you’d want in a comedy. The second half runs the gamut from smirks and chortles to snickers and full-fledged laughter thanks in large part to Groucho.

Chico had a charm to spare and a mischievous smile that went on for days. Harpo was everything you’d expect too and the three had a chemistry that felt supremely fated. Madam P brought the house down with her stuffy, straight-laced, straight man/woman played expertly in contrast to the chaotic mayhem that whipped around her. Our lovers shone bright in their gloriously dim naiveté. It was an act that was over too quickly for me.

Indeed, this is an endeavor well worth the venture for a toe-tapping escape of much-needed laughter. 4 jewels out of 5 in the review tiara for a fun night with gimmicks galore and a throwback to the glamour days of cinema. A Day in Hollywood, A Night in the Ukraine plays through February 5th, 2017 at the Lucie Stern Theater in Palo Alto.

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REVIEW – Kinky Boots – Broadway San Jose

High on pomp, sparkle and sass, Broadway San Jose’s Kinky Boots strutted into Downtown on Tuesday with the energy and attitude befitting the award-winning show. It’s a show of spectacle, timely reminders of acceptance,  and of course the kinkiest of boots and while a cohesive, talented cast appeared on the stage, the show certainly came dangerously close to my own personal threshold for over-the-top, cheerleady, rah-rah positivity. I love the message. We need the message. But, the vehicle for the message at times just felt like overkill to me.

My minor intolerance aside, the show was absolutely entertaining. There were a lot of highlights throughout and the character choices, vocal acrobats, and comic timing by the actress playing Lauren,  rated among my favorites. Her commitment to getting the laugh and telling her story really was a thing of beauty.

Speaking of beauty, Lola was undeniably delicious. Vulnerable and strength personified, he rocked the ballads as easily as the drag anthems. Our lead actor and his entire ensemble of Angels worked the brilliant fashion and the exceptionally clever and unique choreography down to  last sequin. As one who is impossibly heel-challenged and has had her land mammal card revoked many a time, I couldn’t help but be amazed that these men not only walked and danced in stiletto boots, but effortlessly  owned it. Not a bead of sweat, no shortness of breath, no stray notes, steps or lapse in attitude. Not even a wardrobe malfunction as they unabashedly, beautifully sashay in their skin-tight vinyl, beaded bras, and thigh highs.  Just gorgeous.

There’s excellent chemistry amongst the entire cast and they execute song, staging and drama across the board. Don wins us over with his testosterone marinated arc, George has some great scene stealing moments, and Charlie Price is sufficiently talented though his part seemed less well written than I think  it could have been.

The show’s score is composed of totally 80’s cheese, over the top boy band ballads and up beat synthesized dance music. While the lyrics moved the plot forward I was actually a bit let down musically. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means, just weaker and less memorable that I would have expected considering the talented the music and lyrics.

True, it was no standing ovation for me, but I think if you just brace yourself for the moral message overdose  you’ll find it a good, fun night out. 3 ½ jewels out of 5 in the review tiara for a sexy, big-hearted, big-booted musical. Kinky Boots plays through Sunday, January 29th, 2017 at the San Jose Center for the Performing Arts in Downtown San Jose.

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REVIEW- Annie -Broadway San Jose

If you’re involved in theater in any way, you don’t make it to age 41 without seeing Annie a few (dozen) times. And, if you’re like me, each time you go you’re both reminded how “fun” the show is and also how risky the production is to attend if you have any sort of an aversion to the whiney, nasally, sing-songy vocal patterns that tend to inflict every cast of orphans. Annie has a bit of everything; history (shockingly relevant), catchy songs (duh), periodesque costuming (lovely in this production), a real live dog (woof), comedy and it has stood the test of time for very obvious reasons, but if you can’t handle kids singing like most kids sing, even if it carries a solid Broadway San Jose stamp of approval, you aren’t going to miss anything by missing this production.

I’m sure there’s a special place in hell for anyone who criticizes child actors – their job is after all NOT easy and they are kids– but as hopeful as I was that a big budget, Broadway touring company would come through with an Annie I didn’t want to send to her room, I wasn’t able to help but flinch during most of her solos. All the orphans I thought sang great as a company (Hard Knock Life was a highlight despite wanting to rap for some reason throughout it) but the stand alone voices drove me bonkers.

The 2-dimensional comic in some ways has more color and depth than parts of this version. The show kind of relies on Annie being adorable and spunky and her spark with Grace and Daddy Warbucks. I really enjoyed this version of Daddy Warbucks, but I felt somehow the relationship between he and Annie didn’t have enough time to develop or that the chemistry wasn’t quite strong enough. No sparks, not enough dramatic arc for him or with Grace really, but I was entertained none the less. Lily had the right idea with an over the top almost farcical approach, but next to a bit more subdued Rooster and a Miss Hannigan that seemed to fluctuate between mimicking Carol Burnett and trying to play an authentic alcoholic though-line, again the chemistry seemed off, rushed and inconsistent. Maybe Sandy the dog needed more stage time, but even he (she) seemed to be calling it in at times – opting to scratch an ear just as he broke the stage right-wing for a good 5 seconds before completing his cross. But, I guess you can’t teach old dogs new tricks.

The most enjoyable aspects of the performance surprised me quite frankly. I found the adult ensemble to be very entertaining with fabulous energy and comic timing well beyond the material they had to work with. Additionally, they were relatively skilled at transforming into multiple roles, a device I normally don’t buy in the least. This was helped along by great costuming and wigs, clever choreography and real commitment from the cast. The voices of the adults were all good, the dancing skills too, and the sets didn’t wow but did exactly what they needed to do. The sound and lights have very little challenges too and the orchestra was spot on.

Are kids going to like it? Sure. Will adults enjoy it? They will certainly be able to tolerate it for 2 hours and 15 minutes for their kid’s sake. Is it a good, family-friendly evening out that nurtures the little stars in your little ones? Yes. Was it something for me to write home about? I couldn’t help think this production fell flat in more ways than not. A slightly disappointing 3 jewels out of 5 in the review tiara for a show that came in below my hopes, but still sent me home fully dressed with a smile and humming many of the numbers. Annie plays through tonight (Sunday) at 6:30 at the San Jose Center for the Performing Arts.

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REVIEW – Night Alive – San Jose Stage Company

San Jose Stage usually sets up a win for me, but The Night Alive, was sadly, not company I found much value in keeping. A play billed as a sort of modern Irish nativity play, I failed to find a ray of hope among the puddle of gloom or a connection of any kind to be honest. Steeped in metaphor, angst and disillusionment, it fell well below my expectations, even for one who can usually get behind a good brooding and depressive narrative. Theater for me is always kind of a blind date, and this one felt awkward, uncomfortable and ultimately disappointing. The set up was certainly there, but it turned out the majority of it for me was simply a turn off.

Imagine you arrive at one of your favorite restaurants. As you enter (looking pretty good and feeling great) the smell of familiar anticipation and delicious possibility wafts through the main dining room. A warm, romantic glow blankets the exquisite décor. Your table’s not too close to the other diners, the chairs are comfortable, the acoustics and room temperature are impeccable. Bonus: your favorite is on tonight’s specials! The “pregame” couldn’t be more inviting and to your satisfaction. And, then your disheveled and more-than-a-little-tardy date arrives. And… well… it all goes terribly wrong somehow.

They spend the entire evening wingeing on and on about their dreary circumstances, making vague excuses for this and that, and – clearly not reading the expressions of shock and boredom on your countenance – they insist on peppering the one-sided conversation with totally inappropriate, cheap, crass passes at you. Without extending the slightest courtesy, they help themselves to sampling the food off your plate and wash it all down with an overindulgence of hard alcohol. Having dedicated far too much brain space to delegating any benefit of the doubt you could imagine to them, having tried over the slightly less than abysmal 90 minutes to manufacture some kind of rapport with and sympathy for them, one last move proves it has indeed been even worse than you initially thought. Not even a pathetic, passive-aggressive attempt at sharing the bill, they make one final transparent apology as they slink into the shadows of their own self loathing, leaving you to settle with the waiter. Was it you? Was it something you said? Did you miss something? Everything? The Night Alive, slowly but surely, turned into Night of the Living Dead and NOT in the awesome way.

This slice of life play was not unlike the 5 day old slice of pizza in my fridge; no easy way to salvage it, but still, you hate somehow to waste it. There was work that certainly went into it, but hard to see that past its shriveled, crusty, dried out appearance. I found my mind teetering somewhere between entertaining a quick nap and slapping this play squarely across the face, urging it to “Get a hold of yourself, man!”

While the talent was proven, the actors didn’t seem challenged in the least. All good, but none of them really giving me anything I hadn’t seen them do before or anything I was terribly intrigued by. The teeny-tiny smattering of humor hidden in this piece wasn’t enough to keep the mood or my interest intact. Once it was pretty much established that there were a lot of “holes” that were going to be left unfilled-in enigmas, I was disengaged completely. That climax could have already came and went, I was resigned to just waiting for my cue to depart.

Always a silver-lining in any venture, the set and props were a standout in this production. A beautifully plated dish with every detail perfectly combined to create the required dingy, disheveled and dated apartment. The saving grace of the evening was getting to focus on how perfectly disgusting the set and dressings were. How apt and maybe a bit metaphorical when I reflect on it now.

Truly, I’ve gone over and over in my mind why I couldn’t find anything particularly appealing about this play. I don’t really have a good answer aside from the chemistry wasn’t there, no love connection; no like connection. No doubt others will be more compatible with this play and perhaps it will leave a better taste in the mouths of those that can appreciate its vicious despair and not get sucked in to its bleak quagmire. Blame it on the rain. Blame it on 2016. No matter, an emo-infested 2 jewels out of 5 in the review tiara for a dark date that left me craving a Guinness and maybe a time machine. The Night Alive plays through December 11th at the San Jose Stage in Downtown San Jose.

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