Showing posts with label Bill Pullman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bill Pullman. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Review: "Oleanna" At The Mark Taper Forum, Los Angeles

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It should be said, not for commentary's sake but as an apt introduction, that just attempting to make a start on this blog has been a challenge in and of itself.

Having just typed but not yet published my previous post ("Day 10: From Johnny To Julia") about the day's events surrounding seeing "Oleanna", I was totally pumped to make an immediate start on reviewing the play itself.

I couldn't find anywhere to start.

I scanned the internet for amateur reviews that would remind me of the experience in the hopes of being inspired with a worthy opening to my review that would provoke an ongoing flow of editorial to do the play justice. Nope, that just got me more stuck. Every review I read seemed to not even touch on the greatness of the performance, never mind the brilliance of the plot.

I then tried the opposite avenue and read an array of proper critic reviews. This just frustrated me more because critics have their superior heads so far up their tight arses that nothing they had to say even remotely shed light on the wonder. All their reviews offered was a collection of verbal vomit made up of too many adjectives, empty philosophy, vague cynicism and an absence of any real original opinion in an apparent effort to display their own genius.

What these two attempts at inspiration did spawn was a passion to write a genuine from-the-heart commentary of a terrific piece of theatre with a mindblowingly provoking plot expertly and breathtakingly performed by two truly talented actors.

First but not obviously foremost, the set design and lighting was masterful. The Mark Taper Forum isn't exactly a big or fancy space. It's your typical and simple small theatre, nice but basic. The use of venetian blinds adjusted for each new scene backed by mood lighting was subtle but skilled.

Bill Pullman takes on the role of John, a professor anxiously waiting for the university to sign off on his tenure. He’s buying a house with his wife, who keeps phoning him with updates during his fraught meeting with Carol, a struggling student with a pressure-cooker temperament, played by Julia Stiles.



Most people would know Julia, "Ten Things I Hate About You", "Save The Last Dance", "The Prince & Me", the "Bourne" trilogy and a cascade of other popular movies credit her with widespread fame. Bill Pullman, for those that don't know, would be best known for smaller parts in "A League Of Their Own" and "Sleepless In Seattle" followed by bigger parts in "Independence Day" as the President, "Brokedown Palace" and "Titan A.E.".

Julia is actually reprising the role of Carol, having already starred in "Oleanna" on West End back in 2004.

Basic synopsis: "Oleanna" is a two character play about the power struggle between a college professor and one of his female students who accuses him of sexual harassment and, by doing so, ruins his entire career in one fell swoop. Whether or not the accusation is right or wrong is essentially the central theme of the story and is, of course, a matter of opinion.

I'll be presumptuous and speak on behalf of [what I believe to be] the sane majority and say that you initially feel the accusation is wrongful and that Carol is an evil little witch.

As the story presses on your mind involuntarily begins to change and you find yourself having slightly harder feelings towards the professor without necessarily growing in affection or sympathy for the malicious student.

By the conclusion of the play you're so gobsmacked by the events that take place that you can't help but pity Carol somewhat and find disgust in John's actions. At the same time his actions seem deserved and inevitable. The complete sprectrum and revolution of feelings that you experience throughout the show and especially at its closing is like nothing I could have anticipated or imagined. I was so blown away and provoked that I wanted to immediately either study philosophy and/or psychology or take up acting.



I was so jazzed and intrigued by not only the performance but the content discussed by the fictional characters that I had trouble sleeping that night.

For example, a central topic of conversation between the two characters as both a sidebar and an eventual relevant issue is "Higher Education is Hazing". While I would generally have felt, without ever having given it much thought, that this is an overzealous, cynical take on a subject not requiring much debate, the play really got me considering the ideas put forward by both the professor and his student.

* Hazing - for those that don't watch too much American entertainment and/or abuse popular American lanugage and/or are spending the better part of the year in the USA, the definition of hazing is: a ritualistic test and a task involving harassment, abuse or humiliation used as a way of initiating a person into a gang, club, military organization or other group (i.e. frequently used in the context of college fraternities and sororities and their initiations for joining).

"Oleanna" is often referred to as Mamet's "sexual harassment play" which is really an unfair and shallow label. Sure, there are allegations of sexual harrassment made within the play, but there are allegations of much more than that made within the play too. One valid contribution that the stuffy pro critics contributed was, in so many words, that the work is essentially dissecting how easily the American dream can be twisted into a personal nightmare.

In light of the fact that "Oleanna" was written on the heels of the Clarence Thomas Senate hearings regarding allegations made by Anita Hill, I think Mamet did an absolute killer job of unabashedly reflecting how damaging misplaced passion can be.

In a brief first act, John and Carol have an impromptu meeting in John's office. John is on the receiving end of a litany of phone calls from his wife about the new home he is attempting to close Escrow on. This constantly interrupts and disrupts the meeting and one can see Carol becomes increasingly frustrated as their discussion about her inability to understand his lectures rolls on. John, however, sees something familiar in Carol and one gets the impression that he feels, for the first time in many years, that he might actually be able to make a difference in the life of a student. He challenges her to think, to bust pre-conceived ideas and comforts her when it all becomes too much for her to bear.

The result of which is a second act that introduces Carol in a whole new light. The above-mentioned accusations have now taken place, plus reviews of the professor by the college's tenure board and the almost-loss of his beloved new house. Both John's cell phone and office line continue to hinder fluent conversation between the two as he tries in vain to get the now bold and confident Carol to see reason... to no avail.

The next several scenes all follow the same downward spiral, where Carol continues to evolve from her original fragmented self into a verbose monster of a feminist and John begins to visibly fall apart at the seams.

Pullman's John is full of uncertainty, about himself and others. He has a difficult time standing up to his wife and realtor in their unending phone calls. His halting speech and baffled nature end up being no match for Carol's streaming accusations, despite her own limited vocabulary. On the contrary, John is not the entitled elitist he is accused of being by Carol and her nefarious "group." He is someone who struggled to get where he his, is uncertain he even deserves it now and, despite statements to the contrary, feels it could all be wiped away at any moment.

And then it is.

He is a character to be pitied, even as he is difficult to identify with. I have never tried to picture Bill Pullman as a stage actor, but I was impressed with this interpretation of John and the neurotic vulnerability he wrapped the character up in.

Julia Stiles, while always having always been a favourite of mine, has often bugged me as a result of habitually delivering lines in a way that says "I'm so intelligent that I will only speak in monotone, but I will occasionally colour my performance with a cringe-worthy shriek to really make a point". And thus was frequently the case during the first act and some of the second act of her performance. Not that I'm necessarily criticising.



She really only seemed to break out of this pattern and assume a powerful character about midway through the second act, when the scene between Carol and John became quite heated and minor violence began to ensue. But when she got there it was something to behold and thoroughly worth waiting for.

Possibly one of the greatest theatrical moments I have had the privilege of witnessing came early in the final Act in the form of five words perfectly executed by Julia as the now Goliath figure of Carol:

After a scene where John attempts to restrain Carol to prevent her exiting the room, the two are again in another scene of tug-o-war in trying to make the other see their side of the sexual harassment allegations when John receives yet another phone call. It is clearly evident that John has received some alarmingly bad news. In complete shock and horror John puts down the phone and splutters something along the lines of "What... how... when... how could you? The police?"

Carol responds with "I thought you knew..." followed by a long and dramatic pause and "... you tried to rape me".

The reaction of the audience was visceral. My audible gasp was one among dozens, not to mention several verbal outcries followed by widespread whispering and murmuring. It was like being in a courtroom where some vital and damning evidence has just been revealed by a star witness. I think I actually had butterflies.

Rock on, Julia.

The final showdown between Carol and John is so shattering that it left the audience in stunned silence, even Julia seemed to have trouble shaking it off after the curtain call. I had actually wondered while reading the programme prior to the show why they needed a choreographer. I thought it was just something new and enlightening I was learning, that not just regular stage direction was necessary at such a professional level, but also expert choreography.

Nope, the closing scene made it infinitely clear why the production required a choreographer.

By this time John is so frazzled and messed up that his physical appearance has even deteriorated. His frustration is now entirely unhidden and his character unsympathetic and irrational. All this culminates in a literal and actual physical fight scene that ends with some colourful language, an actual attempt at rape and Julia thrown over furniture into a fetal position on the floor. One thing I wasn't quite prepared for was the use of the "unspeakable" swear word. As if the dialogue, the plot and the violence wasn't shocking enough, the c-word can usually make my heart skip a beat on a regular day!

The audience is worked up into a state of such righteous indignation that John's final outburst of physical violence is made to seem, if not justifiable, well, then, somehow understandable. But his exhilaration is brief, by getting John to beat her up, Carol has won by losing (the ultimate in female passive-aggressiveness): she has gotten him to seal his own doom. "Yes, that's right," are her - and the play's - final words.


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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Day 10: From Johnny To Julia

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THESE EVENTS TOOK PLACE: June 9, 2009 (USPDT)

So many of my Facebook Friends will recall that at this particular time I was agonising over how to spend one of my final nights in LA as I had gotten myself stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Rock = Blink182 Rooftop Concert at Jimmy Kimmel Live that I had booked a ticket for days before

Hard Place = Julia Stiles' play "Oleanna"

I had been wanting to go to Jimmy Kimmel Live regardless but had been thrilled when I researched tickets and found he was having one of his rare rooftop specials. With Blink no less, a somewhat legendary band of our era and a band that had somewhat been on hiatus for some time prior to this regrouping. I'm not much of a Blink fan, never really was, but it sounded like a pretty fantastic opportunity. I was really looking forward to it.

But then, somehow I can't remember, I came across "Oleanna". I really can't recall how the play came to my attention, I feel like my sister had something to do with it, but by the time I knew about it my only options to see it were this Tuesday night or the Wednesday night.

As I was leaving Wednesday night open for other plans, I had no choice but to choose one or the other for this night.

Arriving back at my room from WB late on the Monday afternoon, I met my new group of roomies. First I met Lisa, 26, from England who was off to a Summer Camp in Massachusetts she had been working at for several years. Tops! We bonded over camp anticipation and sucky American deoderant. She was also impressed by my knowledge of the Hollywood turf and requested I help her out with some tourism.

Lisa exited to do some washing and minutes later the Aussie Fraser sisters entered. Also off to a Summer Camp on the East Coast, Felicity, Billie and Carissa also contributed some excellent bonding: add Twilight, Harry Potter and general cultish obsessions this time. They also expressed interest in my Hollywood experience.

Lisa returned and all five of us had our own little "Woohoo Camp!" party while making plans to tourist together the next day, as I said, with me at the helm!

The girls weighed in on my difficult choice: useless, it was a dead heat. 2 and 2. It was at this point that you Facebookers would have been casting your votes in response to my posted agony.

Which brings me to the events of this day's post: Tourist Tuesday.

We ate our free continental breakfast together down in the Tiki Garden and tried to convince Lisa to have some vegemite on toast while I made my final decision on how I would spend my Tuesday night: Julia had it.

After having received important votes from key people such as Nikki, Deb and Sister Jen, I opposed the shunning of the Blink fans and rationalised that I'd never have a chance to see Oleanna again, whereas not only would Jimmy and Blink still be there in the future, but I could probably watch it later on YouTube anyhow.

I phoned and booked a ticket with epic enthusiasm then hit the road with Camp Party.

As I had told the girls previously, there would be a movie filming right outside the hostel this day, as per a notice posted by the production on the hostel notice board. I've completely forgotten the name of this b-grade production, but we hung around as long as we possibly could without looking foolish. All we really saw was the catering tent and a heap of equipment, it was too early in the day to see any real action. I'm pretty sure they filmed at the little Thai restaurant though.

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Then off to Tourist Central it was!


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We strolled down Hollywood Boulevard, stopping in stores and snapping photos aplenty. I showed the girls all my favourite spots and pointed out Kyra's brand spanking new Star.

Eventually we landed in The Highlands block where I pointed out all the best Hands & Feet at Grauman's, bragged about seeing a movie there, showed them the best souvenir shop (where we spent a substantial amount of time obsessing), laughed at the characters dressed up, then headed into The Highlands shopping plaza itself.

One thing I had missed previously, the Star Trek square, I hadn't seen the sweet plaque and the sheer size of it on my other visits:

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I was thrilled that my party were as hyped by Johnny Rockets as I was. We agreed to eat lunch there, much to my satisfaction. Choosing what to eat was an adventure in itself. We took ridiculous amounts of ridiculous photos and gratefully accepted silly hats from our waiter. A total hoot all in all!

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I was again ecstatic that my company appreciated Hot Topic as much as I did. The girls weighed in again: I purchased the coveted Transformers tank. Sweeeeeet!

Our shopping and touristing was extensive. A totally great day had by all.

Lisa left us to meet a friend and us Aussies crossed the road to Disney's Soda Fountain. I entered with my girls back home close to my heart. In spite of not being much of a Disney enthusiast myself, I had a blast looking at all the merchandise and taking photos to show my Disney Fan girls. I wanted to buy them all three of everything.

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I had to leave my party behind at this point and head back to get ready for my much-anticipated Julia play.

Metro.Net didn't fail me, I managed to walk-bus-walk my way to Downtown LA's "Walt Disney Music Center", to the "Mark Taper Forum" specifically.

The plaza encased by the Mark Taper Forum and the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion was a beautiful place to sit and chill while waiting for the show to start:

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Watching my budget closely, I gave the fancy al fresco cafe a miss and just grabbed a quick bite from the little snack shop. I sat myself on a pretty little park bench nearby the valet parking and watched all the rich people arrive at the fancy Music Center. I listened to a table of middle-aged women gripe about their overpaid husbands and exhausting lives of parties and cotilions. One of these women was currently facing a terrible difference of opinion with her spouse: to use the seventh bedroom in their brand new custom home as a study or a second guest room. Oh peril!

After the copious amounts of heavy food we'd put away at lunch, my iced tea and apple were not in the least bit disappointing. A detox, I'd go as far as to say. What I wasn't prepared for was for my beverage to karma harassing me. I look down at my glass bottle at one point only to find it shouting at me "For good karma, recycle!".

So abrupt! If I wanted a karma bashing or an environmental lecture I'd have asked, thanks.

The inanimate object redeemed itself with the trivia under the lid though. We all know I love any variety of good fart humour, well, my lid informed me of the origin of the term "Bronx Cheer". A term I'd previously learned from the print on Whoopee Cushions but never truly understood. Love it.

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Another highlight of the evening was the saxophone busker. He stood there and played his heart out like there was no tomorrow. I was completely captivated by him. I was thinking of you Deb.

Finally, it was almost showtime. I managed to snap some illegal photos of the stage, a-teehee!

While I will save a specific review of the play for its own post, I wonder if words can describe how absolutely phenomenal this experience was for me and how unbelievably brilliant this performance was. By far a highlight of my entire trip as a whole, I don't doubt.

For now I'll just say: wow, kudos Julia and Bill.

I'll also continue not to hold back the depth of my dorkishness and confess to what a thrill it was to see such a talented celebrity in the flesh. To see her but a number of metres away, doing what she does best.... just, wow. It was a buzz I can't articulate. And that's saying something! LOL.

I decided to go all out with my obsesso-geek tourism and go round to the stage door afterwards. Expecting the typical spectacle of such a thing, I was confounded that nobody was back there waiting. Sure, plenty of you are just thinking "yes, that's because you're a loser Nicole", but I care not. I've done this sort of thing before, I literally cannot believe nobody was interested.

Eventually a teenage guy and his parents joined me and I overheard their conversation about the boy going to school with Bill Pullman's son and that Bill had invited them along during their sons' graduation the night before. Sure enough, Bill came out a short while later and welcomed them inside.

Yep, you're damn right I grabbed an autograph and photo. He was lovely and incredibly warm. Handsome too, for an old fella. Haha.

I asked the lady inside the stage door if Julia would be coming out soon. She said she should be and that she'd let her know she had a visitor. I didn't care at all that I looked like a loser, I was going to get to meet one of my favourite actors.

I literally cannot believe my bad luck: a while later the stage door lady came back out and apologised that Julia must have already left through the side door. She told me that this never happens, Julia often stays around to hang out backstage and that she had only left in a hurry because she had "commitments".

The next part just rubbed salt in the wound, Stage Door Lady told me that Julia never has people wait at the door for her and that she knows Julia would have been thrilled and most definitely would have come out to chat and take a photo. I would have much preferred to hear that Julia always rushes off quickly and that she most likely wouldn't have bothered to come out anyway.

The whole thing was clarified the next day too: Chris told me that he'd seen Julia on the TV on an early morning breakfast show giving an interview about "Oleanna".

What are the odds?! Dang and bollocks. Big, BIG bollocks!

But still, I'm just happy to have had the chance to see such a profound work of art and to have such a great story to tell in the future. Not to mention that Jen is an even bigger fan of Julia than me so I'm glad to give her the experience vicariously through me!

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As a sidenote: I am super proud of myself for finding my way around LA. I won't deny that walking around Downtown LA late at night to find my return bus and walking from the bus to the hostel was a wee bit on the freaky side, but I did it... without getting lost or even going for a bumsteer. I have not only conquered public transport, but foreign navigation too!

I couldn't have done it without the sheer luck of a second unit filming crew being on the sidewalk filming pacing shots. Not only did they help point me in the right direction, but one of them was also an Aussie guy that grew up in the Blue Mountains. Small world.

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The gathering of cats behind the bus stop was a tad on the freaky side too.

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So standby for my next post, dedicated solely to raving about my awesome celebrity theatre expeience and the wonders of Julia Stiles.

P.S. As usual, extra pics in my Flickr for the enthusiasts (of the Disney kind especially).

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