“Copper Children”

written by Karen Zacarias
directed by Shariffa Ali

Ashland, OR
at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival

The Copper Children (2020): Ensemble. Photo by Jenny Graham, Oregon Shakespeare Festival.
The Copper Children (2020): Ensemble.
Photo by Jenny Graham, Oregon Shakespeare Festival.

Copper Children has much going for it: an under-told, important story, a talented playwright who entertained and educated us with Destiny of Desire, and an experienced and immensely talented cast. Unfortunately, this world premiere wasted its assets and delivers an evening that is a moralistic plod which fails to create drama or feelings.

The play tells the story is of white Catholic orphans from New York who get sent out west for adoption by good Catholic families, good Mexican Catholic families. The families are already treated badly by the Protestant Anglo corporation bosses and other city residents. When the kids show up for distribution to the Mexican families, the authorities step in and give the children to white families.

The plot focuses on one Mexican family who has had several miscarriages and infant deaths caused by the pollution of the copper mine where everyone works. The wife is desperate for a child, and she and her husband are salt-of-the-earth good people. They’re perfect candidates to adopt a child. The Catholic adoption workers place a child with family only to have the girl forcibly removed and given to a powerful white family.

Along the way we learn about the terrible life orphans in New York have. We understand that matching these children to new families out west is a good thing. We see the New York nuns send the kids west.

For this play, the orphans are represented by a puppet girl. The use of the puppet and simple, but expressive set, by Scenic Designer Mariana Sanchez are creative highlights of the show.

Unfortunately the puppet is given more character than the human actors on stage. Most are cardboard cutouts of good or evil. Charles Mills (Rex Young) as the mining company manager is a one-dimensional waste of acting talent. The Mexicans and the nuns are all over-the-top good — or at least good without engaging depth.

One character, Lottie Mills (Kate Hurster) as the manager of the company store and wife of the mining manager starts to be written as a good Anglo. In an early scene she seems to be trying to give Margarita Chacon (Caro Zeller), our would-be mother, a break on something Margarita is buying the the store. Lottie hides the deal from her pure sociopath husband and treats Margarita as a fellow human. But, in later scenes Lottie inexplicably switches into being the leading racist, making sure that the white New York City orphans don’t get placed with Mexican families. We learn that Lottie has also had problems having a child and she winds up with our puppet girl, but the change in Lottie’s attitude really isn’t understandable.

Father Mandin (Eddie Lopez) is the one character who develops any depth.

Although not a major player, Lopez’s priest slows down the pace and deals with the people on stage as if they had complexity.

He himself seems to ponder, have concerns, and may even have internal conflict.

The Copper Children (2020): Caro Zeller (Margarita Chacón), Eddie Lopez (Father Mandin), Gabriela Fernandez-Coffey (Gloria). Photo by Jenny Graham, Oregon Shakespeare Festival.
The Copper Children (2020): Caro Zeller (Margarita Chacón), Eddie Lopez (Father Mandin), Gabriela Fernandez-Coffey (Gloria).
Photo by Jenny Graham, Oregon Shakespeare Festival.

Maybe that’s it. Aside from Father Mandin, The Copper Children is populated by walking/talking symbols and not people. The one-dimensional all good/all evil roles fit the Telenovela melodramatic format of Destiny of Desire. As a pointed comedy, Destiny made its statements with silly characters. We laughed while we also absorbed the social truths sprinkled in the script.

But, Copper Children is advertised as a drama. There is no wink-and-nudge smirk at the stereotypes shown on stage that entertained in Destiny. Instead, we are bludgeoned with one-dimensional moralism delivered via incompletely written characters. The experience just isn’t fun, absorbing, or good theater.

The play educated me on on some evil bits of our American history. I learned about copper mining in the West and the corporate greed and white racism that devastated the Mexican workers and their families. Still, a few paragraphs in a history essay would have reached me more effectively.

The Copper Children should be so much better. Zacarias picked a moment with the action, people, and dilemma primed for exploration. But, as written on opening night, Copper Children piles on guilt without growth or involvement. My wild hope is that Zacarias will use the COVID-19 OSF shutdown to add dimension to the characters and either subtlety or humor to her moral imperatives.

Ozdachs rating:
2 out of 5 Syntaxes

By |2020-04-05T11:23:50-07:00April 5, 2020|osf, plays|0 Comments

“Between Two Knees”

Ashland, OR
at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival

After trying for a month to moderate my initial reaction to the show, I admit failure. So, I reluctantly tell you, “Run! Turn your tickets back!! Seeing Between Two Knees is a waste.”

The “play” is a two-act, juvenile, mental-masturbation orgy of insult humor written without wit and performed without inspiration. It feels unedited, unworkshopped, and unrehearsed, OSF protestations to the contrary notwithstanding.

About the cleverest thing about Knees is how it inoculated itself against criticism by suggesting that any complaints directed toward it are based on white fragility, insensitivity, or worse. Aside from this self-vaccination against disapproval, there is nothing else ingenious, thought-provoking, entertaining, or otherwise worthwhile about the show.

The comedy and underlying serious topics are presented with slapstick, 7th grade obviousness.

This is typical:

Between Two Knees (2019): Justin Gauthier (Larry). Photo by Jenny Graham.
Between Two Knees (2019): Justin Gauthier (Larry). Photo by Jenny Graham.

Yuk, yuk…. yuk.

More than anything else, Knees feels like a series of amateur vignettes presented together with a flimsy, white-people-cause-problems theme. There’s a not-so-subtle implication that if you don’t laugh and applaud at the stupidity on stage, then it’s because you’re white and insulted. It’s not because you didn’t like 7th grade humor when you were 12 years old, and it hasn’t grown on you since.

This was workshopped, revised, and refined? With actors? With writers? With anyone connected with a theater? Really? I want to see the workshop’s attendance sheet.

The 1491’s, an “intertribal Indigenous sketch comedy troupe”, is credited as the playwrights of the show. But, the performance feels like an improv show (a low-brow, dumb improv show) more than a play. That impression is strengthened by the flubbed lines, hesitant delivery, and breaking out of character that are the artistic hallmarks of this OSF American Revolutions co-commission.

But, I really don’t want to spend too much effort talking about the performance. After all, comments on a show should not take more effort than the creation of the dismal work that’s being commented on, right?

Between Two Knees is in the bottom 2 or 3 shows we’ve ever seen at OSF. If it were the worst (still Family Album) at least it could be proud of something. As it is, it is merely avoidable dreck.

Ozdachs rating:
0 out of 5 Syntaxes -- TERRIBLE!

By |2019-06-08T06:50:23-07:00May 18, 2019|osf, plays|0 Comments

“The Way the Mountain Moved” at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival

Ashland, Oregon
at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival

The Way the Mountain Moved

by Idris Goodwin
directed by May Adrales

Julian Remulla, Maddy Flemming, Sara Bruner, Al Espinosa. Photo by Jenny Graham.

Julian Remulla, Maddy Flemming, Sara Bruner, Al Espinosa. Photo by Jenny Graham.

This American Revolutions OSF commissioned play earns a star for its attempt at dealing with a complex subject and another for the quality of the acting; there’s nothing given for any actual quality of the play.

The Way’s major faults are glaring:

  • The theme of Bad, Insensitive Interlopers taking over the Native American/wild lands is hammered home without redeeming subtlety.
  • The play is embarrassingly unedited. There are several decent plots thrown uncomfortably together and either left hanging or suddenly and unsatisfying resolved by a deus ex machina character who appears only in the very last scene.

Here, according to the OSF website, is what the play is supposed to be about:

In a remote desert in the 1850s, four men—a U.S. Army lieutenant, a sharpshooter, a botanist and an artist—set out to survey a route for the new continent-spanning railroad. After being scattered on separate odysseys, they cross paths with lost pioneers, cautious Native Americans, and an African-American Mormon couple unsure whether to befriend, fight or flee the newcomers.

The story would have been better if it had been about the US Army lieutenant, the sharpshooter, the botanist, the artists, the lost pioneers, the cautious Native Americans, OR the African-American Mormon couple. Pick one to center on, cultivate that character, and build a story that makes us care.

Rodney Gardiner, Christiana Clark. Photo by Jenny Graham.

Rodney Gardiner, Christiana Clark. Photo by Jenny Graham.
It just looks like the actors are horrified to be on stage in this show!

As it was presented, The Way is more a display of character sketches, improbable scenarios, and the ever-popular symbolism-laden scenes that you know you should understand better but require a college-level literature course to appreciate.

I really need most of the play’s “artistry” decoded and put in Trumpian simple terms for me to understand. I admit, I don’t understand the title, The Way the Mountain Moved. I didn’t understand the mysterious, painfully loud groaning noises that disrupted the characters in an early scene. I didn’t understand who the women who bring the play to its end — one of whom has appeared only in the scene. And, more!

I know I am stupid. But, I think the playwright really should have shared his drugs with the audience so we could have appreciated the depth of this work.

And, then there were actions that left us suddenly not understanding a character’s nature and motivation. For example, one character seemed increasingly reasonable, vulnerable, and likable as we learned more about his background. Then he suddenly kills a good guy, right in front of us, for no reason I could fathom. Did I miss something? Why did that happen when just 5 minutes ago the narrative had me warming up to him?

Many of my audience mates were intrigued with the possibilities of story development at intermission. They felt that there were so many good plotlines, the writer would weave things together in a wonderful prairie quilt by the end of the show. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.

The actors make many scenes excellent vignettes in a stand-alone way. Speeches by Rex Young (George Harris) were fun and well done, even if not memorable. Similarly, Al Espinosa (Luis Núñez Arista) owned the stage several times with his words and actions.  Rodney Gardiner’s Orson and Robert Vincent Frank’s Bart also were clear and commanding in their moments.

The other roles, played by truly wonderful actors, didn’t grab me. The awkward/improbably/unexplained/weird situations kept the fine onstage talent from convincing me that their character was genuine. In too many scenes, I felt like I was being thrown bits of history I should be learning while at the same time there was so much symbolism and unspoken Truth that I couldn’t keep up. Sara Bruner’s Phyllis Cooke, for example, was written way too enigmatic for the straight-forward (if awful) situation she was in. I found myself rejecting getting involved.  I simply, wrongly, maybe even in a white-supremacist way, decided I didn’t care.

Overall, The Way the Mountain Moved is a fine new play failure. Seriously. A commissioned play with (too many) interesting characters and (too much random) non-standard events is bold and laudable, even when not good theater or even particularly enjoyable. I appreciate seeing this play instead of another “update” of something dated and tired. I just hope for a subtlety-inducing, focusing rewrite.

Play rating:
Rating 2 out of 5 Syntaxes

By |2018-09-26T09:16:04-07:00September 25, 2018|osf, plays|0 Comments
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