Keegan Theatre: The Play That Goes Wrong

 "The Play That Goes Wrong" is a farce.  I've seen a few and loved them!  They require larger than life performances, carefully timed word play, often sets and props that malfunction at just the right moment, and preferably to the utter surprise of the audience.  I suppose you could say that they look deceptively simple in construction, formulaic even.  But that's only if they are poorly done.  

While the actors all seemed to be pouring their little hearts into performing this show, it was as lifeless as a dead horse.  Almost from the very beginning I was bored.  Nothing was in the least bit surprising and all the gags were as stale as the 100+ air outside of the theatre.  Over the past ten years, I have come to expect good things from Keegan.  Sometimes even amazing things.  But never banal things.  Why just last August they presented a very similar play, "Noises Off;" and it was gangbusters hilarious.  I spent most of my ride home on the Metro trying to figure why the two productions had such diametrically opposed outcomes.  When it came to me it was a totally "no, duh" moment.  

This cast played to the audience.  They didn't deliver their lines to one another.  They spoke them to us often pausing prematurely for an expected reaction.  Assuming that the cast didn't think this little idea up simultaneously, I would have to assume it was the result of some poor direction.  I rarely speak of directors, because honestly it's a leap to assume anything about a process of which I have no direct knowledge, and yet, when a cast comes together in a brilliant symbiosis who gets the credit?

If nothing else, the director should have recognized what was going on and put an end to it full stop.

However, the evening wasn't entirely a complete waste.  I purchased my seat 7A on the front row--I can't imagine what possessed me, even in this lovely relatively small theater, I do not like to sit on the front row.  There are ten seats in each row, five on either side of a central aisle that is also a stairway.  7A is one from the end stage right.  When I got there a young women, slight, shoulder length dark hair dressed in a mid-calf loose skirt and summery short sleeve top, both white.  She had placed her soda on the floor under where my seat would drop once I sat down.  I said pleasantly, "I guess this is me."

"Sorry," she offered as she retrieved the can of soda.  She was scrolling through feeds on her cell phone.  I took my pic of the stage and prepared to send it out on Facebook.  There was no in the seat to right A5, and A3 was occupied by a very old woman who looked a little like she was being swallowed by it!

In a moment, a man, trim build, silver hair carefully groomed in a polo shirt, khaki pants, (my god) even penny loafers and no socks descended the middle aisle, turned in our direction and approached calling out the young woman's name in the form of a question.  She responded in kind, "Bob?"  Her voice was soft with disbelief.  

"Oh my God," said Bob.  "I thought you moved to Philadelphia."

She said, with a little squirm, "I did."

Then he sat down in A5.  Now I was sitting directly between them.  I know.  A better man would have offered to switch seats with Bob.  But I am not a better man...especially when I thought I detected a little hesitancy in the young woman's voice.

Bob leaned out physically to look around me, his long legs already created an awkward pose in the seat.  He said, "So you're back in DC?"

"Yes," said the woman without any elaboration or context.  

"Oh," Bob added trying to sound more up-beat than confused.  Then leaning out again he plodded on.  "You come here often?"

(Inside my head, I rolled my eyes.)

"No," she said.  "This is my first time."

"Me, too," said Bob with a little glee.  Was he hoping for an entry into something more substantive?

"Did you see they have their next season in the program?" Bob asked after an awkward silence.

"Yes," jumped in the woman, apparently glad to have something to break the silence, too.  "It looks interesting.  They have a play called 'An Irish Carol' that sounds good."

Having diverted his attention to the portion of the program with the new season's plays listed, Bob leaned forward again and said, "I noticed that, too.  I bet it's good."  His voice dropped on the last word in a way that seemed to say--'didn't she just say that?'

The lights dimmed, the play began, Bob sat back in his seat.  Throughout the first act, the young woman laughed at very nearly everything.  At first when she would, Bob learned forward and looked in her direction, but by 30 minutes into the play he stopped.  Around 45 minutes in his head flopped backwards and he caught himself dozing off...  I sympathized with Bob.

At intermission the young woman bolted out of her seat.  Noticing, Bob got up and stretched, then he exited the theater proper into the lobby following the same path.  I was right behind him.  In the lobby, he looked for the young woman, but she was nowhere to be seen.  The cruel me imagined her locked in a stall in the lady's room rabidly texting her girl friends about running into Bob at the theatre.   

I must admit that this side show is the only thing that kept me from feeling completely disappointed in the evening.  

L-R: Dennis who played Perkins (Rebecca Ballinger), Max who played Cecil Haversham (Jimmy Bartlebaugh), Chris who played Inspector Carter (Matthew Pauli), Robert who played Thomas Colleymoore (Jackson Saunders), Sandra who played Florence Colleymoore (Leah Packer) and the recently deceased Jonathan who played Charles Haversham (Jared H. Graham)

Jared H. Graham as the murder victim, Charles Haversham...but is he really dead?

Rebecca Ballinger as Perkins, Mr. Charles Haversham's devoted butler.

Jackson Saunders as Thomas Colleymoore, Mr. Charles Haversham's loyal, boyhood friend.

Matthew Pauli as Detective Carter called upon the solve the murder of Charles Haversham.

Martina Schabron, the play's Stage Manager who is called upon to play the role of Florence Colleymoore after the actor playing the part is knocked unconscious.

Darren Badley who played Trevor the play's tech guy.

Zimbabwe: Bulawayo, Matobo National Park & the Khami Ruins

 Time for another flashback to a trip I took to Zimbabwe back in December of 1989.  My visit, in the company of my friends and hosts, began in the country's second city, Bulawayo.  We had the great good fortune of being the guests of an older couple who were utter delights.  They had lived their entire lives in Zimbabwe 50 years of which when it was known as Southern Rhodesia.  While most of their family had emigrated away after independence and the birth of Zimbabwe in 1980, they had remained.  Settled in their ways and devoted to the land and people they knew. 

As to independence, it wasn't hard to get an opinion out of the gentleman. As he drove us south for a day of hiking and exploring in the Motobo Hills National Park.  The highlight of which were the ancient Khami Ruins, second only the Great Zimbabwe ruins several hundred miles to the east and not on our itinerary.  I lamented not get to see them and he quipped, "Great Zimbabwe ruins?!  Hah!  Just look around around you, mate--THIS IS the GREAT Zimbabwe ruins." 

We drove on the dust covered road past the carcass of a public bus that had been stripped of everything but the dust covered frame.  From time to time we passed locals walking along the side of the road, large bundles balanced on their heads.  There were few cars, and an occasional truck, often with riders piled into the open back.  Zimbabwe was one year shy of celebrating its tenth anniversary and the transition had yet to even come close to delivering the prosperity that it's leader, Robert Mugabe, had promised.  Bulawayo was like a forgotten city in the wild west of a nascent America.

Once we arrived at the park we passed through the gates and then on toward the Khami Ruins.  Along the way we saw many examples of the Kopje Rock formations (stacked boulders), some larger than automobiles arranged in random spots across the shrub and brush covered land.  Some were famous, like the "Horse Rider".   

At some point we pulled over and got out of the jeep.  From here on out we were in the hands of the older gentlemen.  Along a pathway where we encountered no other person, we made out way through the dry scrub bushes.  Then suddenly, he stopped us.  Without speaking, he directed our gaze through the vegetation.  There she was, a Southern White Rhinoceros gently grazing.  It wasn't long before we also saw her calf.  We weren't 50 yards away from them.  As we whispered back and forth, she rotated her ears like radar discs to point them in our direction.  After a moment she determined we were not a threat.  It was obviously a moment that I have never forgotten.  

Further down this trail and we were at the Khami Ruins.  Again, nobody else in sight.  As we explored the remains of this 15th century city now long abandoned we realized that we weren't actually alone.  Our presence had summoned up the curiosity of a group of Chacma Baboons.  They started popping up on the tops of distant walls.  Our guide was well aware of the mischief and danger wild Baboons can inflicts and so he called our visit off and calmly we returned to the jeep.

From here he drove us to a separate area of the park (which is huge: 1,200 sq. miles).  He parked us again at the start of a trail and off we went on another hike.  This one was more vertical, but not strenuous and before long we were reaching the crest of large mound that was by and large one massive granite boulder--though "boulder" does it no justice.  The views were spectacular and in the distance across this rock surface we could see a squat tower-like structure.  As we approached it, we also discovered a large marker ensconced to the surface of the rock formation.  It was the grave of Cecil Rhodes!  The monument is an additional commemoration for the man.  

You can imagine just how controversial this site is given Rhodes role in the conquest and exploitation of native peoples in order to establish the colonies of Northern (Zambia) and Southern (Zimbabwe) Rhodesia.  Then it was just a completely unexpected surprise and a chance to have some semblance of connection to one of the most consequential European colonizers in the history of Africa.  And I get the negative implications.  But the man's dead.  He can evolve.  Only we have that privilege.

Finally, we returned to Bulawayo, had a modest meal with our hosts and slept soundly.

The Matobo Hills National Park, Zimbabwe

"Man on a Horse" Kopje

Southern White Rhinoceros

The Khami Ruins (Active c. 1450 - c. 1650)

And the Baboons began to arrive...

Approaching the crest of Malindidzimu hill.

Malindidzimu Hill is also known as the "View of the World" hill.  It's easy to see why!

Cecil John Rhodes

05 JUL 1853 - 28 MAR 1902

Glorious Rachel Carson

 I work at a public school named for Rachel Carson.  I made this informational bulletin board to greet the students and staff when they return in the fall.  

Buttermilk Peach "Cake"

 Made from a recipe posted by Melissa Clark of the NYTimes Cooking section that was identified as a Peach Cobbler, I beg to disagree.  This super easy and satisfying concoction is a cake.  

Shakespeare Theatre Company: Othello

 I was eager to see Othello.  So much so, that I actually purchased my ticket over 6 months ago!  This gave me a slightly better price on what became utterly outrageous as the date approached.  Anchored by actors Wendell Pierce and Ben Turner, I think it's safe to say that this is STC's big production of the year.  

Other than Othello is a "Moor," and that this is a tragedy, I also didn't know that much more about the plot.  Of Course I knew the heroine was Desdemona, and the villain (thanks to Disney's Aladdin) was Iago.  So I came to learn the story and experience most especially, Wendell Pierce (of the Wire, Tremaine, and other excellent TV series) fame.  And it was apparent when he first took the stage that I was not alone in my fandom for Pierce.  However, by the time he arrived, I was already captivated by another actor, Ben Turner.  From his first line forward, Iago was the man in charge.  Pierce was wonderful, don't get me wrong.  His timing, especially when squeezing out a humorous moment, was superb.  Yet, Iago was in charge, and he played Othello for the fool with tremendous agility.  The third member of the A-team Desdemona, played by Olivia Cygan, was bright and breezy, innocent and trusting to a fault.  She created the perfect heroine for a tragic demise, and we certainly got one.  In the end, very nearly everyone dies except the person who ought to.  I guess some things never change.

While all three of the principals were excellent and well balanced, (I once saw a production of Romeo and Juliet here were the actor portraying Mercutio was SO GOOD, that every one else felt like they'd just been called up from the minor leagues) so were the B-Team players.  Most notably Lucas Iverson as Cassio and Todd Scofield as the Duke of Venice.  Lucas gave Cassio the same boyish innocents and devotion to Othello that made his downfall feel as tragic as Desdemona's demise.  And Scofield is a master of gravitas.  Grounding even as chaos fraught a scene as the final one with a sense of ... what's the word?  Hope?  

The set was expansive creating an unusually small orchestral seating area and giving all of us on the ground floor a tremendous sense of intimacy with the actors.  Of the supporting elements (sets, props, lighting, sound, graphics, costumes and choreography), it was the choreography that stood out.  With a military theme, the ensemble brought an element of the larger world without.   Between many scenes they also affected scene changes with a precision worthy of a well-honed combat brigade.  

An excellent production and a wonderful way to end this 2025-2026 theatre season for me.

Wendell Pierce as Othello.

Strategizing with the Duke of Venice, [L to R: Cassio (Lucas Iverson), ensemble (Jon Beal), ensemble (Cole Sitilides), the Duke of Venice (Todd Scofield), Othello (Wendell Pierce), and Montano (Derek Garza)]

Iago (Ben Turner)

Othello and Desdemona (Olivia Cygan) in love and carefree

Iago begins planting seeds of doubt.

Cassio (Licas Iverson)

Military Horse-play; Prepping Cassio to play his unwitting role.  [L-R: as members of the ensemble: EM Whitworth, Cole Sitilides, Vish Skula, Derek Garza, (Cassio) Lucas Iverson, and Anna Marzullo]

The die is cast, Desdemona's final slumber.

Driven mad by a circle of unraveling lies.  I thought Pierce's delivery of Othello's final soliloquy was brilliant.  He owned every word, every phrase, every pause to craft his statement, his "take" on Othello's summation of his life.  Even as he spoke, I could easily imagine how it could have a different meaning under the power of an actor who made different choices.  And his interpretation was the perfect conclusion to the Othello he portrayed...and you could have heard a pin drop from start to finish.  

Another visit to the Past: Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe

 Having the ability to scan old negatives and slides has proven to be a wonderful way to while away an hour or two of an evening.  I am so grateful for the life I have made for myself, and these images honestly also inspire me to dream of future adventures, too.

This is from my visit to Victoria Falls.  My traveling companions and I arrived in the evening, spent the next day there exploring the trails along the Zimbabwe side and taking in the sights and performances in the living cultural museum located in the little community where our lodging was also located on the rim of the canyon where the water from upper Zambezi River plummeted over the falls to form the lower Zambezi River.  

This was the third stop on our itinerary after spending 3 days on mini safari's at Zimbabwe's largest National Park and Game Reserve: Hwanke.  As I had discovered, by coming to Southern Africa in late December, we were visiting sights at the end of Spring.  This meant lots of newborns at Hwanke.  Spring comes after Winters' rainy season, as well.  By the end of Spring that water flow on the Zambezi has reduced dramatically, but oddly enough that makes it the best time to see the falls!  During the rainy season the amount of water sends up so much mist that falls are erased by its cloud-like mist, and the entire trail is under a constant drizzle, thus making it slippery and more dangerous.  We were told that if we came back in the rainy season the only way to see the falls is to hire a helicopter and see it from above.

I was all of 27 years old!

The hiking trail skirts the southern palisades for well over a mile and the further you get away from the central bed of the Zambezi, the less water is flowing over the edge on the opposite side, until finally all you have to look at is a rock wall made up of an ancient granite.  

The views were simply spectacular all along the trail.  That was 40 years ago, and like so many places that our now global tourist hot spots, I shudder to think what it must look like now.  The area around the falls was pretty simple.  There were a couple of motel like establishments for overnight guests, a mock African Village with artisans demonstrating traditional crafts and performing at set times, and a restaurant where you could take an evening meal.  I'm thinking there were also souvenir shops and other places to grab a bite.  

A statue of the great European Explorer Sir. David Livingston presided over the entrance.  Guests were a mix of White and Black Africans with some Europeans.  I met one other American family.  A Black man with his wife and two children.  They were from Brooklyn, NYC.  His parents were from Zimbabwe and he wanted his children to see the country of their ancestors.  in 1988, it was just 8 years into independence and despotism of its president Robert Mugabe was just beginning to become apparent.  The economy was on the skids, and the whole land reform movement was like the mythical "Pull You Push Me" two headed llama from "Dr. Doolittle"--as tug of war bound to tear things apart.  A nation that had been the agricultural bread basket of sub-Sarahan African was experiencing food shortages and run away inflation.  None of which was overtly present for tourists from far away with Dollars and Rands to spend.

The very first time in my life that I ever flew on a plane so new that it fucking smelled like a new car! was in Zimbabwe.  It was also the only time I have been a passenger on a commercial flight that was piloted by a woman.  As people were losing their ability to feed their families and the public transportation system--particularly in rural areas and cities outside of the capital, Harare, were breaking down for lack of funding, in ability to pay drivers and mechanics, or even but replacement parts, Mugabe's administration bought two brand new airplanes.

The "motel" we stayed in was a basic design.  A series of attached bedrooms with a private toilet, sink and shower, all opening on the same side to a paved walkway with room numbers affixed to the exterior walls next to the doors.  Everything about them was basic.  The most useful amenity was a ceiling fan over the door; although it wasn't oppressively hot or humid.  

In the second morning as I prepared to gather my belongings a sort of passing of the guard occurred in my room.  The white tennis shoes that I'd brought with me that I'd owned for a while finally wore a hole in the bottom of one.  I anticipated this before departing and so bought a new pair that I also brought with me.  (I know, certifiably weird am I?!)  At any rate, I noticed a trash can at the end of the row of rooms.  The air was crisp when I left my room with the old worn out shoes in my hand.  Looking around it seemed like all the tourists were still asleep, but in the blue-hued light of dawn and trio of Black grounds keepers was already tidying things with rakes and clippers.  They all wore Forest green jump suits and floppy hats.  None were particularly close to the motel, and I didn't even think they noticed me.

Back in the room I finished packing and waited for my friends to knock on my door signalling it was time to head off to our next adventure.  I had gathered another little bag of trash and as we left I went over and dropped it in the trash can.  I expected to see the shoes I'd just tossed out.  But they weren't there.  Someone had taken them.

When first approaching the falls.  You can see the line of tourists on the pathway in front of us (upper right)

Continuing to hike the path past where the water is still flowing over the precipice.  In the rainy season, there is basically no visible rock, it's all just massive amounts of water.

Then looking back to where the water is still flowing and down to the "lower" Zambezi River below.

Examples of Traditional homes.  The stilts provide protection from nocturnal predators.  

A Park Employee shares cultural traditions of the Shona and Ndebele peoples 

As the crowd of visitors grow, he is happy to answer questions, too.

A musical performance.

1st Stage: Indecent

 Written by the amazing Paula Vogel, it's the true story of a Yiddish playwright named Shlomo Asch, who writes a play in Warsaw at the turn of the 20th century.  It is deemed too provocative to produce, but many who read it are deeply touched, and so he sets off to tour the play.  It is a sensation in Berlin, and Bratslava, Budapest and Constantinople.  It's so well received that he brings it to America and new York City's Broadway.  Where it meets a swift and self-righteous death at the hands of the morality police.  The play is titled "God of Vengeance," and it is set in a brothel run by a Jew who's pious trappings and middle class life-style are paid for by his sex workers.  He as a virgin daughter whom we tried to keep shielded from the whore house, but she meets and falls in love with one of the girls there.  When her father discovers the liaison he condemns his daughter to a life as a prostitute and throws his Torah in the garbage exclaiming that he doesn't need God because he's got money!  

It's a sort of two for one.  The play within the play.  It's also densely written and a tour de force of controversial ideas from history that are as relevant today as they were in 1908, 1921 or 1938...  This production was 1st Stage doing what it does best, creating beautiful, intimate theatre with actors who are talented and drawn to the format.  The set was relatively simple yet with a few surprises, including the iconic lesbian lovers playing in the rain (real water pouring down upon them) scene that brings the whole tale to a close.

The cast worked like one, and with all of the coordination required to make the work, they'd have to.  However, it was more than mechanical precision, they produced a vibe that made you feel like they genuinely loved what they were doing and with whom they were doing it.  Each member had their moments.  For my part it was good to see familiar faces like Lily Burka, Nicole Halmos and Stephen Russell Murray.  But my favorite was Ethan J. Miller who played the Narrator/stage hand, Lemml.  I first encountered Miller in a child's role way back in 2017 in an Arena Stage production of "Watch On The Rhine" by Lillian Hellman.  He was kid and I didn't give it much thought.  Then he reappeared as a young man in "The Chosen" here at 1st Stage back in 2023.  He'd been away getting a theatre degree in Minnesota.  This time he left an impression.  Now, he's one of a couple dozen actors who when I see their name associated with a play or musical, I know I'm going to get a wonderful performance.  This offering was no exception.  In spite of him still being the youngest member of the ensemble, his character evolves into the moral conscience of the entire show.  A feat he made seem easy.

Glad to see the run has been extended through the end of the month.  This one is a definite go.

The show opens with the cast resurrecting from the ashes in order to tell their story.

Did I mention there's dancing?  Oh, and singing--there's singing, too!

[L-R: Ben Ribler, Stephen Russell Murray, Lauren Hart, Ethan J. Miller, Nicole Halmos, Lily Burka and Zach Brewster-Geisz]

Staging the final scene of the play within a play 'God of Vengeance'.  L-R: Zach Brewster-Geisz as Otto, Lily Burka as his daughter, Chana, and Nicole Halmos as his wife, Vera.

The lovers: Halina (Lauren Hart) and Chana (Lily Burka) as Lemml (Ethan J. Miller) looks on.