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Transit: From There to Here in Cinema

What does exile look like? What does geographic displacement do to identity, and to the psyche? These were dilemmas addressed in much midcentury fiction, found in the writings of William S. Burroughs, Paul Bowles, and others. Now Anna Seghers’ 1944 novel Transit is brought to the screen from the German filmmaker Christian Petzold. When we meet Georg (Franz Rogowski) he is on the move, a witness to war, blood, and death. Unwittingly taking on the identity of a dead writer, he lands in the port city of Marseille, an “Interzone” of sorts, as part of France’s “free zone,” Marseille interchangeable with Tangier, another evocative port city where people hung out waiting for papers, exit visas, boat tickets, “transit.” Cue Casablanca, the classic film an illustration of Tangier’s midcentury international zone.

My Fair Lady: Transformation in our Trans-Age

Even if Lerner & Loewe’s My Fair Lady were not one of the most crowd-pleasing musicals, the revival at Lincoln Center’s Vivian Beaumont Theater would be a must-see. Featuring Broadway royalty, not only the amazing Laura Benanti as Eliza Doolittle whose voice alone is worth the price of admission, but the exquisite Rosemary Harris, who, at the performance we attended did not get the customary applause upon entrance. Her subtleties as Professor Henry Higgins’ mother may have caused her to slip by the notice of the attentive crowd in ways that Danny Burstein’s Alfred P. Doolittle, Eliza’s attention-grabbing drunk dad does not. But these great stars, joined by Harry Hadden-Paton as the stern, conceited Higgins, Christian Dante White as the besotted Freddy and Allan Corduner as the deliciously impish Colonel Pickering, under the consistently good direction of Bartlett Sher, make for a great night at the theater.

John Lloyd Young Sings Songs of Love at the Café Carlyle

Photo: David Andrako

“You’re just too good to be true,” goes the lyric of “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You,” a signature hit for John Lloyd Young. Now in his eighth residency at the Café Carlyle, the line, the first of the night, also describes his dreamboat performance. Some men just don’t get old: Dark glasses cannot hide John Lloyd Young’s dimple-chinned prom date good looks, but then again, his music does not age either. Just ask his fans who follow wherever he plays, and return to the Carlyle night after night.

Woman’s Day Red Dress Awards: Seeing Red on Heart Disease

“I see a sea of red,” became the cliché of the night at Lincoln Center’s Appel Room for the Woman’s Day Red Dress Awards. Indeed, red was encouraged for stars on the red carpet, Angela Bassett, Susan Lucci, and everyone else, and it seemed a giant homage to Valentine’s Day and the Chinese Lunar New Year celebration all wrapped in one. But the unifying image was the heart, meaning heart health for women. Lucci, the queen of soap operas, told a story of being the picture of health and suddenly feeling pressure in her chest in October, averting a heart attack. Bassett, the queenly Ramonda in Black Panther, lost her mother in 2014 to heart disease. She wanted to create awareness for the link between Type 2 Diabetes and heart disease. Each speaker, and including doctors Dr. Sharon Hays and Mary N. Walsh, had a message: these episodes are preventable.

Song of Parkland: Surviving the Valentine’s Day Massacre

When we ran into Melody Herzfeld at the Tony Awards, she seemed stunned at the place history had taken her. This week at a special screening of Song of Parkland, an HBO documentary directed by Amy Schatz, she had her Tony Award by her side, still stunned, and feeling guilty. She would have preferred a prize for merit, she said. Instead she was honored for her heroism in a tragedy, coolly ushering 65 students into a back storeroom closet for two hours as a gunman murdered 17 at the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida where she taught drama. At HBO, dozens of her former students attested to her epic qualities as a teacher. While she was not falsely modest, part of her charm is a self-effacing humor worthy of Joan Rivers. Then again, as she told us at the Tony’s, she was from these parts, from New Jersey.

Eco Village is no Utopian Vision

Among the many fascinations of Eco Village, a new play by a gifted young playwright, Phoebe Nir, in production at the Theater at St. Clement’s Church, is a revision of communal life from the ‘60’s, reimagined for this generation of millennials. For many of us who remember our youthful era of sharing resources, it was an edenic time for those who had little to share, welcoming the bounty of those more prosperous. In Eco Village, that ethos takes on current trends, toward ecology, conservation, and respect for the earth. Keeping a small footprint, so to speak, is a goal. But humans being, well, human, loyalties shift among the fictive characters in this alternate world, in ways that make Eco Village register more cynical than utopian. But then again, how do you change the world?

True West: Sam Shepard’s Bad Boy Pas de Deux

I have always thought of Sam Shepard’s True West as a two-hander. The brothers at the center of this heated drama, the screenwriter Austin and ne’re-do-well Lee, are entwined physically and spiritually; it’s their tension that enthralls. At the American Airlines Theater in a thrilling Roundabout production, they are Paul Dano and Ethan Hawke respectively. Of course there is a producer, Saul Kimmer (Gary Wilmes) ably aiding, abetting, and underscoring their sibling dis-function, and their dithering mother (Marylouise Burke), at least one half of the source. The other is the unseen father, allegedly a drunk who some time ago receded from society into the Southern California desert. Needless to say, the fruit does not fall far from that tree.