Saturday, March 24, 2018

March For Our Lives in pictures, Washington, D.C.

 March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
  March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
 
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
His sign says:  "I Don't Want to Graduate Summa Cum DEAD!" March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
Volunteers from St. John's Episcopal Church, Lafayette Square, distribute water and snacks to participants in March For Our Lives, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
 
In front of the White House, March For Our Lives, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
In front of the White House, March For Our Lives, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
  In front of the White House, March For Our Lives, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
In front of the White House, March For Our Lives, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
In front of the White House, March For Our Lives, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
The Vote411.org had volunteers out galore collecting registrations of new voters at the March For Our Lives Rally in Washington, D.C. This lady at the corner of 15th and Pennsylvania told me the registration materials were good for all 50 states and the District of Columbia/Photo by Patricia Leslie
On 15th Street, N.W. on the way to the March For Our Lives Rally, this salesman had shirts and hats for $20 each, however, returning from the rally, another vendor sold them for $10/Photo by Patricia Leslie
 
On 15th Street N.W., on the way to the March For Our Lives Rally, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
Victims of gun violence are pictured on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C. for the March For Our Lives Rally/Photo by Patricia Leslie
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
The sign says "Not One More." March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
 
At the Trump International Hotel, March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
 Near the Trump International Hotel, March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C. For the weekend Trump fled to Florida at taxpayers' expense to play golf and only tweeted about a situation in France on Saturday, neglecting his own nation/Photo by Patricia Leslie
In front of the Trump International Hotel, March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C., a participant wears a sign:  "Veterans for Gun Control."/Photo by Patricia Leslie
At the Trump International Hotel, March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
The sign says "Arm teachers with Knowledge and Compassion." March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
 
The sign says "I march so I don't have to fun FOR MY LIFE FOR MY LIFE." March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
The sign says "The Grandmas Have Your Backs!" March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
   March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
  March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
   March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
   March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
   March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
   March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
   March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
The sign says:  "Who Sold This Gun That Killed My Son?" At March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
 
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
The sign on his hat reads: "Gun Owners for Gun Control." March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
The sign says:  "No Respect At All" at March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C. To take this picture I climbed a short stone wall at the back of the White House and hung by one arm onto a wrought iron railing, and no one from the White House chased me away/Photo by Patricia Leslie
  In front of the White House, March For Our Lives, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
 
In front of the White House, March For Our Lives, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
The toddler in the pink on the left holds a sign while napping. See pictures below.  March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
This looks like two families in the March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C.with a napping toddler in pink/Photo by Patricia Leslie
 While bent over in sleep the toddler in pink (left) never lets go of the sign in March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
The toddler has risen indeed!  March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
   March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
 
March For Our Lives on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie
Near the White House a restaurant offered special pricing for participants in March For Our Lives, Washington, D.C./Photo by Patricia Leslie


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Monday, March 19, 2018

Best Comedy, Best Satire! 'The Death of Stalin'

Maybe Oscar will add "comedic satire" as a category since, for fans of Russian history, The Death of Stalin is a scream. I choked on my popcorn more than once. I loved it all.

How is it possible to laugh about a murderer who killed between three million and 60 million of his own people? (The most quoted figure is 20 million.) The movie is about his death. The Russian people sobbed when they learned he was dead! Stalin!
 
Well, is he or isn't he? Only a "good" doctor knows for sure, but since Stalin had them all snuffed out (to combat a conspiracy) none were left to treat the dictator save the "bad" ones. From The Death of Stalin/Photo by Madman
Recognizing Steve Buscemi (who plays a slim then Khrushchev in Death) from Fargo 22 years ago made my heart leap, anticipating I would laugh even more. I did.


Soviet leaders follow Stalin's coffin. Photo by Baltermants and Gostev - Published Ogoniok issue 11 (1344) dated Mar 13 1953., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org. On the far right is Nikita Khrushchev and third from right is (I think) Lavrentiy Beria, Stalin's top secret police chief and a major role in the film, acted by Simon Russell Beale.

Just a wee bit of knowledge about the assassin's life and rule in Russia is enough to set you on track to enjoy a good time with Russian leaders while they scramble to beat up their comrades and stab each other in the backs on their marches to replace Joseph Stalin (1878-1953) after he died. (Russia's official "rules" of succession and directions for a state funeral are often screened in the film to keep viewers abreast about the order of things.)

Writer/director Armando Iannucci (the Scottish creator of the HBO series, Veep) promises half the film is true, which includes but is not limited to, the opening concert scene, the deaths of hundreds of Russians (the film says 1,500) crushed by the mobs coming to pay last respects, the tomato in the pocket, Stalin's irrational son, Vasily, the suicide of Stalin's wife, his death (after his stroke, he lay for hours in a pool of his own urine because no one had the courage to approach him), and his affinity for late night movies.

Whatever truth there is, it's a hoot and a riot with terrific music by Chris Willis to match the mood (compositions by Mozart, Chopin, and Tchaikovsky). All throughout I kept wondering where the movie was filmed (does Russia allow movie locations?) which, based on the credits, I presume was shot in London and Belgium. This story confirms London and some "secret screens" in Moscow. (ŠŗŠ°Šŗ ŠøŠ½Ń‚ŠµŃ€ŠµŃŠ½Š¾.)

That the writers have brilliantly utilized facts and exaggerated them with slap stick, happening "behind the scenes" (tragic, in many cases) is testament to their originality, creativeness, and insight into what makes a great laugh out loud movie.


The Russian have banned the film, but with the election over and the victor declared (!), perhaps the government will relent and permit this one to screen so the people can scream (but would they consider it sacrilege?).

I liked Death of Stalin before I bought the popcorn. Before I ever entered the movie house, I liked it and knew I was in for a good laugh, something we don't get enough of these days. Said Director Iannucci in an interview in The Atlantic after some suggested a similarity between Trump and Stalin:
 

"Stalin called anyone who disagreed with him an enemy of the people. Trump calls them unpatriotic and false. With people like Berlusconi and indeed Putin, and Erdoğan in Turkey—these “strongmen,” as it were—it feels a little bit like the 1930s again.

"Trump’s instinct is to call for jailing of opponents. If Saturday Night Live does an impression of him, he starts calling for NBC’s license to be looked into. For someone who is head of a party that’s all about government backing off, he’s very much for telling people what to think, what to watch, who shouldn’t be speaking out—he’s very authoritarian. The rule of law is his law."

P.S. The F bomb drops about every 30 seconds.


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Saturday, March 17, 2018

Tamayo show closes Sunday at SAAM

 Rufino Tamayo, Pretty Girl, 1937, Private Collection.

The label copy says Pretty Girl was inspired by a photograph of Rufino Tamayo's wife, Olga, with her sister when they were children.  It made a big hit with a critic when it hung in a "blockbuster exhibition" in New York at a time when Tamayo's Mexican colleagues weren't drawing pretty pictures but incorporating issues of the day in their art.
 Rufino Tamayo, Carnival, 1936, Smithsonian American Art Museum

Tamayo drew more than one rendering of Luna Park at Coney Island which the label copy identifies as "a favorite haunt of many New York artists who wanted to capture modern urban life."
 Rufino Tamayo, Factory Workers' Movement, 1935, Collection of Brian and Florence Mahony

The label copy for Factory Workers' Movement says that although Tamayo rejected the injection of politics in art, European fascism and the growth of the violent anti-labor movement in Mexico made him sensitive to workers' needs and their goals. Here he drew them rallying outside a factory, urged on by a man in the distance who calls for action.
 Rufino Tamayo, Lion and Horse, 1942, Mildred Layne Kemper Art Museum, St. Louis, MO

Arts thrive in Mexico which produces not only movie winners but distinctive artists, too, like abstractionist Rufino Tamayo (1899-1991) whose time spent in New York was the subject of an exhibition which ended Sunday at the Smithsonian American Art Museum.   

From the late 1920s until 1949, Tamayo lived off and on in New York, a period some consider to represent his greatest artistry output. 
 Rufino Tamayo, New York Seen from the Terrace, 1937, FEMSA Collection, photo by Roberto Ortiz

After Tamayo moved to the Big Apple in 1926, it didn't take him long to establish a following since several galleries hosted shows which heightened his reputation and led to a warm welcome when he returned to Mexico three years later, a contrast to his sendoff, caused by politics and his being called a "traitor." 

He did not support the violent changes erupting in Mexico, unlike  contemporaries such as Diego Rivera. Tamayo believed a more traditional approach to change was the right direction and that politics and art did not mix.
Rufino Tamayo, Women Reaching for the Moon, 1946, Private Collection, Courtesy of Christie's

Hoping to find more tolerance for his conservative views, he moved to New York where he was influenced by Pablo Picasso and was introduced to fauvism, cubism, and impressionism.  These styles were apparent in the Smithsonian show which, it said, was "the first exhibition to explore the influences between this major Mexican modernist and the American art world." The show of 41 pieces traced his development from urban scenes to dreamy landscapes.

After New York, Tamayo and his wife moved to Paris and lived there for ten years before returning to Mexico in 1959 where they opened a museum in Oaxaca.


Tamayo was proud of his Mexican heritage and displayed it, sensitive to perceived contempt on art not made by those of European descent.

He finished his last painting, Moon and Sun, when he was 90, the year before he died in Mexico City.  

What: Tamayo:  The New York Years

When: Closes Sunday, March 18, 2018. The museum is open from 11:30 a.m.- 7 p.m. every day.

Where: Smithsonian American Art Museum, 8th and F streets, N. W., Washington, D.C. 20004

How much: Admission is free

For more information: 202-633-1000 or visit the website.

Metro station: Gallery Place-Chinatown or walk 10 minutes from Metro Center

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Thursday, March 15, 2018

Herndon's 'Godspell' is next stop for theater fans


Alan Naylor (center) is Jesus in Godspell at NextStop Theatre/Photo by Lock & Company


Godspell is so good that on his show last Thursday night, Stephen Colbert carried around a Barbie doll who was wearing a Godspell t-shirt 

Talk about great press!  

The performance in Herndon at the NextStop Theatre Company is like watching a party of Jesus freak college kids dance and sing non-stop while they present his parables in high kickin' fashion.

The cast's chemistry and enthusiasm can't help but infuse audience members with a good dose of the power of the message and reminders to "let the one of you who is faultless cast the first stone" and "no man can serve two masters—God and money," and the most important:

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind
and
Love your neighbor as yourself.

You don't have to be Christian. 

It all started in 1970 with a master's thesis by John-Michael Tebelak at Carnegie Mellon University who wrote the script, and Stephen Schwartz, another Carnegie Mellon alumnus, who was hired by producers the next year to compose music and lyrics when the show moved to off-Broadway.

Mr. Schwartz based many of the songs on selections from the Episcopal Hymnal, like "Save the People," "Bless the Lord," "All Good Gifts," "Turn Back, O Man," "We Beseech Thee," and the most popular, "Day by Day."  

Most of the parables are from the Gospel of Matthew.

Alan Naylor is "Jesus," and he authentically looks the part  and has no trouble convincing anyone on stage or in the audience that he's the man to follow. 

The production opens on the interior of a modern day, used furniture, locally owned coffee bar (you've been there), this one aptly named the "Holy Grounds CafĆ©," found in Everywhere, USA, and occupied by solo guests attached to their devices, all heads down, please.

(On the backdrops projectionist Sean Cox casts their words  to insure their non-privacy.)

Jack Golden has created a single effective set whose actors deftly move furniture pieces to side shows, their actions almost undetected until the lights (by Brittany Shemuga) shine on the next artists who let loose in melody.

With plenty to fill eyes and ears, the audience is never left yearning for more.

That the director, Lorraine Magee, is also the choreographer demands considerable acclaim since constant dancing and action pack the production, quite a role.

Jennifer Lambert is a member of the ensemble in Godspell at NextStop Theatre/Photo by Lock & Company


The delightful ensemble is essentially nameless but Jennifer Lambert as the sexy "come here, Sugar Boy" tease is memorable, and the baseball player (A.J. Whittenberger) wearing a Washington Senators uniform (he said at the play's end) makes him easy to pick out. 

Costumer Maria V. Bissex fits everyone in varied and typical millennial styles.

Willing audience participation is invited to play "Charades." 

Elisa Rosman on keys directs the hidden six-piece orchestra who add depth and enjoyment although the musicians occasionally eclipse some of the soloists.

Everyone has a good time, and the show's infectiousness quickly transmits to the audience who gradually realize that despite the mostly merry mood prevailing, the Last Supper and the crucifixion loom.
The scene in Godspell reminded me of Salvador Dali's The Sacrament of the Last Supper, 1955, on view in the West Building at the National Gallery of Art

At the closing a member of the audience was overheard to say: "This is great timing for Easter" which is the last day for the show (April 1).

Stadium seating means there is not a blocked view in the house.

The ensemble includes Angeleaza Anderson, Philip da Costa, Javier del Pilar, Tess Higgins, Bobby Libby, Jolene Vettese, and Chani Wereley.

Other creative team members are Neil McFadden, sound; Rebecca Talisman, stage manager; and Colleen O'Brien, assistant stage manager and properties.

What: Godspell


When: Thursday through Saturday nights at 8 p.m., Sundays, 7 p.m., and weekend matinees at 2 p.m., through Easter, April 1, 2018.

Where: NextStop Theatre Company, 269 Sunset Park Drive, Herndon, VA 20170 in the back right corner of Sunset Business Park, near the intersection of Spring Street/Sunset Hills Road. Right off the Fairfax County Parkway. A wee big hard to find on a first visit, so allow an extra 15 minutes. 
The program notes that GPS map systems often give incorrect driving directions once inside the Sunset Business Park. From the "Taste of the World" restaurant, circle counter-clockwise around the building and look for maroon awning.

Free parking: Available near the door.

Admission:
Tickets start at $35 with dynamic pricing which fluctuates with demand. Groups of eight or more get a 20% discount, and student rush seats, if available, sell for $5.  See FAQ or call 866-811-4111 to purchase, however, online ordering is recommended.

Duration: Under two hours with one intermission.

Rating: G without any adult language although the crucifixion ending may be too intense for young guests .

For more information:
703-481-5930 or info@nextstoptheatre.org

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