Saturday, September 5, 2015

A Delicate Ship is enriched by lyrical similes

 Anna Ziegler's  sad, lovely little play A Delicate Ship  is  essentially a love  triangle.  It  begins as a quite evening between  Sarah  and her still new boyfriend Sam and turns into a  contest for her affections  with the arrival  of  childhood best friend Nate.  The play is s enriched by  smart and often lyrical  dialogue,  especially by  the play's catalyst character,  Nate --   as in this  plea for  her to  live with him from which the play takes its title:

 Not if you let yourself. . .not if we were . . .You would never let me down. You couldn't  We'd get through it all together;  we'd traverse the endless series of days like explorers in a ship made of time itself, its delicate sails moving easily through the churning water.

The volatile  Nate    describes his   constant  unhappiness and discontent  with another lyrical simile:

I  cant accept that my life disappears behind me like a retreating wave, never to be seen again.
To  read   my review see:

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Jim Parson's similistic view of prayer in a An Acto of God

 The new Broadway season s  launched  by Jim Parson as God's stand-in  in David Javerbaum's  adaptation of  his  riff  on  a memoir written by the almighty.  The spiffily staged but slight comedy  is  loaded with  zingers,  some funnier than others.   I, of course why amused by  the way y   Parson's  viewed  prayer:

From my point of view, prayer is
like an emergency services switchboard manned by
one operator who gets 12 million calls a minute.
 Here's a  link to the full  review at

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Metaphorically speaking a#Outer Critics Awards i

 This is the season for  a tsunami  of awards  ceremonies.  The most relaxed and most fun one is  the Outer Cirtics Circle awards dinner at  the legendary Sardi's  restaurant.   With  only winners invited and each table a mix  of  OCC Members,   honorees  and their guests,  the event is small and intimate and  mercifully short. 

  The speeches too are brief  but  always fun.   As an  incorrigible   tropes spotter,  my  favorite this year was  the  descripton  of   the roles  in the award winning revival of  You Can't Take It With You:

"Eccentric characters practically crawl out of the woodwork at the family home in #You Can’t Take It With You, and a couple of them crawled into award contention for the first time–in this category. One was a tipsy actress who determinedly climbs the staircase as if it were Everest. The other—our honoree, #Annaleigh Ashford --  was a wannabe ballerina who kept the play in a constant state of bad poetry-in-motion, never walking across the room when she can bound across it like a demented ostrich.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

This Encores! revival made mefeel "light as a bumblebee"

 The wonderful Encores!   concert series   did  a wonderful   production  of   a Lerner and Loewe  musical   with  a  wonderful score but    troublesome book that probably accounts for it's neglect since 1951.  While the lyrics aren't   on a par with Oscar Hammerstein or Stephen Sondheim   we did catch a  few  very apt  similes.

  The one below  by   the top name  beneath the title, Keith Carradine,  served  as  a nice  lead-in quote:
 I sure wish your mother was here. She'd know what to do. She was a real lady. She could read and she could write, just like you will someday. And she talked softer than a leaf hittin' water.

Here are a few other catchy ones. . .
 You’re as useless as a milk-can in a bullpen --

I’m feeling higher than a lark can sing
Oh what a day!/ I'm feeling flighty as a bumblebee!

 Here's a link  to my review of the show  curtainup/encorespaintyourwagon.html

Monday, March 16, 2015

Life is like a train!
A roaring rushing train!
You get on at the beginning,

You get off at the end.
The train inspiring  this similistic ditty is, of course,  the once   fabulous  20th Century    with its  redcaps, plush compartments and other amenities.  In  the new  revival of  the musical  screwball comedy , On the Twentieth Century,    the four tap-dancing  porters  (no wheelies needed back in  1932)  who  introduce the 2nd act with that ditty stop the  exuberant show.

For  more about the show, here's a link to  my revie

Friday, January 30, 2015

Similes from A Month of the Country now at Classic Stage

New York's  Classic Stage Company, an off-Broadway Company that  attracts   actors with bog office magnetizing names  is currently  presenting a  fine revival of Ivan Turgenev's    A Month in the  Country.

 Typical  of these long-ago  Russian plays,   there are plenty of  interesting  secondary characters with their  own subplots-- in this case romantic interests.   The most amusing of these is between the play's  country doctor  and  a  spinster,   which   lacks the sizzling passion of  the Country Estate's  beautiful  doyenne.   To wit  a hilarious   no-nonsense proposal which  nevertheless insures that the Good  Doctor  has a   fully  functioning libido  as indicated  by his assurance  that    her "somewhat old-maidish" ways will be no problems  since  "in the hands of a good husband, a woman is like soft wax." <br><br>

I  also liked this  this extend   simile in which the    beautiful, Natalya  tells  her  best  brainy friend  bored  chatelaine of a Russian estate who falls madly in love with her child's tutor.  She also has a flirtatious friendship with a  friend Ratikin   whose way with words   she  enjoys  but that don't move  her:

 "You’re clever, but... your words are like lace – intricate and beautifully constructed. But you know how they make it? Lace? In airless rooms without windows, hunched over their work fourteen hours a day. Lace is lovely, but give me a drink of fresh water on a hot day any time."

Here's a link  to my review of the production

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Colorful speech comes natural to the Irish--

 New York's invaluable Irish Rep Theater  is currently  reviving Hugh Leaonard's  D a--   the title character being the father   from whom his son Charlie  would like to distance himself.  But this being an Irish play,  the  old guy refuses to stay put   even after he's  dead --  or as   Charlie puts it
"he keeps coming back  like  a  yo-yo."

This being a memory play  we also  see Charlie being interviewed for his first job  by the dour Mr.  Drumm  who    knows  the boy is too smart for it  and  advises him not to  take it with this pungent simile    "jobs are like lobster pots, harder to get out of than into. . ."  And sure enough,  it takes thirteen years for Charlie to  get out of that figurative lobster pot.

Once he  is in London and a successful playwright  he wants his aging Da  to   come live with him and greets the old man's refusal with  "you'd rather stay here  instead like a maggot in a cabbage and die of neglect."

Here's a link to Curtainup's   review  of  the production