A SATISFYING ‘GREASE’ ENCOUNTER

“Grease is the word, is the word that you heard
“It’s got a groove, it’s got a meaning
“Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
“Now, grease is the way we are feeling.”

— From the title tune of “Grease,” the musical

Your first encounter of the show “Grease,” now at Diamond Head Theatre, is an oversized cut-out of a red car frame hanging over the proscenium of the venue, created by set designer Deanne Kennedy.

It is formidable, dominating, and reflecting a precise groove, of the time (circa 1959), the place (Rydell High School), the emotion (nostalgic teen-age angst) of an indefatigable serving of pop culture.

The show’s two centerpiece figures, Danny Zucko (played by Cameron Scot) and Sandy Dumbrowski (portrayed by Sophia Ysrael), initially lack chemistry and spark, like two lost souls from different sides of the railroad tracks. Summer’s over, and they’re back in school, with uncertainties of direction.

They are eventually united in song, dance and romance, in a powerful story tenderly directed by Michael Ng, in collaboration with the agile and imaginative choreography by Dwayne Sakaguchi. They both connect the dots in this familiar journey.

Such teamwork throughout the creative ranks eventually makes “Grease” a well-oiled wonderment, though the ghosts of John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John unintentionally linger from a hit film that obstructs the Danny/Sandy relationship.in the stage version. It’s not till Sandy, like the Newton-John’s late-in-the-show remake in a body-clinging leather outfit, that she starts percolating.

Sophia Ysrael is Sandy Dumbrowski in “Grease.” Photo by Brandon Miyagi.

Homecomings can be a snoozer, after all. The point is, unless you’re hip to the relatability of being greased, your presence has ceased.

Two things help bring the magic of “Grease” to life:

— The rich well of rock/pop classics. Happily, DHT has invested in paying extra royalties fees, to enable the cast to sing tracks from the movie, like “Grease,” “Hopelessly Devoted to You,” “Sandy” and “You’re the One That I Want.” These titles are solid gold, so the inclusion is a triumph for the audience.

The ensemble offers rigorous dancing in the show’s megamixes. Photo by Brandon Miyagi.

— The use of group vocals and dances by the company of troupers, in moments that  might be termed “megamixes” of specific tunes, is part of the process toward satisfaction.. The title song “Grease,” is the essence of time and place and even pace, but melodies like,“Shakin’ at the High School Hop,” “Born to Hand Jive,” and the finale version of “You’re the One That I Want” are hallmark. Karaoke meets disco, resulting in rousing vocals and choreographic explosions.

Secondary characters steal some of the thunder in the show. For instance, Jody Bill as Betty Rizzo, has a leading lady moment, on “Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee;” Jantzen Shinmoto as Kenickie puts sizzle into “Greased Lightning;” Kiakahi Kekoa as Roger and Lainey Hicks as Jan shine on “Mooning;”  Gabriel Ryan-Kern as Johnny  makes “Born to Hand Jive” come alive; and Jeff Andrews as Teen Angel and Parker Kilkenny as Frenchy team up wonderfully on “Beauty School Dropout.”

The hand jive number is one of the megamixes of songs. — Photo by Brandon Miyagi.

A production of this magnitude – with a cast of nearly 30 — requires a vigorous and versatile ensemble: Kirra Baughn, Drew Bright, Victoria Chang, Paul Garcia, Justin Garde, Sammy Houghtailing, Caris Leong, Shane Nishimura, Maggie Ryan, Gabriel Ryan-Kern, Emi Sampson, and Jasmine Weldon provide dependable and exquisite support.

Designer Kennedy’s bag of set tricks work well; besides the car motif at the proscenium, she constructs smaller pieces (like sofa chairs, easier to move) and aerial groupings of signs and ribbons  (not a task to fly up and down,  and quiet) and scaled-down towers for Rydell High signage (moveable with barely a squeak). Oh, a smart move, too, to position a six-piece orchestra in an elevated stage; nice to see and applaud maestro Darcie Yoshinaga and her seven-piece ork here instead of the invisible pit.

Not certain who gets credit for creating Kenickie’s red car, seemingly a full-sized sedan; is it Kennedy’s vision, or part of the wizardry of Kyle Conner’s props design?

Chris Gouveia’s light design and La Tanya Siliao’s sound design are right on target.

Other background heroes include Emily Lane (costumes) and Aiko Schick (hair and make-up), whose tasks involve scores of color-coordinated gears for men and women, with seemingly unending costume changes, and beaucoup wig creations for the myriad of required looks.

It all adds up to a satisfying funfest…

And that’s Show Biz…

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“Grease”

What: A musical about homecoming teens at Rydell High School, with book and music by Jim Jacobs  and Warren Case, with a title tune by Barry Gibb

Where: Diamond Head Theatre

When: Performances at 7:30 p.m. Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays;  also, at 3 p.m. Saturdays and 4 p.m. Sundays,  through April 20.

Tickets: $41 to $68, at www.diamondheadtheatre.com or (808) 733-0274

A SPIRITED BROTHER NOLAND RETURN

Brother Noland staged a spirited, luminous performance last night (March 6) — his first-ever concert at Blue Note Hawaii at the Outrigger Waikiki resort and a relaunch of his brand,

Noland, 68,  has been  somewhat nomadic in recent decades, mostly invisible to his fans; but he’s been a responsible, quiet,  viable and vigorous musician, storyteller and guitarist on the Hawaii scene. In the 1980s, he was deemed to be the Father of Jawaiian Music, with a rhythmic “Coconut Girl” signature hit.

Noland’s back!

So the unveiling of the Noland now  was awesome, nostalgic and a fascinating catch-up of his musical and cultural intersections he’s crossed over time. He fronted an incredibly powerful ensemble of eight, dubbed the Island Incredibles, sharing a few old tunes, a batch of new ones, and atmospheric acoustic revivals of pure Hawaiian mele, updating his profile of the 1980s or thereabouts, when Noland was a budding and prolific trendsetter.

… and in action

If you hadn’t seen Noland in eons, you might not have anticipated his snow white hair, his dark glasses motif, and his (and his band’s) flurry of colorful Jam’s World-print garb.

The revelation of “Las Vegas,”  an unexpected potion of pop tones, was his blast of cultural expression in the music bin, a goofy and giggly exploration of the exodus of beaucoup Hawaii folks relocating to the Ninth Island because of cost of living is way too expensive here.  Since families and clans of friends make frequent jaunts to Las Vegas and staying at California Hotel or Fremont, where they hope and pray to score a major jackpot on the slots, the tune has purpose. Finally, there is an anthem for the mad movement to a new ZIP code.

Noland’s voice is not the best in the industry, but he is skillful in channeling his tones to deliver any kind of music. His vintage Hawaiiana was as charming as they come, with a throaty voice articulating the spirit of the era, on “Ka Ipo Lei Manu,” a Queen Kapiolani mele written for her husband, King David Kalakaua, who had traveled to the mainland where he died. The lamentation is quite evident, in Noland’s moody delivery.

Brother Noland: Crisscrossing in multiple song styles.

In his Hawaiian sector, Noland also shared a “place song,” or “mele pana,” entitled “Mauna Kea,”  the mountain on the Big Island where he resides part of the year. The tune showcases the beauty and vista of the region, and living in the elevated heights means he enjoys the serenity and isolation of being “close to God.”

Thus, his musicianship reflects these life choices, crisscrossing in multiple song styles and residency experiences, like toiling in the Outback of Australia, represented in a tune he wrote called “Walkabout.”

He truly is a keiki o ka ‘aina, or child of the land, born in the Palama region, and perhaps that’s why he favors uncommon passions like authoring books via his Ho‘ea Initiative, experiencing and embracing the tropical jungles, sharks, and wilderness survival. This positioning has produced some revealing postures in his music, too, advocating the appreciation of life and culture. on “Are You Native,” “Harbor Town,” and “Signs.”

With this gig, recurring one more time tonight (March 7), Brother Noland (last name, Conjugacion), showcases a loud, proud band of buddies, featuring some of the town’s best instrumentalists and voices, pictured here, from left to right: Tavana on guitar, Gaylord Holomalia on keyboards, David Garibaldi on drums, Kata Maduli on bass, Michael Ruff on keyboards, Fred Schreuders on guitars, and Lila Chris and Olivia Ruff on vocals.

Noland also strums rock guitar and ki hoalu (slack key) and because he allows numerous solo riffs from all musicians on many numbers, the opening performance was an extended show running nearly two hours, cancelling the originally planned second show. That format will continue for tonight’s (March 7) gig – one lone show at 6:30 p.m.

Rumors surfaced that there would be another two-night stand at Blue Note next week, but that’s not true. Instead, Noland’s team is contemplating Neighbor Island concerts on Maui and the Big Island next week…

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Brother Noland and the Island Incredibles

Who: Brother Noland  and the Island Incredibles, first time in Waikiki in eons

Where: Blue Note Hawaii at the Outrigger Waikiki resort 

When:  Opened last night (March 6); final show at 6:30 p.m. today (March 7); doors open at 5 p.m. for beverage and food service

Tickets: $35 and $45, available at www.bluenotehawaii.com and (808) 777-4890. …

UH’S ‘RENT’ SEASONED WITH LOVE

“Rent,” Jonathan Larson’s autobiographical rock opera inspired by Puccini’s “La Boheme,” is a perfect vehicle for collegian actors at the University of Hawaii.

With ease and affection, the two-dozen youthful singers and actors  comprise a company that has embraced the riches of the Larson score and style, while connecting with an enthusiastic and receptive viewership, if the sellout opening-night crowd last Friday night (Feb.  28) was an indication.  

The charmed audience unleashed hoots and howls and hearty applause following favored tunes in the show. The joy culminated in a spontaneous standing ovation at the finale. If “Rent” at its best is all about the seasons of love, the adoration was mutual with the crowd.

“Feel the love,” the company sings late in the show. “Feel the love.”

And the folks did. But such appreciation raises a valid question: why has the Department of Theatre and Dance been neglectful so long, in staging contemporary musical comedy? For decades, Kennedy Theatre was the  fountain to quench the  thirst  for cultural Japanese kabuki and bunraku puppetry,  Peking opera productions periodic Shakespearean classics, plus a Great Plays cycle of notable drama.

Such programming is worthy,  of course, when aligned to the academic theater cherished in Manoa, because of the  plethora of pioneering directorial treasures in yesteryear’s faculty. Think Earle Ernst and James Brandon, for Asian/kabuki, Elizabeth Wichmann-Waltczak for Peking/Beijing opera, and Terence Knapp for Shakespeare.

Enter, “Rent,” repeating this weekend, but held over with one more show tomorrow night (7:30 p.m. Thursday March 6) and playing  three sold outs Friday (March 7) through Sunday (March 9).

Josh “Baba” Mamoani’ala Tavares

Credit director Joshua “Baba” Kamoani‘ala Tavares, now a UH professor who portrayed the Angel character in a touring company of the Larson show, that happened to pause in Honolulu.

It’s Kismet. Not certain who steered “Rent”  to Tavares, but happily, he lured a splendid crew of singing actors, nurturing the production with his insider experience. At last, a modern show with contemporary themes, songs, lifestyle choices and challenges…clearly packaging an explosive sense of wow in the delivery.

There’s no immediate  assurance of a future star in the making here, but “Rent” produced notables. Adam Pascal, Anthony Rapp and Idina Menzel were in the original Broadway company, and they frequently pop up in theatrical roles now. That’s the cycle of life in theatre.

Ikaika Mendez is Roger Davis, Jack Romans is Mark Cohen are best buddies.

Numerous leads stand out in “Rent,” amid constant camaraderie and connections and you possibly need a cheat-sheet to figure out the clusters. Casey Kekoa Lauti, as Angel Dumott Schunard, the gay cutie in a red Christmas outfit, has caught the eye of Keanu Roe, as Tom Collins, an academic figure;  Jack Romans, as Mark Cohen, is a film-making buff never without a camera, and he’s Roger Davis’  best friend, played by Ikaika Mendez, who also is an ex-junkie,  who falls in love with Ainsley Shearer as Maureen Johnson, who’s moved on to Daniella Addeo-Cortes as Joanne Jefferson; and  Ka‘enaaloha Watson, as Mimi Marquez, is a strip club worker who has AIDS, and is the former girlfriend of Dean So‘oalo, played by  “Benny” Coffin III, who’s not interested to commit.

Casey Kokoa Lauti is the Christmas cutie Angel.

Whew! Lots of motion and commotion abound, and you almost need a love chart to remember who’s who free available, who’s in a relationship, who’s battling AIDS, who’s got a job, who’s making music and movies.

The common ground here is a drab but serviceable two-floor warehouse space owned by the aforementioned “Benny,” whose luckless and broke tenants owe him back payment for rent. Hence, the show’s “Rent” title tune, with the battle cry, “We’re never gonna pay!”

Antonio Hernandez’s set design is a bit spartan, though serviceable, but lacks graffiti or signage that might “place” the East Village location in New York’s Lower Manhattan, where these bohemian artists convene, circa 1980s and ’90s. Caitlin Chavis’ costumes fit the era, and ditto the hair and makeup of Kevin Murata. Sound and audio by Timothy Mahamat  works for the gritty tunes to  heighten the ensemble moments. Aubrey Lee Staley’s choreography is minimal and natural, notable for the engaging group numbers like “Seasons of Love.” Kelli Finnegan’s lighting design is a skosh too dark but suits the bleak the N.Y. zone. Taisamasama Kaiminaauao-Eteuati’s music direction is expansive work, since there are live vocals and instruments on stage and unseen supplemental melodics off stage.

The “Rent”ensemble is brimming with love. Photos by Christine Lamborn.

While Larson’s score doesn’t provide songs you hum as you exit, except  for the  emotional and harmonic “Seasons of Love” — the show’s key anthem, performed at the opening of Act 2 (and twice more later) — was a moment to savor, with the cast forming a chorus line that felt like that singular sensation moment depicted in another classic Broadway favorite.

Advisory: the show has mature themes, dealing with sexual abuse and sexuality, plus strong language, so parental guidance is suggested.

“RENT”

A musical by Jonathan Larson, playwright, composer, and lyricist

What: An autobiographical rock-opera, based on the Puccini opera, “La Boheme,” which explores life and challenges of bohemian youths, in New York City at the height of the AIDS crisis

When:  By popular demand, a performance has been added at 7:30 p.m. tomorrow (March 6). Remaining shows (all sold out) are at 7:30 p.m. Friday (March 7), at 7:30 p.m. Saturday (March 8) and at 2 p.m. Sunday (March 9); pre-show chat at 6:45 p.m. prior to Saturday’ shows

Tickets: $25, adults; $22, UH faculty and staff, military and seniors; $10, other discount groups; $15, non-UH Manoa students, youths; $8, UHM

Reservations: http://manoa.hawaii.edu/liveonstage/rent


Broadway grosses, for week ending March 3

“Othello,” a new Shakespearen tragedy starring Denzel Washington and Jake Gyllenhaal, zoomed up to the No. 1 slot in the weekly grosses ending March 3, denying “Wicked” the throne it’s held for weeks.

The production still is in previews, formally opening March 23, in a limited 15-week run only.

Washington plays the title character, the Moor of Venice, and Jake Gyllenhaal is Iago. With average tickets priced at  $361 at the smallish Barrymore Theatre that seats1, 041 — compared to the $153.72 average for “Wicked,” at the larger Gershwin Theatre venue —  the grosses will be astronomical. Add high voltage of star power, a key factor attracting audiences.

In the juggling, “Hamilton” also bypassed “The Lion King”  in the step ladder of success.

1—”Othello,” $2.637 million

2—”Wicked,” $2.368 million

3—”Hamilton,” $1.554 million

4—“The Lion King,” $1,527 million

5—“The Outsiders,” $1.283 million

6—”Gypsy,” $1.246 million

7—”Aladdin,” $1.073 million

8—”MJ The Musical,” $1,056 mullion.

9—”Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club,” $1.038

10—“Sunset Blvd.,” $1.001 million

The complete list, courtesy the Broadway League:

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CALLAS SAGA MASTERFUL, CLASSY


Diamond Head Theatre’s “Master Class” — a Terrence McNally comedy-drama about real-life diva Maria Callas instructing operatic singers on the how’s and why’s of delivering an aria — is both masterful and classy.

Though it features music, it is not a musical. Though it is occasionally hilarious, it is not a comedy per se.  What it is, is a drama reimagining and reenacting Callas, the famed and often feared opera legend, as she conducts classes for two wanna-be opera sopranos and one tenor. It’s instructive, illuminating and inspirational.

Director Bryce Chaddick stages the one-set show in front of  a luxurious curved, 11-panel spectacle of warm wood (a splendid creation by set designer Randy Tandal), with lighting designed by Dawn Oshima (right and bright).  Midway through the production, the stage becomes La Scala, thanks to a vintage projection of the tiered seating. It’s a stunning high point of staging magic produced by a team of theatrical artists.

The acting is wonderful, too. Amy K. Sullivan is superb as Callas; she delivers her lines as monologues that reel off like conversations. You can envision the diva in action: chatty, charming and challenging her students to strive, drive and arrive at her level of expectation. She roars like a lion, often demeaning but not vicious. She has plenty of thoughts, one of the memorable being her stern advice: “You don’t have a look. You look very nice, I’m sure you are. You look very clean, very comme il faut (proper in etiquette and behavior) but you don’t have a look. Get one, as quickly as possible.

Amy K. Sullivan, in pantsuit, is Maria Callas, and Anna Young is the overdressed Sharon Graham, in “Master Class.” David Young, at the grand piano, is Manny Weinstock. Photo Brandon Miyagi, courtesy DHT.

Her look is alternately proper and demanding, soldiering through the sessions seeking hope and brilliance from her students, finding just a skosh of the kind of talent she once was. Ya don’t find pearls in all the oysters you seek.

Georgine Stark is Sophie de Palma, the first soprano;  she is fearful, gritty, but inexperienced, so eager to learn.

Anna Young is Sharon Graham, the second soprano; she is ambitious, somewhat thick-skinned, and overdressed in a gown that reflects obvious innocence. Callas promptly tells her, “Don’t wear anything like that before midnight at the earliest, and certainly not to class.”

Kasey Nahlovksy is Anthony “Tony” Candolini, the tenor; he has an obvious ego, occasionally begging for Callas’ thunderous responses, but he nonetheless delivers a solid voice.

David Young is Emmanuel “Manny” Weinstock, the accompanist who has worked with Callas before, endures the sass from Callas; and the aforementioned Tandal is the stagehand, who is commanded to bring Callas water, footstool and a cushion, fetching stuff like a trained pet.

Sullivan as Callas, gestures toYoung, as Sharon. Brandon Miyagi photo.

What to look for:

  • Callas’ inherent pride of conquest with her students, but with a veneer of vulnerability. She is somewhat a monstrous leading lady, now reduced to instructional icon, but she retains her glorious past. In one instance, he remembers, fittingly, that she was at the top of her form, thanks to her vocal cords. “That’s who I am; this voice,” she bellows, and yup, her voice defined her fame.
  • Her propriety and her ways of the past: in her initial appearance in the audition hall at Juilliard, she “shushes” the spectators – the live audience in the theater, and thus the audience witnessing her theatrics – to halt applause and hoots of her past fame.
  • That jewel of a stage design – simply perfection – is the basic background for the diva and her students. A circular magnifying glass adorns one sector of the stage; two curtains drop, separating on-stage action, and are part of the savvy, clean, and effective staging.

What to listen for:

  • The arias featured in the instructional moments: Sophie’s number is “Oh! Se Una Volta Sola…Ah! Non Credea Mirarti,” from Bellini’s “La Sonnambula;”  Sharon’s selection is “Nel Di Della Vittoria…Vieni! T’Affretta!” from Verdi’s “MacBeth;” and Tony’s tune is “Recondita Armonia,” from Puccini’s “Tosca.”
  • Though Calla’s voice is dormant as the resident master, her recorded voice onstage is heard in that splendid moment where she recalls she’s delivering an aria in the projected concert hall as she mimics The Moment. The applause is warranted.

What/who to cheer:

  • Other triumphs among the technical crew – costume design by Kanani Sato (bravo, for Callas’ pants-and-top garb, accented by a lengthy scarf); sound design by Mike Minor (clear, and on point), props design by Kyle Conner (stark, simple, comprising a desk and a chair), hair and make-up design by Mia Yoshimoto (suitable for the era of the ‘70s, but looks like now).
  • The one-man “orchestra:” Young, the aforementioned pianist, who provides class-worthy accompaniment and supportive opening comments about Callas’ conduct and expectations.

Further notations:

  • I saw the original “Master Class,” staged at the Golden Theatre in 1995, and the play won 1996 Tony Awards, including Zoe Caldwell ( Best Actress in a play, for her portrayal of Maria Callas) and  Audra McDonald (Best Featured Actress, enacting  Sharon) and McNally scored the Best Play trophy.
  • The plot is said to include antics of other divas of the period (Leontyne Price, Renata Scotto, and even possibly Joan Sutherland) and also features segments mentioning Aristotle Onassis, with whom Callas actually had an affair, but he moved on to Jackie Kennedy.

Curiously, “Master Class” goes down in history as a portrait of an operatic diva, whose luminous life and times included master-classing,  who chats about singing, focuses on the art of singing, but doesn’t perform  a single live note herself in this vehicle…

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‘Master Class’

What: A play by Terrence McNally, about Maria Callas and the master classes she headed, staged by Diamond Head Theatre

Showtimes: At 7:30 p.m. Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays, 4 p.m. Sundays and 3 p.m. Saturdays, through Feb. 9

Tickets: $41 through $68, at www.diamondheadtheatre.com and (808) 733-0274

Running time: 2 hours, 35 minutes, with intermission

PIONEERING ” ‘AUANA”: FUTURE OF WAIKIKI

If you build it, they will come…

So goes the adage, but I have seen the future of Waikiki entertainment, and it’s Cirque du Soleil’s awesome and enchanting wizardry, entitled “‘Auana,” Hawaiian for “to wander, to drift from place to place.”

It’s a spectacle of visual and musical riches, which formally opens tonight (Dec. 18) at the Outrigger Theatre at the Outrigger Waikiki Beachcomber Hotel. I saw it Sunday (Dec.15) in one of the final preview stagings.

“‘Auana” is impressive and inventive, with  beaucoup  appeal to a global audience because of Cirque du Soleil’s years of splendid creations and track record. On a scale of 1 to 10, I give “‘Auana” an emphatic 10, a show that could possibly make the prevalent luau experience here obsolete. Not a threat, but a probability.

Its principal creators are Neil Doward, the director and co-creator of “‘Auana,” and Aaron J. Sala, the island-based cultural and creative producer for the show. They are the minds behind this miracle.

Neil Doward, director, co-producer

It’s a different, daring production with a pioneering style, created with its own bold, beautiful signature, and staged entirely in the Hawaiian language. “‘Auana” is chock full of  ‘olelo and mele, with a soundtrack that appears to be pre-recorded with perhaps a small orchestra performing live but performed by a vibrant and versatile ensemble of singers/dancers experiencing a fresh new journey amid a whirlpool of hula kahiko, lusciously bathed by a soundtrack that is enticing and energizing.

Aaron J. Sala, cultural creative producer

I wish I could be specific and share names and numbers of the spirited troupe, but the show – like other Cirque ventures elsewhere – appears to maintain a don’t ask, don’t tell policy.

Ten things worthy of your attention:

1— You don’t need to speak or understand Hawaiian, to “get” what is staged; the visuals are powerful, the staging incredible. You’ll quickly become acclimated to the rhythm of the vocabulary.

Amid the pageantry, the costumes are ravishing and revolutionary.

2— The choreography, by Hiwa Vaughan, is spirited, fresh, consuming; the dances will draw you into the moment, number after number. Her choreography is ravishing and revolutionary.

3— The striking costumes, by Manaola, are stunning, with designs that lure you into the dances, with swirls of fabric and  typhoons of styles and surely will make you yearn to buy a shirt or a dress with the prints you see. No can do; these are the show’s exclusive, original designs.

4— Traditional “circus” acts — like duos skating and twirling, acrobats teetering on spinning cages, a dude who balances on circular tins that spell potential danger, aerial acrobats without fear of heights – prove that “Wicked” isn’t the only show Defying Gravity; these troupers are awesome, and they complement the ensemble of singers/dancers.

The “Over the Rainbow” staging, with an artist, left, and a singer, right, finishes with a rainbow.

5— I particularly adored “Over the Rainbow,” translated and sung with wizardry and wonderment; the solo singer delivered the Hawaiian lyrics while an artist sketched on an oversized canvas, the huge backdrop where there are changing visuals. The art piece comprised a beautiful colorful rainbow accent at the tune’s finale.  This was  one of two non-Hawaiian tunes that works in translation.

A “Hawaii Five-0” sequence promotes the aloha spirit.

6— There’s a delightful audience participation instance, utilizing a second borrowed melody, the “Hawaii Five-O” theme song, where gents played invisible drums, trumpet and flute, gleefully projecting the aloha spirit. You want to shout, “Book ‘em, Danno,” in Hawaiian, natch.

7—There’s valid Hawaiian pageantry, beginning with natives navigating the seas, catching fish, and eventual embracing the growth of a visitor industry. In storytelling, there is a beginning, middle, and an ending, and this journey embraces distinctive and indelible memories.

Voyaging by canoe is part of the storytelling.

8—One especially engaging stunt involved a chap fixated with an oversized balloon/ball, gets “swallowed” by the sphere, begins to take off his shirt and trousers and tossing them out, yet eventually and methodically bounces himself out from the pliable gizmo. It’s not Hawaiian, but it’s hip!

9— Other modern motifs involved smaller balls, bobbed to and fro, from performers to the observers in the audience. The mood was casual, like  beach ball fun, minus the sand. I recall a similar playful interaction in Broadway’s “SpongeBob” musical a couple of years ago, utilizing humongous bounce balls.

Acrobats in teetering-tottering metal cages defy gravity.

10—You don’t mess with Pele, and “‘Auana” bypasses – wisely – any lava reference to avoid controversy. If you watch carefully, however, there is a moment of volcanic action. You don’t need an eruption. Period.

Advisories, if you attend:

  • Show times: 5:30 and 8:30 p.m. Wednesdays through Sundays.
  • Running time: 1 hour, 20 minutes; there is no intermission.
  • Tickets: Varies with playdates; call (877) 773-6470. Kamaaina and VIP Experience rates available.
  • Bathrooms are outside of the showroom, so you should “go” before curtain time.
  • Once the show starts, audience members should not go up and down stairs or walkways because the dancing/singing cast constantly utilize these steps and hallways in darkness. Safety is assured only if viewers stay put.
  • Snacks (like caramel  popcorn, sold in plastic cups with peel-off covers) and soft drinks and bar drinks like wine don’t come with clip-on covers but should;  there are convenient drink holders in the front of your seat. Bottled water comes with caps.
  • Handicapped service is not defined, at least when I attended. Escalator access is the norm;  as a walker user, I had to use elevator service to get to the showroom level; the walker was taken by an attendant at the showroom, after I was seated, and I was told that someone would bring over the walker at the end of the performance; it didn’t happen. Another walker and a wheelchair user had similar issues. We had to wait till the whole room was vacant to retrieve the access needs. Not good…

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