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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A HALAU OF A SHOW, FROM CAZIMERO

Robert Cazimero’s “Pae ‘Aina (Hawaiian for archipelago)  concert yesterday (March 17) was a two-part wonderment, celebrating the splendor of hula kahiko (ancient hula) in the first half, and informal chit-chat plus some hula auwana (modern hula) in the second half.

Cazimero, the kumu hula of Halau Na Kamalei O Lililehua, was acknowledging the astonishing breadth and roots of male hula and vocalizing, the hallmarks of his gents, at the near sell-out performance at Leeward Community College Theatre.

The opening number: “This Is Our Island Home.”

So, what was on display? Plenty, like the pulse, the professionalism, and the perfection within the halau, reflecting  the devotion, the loyalty, the commitment, the camaraderie, and the brotherhood that have been the trademark of Halau Na Kamalei, now in its 49th year of sharing the

mesmerizing and magnificence of hula.

Clearly, Cazimero has shaped and honed his dancers, with choreography and vocals, and the process involves imagination and innovation, with syncopated movement and harmonic singing.

At the launch of the show, the guys rendered “This Is Our Island Home,” which became a medley with “He Aloha Nihoa,” which triggered an island-by-island tour de force, embracing each island with mele, beginning with Kaho‘olawe, Ni‘ihau, Kaua‘i, O‘ahu, Lana‘i and Moloka‘I, Maui and the Big Island. With this ‘ohana, no island is left out.

When the company of 20 performs, the spectators have a lot to explore and examine – fingers and hands, feet and legs, arms and knees uniformly perform as one unit; the choreography enables any number of troupers – six, eight, two, four dancers beginning the hula, and  two or four or one would  easily glide into motion, without skipping a beat. That’s precision.

Hula kahiko — gents dance, kumu Robert Cazimero on pahu.

The lads augment Cazimero’s stint at the piano and pahu (drums), utilizing a number of traditional hula instruments for hula kahiko, like ‘uli ‘uli  (percussion gourd), pu ‘ili (bamboo rattle), pu‘ohe (bamboo trumpet)  ‘ipu (gourd drum) and kala‘au (rhythm sticks). That’s versatility.

Gunnie, clad in ti leaf skirt and draped in maile, has a solo moment.

As the regular  Cazimero viewers know, the gents have nicknames like Bully, Kolohe, Buddy, Gunnie and Puna.  There’s even a Brad Cooper in the ranks (he says he’s the original, not the film star) and peers  with conventional names, like Nick, Zach, Jonah, Daniel, Parker, and Keola, among others, who emerge and entertain. That’s normalcy.

These guys let their hair down after intermission, in an informal, unscripted,  hang-loose segment with panel leaders. Hula brother Manu Boyd had a stint in this section, too. The format was risky, the comments hilarious, the mood spontaneous. That’s humanity.

The finale: Lahela Ka’aihue dances on “Waika.”

Throughout the show, hula sisters like Sky Perkins took the mike to introduce the tour of the archipelago . Another hula sister, Lahela Ka‘aihui joined the company to dance in the finale, “Waika.”  That’s fellowship.

Everthing considered, it was a halau of a production…

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MURDER, MAYHEM, MIRTH IN WHODUNNIT

An oddity, “The Musical Comedy Murders of 1940,” is neither a full-fledged musical nor a riotous comedy, though there are brief tuneful segments and a mix of laugher, amid a series of murders.

The whodunnit, playing at the Diamond Head Theatre, is actually quite charming. Actors eager to audition for a show (a musical, natch), along with a dancer, a singer and a comedian, who are seeking employment, so they assemble at the mansion of Elsa Von Grossenknueten (Lisa Konove, flamboyantly brilliant and in her prime) in Chappaqua, New York. The time is midnight (of course), at the height of a chilling snowfall (another of course). The theatrical figures hope wealthy Elsa will bankroll the musical, or so is the premise.

In actually, the estate is where three dancers were previously murdered by an unknown slasher, and a policeman, Michael Kelly (Michael Abdo, sleek in his sleuthing) is among the invitees and believes the slasher also is among the party guests. So everyone is a suspect;  or dead serious. a forthcoming victim.

The play, by John Bishop, is set in December, 1940, and opens with the murder of Elsa’s maid Helsa Wenzel (Brianna Johnston, fittingly domestic, who comes to life again, which viewers later learn how).  The slasher claims several more victims, terrifying the survivors, who are stuck in the snowstorm and the expected happens: the lights go out,  meaning more murders when they go on again.

The motley crew includes the singer, Patrick O’Reilly (Christopher Denton); the dancer, Nikki Crandall (Emily Lane); the comic Eddie McCuen (David Samsel),  a director Ken De La Maize( Lee Nebe); and a writing team comprising Roger Hopewell (Andrew Simmons) and Bernice Roth (Betty Bolton). They’re all wary of the lurking mayhem, beginning with the demise of Elsa’s friend, Marjorie Baverstock (Heather Taylor).

“Musical Comedy” cast: seated front, Lisa Konove, Michael Abdo and Heather Taylor; rear, from left, David Samsel, Emily Lane, Brianna Johnston, Christoper Denton, Andrew Simmons, Betty Bolton and Lee Nebe. — Brandon Miyagi photo, courtesy DHT.

An ensemble show, the cast builds chemistry with shared fear and mutual concerns about who is the killer. Frequent hilarity lessens the intensity of emotions in this kind of murder mysteries, and director John Rampage maintains a cadence of fright and laughs. Actress Konove, a veteran of many dramatic and comedic shows in the past, is in her element in this one, clad in flowing, elegant and colorful gowns created with authority by Emily Lane (doubling as a cast member), with Aiko Schick’s hair and makeup designs contributing to the era of the ‘40s.

A star is born, in set designer Randy Tandal’s auspicious debut as a stage designer, whose maginificent single-set spectacle is efficient and functional, with book shelves that spin to hide, then display, a hidden passageway. The one-view spectrum includes handsome doorways for entrances and exits, plus a clothes closet which conceals a body and also displays wardrobe. There are eye-filling gems including artwork on the walls and working lamps, working in sync with prop designer Travis O. Asaeli’s contributions – a desk, a comfy armchair, and a faux grand piano.

At long last, DHT has come of age, marking the first anniversary of the new theater with a set (finally) that demonstrates and reflects the magic of stagecraft. Clearly, greatness sprouts with time and talent. This set — and its creator — are winners! No set pieces to roll on and off stage; nothing to descend from the overhead fly space. What you see is what you get–excellence.

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“The Musical Comedy Murders of 1940”

A play by John Bishop, about theatrical types gathering at a mansion, where murder is on the menu and a snowstorm prevents an escape

Where: Diamond Head Theatre

When: 7:30 p.m. Thursdays through Saturdays; also at 3:30 and 7:30 p.m. Saturdays and 4 p.m. Sundays, through Feb. 18; extension playdates, 7:30 p.m. Feb.23 and 3 p.m. Feb. 24

Tickets: $37 to $62, at www.diamondheadtheatre.com or (808) 733-0274

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THE THREE R’S OF HO‘OKENA

Ho‘okena’s Christmas residency at Blue Note Hawaii – the group did two shows Sunday (Dec. 17) at the club at the Outrigger Waikiki – was rich in values, robust in mele and hula, and radiant in lasting power.

I took in the 4 p.m. performance (vs. the 7:30 p.m. show) and was amazed and impressed with the content and command demonstrated by Horace Dudoit III (12-string guitar), Chris Kamaka (standup bass fiddle) and Glen Smith (slack key guitar). For added power, Aron Nelson guested on keyboards, and of course, Nani Dudoit’s (pictured below, right) hula contributions and Maila Gibson-Bandmann’s (pictured below, left) guest vocals provided substantial dance and vocal fireworks.

Few combos have the depth and skills to pull off a mixed repertoire of traditional Hawaiiana and familiar favorites from the yuletide repertoire. And impressively, all members of Ho‘okena have vocal  potency, as soloists as well as a trio. Their rendering of “Ku‘uipo I Ka He‘e Pu‘e One” – the rich harmonics, the high and low notes, the chemistry of togetherness– was a late-in-the-show keeper.

This time of the year, Ho‘okena and Maila  share the No. 1 holiday melody (“The Prayer,” the popular Celine Dion-Andrea Bocelli hit), but they wisley energized  and localized it with Hawaiian lyrics, elevating the appeal and octane. Smartly, “The Prayer” was the obvious save-the-best-for-last offering, before all left the stage, and exquisitely, Nani’s solo hula provided the grace and eloquence of the pseudo-religious ballad.

The Dudoits have learned well from mentor Robert Cazimero, over the decades. She was Robert’s and brother Roland’s hula soloist, in the era when the Royal Hawaiian Hotel’s Monarch Room boasted an island attraction. Also, Horace’s earlier residency as one of the dancers in kumu hula Robert’s Halau Na Kamalei (now Lililehua) also has had deep-rooted impact.

The band, from left: Kamaka, Nelson, Dudoit, Smith.

Ho‘okena’s show is casual, but also retained the discipline and mission to deliver authentic and aspirational momentum. It’s alternately fun, consistently fabulous, thanks to the talent on view.

“Home for the Holidays,” the opening tune, was sort of the theme for the evening. The popular tune fronted a medley that instantly identified with Hawaii, featuring “Aloha and a Mele Kalikimaka” and the omnipresent “Mele Kalikimaka.” “Mele Kalikimaka Ei Nei” and “Mele Kalikimaka Ia Kakou” followed a bit later, but that’s not redundancy  —  these are mele that reflect the island yule experience.

Hula family, from left: Kaipo, Nalani and Horace Dudoit.

One of the sweetest segments was when Kaipo Dudoit – son of Nani and Horace – joinied his parents to hula on “Makee Ailana,” a song about the Waikiki region where the Honolulu Zoo parking lot sits today. This kind of spontaneous familial unity is reflective of performers here.

Ditto, the participation of Nani’s haumana (hula students) from her Halau Kaleilehuaikealoonalani on “Rose Lauli‘i, and the contingent of Halau Ka Lei Papahi o Kakuhihewa from Maui on the popular Kui Lee composition, “Lahainaluna.”

Maila, an infrequent guest artist with Ho‘okena, had a one-two wallop in a two-song segment, the first tune reflecting her Karen Carpenter stance on “Merry Christmas Darling,” which truly is a lady’s (not gent’s) solo number, with an enrapturing, silky glow. “Midnight Train to Georgia,” an unlike holiday tune, was dedicated to the memory of her late dad (his fave song), and she put a soulful, blues stamp on the tune, with Nani among the back-up singers, offering rousing Gladys Knight-and-the-Pips notes, and splendid “woo-woo” train vibes.

Finally, though we’ve annually heard Horace’s tale about “The Song of Christmas,” also penned by Kui Lee, it’s worth chuckling again about his early confusion about its lyrics, about Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights), which was foreign to him years ago. It’s a genuine chortle to hear his story again and again…

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