REVIEW: Good Kids

From the moment I heard about the performance, I knew it would be incredible. Whether its effects were to open eyes in the audience, to start conversations, or to inform the general public, this performance of Good Kids was absolute perfection.

On Thursday evening at 7:30, I entered the Arthur Miller Theatre on North Campus. From the moment I walked in, the energy was high! Music blasting, audience members chit-chatting, and a table for the Expect Respect campaign was lively with volunteers and plenty of available information.

The lights dimmed and your stereotypical high school students filed onto the stage. There was a group of football players, a clique of catty girls, and various other essential members to the student body. But an important addition to the cast, was the girl sitting in the wheelchair on the side of the stage. She played an important role, not only as a narrator of the story, but also as a catalyst in the operation of opening up the public’s eyes about the Steubenville Rape Case of 2011.

A little background information: Good Kids is a play written by Naomi Iizuka, which is a sort of reenactment of a case of rape that occurred a summers back in a small town in Ohio. This town showered praise on their football team, but what would they do when criticisms fall upon them after a night of drunken tweets, photos, video, and sexual assault. This piece focuses on the role that technology and social media played in the case, how quickly words spread, and the stereotypes that people hold for women.

The scenes changed quickly and smoothly, from introductions to the member of each group down to the party scene at Amber’s house.

Amber was the head of the catty clique, and with parents absent for a weekend, she knew she had opportunity to throw a party. She invited some football players and friends, but her number one rule was this- no randoms. But Kylie, the new girl in Mustang country, brought her cousin Chloe and a friend from a school across the river. The party, filled with drinking and dancing, quickly transitioned from a fun environment to a dangerous situation. The football players left the party with Chloe, who was soon unconscious, and took her to a house where they sexually assaulted her without consent. On top of this act, they took pictures and video, along with live tweeting.

This play addressed, along with many other issues, the language used against women. What is a man called when he enjoys casual sex? A man. But what is a woman called? A slut. Good Kids dove into language that our generation uses daily to describe each other.

While the scenes progressed, showing all the possibilities of he said/she said game that went on for years in the Steubenville case, the theatre was charged with real, raw emotion. Everything from the emotional struggle and confusion to the trials and tribulations that the victim faced at school and on all mediums of social media. Also while infiltrating the scenes with the occasional aside from the narrator, this play provided the perspectives of parents, school officials, other students, and the victim. This was key in allowing the audience to understand the entire situation. The part of the performance that really broke me down was when the victim, Chloe, was kneeling on stage, head in hands, while audio from the video of her rape played over the sound system (the audio was not actually pulled from the real video, but the cast recorded their own audio based on quotes from Twitter and the video posted to YouTube).

With fantastic lighting and even some choreographed dancing, the cast and crew really pulled through an amazing performance. Completely eye-opening and chilling. I was left speechless by the incredible performance by the cast. The scenery was simple, yet sufficient. And the script itself was flawless.

After the performance, the director, Gillian Eaton, offered a “talk back” for the audience and cast. This “talk back” gave the audience an opportunity to ask student performers and volunteers from the Sexual Assault Prevention and Awareness Center (SAPAC) questions about the play and sexual assault. The students and volunteers were extremely patient through many questions that were filled with emotion and curiosity. But my personal favorite quote on consent from the talk back was from Blair Prince, who played the role of Daphne (Chloe’s friend):

“My silence is not permission. My smile is not permission. My permission is permission.”

As said earlier, I absolutely loved this performance. The passion that the actors and actresses put into this show was unbelievable. I would highly recommend attending one of the remaining performances of Good Kids and staying for the talk back Q&A session.

Preview: Good Kids

 

Good Kids, a play by Naomi Ilzuka, retells the horrors of the Steubenville Rape Case, which took place in Summer 2011. This is a real, raw account of the happenings of high school party gone wrong, and how social media can play a huge role in rumors, evidence, and conviction.

Come check out Good Kids at the Arthur Miller Theatre on:

Thursday, October 9 at 7:30 pm

Friday, October 10 at 8pm

Saturday, October 11 at 8pm

Sunday, October 12 at 2pm

General admission tickets are $28, or you can purchase tickets with your student ID for only $10.

Join the School of Music, Theater, and Dance for a chilling performance that is bound to leave you speechless. Information sessions on sexual assault and safety will be available after each performance.

REVIEW: Marisol

The lights dimmed in the Arthur Miller Theatre, the audience hushed and I quietly grabbed for the bag of Twizzlers hidden in my purse. Just as I had ripped open the bag, the collage of light bulbs hovering above center stage began to flicker. I looked up to the top window of the rusty building set, only to see an angel. But this wasn’t the angel that I’d read about in my in my illustrated children’s Bible. This was a punk angel. Her hair was naturally curly and voluminous. Her nose ring glimmered under the spotlight as the sleeve of tattoos covering her arm was illuminated. She was dressed in a leather vest, looking absolutely ruffian. She watched silently as a young, Puerto Rican, woman named Marisol, tucked a knife under her pillow in her shady, Bronx apartment.     While the angel’s appearance was a shock, that wasn’t the only surprising part of the School of Music, Theatre & Dance’s production of Marisol by José Rivera.

I had the opportunity to view the final performance of Marisol on Sunday, April 13th at 2pm. This was the second weekend that the show had run, so the audience was small, but that didn’t stop the performers from giving every scene their all.

The show begins on a subway commute home from a long day at work. Marisol is exhausted, reading a newspaper, when a dirty man with a golf club approaches her. He mumbles about angels and crazily presents an “end of times” scheme. As Marisol is protected by her guardian angel, she is quickly snapped back into her small apartment in the Bronx. The dangers of her street arise as the sun sets over New York. Yelling, slamming doors, and gun threats echoed throughout the theatre as Marisol’s is banged on by a senseless woman with a gun. Marisol drops to her knees and prays, opening the door to find a pile of salt…

Marisol’s guardian angel, played magnificently by Melissa Golliday, reveals to Marisol that God is old and dying, too senile to take care of His creation. The guardian admits that she is leading the angel revolt against God, ready to uproot God’s rule and rejuvenate the failing earth. The angel leaves Marisol with an unsettling lack of protection and a choice. Will Marisol stand with God or fight with the angels?

Throughout the play we see how the earth disintegrates through lack of food (only salt), gender roles begin drastically reversed (pregnant men), and extreme violent tendencies, including setting others on fire. Marisol fights and struggles to understand where she is, where she belongs, and whose side she is on. I don’t want to give away all of the details of this play, because it is so fantastic, but in end, Marisol joins the angels in a victorious battle against God. Billions of angels lost their lives in this celestial war, as did the millions of earthly warriors, but the earth returns in triumphant light.

While I’ve grown up being a musical type of girl, this play might have me converted! This play was perfectly chilling; I felt my shoulders shake as Marisol’s guardian dropped her wings into Marisol’s hand and turned for the audience to see bloodied wing-bones emerging from her bulletproof vest. I could barely scribble notes as Marisol struggled with her identity and associations with the other characters. This play was absolutely enthralling. Everything, from the realistic set with garbage rumbling about the stage to the realistic costumes and props, was gripping.

I would highly recommend seeing Marisol if you ever have the chance! It was a strangely attractive play and I guarantee you would enjoy it! Great job to the cast and crew, especially the director- Linda Goodrich.

REVIEW: The Dicks and Janes- It’s Not Delivery, It’s DJorno and Album Release

The transition from the Polar Vortex couldn’t have been more wonderful. I went from walking from the Bursley-Baits busstop to the MLB, fighting face-biting winds and dangerously slippery sidewalks, to strolling across the diag’s grass in the light of the setting sun. Warmth. But last night, the sun wasn’t the only thing that put a smile on my face. I had the opportunity to attend The Dicks and Janes: It’s not Delivery, It’s DJorno and Album Release performance.

The concert was held in the MLB at 7:30pm on Friday, April 11, 2014. My friends and I walked in, greeted by excited grins and tables of t-shirts and albums. We walked into the auditorium to upbeat music which was quickly interrupted by Justin Wong, who introduced the Maize Mirchi, a South Asian, co-ed a cappella group. A 30 minute set by the Maize Mirchi sang a lively array of music, including both pop and cultural tunes.  Their chemistry was evident, and I found myself smiling throughout the entire performance.

Maize Mirchi
Maize Mirchi

After an amazing opener from the Maize Mirchi, the Dicks and Janes took the stage at 8pm. The a cappella crew, who took 3rd at the ICCA quarter finals this year, came out ready to sing. They began the night with a stunning rendition of Zedd’s Clarity. After their first song, they talked quickly about the concert, the songs, and their album! They moved swiftly through the next few songs, which included Happiness is a Warm Gun by the Beatles, Bottles by V.V. Brown, Delicate/I Won’t Give Up by Damien Rice/Jason Mraz, A cappella by Karmin, and OK, It’s All Right from the Dicks and Janes’ album- Flying Bicycles. I was disappointed to take an intermission after senior Sarah Szollar’s breathtaking solo in OK, It’s All Right.

While looking through the program, I was surprised to find a majority of six freshman! But the young group wasn’t defined by year, only by talent. Kait Mulder and Austin Terris tore up their solos! I was amazed by their range and solo in I Won’t Give Up and Happiness is a Warm Gun.  Throughout the next few songs, I was thrilled by their dancing, stomping, and incredible skrillex-like bass drops.

We learned, through small skits and jokes, that the Dicks and Janes album is compiled of 5 years’ worth of music and groups. We also learned that they went through many album names…from punny to downright hilarious! While names like  Barackapella, Falling From Grace Notes, and my personal favorite- Queen Jane and the Dicktators- were thrown around, they eventually settled on Flying Bicycles.

After a brief intermission, we were continually delighted the Dicks and Janes’ vocal ability. They had great range, great chemistry, and everyone had a good opportunity to showcase their voice.

The show continued with Bizness by Tune- Yards, Here We Go by Mat Kearney, Royals by Lorde, the groups ICCA set, which included Why Oh Why by Little Big Town, The Plains/Bitter Dancer by Fleet Foxes, and It Doesn’t mean a Thing by Club Des Belugas. My two favorite moments of the night were both in the ICCA set; I’m not at all surprised they received such a high ranking. During Bitter Dancer, all the men in the group really stepped forward and sang out. Now, maybe I’m just a sucker for guys who can sing, but that was an amazing musical moment. During the final song of the set, the group seemed to be huddling together, but much to my surprise, they exploded into musical and visual waves. Arms flew around as the Dicks and Janes incorporated a sick bass drop into their a cappella set. I was blown away!

The show ended with a small award presentation to Justin Wong, who has really gone above and beyond to make this group as good as possible, and followed up by a heartwarming sendoff for the three seniors in the group- Elise Coletta, Jeff Ferguson, and Sarah Szollar.

All in all, I would highly recommend listening to the Dicks and Janes if you have the chance! Check out their album- Flying Bicycles- which should be on iTunes shortly! The Dicks and Janes would like to thank the alumni of the group for all of their help on this album!

The Dicks and Janes
The Dicks and Janes