REVIEW: Elton John and Tim Rice's Aida at Trustus Theatre

by Cindi Boiter

Before attending Friday night’s production of Elton John and Tim Rice’s Aida at Trustus Theatre, I stopped by Ron Hagel’s new Gemini Studio complex to do my part in celebrating the work this talented collection of visual artists has created. I met an artist there who had already seen the show and they shared that it was so good that the audience had given an actual standing ovation after the end of the first act! I automatically assumed this was probably the result of a group of friends or family attending the musical and enthusiastically supporting their favorite cast member. Then I saw the show for myself and found myself on my feet, too, after the first act’s dramatic closing song, The Gods Love Nubia. That said, there were many times during this performance when I was tempted to stand at my seat, clap, cheer, whoop, and maybe even dance. The performance deserved this kind of enthusiastic response, and more.

The musical Aida, written by Elton John and Tim Rice, premiered on Broadway in March of 2000 and ran through September 2004, winning four of the five Tonys for which it was nominated. Based on Verdi’s opera of the same name, Aida is set in Egypt and tells the story of the Nubian princess, Aida, held captive by a sympathetic Egyptian general named Radames. Though their beloved nations are at war, Aida and Radames fall in love, even though Radames is engaged to marry the Egyptian princess, Amneris, a political move encouraged by his father, Zoser. The reconciliation of this love triangle is a story of love, devotion, social and familial expectations, and the challenge we all face to live an  authentic life and be true to one’s own sense of right and wrong. It is as beautiful as it is tragic.

It is difficult to determine where the magic of the Trustus production of Aida came from. Director Jessica Fichter placed it squarely on the performance of the players, while Patrick Dodds, in a lead role as Radames, named Fichter as the catalyst. Both are right.

The magic became evident early in the performance when Amneris, played by rising USC senior Rachel Vanek, gave us the song Every Story is a Love Story, followed by Radames’ stunning Fortune Favors the Brave sung by Dodds, and the equally stunning opening number from Aida, played  by Rayanna Briggs, The Past is Another Land. For this reviewer, the magic was in the music and how well the truly challenging numbers were executed. Vanek, Briggs, and so many other cast members were refreshingly new to me, but I’ve watched Dodds on the stage for more than a decade, I’m sure, and I had no idea his vocal talents could rise so successfully to the requirements of this role. Like Vanek and Briggs, Dodds was also able to merge the music with the demonstrative requirements of the role almost effortlessly, each bringing their own grace notes to the parts. Vanek, for example, helped us see how complicated her character was while at times providing comic relief that gave hints of Jennifer Coolidge. Briggs, originally from Columbia though now successfully pursuing opportunities that extend to film and TV, was, simply said, amazing, opening the hearts of the audience and crawling in to live there awhile.

These three lead actors and their unique and highly professional performances were clearly enough to carry the show, had they needed to. But they were not. In the role of the wily Nubian servant Mereb, Samaj Whitener was outstanding vocally, bringing an endearing quality to the role. Trustus veteran Kristin Claiborne in the role of Nubian enslaved woman Nehebka, gives a powerful and beautiful performance. Chris Cockrell, as Radames’  scheming father Zoser, similarly delivers the goods in his solo numbers, bringing elements of rock star to his performance. As Pharoah, Columbia theatre icon Hunter Boyle was stately and authoritative as well as inherently aware of his imminent fate. And as Aida’s father Amonasro, Joseph Scott exhibited powerful dignity in the face of despair.

With first-rate choreography by Terrance Henderson, musical direction by a partnership between Amanda Hines Wrona and Ayush Joshi, and scenic, lighting, and  costume design by Jim Hunter, Marc Hurst, and Rachel Turner, respectively, and a dozen-strong ensemble, the Trustus production of Aida checks all the boxes for a regional theatre block buster and it is not-to-be-missed. Not only immensely entertaining, the story of Aida reminds us that the measure of a person in power is how they use that power. Aida succeeds on all accounts.

Elton John and Tim Rise’s Aida runs through July 26 at Trustus Theatre. Visit Trustus.org for tickets and more information.

 

 

REVIEW: TRUSTUS THEATRE'S STUPID FUCKING BIRD

Trustus Theatre opened Aaron Posner’s Stupid Fucking Bird down on Lady Street on February 9th, under the direction of the theatre’s Executive Director, Jessica Francis Fichter. This play, which is advertised as “kinda based on” Anton Chekhov’s The Seagull, is a 2.5-hour experience that is “kinda” a comedy that explores family, love, unfulfilled potential, freedom, destruction, and art (all present in the source material on which it was kinda based). Trustus’ production is a winning moment for the theatre with a talented ensemble, adventurous technical execution and a team that not only had a deep understanding of what they wanted to try to do, but the expertise to make it a reality.  

Chekhov’s play is not essential to the audience’s engagement with Bird. Academics (read: theatre nerds) will enjoy the fun game of compare-and-contrast that this work allows, but the non-historian will be plenty occupied with experiencing the characters’ journeys, interacting with the actors in an environment without a fourth wall, exploring a dialogue regarding the authentic self and inviting their brains to ask, “what is art, why do we make it and why is it vital…or is it?”   

Stupid Fucking Bird concerns a stormy front of romantic and emotional entanglements amongst a family and their friends gathered at a large beach house. Conrad (Patrick Dodds) loves Nina (Cassidy Spencer), but Nina pines for Trigorin (Laurens Wilson) who is dating Conrad’s mom, Emma Arakdina (Erin Wilson). But wait, there’s more! Conrad’s platonic pal Mash (Martha Hearn) languishes for Conrad, and Dev (Cameron Muccio) swoons for Mash. The term “love triangle” doesn't suffice to explain the plot. Perhaps the geometrists in the crowd can do the math.  

As with all Chekhov and related materials, there must be an estate. Enter Dr. Eugene Sorn (Hunter Boyle), for whose attention all of these lover-friends are wrestling. Sorn is the only character who doesn’t have a love interest and is quite often the only sensible person in the room. Sorn’s questioning of whether we are ever our authentic selves is a particularly salient moment in the play.  

While there is a lot of frustration in watching these characters chase their misguided obsessions, the rewarding part of the Stupid Fucking Bird is the opportunity to engage in a discussion about art. Trustus is no stranger to material that has asked Columbia audiences to engage in this conversation (i.e. Yasmina Reza’s Art and Stew’s Passing Strange), and this type of work starts the dialogue within the walls of the theatre that evolves into colorful debate once you’ve cozied up to a bar afterwards.  

Trustus’ Bird has an excellent cast - not a weak link on stage. These are talented actors tackling challenging material, and they are in complete ownership of the proceedings. Patrick Dodds’ has played a wide range of roles since his first appearance at the theatre in 2011, but his portrayal of Conrad has probably been one of the most demanding jobs he’s taken on - and he delivers. Dodds succeeds in making us believe in his journey from obsession to destruction. His monologue towards the end of the first act, combined with the tech that was used, is jarring in the best kind of way.  

Erin and Laurens Wilson, in the roles of Emma and Trig, are a grounding and necessary presence for this cast which otherwise portray forlorn nihilists who refuse to stop thwarting themselves. Cameron Musccio makes a welcome debut on the Thigpen Main Stage with his Dev being an incredibly endearing straight-man-who-gets-the-laughs. Cassidy Spencer and Martha Hearn, as Nina and Mash respectively, turn in anchored performances. Hunter Boyle as Dr. Sorn exhibits more control and firmness than we’ve seen in recent years, and it is a delightful change of pace that leaves us hoping to see Boyle explore more roles like this - because it’s really really good.  

The production team deserves high marks for a finely-tuned scenic,  lighting, media, and sound design package. From moons that seamlessly cross the entire stage, to the simplicity of scene titles - Matt Pound has used different media outputs to make something quite complicated seem seamless. Paired with Marc Hurst’s sizzling lighting and Teddy Palmer’s use of the space as an abstraction of frames - these elements truly make you feel like you’re watching a production that was tailored down to the last stitch. We would also like to note that there is even a Shen Yun poster hidden in the mix (which can lead to a tangential conversation about art after the show). 

Though some music levels could be increased to improve audience-immersion throughout and tattoos could be better covered-up (or not covered?) as to not distract, Stupid Fucking Bird is a tight vehicle for the actors, designers, and audience. This is probably due to the work of Director Jessica Francis Fichter. We are very glad her voice is more prominent in Columbia’s theatre scene these days and look forward to more.  

If you’re into light comedic fare that intends to entertain by way of jazz hands, this is no play for you. However, if you’re just the slightest bit adventurous, enjoy conflict and the promise of a post-show arts salon: trust Trustus with this play. This is the kind of work that the theatre’s co-founders intended the theatre to produce, and true to form - whether you actually like the play or not - this is the only place you can experience work like it in these parts. Stupid Fucking Bird runs through February 24th at Trustus (520 Lady St.), and you can get your tickets to make up your own mind about this production at www.trustus.org

(edited 2/11/24)