By providing your information, you agree to our Terms of Use and our Privacy Policy. We use vendors that may also process your information to help provide our services. Here there were heroes, but as many holesβfresh wounds in the worldβwhere heroes once stood. Jack Smith and Cookie Mueller had died in The following year, Ethyl Eichelberger took his own life rather than suffer the virus.
David Wojnarowicz was gone in Ron Vawter in He was an exacting maestro, slow to offer praise, and with absolutely no predilection for social sugar. This general lack of lace gave his words the weight of truth. When he said one afternoon that the future of theater was in the hands of someone named Reza Abdoh, I believed him.
The performance begins with the sound of a razor being sharpened. In a bunkerβalbeit a domesticated bunkerβthat feels below everything, Eurydice is played by a man, Orpheus is played by a woman. Bald, eyes kohl-rimmed, red lips: They could be twins.
Evil lurks somewhere, everywhere. Cavernous, spacious, though the stage feels a prison. Orpheus is high-strung; his condition and his pace is anxiety. Eurydice, poor woman, stripped naked and tortured until.
It is not an overstatement to say that had Reza Abdoh lived even one more year, had he created even one more production, American theater would look very different now. Had he created more work in New York, rather than in Los Angeles, things might look different now, too. His father, Ali, was a wealthy businessman and a former boxer of some repute who was once featured in Life magazine.
