The term “Lynchian” tends to evoke the dark, off-center sensibility of its carefully-coiffed namesake. It’s an adjective that could be used similarly to describe the indomitable comic stylings of a fellow Lynch named Jane. In this sense, “Jane Lynchian” refers to a no-bullshit, straight shooter always willing to share what’s on her mind (from Guatemalan ex-lovers to cocaine breakfasts). More recently, Lynch – as the jumpsuit wearing, draconian coach Sue Sylvester on Glee – added “songstress” to that list. But don’t take my word for it. Next week at Joe’s Pub you’ll be able to experience all that is “Jane Lynchian” courtesy of her new show, “See Jane Sing.”
Having begun her career on stage, Lynch’s tiptoe back toward theater was inevitable. Following her successful portrayal of Sue Sylvester, Lynch was cast as the equally villainous Miss Hanningan in last year’s Broadway production of Annie. Soon after, Lynch was invited by 54 Below, a local cabaret club, to perform her “act.” Though she had nothing prepared, Lynch accepted, improvising with a handful of what she says are “songs I just liked.”
Sure, there’s such a thing as too many Lenas — but, come on: what would drive someone to say, “I want to kill Lena Dunham?”
That’s the provocative title of one of the pop-culture-inspired productions at this year’s Fringe Festival. The ominous threat serves as a canary in the coalmine of modern American culture — an attempt at an artistic antidote to the whimsical Williamsburg of Dunham’s Girls.
Margot’s mascara-laden stare hit me from every angle of the Joseph Gross Gallery last night. Maybe it’s because we’re in New York – home of the Tenenbaums – that Gwyneth Paltrow’s doe-eyed enfant terrible is the face of this weekend’s sixth annual “Bad Dads” pop-up exhibit hosted by Spoke Art. Although, perhaps the more pertinent question is, why have there already been five Wes Anderson-inspired art exhibits to begin with?
Straight Outta Compton Pop-Up Shop (Photo: Rob Scher)
Obey your thirst, for great marketing gimmicks.
Last night on the corner of Spring and Bowery, a hubbub gathered around a green-hued convenience store emblazoned with Sprite logos. As you might notice, displayed along the shop’s windows (besides actual cans of sprite) were some rather unusual wares: “Fresh Hype Wipes,” “Frosted Fleeks” cereal, “Dope Soap” and “Straight Buggin” detergent. Turns out “The Sprite Corner” is a pop-up shop promotion for the forthcoming N.W.A biopic, Straight Outta Compton.
Interested in owning a piece of the new St. Mark’s Bookshop? Now might just be your chance. In another call-for-help email sent out earlier today, owner Bob Contant made a public appeal for support to help fund the “rebirth of the bookstore.”
Next week thousands of theater patrons will once again descend on Lower Manhattan for the 19th annual NYC Fringe Festival. “Fringe theater” usually denotes plays located on the edge of something (the mainstream, the city, a performer’s sanity). With 200 shows on offer, several seem to occupy the fringe between high culture and low, floating somewhere between stage, screen and page. These nine offer you the chance to Kill Dunham, Channel Spock and “Van Gogh Fuck Yourself.”
Live Sand Art (Photo: Between the Seas Festival Facebook page)
With Greece going through a bit of a rough patch, now seems as good a time as any to remember the days before it all went a bit pear-shaped. And what better way to do that than through the time-honored tradition of theater. Next Monday, Classic Stage Company will put the awe back in austerity as its “Greek Festival” plunges into a month of celebrated dramatic productions, workshops, readings and seminars. Speaking of plunging, the fifth annual “Between the Seas” festival is also going down in September (8th to 13th), bringing contemporary Mediterranean dance and theater to The Wild Project.
Occasionally, the bottomless procrastination pit of Facebook serves a greater purpose than stalking exes. Sometimes the social network affords a community of strangers the chance to share in a common cause. And sometimes that translates into something tangible, like 111 artists from all across the country exhibiting together at CENTRAL BOOKING on the Lower East Side. Appropriately, curators Susan Carr and Suzan Shutan have titled the resulting show “GOING BIG.”
Next Tuesday at The Connelly Theatre puppetry meets philanthropy as some of NYC’s top puppeteers perform a “one-night only puppet variety show” in support of Matt and Nora Brooks, who some might recall lost their entire livelihoods in the March 26 gas explosion. The performers are all friends and colleagues of Matt Brooks, a former Jim Henson master puppet maker.
“They all just wanted to help out,” said organizer Craig Mingus, a seasoned fundraiser, talking with us over phone about the performance that will see all proceeds going to the Brookses. Mingus got involved after Emmy nominated Noel MacNeal and James Wojtal, both former Henson puppeteers, reached out to him for assistance. “In total we’ve got a cast and crew of around 28 people, all donating their time for free,” said Mingus.