After surviving its summer from hell, the Skylight Opera Theatre launched its 50th season Tuesday night with a mini-Woodstock –- five solid hours of non-stop performances. Some of them were quite spectacular...read jaques' whole column here.
tuesday is a joke / played on those not quite prepared / the same game again
Showing posts with label damien jaques. Show all posts
Showing posts with label damien jaques. Show all posts
Thursday, September 3, 2009
there's a new kid in town
well, sorta. damien jaques' first weekly column for onmilwaukee.com includes an o'neill review, a chat with the milwaukee rep's new boss, and a brief wrap-up of the big tuesday night skylight shindig:
Monday, August 31, 2009
the critic and the actor should be friends
a month ago i wrote what amounted to an ode to milwaukee theatre critic damien jaques, ending with this:
jaques couldn't do it. he couldn't bring himself to write that scathing, awful review.today, there's this from the guardian's theatre blog:
because he cared too much about those actors.
and you know what i thought?
i thought, "i like this guy."
A question that comes up time and again in the theatre world is how critics and practitioners should relate to one another. The rise of theatre blogging has done a great deal to blur the lines between these two camps, due to the fact that more directors, actors and designers are taking to their keyboards to air their opinions, and that the internet allows artists and reviewers to talk more directly than ever before.and it gets more, well...complicated.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
jaques jumps to new online home
damien jaques, long-time theater critic for the milwaukee journal/sentinel, has found a new home at onmilwaukee.com. jacques' will write a weekly theatre column for the site beginning in september, continuing his 29 years covering the milwaukee and wisconsin theatre scene.
(a rather odd but heartfelt july 30th post about jaques and his commitment to milwaukee theatre appeared here on tuesdaysblog.)
three of the journal/sentinels former arts writers have now moved to online only media: tom strini, former music and dance critic for the paper, shifted almost immediately to third coast digest, and tim cuprisin, former j/s television writer, moves to onmilwaukee.com as of october 1.
(a rather odd but heartfelt july 30th post about jaques and his commitment to milwaukee theatre appeared here on tuesdaysblog.)
three of the journal/sentinels former arts writers have now moved to online only media: tom strini, former music and dance critic for the paper, shifted almost immediately to third coast digest, and tim cuprisin, former j/s television writer, moves to onmilwaukee.com as of october 1.
Friday, July 31, 2009
quote of the day
"No, it's not true that 'Cash for Clunkers' is the official name of the Milwaukee Journal/Sentinel's buyout program."today is the last day for the milwaukee journal/sentinel's arts and media writers, damien jaques, tim cuprisin, and tom strini, over 70 years experience among them.– tim cuprisin
milwaukee journal/sentinel
Thursday, July 30, 2009
i think this guy likes us
an op-ed by milwaukee's own damien jaques, written a week or so ago during one of the many crests of the skylight opera theatre saga, didn't get the attention it deserved.
in it, jaques reminds us that artists, milwaukee artists, actually do actually matter:
this jaques fellow and i had a wee squabble a few years back – quite polite, nothing too serious, mind you, just a friendly tiff – over a review he'd written about a play i'd been planning to see. the play starred many of my dear, dear friends, and i was anxious to know what to say of their performances should i be forced to greet them at the stage door after the show.
this is the basic reason i read most theatre reviews: to memorize a line or two i can toss out post-performance while in the midst of hugging a sweaty ingenue. good or bad, it doesn't matter – i am a master at manipulating a review quote to make it seem perfectly appropriate, whatever the circumstances: "i thought you did so much more than posing, mary-ann!" or "goodness gary, you were better than broadway!" or my personal favorite, "oh, henry! i don't really think every quart of milk in a ten mile radius curdled when you began to sing!" and jaques' reviews were the best, a veritable fountain of stage door compliments, most of which i didn't even have to alter, except for the words i couldn't pronounce.
however, after reading this jaques' review – which contained a mere three sentence, one paragraph mention of which actors played which roles – i was stumped. jaques' article said nothing of the actor's accomplishments, nothing of the director's staging, it only listed their names (many of which i already knew, save that tall man with the beard.) that, and some cheap talk of a few pretty lights, a sharply focused gobo, some painted flats, and a pleasant curtain speech was all i got.
what was i to do?
i'll tell you what i did, i didn't go to see the play. i couldn't! instead, i sent a pissy little letter to the milwaukee journal/sentinel saying something incredibly wry, like, "after reading mr. jaques' lengthy review of "bladdy-blah-hoo-ha", i have no earthly idea if he thinks i should attend a performance of it or not. please tell mr. jaques for me, if i was interested in reading a book report on playwright applejack mc-twoshoes, i would have paid a visit to the local library." in my head, i pronounced "library" in that snotty, upper crust, british way - libry. libry. fuh-fuh. take that mr. reviewer guy, i thought.
several weeks later, i heard through a friend of a friend that jaques actually felt bad about the letter i'd sent.
"he read it!?" i shouted, incredulously.
"yes, and he felt quite bad."
being the stone cold, hard-as-a-rock, iceberg man that i am, i wept. immediately i felt a walloping sense of guilt for making the man feel bad.
"really? bad? he felt bad?"
"yes." i was told. "quite bad."
oh man.
cripes.
i didn't mean to make anyone feel bad.
oh hell.
so a day or so later i called him. i called damien jaques on the telephone and we talked about that horribly written review. after giving him a heartfelt apology (that i'd memorized earlier that day from a dear abby column in jaques' own newspaper) i decided to cut to the heart of the matter. "why, jaques!?" i demanded, "why did you write such a lame, flaccid review in the first place?"
"tony," he said – trying to butter me up by using my first name, a trick he learned, no doubt, from his days slumming with the likes of clair richardson – "i didn't think it was a very good production."
ah-ha! settled, i thought! finally, i had the truth! i pounced: "why the devil didn't you put that in the review, you dunderhead!" i may not have said dunderhead.
"because i have such great respect for all those people, every one of those actors, and the director, i just...i couldn't bring myself to write in a review what i really thought about the show. so i only talked about the things i liked."
now, you might be sitting there in milwaukee, relaxing in your boxers with your cat yawning at your side, and you might be reading this delightful anecdote thinking, "well the bastard didn't seem to mind giving me a crappy review for my performance in ziggity-do-dah-day!" and you're right. he did give you a crappy review. someday we'll talk about your stale, lifeless performance in ziggity-do-dah-day, but save that for another occasion. your birthday. purim.
apparently this production (and boy, am i'm going to get mail) was just so damned horrid, jaques couldn't do it. he couldn't bring himself to write that scathing, awful review.
because he cared too much about those actors.
and you know what i thought?
i thought, "i like this guy."
in it, jaques reminds us that artists, milwaukee artists, actually do actually matter:
Milwaukee and Wisconsin reached a critical mass of stage talent in the 1980s, and like nuclear fission, the energy has happily continued to spark and feed on itself for more than two decades.you know, i think this guy likes us.
Outstanding theater artists who could work anywhere, including New York, decided to settle here, sink roots, buy houses, send their children to our schools, pay taxes. We developed a reputation for being a welcoming community with good, artist-friendly stage companies that received strong box office and fund raising support. Artists were respected and even cherished here.
It should come as no surprise that these favorable conditions affected what we saw on stage. A good work environment inspires the best in people and attracts others of superior talent.
this jaques fellow and i had a wee squabble a few years back – quite polite, nothing too serious, mind you, just a friendly tiff – over a review he'd written about a play i'd been planning to see. the play starred many of my dear, dear friends, and i was anxious to know what to say of their performances should i be forced to greet them at the stage door after the show.
this is the basic reason i read most theatre reviews: to memorize a line or two i can toss out post-performance while in the midst of hugging a sweaty ingenue. good or bad, it doesn't matter – i am a master at manipulating a review quote to make it seem perfectly appropriate, whatever the circumstances: "i thought you did so much more than posing, mary-ann!" or "goodness gary, you were better than broadway!" or my personal favorite, "oh, henry! i don't really think every quart of milk in a ten mile radius curdled when you began to sing!" and jaques' reviews were the best, a veritable fountain of stage door compliments, most of which i didn't even have to alter, except for the words i couldn't pronounce.
however, after reading this jaques' review – which contained a mere three sentence, one paragraph mention of which actors played which roles – i was stumped. jaques' article said nothing of the actor's accomplishments, nothing of the director's staging, it only listed their names (many of which i already knew, save that tall man with the beard.) that, and some cheap talk of a few pretty lights, a sharply focused gobo, some painted flats, and a pleasant curtain speech was all i got.
what was i to do?
i'll tell you what i did, i didn't go to see the play. i couldn't! instead, i sent a pissy little letter to the milwaukee journal/sentinel saying something incredibly wry, like, "after reading mr. jaques' lengthy review of "bladdy-blah-hoo-ha", i have no earthly idea if he thinks i should attend a performance of it or not. please tell mr. jaques for me, if i was interested in reading a book report on playwright applejack mc-twoshoes, i would have paid a visit to the local library." in my head, i pronounced "library" in that snotty, upper crust, british way - libry. libry. fuh-fuh. take that mr. reviewer guy, i thought.
several weeks later, i heard through a friend of a friend that jaques actually felt bad about the letter i'd sent.
"he read it!?" i shouted, incredulously.
"yes, and he felt quite bad."
being the stone cold, hard-as-a-rock, iceberg man that i am, i wept. immediately i felt a walloping sense of guilt for making the man feel bad.
"really? bad? he felt bad?"
"yes." i was told. "quite bad."
oh man.
cripes.
i didn't mean to make anyone feel bad.
oh hell.
so a day or so later i called him. i called damien jaques on the telephone and we talked about that horribly written review. after giving him a heartfelt apology (that i'd memorized earlier that day from a dear abby column in jaques' own newspaper) i decided to cut to the heart of the matter. "why, jaques!?" i demanded, "why did you write such a lame, flaccid review in the first place?"
"tony," he said – trying to butter me up by using my first name, a trick he learned, no doubt, from his days slumming with the likes of clair richardson – "i didn't think it was a very good production."
ah-ha! settled, i thought! finally, i had the truth! i pounced: "why the devil didn't you put that in the review, you dunderhead!" i may not have said dunderhead.
"because i have such great respect for all those people, every one of those actors, and the director, i just...i couldn't bring myself to write in a review what i really thought about the show. so i only talked about the things i liked."
now, you might be sitting there in milwaukee, relaxing in your boxers with your cat yawning at your side, and you might be reading this delightful anecdote thinking, "well the bastard didn't seem to mind giving me a crappy review for my performance in ziggity-do-dah-day!" and you're right. he did give you a crappy review. someday we'll talk about your stale, lifeless performance in ziggity-do-dah-day, but save that for another occasion. your birthday. purim.
apparently this production (and boy, am i'm going to get mail) was just so damned horrid, jaques couldn't do it. he couldn't bring himself to write that scathing, awful review.
because he cared too much about those actors.
and you know what i thought?
i thought, "i like this guy."
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