Critics bemoan today’s trend of making new musicals out of hit movies, because too often the end result is a product that creates buzz and makes money, but isn’t compelling or even very interesting_- at least not intellectually. Often not artistically, either.
Diner, unfortunately, proves to be the latest case in point. A lot of time, effort and money went into a stage adaptation of Barry Levinson’s critically acclaimed 1982 film. Accomplished Tony-winning director and choreographer Kathleen Marshall was enlisted to flesh out the stories and freshen up the material for a live environment. Marshall and Levinson, who adapted his script, charged the equally accomplished Grammy-winning pop star Sheryl Crow to write original music and lyrics capturing the 1950s, when an edgier pop sound was just starting to find flavor out of a stew of R&B, blues and country.
In the end it’s only the music that lives up to the challenge. Through Crow’s score, we meet several of the women factoring into the lives of the young men, who were the film’s sole focus. Chances are you’ll even end up caring more about the women as written here. The men seem thoroughly stuck in a sexist time warp, unwilling, maybe even unable, to understand women and relationships — and expressing no broader sense of life’s meaning and purpose. By the time the first act ends in jail, after the surreal destruction of a nativity scene, these one-dimensional male characters are almost as much of a joke as the depicted three wise men — and every bit as unfunny.
If only more of the action took place within the stage’s handsomely realized art deco diner (designed by Derek McLane with assist from James Kronzer). If only there were more character development, and conversations about characters instead of just sex, love and football. And if only Signature’s great star Nova Y. Payton wasn’t wasted as an ensemble player who, as a stripper, shows off more of her skin than her vocal range.
“Gotta lotta woman,” Payton sings in one of the show’s last numbers. But sometimes a lotta anything, or a lotta everything, still isn’t enough.
Diner () runs to Jan. 25 at Signature Theatre, 4200 Campbell Ave., Arlington. Tickets are $40 to $95. Call 703-820-9771 or visit signature-theatre.org.
On January 9, Chief Judge Danny Reeves struck down Biden administration rules that embraced a broader interpretation of Title IX, a 1972 law prohibiting sex-based discrimination in federally-funded educational settings.
Under Biden's expanded interpretation of Title IX, LGBTQ students can potentially sue if they believe they have been subjected to injustices, such as being bullied or banned from certain spaces because of their sexual orientation or gender identity.
The rules were introduced in the spring of 2024 and were quickly challenged by GOP attorneys general in Kentucky, Tennessee, Ohio, Indiana, Virginia, and West Virginia, who have argued that "sex" refers only to biological sex as observed at the time of a person's birth.
America First Legal Foundation, a right-wing legal group, has called on the U.S. Department of Education to investigate whether five Northern Virginia school districts -- Arlington, Alexandria, Fairfax, Loudoun, and Prince William County -- are violating Title IX by allowing transgender individuals to use restrooms that match their gender identity.
Title IX prohibits sex-based discrimination in educational institutions that receive federal funds.
Most conservatives argue that the statute should only protect individuals who are discriminated against based on their assigned sex at birth.
Max Wolf Friedlich's probing paranoid thriller JOB wastes no time dropping its audience into a harrowing standoff already in progress. Inside a seemingly warm, cozy office, Jane, a young woman in jeans and a hoodie, portrayed with riveting intensity by Jordan Slattery, aims a gun at Loyd, a slightly older, unarmed man (Eric Hissom), who can only try to persuade her not to do what she appears intended to do.
Of course, it's the old "you might be wondering how we got here" gotcha, and it's effective here. The audience will have to wait to see if Loyd's persuasive powers can outrace Jane's trigger finger. First, Friedlich takes us back, not to the beginning, but to some point before, inside this office, when this life-or-death scenario would have seemed inconceivable, at least to Loyd.
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