Let me begin this review by saying that I fully support what Hurrah
Players does. I think it is a wonderful organization that does an
excellent job of integrating children and their parents into the
performing arts. Their goal is to provide low cost, quality
entertainment to the families of Hampton Roads, as well as classes and
training that, for some of their performers, takes them to professional
careers. They give to the community constantly with their talent and
time. This may sound like an excuse to be able to rip into a great and
established organization, and you may be right, but there are a few
things I wonder about having seen their most recent production Freedom
is My Middle Name.
This did not seem like the typical Hurrah show. There was no Hugh. Nor
was there a table of happy parents hawking stuffed animals and raffle
tickets. In fact, there was no one there at all other than the Roper
staff and the performers, who introduced the show and plugged their
sponsors by reading off the large placards held by the sugary toothed
kids. The director, who also starred in the piece, stumbled through his
curtain speech by stating they had rehearsed this roughly two hour piece
for four weeks. I knew I was in for it. He plugged Hurrah's next show,
Aladdin, which has the same $10 tickets for the kids, $17 for adults, oh
and premium seats are over $20. Wow, that's more than the Generic
charges... (If this is family theater to provide a chance to see a play
for those who otherwise can't usually go...why gouge the parents? After
all, aren't they bringing a van of kids anyway?)
After a few other bits of business, like announcing there was no
intermission, the curtain opened on a bare stage. Well, bare except for
a beat up platform with a set of escape stairs sitting on it. This
platform was present for the whole show, upstage center with a keyboard
sitting on it. This keyboard was played by a young man, who filled in
time between musical bits by listening to his Ipod and joking/gesturing
to his buddies in the wings. At least we didn't miss the jokes; we
could actually hear them as the actors' mikes were left on when they
were offstage several times. Most of the time, this musician followed
the show, or sighed heavily and looked up at the lights or out at the
audience. This was very distracting....after all, if the show doesn't
interest the people involved in it...why broadcast that to the audience?
But then the performances themselves were standard fare, community folks
that make up for stiffness and stereotypes by using lots of gestures.
Did I mention the Black History Play began with the playing of the
Urinetown cast album? The song "Run, Freedom Run" opened the show. All
four minutes of blackout of it. Despite the copyright violation, the
intention is way off. The song is used in Urinetown to describe as the
character Bobby puts it what happens in the "hotness of battle". The
irony is he is describing an act of cowardice. To survive and find
freedom, you have to run away like Scooby and Shaggy, instead of
confronting and fighting an enemy. Not exactly the message I'd want to
pass to my children.
Lee Hunkins' script itself is not the best, and the four weeks of
rehearsal was not enough to make something come out of it.  Lee Hunkins' script itself is not the best, and the four weeks of
rehearsal was not enough to make something come out of it. There are
three storylines: a group of kids that have to do a Black History
project, a story of slaves escaping a plantation, and the story of the
first African American Nurse. These stories are barely connected
together by a fictitious(?) and deceased Stagecoach Mary who never
really is identified or described. She freezes the students in time so
that they can apparently through theatrical osmosis absorb the other
narratives. The characters themselves are all stereotypes of what we
come to hate about the same old history lessons that even the student
characters complain about.
Slow pacing, splotchy lighting, and poor staging rounded out this show,
which at curtain call, even the actors looked ready to leave. Not a good
sign. Much like the "Happy Chanukah My Friend" skit that precedes
Hurrah's Christmas show, this production seemed like Afterthought
Theater. When a group like Hurrah can do such a large scale show so
well puts out a piece like this, I wonder what they are trying to say,
or even if they are saying anything at all.
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