The defining moment of “Forever Tango” is the opening production number that takes place in a bordello. The men wear pin stripes, black cravats, Borsalino hats and menacing looks, and the women, in slinky gowns, move among them, sometimes passing bills to the pimp. The language is tango, as the men and women interact with the circles and twists and back kicks that define this dance.
Aug 28, 2013 — Since it’s the 50th anniversary, I’m writing a brief remembrance about the March on Washington. I’d been in Jackson, Mississippi, for a year, editing the “Mississippi Free Press,” a civil rights weekly. In August 1963, I took a bus home to New York, stopping at the March, which friends of mine had helped organize.
In 1960, I was among a handful of college students who volunteered at the 125th Street offices of “The Committee to Defend Martin Luther King and the Struggle for Freedom in the South.” The sit-ins had started, southern sheriffs were brutalizing protesters, and King had been arrested and would be released on the intervention of President Kennedy. The committee had been organized in Harry Belafonte’s New York apartment and was run by Bayard Rustin, a pacifist and King’s leading strategist. One of the “older” activist volunteers was Michael Harrington, 33, a writer who used his pen to help the campaign. Rustin was also the lead organizer of the 1963 March on Washington, which I attended.
Delicious surreal theatrical games are featured in Tennessee Williams’ Southern Gothic drama of brother and sister actors of a failed theater company where the characters in a play-within-a-play mirror the duo’s real-life desperation.
Williams, the famous chronicler of Southern psychological disintegration, goes one better by giving the neurotic pair, Clare (Amanda Plummer) and Felice (Brad Dourif), a life as absurd as in the interior play. The actors are brilliant in the expression of their characters’ neuroses.
Tiny white figures move over projected scenes on the high perpendicular wall of a former factory. The figures appear to catch and throw boxes from a conveyer belt. The video changes from the factory to a prison to a road with speeding cars that seem to run over the curious shapes.
The music is clanging, electronic, repetitive, sometimes with an Asian or African feel. The white forms scamper over the wall, sometimes appearing to be at 90-degree angles to the ground. We can see thin black ropes that keep the spectacular gymnastic dancers defying gravity.