Skip to main content

Reactions to the Drama League Award Nominations

Last week the Drama League Award nominations were announced. Now, this is always a fun award that doesn't really mean anything because they seem to play by their own rules and basically nominate anyone who was merely competent on stage during the season (except bizarrely Ethan Slater, Denise Gough, and Carrie Coon. What's up with that?) And the award is usually given out as some kind of Lifetime Achievement Award.

So this year I suspect Glenda Jackson will win it for Three Tall Women. Which is...fine. I think it's an overrated performance in an overrated production but she's back on Broadway and she's had a storied career and this will probably be the last time she's on a New York stage. She's basically going to win the Tony for just showing up for a show that isn't a complete inessential bore (unlike the other potential Best Actress in a Play nominees) so why not give her the Drama League. (I think there are quite a few better performances from actresses in a play this season: Denise Gough, Carrie Coon, Billie Piper, Christine Lahti, Saycon Sengbloh, just to name a few.)

But who do I think should win?

Billy Crudup for Harry Clarke.

Of course the Drama League isn't going to go for someone in an off-Broadway show, let alone an off-Broadway play. But Billy's performance is terrific, and he is the show. The play isn't that strong or surprising but Billy makes it into great theater. Harry Clarke was a sold out hit at the Vineyard and was able to move to another theater for an extended run. This could be a lifetime achievement award of sorts, or rather a thank you, similar to when Liev Schreiber won it. Billy has been dedicated to the theater throughout his entire career, and no matter how much film and TV he does, it seems to be his first love. And he does it so well. And he's not like Denzel Washington who just comes back every few years and does a dusty old play that has no business being revived. Billy almost always does new works. What better person to celebrate this season?

And just for good measure, because we can't talk about 2017-2018 season without this man, I really do think Michael Urie is very deserving as well. He's nominated for two amazing (and two of the strongest of the season) performances for The Government Inspector and Torch Song. I would argue that those shows, both of which received raves and extensions and new lives beyond the originally scheduled runs, only really succeeded because of the terrific performance at the center. I didn't love The Government Inspector (it was too long and one-note) but I can't deny that Urie was hilarious and carried the show. And what more can be said about him in Torch Song? We should all feel lucky that we all get to see again when it transfer to Broadway in the fall.

But if these awards hardly ever acknowledge an off-Broadway performance, they're not going to recognize an actor who has some name recognition but is basically "oh, right, that guy" to the majority of America. Almost every winner is either a movie star or someone who has major crossover appeal.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Apologia by Alexi Kaye Campbell at the Roundabout Theatre Company

During the writing workshops I took as a student, writers were often told, "you have all of this information in your head but none of it is on the page. We don't know what you know." Someone should've said that to Alexi Kaye Campbell while writing his play Apologia . Apologia takes place in the English countryside house of expat Kristin Miller, who was some sort of political activist (just in title, we never really know what she does per say, but Vietnam is mentioned) and some sort of super famous art historian (I know what you're thinking: those exist?) who has written a memoir that excludes all mention of the sons she basically abandoned when they were children. Oh, yes, and it's her birthday, which is just an excuse for her family to gather at that very moment. Yes, this is a classic version of what I like to call a "family gathers, secrets revealed" play. So Kristin's son, the one who has his shit together, Peter, arrives with his Ameri...

Yerma by Simon Stone at the Park Avenue Armory

Simon Stone's new adaptation of Lorca's Yerma now playing at the Park Avenue Armory is one of the most interesting productions I've ever seen. Stone, who also directs, has created a unique vision and staging, and gets terrific performances by his cast (especially Billie Piper). Unfortunately his own adaptation lets the production down. Yerma has a simple plot: a woman wants to have a child, and the obsession over conceiving one completely takes over her life and ruins it. The Lorca original makes this a community and social issue; it is the woman's duty to provide her husband with an heir, and if she cannot, she will be ostracized by society. Stone's version has set it in the twenty-first century, a time during which is it not out of the ordinary for women to remain childless. Of course, some stigma still exists around women not becoming mothers (whether by choice or otherwise), no matter how much we tell ourselves that women have the choice to do whatever they wa...

Fireflies by Donja R. Love at the Atlantic Theater Company

Okay, look, I get it, two-handers are tough. You have two characters with which to tell your story, and you have to somehow tell this story with as little exposition as possible. You have to show, not tell. Are you listening, Donja Love? Love's current play, Fireflies , tells the story of a married African American couple in 1963. He's a preacher, traveling the southern part of the country to speak at the funerals of other African Americans who have died due to racial terrorism. (When the play begins, the church bombing that claimed the lives of four little girls in Birmingham has just occurs.) She's a doting and devoted housewife who goes so far as to write her husband's speeches and sermons for him. But what her husband, Charles, doesn't know is that she secretly smokes, she wants to abort the baby she's carrying, and she writes explicit letters to a woman she's in love with whom she only met once, briefly. Oh, and did I mention she, Olivia, has PTSD a...