Mishima and Williams Celebrated in P'Town

The 14th Annual 2019 Tennessee Williams Theater Festival

By: - Mar 14, 2020

Each year, for the past fourteen, David Kaplan, the curator and co-founder of the annual Tennessee Williams Theater Festival in Provincetown, has had the daunting and, as he might say, the blessed task of mounting a high-wattage festival that shines an incandescent light onto Williams’ fantastical multi-storied life and works.  

Guided by Kaplan’s fecund and fertile, a large staff, and a healthy parade of donors, organizations, volunteers, businesses, and theater companies from around the world – it does take a small army – the Festival has grown every year since its inception in quality, content, and audience attendance.

Nowhere, other than the cities of New Orleans and St Louis - both of which have their own annual Williams Festivals – can audiences get to grandly feast on a never-ending cornucopia of all things Tennessee.    

Lifting the Provincetown festival closer to heaven, and adding yet another notch on his belt, Kaplan surprised in September 2019 by paring the work of Tennessee Williams (1911-1983) with that of Japan’s complex author, poet, and film director Yukio Mishima (1925-1970).

In previous years Williams shared the Festival’s stages with just about everybody and everything that touched upon his life. But Mishima! Who knew?

Maybe a handful of people, other than Kaplan were cognizant of the Williams-Mishima connection and aware of their friendship which began in New York City in 1957. Aware of how much they had in common, And aware of their influence on each other.

No doubt, the majority of the Festival’s audiences  had a lot to learn which indeed we did.

To make sure we were brought up to snuff, even before we took to our seats, attendees were offered, on the first two days of the festival, a 90-minute Williams 101 presentation. Led by Hofstra University professor Patricia Navarra, her talk, complete with visual documentation, touched on Williams’ life, loves, writing, and  summers he spent in Provincetown when he wrote his first major plays, She covered  his relationship with Mishima (Given name Kimitake Hiraoka).

Even more enlightening was Kaplan’s eye-opening five-page essay in the Festival’s program. Titled  8 Questions You Might Ask,’ Kaplan discussed the relationship between Tennessee Williams and Mishima, listed facts about Mishima’s understanding of Williams’ plays and why so many of his characters  wear Kabuki robes and kimonos. He also touched on Mishima’s abhorrent ritualistic from Seppuku, his politics, and then related it all to what is has to do with us sitting in America now.

For those diehards who craved even more Williams, Kaplan’s 134-Page book “Tennessee Williams in Provincetownwas prominently featured for sale in the lobby of Town Hall as well as in the window of the Provincetown Bookstore. Fascinating, to say the least, I devoured it in one wonderful sitting. Armed to the hilt, I was now ready to face what turned out to be the most thrilling end of summer treat. 

Last year’s four-day festival (September 23-26) featured 70 events spread across the town in some 17 venues. Though the plays of Williams and Mishima – there were four by each – were the main draw, there was a superabundance of other events from which to choose.

Wanting to do everything, I found myself attending afternoon workshops on Noh, Kyogen, and Kabuki, the Japanese performance techniques employed by Williams and Mishima in their plays, an amazing Master Class conducted by actress Kathleen Turner. At the Festival’s opening and closing parties attendees get to mix with actor sand directors.  

Wanting to laze across the landscape like a Tennessee Williams character, I  stayed four extra days in town.

 I bought a leather belt with a silver tip at Cock and Bull, a pair of comfortable walking shoes at Hersheldons, and a necklace for a girlfriend at Hocus Pocus. I made several urgent trips, to Cabot Candy’s justly famous for hand-pulled salt water taffy

As luck would have it, among the two dozen or so art galleries in P-Town that I visited,  I found myself attending the opening of the New York City based, 85-year old figurative abstract painter Jay Milder at the Provincetown Art Association and Museum. Most importantly, these so-called free days of leisurely roaming allowed my body’s overstimulated mind to calm down and enjoy the town’s flora, fauna, and surrounding waters.     

Happily, most of the festival’s events were within walking distance. A couple of venues, due to my own tightly planned schedule, required a short $7 taxi ride to go from one end of town to the other. I had planned to see all eight plays as early in the day as possible so as to free up evenings for Provincetown’s highly-touted fine-dining restaurants.  

Excellent eateries, all within walking distance from the centrally located Airbnb where I was staying, are The Mews, Front Street, Ciro & Sal’s, 9 Ryder Seaside Dining, Napa’s, and the Lobster Pot, the majority situated along Commercial Street.

The plays on everybody’s must-see list, the only two full length plays during the Festival were Williams’ The Night of the Iguana which played once each of the 4 days at the Provincetown Theater, and Mishima’s camp classic Black Lizard which had a highly publicized ‘one time only’ staged reading at Town Hall on the Festival’s closing day.

The Night of The Iguana kicked off the festival with a special Wednesday, September 25 preview for sponsors and townies. Word quickly spread that this classic, brought from South Africa’s by Abrahamse and Meyer Productions, and directed in traditional Noh style by Fred Abrahamse, was a must-see. For those who do not remember the plot, and never saw the 1964 John Huston-directed movie starring Ricard Burton, Ava Gardner, and Deborah Kerr, was based on Williams 1961 play of the same name, it was catch-up time.

Here, Reverend T. Lawrence Shannon (Marcel Myers), a down and out defrocked Episcopal clergyman with a rumpled whiff of sex clinging to his clothes leads a bus load of middle-aged Baptist women from Texas on a tour of  Mexican religious historical sites.

Even before boarding an old-fashioned school bus, Shannon goes neck-to-neck with Judith Fellowes (Sarah MacDonnell) the pit-bull leader of the group. It seems Shannon’s gonads are being tweaked by Charlotte (Nell Hamilton), a young and nubile under-aged girl. And the feeling is mutual.

Of course, the extremely strident, and hyper-protective Fellowes swings into action with numerous threats including getting him fired from his tourist guiding job. 

Adding fuel to the fire, both the bus and the alcohol-loving Shannon break down outside Puerta Vallarta. Refusing to continue the tour, he ends up, with all of the women waiting on the bus, at his over-the-top friend Maxine Faulk’s (Gail Phaneuf) run-down motel. Soon after, an aging poet (Everett Quinton) and his guardian Hannah Jelkes (Bo Petersen) looking for a room arrive at this same motel. Thus, begins hot and heavy exchanges between all of the players, as the failures haunting their lives begin to surface.    

While the acting served the play well, all except for the two young native “beach boys” whose non-acting skills were annoyingly distracting, it was Bo Peterson’s gentle and realistic channeling of Jelkes, both mesmerizing and beautiful to watch, that brought the play closest to our hearts.

Adding a bit of comic relief, as Hannah Jelkes’ 97-year-old grandfather, referred to in the play as “the world’s oldest living practicing poet” was the perennial tic-laden role-milking performance of Everett Quinton, a longtime member of New York City’s Ridiculous Theatrical Company.

Another big ‘Word of Mouth’ draw was Mishima’s Black Lizard at Town Hall. Here the Diva Queen Yuhua Hamasaki, riding the crest of last year’s RuPaul’s Drag Race competition, along with her handsome romantic lead James Yaegashi better known for his reoccurring role as Robert Minoru in Hulu’s Runaways based on the Marvel Comics series, ruled the stage. Though billed as a staged reading most of the actors were off book.  

The plot is a cat and mouse story between the beautiful and cunning jewel thief Black Lizard (Yuhua Hamasaki), who tries to kidnap Sanae (Virginia Fuentes), a wealthy jeweler’s daughter, as part of a plot to steal the “Star of Egypt” diamond, and Akechi (James Yaegashi), a quickly hired famous detective dubbed “the Sherlock Holmes of Japan.” This sets off a take-no-prisoners duel, with the help of a super-fine supporting cast, between Black Lizard and Akechi in which each try to outwit the other. Of course, in the process the strategists fall in love.

The fun is found in a rolling cascade of breathtaking twists and turns that takes you to the edge of your seat.  

For those interested, the 1968 Japanese film “Black Lizard” (with English  subtitles), based on the play, can be seen on YouTube. It is fabulous camp at its most subtle. Towards the end of the film, for a split second if you don’t blink, a near-naked Mishima, well-known for his posing abilities, makes an appearance. His character: a beautiful man.  

My favorite play in the Festival was The Lighthouse, Mishima’s near-genius five-character, 75-minute one act play. Adapted by Mishima from Jean Racine’s five-act, 17th century tragedy Phèdre which itself is a retelling of the story of Phaedra from Greek mythology. Here the playwright explores the anxieties and repressed desires of the Kurokawa family.     

Produced by New York City based writer and actress Marissa Carpio, Lighthouse is brilliantly directed by Benny Sato Ambush from a new English translation by Laurence Kominz. Written in 1949 as a shingek, a Japanese theater form based on modern realism, Mishima updates the action of his play to shortly after World War II in American Occupied Japan. Using an all- Asian and Asian-American cast, the Lighthouse story unfolds beautifully. Adding much frisson to this production, since the play does take place at a seaside resort, was the venue which had us sitting on an outdoor terrace overlooking the Provincetown harbor.

Lighthouse centers on the young 25-year-old Noboru (Sam Hamashima), a recently discharged navy guy, and Isako (Lya Yanne), an attractive 30-year-old woman who married Noboru’s 60-something-year old widowed father Yukichi (Yoshiro Kono). Though silent, until it isn’t, it is obvious that a simmering sexual attraction which had some of us hedonists in the audience shifting in our seats - existed between them.

Also, in the mix, representing the innocence of youth, is Noboru’s teenage sister Masako (Haley Sakamoto) who is in the process of coming of age. All are vacationing on Oshima Island south of Tokyo when their repressed feelings begin to explode. So believably alive were the electrifying performances of the cast that the ghost of Mishima himself, both directing and playing every character on stage, seemed to be in the house.    

And Tell Sad Stories of The Death of Queens, William’s first known play set in the gay world was written in 1957 during the period when he was seeing a famously quack psychiatrist who told him that all of his troubles stemmed from living a gay life. Indeed, Williams was publicly closeted for most of his life, despite having a very public relationship with Frank Merlo for 15 years. This play, first produced in 2004 was kept in the closet, hidden until it resurfaced after Williams death in 1983. 

Brought to the festival by Philadelphia-based EgoPo Classic Theater, and directed by Lane Savadove Egopo’s Artistic Director, this 4-character, 50 minute one-act tragicomedy tells the story of Candy Delaney (a fabulous in-your-face Rob Tucker), a lonely and flamboyant New Orleans transvestite who picks up Karl (an appropriately menacing Nick Ware), a merchant marine in a gay bar.

Bringing him home to her well-appointed home, complete with a beautiful Japanese fantasy garden, a well-stocked bar, and pink rose petals scattered about the floor (Dane Eissler), Candy goes about wooing Karl, who is downing drink after drink, with stories of her successful interior design business, and ownership of three properties in the Quarter.  

Unexpectedly, Karl asks Candy, who is obviously gay to everybody in the audience, if she is queer. Her faster than a speeding bullet zinger, reminiscent of a Tallulah Bankhead comeback, “You can’t expect me to believe that a man shipping in and out of New Orleans for five years is still not able to recognize a queen in a gay bar,” filled the theatre with its biggest laugh.  

With offers of financial security being hinted at, Candy, still hot for the allegedly straight Karl, tells him that all she really wants is companionship, not sex. This said, with easy money on his mind, and many drinks under his belt, he eventually beds Candy. Sadly, the next day, despite early warnings about this relationship from Jerry Johnson (Charlie Barney) and Alvin Krenning (Kerry Jules), two of Candy’s drag queen tenants, violence rears its ugly head.   

Again, the venue’s Japanese flavored setting which had the audience, with the living room in the middle, facing each other, brought us dramatically into the play, not only as voyeurs but as invited guests of Candy’s. To heighten this effect Candy playing hostess galore handed a number of us a glass of sparking champagne.

Another imaginative eye-opening presentation, was the placement on the same bill of two different versions, helmed by two different directors, of Mishima’s short one-act play Busu (translated as delicious poison). This unique paring, holding court at Fishermen Hall, highlighted the difference between Ky?gen, the traditional Japanese comedic theater style with a wilder and the freewheeling contemporary version. Total running time for this intermissionless dual presentation was slightly over an hour.

Though the set, the actors’ rhythms, and their costumes differed in design for each version, the story for both is essentially the same. The traditional Ky?gen presentation, the staider of the two, was directed and translated by Laurence Kominz who heads the Ky?gen Company at Portland State University.

This version of the play opens innocently enough with two servants (Laura Dooley, Mark Hayes), lightly bantering among themselves. A strange, and seemingly out of place, black box is seen resting in the middle of the stage.  About to leave the house their master (Laurence Kominz) instructs his servants to guard this box, and under no circumstances open it, otherwise a poisonous death residing in the box will do them in.

As expected, after their master leaves an insatiable curiosity takes over. The fun is in watching them planning their invasion of the box. At the end of it all, surprisingly so, for both the servant and the audience, the black box, fortified by the power of belief alone, turned out to be empty.      

The freewheeling contemporary Busu, wilder by half than the traditional interpretation incorporated the use of eurythmics (the art of interpreting music by rhythmical free-style bodily movement), vaudeville-like slapstick, and a musical score, moved the action of the play from a rich man’s house to an antique shop.

Translated by Donald Keene and directed by Daniel Irizarry the artistic director of One-Eighth Theater in New York City, featured Charlie Munn and Michael Leonard as shop assistants, and Irizarry doing double duty as Raspotinov the shop’s owner. In this version, the mysterious box was filled with green Jell-O which the hungry assistants quickly lapped up.

The Lady Aoi, an otherworldly tale by Mishima, also housed at the Provincetown Theater, is a modern version of a 15th century classical Noh drama. The original story has its roots in one of Japan’s most legendary novel, The Tale Of Gengi written by Murasaki Shikibu, a poet and lady-in-waiting of the Imperial court of Japan, in the early years of the 11th century.

Translated by Donald Keene and directed by Fred Abrahamse Lady Aoi is the 2nd play brought to this year’s festival by Fred Abrahamse’s and Marcel Meyer’s South African production company.  

Of all the plays on view, thanks to the production’s use of a puppet as  the central eye-catching figure, characters wearing masks, an eerie set featuring a hospital bed surrounded by flowing diaphanous curtain, and a revenge-seeking ghost (Marcel Meyer) given to haunting a comatose Lady Aoi (the puppet in the play), was the most shiver-producing play in the Festival. The very versatile Meyer also plays the hospital’s weird nurse.    

Also putting in an unexpected visit to the hospital is Hikaru Wakabayashi (Justin Chevalier). Lady Aoi’s husband, who may or may not have had a relationship with the nightly visiting ghost lady. This not knowing whether or not what we are watching and hearing is real, imagined, a heated dream, or all three, keeps us on our toes. I am guessing that this feverish and pulsating ambiguity, which keeps the audience on tenterhooks is the point of the play.  

Another letter-perfect 80-minute paring was that of Williams’ 1943 short story, Angel In The Alcove narrated by Marios Mettis with Airing Old Clothes, a Runn Shayo dance performance based on five haikus written when Mishima was sixteen. These haikus, which may have been inspired by stories told to him by his aristocratic grandmother, talk about finding a stain of perfume on an old ballgown, distant horses gathering for a ball, and fireflies released during this celebration.

Brought to the festival by the Cyprus based Poreia Theatre Group, and directed by Anthoullis Demosthenous (he also did the lights and costumes) the story of the Angel In The Alcove is a beautiful blending of the spiritual with faith in afterlife.

The story takes us to the darkened hallways of a rooming house in French Quarter of New Orleans, not unlike one that Williams most likely stayed at himself. Here we meet a young artist surrounded by a harridan landlady given to paranoia, a next-door neighbor thirsting for love-making, and a shimmering angelic figure who only appears in an alcove when the light is just right.

Though the narrator does not go into minute detail, Williams erotically- tinged language tells us that sexual union with his neighbor, tubercular young artist who entered his room was indeed consummated. “I want to, I want to,” the neighbor whispered. “So, I lay back and let him do what he wanted to until he was finished. I felt that the angel in the alcove permitted the act to occur and had neither blamed nor approved, and so I went off to sleep.”

Much of the strength of the “Angel” adaptation stemmed from the ingenious set design by Antonis Neophytou which elevated dancer-choreographer Runn Shayo’s half-naked Christ-like performance which was as close to heaven as one can get without dying.

Accompanied by Rachmaninoff’s Vespers, smells of incense, candles, strategically placed crosses and paper bags, each marked with one of the seven deadly sins turned Shayo’s nimble dance-like movements, into a ritualistic church pageant. Its ending, lost on nobody, had Shayo standing with tilted head, and arms outstretched, in front of a large cross.         

Another visually wonder-filled one-act play whose story-telling power was greatly enhanced by its innovative mixture of Japanese kamishibai style (storytelling with drawings), two-and three-dimensional puppets, and hand held Noh-inspired masks, was Tennessee William’s The Lady From The Village of Falling Flowers.  

Written around 1930 while Williams was studying journalism at the University of Missouri and left unpublished when he died in 1963, Falling Flowers, was brought to Provincetown by Washington DC’s Spooky Action Theater in 2019, where it was the Festival’s 13th premiere of a William’s play.  

The beauty of Falling Flowers, in addition to being performed amongst the outdoor greenery at Wa Garden, was in the play’s use of three different visual ways of telling of its story. The first scene, looking like a traditional kamishibai play, introduces cut-out two dimensional puppets. The second scene moves its telling to miniature three-dimensional puppets, while the third uses hand-held Noh-inspired masks.  

Inspired from a character from The Tale Of Genji, Falling Flowers, adapted, directed, and designed by the extremely inventive Natsu Onoda Power – she even built the set – tells the story of the unmarried Emperor Nijo (Dylan Arredondo) and his annoyance at his prime minister Kamo (Jared H. Graham) who is unable to write a poem in tribute to the orange trees while the blossoms are in bloom. Not missing a beat, in a tit for tat, Kamo lets it be known that Nijo’s court is not happy with the emperor’s bachelor status.

A deal is quickly arrived at with the Emperor promising to marry any woman who can compose a poem that captures the beauty of the orange blossoms before the sun rise “so that they will smell as delicious a thousand years from now as they smell on this evenings wind.” As to be expected, who wouldn’t want to marry an emperor, a number of awful poems were put forth.

In a jubilant fairy tale ending which brings to mind Cinderella’s being saved by a perfect-fitting glass slipper just in the nick of time, Falling Flowers ends happily, for all involved, with a winning poem being submitted by the very beautiful Princess Musaki (Melissa Carter).

The 2020 - 15th Annual Tennessee Williams Theater Festival in Provincetown titled Censorship will be held from Thursday September 24 through Sunday, September 27, 2020. The full line-up of shows in the 15th Provincetown Tennessee Williams Theater Festival will be announced at the annual Gala in Provincetown on Saturday, May 30, 2020. For more information about the festival, and how to purchase festival passes, log onto their website

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