Sunday, August 9, 2020

272. JAMES JOYCE MEMORIAL LIQUID THEATRE. From my (unpublished) ENCYCLOPEDIA OF THE NEW YORK STAGE, 1970-1975

 

JAMES JOYCE MEMORIAL LIQUID THEATRE [Musical Revue/Youth] CN/D: Steven Kent; M: Jack Rowe, Robert Walker, Lance Larsen; S/L: Donald Harris;; P: Brooke Lappin and Bruce Bassman i/a/w Michael Edlin; T: Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum (OB); 10/11/71-3/15/72 (189)

An army of young “performers” participated in this unusual “revue” originated by the Company Theatre of Los Angeles and brought to New York following its West Coast success. It played within the perfectly suitable basement arena of the Guggenheim Museum.

This barely theatrical venture provided more of an evening at a party than one at a play. Structured as a freeform assortment of Happening-like games, sensory awareness, trust exercises, and dancing, the show created an atmosphere faintly tinged with the aura of Eros. However, it rarely ever got truly sexy. John Simon, disappointed by this anticlimactic turn of events, snapped: “it all is so tepid, disinfected, [and] housebroken that it does not arouse latent eroticism of any kind, even the healthiest.”

More than 90 percent of the program was of the audience participation sort, though spectators were not disturbed if they chose to watch quietly from the sidelines. The performers were gentle and appealing youths, who guided the games and exercises and did them with the small groups into which the audience—with couples separated—was divided. Throughout most of it, “folk, pop, simulated Indian, and rock” music, as Edith Oliver enumerated the styles, was played. The audience participated sans shoes, which were checked with other belongings in the upstairs lobby.

The group therapy-like experience (“It is the best-natured and cheapest psychotherapy in town,” noted Henry Hewes) was largely nonverbal. There were two actual bits performed for the audience. One was a song sung by a young woman; the other was a comic pantomime about the creation of man and woman.

Lighting, music, sensitivity games, touching and groping, tasting and smelling, did not add up to a satisfying theatre event for some critics. “The phenomenon is of sociological rather than artistic interest,” wrote Harold Clurman. But Martin Gottfried thought the company had created “one of its special accomplishments . . . and only a grouch would not be reached by it.”