Streets of Theater

Off the boulevard and on the street, plays that touch on the real world

A positive sign in South Florida's stage scene is the vitality of its fringe community, individual artists and tiny companies that create a range of intriguing, unique projects. But much of this flies under the radar of the major media and most theatergoers; searching out this kind of show takes some effort. The runs are short, there's no money for media buys, and the venues often are cramped and set in out-of-the-way corners -- studios, clubs, sometimes on the street itself.

One ongoing venue for offbeat theater is Drama 101, the former theatrical bookstore that now focuses on presenting events. Drama 101 sits on Biscayne Boulevard as part of a funky complex that houses artists' studios fashioned from former motel rooms. Several performance groups use the tiny theater space, which currently is occupied by the Juggerknot Theatre Company's Jazz Like a Drug.

Welcome to the Dirty Crawfish, a dark, smoky nightclub in Sugar Hill, Georgia, and have a seat at one of the pizza-size cocktail tables. On a teeny stage, a chanteuse croons some standards, while the harried club manager, Mr. Gusteau, anxiously awaits the arrival of his headliner, whose flight "direct from Las Vegas" has been delayed. When the star fails to show, Gusteau orders a tired waitress, Marla Hutchinson, to get up to sing a few songs. Marla protests but has no choice -- it's sing or lose her job.

Tanya Ruiz, Ramin Khosmani, and Kirsi Hiekka play on the street in a designer's tale
Tanya Ruiz, Ramin Khosmani, and Kirsi Hiekka play on the street in a designer's tale


Written by April Henry, directed by Mike Maria. With Elda Elisa Brouwer, April Henry, Christopher Kurtz, Mike Maria, Aubrey Siobhan Zappolo, and Carlos Diaz Serapion. Through January 27. Presented by Juggerknot Theatre Company at Drama 101, 6789 Biscayne Blvd; 305-448-0569. Couturier Written and directed by Jim Tommaney. With Luis Fontanzezzi, Kirsi Hiekka, Ramin Khosmani, Tanya Ruiz, and Julio Scardino. Through February 3. Presented by EDGE/Theatre, EspaŮola Way and Drexel Avenue, Miami Beach; 305-531-6083 or 954-733-8735.

With her wild mop of blond curls, runs in her stocking, and bruises on her arms, Marla is no glamour gal. And when she opens her mouth, she doesn't even seem blond: Abandoned as a baby and adopted by black parents, Marla talks and acts "black" and has been roundly rejected by both races. Marla tells the audience her tale of woe and abuse, interspersing it with an array of soulful tunes to music director Christopher Kurtz's piano accompaniment: "Respect," "Try a Little Tenderness," "God Bless the Child," "At Last," "Oh Happy Day." Although her life has been hard, Marla transcends it when she raises her voice in song.

Jazz Like a Drug, which runs under one hour, essentially is a monologue with a half-dozen songs mixed in. Written and performed by April Henry, it is, of course, a showcase for her performing talents, which are notable. Henry's acting is emotionally grounded, and she knows how to handle a crowd when she makes some improvised forays into the audience. She also is adept at the soul, blues, and gospel songs she delivers with power and emotion. The show itself is intriguing but feels unfinished. The backwater Georgia setting isn't given much attention -- save for Henry, no one bothers with any sort of credible regional accent. Henry's "white soul sista" concept seems rather farfetched and may come off as objectionable to some.

But give Henry credit for directly confronting issues about race. And she's on to something with regard to class and the American penchant for mistaking class warfare for simple racial prejudice. The chanteuse (a nice cameo by Elda Elisa Brouwer, the company's managing director), dressed in a slinky gown and a boa, sings "classy tunes" and is scheduled to appear at her late-night gig, singing at the local country club. Meanwhile work-weary Marla, an anonymous nobody, slings drinks. When the belligerent club boss orders Marla to perform, she can't object, even when he angrily throws a glass of water in her face. Desperate to cling to her menial job, Marla has no power, no voice. Her racial identity may be confused but her social station is very clear: When her singing earns her the respect and attention of the audience, she's yanked from the spotlight as soon as the scheduled star finally arrives. In that moment all the joy and life seem to rush out of her, and she shuffles off the stage, back to her life of sorrow.

Henry hasn't sorted through the crosscurrents of race and class (who has?), but those currents make Jazz Like a Drug a show with significant potential. For now, though, Henry's soulful performance is well worth the trip into Marla's black and bluesy world.

What comes first, a quaint locale or artistic ferment? Hemingway used to claim that he went to live in Paris's Rive Gauche because it was cheap. But if that were all there was to it, he would have stayed in northern Michigan, and the Oklahoma panhandle would be a hotbed of creativity. The truth is that while artists need cheap rent, food, and stimulants, they also are drawn to colorful areas. So it's not altogether odd that when the EDGE/Theatre decided to move its ongoing production, Couturier, back to South Beach, the company set up shop on Española Way (visually the artsiest street in greater Miami and the site of EDGE's former studio space) before high rents drove it out.

Two blocks south of Lincoln Road -- a short but sweet block of cafés, live jazz and flamenco, galleries, and street artists -- Española Way is what Gapped-out, Pottery Barn-barded Lincoln Road should be but isn't. The narrow street, framed by two- and three-story buildings with balconies, looks (intentionally) like it just dropped in from Provence or Spain.

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