Los Angeles Theater Review: ABOVE THE FOLD (Pasadena Playhouse)

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BELOW THE FOLD

Above the Fold, a new play making its debut at the Pasadena Playhouse, has two major flaws that result in an evening of uninspired theater: both a lack of credibility and compelling dramatic action.

Written by former The New York Times reporter-turned-playwright Bernard Weinraub, Above the Fold follows a journalist from a major New York newspaper who covers a racially explosive alleged-rape case at a Southern university fraternity house. It was inspired by a 2006 criminal case in which three members of the Duke University lacrosse team in North Carolina were accused of raping an African Mark Hildreth and Taraji P. Henson in ABOVE THE FOLD at the Pasadena PlayhouseAmerican student from another university who worked as a stripper. All charges were eventually dropped, and a state investigation concluded there had been no rape or assault.

That the Duke University incident created a media frenzy and inflamed racial tensions is unquestionable. And undoubtedly, the case could make for a compelling stage drama exploring issues of media bias and the human fallout from that.

But you won’t find it in Above the Fold, a  title which refers to front-page placement of a story on the top half of the paper. To begin with, it’s hard to believe that the protagonist (Jane, played by Oscar-nominee Taraji P. Henson) is really a reporter with what is almost certainly – though not stated explicitly – The New York Times. Her reporting methods are so shoddy and so implausible, her choice of adjectives in her story so inflammatory, that it’s hard to believe her stories would get past an editor (and indeed, an editor, played by Arye Gross, is actually coaching her).

Taraji P. Henson and Kristy Johnson in ABOVE THE FOLD at the Pasadena Playhouse.Examples abound, including an early scene in which she interviews the district attorney (Mark Hildreth as Lorne) and feeds him the quotes she wants. And when she finally does interview the alleged rapists, who claim innocence and who reveal that not all is as it seems with these frat boys, she doesn’t even file a story, but reduces them to four words in an article: “The students deny it.”

The playwright would have us believe that news organizations have an agenda and are incapable of reporting objectively, and that many reporters, fueled by blind ambition, will put aside their journalistic training and ethics if it serves their own purpose. Indeed, Jane wants to be sent to Afghanistan and eventually be on the masthead of the paper as a major editor, and sees her North Carolina reporting as her ticket.  I could buy that argument if we were talking about almost all television, most bloggers, perhaps even smaller newspapers or sensational ones like the New York Post. But The New York Times?

Taraji P. Henson and Arye Gross in ABOVE THE FOLD at the Pasadena Playhouse.Admittedly, I have my own bias, having been a newspaper reporter for 10 years in the late 70s through the late 80s and a Los Angeles Times freelancer for several years during the 90s. (And yes, I’m aware that the industry has gone through huge changes, but I still read reputable papers and can clearly see that solid journalism still survives.) So, I’m probably much less forgiving of these script transgressions than the average audience member.

But putting aside the credibility issue, a far bigger problem with Above the Fold is its absence of compelling drama. We don’t really care about these characters. Sure, Jane struggles as she starts to see holes in the alleged rape victim’s story (though she eventually sells out to get that coveted foreign correspondent post). But we don’t really connect in an emotional way with that struggle. If we had seen the consequences of her reporting on the alleged rapists – and one of them has an intriguing back story that could have been the springboard to a much more interesting play – we might care more.

Having little to work with, the actors do a serviceable job under  Steven Robman’s direction,  but don’t rise above the material given them. As Monique, the stripper, Kristy Johnson gives the strongest performance, most likely because she is well Taraji P. Henson in ABOVE THE FOLD at the Pasadena Playhouse.drawn by the playwright.

A set consisting of suspended TV and iPhone screens, complete with news crawl, doesn’t do anything to add to the production, nor does it provide any new insight into what we already know about media frenzies. (I suspect Jeffery P. Eisenmann’s  set design also plays into an ancillary theme in the play, that of the demise of newspapers. Unfortunately, that theme is simply tacked on to the narrative and has no resonance in the context of the play.)

Weinraub is new to playwriting – this is his second play. Let’s hope that next time he can draw upon a lengthy and interesting career covering world affairs, presidential campaigns and Hollywood and come up with a story that would indeed – at least metaphorically speaking – merit coverage above the fold.

(L-R) Taraji P. Henson, Seamus Mulcahy, Joe Massingill and Kristopher Higgins in ABOVE THE FOLD at the Pasadena Playhouse.

photos by Jim Cox

Above the Fold
Pasadena Playhouse
39 South El Molino Avenue
scheduled to end on February 23, 2014
for tickets, call 626-356-7529 or visit www.PasadenaPlayhouse.org

4 Comments

  1. Alfonso on February 1, 2020 at 1:28 pm

    Those puppets are hard to forget! This show was uncomfortably fun.

  2. Mary Williamson on February 17, 2020 at 10:18 pm

    After seeing this mean-spirited and pointless abomination vomited upon the Carl Sagan-Ann Druyan Theater in Los Angeles the other night, anyone else still having their soul intact upon sharing my same misfortune will likely feel as compelled to speak out immediately against its continuation anywhere, anytime — Beware! The GLOVE also does not fit anyone. There is no love. Please stop!

    FTLOAG is a definite all-time low point for Los Angeles theater. Bad is simply bad, nothing more. This is that bad.

    Despite that, one could not help but feel empathy for the hungry actors on stage and the other, behind the scenes, people involved in this sorry mess. One could guess they are all probably just needing the work. They did their best trying to polish Nitzberg’s turd. Unfortunately, they are all now cursed forever to have this utter embarrassment on their resumes. On the bright side, anything next will be a step up for them.

    On the other hand, we soldiers of theater can only pray that Julien Nitzberg and his adolescent and poorly executed alien farce will quickly leave our Earthly orbit forever. These same best wishes extend out to any other desperate miscreants choosing to associate themselves with this oozing crap. After the cringingly stinky, geek-bro misstep I witnessed, they all best be scurrying right back into the dark and unknown holes they crawled out of. It is too shameful for print what this torturous non-production really says about the psyches of these predatory cockroaches.

    Mr. Nitzberg, please don’t subject us to your masturbatory teenage wet dreams on any stage anymore. I beg you!

    For The Love Of A Glove comes highly NOT recommended by this witness to its on stage massacre. Do yourself a favor and step right over it, like any other POS. For The Love Of A Glove is pure trash!

  3. Cynthia on March 2, 2020 at 2:00 pm

    I saw the show twice and I’m a huge fan. The cast is insanely talented, the social critique is on point, and the whole production is perfectly weird and wonderful. Mr. Nitzberg, I hope your show is extended and I beg you to write more!!

    ‘Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” — Banksy

  4. Gloward on March 6, 2020 at 9:59 pm

    So, wait…did ya like it?

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