LOOKINGGLASS ALICE (2022)

Author’s Note

This is a post I initially penned last year, but never quite got around to finishing because, well, there was no way anyone could see it as the production had closed and there are usually a number of years between when it’s produced again. However, now you can stream it via the WTTW website!


Those around me know I’m a curmudgeon when it comes to ALICE IN WONDERLAND. It’s not because I believe Lewis Carroll’s story is overrated trash best left in the past. That would be foolish. It is a brilliant foundational text; a complex piece that entertains and enlightens no matter your age.

However, I do feel that referencing ALICE hallmarks are often used as an artistic crutch. Someone slaps a ‘DRINK ME’ tag into a work or mentions ‘rabbit hole’ and it’s meant as a wink and then all of the sudden the work takes on a deeper meaning without having to imbue your own.

So, last year when I read that Chicago’s LOOKINGGLASS THEATRE was reviving their signature take on ALICE IN WONDERLAND — LOOKINGGLASS ALICE — I reluctantly resigned myself to attending, albeit to their final performance on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was surrounded by painted-up wide-eyed youths and then I remembered that oh, right, ALICE IN WONDERLAND is first and foremost a cautionary tale for youths, one that’s mostly been reappropriated by adults for the reasons listed above.

Like I said: I am a curmudgeon.

If you aren’t familiar with LOOKINGGLASS THEATRE, it’s a relatively small but celebrated Tony-award winning theatre. It can accommodate a few hundred folks and is located in downtown Chicago, in the infamous Chicago Water Tower, part-and-parcel of the legacy of the Great Chicago Fire that razed most of the city. However, the limestone-constructed Water Tower survived.

LOOKINGGLASS is a theater-in-the-round in a maximal way; they don’t constrain themselves to the main floor, but frequently utilize the entire space, weaving their way through the audience to the rafters before sinking into the subterranean basement.

As you might suspect by the name, LOOKINGGLASS ALICE is “one of their signature shows”, and what a show it is. Not only is it extraordinarily physical and features numerous upbeat songs, it is often very melancholy, even when reveling in acrobatics and circus spectacle and elaborate, inventively whimsical costumes.

There’s one scene where Alice ascends before going down the rabbit hole and the actor grabs and grapples through three tiers of rope, all swinging and twisting and twirling and contorting herself while singing at the same time. It is jaw-dropping and intensely emotion and satisfyingly effective.

While the production traffics in a lot of expertly crafted kid-pleasing numbers that some might find abrasive and somewhat puerile — such as ones from TweedleDee/TweedleDumb and The Caterpillar — those numbers serve to heighten the reflective bits.

One personal note: there’s a scene where the White Night is talking to Alice. He removes his elaborate helmet and hands it a front-row audience member. For that final performance, I just happened to be that audience member.

After three months of very sweaty performances, it was very fragrant. Also, it was very warm.

The White Knight exits the scene and doesn’t return for some time and when he does, he climbs onto an extremely tall unicycle, riding around the stage all while talking at Alice.

After holding the helmet for a good ten or fifteen minutes, I wondered whether it was a production error because, again: final performance, Sunday afternoon. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen performers flub a line or miss a mark or be visibly hungover during the last show.

You can find out for yourself whether it was or was not an error, and you don’t even have to visit Chicago or even leave your house to do so! Our local PBS station WTTW aired a finely produced live-with-audience production of LOOKINGGLASS ALICE that was recorded last year. You can stream it at the WTTW site!

DANCE, GIRL, DANCE (1940)

Programming note: NaNoWriMo is over, and I hit my goal! That said, now I’m on the wane, so posts will be intermittent until 2022.

I’m embarrassed to say that this film wasn’t on my radar until Turner Classic Movies featured Maureen O’Hara’s monologue in one of their ‘monthly promotional vignettes’. I quickly snapped up the Criterion Blu-Ray and wow, I’m glad I did. This is a bold, brazen film from one of the most prolific women Hollywood directors, Dorothy Arzner, based on a text by Vicki Baum.

It’s the story of two dancers from a ramshackle dance troupe that specialized in burlesque which had the misfortune to be preemptively dissolved. The star of the troupe, Bubbles (Lucille Ball), goes on to have an exceptionally popular mainstream striptease career under the name of Tigerlily White, and she enlists fellow prior troupe-mate Judy (Maureen O’Hara), a woman with aspirations to be a ballerina, to serve as her ‘stooge’, where Judy dances her high art act while the audience boos and jeers here in order to tease Tigerlily White’ return to the stage.

If you only know Lucille Ball from I LOVE LUCY, she had quite the career as a supporting film actor prior to her sitcom career — she had a few stand-out roles in noirs like Douglas Sirk’s LURED (1947), and also held her own against Katharine Hepburn in the extremely entertaining STAGE DOOR (1937). While it was an earlier film for Maureen O’Hara — she was coming off of JAMAICA INN and THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME — she brings her A-game to this.

Ultimately, DANCE, GIRL, DANCE is a powerful film about exploitation and appeasement and the willingness to settle, to be content to not attempt to rise above your current station, and it is not subtle or apologetic about it. For its time, hell, even now, it is an astounding work from Dorothy Arzner who, sadly, has been mostly forgotten by film academics. (Thankfully, not all.)

Dorothy Arzner was the first woman sound director and, for many years, the only woman director in Hollywood. Not only that, she was as unapologetically openly gay as you could be back then, hair shorn short and her uniform consisted of menswear. Dancer and choreographer Marion Morgan was her partner, and Arzner leaned on her skills for DANCE, GIRL, DANCE.

Despite that, she’s rarely talked about today, which is a crime because this film is Arzner using her platform to dissect the role of a viewer and the role of a creator, while also featuring a woman taking advantage of another woman explicitly because of capitalism, all without completely vilifying her. It’s a complicated work, one that also manages to be severely entertaining.

“Give ‘em all ya got, baby.”

“They couldn’t take it.”

SO THIS IS PARIS (1926)

(YouTube) SO THIS IS PARIS is an early sex farce from Ernst Lubitsch, the likes of which he really didn’t deviate from for the most of his career. However, as it is a silent film, it is couched in actions, glances, overt visual symbolism, and little subtext whatsoever, much less the coy and quippy dialogue that Lubitsch would become known for. (Not that he didn’t try to do so via intertitles.)

It’s a fun little film and, while it’s set in Paris, that’s simply an excuse for the characters to get away with more prurient behavior than they would if it’d been SO THIS IS NEW YORK.

One caveat: the film is often speciously claimed as the first silent film to depict a choreographed dance scene, a rather extended club scene concerning a Charleston contest. Given how silent film grew from theater, and given how slapdash the dancing in the scene is, I’m inclined to think that claim is a studio invention. (I’d argue if there was any choreographer there, it was the editor trying to match footage.)

Sadly, said dance number is the only easily available clip you’ll find, apart from YouTube rips of the entire film, and that will have to serve as a trailer: