Saturday, October 22 nd, 2016 at 00:10 am 

Clive is described as a saint of the sitting man, based on/inspired by/stolen from Bertolt Brecht’s Baal, retold by Jonathan Marc Sherman and Directed by Ethan Hawke: a play in twenty one shards… If you’re already lost, this may not be the place for you. However, if your interest is peaked, then you may want to get over to the New Group to see this. I actually have seen a number of things Ethan Hawke has both directed and starred in, and been left pretty cold. This one, however, he has peroxided hair, he sings, and is supported by a terrific cast here. To be quite honest, it could have been a little shorter, it does get a little long at points. This also stars Vincent D’Onofrio, Zoe Kazan, a whole bunch of people who’s names you may not be familiar with but are very good, Jonathan Marc Sherman, Dana Lyn, Mahira Kakkar, Stephanie Jansson, and Aaron Krohn. The story is basically told of a wastrel, who is Clive played by Ethan Hawke, who is a musician who sort of wanders through life drugging and drinking. This has really been updated with a lot of 21st Century references, including the SuperBowl. It’ll hold your interest. It’s profane, it’s sexy, it’s tacky, but it’s absolutely engrossing. It should have been fifteen minutes shorter, it’s done without an intermission and runs at an hour forty five minutes, which is exhausting to the players, but absolutely an interesting piece of what I would call experimental theater in not only how it’s staged, how it’s presented, and how it’s lit, but going back to the original, Brecht was twenty years old when he wrote this, and you could see he wasn’t the playwright that he was going to become with Three-Penny Opera, but it has the same themes of love, loss, loss of innocence, the animal and man, wickedness, and redemption. I actually liked it, four stars.