June 22, 1989 |
"I don't know whether to say thank you or I'm sorry" is the way Deborah Slater's tribute to Jean Cocteau began at the Gallery Theatre in Barnsdall Park last weekend. That pretty much sums up the reaction of this writer to the strange triple-header in three short acts by different performers under the suspect title "In the Spirit of Jean Cocteau." Cocteau would have had grave difficulty finding his spirit in these pieces by Slater, Blue Palm (Jacqueline Planeix and Thomas Crocker)
November 25, 1988 |
One recent sunny afternoon at the Odyssey Theatre, Kedric Robin Wolfe sat cross-legged inside a home-made steel cage on wheels. Would his visitor like to join him? Wolfe inquired politely. No? OK. Tonight, the locally based performance artist opens at the Odyssey in "Flights of Fear and Fancy With Kedric Robin Wolfe," an evening composed of two solo pieces, "There Was a Horse" and "Let Me Explain."
October 15, 1985 |
Since performer Kedric Robin Wolfe got a standing ovation at the Wallenboyd Theatre Saturday--and it wasn't even opening night--he must have something to say to an audience. I'll be hornswoggled if I can see what it is. Wolfe was appearing on the "Angel's Flight" series, sponsored by Pipeline and the Museum of Contemporary Art. He performed a self-created piece called "Warren's Story."
November 30, 1988 |
When Kedric Robin Wolfe, tall as a telephone pole, walks on stage at the Odyssey 3 in West Los Angeles, his gaze wanders dreamily over the audience. "Where did their eyes first meet that day?" he asks as if speaking of lovers. But Wolfe has a very different kind of bond in mind: The hate that a fired employee harbored for the boss who disgraced him over a $69 theft. And we're off on "Flights of Fear and Fancy," an evening of two monologues.
July 11, 1987 |
Inside Kedric Robin Wolfe is a 4-year-old who loves to run around the house making noises like a fire engine. RUM, RUM, RUM! AROOOOOO! Wolfe's inner child is not trying to get out. He is out already. See his piece on the Angel's Flight series at the Museum of Contemporary Art, "Blind Stab." It is terrible, but one can see why it got a standing ovation Thursday night, where the evening's first piece, Jan Munroe's "Blood Is . . ," did not. Munroe is only an artist. Wolfe is a character.