Official promo for Nadya Kwandibens’ social photo series, Concrete Indians, focusing on the urban Indian.
The official website written on the promo doesn’t seem to be up yet, but you can visit www.concreteindians.ning.com and join in the fun by adding your own photos of Concrete Indians.
Take My Life, Please: The Indian Version
“Tales of an Urban Indian,” which is being revived as part of the Public Lab series, doesn’t belittle or romanticize, but it still seems as formulaic as any Hollywood movie, a standard-issue coming-of-age tale about early romantic angst, surviving tragedy, and the thorny question of assimilation. Mr. Dennis adopts an ingratiating persona, cracking jokes at his own expense and turning church into a Fosse-like musical theater number. The pacing and tone often resemble those of a comedy club act. But that’s what makes Mr. Dennis a somewhat strange critic of cultural stereotyping. Whites here are distant and condescending. West Coasters are laid back and stoned. And when he anthropomorphizes the cockroaches in his apartment, they speak in a Mexican accent. It’s telling that when he sees God in an epiphany, it’s Jackie Mason.
I can’t shape-shift,” Mr. Dennis says in the show. “I can’t even make it rain, for God sakes!
A RAUCOUS burst of drums, a howling coyote and a whistling flute are the first things the audience hears in “Tales of an Urban Indian.” Then the mystical sounds quiet down, and Darrell Dennis, creator and star of this solo show, adds the punch line: “Now that we got that out of our system, let’s begin.”
For about a week, Robin Kills The Enemy was friendless.
