Citizen Josh

Citizen Josh

Written and performed by Josh Kornbluth

Magic Theatre, San Francisco

May 12-June 10, 2007


Comedian Josh Kornbluth may not yet have been declared a national treasure but those who live in the Bay Area may well consider him a local treasure. Monologist (“Red Diaper Baby,” “Ben Franklin: Unplugged,” “Love and Taxes”) and film star (“Haiku Tunnel”), the erstwhile pudgy treasure recently has added television host to his resume with a weekly show on KQED (PBS). Now he’s back on the stage, this time at Magic Theatre, in association with Jonathan Reinis Productions and Z Space Studio, in the world premiere of a new monologue. And all we can say is “Hooray.”

“Citizen Josh” is filled with laughs. Kornbluth is thinner now and, if possible, funnier than ever. His riff on the democratic process takes us from the last election, to Ohlone Park playground in Berkeley, with a few stops at the desegregation of an Alabama high school and his radical childhood in New York. The whole thing actually is his senior thesis, delivered 25 years after the due date. Kornbluth went to Princeton and, after realizing he was never going to realize his dream of being a great physicist, switched to political science. Under the guidance of an inspirational professor, Sheldon Wolin, and the tolerance of a kindly dean, he managed to make it through – everything but the thesis. There is another riff on killing time, which seems to have been his greatest talent in youth. He killed so much time he missed the deadline, got to march down the aisle with his class anyway and went home with an empty diploma case.

All these years later, a successful entertainer and a happy husband and father, his disappointment in the Bush-Gore election leads him to track down his old professor. (His cell phone problems are another funny bit). Finding Wolin, still alive and more than willing to be his thesis advisor, he gets permission to fulfill his academic requirement (evidently there is no statute of limitations at Princeton) a quarter-century after the fact. A quick call to the kindly dean, who is still there, clinches the deal. And all this is true.

What results is vintage Kornbluth: insightful, funny and, at times, moving. He tells a story of his infant step-brother’s struggle for life in an incubator that will move anybody who is a parent to near-tears. Or even anybody who is not. He comes from a quixotic line and it turns out that is just what is needed to get things done. His father, sick of watching his premature baby’s chances deteriorate, disobeys hospital rules and takes a week off to hold the child because he feels the child needs to be held. Miraculously, it works.

In a way, this monologue is Kornbluth’s own attempt to tilt at windmills. Deftly directed by David Dower, with excellent incidental music by Marco D’Ambrosio and clever, graphic screen projections by production designer Alexander V. Nichols, this show is a winner. If it is not rewarded – at long last – with a degree from Princeton, this reviewer will be happy to eat her computer.

Suzanne Weiss

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Mr. Simpson has a BA in Journalism from the University of Southern California and worked as an advertising writer in Los Angeles before moving to New York to pursue a different passion: dance. He danced professionally in New York and Boston before founding a community-based modern dance company, Small City Dance Project, in Newburyport, MA. His fiction has appeared in literary journals and anthologies. He was a teaching fellow at Smith College, where he received his MFA in choreography. While living in the Bay Area for 15 years, he wrote about dance for the San Francisco Chronicle and other periodicals. In 2005, he was a NEA Fellow at the Dance Critics Institute, American Dance Festival. For, he reviews dance, theatre and film. He moved to Santa Fe in October, 2008. He writes for "Pasatiempo," the Arts magazine of the "Santa Fe New Mexican."