Joe Simonelli
By TOM CHESEK
Chicago has the profanely profound David Mamet; Pittsburgh the late great August Wilson. New York? Well, at least as the rest of the country sees it, there’s no playwright more attuned to Manhattan than the beloved Neil “Doc” Simon.
Here in the great metropolis that is Monmouth County, the boards of our local stages are getting Simonized in style by our own comical Bard of the Bayshore, a scribe who was once branded by a correspondent for the Asbury Park Press (not me) as the Next Neil Simon.
Digging around in the basement of the First Avenue Playhouse for a stray prop or suitable stick of furniture, Joe Simonelli doesn’t come across as a self-important peer of Mamet or Albee or, for that matter, even Dan “Nunsense” Goggin. While none of those gentlemen of letters would rightly be expected to decorate their own sets, the regular-joe Simonelli can often be spotted around the Atlantic Highlands dessert theatre doing whatever needs to be done — painting flats, providing musical accompaniment, even serving coffee to faithful patrons.
This summer, lucky local audiences will get a chance to catch two offerings from the Simonelli playbook, beginning with Roommates, a comedy of relationships that kicks off a month-long engagement at First Avenue this Friday, with the author himself in the lead.
Make no mistake, this longtime area resident (a former Rumsonite and financial-industry veteran who currently makes his home in “an undisclosed location” near First Avenue) is a playwright first and foremost — a published and produced playwright who’s serious about the wacky works that bear his byline. He’s showcased his comedies in off-Broadway productions; seen his plays performed by troupes in other states, and had three of them published in book form (his Heaven Help Me will soon be in print from the prestigious Samuel French imprint).
Originally produced in 2001, Roommates was Simonelli’s second staged work (following The Next Time Around, a musical that has since been withdrawn from public display by its creator) and the first in a string of comedies to have all made their debut at First Avenue. Since 2000, the busy downtown playhouse established by Joe Bagnole and Donna Jeanne (fans of Kevin Smith’s Clerks know them as Cat Shit Watching Customer and Indecisive Video Customer respectively) has acted as incubator for such Simonelli projects as Stocks and Blondes, Ladies in Lingerie and the musical Romance Dot Com — shows which, as the titles suggest, make up in stock-company zaniness what they may not possess in Noel Coward savoir faire.
In Roommates, Simonelli plays Frank, a fortysomething divorcee whose single-guy style is cramped by the sudden appearance of his friend Tom (Peter Antico), whose “temporary” stay at Frank’s pad (after being tossed from his girlfriend’s place) turns into an extended nightmare of farcical complications and ulterior motives. Lynn Cefalo and Grace Emley co-star.
According to Simonelli, it’s a newly “tightened” version of the seven-year old show that’s on display in Atlantic Highlands; a show in which, for instance, a hand of Texas Hold ‘Em has been substituted for that old sitcom staple, the bridge game.
“The beauty of working here is that I get to work things out, tighten things up,” says Simonelli of his First Avenue lab. “What’s especially nice is that we’re close to the city. It’s a sophisticated audience, a good cross-section of people.”
Simonelli returns to the First Avenue fold in August as director, with a revival of what has proven to be his most popular comedy, the 2003 Men Are Dogs. Centered around a female psychologist’s group therapy sessions for single and divorced women, it’s the basis for some sharply etched characters and a bit of comically literalized male-bashing.
“I think Men is perfect for community theater, in that it features a mostly female cast,” explains the author in reference to the gender imbalance found at most auditions.
As Simonelli tells it, the concept tested well when a random sampling of female passersby revealed that the majority would “definitely be interested” in seeing a show called Men Are Dogs.
“It’s a money show because of the title,” he adds. “The title gets them in the door, but the play does stand up. You’ve gotta make your mark with one play, and this is a flagship show for me.”
Although Simonelli recalls his “first major thrill” as “when the audience laughed at the first joke in my first show,” the comedy specialist is clear about this intention to develop a pair of more serious works in the near future. One of them, With This Ring, follows a wedding band through four generations of family history — while Wretched Asylum is a two-character study of a “dysfunctional, sexually addicted couple” that’s deemed “too intense for the dessert crowd.”
Ticket info for both Roommates and Men Are Dogs, as well as directions and details on an available dinner-and-show package, can be found at the playhouse website right here.
Samuel Johnson once said to an author: "Your manuscript is both good and original; but the part that is good is not original, and the part that is original is not good."
Well, Simonelli proves Johnson wrong — even the not original parts are any good.
I went with friends to see this and never laughed. I was too busy keeping a mental checklist of the original sources the writer stole from.
Mostly Neil Simon, lifting from The Odd Couple and Plaza Suite, but also from old black and white movie comedies and burlesque.
And so badly done! Simonelli can't deliver his own lines for maximum effect and kept looking out at the audience every time he hoped a laugh.
His characters are not consistent, the set-ups lame and the jokes threadbare.
It's no wonder Tom Chesek distances himself from the branding "by a correspondent for the Asbury Park Press (not me) as the Next Neil Simon."
The comment probably read "what will be the next Neil Simon rip-off."
In response to mister Saunders criticism he (as everyone) is entitled to his opinion. Suffice it to say that he is probably not familiar with any of my other body of works.
(I'm not sure if he's ever written a play).
Most, if not all of the incidents in that play actually took place, including the mother who thought she spoke to the Pope,
my roommate, who indeed was attacked by his former girlfriend in the bathroom, and many other incidents. Mr. Simon does not have a monopoly on two men living together as evidenced by numerous television shows including 'Two and a half men" and the play 'the Nerd' If Mr. Saunders cares to debate this point with me he is welcome to e-mail me.
I think he should do some research before he makes comments. And just for the record, I happen to work with Neil Simon's agent, if he doesn't have a problem with it, I really don't think it's Mr.Saunders concern.
Mr. Saunders not only has a right to his opinion, Mr. Simonelli; he paid his money for your product and you failed him. No problem there. No artist can please everyone. But to rip him for his reaction and even challenge him to debate his "erroneous" opinions . . . very weak indeed.
"I am not sure he's ever written a play." - I guess your plays are meant for those who have written them, and the rest of has hacks should stay away. Good luck.