
Susan Pourfar
A few years ago PlayCo kicked off the 2007/08 season by producing Bad Jazz written by Robert Farquhar and directed by Trip Cullman at the Ohio Theatre. Bad Jazz chronicles the lives of young artists in pursuit of a shared dream, as an actress takes a role that puts her sanity at risk, an actor struggles to remain true to his artistic ideals and a director drives his company past the point of reason. When the lines between reality and performance begin to blur, relationships are tested and this group of desperate souls is forced to ask themselves how far they’re prepared to go for art’s sake.
We’re excited to welcome back Bad Jazz cast member SUSAN POURFAR as a featured PlayCoPlayer!
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ARTIST PROFILE: Susan Pourfar

How did I get involved with BAD JAZZ?
Trip Cullman. Trip is a director I’ve had the great fortune to collaborate with several times. We’d been doing readings and workshops of BAD JAZZ for almost a year. I was in LA when Trip called to say the play was being produced by The Play Co. I packed my bags and got on a plane. No questions asked.
Rehearsing with Trip is like showing up to an art class and they have a bunch of pastels and oil paints and watercolors out, and someone says, “pick one of these to work with today, and see where it gets you.” Eventually, you settle on your medium, but there’s a lot of experimenting before that.
And he’s a joyful presence to be around. He once laughed so hard during rehearsal of an Adam Bock play that he fell out of his chair. I mean it literally. He was on the floor. I think I told him he wasn’t allowed to laugh that hard while we were working! Which probably made him laugh more.
The character I was drawn to in BAD JAZZ is the playwright, Hannah, who is having her first play produced; she is practically suffering a nervous breakdown watching actors “riff” on her material. At one point, the director of Hannah’s play crumples her script pages, right in front of her, and let’s the actors say whatever comes to them “in the moment.” She’s horrified.
In the script of BAD JAZZ, Hannah has a journal. It’s her security blanket. I would scrawl in the journal at every rehearsal and before every entrance and on stage (which was specified in the stage directions). At the end of the run, I looked over the entries and they were truly disturbing. I couldn’t bring myself to throw out the journal, but I didn’t want to hold onto it. So, I went to the post office on 34th Street, across from Penn Station, which seemed very New York-y to me, and I mailed the journal to the actual playwright in England. I attached a note. “Bob. Feel free to use this as a prop for a future productions of your play.” I like to think that it made its way into some production. I hope he didn’t hold onto it. it contained the incoherent ramblings of a disturbed young woman.
My Motivation?
When I was growing up, I used to drag my family to the Berkshires every summer for a pilgrimage to Jacob’s Pillow, Berkshire Theatre Festival and always last stop: Williamstown. I remember taking my dad to see Marisa Tomei and Reg Rogers in “Rocket to the Moon,” on the Nikos Stage. Many years later, I was invited to Williamstown to do a new Jonathan Marc Sherman play opposite Reg on the Nikos Stage. Inviting my family up to see it, well, there was great poetry and great blessing in that. There have been those peak moments of genuine appreciation along the way. They serve as motivation to stay on the path. Especially on days when I’m wondering what the heck it is I think I’m doing!
Acting Inspiration:
I remember a performance of Measure for Measure in the Park, in 2011, watching Billy Crudup very methodically removing a tea bag from a delicate china cup with a spoon. It was outdoors, in the Park, which is, you know, a huge venue, and this small, everyday gesture was mesmerizing. It actually took my breath away. The take-away was: the smallest gesture can speak volumes, even under a night sky; the other take away was, “oh, when can I do a play where I get to pull a tea bag out of a mug?!”
Tiny Pet Peeve:
I’m bummed when people say about a stage actor, playwright or director: “Oh we’re losing him/her to the screen.” Really? What about what we’re gaining? I’m psyched that I get to watch Edie Falco do “House of Blue Leaves” and also “Nurse Jackie.” I loved Adam Rapp’s “Metal Children,” and also loved his storyline on “In Treatment.” The goods are the goods. And if we’re lucky enough to bank something for our hours … why not?More money to afford going to the theatre! But that’s a whole other story!
Next Up?
I’m going to do a reading/presentation of a Wendy MacLeod play for Naked Angels. I love Wendy’s writing. Totally relate to it.
Dream Gig?
I want co-write and participate in the story of the women who are as addled, neurotic and misguided as the men on “Bored to Death.” I love that show. But, I’m also completely longing for those characters in female form. Women who wear Converse and shower every other day and have trouble spelling Manolo Blahnik. That’s something I’d be proud to show my kid one day. “See honey, women can be as drug addled and morally reckless and grungy as men! We’re not always waiting for our men folk to come to their senses and get home in time for the (fill in: wedding, baby delivery, casserole). Women are real fuck ups too! Got it? Ok, nighty night. Sweet dreams.”
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Thanks, Susie! Keep it up