Tuesday, November 24, 2015

MUSICAL MAYHEM: MY TOP TWENTY-FIVE MUSICALS The Honor Roll - Part 6

MUSICAL MAYHEM: MY TOP TWENTY-FIVE MUSICALS
The Honor Roll - Part 6

Just one musical today from the Honor Roll of my top twenty-five musicals. A Tony winner for Best Musical, just this one show fills up an entire post. In its way, it was a groundbreaker back in 1983. But, before we begin, let's take a look back at the New York theatre lineup in December, 1983.



 And now….Open your eyes. You have arrived at…La Cage aux Folles. (Cue intro music)

LA CAGE AUX FOLLES  – Book by Harvey Fierstein, Music and Lyrics by Jerry Herman
When La Cage aux Folles opened at the Palace Theatre in New York on August 21, 1983, it caused quite a stir. The very first musical to feature a homosexual love affair at its center, La Cage, despite the sexual orientation of its leading men, was just about as traditional a Broadway musical as they come. It had everything a 1983 audience could want. You wanted glitzy show biz? La Cage had production numbers with an abundance of glamour and pizzazz that dazzled its patrons. You wanted hummable tunes? Jerry Herman gave 'em to you song after song after song. You wanted great sets, lights and costumes? Check, check, and check. Solid direction and terrific choreography? No problem there. How about some great acting? With George Hearn and Gene Barry as the original Albin and Georges, the leading roles were infused with charm, pride and humanity. Based on the French play La Cage aux Folles by Jean Poiret and later made into a delightful French film of the same name (watch the version with subtitles), this is infinitely better than the grating Americanized film version, The Birdcage. For me, as a gay man, it was thrilling to see a gay relationship portrayed onstage and even more thrilling to have the show embraced and cheered and I fell in love with the show. It won a slew of Tony Awards that season, including Best Musical, ran for nearly 1800 performances in New York, had multiple North American touring companies and international productions, including major ones in Australia and London, and has become a popular money-maker for licensor Samuel French. But as time marched on, the sweet innocence of the inhabitants of St. Tropez seemed out of step with the rise of AIDS, the growing power and influence of LGBT organizations, and the anger of playwrights like Tony Kushner and Larry Kramer. It became almost a period piece, enjoyable to be sure, but decidedly old-fashioned. The first major revival of La Cage in 2004-2005 did nothing to change that impression. But in 2010, a pared-down, newly invigorated production from London's famed Menier Chocolate Factory opened at the Longacre Theatre that made the twenty-seven-year-old La Cage seem penny-bright and fresh, with the focus firmly on Albin and Georges. Yes, it was still predictable and old-fashioned and it's certainly not a perfect show. The ending has always been a bit problematic in both film and musical versions. (I've not seen the original play version, so I can't comment on its ending.) It's as if the authors went "We need to wrap this up…now!" and whipped up the frantic, unbelievable finale. The penultimate scene in the restaurant has the tiresome "The Best of Times," which just goes on forever and, for some reason, has always irritated me. (Possibly because it's a second-rate tune?) But then, everything calms down and the show is once again about Albin and Georges, if only for a few final moments, and all is right once again at La Cage aux Folles.
Sidebar: One of La Cage's Tony wins was for Jerry Herman's last original Broadway score. In accepting his Tony, composer Herman, gave an uncharacteristically ungracious acceptance speech with a not-so-subtle dig at fellow nominee Stephen Sondheim's ambitious and challenging score for Sunday in the Park with George. It was definitely not one of Herman's finer moments.








Digital records and CASSETTES!
Box office sales were still the most preferred method of getting the best seats. For a Wednesday night, top price was a staggering $45.00. Ah, memories!

December, 1983. New Year's Eve performance. Champagne was being poured in the Palace lobby. It wasn't free, mind you, but it was being poured nonetheless and the atmosphere was festive. A beautiful New Year's Eve night at the hottest ticket on Broadway. What could be better? The audience excitement was palpable, an excitement that would escalate as the show played, culminating in a screaming, rapturous standing ovation at the show's end. The hottest ticket on Broadway did not disappoint. From the glamour and wow factor of the opening number to the final strains of "Song on the Sand" that brought down the final curtain, La Cage charmed us, utterly and completely. It was something old and comfortable…a traditionally-made musical with hummable tunes and lots of great production values, yet at the same time, something new and, for the time, daring…a gay couple as its leads. Hard-working George Hearn played Albin in a breakout performance that netted him a well-deserved Tony. Outrageous and proud, he gave a layered performance that was exciting to watch. When he finished "I Am What I Am" and stormed up the Palace's aisle to end Act One, the theatre exploded in cheers and applause. Gene Barry as Georges oozed his trademark charm from "Bat Masterson" and "Burke's Law" and was an unexpectedly good musical performer, a definite yin to Hearn's yang. I can't say enough about the direction (Arthur Laurents), choreography (Scott Salmon), sets (David Mitchell), lights (Jules Fisher) and costumes (Theoni V. Aldredge). Boasting a solid supporting cast, I need to give a special shout-out to the ten men and two women who were the "notorious" Les Cagelles. As I said earlier, it's not a perfect show, and even then, I found "The Best of Times" to be a bit too perky and feel-good for the show. It sounded as though it was a discarded song from Hello, Dolly! Quibbles aside, this was a simply grand way to welcome 1984. – at the Palace Theatre, New York



June, 1986. It took a long time for La Cage aux Folles to find its way to Chicago, and when it did, it unfortunately landed at the inhospitable barn that everyone loved to hate, and with good reason, the vast Arie Crown Theatre tucked away inside McCormick Place. But producer Allan Carr made sure we got to see what New York was raving about…at least physically. Duplicating the same fantastic design elements as the original, La Cage looked great and sounded great, but lacked, oh, I don't know, the same heart (?) as the production I saw 2 ½ years earlier. Producer Carr cast one name from television, but one who did have some theatre bona fides, and a Tony-winning actor much admired in the theatre world. As Georges, "Hollywood Squares'" Peter Marshall was amiable enough without being particularly memorable. As Albin, Keene Curtis brought true star power to the evening and gave the part a heart and soul that was especially effective in "I Am What I Am." One interesting note: on Broadway the show was cast with twelve Cagelles; on tour, it was reduced to ten. The show seemed a bit lost in the Arie Crown, but then, every show was a bit lost in the Arie Crown. I enjoyed it, but felt it somewhat lacking. – at the Arie Crown Theatre, Chicago
Sidebar: Best known for hosting "Hollywood Squares" for fifteen years, Peter Marshall also had some Broadway cred to his name. He was a replacement for Georges in the New York company of La Cage near the end of its run (paired there as well with Keene Curtis). But, as a musical theatre nerd, I know him best, billed as Peter L. Marshall, from the original cast recording of Skyscraper, the Julie Harris (!!)-starring musical. What? You've never heard the recording? Once you've listened to "Haute Couture," you'll know why the show was a 1965-66 failure.

December, 1987. The one thing that you could always count on whenever you saw a show at Candlelight Dinner Playhouse in suburban Summit was a Broadway-quality production that was impeccably cast, designed and staged. Their production of La Cage aux Folles was just that. Bright and shiny with a cast that included a very handsome and debonair Joel Craig as Georges, a sweet and vulnerable, but with core of strength, James Harms as Albin, and Chicago favorites Dale Benson as the pompous conservative politician and Ami Silvestre as restaurant owner Jacqueline, this production was a bouncy, tuneful delight with production values that belied the theatre's function as a dinner playhouse. Make no mistake. This was a thoroughly classy production in every way. Candlelight clearly spent some money on this production and spent it well. Perhaps it was the intimacy of the venue, perhaps it was the joyous cast, but whatever the reason, this was the one time I actually didn't mind "The Best of Times." It was performed with such infectiousness, it seemed curmudgeonly not to clap along. So I clapped along with the rest of the sold-out house. A stunning production. – at the Candlelight Dinner Playhouse, Summit, IL

Sidebar: James Harms is a versatile, much sought-after Chicago-based actor who, when he's not stealing the show with a bravura performance, is quietly giving a masterful performance in a supporting role. His Albin is widely regarded as a Chicago legendary performance and who am I to disagree? In the cast as one of the six Cagelles (reduced from the touring production's ten) and also credited as co-choreographer along with James Harms (what can't the man do?) was a young Rudy Hogenmiller who decades later would be the Artistic Director of the highly-regarded Light Opera Works in suburban Evanston.




February, 2005. The first Broadway revival of La Cage aux Folles featured an all-male, consistently hard-working "Les Cagelles," which added an extra bit of spice to the proceedings. Starring Daniel Davis, best known as the butler in television's "The Nanny," as Georges and Tony-winner Gary Beach as Albin, this production had more than its share of ups and downs. On the up side…Jerry Mitchell's sensational choreography for his talented group of Cagelles gave the show a vibrancy and a vitality that was often missing elsewhere in the performance. Costume designer William Ivey Long outdid himself in feathers, fur and sparkle. The show wore its heart of its collective sleeve and it was obvious everyone on stage was there to entertain you. On the down side…even with its themes of family values, homophobia, respect and equality, La Cage seemed a bit tired and clunky in 2005. The normally likeable Gavin Creel as the son was directed as a selfish, nasty little toad and, as a result, his "Ah Ha!" moment near the end of the show was too little, too late and rang false. Michael Benjamin Washington as Jacob, the sassy, flamboyant maid, was so over-the-top, it was, frankly, irritating. Perhaps, most interestingly, I found Gary Beach's performance as Albin to be, while competent and enjoyable overall, to be a bit stilted, a bit flat. Everything was done well, mind you, it just didn't seem to have much heart to it. His "I Am What I Am" was sung powerfully, but it came off, for me at least, as an effective rendition rather than an emotional one. I much preferred Daniel Davis' wry and sardonic Georges, even if at times he seemed to be channeling his character from "The Nanny." Whatever. It worked. – at the Marquis Theatre, New York

Sidebar: A few weeks after I saw it, La Cage was in the news when Daniel Davis was abruptly fired, effective immediately, after a late March Sunday matinee. Although Davis has never publically spoken about this, to my knowledge, the reasons given were a toxic backstage environment caused by Davis' intense dislike of co-star Gary Beach, his disrespect to Beach and other company members, and, due to the situation, missed performances. Although his departure had been rumored, the actual event, and the immediacy of it, took Broadway insiders by surprise. The backstage drama did not transfer on to the stage of the Marquis and watching the performance, you'd never know anything was amiss between Davis and Beach. That's onstage professionalism.


June, 2005. Robert Goulet has been a star since he took his first bow as Lancelot in Camelot  in 1960.  His rendition of "If Ever I Would Leave You" became an instant standard. A Tony-winner for the minor Kander/Ebb musical, The Happy Time, Goulet's star career spanned forty-seven years until his death in 2007 and included a wildly successful recording career and acclaim both on stage and on television. Prior to taking over for Daniel Davis in La Cage, Robert Goulet had been absent from Broadway for nearly a decade. There are worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than with a Broadway legend, so Bob and I bought two really good seats at the TKTS booth and spent some quality time with Albin, Georges and the Cagelles. We weren't disappointed. Although the flaws in this production were still present, Goulet brought a suave sophistication that was missing in Davis' performance. Handsome and commanding, if at times a bit tentative in his scenes, his voice, even at seventy-one, was rich and powerful and lovingly caressed the lovely "Song on the Sand" and "Look Over There." Gary Beach's performance this time around was sharper, more involving, almost as though the change in casting prompted him to up his game. All in all, a good afternoon. – at the Marquis Theatre, New York

Sidebar: Although La Cage aux Folles won the Best Revival of a Musical Tony at the 2005 Tony Awards, surprising since the superior revival of the rarely-done Pacific Overtures was also in the running, the show was never a box office smash. It never played to sold-out houses and even with the addition of a bona fide star like Goulet, it closed shortly after we saw it.





 December, 2010. Conventional wisdom would advise that it would be foolish to bring back another revival of a musical only five years after the last (its first Broadway revival) revival of it, especially since that revival, despite winning a Tony Award for Best Revival of a Musical, received less-than-rave reviews and did less-than-stellar box office. But then conventional wisdom hadn't reckoned with London's scrappy Menier Chocolate Factory, a tiny Fringe theatre that consistently does great things in a small space and consistently brings home awards and critical praise. The show that arrived at the cozy Longacre Theatre had a well-used look about it, a genteel shabbiness that was comforting. This was a place where the locals hung out for a good time. Yes, everything onstage looked worn and a bit cheesy and that was the glory of it. It let the heart of the show shine through. In toning down the production values, the glitz and the glamour, the show's focus also shifted to Albin and Georges, as it should always have been, and the event that set the story in motion, the engagement of their son to a right-wing politician's daughter. In spirit, this resembled the wonderful version I saw at Candlelight Dinner Playhouse twenty-odd years earlier. Understand, this was most definitely not a bare-bones production. There was a sizable chunk of scenery and lots of costumes, in various states of delicious tattiness. The direction by Terry Johnson, ably assisted with sparkling choreography by Lynne Page, was crisp and on mark. The six "notorious and dangerous Cagelles" were six individual human beings, each delightful in their own way. Robin De Jesus, as the maid Jacob, was suitably out there, but had the good sense to keep everything real. The exceedingly easy on the eyes A.J. Shively essayed the potentially problematic role of the selfish, priggish son, but managed to make him less selfish, less priggish, and created a nice portrayal of a young man truly having a struggle of conscience. In the most curious casting choice, one-time Eliza Doolittle Christine Andreas was cast in the thankless role of Jacqueline, and try as she might, Andreas wasn't able to make much of this one-note role. As Albin, Olivier-winner Douglas Hodge, in his Broadway debut, recreated his Menier Chocolate Factory triumph here. It was a stunning performance…vulnerable, tender, tentative, proud, loving. His towering "I Am What I Am" was awesome and thrilling. He justifiably won the 2010 Tony for Best Actor in a Musical. The biggest surprise for me, however, was television's Kelsey Grammer's ("Cheers," "Frasier") performance as Georges. It was a terrific performance with nuance, great humor, and a surprisingly agile voice. The chemistry between he and Hodge was obvious, which only made the show stronger. We were able to snag table seats in the front row, which allowed us to get immersed in the love, laughter and song that took place on the Longacre stage. During the title tune, one of the Cagelles danced on our table. Talk about up close and personal! It was a magnificent performance, a magnificent production. I fell in love with the show all over again. – at the Longacre Theatre, New York
Sidebar: At the 2010 Tony Awards, this revival won the Tony for Best Revival of a Musical competing against some very strong competition. It's reviews overall were considerably better than the 2004 revival's, but, perhaps surprisingly, it never was a box-office runaway. It did well, actually it did very well for a spell, but then it chugged along for most of its run playing to houses that were probably just above breakeven.

Autographed by the cast in support of Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS, my number 1 charity.



April, 2011. As wonderful as Kelsey Grammer and especially Douglas Hodge were as Georges and Albin, respectively, it was the replacement cast that made this wonderfully old-fashioned, marvelously tuneful love story come truly alive. I've long been a fan of Christopher Sieber. He's talented, personable and he totally charmed my niece and nephew, and, by extension, me, when they met him at the stage door following a performance of Spamalot, their first Broadway show. Displaying an impressive amount of leading man charisma, his Georges was the best sung of the ones that I've seen. And what can I saw about Harvey Fierstein's Albin? By far, the most full-figured of the Albins, he was also unquestionably the funniest.  His comic timing was both flawless and shameless. If there was a punch line in his script (remember Harvey Fierstein is also the author of the book…and won a Tony for it.), Fierstein found a way to put it across. His nipple and croissant bits had us laughing so hard, we were practically crying. Not known as a singer, he nonetheless put across the numbers with a casual panache and it was his foghorn of a voice that made "I Am What I Am" the most potent rendition I'd heard. Tony-winner for Rent, Wilson Jermaine Heredia, was the new Jacob and he did a fine job with keeping it real and funny. We had such a great time at the stage-side table seats, we bought them again. This time Bob's seat was right next to the stairs that Albin used to exit the theatre at the end of Act One. He also sat on the top step and engaged in some scripted, yet improv, audience interaction during the title song. Bob, being right next to him, got serenaded and kissed by Harvey, to everyone's delight. It was one of those only-in-the-theatre moments. The physical elements were the same as the Grammer/Hodge production, but the approach and interpretation were different. I know it's called acting, but having openly gay actors play gay parts just brings an innate sensibility and nuance that straight actors, no matter how skilled, can manage. It was this added something that made this version my favorite of all the versions I've seen. This was as close to a definitive La Cage aux Folles as you could get. I loved every minute of it.– at the Longacre Theatre, New York


That's all for now. More later!
© 2015 Jeffrey Geddes

Friday, November 13, 2015

ALPHABET SOUP (6) - FEATURING A RANDOM LETTER OF THE ALPHABET AND SOME SHOWS THAT BEGIN WITH THAT LETTER

ALPHABET SOUP (6) -
FEATURING A RANDOM LETTER OF THE ALPHABET AND SOME SHOWS THAT BEGIN WITH THAT LETTER

It's been a very long time since I've drawn a letter from my blue London coffee mug and picked the first few shows from that letter's pile of programs. Far too long. Time to remedy that. 

Today's letter is ….
J

Here's some of what "J" has to offer…an Irish classic, a rarely-done play by an American original, a revue celebrating a favorite theatre composer, and, a, well, you-just-had-to-see-it-to-believe-it, uh, play.

JUNO AND THE PAYCOCK – The Artistic Home at Theatre on the Lake, Chicago
 
July, 2009. I first saw what is considered to be playwright Sean O'Casey's masterpiece in 1981 in a Royal Shakespeare Company production starring Judi Dench. I didn't especially care for it then, finding it a long, dense haul, and I didn't especially care for it in 2009. Generally speaking, I'm not a big fan of Irish theatre. I often find it too melancholy, too oh-woe-is-me for my tastes. But a former colleague of Bob's was in the cast, so off we went for a melancholy, oh-woe-is-me evening with the dysfunctional Boyle family. This production, in its initial run, received good reviews from the Chicago critics. Resurrecting it for a week's run at the Theatre on the Lake was a bold choice for the Chicago Park District since O'Casey is not anyone's first choice for a summer evening's entertainment on the Lake. To The Artistic Home's great credit, they managed to do a creditable job in the less-than-ideal space they had to work in. Production values were solid and the direction did the job. The acting, for the most part, was able and competent, but at times, it veered towards broad comedy that teetered towards caricature. Pacing, volume and diction were also sometimes a challenge for the cast in this ¾ round space. It was still a long, dense haul, but this production was earnest and I didn't hate it. Didn't convert me to an O'Casey fan, however.

JUST SAY NO – Bailiwick Repertory Theater, Chicago


David Zaks must not have seen the same production that we saw.

'The Pride '99 lineup. 

May, 1999. With author Larry Kramer in the audience, Just Say No lumbered through its performance with scattered bits of humor, some decent production values, and committed, though not always successful, performances by its cast. And, yes, "lumbered" is the correct word. The play aspired to be a hysterical, yet politically astute farce that would skewer the early Reagan years in general and the Reagans themselves and their cronies, especially then-NYC-mayor Ed Koch, in particular, something that I would normally really get into. Sadly, however, the whole endeavor lacked the wit and zaniness of a farce. Even sadder, however, was a lack of political astuteness and biting satire. Oh, there were moments, but it often just sat there, spewing dialogue that reflected Mr. Kramer's obvious distaste for everything Reagan while not really making a point. (I have a definite distaste for everything Reagan and even I found the most of the proceedings pointless.) The plot had something to do with a sex tape cover-up that supposedly really did happen during the Reagan years. I know, sex tape and Reagan? Ewww. With a stereotypical gay confidant and an equally stereotypical sassy black maid, an often shirtless and equally often wooden, though likeable, Greg Louganis (yes, the Olympic champion swimmer Greg Louganis) as the play's version of Ron Reagan, and a darkly comic Alexandra Billings, looking stunning in a red dress, as the thinly-disguised Nancy Reagan, this revised version of Kramer's 1988 off-Broadway original missed far more often than it hit its satiric mark. Panned as vastly inferior to Kramer's landmark The Normal Heart, Just Say No has only had three professional productions to date. There's a reason for that.

JERRY'S GIRLS – Shubert Theatre, Chicago


The La Cage segment was, curiously, with the exception of Leslie Uggams' "I Am What I Am," the weakest part of the show. It seemed forced somehow. And really, we're ending with "The Best of Times"? No. Stop it.

November, 1984. Capitalizing on the previous season's smash hit success of Jerry Herman's Tony-winning La Cage aux Folles, and the overwhelmingly positive reviews Jerry's Girls had received a few years earlier in a cabaret format, lead producer Zev Bufman and his cohorts thought the time was right for a Jerry Herman revue, celebrating the beloved tunesmith in an evening of some of his best songs and  performed by a trio of leading ladies and a chorus of five female singer/dancers. Conceived by Jerry Herman himself and director Larry Alford, whose billing, to be precise, was "Staged and Directed by Larry Alford," though I don't quite get the difference, and touted as "A Broadway Entertainment," Jerry's Girls was amiable enough in a summer stock-tent theatre sort of way with great tunes and modest production values. Pleasant, professional, but not quite enough for "A Broadway Entertainment." What propelled this overgrown cabaret show into the big leagues was its powerhouse trio of leading ladies: Carol Channing, Leslie Uggams, and Andrea McArdle. Playing it safe and playing to audience expectations, this trio did exactly what was expected of each of them. Carol Channing, the quintessential larger-than-life performer, reprised Dolly (duh!), in full Dolly drag for the title tune, and handled most of the evening's comic chores, with her highlight being a beyond funny take on a striptease called "Take It All Off." Leslie Uggams, singer extraordinaire, delivered the goods on the show's more ballad-y, mature lady songs and especially shone with a haunting "If He Walked Into My Life" in Act One and a powerful "I Am What I Am" in Act Two. Twenty-one-year-old Andrea McArdle, all grown-up and no longer the red-headed urchin that catapulted to fame in one of Broadway's most auspicious debuts, sank her considerable vocal chops into the more, for lack of a better word, "youthful" material, and sent soaring versions of "Wherever He Ain't" and "Time Heals Everything" to the last row of the Shubert's second balcony. For me, one of the evening's highlights was an unexpected "The Tea Party" from the underrated Dear World, nicely executed by the three leading ladies. It didn't all work and, frankly, a few things just tanked, but the Chicago critics were kind and the audience absolutely ate it up.
Sidebar: When Jerry's Girls opened on Broadway a year later with only Leslie Uggams still in the show and 2/3 of the design staff replaced, it received negative reviews and never played to a capacity higher than 67% and at one point played to an abysmal 28% capacity. It closed after a run of only four months. It's somewhat staggering to realize that the last original Jerry Herman musical, La Cage aux Folles, opened over thirty-two years ago.  

JEFF STRYKER DOES HARD TIME – Bailiwick Repertory Theater, Chicago

No understudies were listed. Guess it didn't much matter.

April, 2001. The star attraction of Jeff Stryker Does Hard Time didn't make its appearance until the last five minutes of Act Two. Suffice it to say that when the star attraction finally did appear, it was, well, impressive. For in Jeff Stryker Does Hard Time, Jeff Stryker himself playing himself was not the main attraction of the evening; rather, it was his, uh, star quality that took the honors. Yeah, that's it. Oh, wait. I'm assuming everyone knows who Jeff Stryker is. Well, for those of you who don't, Jeff Stryker was a major, even iconic, adult film star in both straight and gay porn in the late 80s and throughout the 90s, a man whose main "acting" attribute was, and still is, a rather sizeable endowment. So it was this attribute that Mr. Stryker brought with him when Stryker Productions brought Jeff Stryker Does Hard Time for an engagement at Bailiwick. (Actually it says "Stryker Productions is proud to bring to Chicago…") Without a credited author, it's hard to know who actually wrote the damn thing, although some internet research says that Stryker and John Travis were responsible for the deed. With the quality of the dialogue that was spoken on the Bailiwick stage, I think I'd remain uncredited, too. There was a plot of sorts. It all took place supposedly in Cook County Jail, though the set looked more like a dormitory at a less-than-classy university. I'm not sure what prompted Mr. Stryker's stay there. I'm not sure anyone cared. The best performance by far of the evening was that of Cory Krebsbach's Queenie, a stereotypical portrait right out of the early 70s (can you say The Boys in the Band?), but, sadly, that's not saying much. The rest of the cast, well, all I can say is they knew their lines. It was a mess, with almost every scene not making any sense or connecting with any other scene. But, bewilderingly, it was rather fun, in a so-bad-it's-good way. I don't think anyone onstage took it seriously, least of all Jeff Stryker, who genuinely seemed to be enjoying making fun of his image, while at the same time not being terribly concerned about his chances of nailing a Jeff nomination. Now back to the star attraction. Near the end of the show, and for absolutely no reason that made any dramatic sense, Stryker stripped down, oiled up, and stroked the aforementioned sizeable endowment, aka the Star Attraction, to being thisclose to a full erection, thus avoiding any nasty public obscenity and/or public pornography charges. He then took himself and Star Attraction up the theatre aisle to give the audience a good view. Bob, seated on the aisle, got an especially up close and personal look. I was expecting nudity, but I wasn't expecting that. (That bit of nudity, if memory serves, was the only actual full monty nudity of the evening.) To end the evening, Jeff Stryker, discreetly robed with Star Attraction nowhere in sight, greeted each patron as they exited the theatre. I don't want to say it was classy, exactly, but given everything else that had gone on that night, it was an unexpected, nice touch. The run sold out and Jeff Stryker went on to other cities. As far as his supporting cast goes, if any of them are still in the business, I suspect this credit has mysteriously dropped off of their resume.
Sidebar: Bailiwick Repertory Theater was the center of LGBT theatre in Chicago until it closed in 2009. The quality ranged from excellent to okay to bad, but the one thing you could always pretty much count on was that there would be nudity of some sort during the performance, at the very least very cute shirtless men if not full frontal stuff. I once quipped that if Bailiwick did a production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, Nick would be showing us the goods before the evening was over. Kidding aside, though, they were an important, even vital, part of the Chicago theatre scene and they are missed. Pride Films and Plays now fills that void, to an extent, and continues Bailiwick's proud tradition at presenting bare skin whenever possible.

That's all for today. See you soon!
© 2015 Jeffrey Geddes


Friday, November 6, 2015

OFF THE RAILS OR THEATRICAL TRAIN WRECKS - Part Four

OFF THE RAILS OR THEATRICAL TRAIN WRECKS
Part Four

And now the show that, after forty years as the Gold Standard of Theatrical Train Wrecks, booted Wild and Wonderful from its pedestal. It deserves a blog post all its own. It was a re-imagined revival or "revision" or whatever the hell they called it of one of my personal favorites. Here it is. Drum roll, please!

ON A CLEAR DAY YOU CAN SEE FOREVER – St. James Theatre



I thought the marquee, though bright and colorful, was pretty ugly. Especially when compared to the design for the 1965 cast recording. It's pretty obvious that Harry Connick, Jr. was the main thing here and not the show itself.





December, 2011. Blessed with one of the finest scores from the sixties, and arguably among the best from any decade (lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner/music by Burton Lane), On a Clear Day You Can See Forever was perversely cursed with a problematic and muddy book. When it kept to its basic story -- that of a mid-1960s lass, Daisy, who is the reincarnation of a late 18th century English woman, Melinda, and the psychiatrist who falls for Melinda -- everything chugged along nicely. When it veered off course, however, that's when trouble occurred. Why is this character here? Why is this song there? Why is Dr. Bruckner being mean to Daisy and whatever happened to his professional ethics? Overall, though, it's a pleasant diversion and, actually, one of my favorite shows. Part of the charm is that the same actress plays both Daisy and Melinda and, with a talented performer (Barbara Harris in the original; the sensational Barbara Lang on tour), the part(s) can be a true tour de force. It had a modest nine-month run on Broadway, a year-long national tour, and then, sadly, a monumental flop of a film version, starring a woefully miscast Barbra Streisand, who mugged her way through the picture. Until 2011, it had not had a full-blown Broadway revival. Enter Michael Mayer, Tony-winning director for Spring Awakening, who decided, apparently with the blessing of the Alan Jay Lerner estate (they must have been on some really heavy duty drugs), to "re-conceive" ("Danger, Will Robinson, danger!") Clear Day by keeping big chunks  of the original score, jettisoning the 18th century storyline, and interpolating songs from Lerner and Lane's film musical Royal Wedding and a song or two from the Clear Day film, and rethinking most of the character arcs in general. To make his vision a reality, book writer Peter Parnell was hired to refurbish the problematic and muddy Alan Jay Lerner original. The end result was even more problematic and muddier. A hot, icky mess is a better description of it. Where to start? First of all, let me state unequivocally that Clear Day needed some retooling if it had any hope of succeeding in 2011. But Mr. Parnell somehow managed to take every bit of charm and humor out of Alan Jay Lerner's book. Then the reimaginers bumped up the time period from present day (in 1965, present day was 1965) to a specified 1974. Why they just didn't figure out a way to reimagine the script to present day 2011 is beyond me. All going to the psychedelic, Me Decade 1970s did was force us to look at ugly sets and costumes and watch really cheesy choreography. But then, ah, but then, the creative power folks went on their own psychedelic trip and made Daisy/Melinda into two separate parts played by two separate actors. The fun of seeing the same actress switch characters with a change of posture, attitude and voice? Gone. And not only that, but Daisy is now David, a commitment-challenged smoker who is eager for the good doctor to cure him of the habit so he can move in with his boyfriend, and Melinda is still Melinda, but instead of being an 18th century Londoner, she's now a 1940s nightclub singer who can apparently make time travel between 1974 and the 1940s a reality, since she and the good doctor actually interact in real time or, rather, theatrical real time. In the Mayer/Parnell vision, Dr. Bruckner is now the show's central focus, a shift which causes the entire show to spin dizzily out of control. And let's not even talk about how many violations of doctor-patient ethics are shamelessly broken in this version. Yikes! With the stage presence and charm of a 2x4, Harry Connick Jr., who was sexy and fun in a revival of The Pajama Game five years earlier, bored the living crap out of me as Dr. Bruckner. Looking puffy and seriously uncomfortable, he didn't even sing all that well at the preview we attended. Kerry O'Malley was shamefully misused as Connick's adoring colleague. Sarah Stiles, as David's BFF, was bitch-slap perky and generally supremely annoying. Drew Gehling, as David's boyfriend, was not only cute as all get-out, but also the true bright spot among the supporting players. David Turner played David, née Daisy, and took the challenges and ran with them. He was as charming as the script and direction would allow him to be and really shone with the songs. His "What Did I Have That I Don't Have?" was right up there with the best and provided the show's second showstopper. (The first was Jessie Mueller's "Ev'ry Night at Seven." Connick didn't stop anything. Well, he did, but not in a good way.) Jessie Mueller, in her Broadway debut, played the new version of Melinda. Blessed with a fine voice and charisma and presence to spare, she sang the daylights out of her material, but sadly wasn't given a character, so she almost seemed like an extraneous character in the proceedings. Ironically both Jessie Mueller and David Turner could have easily played the Daisy/Melinda role with great charm and talent depending on the direction the show wanted to go in…a gay theme or the traditional one, though the former would have posed some lyric challenges for the luscious "Melinda." None of the interpolated songs quite worked, the book was part caricature, part pseudo-serious, part stereotypes, and, oddly considering that Michael Mayer is a gay man, I found it bordered on homophobic. Since the biggest problem onstage was Connick, perhaps another leading man would have better served this new vision. Will Swenson? Brian d'Arcy James? Will Chase? This handily became the new Gold Standard because they took a lovely, if flawed, property and, unforgivingly, made an unrecognizable hash of it. During the interval at our preview performance, we were standing next to Michael Mayer and some of the creatives. It was obvious something wasn't quite going the way they planned. (Really?) Mayer asked, "What do you think we should do?" I so wanted to tap him on the shoulder and say, "Close the show." The days were not clear for Clear Day. The reviews were mostly negative and the audiences did not flock to the box office for Harry Connick, Jr. The show closed after 29 previews and a paltry 57 performances. It is perhaps telling that Tams-Witmark, the show's licensing agent, only offers the original version for performance rights. – at the St. James Theatre, New York
Sidebar: I have somewhat of a history with Clear Day's delightful "Hurry! It's Lovely Up Here." When I was high school senior, I was invited to join Modern Music Masters, now Tri-M, a secondary school honor society for music. At the installation ceremony for the new members, each new member had to do some sort of musical performance. I accompanied two of my classmates as they performed an operatic aria. This in and of itself is remarkable since I can't actually play the piano, but can bang out the right notes if the piece is simple. (I also, astonishingly, during my days at ISU, played the piano, as a sort of substitute for a bass, for a campus-wide evening of musical entertainments put on by each of the dorms.) I digress. For my MMM performance, I went unconventional (lots of classical and art song stuff went on that night) and sang "Hurry! It's Lovely Up Here." As the only theatre song that evening, it got a great response. Then later that year in drama class, one of our assignments was to perform a 15-minute scene from a play. I chose the opening scene from On a Clear Day You Can See Forever and, foretelling by some forty-plus years what Michael Mayer and Peter Parnell would attempt to do, changed Daisy Gamble to David Gamble, but also changed Dr. Mark Bruckner to Dr. Melinda Bruckner. Part of that scene gave me yet another opportunity to perform, this time to a taped accompaniment, "Hurry! It's Lovely Up Here." And last, but not least, jump ahead to 1980-81 to Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, and that year's entertainment for the National Word Processing Association's conference. Working with the same people, more or less, that I'd worked with the previous year in New York for that year's conference, the hour-long show was a story about word-processing and romance in the work place (I think) and somehow or another, the second number in the show had me singing, yep, you guessed it, "Hurry! It's Lovely Up Here." (Haven't a clue what this had to do with anything in the story, but it was a big hit with the happily drinking audience.) And, yes, it's still a favorite of mine.

And that's the end of the series on my Top Ten Theatrical Train Wrecks. Coming up in future posts...more Alphabet Soup, more Musical Mayhem, and more Walking in a West End Wonderland. Cheers!
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