Monday, April 22, 2019

IF THE SHOE FITS… (The Shoebox Files) Part 4

IF THE SHOE FITS…
(The Shoebox Files)
Part 4

Tucked away in the bedroom closet was an ECCO shoe box filled with programs. Another random mixture of plays and musicals. What's on for today?

HAIR – Metropolis Performing Arts Center, Arlington Heights, IL


May, 2017. When Hair premiered in 1968, it revolutionized a somewhat moribund musical theatre scene. It was angry; it was sexy; it had a message; it had full-frontal nudity (!!!!!), albeit dimly lit; it had a sensational score that throbbed with a rock beat while, at the same time, being a traditional Broadway score. When I saw the sit-down in Chicago a year later, at the tender age of nineteen, I was enthralled. Twenty years later, original producer Michael Butler produced a local 20th anniversary production at Chicago's Vic Theatre that, while enjoyable, and let's face it, nothing can dim that score, came off as somewhat of a dusty museum piece. Jump ahead twenty-one years later, and once again Hair lit up Broadway in an exciting, sexy, angry revival by Diane Paulus. Looking more relevant than ever, it was hard to believe that Hair, at that time, was forty-one years old! And then along came Metropolis' production of Hair. (Metropolis is a well-funded performing arts center in suburban Chicago with a score of corporate sponsors.) Sigh. Where do I begin? The director, clearly out of her element, basically made short shrift of the anti-war anger and theme, and instead made the show pretty much just about sex. The choreography was unfocused and messy. The cast had talented young men and women in it, but they never really seemed connected to the material. (A notable exception was Alex Levy's charismatic Berger.) The low point in the evening came when the actor playing Sheila took the iconic "Easy to Be Hard" and turned it into a screeching vocal horror. Truly painful. Remember when I said earlier that nothing can dim that score? Well, I was wrong. This production managed to do the impossible. Argh. – at the Metropolis Performing Arts Center, Arlington Heights, IL

MAMMA MIA! – Marriott Theatre, Lincolnshire, IL


April, 2017. Mamma Mia! is one of my great guilty pleasures. The plot...woman screws three different men and doesn't know which of the three fathered her daughter. And who hasn't done that? All show up at said daughter's wedding. Chaos and ABBA ensues. Wholesome family entertainment. Well, actually, it is. The plot line above might be a little risqué for the wee ones, but how can anyone hate a show with all those great ABBA tunes? This was one of the best shows I've seen at Marriott, and I've seen some really good ones over the decades. Directed with flair by Rachel Rockwell, who would tragically die a year later at 49 due to ovarian cancer, the show featured knockout performances by its trio of leading ladies, Meghan Murphy, Danni Smith, and Cassie Slater, terrific work by the hard-working ensemble, spot-on vocal work, and high-energy choreography by Ericka Mac, who would make a complete hash of the charming Bright Star two years later. (See later post.) I loved this production from start to finish. This show just makes me happy. – at the Marriott Theatre, Lincolnshire, IL.
Critical Firestorm: In an otherwise favorable review of this production, the Chicago Sun-Times' long-time theatre critic Hedy Weiss made this comment when discussing the costumes: "Theresa Ham’s character-defining costumes make the most of the many “real women” figures on stage, just as the gold and silver spandex outfits outline the perfect bodies of the terrific chorus dancers." And, bam!, the internet lit up with cries of body shaming. A review of another show a few months later brought complaints about racial insensitivity. Weiss became persona non grata in Chicago's theatre community, even though many theatre companies continued to provide her and/or her publication with free tickets because, frankly, they wanted the review from Chicago's second major paper, the first arguably being the Chicago Tribune. In February, 2018, the Sun-Times dropped her, fired her, dismissed her, whatever you wish to call it, ending a 30+-year career at the paper. Cries of joy erupted on local social media. But guess what? Local PBS station WTTW quietly hired Weiss to review for them, and she's still on reviewer lists throughout the Chicago area.

But this isn't about Hedy Weiss and whether or not you agree with the complaints about her. Personally, I've not been a fan of hers for a very long time. I often questioned not only her judgment, but also her basic critical acuity. For my money, the best Sun-Times theatre critic was the late, great Glenna Syse. My question is this…Since Weiss' comments obviously hit a raw nerve in today's theatrical environment, how in the hell would these folks have survived back in the days when critics were actually critics, men and women who could discuss the merits of a show from the writing, to the physical design, to the direction, to the acting, and pretty much everything else in the production, and where, frankly, they didn't care much about creative egos, being politically correct, or current sensitivities . Their reviews could be valentines; they could be total slams; they could be anywhere in-between, but you knew where they stood, and you could judge with a fair amount of confidence if the show involved was any good.  In New York, there still is a critical community with folks who write critical notices, perhaps with a bit more sensitivity and political correctness than in the past, but critical nonetheless. In Chicago, however, we've become a community of, for lack of a better term, blogger summarizers, who spend 90% of their "review" on regurgitating the plot, followed by brief comments on everything else. If the summarizer doesn't like something, it's usually framed in words whose subtext is "That's okay, you did your best. Good job!" Sorry, if I want a summary, I'll read the Cliff's Notes. Actual press critics are few in number and actual critical reviews are equally few in number. Instead, it's largely bloggers, and they rarely say anything really negative about any show, and I'm convinced that's because they're afraid of losing their free tickets. So, if that's the case, what's the purpose of reviews today? Do they really serve a purpose if nobody is actually looking at a production with knowledgeable and critical eyes? Or are they around only to provide quotes for the shows' press folks?

NOTES FROM THE FIELD – Second Stage Theatre (Tony Kiser Theatre), New York

 






NOTES FROM THE FIELD – Second Stage Theatre (Tony Kiser Theatre), New York
November, 2016. The story goes like this... We got two seats for what passes for a balcony (upper level far stage right side of theatre) for $60. A steal. But since the tickets indicated something called "B Stool," Bob checked them out before the show. Turns out they're narrow bar stools BEHIND a row of regular theatre seats. They sold them as partial view, and we knew that, but Bob said the view was more obstructed than partial, so he went to the box office to see is they could do anything, and those lovely folks said we can change them for you and gave Bob two returned premium seats in the 4th row...no extra charge. Thank you, 2st box office!!

We waited over one hour while the folks at Second Stage figured out a wonky fire alarm, but the wait was so worth it! Discussing issues surrounding race, class and America's school-to-prison pipeline, Notes from the Field used interviews from over two hundred students, parents, teachers, and administrators to tell its story of a generation of American youth, most from poorer communities, who don't catch a break in our broken educational system. It was freaking awesome! Anna Deavere Smith, Notes' star and author, was even more freaking awesome. She had the audience in the palm of her hand. Powerful, sincere, and acted from the heart with compassion and integrity, Notes from the Field was a master class in the power of the theatre. – at Second Stage Theatre, New York

SWEET CHARITY
– The Pershing Square Signature Theatre, New York



November, 2016. Rather than the rather upbeat ending that has, frankly, haunted Sweet Charity since its 1966 premiere, the show ended with the poignant and despairing "Where Am I Going?" And that new ending was simply smashing. Sutton Foster took Gwen Verdon's iconic role and made it her own. Funny, vulnerable, yet worldly, with just the right amount of optimism blended with cold reality, she captivated our hearts. The crowning jewel in the show, however, remains the Cy Coleman and Dorothy Fields score, full of brass and sass. The entire cast worked their collective asses off in, often, multiple roles, and this pared-down version was intimate and personal. Special props to Shuler Hensley's Oscar, Asmeret Ghebremichael's Nickie, and Emily Padgett's Helene. Leigh Silveerman's direction kept everything on point and moving along. Joshua Bergasse's choreography, for the most part, captured the essence of the show. I missed the ennui in "Rich Man's Frug," however, and "Rhythm of Life" was a miss, but that song's garbage anyhow and the one misfire in an otherwise wonderful score. Yes, Foster's costume was beyond hideous, but she, and her show, were just so good, you didn't care. – at the Perishing Square Signature Theatre, New York

– Marriott Theatre, Lincolnshire, IL

"Dance hall hostesses." Yeah...right.


September, 2018. I find it hard to believe that, with Chicago's large and talented community of Equity actors, the folks at Marriott could not have found three Chicago-based actors to play Charity, Helene, and Nickie in Sweet Charity. Also find it hard to believe that the colorless Anne Horak was the best of the lot for the title role. Sure, she sang the notes, said the lines, and danced the steps, but it was all bland and unexciting. There was absolutely no camaraderie among Charity, Helene, and Nickie. Having said that, the ensemble was terrific, and the show lifted whenever they had a number. Terrific, perhaps, is too tame. They were simply astonishing. As in "WOW!" The "Rich Man's Frug" number was sensational, best thing in the show. Props go to Alex Goodrich, reliable and excellent as always, and Adam Jacobs, Broadway's original Aladdin, who sang the crap out of "Too Many Tomorrows" in the smallish role of Vittorio Vidal. Sitting in section 1, we saw lots of back and overall felt cheated. The usually excellent orchestra sounded thin at times, and the entire show, with the exceptions noted above, never really soared. Better than Writers' production from a few years back, but miles from the Sutton Foster production we saw recently in New York. Not a total miss, but not one of Marriott's better efforts. - at the Marriott Theatre, Lincolnshire, IL.
Casting: In the not-so-distant past, most of Chicago's Equity first-tier, non-touring houses cast locally, using Chicago's large and diverse Equity community of actors. Over the last few years, that's been changing, and a perfect example is the casting of Sweet Charity at Marriott, where the three major female roles were all cast with non-Chicago-based Equity actors. Why? Certainly there must have been at least three Chicago-based actors who could do the roles justice. Now I could understand it if Marriott had cast actual stars, folks who would bring some added oomph to the box office, give the show a little extra pizzazz, but the three ladies cast weren't box office names and certainly brought no extra pizzazz with their lackluster performances. And this is not a rare exception. Marriott does it. So does Paramount, Drury Lane, Chicago Shakespeare, Goodman, etc. They all do it now. So why doesn't Chicago's Equity office say anything? Well, I suspect, Equity's view on it, and probably rightly so, is an Equity actor is an Equity actor is an Equity actor. So the onus, really, is on the theatres themselves. And I rather doubt their casting policies will change. It's a shame that Chicago actors now often get the short end of the stick when it comes to star casting. Sigh.

NORTHANGER ABBEY – Lifeline Theatre, Chicago



August, 2016. Final performance. There was a character in Northanger Abbey called Mrs. Allen. The actress playing her reminded me a lot of Cloris Leachman as Phyllis in the old Mary Tyler Moore show. She was very funny. She was in a different show than the rest of the cast, mind you, but very funny, and the best thing in the show. And the wonderful Jeanine Tesori should get royalty payments since one of the songs sounded very much like This Is Our Story from Shrek. The Tesori song is better. The critics fainted over this. It wasn't awful, and I didn't hate it, but faint? Nah, don't think so.  – at Lifeline Theatre, Chicago

BRIGHT STAR 
– Cort Theatre, New York

 A gorgeous night view of the marquee and the front of the Cort.





June, 2016. In a Hamilton­-obsessed season, this lovely, unflashy musical didn't have a chance. A pity, too, because I fell in love with this show minutes into it. Full of laughter,life, and love with a gorgeous country/bluegrass score, Bright Star dared to be unapologetically sentimental, perhaps at times even corny, dared to tell its story without bells and whistles, but instead with honesty and emotion, and dared its audiences to feel and connect. Loaded with a cast of talented pros, including Paul Alexander Nolan, Michael Mulheren, A.J. Shively, Hannah Elless, Stephen Bogardus, Dee Hoty, Stephen Lee Anderson, Emily Padgett, and Jeff Blumenkrantz, Bright Star was blessed with a kick-ass Broadway debut by leading lady Carmen Cusack as Alice Murphy. Sensitively and creatively directed by Walter Bobbie, with choreography by Josh Rhode, and beautifully designed and lit, it's possible that the commercial juggernaut that is Broadway theatre wasn't an ideal home for this soft-spoken musical, and an off-Broadway venue could have been a better fit. No matter. We cheered and applauded like mad at the show's end, and stayed until the band, a terrific group of musicians one and all, played the last note of the exit music. The bright star that is Bright Star had a short life on Broadway, but it's memory shines bright, indeed. – at the Cort Theatre, New York
Sidebar: In a Facebook post I noted that Bright Star would have a long life on the regional circuit and wondered which Chicago theatre would produce it first, hoping that it would not be Porchlight Theatre. Well, it wasn't, but….(see below)

– BoHo Theatre at the Greenhouse Theatre Center, Chicago
Sadly, this poster was more interesting and better designed than the show itself.
Greenhouse really needs to get its act together re: opening houses, seating, etc. It was an inexcusable scrum.



April, 2019. Oh. My. Well, at least the band was good! And dinner was delicious! (Rickshaw Republic. Highly recommended.) – at BoHo Theatre at the Greenhouse Theater Center, Chicago

COME FROM AWAY
– Schoenfeld Theatre, New York






Don't be deceived. This set did lots and lots of VERY cool things!

March, 2017. Opening night was two days earlier. Quite possibly the best new musical I'd seen in a very long time. On a snowy, miserable day in New York, the talented actors and musicians of this remarkable show touched our hearts with their stories of hope, sadness, joy, compassion, and just plain kindness. Beautifully performed, played, and sung, with inventive staging, and a brilliant production design, there was not a single sloppy or ineffective moment and not a single weak performance. I simply cannot recommend it enough.This lovely show, like Bright Star the previous season, was caught in the hoopla surrounding the year's big flavor-of-the-season, the overrated, in my opinion, Dear Evan Hansen, and frankly was robbed at that year's Tony Awards. Unlike Bright Star, however, Come From Away found and continues to find its audiences, and remains at this writing (April, 2019), a sell-out, and profitable, hit. – at the Schoenfeld Theatre, New York

– Schoenfeld Theatre, New York

 

September, 2018. Welcome to the Rock! With many of the original cast still in the show, including the awesome Jenn Colella, this was, once again, a remarkable evening of theatre. This should have won the Tony for Best Musical instead of that show across the street that glorifies a liar. Essential viewing for anyone who cares about musical theatre. Well done, all! – at the Schoenfeld Theatre, New York

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And on that note, I'll stop for today. An American Tribal Love-Rock icon, ABBA tunes, an evening with a master storyteller and documentarian, dance hall hostesses, a musicalization of a Jane Austen novel, bluegrass music and a Southern story, and the true story of bravery and kindness in the wake of a world tragedy. That's quite a wide-ranging group of shows! Until later, and remember, if the show fits….
© 2019 Jeffrey Geddes

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

SPECIAL EDITION! BROADWAY BACKWARDS II: 2015-2019

BROADWAY BACKWARDS II
2015-2019

For the past twelve years, Bob and I have had the privilege of attending Broadway Backwards, a benefit for New York City's LGBT Center on 13th Street and Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS.

So what is Broadway Backwards, you ask? Simply put, it's a glorious evening of music, love, and laughter where the guys sing songs usually associated with women and the gals sing songs usually associated with men. There are comedy songs, torch songs, love songs, and crackingly-sharp production numbers featuring a blisteringly-talented ensemble. Some years may be marginally better than others, but it's always an incredible evening full of laughter, great singing and dancing, and, yes, often some tears. It always sells out its venue, it raises a lot of money, and it gives us hope that even in today's horrid environment, love will prevail.

Starting with their 10th anniversary edition…

BROADWAY BACKWARDS (10TH ANNIVERSARY) – Al Hirschfeld Theatre, New York





March, 2015. Hosted by the singular Julie Halston and the talented Rob McClure, this 10th anniversary edition was like a "Broadway Backwards Greatest Hits." And we loved every single minute of it. Just some of the delights on display that night: a touching, soaring "A Boy Like That/I Have a Love" by Aaron Lazar and Tony Yazbek; a spot-on, hysterical "Cell Block Tango" by the male ensemble; Tituss Burgess raising the Hirschfeld roof with "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going," which closed Act One; "There Is Nothing Like a Dame," with the one and only Florence Henderson and the ladies ensemble; a joyous "I Could Have Danced All Night" by Douglas Sills; "Home," delivered with power and heart by Norm Lewis; Maureen McGovern's quiet, simple "This Nearly Was Mine"; "The Man I Love," in an elegant rendition by Brian Stokes Mitchell. It's all for a marvelous cause, and it's always memorable. – at the Al Hirschfeld Theatre, New York



BROADWAY BACKWARDS (11) – Al Hirschfeld Theatre, New York









March, 2016. Every event should have the irreverent Julie White as a host. Bracing and refreshing, she made a fabulous evening even more fabulous. I mean, where else can you experience moments like Krysta Rodriguez's joyous "She Touched Me;" "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend" by Jay Armstrong Johnson and the male ensemble in a version that would make Marilyn envious; "The Party's Over" in a lovely, quiet version by Len Cariou, still a star all these decades later; and speaking of stars, how about Ken Page and André De Shields doing "Find Out What They Like (and How They Like It) from Ain't Misbehavin'; "Forget About the Boy" with Tony Yazbek, Eddie Korbich and the Ensemble in full-fledged showstopper mode; "All I Care About Is Love" featuring the one and only, legendary Chita Rivera and the ladies; Tituss Burgess' exciting "The Story Goes On." Year after year, an evening of memorable delights. – at the Al Hirschfeld Theatre, New York



BROADWAY BACKWARDS (12) – Al Hirschfeld Theatre, New York








March, 2017. Julie White as host in resplendent anti-Trump form and delicious as always. Andrew Rannells wowed us with "Wherever He Ain't." Michael Longoria, Dominic Nolfi, and Daniel Reichard gave us a lovely "At the Ballet." Elizabeth Stanley had us all howling with "The Sensitive Song."  Josh Groban closed Act 1 with a heartfelt "Someone Else's Story." In Act 2, Kathleen Turner (!!) treated us to a credible "I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face." (I know. Who knew she could sing, right?); "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" by Jay Armstrong Johnson and Andrew Keenan-Bolger forever changed the way I will look at that song. And let's not forget a gorgeously-sung "If I Loved You" by Rachel York and Lora Lee Gayer, a "Let It Go" I actually liked by Santino Fontana, and, to end the evening, Cynthia Erivo raising the roof with "Make Them Hear You." And that, boys and girls, is why this is much-anticipated yearly event for us. – at the Al Hirschfeld Theatre, New York

BROADWAY BACKWARDS (13) – Al Hirschfeld Theatre, New York










April, 2018. In an evening of incredible performances at the 2018 Broadway Backwards, I think my favorite had to be Jay Armstrong Johnson recreating the original Bob Fosse choreography, thank you very much, in "If They Could See Me Now." And that boy has one fine tush. Trust me on that. But wait. There was more, much more. Tony Yazbek, one of the most awesomely talented men on Broadway, and "Vanilla Ice Cream." Yum! Anneliese van der Pol's stunning "She Touched Me." Ethan Slater and the Ensemble in "The Lady is a Tramp." Michael McElroy and Bryan Terrell Clark's "What About Love?" Joey McIntyre delivered the goods with "Don't Rain on My Parade" and Telly Leung and Taylor Trensch sang a gorgeous "Who Will Love Me as I Am?" from the under-appreciated Side Show. I could have done with a different final number, since I truly detest "This Is Me" from The Greatest Showman. I find the song loaded with insincere cliché. (Didn't care much for the film either.) I'm sure I'm in the minority regarding this song.  Can't wait for next year. – at the Al Hirschfeld Theatre, New York



BROADWAY BACKWARDS (14) – New Amsterdam Theatre, New York












March, 2019. A not-so-funny thing happened at the fourteenth annual Broadway Backwards benefit concert. This was the first time in twelve years (we've been to every edition except the first two) that we've left the theatre with very mixed feelings about what we'd just seen. In a program that ranged from thrilling to, well, not thrilling, I felt the material this year wasn't always the most exciting and/or relevant, coupled with a few baffling performances. This year also seemed to lack the soaring, romantic ballads that give an emotional pow to the evening. Since almost everyone involved donated their time and talent to the event, it's probably churlish of me to say I was, frankly, rather glad when the first act was over, despite some really excellent performances. (Not pointing fingers, but the number from Spring Awakening was unintelligible and just plain odd, and the classic from Bye, Bye Birdie was trying so hard to be hip, it fell flat.) Deep breath. Okay…bitching over. Let's talk instead about the good stuff. Kicking off the proceedings was an exciting "Where You Are" featuring Gavin Creel and Andrew Rannells. Jenn Collella was a funny and gracious host, and kicked ass in the terrific finale (so much better than last year's mundane "This Is Me."). Darren Criss, ably supported by Ward Billeisen and Michael James Scott, was adorable in "Getting Married Today." Legends Donna McKechnie and Bebe Neuwirth were beguiling in a charming "I Still Get Jealous." Robyn Hurder and Alexandra Silber gave Jerome Robbins' original choreography a proper turn in "All I Need is the Girl." Clive Alves, Nathan Lee Graham, and the male ensemble, complete with the Bob Fosse moves, treated us to a sizzling "Big Spender." Any show that features a number by the inimitable Kathleen Turner gets my vote, and Ms. T. did a nicely wry "I Guess I'll Have to Change My Plan." Debra Monk's comic turn in "I Met a Girl" was priceless, and Bonnie Milligan did a fine job with the vocals, though I could have done without the belting/screech at the end. Andrew Keenan-Bolger's "I Feel Pretty" was just ridiculous and totally fun, with able support by the guys in the ensemble and a killer bit by Janelle Lutz as the boss from hell. Vocal kudos of the evening, and the closest the evening came to an emotional highlight, was Jarrod Spector's thrilling "The Way of Love." Spot-on interpretation and just effortless in his vocals. Housed in the gorgeous New Amsterdam, Broadway Backwards, with proceeds benefiting Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS and The Center, is a painless way to support these two awesome charities, and though we were both less than enthralled with this year's production, we'll be back next year. – at the New Amsterdam Theatre, New York



Broadway Backwards…long may it reign! 
© 2019 Jeffrey Geddes






































Saturday, March 9, 2019

ALPHABET SOUP (16): FEATURING A RANDOM LETTER OF THE ALPHABET AND SOME SHOWS THAT BEGIN WITH THAT LETTER: "L"


ALPHABET SOUP (16):
FEATURING A RANDOM LETTER OF THE ALPHABET AND SOME SHOWS THAT BEGIN WITH THAT LETTER

L
A.R. Guerney's uber-popular play that has been done by, I suspect, practically every theatre company in the world; Eugene O'Neill's epic masterpiece performed by a cast the likes of which dreams are made of; a blissfully mindless, thoroughly entertaining musical that probably should have stayed off-Broadway where it started; an acclaimed musical that I couldn't warm up no matter how hard I tried; and finally one of the funniest musicals in existence, full stop. Let the "Ls" begin!

LOVE LETTERS – Chicago Theatre, Chicago







February, 1992. Not that it matters, but neither of the two Broadway productions of A.R. Gurney's Love Letters were smoking box office smashes. What it lacked in Broadway durability, however, it more than made up for in popularity and has resulted in the gift that keeps on giving…and giving…and giving to Mr. Gurney's estate. It literally is a money machine. And with good reason. There are only two actors. The set can be whatever you want. Limited rehearsal is required since the actors use scripts. The play itself is gentle and eager to please. No heavy-heavy-hangs-over-thy-head themes. World peace will not come out of a performance. And depending on your socioeconomic status, you may or may not relate to the antics of the two characters. In its favor, it's often funny, sometimes moving, and solidly authored, but there's just not much meat on Love Letters' bones. For this tour, which stopped off in Chicago for a brief seven-performance run, the producers hired everyone's favorite TV couple, Jennifer and Jonathan Hart. Oops. I meant Stefanie Powers and Robert Wagner. It didn't matter that the play seemed lost in the huge Chicago Theatre (3600 seats). The packed house came to see Jennifer and Jonathan in person, and that's exactly what they got. Sitting on two tall stools with backs and with music stands in front of them, Wagner and Powers, with the help of some great lighting, managed to make the theatre seem almost intimate. Surprisingly at ease on the stage, they delivered genuine star charisma. Powers was the better actor, able to handle both the comedy and drama with ease. Wagner was competent, handled the lighter stuff better than the heavier sections, and looked damn fine even from the reaches of the middle balcony, a million miles away from the stage. It was professional and polished, and we all had a great time. – at the Chicago Theatre, Chicago
Jon and Jen: Hart to Hart ran for five seasons, from 1979 to 1984. It was a favorite of Steve's and myself, and we would religiously tape and save the episodes. (Remember, these were the days before DVRs and streaming video.) Curiously, considering how much we loved the show, we never rewatched any of the episodes and the many VCR tapes languished on the shelves until I finally got rid of them prior to a move after Steve died. Jump ahead ten years or so. I'm a cabin hag for Comair. Hart to Hart had been released on DVD, available on Netflix. While on a layover, I eagerly popped in the Season 1, Disc 1 DVD and began the episode. Not even halfway through the episode, I stopped watching. What I thought was so clever, stylish, and glamorous in the early 80s, now seemed, well, none of the above. I guess I'd moved on from Jon and Jen. Ah, well.

LONG DAY'S JOURNEY INTO NIGHT – Plymouth Theatre, New York








August, 2003. On a layover in New York on a steamy Sunday in July, I stood in the cancellations line at the Plymouth Theatre in my synthetics-are-us-so-we-don't-breathe flight attendant uniform, and was the very last person called to purchase a ticket to the multi-Tony winning revival of Eugene O'Neill's masterpiece. To say I was in theatrical bliss for four hours would be a gross understatement. To say the cast of Vanessa Redgrave, Brian Dennehy, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Robert Sean Leonard was perfection would be grossly inaccurate. They were so much more than that. It wasn't what they did that was so impressive; it was what they didn't do that was extraordinary. And what they didn't do was act. Oh, trust me, they were all acting up a storm, but damned if I could spot a single false move, a single dishonest emotion, a single dip into tricks, artifice, and "acting." They were the Tyrone family and we, the audience, were the proverbial flies on the wall witnessing as they railed at each other only to beseech forgiveness in the next moment, as they shrieked in anger, fueled by alcohol and drugs, to be followed soon after by a scene of unexpected warmth. In a cast of such accomplished actors, Vanessa Redgrave's Mary Tyrone was a revelation. The subtleties she brought to her role; the frailty, the strength, the despair, the dignity she gave that troubled, tragic character. Brilliant doesn't do her justice. She truly is in a class by herself. Robert Falls directed this with sensitivity and grace. I am still in awe of this production. – at the Plymouth Theatre, New York
FUN FACTS: Tonys were won by the production itself for Best Revival, Vanessa Redgrave for Leading Actress in a Play, and Brian Dennehy for Leading Actor in a Play. Robert Sean Leonard won a Featured Actor in a Play Tony in 2001 for his role in Tom Stoppard's The Invention of Love, which I found to be a fascinating, if extraordinarily dense afternoon of theatre. The late Philip Seymour Hoffman would win a 2005 Oscar for his portrayal of Truman Capote in Capote. Like I said…a class act.

LYSISTRATA JONES – Walter Kerr Theatre, New York




December, 2011. Preview. First off, let me say no one will ever confuse Lysistrata Jones with Follies. Not a bit of angst in sight in this light, breezy frolic of a show. A musical that uses as its basis Aristophanes' anti-war comedy in which the ladies of ancient Greece, in an attempt to end the Peloponnesian War, decide to withhold all sex from the menfolk until peace is declared? Indeed, only this time the locale is a D-List college where the cheerleaders decide to withhold sex from their basketball-playing boyfriends until the BFs lose their ennui and contentment at having never won a game in decades and start upping their game. Not quite as lofty a goal perhaps, but it somehow all worked. A pleasant, energetic score by Lewis Flinn with a sensational ballad to close Act One, sold-to-the-rafters by leading lady Patti Murin, kept everything enjoyably tuneful. Nifty choreography and direction courtesy of Dan Knechtges kept the show moving. Lots of boy eye candy in various states of dress and undress was an unexpected bonus, and the fine performances by the talented cast, led by Patti Murin, Josh Segarra, Jason Tam, Lindsay Nicole Chambers, and Liz Mikel, gave the musical a satisfying professional sheen. Douglas Carter Beane's book got the job done with heart, warmth, humor, and the occasional political jab. Plus he provided me with my 2nd most favorite line: "I'm moist like a snack cake!" A perhaps ill-advised transfer from a successful summer booking off-Broadway, Lysistrata Jones, though entertaining as all get-out, didn't seem comfortably at home in the modestly-sized Walter Kerr. It was, at heart, a little musical trying to make it in the big leagues, and, despite decent-enough reviews, including pretty much a rave from the all-important New York Times, it just couldn't draw an audience willing to pay Broadway prices for this unassuming delight. Perhaps it would have played better at the smaller Helen Hayes, former home of Xanadu; perhaps it should have just transferred to an open-ended engagement off-Broadway. Whatever the case, it didn't make it and closed after 34 previews and only 30 performances. Sad. – at the Walter Kerr Theatre, New York
Cast Tidbits: Liz Mikel's only Broadway appearance to date was in Lysistrata Jones. Jason Tam will be appearing in this season's (2018-2019) Be More Chill and was a recorded voice in Dear Evan Hansen. Lindsay Nicole Chambers won my heart as Gail in the fabulous web series Submissions Only. Josh Segarra, a cool drink of water if ever there was one, played a dumb-as-rocks cop in the sadly short-lived TV series Sirens, and won praise for his long stint as Emilio Estefan in Broadway's On Your Feet! Patti Murin, so, so good in Lysistrata Jones, would effortlessly steal the show as Anna from the showier, but less substantial, part of Elsa when we saw the musical Frozen during its Denver shakedown.

THE LIGHT IN THE PIAZZA – Vivian Beaumont Theater, New York






June, 2005. About ten days before we saw The Light in the Piazza, the musical had racked up six Tony Awards at the 2005 ceremonies, including Best Actress for Victoria Clark, Best Score for Adam Guettel, Richard Rodgers' grandson, Best Orchestrations, and swept the musical design categories. And indeed Piazza was lovely to look at. And Victoria Clark was, in a word, magnificent, and she had a slew of fine actors with her in the cast, including Kelli O'Hara and pre-Glee Matthew Morrison, but, frankly, her performance was just about the only thing that kept the show from becoming a ponderous slog that moved at a snail's pace. I found little joy in the show, and just could not get into Guettel's score. Was that a melody trying to get through? Wait. Nope. To my ears, it was unmelodic noise masquerading as an "important score." And since I couldn't get involved with the music, and since Piazza is, after all, a musical, I just couldn't become invested in the characters. It didn't help that our seats were on the far side of the Beaumont's wide thrust stage, making everything seem somewhat removed. I wasn't bored, and I didn't hate it, but I was disappointed. What didn't disappoint was the radiant Clark. She made the evening worthwhile. – at the Vivian Beaumont Theater, New York

LITTLE ME – Criterion Center Stage Right (Roundabout Theatre Company), New York


December, 1998. One of the funniest musicals ever written, Little Me is blessed with a hysterical, joke-laden book by Neil Simon, a sensational, tune-filled score by Cy Coleman and Carolyn Leigh, and based on the ridiculously funny book of the same title by Auntie Mame's Patrick Dennis. Ostensibly about the life and trials of poor-trailer-trash-turned-rich-celebrity Belle Poitrine, it's really about the opportunity to get a cast of inspired comic actors together and collectively make their audiences weak with laughter. Heading Roundabout's cast of zanies were Martin Short and Faith Prince, two actors whose comic skills are honed to a laser-like precision. Playing the men in Belle's life, Short spun the lightweight material to comic gold at every turn, almost turning the invaluable Prince into an afterthought. The operative word there was "almost." If the material didn't allow Prince the number of opportunities to shine, she made sure she made the most out of every appearance and was Short's equal in the scenery-chewing department. And look at this supporting cast: Brooks Ashmanskas, Peter Benson, Michael McGrath, Michael Park, Christine Pedi, and an especially droll and divine Ruth Williamson. The score, one snappy song after another, has one major pop hit, "I've Got Your Number," and a secondary one in "Real Live Girl." But there's also the poignant "Poor Hollywood Star," the effervescent title tune that gets things off to a grand start, the celebratory "Here's To Us," and, well, there's not a bad song in the lot. The show, newly revised, featured satiric nods to the film Titanic and the musical Chicago, and had a crisp, delightful staging by Rob Marshall. We enjoyed ourselves immensely. It's a shame Little Me isn't more well-known. – at the Criterion Center Stage Right, New York
Background Stuff: Little Me made its Broadway debut during the 1962-63 season and starred Sid Caesar (roles later played by Martin Short), Virginia Martin and Nancy Anderson (roles combined in 1998 and played by Faith Prince), and Sven Swenson, who made "I've Got Your Number" the show's true showstopper. It received mostly favorable reviews, with only one unfavorable review among four raves and two favorable ones according to Steven Suskin's Opening Night on Broadway. Yet despite the star power and the good notices, Little Me never caught on and closed after a mere 275 performances. A major revival twenty years later starring James Coco and Victor Garber, splitting the seven roles originally played by Caesar, was a critical miss and closed a few weeks after it opened. The Roundabout revival didn't exactly win over the critics, but it's reviews were good enough to ensure a healthy limited run at the 499-seat Criterion. Little Me would be the Criterion's penultimate show. It would close in 1999 to make room for the gigantic Times Square Toy R Us.
    
And on that note… Until later….
© 2019 Jeffrey Geddes

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