Showing posts with label Andrea Martin. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 14, 2018

IF THE SHOE FITS… (The Shoebox Files) Part 3

 IF THE SHOE FITS…
(The Shoebox Files)
Part 3

Still more programs snugly stored away in shoeboxes. Let's see…what's on for today?



ONCE – Jacobs Theatre, New York









March, 2012. 4th preview. The primary set piece is a bar and the audience was invited to join cast members and fellow patrons to enjoy a brew and impromptu hootenanny featuring ensemble members of the cast before the show. Kinda cool. The show itself was unabashedly romantic and featured a monstrously talented cast of musician-actors (or actor-musicians, but in this case the music was the focus) lead by Steve Kazee, that devilishly handsome and talented star from 110 in the Shade, and Cristin Milioti, who was just so very good in this show. The packed house loved every second of it. So did we. Wanted to see it again. But here's the thing…six years later, nothing specific about the show stands out. The show was beautifully performed, designed, and staged, but it's all a blur today. What I do remember, however, and this is not an especially good thing, is diction during the musical numbers was, uh, well, spotty, a bit too mumbly and internal. You got the gist, if not the details, and the big hit tune, Oscar-winning Best Song from the film Once, "Falling Slowly," was a bit of a dirge, and, frankly, the most diction-challenged song in the show. Once won a bunch of Tony Awards at the end of the season, including Best Musical and one for Mr. Kazee, and ran for nearly 1200 performances. I don't mean for this to sound negative, because, questionable diction notwithstanding, I thoroughly enjoyed the show. It just didn't stick. For the record, I've not seen it again.– at the Jacobs Theatre, New York
SIDEBAR: This loved-it-when-I-saw-it-but-now-neutral-about-it attitude towards a show has only happened with one other show, Spring Awakening. Thought that was brilliant when I saw it. Now I can't get through the cast album. Go figure.
           
TALLULAH – Shubert Theatre, Chicago







November, 2000. As theatrical literature, Tallulah is minor league. As an opportunity to see the incomparable Kathleen Turner slink about on the Shubert stage for two hours, it's brilliant. The script isn't the greatest, but with Turner mesmerizing us all and doing it on a great physical production, well, it's all great fun. Set in 1948, the feisty Tallulah is busy preparing to host a fund-raiser for incumbent presidential candidate, Harry Truman. As she prepared for the event, we, the audience, became her BFFs as she regaled us with gossip, stories, and lots and lots of "darlings." The critics liked her, didn't like the play, and the planned 2001 Broadway opening was, uh, "postponed," according to a spokesperson, "to allow the creative team to further develop the play." Everyone knows that's showbiz speak for "ain't gonna happen." Turner ended her tenure as Tallulah in early 2001, but returned to Broadway in 2002 in another iconic role, Mrs. Robinson, in The Graduate, recreating her London portrayal. Tallulah was wildly entertaining. – at the Shubert Theatre, Chicago

THAT CHAMPIONSHIP SEASON – Colonial Theatre, Boston




June, 1974. In 1972 when Jason Miller's That Championship Season opened, it won the Tony for Best Play and the Pulitzer. It went on to a successful 700 performance run, a healthy tour, was made into a film, had a successful off-Broadway revival in 1999, and a critically-panned Broadway revival in 2011. I saw it during my first trip to Boston, not because I necessarily wanted to see the play, but because I wanted to see the historic Colonial Theatre, tryout home of many Broadway shows including Follies. (And, yes, that was the deciding factor.) Jason Miller's play about four adult former high school basketball stars and their coach could have been subtitled "Five White Men Bitching." There wasn't an especially likeable one among the lot, but they weren't reprehensible enough or sleazy enough to be interesting. A work of the 70s, if it were produced today (March, 2018), all of them would wear MAGA hats, be huge Trump supporters, and blame their unremarkable adult lives on immigrants, minorities, women, gays, and anyone and anything except themselves. The production I saw was solid and the cast, headed up by Forrest Tucker and including future TV/film star George Dzundza, were all competently professional. I was underwhelmed, but the Colonial Theatre was, and is, a smash! – at the Colonial Theatre, Boston


FIDDLER ON THE ROOF
 – McVickers Theatre, Chicago
Chicago Tribune ad. Note that Paul Lipson is prominently displayed as the matinee star.







The escape plan from the McVickers. That mezzanine/balcony was huge!

February, 1967. The Broadway smash had been open less than two weeks at the McVickers when I saw it. A replica of the New York production and with a cast of 44 (!!!), Fiddler had not yet become the iconic classic it is today. In 1967, it was still just a Broadway hit and Chicago was just another stop on this company's tour. Two Tevyes headed this cast: Luther Adler, the renowned actor/director for the evening performances, and Paul Lipson, Lazar Wolf at evening performances, played Tevye at the matinees. I saw Lipson. Former opera star Delores Wilson was Golde and Ruth Jaroslow was Yente. The production was lovely to look at, directed and choreographed by Jerome Robbins with flair, and everyone was very good. I simply didn't much care for it. The first act seemed interminable and I just wasn't connecting with the folks onstage. This is no defense, but this was, as of March, 2018, fifty-one years ago. I was sixteen and this was only my third professional show, the first two being Hello, Dolly! and Half a Sixpence, so I was still in my infancy as far as being a theatergoer goes, and perhaps my critical faculties weren't acute enough to appreciate the show. Or perhaps I simply didn't especially care for it. Full stop. My attitude would radically change thirty-eight years later. (See next entry.) – at the McVickers Theatre, Chicago
Sidebar: Paul Lipson would go on to play Tevye over 2000 times on tour and on Broadway, first as Zero Mostel's understudy. In Chicago, he would succeed Luther Adler who left the tour shortly before the Chicago engagement ended. At the time of his death, he held the record for playing the most performances as Tevye, later eclipsed by Topol. Delores Wilson's Broadway career included originating three roles in Broadway failures (Cry for Us All, 9 performances; The Yearling, 3 performances; I Remember Mama, 108 performances), a one-performance gig as Vivian Proclo in a revival of The Ritz, which starred porn star Casey Donovan, and a stint as Miss Hannigan in the original production of Annie. Ruth Jaroslow would play Yente in various Broadway revivals of Fiddler for nearly three decades. Her only other IBDB.com credit is originating Vivian Proclo in the original production of The Ritz.
Sidebar: With a run of ten months, Fiddler on the Roof was the longest-running production at the McVickers Theatre during its relatively short life as a legit playhouse. Never the first choice for productions, it had a reputation for being something of a barn with a huge balcony. Not as elegant, perhaps, at the Shubert, the number one choice for musicals, or the Blackstone, the number one choice for non-musicals, or even the Studebaker, the bridesmaid to the Blackstone, I rather liked the McVickers. I was saddened when it reverted to film, then exploitation/blue films, and then was demolished.


A bit of Marriott history back in the days when Marriott was star-driven. Note the "Fiddler Weekend" package! For the record, the theatre is now simply the Marriott Theatre.

– Minskoff Theatre, New York





Bob's former student, Laura Shoop, is just to the right of Andrea Martin.

June, 2005. The first thing one noticed upon entering the Minskoff Theatre was that Tom Pye's elegant, spare set design of trees and wood looked so unlike the classic Boris Aronson design that it was hard to believe you were at a performance of Fiddler on the Roof. This elegance was evident in all the production elements, with only the costumes reflecting a more, well, traditional look, to borrow the musical's catchphrase. The Jerome Robbins choreography was there, as it must be per contractual obligation, but David Leveaux's direction moved the show with an efficiency and, again, elegant sparseness that, for me at least, brought the story of Tevye, Golde, their daughters, their suitors and the folks of Anatevka to vivid life. Where thirty-eight years earlier, my reaction was one of indifference, I was now involved, interested, and I pretty much loved every minute of the show. Harvey Fierstein was, let's face it, an unlikely choice to play Tevye. Edna Turnblad in the Shtetl? But Fierstein took his unmistakable voice, his enormous talent, and his abundance of humanity and gave Tevye depth and nuance, laced with a large dose of humor and a bit of over-the-top acting. I thought his performance was a triumph. Andrea Martin brought her considerable skillset to the role of Golde, holding her own against the larger-than-life Fierstein. Nancy Opel was a fine Yente, though I could have lived without her added-for-this-revival "Topsy-Turvy," a mediocre waste of time that not even the resourceful Ms. Opel could make palatable. The sons/daughters/suitors were all first-rate, including Patrick Heusinger and Laura Shoop. With original stars Alfred Molina and Randy Graff, the critics were divided. Fierstein gave the show a welcome box office boost and this revival is, to date, the longest running Fiddler revival. I loved this production. I have a new appreciation for the show itself, but I don't know if I would necessarily want to see another production of it. – at the Minskoff Theatre, New York
Post-Fiddler Cast Tidbits: In 2010, Patrick Heusinger (Fyedka) would co-star in my favorite play, Next Fall. Playing Hodel was Laura Shoop, a former student of Bob's. In 2016, we had the pleasure of seeing Laura as Amalia Balash in She Loves Me, filling in for an ailing Laura Benanti. We would cheer Andrea Martin in her Tony-winning role in the revival of Pippin. Nancy Opel would appear as Chicago's Drowsy Chaperone during its tour stop at the Cadillac Palace. Harvey Fierstein, along with co-star Christopher Sieber, would give the 2010 Tony-winning revival of La Cage aux Folles a sense of gay verisimilitude that brought new depth to the groundbreaking Jerry Herman musical. In 2017, Fierstein would give an unforgettable performance in the Martin Sherman play, Gently Down the Stream.

GERTRUDE STEIN GERTRUDE STEIN GERTRUDE STEIN – Goodman Theatre, Chicago




March, 1982. No the title is not a typo. Though abbreviated to just Gertrude Stein, this is the official title of this remarkable one-woman show. One person shows are tricky. You need to have an interesting script, unobtrusive, yet efficient, direction, and, probably most important, a star capable of delivering the goods on his/her own. Some stars are better at this than others. As mentioned earlier, Kathleen Turner was great fun in Tallulah, but you were always aware you were watching Kathleen Turner. Ditto Bette Midler in I'll Eat You Last. Midler was amazing, but, again, the Midler charisma was always front and center. Julie Harris, however, totally inhabited the spirit and character of Emily Dickinson in The Belle of Amherst and Robert Morse was unrecognizable in Tru, so completely did he become Truman Capote. Add Pat Carroll as Gertrude Stein to this second group. For those of us who knew Carroll as a superb comic performer and especially as an evil Stepsister in the Lesley Ann Warren Cinderella, her performance as one of the high priestesses of mid-20th century Parisian society was a revelation. By this time Carroll had been playing this show for about three years, to critical acclaim and award glory, including a Grammy for Best Spoken Word Album, the Drama Critics Award for Outstanding Actress in a Play, and the Outer Critics Circle Award for Best Performance in an Off Broadway Play. As staged in the intimate Goodman Theatre Studio in its old home at the Art Institute, this was like sitting in Stein's salon at 27 rue de Fleurus in Paris with our hostess Gertrude Stein regaling us, her special guests, with stories from her life. Everything about this production was class and Ms. Carroll was simply breathtakingly good. – at the Goodman Theatre Studio, Chicago

TWO BY TWO – Imperial Theatre, New York







Not sure what it is, but Madeline's rocking it! A biblical dominatrix?

May, 1971.  The 38th Broadway show by esteemed and beloved composer Richard Rodgers, Two by Two does not rank among his finest work. The score is melodic, if not especially compelling, and has two gorgeous ballads in the best Richard Rodgers tradition in "Something Doesn't Happen," movingly sung by Tricia O'Neil, and the takeaway ballad that didn't exactly takeaway, "I Do Not Know a Day I Did Not Love You," a deceptively simple song that's somewhat of a bitch to sing, sung by Walter Willison in his Tony-nominated role. The supporting cast was loaded with talent, including Fiddler alum, Harry Goz; Arthur Miller's sister and Kate Hepburn's Coco standby, Joan Copeland; the already-mentioned Willison and O'Neil; Broadway favorite and future Tony-winner for Woman of the Year, Marilyn Cooper; a really, really handsome Michael Karm; and, in a broadly comic role and saddled with a very strange song, "The Golden Ram," Madeline Kahn, just prior to What's Up, Doc? and stardom. The book by Peter Stone and the lyrics by Martin Charnin were serviceable enough, and it all could have been an enjoyable night at the theatre if it hadn't been for Two by Two's leading man, Danny Kaye. Warmly received by critics when the show opened, he suffered a muscle injury in February, was out for two weeks, and when he returned to show, in a wheelchair and/or crutches (by the time I saw the show, Kaye was using either a cane or a single crutch), he all but abandoned the show, ad-libbing throughout, stealing focus, with all pretenses of character and honoring the material jettisoned. It was the single most unprofessional and disrespectful performance I have seen to date, and nearly forty-seven years later, I'm still angry about it. When Kaye wasn't on stage, which, sadly, wasn't often enough, the show was quite charming. When Kaye was on stage, however, the mood instantly changed. It was sad to see Joan Copeland, an accomplished pro, trying so hard to look like she was actually getting a kick out of all the Kaye antics. If you looked closely, though, you saw the occasional eye roll and the hardening of her smile. The younger cast members often just had a resigned look about them, trying to hold their own and do their roles the best they could while constantly in danger of being sabotaged by the egotistical star. I have despised Kaye ever since. – at the Imperial Theatre, New York
Sidebar: After Two by Two, Richard Rodgers would only pen two more original musicals, Rex and I Remember Mama, both critical and financial failures. Surprisingly, given the difficult working relationship the two had during Two by Two, Martin Charnin was the lyricist on Mama. According to Charnin, that was also a rocky ride. Despite a mixed set of reviews and complaints about Kaye's behavior following his injury, Two by Two became a modest financial hit with a run of 343 performances. Despite the creative pedigree, Two by Two is little more than a footnote today.
Another Sidebar: Kaye threatened to quit if Equity got involved. He was the reason tickets were sold, so the producer, Richard Rodgers, more or less turned a blind eye. At the performance I saw, the audience was clearly divided. Those in the pricey seats downstairs seemed to groove on "The Danny Kaye Show." Those of us upstairs applauded like mad for the supporting actors, and then grew much quieter when Kaye took his bow. Kaye, not surprisingly considering his attitude throughout the performance, didn't seem to care one whit how the cheap seats felt. The Tony committee, however, did take note of Kaye's shenanigans, and perhaps as punishment, awarded Two by Two with a single Tony nomination (Willison's) in a season where only three musicals were up for the major awards: Company (the big winner that year), The Rothschilds, the Harnick and Bock show, which picked up a couple of acting awards, and The Me Nobody Knows, a 70s rock musical about kids in low-income NYC neighborhoods. Nothing for the show itself, its creators, and the biggest, nothing for Kaye. This was a huge snub since Kaye's return was one of the 1970-1971 season's most anticipated events. Danny Kaye, thankfully, would never again be in a Broadway musical, no great loss there, and according to every source I consulted to refresh my memory of the show, Kaye's obnoxious diva behavior started pretty much from Day One, but prior to the accident, he was playing the character and keeping to the script and direction given to him. How things changed!
Still Another Sidebar: At the tender age of twenty, I had a bit of a crush on Walter Willison, thought he was super-cute. He was the reason why I found myself at the Lyceum Theatre in November of 1971 at the first preview of the musical, Wild and Wonderful, which, as I said in an earlier post, was neither, and for decades reigned number one as the worst show I've seen. Handsome Michael Karm hated his experience in his Broadway debut in Two by Two so much, he left the profession and became an accomplished acting instructor and coach. And my personal favorite from the Karma's A Bitch Department, when it came time to cast the role of Oscar Jaffe in On the Twentieth Century, Madeline Kahn, by then a major star, and I quote here from More Opening Nights on Broadway by Steven Suskin, "vociferously vetoed Kaye for the role of Oscar Jaffe." The part went to John Cullum. Sucks to be you, Danny Kaye!
About Madeline's Song: "The Golden Ram." Odd, but melodically addictive, and, truth be told, a filthy song filled with double entendres to keep it, uh, clean, so to speak. Rodgers' melody showcases Kahn's opera training and voice and is an aria in the middle of a musical comedy. A foreshadowing of Kahn's vocal pyrotechnics in 1978's On the Twentieth Century.

And on that note, I'll stop for today. Two one-person shows, a musical classic, two Tony winners, and an egotistical asshole of a star! Quite a mixture. Until next time! And remember, if the shoe fits...
© 2018 Jeffrey Geddes

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

ALPHABET SOUP (8) - FEATURING A RANDOM LETTER OF THE ALPHABET AND SOME SHOWS THAT BEGIN WITH THAT LETTER

ALPHABET SOUP (8)
FEATURING A RANDOM LETTER OF THE ALPHABET AND SOME SHOWS THAT BEGIN WITH THAT LETTER

M

Misfiles happen. And in the box that contains programs with titles beginning with the first half of the alphabet, I found a small stack of programs that belonged in the box containing programs with titles beginning with the last half of alphabet. Happily, they all start with the same letter, so we'll give our blue London mug a rest, and feature these varied shows that all start with the letter "M."


MOON OVER BUFFALO – Martin Beck Theatre, New York




October, 1995. Heralding Carol Burnett's return to Broadway after an absence of thirty years, Moon Over Buffalo was one of the 1995-1996 season's most eagerly anticipated plays. To say the reviewers were greatly disappointed at what they saw at the Martin Beck is somewhat of an understatement. Reviews notwithstanding, I, along with the audience that pretty much packed the Martin Beck on a Wednesday night, were there to see Carol Burnett. Full stop. Period. And, she didn't disappoint. The vehicle she was trapped in, however, did. It just wasn't very funny, unless you find inane jokes and juvenile, stupid stage business funny. But, lordy lord, did Burnett try. She used every trick and every weapon in her arsenal to make this slight, confusing, wannabe farce work, even at times, and successfully, I might add, reverting back to some The Carol Burnett Show shtick. I'm surprised she didn't turn up the lights and take questions from the audience. Now don't get me wrong. I didn't hate the evening. I laughed often and smiled frequently, but it was definitely sub-grade comedy. Ms. Burnett's costar, the remarkable Philip Bosco was also very good and did his best and then some to inject some life into the proceedings. The supporting cast, including Tony-winner Randy Graff, all did yeoman's work, but when either Burnett or Bosco were offstage, you didn't really care what anyone else did. Most disappointing was Jane Connell, the original Gooch in Mame, whose portrayal as Burnett's nearly-deaf mother Ethel, started with a bang, but as the evening progressed,  grew tiresome and annoying. The show was lovely to look at, had two glorious underused and misused stars, and provided a pleasant, if ultimately disappointing evening. – at the Martin Beck Theatre, New York
Sidebar: Author Ken Ludwig's greatest successes were the hilarious Lend Me a Tenor and the book for the Gershwin-scored Crazy For You. His plays are performed everywhere and I'm sure he's amassed quite a fortune. Now I'm a huge fan of Tenor. It's funny to read, even funnier in performance, but I find his other plays just another version of Tenor: different characters, different locales, but the same basic plot structure. Moon Over Buffalo was compared unfavorably to Ludwig's own Lend Me a Tenor and especially to what is possibly the greatest backstage farce of all time, Noises Off. But that didn't stop audiences from flocking to the Martin Beck during Carol Burnett and Philip Bosco's tenure. Box office plunged, however, when Robert Goulet and Lynn Redgrave took over the leading roles. Never a sell-out (I snagged a ticket at the TKTS booth), it did well enough to not be an embarrassment, but didn't recoup. It's a huge, huge favorite among amateur theatre groups. I haven't a clue why. There's an excellent documentary about the Broadway production called Moon Over Broadway. Watch what happens during a technical hold during, I believe, previews. Apparently, this was not an especially happy experience for those involved.

MISS ABIGAIL'S GUIDE TO DATING, MATING, & MARRIAGE – Sofia's Downstairs Cabaret Theatre, New York



Spring, 2011. As theatre literature, Miss Abigail's Guide to Dating, Mating & Marriage, well, isn't. As stimulating theatre, Miss Abigail's Guide… isn't either. What Miss Abigail's Guide… is, however, is a bit of sassy fun served up with a cheerful, cheesy professionalism, all perfect for a Sunday evening in New York. Eve Plumb, aka Jan from the annoying The Brady Bunch, played Miss Abigail with a breezy disregard towards anything resembling acting, which made her performance oddly rather endearing. A rather hot Mauricio Perez played the loyal Man Friday, Paco. He worked tirelessly and often hysterically and, frankly, rather stole the show from Ms. Plumb. Lots of audience participation, some of it worked, some of it didn't. It was enjoyable; it was silly. The somewhat sparse audience seemed to have a good time. But, I think we should have gone to The Fantasticks instead. – at Sofia's Downstairs Cabaret Theatre, New York

THE MATCHMAKER – Ford's Theatre, Washington, D.C.



September, 2004. Midway through the seemingly interminable fourth (!!) act of the otherwise fine and beautifully designed production of The Matchmaker at the historic Ford's Theatre, you could sense the audience mentally leaving the theatre. This problematic fourth act seemed under-rehearsed. Perhaps it was. It seemed underwritten. Perhaps it was. It seemed unfocused. Perhaps it was. It seemed totally unconnected from anything that had occurred previously. Who is this Miss Flora Van Huysen? What does she have to do with anything? I'm not saying that Lola Pashalinski gave a bad performance in the role, but nothing she did landed with anything other than a thud. I blame Thornton Wilder's writing here more than the actor. By this time in the evening Dolly Levi and her compatriots had overstayed their welcome. This odd fourth act that I don't remember at all from reading the play decades earlier brought the evening to a unsatisfying close. A shame, too, because for most of the evening The Matchmaker sparkled with a leisurely, nostalgic throwback when comedies took their time and allowed their characters to develop. And further a shame because Andrea Martin, not surprisingly, was a vibrant Dolly Levi, wise and funny, and Jonathan Hadary made a nicely gruff Vandergelder, and a young Christopher J. Hanke was an adorable Barnaby. Full disclosure, at times I longed for the play to morph into the musical, and I kept inserting the musical numbers into the appropriate spots in the action. I'm sure I wasn't the only one. And who wouldn't want to see Andrea Martin as a musical Dolly? – at the Ford's Theatre, Washington, D.C.
Sidebar: A layover in Washington gave me the opportunity to see this American classic at this most historic of American theatres. Far from being a relic, the interior of the auditorium is a modern, well-equipped auditorium seating close to 700 people. The stage left box is draped with an American flag to honor and commemorate the place where President Abraham Lincoln was shot. Downstairs is the Ford's Theatre Museum, a tidy and somber exhibition of artifacts and interactive displays that tell the story and legacy of the 16th President. It alone is well worth a visit. What's most remarkable to me, however, is that, despite the tragic occurrence of April 14, 1865, the theatre continues to function as an active, flourishing theatre, always remembering and honoring the past, but also always moving forward.

MY ONE AND ONLY
– St. James Theatre, New York




December, 1983. As bubbly and effervescent as a glass of fine champagne, My One and Only burst onto the St. James stage awash in glorious dancing, extravagant production values, and those unforgettable Gershwin songs. The frankly ridiculous plot had something to do with an aviator (the very tall Tommy Tune) and an English Channel swimmer (the iconic Twiggy in her Broadway debut and, unfortunately, only Broadway appearance to date), but if you were trying to make sense of the plot, you were missing out on the fun. The legendary Charles "Honi" Coles, the distinguished Roscoe Lee Browne (who knew he was a song-and-dance man at heart?), scenery-chewing comic relief by Bruce McGill and Denny Dillon, and a formidable, talented ensemble all ably supported the above-the-title stars, but when all was said and done, Tommy Tune and Twiggy were the ones who made the show the lighter-than-air confection it was. Tommy Tune was personality personified, all legs and so eager to please; Twiggy, who, arguably, was the best thing about the film The Boy Friend, was a discovery, an embodiment of the 20s flapper who brought true warmth to her part. I was crazy about her. Leaving the St. James on a cold December night, I just felt happy. It was that kind of show. – at the St. James Theatre, New York

– Civic Opera House, Chicago


February, 1986. Breezing into the Civic Opera House to bring some warmth to a wintery February evening in Chicago, the First National Company of My One and Only enjoyed a high-grossing three weeks in the Windy City. Once again starring Tommy Tune as the world's tallest aviator, his English Channel-swimming co-star for the tour was Lucie Arnaz, all smiles and talent, and hitting all the spots, but I rather missed Twiggy's singularity and deceptive tentativeness. Arnaz was pure show biz pizzazz, polished and confident. "Honi" Coles continued to amaze and Tiger Haynes, the original Tinman in The Wiz, was now playing with great success the Roscoe Lee Browne role. In the beautiful Civic Opera House, this elegant Art Deco-inspired show looked absolutely stunning. The audience ate it up. This was a terrific production, but the 20s-era verisimilitude that Twiggy somehow brought to the original production was missing here. – at the Civic Opera House, Chicago

A MATTER OF GRAVITY – Blackstone Theatre, Chicago


March, 1977. According to Samuel French, the licensor of A Matter of Gravity, the play involves an eccentric and feisty old lady, a lesbian servant who levitates, the old lady's grandson and his companions, including another lesbian and her bi-racial girlfriend, and a climax that somehow has the eccentric and feisty old lady and her lesbian, levitating servant checking themselves into the nearby asylum. If that's what Sam French says, then that must have been what I witnessed. I honestly don’t recall the evening at all, except for the leading lady, Katharine Hepburn, swanning about the stage in a wheelchair, courtesy of a fractured ankle obtained during an earlier stop in Los Angeles, with great star authority and garnering laughs and heavy applause along the way. Even with Kate the Great, however, it was a thoroughly unmemorable evening. – at the Blackstone Theatre, Chicago
Sidebar: Playwright Enid Bagnold, not exactly a familiar name, actually was a fairly prolific writer, whose most well-known title is the play The Chalk Garden. In its professional debut, A Matter of Gravity met with critical indifference, if not downright dislike, for the play, but high praise for its star, Katharine Hepburn. It would make back its original investment after only a twelve-week out-of-town tryout and a 79-performance Broadway run, a solid indication of Hepburn's box-office draw. Yet even a star of Hepburn's magnitude can't keep a bad play from being a bad play, and this was the case with Gravity. Hepburn would play another eccentric, feisty old lady in the better-written, more involving West Side Waltz, her final stage endeavor.

THE MUSIC MAN
 – Neil Simon Theatre, New York




June, 2001. TV's very own Will from Will & Grace, Eric McCormack, in his Broadway debut, brought a sheen, stage presence, and a surprisingly fine voice to the role forever and always associated with late, great Robert Preston. He smiled, he danced, he ingratiated himself with the audience and the sizable cast onstage at the Neil Simon. He was really very, very good. Rebecca Luker, as River City's favorite could-become-a-spinster librarian, was more than very, very good. She was…sublime. Tender, feisty, resplendent in William Ivey Long's stunning costumes, she gave a very human performance as Marian, and when she did us the honor of singing "My White Knight," generally believed to have been ghost-written by Frank Loesser, you could have heard a pin drop in the theatre's reverential silence as she caressed every note with love and care. It was truly the high point in the evening. Joel Blum, Kenneth Kimmins, Ruth Gottschall, and Katherine McGrath all provided able support, with Gottschall mining every laugh as the pretentious Eulalie Mackecknie Shinn. Pretty to look at and directed and choreographed with flair by Susan Stroman, this was a solid, thoroughly entertaining production of an American classic. Here's the deal, however. I don't much like The Music Man. I like bits and pieces of it, but overall the show just rubs me the wrong way. I don't like the character of Harold Hill. No matter how well the character is played, he still comes off as a first-rate creep. I want to drop-kick the annoying Winthrop to the other side of Gary, Indiana. What saves the show for me is the score, loaded with songs that range from lovely ballads to toe-tapping showstoppers. In this revival, it all hummed along like a well-oiled machine. – at the Neil Simon Theatre, New York
Sidebar: What do you mean Frank Loesser ghost-wrote "My While Knight"? According to researchers,  there are musical themes common to "Knight" and songs in Loesser's The Most Happy Fella. Also, the song is totally unlike anything else in the Willson catalog. In the end it doesn't matter who wrote it; it's still an incredible song. And speaking of Meredith Willson… The Music Man was Willson's one enduring success. His The Unsinkable Molly Brown was a moderate success fueled by lead Tammy Grimes' performance, and later turned into a tiresome film featuring an over-the-top performance by Debbie Reynolds. Here's Love didn't receive much love when it opened in 1963 and remains pretty much unloved today, though it's now re-titled Miracle on 34th Street to reflect the show's iconic origins. His final show, 1491, closed during its pre-Broadway tryout. Having said all this, however, his estate is laughing all the way to the bank with The Music Man royalties.

– Fichandler Theatre (Arena Stage), Washington, D.C.




June, 2012. As I said earlier, I'm not a huge fan of The Music Man. So why would I schlep out to Washinton, D.C. to see a production of it? Two words. Kate Baldwin. This divine red-headed wonder can do little wrong in my book. But, sadly, it was not smooth sailing for this talented lass. (Sorry…thinking back to her wonderful performance in Finian's Rainbow.) Arena Stage's Artistic Director and the show's director, Molly Smith, decided it was time to re-imagine this 1957 warhorse. In and of itself, that's not a bad idea. The male lead is a con man. The female lead has a murky past involving possible intimate relations with a her benefactor. With care, a few shades of dark could be added to this show to give it a welcome jolt of depth. However, this didn't happen. For time and place, the program states "River City, Iowa. Set in a vision of America's past, with echoes of today." (italics mine) Uh-oh! I should have sensed danger right there. What Smith did was move the show to the 1930s. Bad move. It didn't work for Carousel in Chicago (see a previous post) and it didn't work here. This particular decade, gripped with the Depression and the threat of war, doesn't really lend itself to The Music Man's breezy innocence. It made the sweetness of the story cloying and, most offensively, was really hard on the eyes. The costumes? Oy! Tony Lawson, as Harold Hill, had the requisite charm and stage presence, but, no surprise here, Kate Baldwin's luminous Marian took home the evening's honors, with a slightly edgy performance and a lush singing voice. I loved Baldwin, admired Lawson, and pretty much didn't like the rest. It was all very professional, but cold and uninvolving. And I still wanted to drop-kick Winthrop to the other side of Gary, Indiana. – at the Fichandler Theatre, Arena Stage, Washington, D.C.

Sidebar: I just read a broadwayworld.com thread from a while back that suggested that Winthrop is really the love child of Marian and her benefactor, the miser Madison. Now that would be a reimagining worth looking into!

That's all for now. Until next time…
© 2016 Jeffrey Geddes


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