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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

Thursday, October 8, 2015

OFF THE RAILS OR THEATRICAL TRAIN WRECKS Part Two

OFF THE RAILS OR THEATRICAL TRAIN WRECKS
Part Two

These next three shows all went off the rails in Chicago. I suspect a lot of folks won't agree with the second one featured today, but…

Go grab some coffee and let's get started.


THE KID FROM BROOKLYN – Mercury Theater, Chicago


June, 2008. This terrible, terrible waste of time purported to tell the story of Danny Kaye…womanizer, alleged homophobic closeted homosexual and abrasive performer. Instead of actually giving us a portrait of Danny Kaye, warts and all, since someone's "faults" often make that person more interesting, this endeavor played like a rabid fanboy's homage to his idol. To his credit, Kaye was very active in charitable organizations, but watching this, I got the impression that Kaye did nothing without first determining whether or not it would be good for his career. As portrayed here, Kaye's wife, Sylvia Fine, didn't appear to be much better. In Karin Leone's performance, she came off as a coldly shrewd and calculating woman, an impression not dissipated by Fine's hosting gigs for television specials in the 80s celebrating Broadway musicals, where she appeared distant, aloof, even a bit superior. Full disclosure, I know my opinion of this production is largely tempered by the fact that Danny Kaye gave the single most unprofessional and disrespectful performance I have seen to date when I had the great misfortune of seeing him in Two By Two after his accident, when all pretenses of character and honoring the material had been jettisoned. Credit where credit is due, the cast of four worked hard, especially Brian Childers as Kaye. But all that hard work was for naught. Judging by audience reaction at the performance I attended, the crowd either loved the show or hated it. Interval chatter was evenly split. The Chicago reviews were decidedly on the negative side. Of the ten shows that make up my list of theatrical train wrecks, this is the only one that was chosen solely on a visceral, emotional response. God, did I hate this show! – at the Mercury Theater, Chicago
Sidebar: Although inconceivable to me, a similarly-themed musical called Danny and Sylvia: The Danny Kaye Musical (in an earlier workshop incarnation it was called Danny and Sylvia: A Musical Love Story) opened off-Broadway about a year after the run of The Kid from Brooklyn. Although the producers of D and S were quick to tell prospective audiences not to be confused with TKFB, both shows starred Brian Childers, which leaves one to wonder if Danny Kaye is all that Mr. Childers has in his theatrical bag of tricks. On a reduced four-performance-per-week schedule and heavy on matinees, D and S ran for nearly three years. Really?

JEKYLL & HYDE – Shubert Theatre, Chicago

 


 Brad Oscar was in the cast. He'd go on to do far better things.
 This was the line-up in Chicago. It would be different by the time the show reached NYC.


"Eder is the Streisand of the 90's." Uh...well....


The New York marquee was striking.

January, 1996. Two sell-out engagements at Houston's Alley Theatre and a wildly popular concept album made up the hype that preceded this hugely-anticipated musical's arrival at the Shubert, midway through an unofficial, yet nobody was denying it, pre-Broadway tour. It opened. It received poor reviews. It played to adoring audiences. It was a mess. Starring Robert Cuccioli as Jekyll/Hyde and Linda Eder as prostitute-with-a-heart-of-gold Lucy Harris (paging Shirley MacLaine), then composer Frank Wildhorn's paramour, then wife, then ex-wife, the show musicalized Robert Lewis Stevenson's classic novella about split personalities and the good and evil that coexist in people, a theme that, on the surface seems, a natural for a Gothic, Victorian confection of a musical. Instead, however, creators Frank Wildhorn and Leslie Bricusse created a show that was a great, big, gooey, cheesy, pseudo-Gothic hot mess of a show with all the subtlety of a baseball bat to the head, enough power ballads to make Les Misérables blush, a plethora of swinging heads and bouncing hair (the means by which Mr. Cuccioli changed from the saintly Dr. Jekyll into the demonic Mr. Hyde, who was, frankly, by far the more interesting of the dual personalities), a sound system that was set on very LOUD, and a stultifyingly wooden performance by Linda Eder. Now let me state flat out that Mr. Cuccioli did his best, delivering a solid performance backed up by a good voice, and I suppose all that hair tossing was the only workable way to do the multiple personality switches called for in the script, but he was saddled with a dreary, pedestrian script and wasn't helped by a production that lacked inspiration from both director and choreographer.. As good girl Lisa Carew, soprano Christiane Noll, making her Broadway debut in this show and who would create, a decade later, a powerful Mother in the revival of Ragtime, was the only principal who created a character of nuance. Her Act Two duet with Ms. Eder, "In His Eyes," was the highlight of the evening and she easily stole the song and the stage from Linda Eder. So what specifically made this show a top-ten theatrical train wreck? Well, several things actually, but first let me state that I was sincerely looking forward to this show and was, up to then, somewhat of a fan of the concept album. Yes, the same overwrought power ballads, but one can adjust the volume in one's living room. And while all that overwrought-ness can work in a recording, on stage it all becomes too much. So that was working against the show. And then there was the matter of Ms. Eder's performance. Ms. Eder is a singer with a fiercely loyal and devoted fan base and a powerful set of pipes (I find her one-note...loud…, but I'm probably in the minority on that one.), but is woefully lacking in the acting department. Watching her dialogue scenes bordered on painful. I didn't care that she sang/bellowed/beat-to-a-bloody-pulp her songs and made them all sound alike. Blame Mr. Wildhorn for composing songs that all blend together. What I still can't overlook is that she was the lead in a Broadway-bound musical and simply didn't have the chops for it. I'm sure her relationship with Wildhorn played a part in the casting, but it didn't work with Andrew Lloyd Webber's then-wife Sarah Brightman in The Phantom of the Opera, and it didn't work here. A pretty and powerful voice alone is not a sound reason to cast someone, nor will it hide acting deficiencies. Why didn't the producers seek out an actress who can sing with the best of them? Karen Ziemba immediately comes to mind, and, even now, just thinking what she could have brought to that role, well, it makes me want to weep at the missed opportunity. The combination of cheesy production values, sound-alike music, hair-tossing, and terrible acting all came to a head in the penultimate scene. The action takes place in Lucy's digs, a bright, virginal white room and our Lucy is dressed in a bright, virginal white dress. Are we getting the symbolism here? The room is spotless. SPOTLESS. Eder brays out a power ballad where she longs for "A New Life." Pretty, and loud, but nothing we haven't heard throughout the evening. Cuccioli, in his flowing locks as Hyde, enters. Insipid dialogue ensues, then, cradling Lucy, he stabs her as the stage blood flows a deep red in this bright, virginal white environment. Stop it! Now! But the worst offense and the moment when the show entered the hallowed ranks of theatrical train wrecks, was the Act Two opener, "Murder, Murder," an ensemble number so terrible in execution that it actually elicited laughs. I came back from intermission for this? It ranks right up there with "Louis Says" from Victor/Victoria as one of the worst musical numbers ever. Lots of missed opportunities. I would love to see Sondheim or Jason Robert Brown tackle this story. – at the Shubert Theatre, Chicago
Sidebar: A year after the unofficial, yet nobody was denying it, pre-Broadway tour, Jekyll & Hyde, opened in New York at the Plymouth Theatre and ran for nearly four years. In the intervening time between Chicago and New York, the entire production and design staff had been replaced, songs dropped, shifted around and added, but the show still, as then, didn't meet with critical favor. That, however, didn't faze the audiences who flocked to the Plymouth, especially the "Jekkies," superfans of the show, the Jekyll & Hyde version of Deadheads, who were a fixture at the Plymouth. The show was filmed featuring the final cast starring, wait for it, David Hasselhof, out of his swim trunks and onto the stage, as Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde. Despite the long run and over 1500 performances, the original run closed at a substantial loss (roughly 25% according to Playbill.com). Linda Eder continues to this day to have a successful career as a singer, but, except for concert engagements, has not since acted on Broadway. Frank Wildhorn, after seven attempts, if one counts the 2013 revival of J&H, has yet to have a financial, or critical, success on the Great White Way, but he still slogs away at it. Having said all this, however, there's no need to cry for Mr. Wildhorn or Mr. Bricusse. The show has had numerous productions in the States and abroad and is popular with amateur and regional theatres. I'm sure by now the original run has more than paid back its investment.

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INTERVAL --- What was going on in Chicago Theatre in 1996.
The guy's hot enough to make me wish I'd seen it. Puck and Bottom, indeed!

Don't know how I missed this. The play is a great old chestnut and the cast certainly was starry enough.


How to Succeed was delightful. I would rather eat ground glass than see Jerry Lewis in anything.

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ODYSSEY – Arie Crown Theatre, Chicago

Oh, Joan! The eye makeup! Noooo! And, maybe it's just me, but Yul has this gay-boy-just-leaving-the-gym look. I should have known what was coming.



Any of these would have been better than Odyssey. Quite a variety of venues and plays/musicals going on. And, yes, starring in The Magic Man was that David Copperfield. Only 21 and smoking hot. Sadly, however, we must return to Odyssey.

May, 1975. Even the biggest stars and creative talents in the business can have their bad days. In the case of Odyssey, some of the business' biggest stars and creative talents had some really, really bad days. This horror of a show had music by Man of La Mancha's Mitch Leigh and book and lyrics by Erich ”Love Story" Segal. It was directed by La Mancha's director, Albert Marre and starred Marre's wife and La Mancha's original Aldonza, Joan Diener and, oh-my-GOD!!, the King himself, Yul Brynner. Well, suffice it to say that there was no "Impossible Dream" this time around and this intermissionless and interminable two-hour fright of a musical was as perfect an example of "what were they thinking?" that you could find. I think the idea was to convert Homer's epic poem "The Odyssey" into, and I quote the program here, "a new musical comedy." I'm sorry. I just don't think of Homer and immediately go, "Break out the tap shoes, Mickey and Judy! It's show time!!" The score, such as it was, was derivative, in the worst sense of the word; Erich Segal proved that not only could he not write fiction, he couldn't write lyrics or a musical libretto either (I so wanted to do a riff on "Love means never having to say you're sorry" here, but my mind did a complete blank.); Albert Marre's direction was pretty much non-existent; Joan Diener's deportment was that of a queen dispensing largesse to the peasants, though one couldn't deny the power of her famed voice; Yul Brynner acted as though he desperately wanted to break into a quick rendition of "A Puzzlement," etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. (see The King and I). Even talented Russ Thacker, there primarily, I think, for the sole purpose of providing eye candy, seemed lost at sea here, no pun intended. Playing at the gigantic Arie Crown Theatre, it played to huge crowds, thanks to Brynner, received negative reviews, thanks to a crappy show, and left me scratching my head in bewilderment. Truly an awful, awful show. Not bad enough to be one of the great legendary flops; just bad. Full stop.– at the Arie Crown Theatre, Chicago
Sidebar: At the end of Odyssey's year-long tour, it limped into the Palace Theatre in New York under its new name of Home Sweet Homer, where it opened on a Sunday matinee and promptly closed that same afternoon. By that time, Erich Segal was no longer associated with the show. Lucky him. The tour was full of strife, terrible reviews, missed performances by the leads and a general sense that somebody needed to say "Enough!" But nobody did. Man of La Mancha would prove to be Mitch Leigh's only success as a Broadway composer. (Not that he needed to ever again write another note, but still.) For the husband-and-wife team of Albert Marre and Joan Diener, La Mancha would be their final success, both individually and together. Both would revisit La Mancha in various productions and revivals. Yul Brynner would scamper happily back to playing the King in cross-country tours and in two hugely successful Broadway revivals of The King and I. Russ Thacker had a modestly successful career, but the Broadway portion of it was littered with quick-closing flops. Odyssey/Home Sweet Homer … lots of wasted time, talent and money.

Tune in next time for the last three shows of my top-ten theatrical train wrecks.

© 2015 Jeffrey Geddes

CONCERTS AND TUNERS AND PLAYS…OH, MY! - vol. 1

  CONCERTS AND TUNERS AND PLAYS…OH, MY! vol. 1 Spring is finally here. And what better way to celebrate than by strolling down theatrical ...