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Sunday, November 12, 2017

ALPHABET SOUP (12): SPECIAL EDITION! FEATURING A RANDOM LETTER OF THE ALPHABET AND SOME SHOWS THAT BEGIN WITH THAT LETTER

ALPHABET SOUP (12): SPECIAL EDITION!
FEATURING A RANDOM LETTER OF THE ALPHABET AND SOME SHOWS THAT BEGIN WITH THAT LETTER

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All about a Sondheim masterpiece in three-quarter time. For sophisticated tastes. 

Cue the strings….

A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC
"Good God! – an adult musical!" was how New York Times' critic Clive Barnes ended his review of Hugh Wheeler, Stephen Sondheim, and Harold Prince's A Little Night Music upon its premiere on February 25, 1973. Nearly forty-five years later, this musical, suggested by Ingmar Bergman's film Smiles of a Summer Night, remains a work of sophistication, elegance, and musicality that few musicals since then, if any, have even approached, let alone surpassed. Wheeler's book is clever and witty and compact with nary an extraneous word. Sondheim's score, written in variations of three-quarter time, envelops the entire show with melodies that both caress and soar, and lyrics that are filled with finesse, style, and, frankly, brilliance. The last of the triumvirate of musicals in the early 70s that cemented Sondheim's place as our greatest contemporary lyricist/composer, the other two being 1970's Company and 1971's Follies, A Little Night Music charms and enchants. This is not Sondheim's masterpiece. That title belongs to Sweeney Todd. (Sorry, kids. Sunday in the Park with George is wonderful, but I find the score often unapproachable, and the second act is a letdown from the first act. Into the Woods is pure commercialism…with a message. Nothing wrong with that, mind you. It just doesn't create a masterpiece.) A Little Night Music still has us waltzing to its three-quarter beat and that's a reason to celebrate.


 – Majestic Theatre, New York








Barbara Lang, one of my favorites, was Glynis Johns' understudy.

April, 1974/June, 1974. The glittering design trio of Boris Aronson (scenic), Florence Klotz (costumes), and Tharon Musser (lighting) created the gorgeous environment that complemented A Little Night Music's story of love: young, puppy-like love, past love, mature love, and good, old-fashioned lust. Jonathan Tunick's orchestration were, as always, a joy and the sizeable orchestra in the pit, especially in the string department, gave the score a glorious instrumental voice. Patricia Birch's choreography/musical staging flowed with grace, and Harold Prince's seamless, effortless direction seemed almost invisible. William Daniels was now playing Fredrik and he gave a solid, musically strong performance. You felt his frustration at the unrequited love from his still-virgin bride and his desire for his great love, Desiree. Follies' Victoria Mallory (Young Heidi) and Mark Lambert, in his Broadway debut, were delightful as the hormonally-challenged youngsters. D. Jamin-Bartlett, in her Broadway debut, oozed barely suppressed sexuality and her "The Miller's Son" was one of the show-stoppers of the show. Laurence Guittard as Carl-Magnus was a sexy, vain, and handsome strutting peacock of a man. And acting as a sort of a Greek chorus was that wonderful quintet of singers, Benjamin Rayson, Joy Franz, Gene Varrone, Beth Fowler, and one of my favorite performers, Barbara Lang. Wonderful as everyone was, however, much of the critical praise, and in my opinion deservedly so, fell to three remarkable ladies, each in a different season of life. At seventy-six years old, the legendary Hermione Gingold was a wise, seen-it-all-and-then-some Madame Armfeldt, gruffly affectionate to her daughter and granddaughter, and showing us all how it's done…and from her character's wheelchair, no less. Patricia Elliott, as Charlotte, was a young thirty-five when I saw the show, and her cynical acceptance of the vicissitudes of love was dignified and truthful, and her duet with Ms. Mallory, "Every Day a Little Death" was a highlight. Leading it all was Glynis Johns, then fifty, whose radiance and breeziness as Desiree gave A Little Night Music its glorious heart. And when she sat down in that gorgeous red dress and sang "Send in the Clowns," as it was meant to be sung, you could hear a pin drop, and you felt all her regrets expressed in that smallish, unusual voice. Divine. But this was not the showstopper of the evening. Nope. That distinction fell to the first act finale, the dazzling "A Weekend in the Country," a number so brilliantly conceived and executed, I didn't want it to end, and when it did, I didn't want to stop applauding. – at the Majestic Theatre, New York
Sidebar: A Little Night Music won six Tony Awards at the 1973 Tonys: Best Musical, Best Actress in a Musical (Glynis Johns), Best Supporting Actress in a Musical (Patricia Elliot), Best Costumes, Best Book, and Best Score. At 601 performances, it was a financial success. At 23, I was terribly excited to see Glynis Johns, an actress I'd admired since her delicious turn in Mary Poppins and in the little-known aviation potboiler, No Highway in the Sky. I was not disappointed. Favorite Barbara Lang was Johns' understudy and both times I saw the show in New York, I kind of hoped she'd be on as Desiree. No such luck, though. (Johns became ill before the New York opening and Lang took over for a bit, a turn praised by Harold Prince in his autobiography.)

– Shubert Theatre, Chicago




October, 1974/November 1974/November 1974/December 1974. Okay, so I was a teensy bit obsessed with the show when the National Tour stopped off at the Shubert. But, it was so good, I had to see it more than once. This was a duplicate of the original production: gorgeous to look at and listen to, expertly staged, and well-cast. Original cast alum (the original Frid) George Lee Andrews was perhaps, at thirty-two, a bit too young to play Fredrik, but he was handsome and a superb actor and singer. Ed Evanko, who became a priest in his sixties (!!), Virginia Pulos, Andra Akers, Stephen Lehew, and Mary Ann Chinn were cast in the major supporting roles, and they were all excellent. The big difference between this production and the original was in its two primary ladies, Desiree Armfeldt and her mother, Madame Armfeldt. In New York, Glynis Johns was an earthy, bawdy Desiree, with a full-throated laugh and an obvious love for life. Hermione Gingold was equally earthy and though cynical as she went down memory lane in "Liaisons," you knew she had a grand time doing it. Johns and Gingold complemented each other perfectly. For the tour, Harold Prince had the good sense to cast two actresses who would give their own takes on these roles and complement each other as well. Film star Jean Simmons took a break from her cinematic career to take on the role of Desiree Armfeldt. Arguably, Simmons was more glamorous than Glynis Johns, and her Desiree was a bit more sophisticated, a bit more reserved than Johns'. The Wicked Witch of the West as Madame Armfeldt? Seriously? Yes, indeed. Margaret Hamilton's long career was more than just one movie, of course, and she worked constantly for decades, but The Wizard of Oz and the WW of the West, are what she will forever be remembered. So let's give her some props for going on stage at seventy-two, in what would be her final stage role, in a role identified by its originator. Unlike Gingold, Hamilton was more regal, haughty even, as she prowled the Shubert stage in her wheelchair, dismissing the people who invaded her house as though they were beneath her. Her "Liaisons" was more spoken than sung, and you got the impression her affairs were truly more business transactions that paid off handsomely than affairs of the heart, a performance truly in harmony with Simmons' more reserved Desiree. They were both magnificent. The show received a warm reception from the Chicago critics and had a successful run of nearly three months. – at the Shubert Theatre, Chicago

– Melody Top Theatre, Milwaukee


The Melody Top sign on Good Hope Road, Milwaukee




 The interior of Melody Top. It was not a small venue.

The dinner at the top of Act 2. Lois Hunt, center, looks years older than Earl Wrightson (behind her) even though he was eight years her senior. That's David Holliday at the right and a young and quite glam Holland Taylor, as Charlotte, behind him.

Melody Top

August, 1976. It's not especially often that I don't remember much about a show I've seen. That usually means there was nothing particularly memorable, good or bad, about the production. Curiously, both shows I saw at Melody Top Theatre in Milwaukee that summer, Bells Are Ringing with Tab Hunter and Rita Moreno, and this production of A Little Night Music, fall into the "don't remember much" category. As summer stock goes, Melody Top was highly-regarded. They hired really good people, and if the production values weren't on a par with, say, Candlelight Dinner Playhouse or Marriott Lincolnshire, the shows still had a professional sheen to them. I do remember not especially liking Zoya Leporska's Madame Armfeldt. Not-married-to-each-other-but-everyone-thought-they-were performing duo of Earl Wrightson and Lois Hunt played Fredrik and Desiree. Company alum Alice Cannon played Anne. David Holliday, all blond and good-looking, and the rather insipid male romantic lead in Coco, played Carl-Magnus and, most interesting of all, a young Holland Taylor, already known from television and who go on to great fame as the lead in Moose Murders, played Charlotte. I suspect everything was done well, if not especially compelling. What I remember most about the evening was what I wore that night: a dark blue (roughly the color of my car) suit made out of Qiana, that god-awful, completely unnatural faux-silk fabric popular in the 70s because it flowed really well on the dance floor. Didn't breathe, you sweated like a pig, but you looked good. Designed and impeccably made by my good friend, Durkin, it consisted of a pirate-style shirt cut down to there and loose-fitting drawstring pants. Now granted, I was a mere wisp of a thing back then, but, seriously, what was I thinking? I cringe to this day. – at Melody Top Theatre, Milwaukee 

Sidebar: Old-school, classic summer stock, Melody Top was a celebration of the golden-age of musicals, with the occasional foray into the 70s, operetta, and pre-Oklahoma! musicals. In addition to A Little Night Music,1976's season included: A Funny Thing…Forum starring Arte Johnson, 1776 starring Ross Martin and Stubby Kaye, My Fair Lady with Leonard Nimoy (huh?), the aforementioned Bells Are Ringing, Shenandoah with John Raitt, and Irene starring Jane Powell. No skimping on recognizable names there. Many stars returned to Melody Top season after season. One of the more interesting castings was in the 80s when Jo Anne Worley starred as Rose in Gypsy. Melody Top was class, but the times and public tastes changed, and after twenty-three seasons, it rather unceremoniously closed its doors, cancelling its planned 1987 season.
Apologies to Holland Taylor: Okay, mentioning 1983's Moose Murders perhaps was a bit naughty, but MM is one of Broadway's legendary flops, perhaps the gold-standard for sheer awfulness. Taylor, an established star in 1983, took over the lead role during previews from Eve Arden, fired after only a handful of performances. (Shades of Sandy Duncan and Finding Neverland!) For the record, Samuel French holds the rights to Moose Murders. A ghastly read, but fun in a train-wreck way. Thankfully, the wonderful Ms. Holland survived the ordeal and went on to further acclaim and set the theatre world on its ear with her exquisite performance as Ann Richards in the solo show, Ann. I saw Ann.  I can vouch for her performance.

– Ravinia Pavilion, Ravinia, IL


August, 2002. For those of you who don't believe Patti LuPone ever tanks in a show, I give you Exhibit A: A Little Night Music in a staged concert presentation at the Ravinia Festival in north suburban Ravinia, IL. A year after Ms. LuPone and co-star George Hearn thrilled us all with Sweeney Todd at Ravinia, the powers-that-be decided to pair the two again in another Sondheim classic. And it was pretty awful. And it was pretty awful primarily because Patti LuPone was miscast and poorly directed in a part that simply didn't translate well to her formidable skill set. Putting her in a ghastly blonde wig didn't help either. The discussion at the interval was whether or not we wanted to subject ourselves to more of the same. We decided to stay and were rewarded with, pre-Spamalot and Tony Award, Sara Ramirez as Petra kicking all sorts of serious butt with her thrilling rendition of "The Miller's Son." (see YouTube) The cast was laden with talent: George Hearn (Fredrik), Zoe Caldwell (Madame Armfeldt...oddly subdued), Marc Kudisch as Carl-Magnus (appropriately asshole-ish), and a really good Hollis Resnick as Charlotte. But Patti was the big ticket item, and, sadly, she just failed to deliver. The role of Desiree requires a careful balance of theatricality and subtlety, and LuPone couldn't or wouldn't walk that tightrope. In the interest of fairness, the Tribune's critic did critical cartwheels over this production. I stand by my opinion that this was a miss. – at the Ravinia Pavilion, Ravinia, IL.
Sidebar: LuPone would redeem herself and then some a few years later when her first visit as Rose in Gypsy stormed this same venue. There are many reasons why Patti LuPone is one of our contemporary musical theatre legends, and I'm a big fan, but even legends have their off shows and this was one of them.

– Walter Kerr Theatre, New York




December, 2009. Preview performance (one of the last before opening). A long line at the Kerr box office greeted us when we arrived to hopefully purchase tickets. From overheard snippets while waiting on line, it looked grim. But the fates were with us, thanks to a potential customer who didn't like what was offered to her, and we snared two seats for that evening's performance near the back of the orchestra of the smallish Walter Kerr. To our pleasant surprise, we discovered that one of Bob's former students, Betsy Morgan, was one of the quintet. To our not-so-pleasant surprise, the curtain rose on a dour, gloomy, and frankly ugly set. Gorgeous costumes, though. The nine-piece orchestra, wisely using a harp as one of its instruments, played the score excellently, but it sounded thin and under-nourished, and I often felt, well, musically cheated. Plus the slow tempos for many of the songs gave a lumbering feel to the evening. I felt Trevor Nunn's direction was often heavy-handed. This is a romantic, diaphanous show, Trevor. We're not storming the barricades here. "A Weekend in the Country," partially because of the scenic design, partially because of the size of the orchestra, and partially because of the tempo, lacked pacing and excitement, didn't soar, and didn't leave us panting for more. Where this production shone, however, was in its three principal players. Catherine Zeta-Jones as Desiree was a revelation, giving the part subtlety, humor, and refreshing dollop of sexiness. The magnificent Angela Lansbury gave Madame Armfeldt a regal edge that was slightly self-mocking at the same time. Alexander Hanson, reprising his London Menier Chocolate Factory role, was astonishingly good, sexy, and handsome as Fredrik. Erin Davie (Charlotte), Leigh Ann Larking (Petra), Hunter Ryan Herdlicka, especially endearing as Henrik, Ramona Mallory (Anne), playing the role her mother, Victoria Mallory, originated in 1973, and Aaron Lazar, all bluster and ego as Carl-Magnus, rounded out the major roles. The quintet (Stephen R. Buntrock, Jayne Paterson, Marissa McGowan, Kevin David Thomas, Betsy Morgan) sang beautifully. The Menier Chocolate Factory, where this production originated, is a very small London venue, not capable of all the bells and whistles available in larger houses. By not adapting the production design to the larger Kerr stage, the show itself looked on the cheap. (This cheap look was also noticeable in the 2016 West End transfer of Menier's Funny Girl.) The critics were divided; some loved it and some hated it. I was a fan of the performances, but not of the production. Catherine Zeta-Jones would win the Tony Award for Best Actress in a Musical, the revival's only Tony win. Some felt she didn't deserve it. They were wrong. – at the Walter Kerr Theatre, New York
Sidebar: Much was made of Zeta-Jones' performance of "Send in the Clowns" on the Tony Awards. It wasn't particularly good. Vocal problems were cited as the reason. At the performance we caught, she was excellent and in fine voice. So there.
Backstage Sidebar: Betsy met us afterwards and took us backstage. Bob was in geek heaven.

And as the final waltz comes to an end, we'll say goodbye to A Little Night Music.
© 2017 Jeffrey Geddes

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

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

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

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



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

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








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

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



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

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

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




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

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


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

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





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

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


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