Showing posts with label The Apple Tree. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 4, 2014

MUSICAL MAYHEM: MY TOP TWENTY-FIVE MUSICALS The Honor Roll - Part 3

MUSICAL MAYHEM: MY TOP TWENTY-FIVE MUSICALS
The Honor Roll - Part 3

Some more musicals from the fifteen shows that make up my musical Honor Roll. Lots to talk about, so sit back, pour some coffee and let's begin.

THE SCOTTSBORO BOYS - Music and Lyrics by John Kander and Fred Ebb, Book by David Thompson
This is what I posted on Facebook the day after we saw The Scottsboro Boys  in New York. "Listen up, people! If you care about musical theatre at all, you MUST get to New York before Sunday and catch one of the remaining performances of  The Scottosboro Boys  at the Lyceum Theatre on W. 45th. We saw it on Wednesday and it was one of the most thrilling theatrical performances I've seen in years. It's closing far, FAR too soon. This is a must-see!!!" And it remains one of the most thrilling pieces of theatre, musical or otherwise, that I have seen. Based on a true story, this bold work by David Thompson, John Kander and Fred Ebb  tells of a horrific miscarriage of justice based on irrational fear, racial intolerance, and popularly-held stereotypes. The frightening thing is that this type of bigotry, ignorance and narrow-mindedness is still prevalent in the United States and even celebrated, so this show is not only a indictment of our past, but also a cautionary tale of what could conceivably happen again. The show received mixed reviews when it opened at the Lyceum Theatre and closed after a far-too-brief run. It was nominated for twelve Tony Awards, but had the misfortune of opening in the same season as the juggernaut called The Book of Mormon and didn't win a single award, giving The Scottsboro Boys the dubious distinction of having the most nominations in Tony history without winning in a single category. A sad commentary. A brilliant, touching, wonderful musical.








December, 2010. We saw The Scottsboro Boys just a few days before it closed after a too-brief run. There was an air of excitement and anticipation throughout the sold-out theatre. When the lights dimmed and the orchestra began playing and the cast took their places, the audience erupted into prolonged and loud applause. We were there to celebrate them and we wanted to make sure everyone involved in the show knew it. The entrance applause was nothing, however, compared to the ecstatic standing ovation that just did not want to let the cast go. I was hoarse from cheering and my hands hurt from applauding. The love in that theatre was palpable on both sides of the footlights. Beowulf Boritt's deceptively simple set of backdrops and chairs served as a railway boxcar, a theatre, a courthouse, a jail and a bus in Montgomery, Alabama, while Ken Billington's brilliant lighting design changed the mood of the show with the execution of a light cue. Director/Choreographer Susan Stroman thrillingly staged the show within the framework of a minstrel show, a choice that brought her a considerable amount of criticism, but one that was absolutely correct. Without a single discernible misstep, this is, in my opinion, her finest work, easily topping her wildly praised jobs on The Producers and Crazy for You. Performed by a sensational cast of actors, this was a true ensemble piece. So it is with the utmost respect and admiration for the entire cast, that I single out  these three actors: Joshua Henry, John Cullum and especially Sharon Washington. As Haywood Patterson, the "leader," for lack of a better word, of the Scottsboro 9, Joshua Henry brought a magnetic, dynamic and an unshakeable certainty of the innocence of the Scottsboro 9 that was the glue of the piece. Theatre legend John Cullum's portrayal of the Interlocutor easily demonstrated why he has won two Tony Awards and is on everybody's "A" list when it comes to actors of a certain age. Oozing with oily, malevolent charm, he commanded the stage with his every appearance. His last appearance, where the Scottsboro Boys refuse to join him in his racist cakewalk, was chilling. But it was Sharon Washington's  The Lady that made the most impact. Although she only spoke a few words at the very end of the show, her quiet dignity and her moments of absolute stillness  gave an added depth of humanity and warmth to the show. And when she finally said her lines which, for all intents and purposes, ended the evening, it provided a powerful conclusion to The Scottsboro Boys. It is truly magnificent. - at the Lyceum Theatre, New York



June, 2012. We were on the West Coast to see the revival of Follies in Los Angeles and decided to make a stopover in San Diego when we found out The Scottsboro Boys was in its final performances there. With the original design team recreating their original work and Susan Stroman once again at the helm, this was a replica of the Broadway production. This production featured some members from the original New York cast  in addition to Ron Holgate as the Interlocutor. Holgate, a Tony Award winner for the original production of 1776, has a different style and skill set than John Cullum and Stroman wisely directed him to use his particular strengths to create a different, yet solidly effective Interlocutor. This time around Clifton Duncan played Haywood and C. Kelly Wright was moving as The Lady. If anything, the how made a bigger impact in San Diego than in New York, possibly due to the size of the respective theatres. While the Lyceum in New York is a smallish Broadway house seating just under 1000, the Old Globe is a much more intimate space, seating approximately 600, so the action just seemed more immediate, more powerful. We were fortunate to be at a performance that featured a post-curtain talkback (for the record, I love talkbacks) and it was exciting to see how many people stayed and interacted with the cast. A classy production of a show that should be on everyone's bucket list. - at the Old Globe Theatre, San Diego

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THE APPLE TREE - Book, Music and Lyrics by Sheldon Harnick and Jerry Bock with additional book material by Jerome Coopersmith
The Apple Tree, Harnick and Bock's musical of three one-acts, is decidedly a mixed bag in tone and, frankly, quality. But there is an irresistible charm to the show that makes the most out its considerable virtues and downplays its flaws. Written with the intention of having the same three leads play the more or less equivalent characters in each of the three acts, it's a wonderful vehicle for actors to show off their range and versatility. The "star" of the three pieces is its first act, "The Diary of Adam and Eve," based on a story by Mark Twain. In this piece, everything comes together. The book is gentle, yet often very funny and, ultimately, quite touching. The score mirrors the qualities of the dialogue and concludes with a remarkable ballad called "What Makes Me Love Him," which is as pretty a song as one could hope for. The second act, "The Lady or the Tiger," based on a story by Frank R. Stockton, is paper-thin, but is accompanied by a jaunty score that includes a torchy "I've Got What You Want"…absolutely delicious. The third act, "Passionella," based on a story by Jules Feiffer, is, perhaps unfairly, most noted for a lightning-fast costume change, but is really a rather smart swipe at the artificiality of fame and our attraction to it. Even though all three of the playlets had distinct pleasures, the consistency just wasn't there, with the first act obviously the strongest, the third act the most fun and the second act the throwaway. It was Harnick and Bock's follow-up show to their smash Fiddler on the Roof and the critics were respectful and the show itself received generally very positive critical notices. In her three roles, Barbara Harris gave an iconic performance that is the stuff of legend, if the critics and archival material are to be believed. I feel, however, it's more than just a moderately successful show that is best known for the 1-2-3 punch of the Eve-Barbara-Ella/Passionella leading lady roles. The Apple Tree has a delightful, underrated score that deserves to be more than a footnote to the Harnick and Bock catalog and three stories that will entertain and sparkle with the right cast and director. I'm a big fan. (I also played the Snake, Sanjar and George L. Brown, the anti-Flip, in a community theatre production back when the earth was still cooling. Had a blast!)



The U of I Assembly Hall

March, 1969. To my knowledge, this was the only national tour of The Apple Tree. If there were other companies touring the country, none of them played Chicago. Tom Ewell, of The Seven-Year Itch on stage and especially on film, was the top-billed star, but it was probably second-billed Rosemary Prinz who was the bigger draw at the box office. Prinz had just finished a twelve-year run as Penny Hughes in As the World Turns and was, at the time, a household name. She was out that night and Brenda Gardner, her understudy, filled in for her. According to the many notes I scribbled in my program, I thought she was tentative and a bit underwhelming vocally. She got better as the evening progressed, but it was nothing more than a competent, professional job. (To be totally fair to Ms. Gardner, I was a callow lad of 18 at the time and totally besotted with the original cast album, especially Barbara Harris' performance on it. I probably would not have liked anyone except Barbara Harris, so my thoughts on Ms. Gardner's performance should be taken with much more than a grain of salt.)  Will Mackenzie, who would go on to a great deal of success as a television actor and director, played the Alan Alda roles with charm and talent and I liked him a lot in the roles. Most disappointing, however, was Tom Ewell in the Larry Blyden roles. Perhaps, six months into the tour, he was getting tired of schlepping from one small town to another. Perhaps he didn't like playing opposite an understudy. Perhaps he was just bored with it all. Whatever the case, he gave one of the worst performances I have seen in nearly fifty years of theatregoing. (Not the worst. That honor goes to Danny Kaye in Two by Two, but more on that in another post!) Listless, matter-of-fact with zero charm or charisma, he phoned in his performance. Dismal. My notes complimented the physical production and the orchestra and sound. Apparently, however, the audience was dead and unresponsive. Perhaps a reaction to Rosemary Prinz's absence? - at the Assembly Hall, University of Illinois, Champaign
Sidebar: Then, as now, bus and truck companies bring theatre to many smaller communities. Designed for mobility, these tours often play one- and two-night stands. Before many universities built state-of-the-art performing arts complexes, performances were often held in venues such as the Assembly Hall at the University of Illinois in Champaign, an architecturally significant building usually used for basketball and recently added to the Illinois endangered landmarks list, that is still home for the Broadway series. But thanks to some theatrical magic and very skilled technicians and stagehands, this vast arena was transformed into a perfectly acceptable performance space.







(an edited repost from an earlier blog entry)
December, 2006.  This was the first full-fledged Broadway revival of the show, not counting a 2005 Encores  presentation and I was super-stoked to see it. And although I had some major reservations as noted below, I wasn't disappointed.  Brian d'Arcy James, in the Alan Alda parts, is a first-rate and talented actor and was excellent in all three acts.  Marc Kudisch, in the Larry Blyden parts, was at his best as the Snake, but underused in the other two, a fault of the writing.  (I never said the show was perfect.)  Kristin Chenoweth, in the Barbara Harris roles, was the reason most of the audience was there and I'm sure she didn't disappoint the majority of them.  In my opinion, however, she was a case of diminishing returns.  In "The Diary of Adam and Eve," she was outstanding.  Warm, touching, funny.  In "The Lady or the Tiger?" she was getting a bit too broad.  In "Passionella," she was, well, just not funny.  It was all surface Kristin Chenoweth tricks and though "Passionella" is the broadest of the three acts and is somewhat of a cartoon, it's also a satire and needs to be played straight, but with a knowing wink.  Chenoweth was just out there madly chewing scenery and it hurt her overall performance.  Director Gary Griffin got a superb performance out of her in the first act, but sadly seemed to lose directorial control over her as the show progressed.  And that was a shame.  Had she been better directed, she could have been a worthy successor to the iconic Barbara Harris performance.  Quibbles aside, though, it was great fun.  - at Studio 54, New York


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SWEENEY TODD: THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET - Music and Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim, Book by Hugh Wheeler
I need to get this off my chest: even though Sweeney Todd has been performed by many opera companies at many opera houses throughout the world, it is not an opera. It is a musical. Full stop. It was written as a musical. It was first produced as a musical. It won a bunch of Tony Awards as a musical. It might have the epic qualities of an opera, but it has the heart of a musical and needs to be performed by actors who can sing, and admittedly sing very well, and not by singers who can act. There is a difference.  Let me try to explain. You can sing the crap out of Mrs. Lovett, but unless you have the acting chops to thoroughly delve into the depths of this complicated, charming and diabolical villain, all you have is a well-sung Mrs. Lovett. I'm not saying opera stars don't know how to act. Many of them do, but acting in an opera and acting in a musical are two similar, yet different, animals. It's rare for an opera star to convincingly straddle both worlds and vice versa. But whether you think, like I do, that Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (to use its full name) is a musical or whether you think it's an opera or even whether you think it's an opera that thinks it's a musical or a musical that thinks it's an opera, the bottom line is that it doesn't matter. Any way you look at it, Sweeney Todd is one of the finest works written for the theatre in the past century. Personally, I prefer Follies, but I will not dispute the fact that this is Stephen Sondheim's masterpiece. This slice of Victorian Grand Guignol  delight has a rock-solid book by Hugh Wheeler to compliment Sondheim's soaring score  that ranges from broad comedy to chilling anthems of revenge to one of the most beautiful songs written for the stage, "Green Finch and Linnet Bird." The ugliness and violence of London in that era is more compellingly told and far darker and more realistically portrayed in Sweeney Todd  than the London of Lionel Bart's Oliver!, which takes place in roughly the same time period. You root for Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett even though you know these are bad people…or are they really very moral people who do whatever they feel needs to be done in order to survive, repay old debts and, by killing the totally reprehensible Beadle and Judge, actually make the world a tiny bit better? It's not a happy show, though you will laugh throughout "A Little Priest," but it's invigorating show of uncompromising quality that will make you think while it entertains you.



 




March, 1979.  The show had opened earlier that month to largely favorable reviews, though, not unsurprisingly considering it's a Sondheim show, not every critic was a fan. This "critic," however, was and is. Upon entering the Uris Theatre (now the Gershwin), a theatre that thinks it's an airplane hangar, scenic designer Eugene Lee's sensational set, made up of parts from abandoned foundries in New England, immediately set the tone. It was jaw-dropping and disturbing at the same time and when the shrill factory whistle blasted through the auditorium, you could feel the audience jolt to attention. From Larry Fuller's dance and movement to Franne Lee's costumes to Ken Billington's lighting to Jonathan Tunick's orchestrations to Paul Gemignani's musical direction, there was not a single production element that was not absolutely flawless. Harold Prince's direction was insightful, complex and yet accessible and told this story of revenge and redemption with a beauty and grace that makes Sweeney Todd quite possibly the highlight of his long and brilliant career. Staggeringly good performances by Victor Garber, Ken Jennings, Merle Louise, Edmund Lyndeck, Sarah Rice, Joaquin Romaguera and Jack Eric Williams brought the large cast of characters vividly and memorably to life. But it was Angela Lansbury and Len Cariou who, in career-defining performances, thrillingly anchored the proceedings and who effortlessly brought the gigantic Uris Theatre down to size. I've seen other productions of Sweeney Todd, but this, kids, was the real deal. Breathtaking. Simply breathtaking. - at the Uris Theatre, New York

August, 1979. Several months into the run, the show was as fresh as my first viewing of it. Cris Groenendaal had replaced Victor Garber as Anthony. (Garber was soon to go into rehearsals for the First National Tour of They're Playing Our Song.) Still stunning. Still magnificent. - at the Uris Theatre, New York

February, 1980. Len Cariou and Angela Lansbury were leaving the show at the end of the week, but their performances were still opening-night fresh and effortless. Betsy Joslyn had replaced Sarah Rice as Johanna. I was in New York to perform for an association of word processing professionals. (Remember word processors?) My fellow castmates were all associated with Waukegan Community Players, the community theatre group in my hometown of Waukegan. I'm not quite sure how our author and star got the gig, but it paid well, was great fun, and was an excuse to play in New York. My best friend Pat and others in the cast joined me at the Uris. Pat thought it was one of the finest performances she had ever seen. No argument from me, Pat. - at the Uris Theatre, New York




March, 1981. When the first national tour of Sweeney Todd played Chicago, it was unfortunately housed at the ghastly Arie Crown Theatre, an inhospitable barn of a playhouse seating over 4300 people that made Sweeney's New York home, the Uris, seem positively intimate. For whatever reason, I assume it had to do with money and box office receipts, the Arie Crown was, for a while, too long a while in my book, the theatre of choice for many of the larger musicals when they played Chicago. This was unfortunate, because even the singular talents of Angela Lansbury and George Hearn could not overcome the liabilities of this huge space. Eugene Lee's brilliant set was slightly altered for touring (no trap doors or rising from the depths of hell in the touring production), but otherwise this was a faithful replica of the Broadway original with many of the final Lansbury/Cariou cast continuing in the show. Lansbury remained a marvel and George Hearn was a powerful and frightening Sweeney Todd. Don't get me wrong; the performances and producition were all top-notch, but I so wish the producers had booked the Shubert instead. - at the Arie Crown Theatre, Chicago



May, 1994. The Broadway original may be the gold standard by which all productions of Sweeney Todd can be  judged, but this 1993 chamber-sized (18 cast, 10 orchestra) version produced by Great Britain's Royal National Theatre is my favorite. The reason? Two words: Julia McKenzie.  Wildly praised for her interpretation of Nellie Lovett, her earthly, sensual performance was a master class in how to take an already iconic performance (originator Angela Lansbury, thrilling and incredible) and make it truly, absolutely, totally your own. Lansbury's approach was daffier, a bit flakier, a bit on the cutesy side which made her Act Two scene with Toby, where she decides he must be killed in order to keep Sweeney Todd from being exposed, so potent. McKenzie's approach was broader, sexier, with a obvious survivor's attitude which made the same Act Two scene as potent as Lansbury's but with an added quality of calculated evil that made you almost gasp in despair because, up to that point, despite Mrs. Lovett's popping people into pies and the rest of her, let's be honest here, sociopathic behavior, you rather liked McKenzie's Mrs. Lovett. She was fun; she was funny; she was a Victorian good time. Plus McKenzie sang the absolute crap out of the score. In my book, this was and remains the definitive Mrs. Lovett. I am not alone in this opinion. I have read in several sources that Sondheim himself feels the same way. In fact, Sondheim has praised this production and its small chamber approach as being his original vision for the piece. As one would expect from the National Theatre, production values, though not as epic as the original, were top-of-the-line with a superb orchestra and a superb cast including Denis Quilley, who originated the role in the first London West End production in 1980. Seeing it in the intimate 890 seat Lyttelton Theatre made the entire experience powerful and unforgettable. Steve was ambivalent about seeing this, but he loved Julia McKenzie after seeing her in the London  production of Follies in 1987, so he was willing to give the show a try. He was a believer by the end of Act One. Highlight of the evening, however, had to be sharing a drink and a chat with Ms. McKenzie herself in the green room bar after the show. Classy lady; über-talented actor. - at the Lyttelton Theatre (NT), London




August, 2001. This semi-staged concert version originated in 2000 with the New York Philharmonic at Lincoln Center's Avery Fisher Hall, where it was recorded on CD. The following year it was produced in San Francisco, where it was taped for a PBS broadcast. In August, 2001, it played at Ravinia, Chicago's glorious outdoors concert venue in suburban Ravinia. Lonny Price's skilled direction gave a theatrical gloss to the proceedings. In the superlative cast were internationally acclaimed baritone Sherrill Milnes as Judge Turpin, Broadway veteran Davis Gaines as Anthony Hope, the wonderful Hollis Resnick as the Beggar Woman and Neil Patrick Harris (!!) as Tobias Rigg. But then, the icing on the cake:  George Hearn once again formidable and terrifying as Sweeney Todd and Patti LuPone as a deliciously amoral, comic and scary Mrs. Lovett. Add the glorious sounds of the large Ravinia Symphony Orchestra and a beautiful summer evening and, well, you have one magical evening. – at the Pavilion, Ravinia Festival, Ravinia, IL







October, 2005.  Director/Designer John Doyle's approach to having the actors also act as the orchestra was something revolutionary for Broadway, exciting and invigorating and yet, at the same time, somewhat unsatisfying, an opinion I would have a year later with his actors-as-orchestra production of Company. I had absolutely no quibbles about the talented and versatile cast of ten playing principals and chorus alike and the scenic, costume and lighting designs were all striking and original. What was missing, in my humble opinion, was the epic quality that the original certainly had, the chamber piece had and even the concert version had. For me, this flattened this wonderfully macabre tale and made it a little less, for lack of a better description, Sweeney Todd, if that makes any sense at all. Perhaps surprisingly, however, the music seemed fresher and more immediate and I credit orchestrator Sarah Travis for transforming Jonathan Tunick 's original orchestrations to perfectly fit this innovative concept and to perfectly showcase the musician talents of the cast. The casting of Pirelli as a woman didn't work for me, which is absolutely no reflection of Donna Lynne Champlin's performance. It was just a choice I didn't agree with. Special kudos to Mark Jacoby (Judge Turpin), Alexander Gemignani (The Beadle), Lauren Molina (Johanna) and Manoel Felciano (Toby). Top honors, however, go to Michael Cerveris, whose Sweeney was so charismatic and so downright hot, as in sexy hot, and yet so very, very frightening, and to Patti LuPone, whose Mrs. Lovett took on a completely different life from her Ravinia portrayal and gave us a very wry, very sardonic and the most cheerfully demented Mrs. Lovett I've seen. I enjoyed it quite a lot, yet this is my least favorite of the major productions I've seen of the show. On their first trip to NYC, our niece (age 16) and nephew (age 14) were not terribly impressed. – at the Eugene O'Neill Theatre, New York



September, 2011. A former student of Bob's was in the cast of this well-received production and that was the impetus for the trip to the 'burbs. This was an excellent production with terrific production values, superb singing and outstanding lead performances by NYC-imported Gregg Edelman and Liz McCartney that gave the show a Broadway sheen not often seen in Chicago regional theatre. The ubiquitous Rachel Rockwell did a fine job directing the show, keeping it more in the style of the original. Her penchant for "reimagining" and "reinventing" was only apparent in the decision to cast a young boy as Toby, a bold choice that, had director Rockwell taken the risk to go full-throttle with this approach, could have added a really disturbingly creepy element to the production. As presented, however, it was more Oliver! than Sweeney Todd and just had me bewildered. Overall, though, a solid production and well-worth the trip out to the hysterically decoratively overwrought Drury Lane. – at the Drury Lane Theatre, Oakbrook Terrace, IL

Whew!  That's it for now. Enjoy the week … and see a show.
© 2014 Jeffrey Geddes

Saturday, January 26, 2013

A MIXED MUSICAL MASH-UP AND ONE GLAMOUR PLAY!

PET PEEVE - PREVIEW PRICING

Back in the day, the typical Broadway show, both musical and play, had an out-of-town tryout, came into town, had a few lower-priced previews and then opened.  Nowadays, most shows play an extended preview period at their New York theatre before opening.  In extreme cases, that preview period can last months (eg: Spiderman).  Shows do still have out-of-town tryouts (eg: The Producers, Aida, Kinky Boots, The Addams Family, all of which played in Chicago before heading east), but then typically, they go back into extended rehearsals and then have a few weeks of previews before opening.  I have no problem with previews.  In fact, I enjoy going to previews because I get to see a show before the critics put their two cents in.  What I don't enjoy is paying full-price for them.  Here's my beef with that.  People have told me that sometimes I'm too critical of shows when I see the show in previews and I don't especially like it. "It's in previews," they say.  "Things aren't set in stone yet.  Don't be so critical."  Okay, I get all that.  Previews are where shows have the opportunity to see what works and what doesn't.  But when I'm paying full price (and producers are fielding premium-priced tickets for previews), well, then, I expect the show to be in opening night condition or, at the very least, damn close to it.  I think that's why I don't have any qualms about critics reviewing a show in previews anymore.  Let me rephrase that: I don't have any qualms about critics reviewing a show in previews, even the first preview (to be fair, they need to acknowledge that), if that show is charging full-price for previews.  If that's the case, the show is fair game for a critical look-see.  To me full price=show's ready.  But what about the harsh economic realities of the theatre today, you ask?  That's a conundrum. Union contracts dictate certain pay and working conditions.  (And for the record here, I'm all for the unions.)  But couldn't a two-tier contract be developed?  A contract that sets different working conditions and a lower pay scale for all involved while a show is in previews?  That way, ethical producers could translate the cost savings into lower-priced previews (at least 25% lower than regular price) and audiences would then pay fair dollar for a work in progress.  Just an idea. 

January, 2013. When the best performance in a show called Sweet Charity is given by the actor playing Oscar, that says volumes about the show. A very mixed bag with a good ensemble and that terrific Cy Coleman score, terrible costumes (Charity in pink gingham? Really?), a "meh" physical production, only serviceable choreography, an odd directorial approach and a dull, lackluster leading performance. Writers' is a very intimate space, perhaps too intimate for this big, splashy 60s show.  The cast of 11 seemed too small by about 4 and the competent band of 5 sounded too thin at times.  The director's choice for Charity was a major misstep.  I felt no camaraderie existed between Charity and her two pals at the dance hall (or between Charity and Oscar for that matter) and as a performer, she was distant and, frankly, although not untalented, lacked the stage presence, charm and acting and vocal chops to carry a lead role, especially this one.  A far better choice for Charity would have been Karen Burthwright who sparkled as Nickie.  Kudos to the talented Jarrod Zimmerman, whose Oscar truly was the highpoint of the evening.  An unexpected disappointment from this usually fine company. Not crazy about the program graphic, either.  First preview.  Full price.  See above.  - at Writers' Theatre, Glencoe, IL

July, 1975. What? Broadway's Maria and Robert Goulet's ex as Ziegfeld's funny girl? She's not Jewish! And she wasn't Streisand, either. (Okay, I admit it. I'm not a huge fan of Babs. She takes too many liberties and now sounds shrill.) But Lawrence was really quite good in this part. Certainly sang and danced it well. Jazz and cabaret singer Sylvia Syms played Mrs. Brice and Harve Presnell was a big-voiced Nick. The Muny is this 11,000 seat open-air theatre in St. Louis' beautiful Forest Park and every year they produce a season of musicals, usually featuring B-list stars, but with fine production values, large choruses, and a big orchestra. It's usually a grand time. Something I haven't done in decades, either. Need to fix that.  — at Municipal Opera, St. Louis.


July, 1981. Elizabeth Taylor made her Broadway debut as Regina Giddens in Lillian Hellman's classic play of greed and revenge. I love this play; it's in my top twenty-five. Maureen Stapleton as Birdie was touching and commanded the stage, as you would expect of this stage veteran. And look at that supporting cast. Producer Zev Bufman obviously went for the best to support his fabled star. For a stage neophyte, Taylor handled herself with aplomb, and while she may not have been the most riveting Regina on record, she was, without a doubt, the most glamourous. And her presence kept the "sold out" signs up at the Beck for the entire run. — at Martin Beck Theatre, New York City.


November, 1971. Margo Channing sings. Eve Harrington dances. It's "All About Eve" set to music. A faithful retooling of the beloved movie, the score for this Tony-winning show is hopelessly a product of the 70s, with too-cute chorus numbers and an energetic, but totally unbelievable number where the star mingles with the common folk. On opening night. In a gay bar. Nope. Don't believe it. Not a bit. Doesn't work that way. And let's not forget the horror of a final number where Margo Channing sings about "being to your man what a woman should be." WTF?? By this time, Bonnie Franklin was seriously infected with the "cutes" and I wanted to slap her silly. The film's Eve, Anne Baxter, took over from Lauren Bacall to good notices. I loved Bacall, but thought Baxter was just a hoot and a holler. What fun! And standing room, no less! (Sad footnote: Gwyda DonHowe (Karen) was married to producer Norman Kean.  In 1988, Kean killed DonHowe, then committed suicide.) — at Palace Theatre, New York City.



A potpourri of ticket stubs.


September, 2005. One of Andrew Lloyd Webber's lesser efforts.  To be honest, I don't remember much about this musical at all.  The reason we went to it was because of Ruthie Henshall, but, as luck would have it, she was out for that performance.  Her cover was excellent, but the show wasn't.  What I do remember about the show is the use of projections in place of physical scenery that was mighty impressive at first, but then got rather old.  "Oh, look!  More projections."  Simon Callow was also in this and for the longest time we wondered why, but then he had a song or a scene, maybe both, where Bob and I went, "Oh, right.  Nicely done, Simon, nicely done!"  The show was still a waste of his terrific talent, but that song/scene was a corker.  I couldn't hum a tune from this is my life depended on it, even immediately after hearing it.  Pretty much forgettable from start to finish.  - at the Palace Theatre,  London.


October, 1970.  Here's how this show was billed: "The Art Institute of Chicago presents The Goodman Resident Theatre Company in The Three Penny Opera."  This was back in the days when the Goodman's home was at the Art Institute, before it became a regional powerhouse.  In fact, according to my program, this production kicked off its second (!!) professional season and was, at the time, Chicago's only resident theatre company.  How times have changed.  But I digress.  I hated every minute of this.  I don't like Brecht.  I don't like Weill, with few exceptions.  I hated the actors.  And I loathe "Mack the Knife."  Bleh.  - at the Goodman Theatre at the Art Institute, Chicago




October, 1978.  Timbuktu! Is basically Kismet with a locale change - from Baghdad to Timbuktu, in the Ancient Empire of Mali, West Africa.  Okay.  Whatever.  Roundly panned when it opened in New York, this was gorgeous to look at and beautifully sung, and if you're a fan of Kismet, as I am (okay, okay…sue me!), that is enough for a pleasant evening at the theatre.  BUT, this also had Eartha Kitt.  THE Eartha Kitt, live and in person and slinking about the stage in full, legendary glory.  She could seductively purr and then fiercely growl in a split second and dared you to look anywhere else whenever she was on the massive Arie Crown stage.  She was…a marvel.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  (Note: for quite a few years, the Arie Crown, located in McCormick Place, was a regularly used venue for musicals.  A huge barn of an auditorium with lousy acoustics and no warmth, it was a theatregoer's nightmare, but producers loved it because of the loads of money they could potentially make due to the theatre's seating capacity.  Fortunately, it's not used anymore for touring productions.) - at the Arie Crown Theatre, Chicago


December, 2006.  I really love this show.  It's in my top twenty-five.  I enjoyed playing the Snake and Sanjar in a community theatre production in Waukegan back when the earth was cooling.  The score is among my favorites.  It's one of those charming shows that, I feel, is under-appreciated.  Having said that, it's no surprise that I was really looking forward to seeing this.  And, really, although I had some major reservations as noted below, I wasn't disappointed.  Brian d'Arcy James, in the Alan Alda parts, is a first-rate and talented actor and was excellent in all three acts.  We know Brian.  He's the brother of Bob's former boss and is just as friendly and charming as he is talented.  Marc Kudisch, in the Larry Blyden parts, was at his best as the Snake, but underused in the other two, a fault of the writing.  (I never said the show was perfect.)  Kristin Chenoweth, in the Barbara Harris roles, was the reason most of the audience was there and I'm sure she didn't disappoint the majority of them.  In my opinion, however, she was a case of diminishing returns.  In "The Diary of Adam and Eve," she was outstanding.  Warm, touching, funny.  In "The Lady or the Tiger?" she was getting a bit too broad.  In "Passionella," she was, well, just not funny.  It was all surface Kristin Chenoweth tricks and though "Passionella" is the broadest of the three acts and is somewhat of a cartoon, it's also a satire and needs to be played straight, but with a knowing wink.  Chenoweth was just out madly chewing scenery and it hurt her overall performance.  Director Gary Griffin got a superb performance out of her in the first act, but sadly seemed to lose directorial control over her as the show progressed.  And that was a shame.  Had she been better directed, she could have been a worthy successor to the iconic Barbara Harris performance.  Quibbles aside, though, it was great fun.  - at Studio 54, New York

That's all for now!  Comments always welcome!






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