Thursday, August 18, 2016

MUSICAL MAYHEM: MY TOP TWENTY-FIVE MUSICALS – Part 9 - THE TOP TEN – #10

MUSICAL MAYHEM: MY TOP TWENTY-FIVE MUSICALS – Part 9
THE TOP TEN – #10

There are so many wonderful musicals out there and so many that I dearly love, so choosing my top twenty-five was difficult.  Some of them were critical and financial hits, some not, but all of them are musicals that speak to me. I've written about my Honor Roll musicals. Now it's time for my Top Ten. Some will be predictable, if you know me at all, and some might surprise you. 

So without further ado….let's start.

# 10: THE WIZ  – Book by William F. Brown, Music and Lyrics by Charlie Smalls
A troubled tryout tour is not particularly unusual for a new Broadway-bound musical, but The Wiz's tryouts in Baltimore and Detroit were especially challenging, awash with bad reviews, apathetic audiences, internecine conflicts among the creative staff resulting in the firing of the original director, and a dismissal of nearly all of the principal actors, including Butterfly McQueen, whose role as the Queen of the Field Mice would be eliminated after Detroit. With little advance sale, little pre-opening interest, and a collection of decidedly mixed-to-negative opening reviews, producer Ken Harper posted a closing notice on opening night, standard issue to meet union obligations if you think a show has no chance to succeed. Thankfully, Twentieth Century-Fox, who bankrolled The Wiz, believed it in enough to put more money into it, enough to cover its losses and to mount a new publicity campaign that featured the irresistible invitation to visit the Majestic Theatre and "Ease on Down the Road." Positive and enthusiastic word-of-mouth took over, andThe Wiz soon became a sell-out hit and Broadway's hot ticket. And, a few months after it's unhopeful opening night, it would triumph at the 1975 Tony Awards and win seven awards, including Best Musical. It would be made into a unloved, critically-slammed film starring an over-aged Diana Ross as Dorothy.

Surprisingly, considering it's one of my Top Ten musicals, my first viewing of The Wiz, only a few short weeks after its Tony wins, left me a bit ambivalent towards it. I enjoyed it, but… It wasn't until the First National Tour arrived at the Shubert in Chicago where I totally fell in love with this hip, clever, urban, funny, stylish, touching, and very tuneful reworking of The Wizard of Oz and all initial ambivalence would melt away, and yes, the WWOTW reference was intentional. Let's start with that glorious, glorious Overture, sadly not preserved on the original cast recording. I'm a total overture geek, and this ranks among the very best. And then to end the evening, composer Charlie Smalls trots out this little bombshell called "Home," which always, always wipes me out, and when Toto runs onstage and leaps into Dorothy's arms as the curtain falls, well, I'm just a puddle. Totally. Seriously, I'm a mess. Now, it's not a perfect show. My least favorite character in the classic MGM film is that of the Scarecrow. He annoys me. Ray Bolger's performance annoys me. I want to set him on fire myself. Unfortunately, in The Wiz, the part hasn't really changed all that much. The Scarecrow is still annoying; his song is my least liked in the entire score, and I eagerly wait for his solo moment to pass. I sort of miss the pre-Oz stuff that occupies the first ten minutes or so of the film, but the creators were wise enough to give Aunt Em a lovely song to start off the performance, so there's that. Reducing the truly irritating Glinda, all big poofy dress and creepy birdlike voice, to a diva part near the end of the show and replacing her, sort of, with the very cool and hip Addaperle was a stroke of genius. Ditto giving the Lion an actual character instead of the borderline-by-21st-century-standards offensive portrait that was Bert Lahr's performance. There's no "Follow the Yellow Brick Road," but there is the infectious "Ease on Down the Road." Also, instead of recycling the same melody for the solo songs for the Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion, composer Smalls gave each of those characters their own voice. Let's face it: Margaret Hamilton was flawless as the Wicked Witch of the West, and Messrs. Brown and Smalls wisely chose not to imitate her iconic portrayal. Instead they gave us a fresh and funny Evillene with the killer "No Bad News." "Be a Lion" soars into the stratosphere, "What Would I Do If I Could Feel" tugs at the heart, "Everybody Rejoice" is pure joy, and Glinda's diva moment in "If You Believe" will make you believe. And let's not forget the inspired transformation of the Wizard of Oz, aka The Wiz, from a doddering, uninteresting old man into a vibrant force of nature. Did I mention the Overture and "Home"?

The Wiz. After forty-one years, to paraphrase one of the songs, y'all still got it!

The original marquee was straight-forward. Here's The Wiz.

Once it was determined the show would run, the producers sprang for a more eye-catching marquee.




June, 1975. At the Majestic Theatre, everything was going smoothly and entertainingly for that year's unexpected Tony-winning musical, The Wiz. By the end of Act One, our intrepid foursome of Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion had eased on down the road to the Emerald City and into the Throne Room where this imposing head was giving everyone grief about obtaining an audience with the elusive Wiz. In frustration, Dorothy suddenly screamed out "Mr. Wiz!" and the most amazing thing happened. The orchestra began this hard, sexy vamp. The lights began to do all sorts of terrific things. Smoke filled the stage, the head's mouth opened, a ramp slid out and standing on the ramp, basking in the applause that erupted throughout the theatre, and poured into a skintight white suit was The Wiz himself, a strutting, mesmerizing André De Shields. When he pounded out the first words of his song, "So you wanted to meet the Wizard," I knew I definitely wanted to meet him, and in a way and place that would shock our innocent Kansas teen. I mean, the man was sex on a stick. Wow. Just wow. Definitely the highlight of the show up to that point. Curiously, however, and despite the fine performances of all involved, and despite the fact that Stephanie Mills' "Home" tore the roof off of the Majestic Theatre, the show seemed disjointed, uninvolving. Individually, everything was fine, more than fine, but the show just didn't gel for whatever reason. Maybe everyone was a bit tired after a week of performances. Maybe it was undue pressure because of the Tony wins. The one true negative, for me at least, and I know I'm in the minority here, was Dee Dee Bridgewater's Glinda. Tony Award notwithstanding, it just didn't feel like she was invested in that night's performance. Her songs were sung well and all, but it just didn't land. While I enjoyed the evening, I left less than completely satisfied. Perhaps it was because I was in the Standing Room section at the far back of the theatre ($4.00!!). Or perhaps seeing the just-opened Chicago the night before had something to do with it. Whatever the reasons, that indifference would change twenty months later. (See the next entry.) – at the Majestic Theatre, New York  
Casting note: Phylicia Rashad, then Phylicia Ayers-Allen was in the ensemble and was Glinda's understudy. And, strangely, Dee Dee Bridgewater was the understudy for Aunt Em. Huh?





Carolyn Miller had taken over Evillene by my second visit at the Shubert.

February, 1977; March, 1977. Shortly after The Wiz began its Saturday matinee performance at the Shubert Theatre, all the indifference I felt towards the New York performance I saw in June, 1975, melted away. The magnificent Overture seemed brighter. Roz Clark oozed motherly, or in this case Aunt Em, love and Reneé Harris' Dorothy lit up the stage with her talent and energy from the moment she made her first entrance until she took her final well-deserved solo bow to ecstatic applause. Ken Prymus as the Lion, Ben Harney as the Tinman, and Charles V. Harris, who opened this First National Company in Los Angeles as "Valentino," as the Scarecrow were all worthy companions to the radiant Ms. Harris (still don't like the character of Scarecrow, but was ably performed). Vivian Bonnell was suitably addled, but ultimately wise, as Addaperle, Queen Yahna and, in March, Carolyn Miller both powered through Evillene, Roz Clark returned in the second act as a silky-voiced Glinda, and Kamal, though he didn't fill out that tight, white suit with quite the same, uh, "flair," yeah, that's it, as originator, André De Shields, was a damn sexy Wiz in his own right. Unlike New York, everything gelled, everything worked, everything was involving, and every single member of the cast from the principals to the ensemble was fully invested in the performance. It was like I was seeing a completely different show. A show I liked with reservations became I show I love to this day. #WizLove – at the Shubert Theatre, Chicago
Sidebar: In the original Broadway production, at least when I saw it in its first year, one actress played Aunt Em and another played Glinda. What's become pretty much standard operating procedure is to double-cast the two roles and have one actress play both. Easy enough to do since the characters never overlap. In 1982, Tinman Ben Harney would win the Tony Award for Best Actor in a musical for Dreamgirls. Lion Ken Prymus achieved film immortality when he sang "Suicide Is Painless," which was written specifically for him, in the fake funeral sequence in the movie MASH. He also holds the record for the longest-running featured performer for his nearly 2700 continuous performance run in the original Cats.

Fun Fact: Apparently I was not the only person who was underwhelmed with the Broadway original. In her November, 1976, review of The Wiz when it opened at Chicago's Shubert for an open-ended run, critic Linda Winer said, "…I sat uneasily through the same show in New York two years ago wondering what all the Tony Awards were about…I tiptoed silently away, hoping the popular Wiz would click its platform heels three too many times and disappear…" But she loved the Chicago production, especially Ms. Harris, who she felt brought a "tender magic…missed in the original." Perfectly said, Ms. Winer. She was also noted how well André De Shields, who played The Wiz for the initial few weeks of the Chicago run, filled out his costume. See. I'm not a total perv. Other people notice these things, too.





August, 1978. The Wiz eased on down the road to Milwaukee for two weeks in August, 1978, and I took my parents to see it. I wasn't sure how they'd react to it since this wasn't quite The Wizard of Oz that they were familiar with and especially since my dad was a good, old, southern Illinois born-and-raised country boy. I was worried that the hip urbaness of the show would not be their thing. Therefore, with some trepidation I asked my dad at the interval if he was enjoying the show, and he laughed and quoted me one of the Wiz's lines about platform pumps. I nearly spit out my intermission gin and tonic. Yes, my dad could surprise me at times. This Second National Company tour didn't stint on the bells and whistles of the production, nor did it stint on the cast, which featured a wonderful lead performance by Deborah Malone as Dorothy. A great time was had by all – at Uihlein Hall, Milwaukee
Casting Tidbits: the wonderful Lillias White was not only in The Wiz ensemble, but also the understudy for Dorothy. What I wouldn't give to her hear wrap that voice of hers around "Home." Annie Joe Edwards, who spread evilness with sass as Evillene, played a supporting role, under the name of Annie Joe, in 1986's legendary, for all the wrong reasons, "Legends." She's now a music teacher in the Birmingham, Alabama, area.

Not an ideal place to see musicals, but a damn sight better than the cavernous and horrible Arie Crown Theatre at McCormick Place.



February, 1979. Two years after an extended stay at the Shubert, the First National Company of The Wiz played a return engagement, this time at the Civic Opera House, and once again starring the wonderful Reneé Harris as Dorothy. Kamal was still on board as The Wiz. So was Vivian Bonnell (Addaperle), Carolyn Miller (Evillene), and Charles Valentino, aka Valentino aka Charles V. Harris (Scarecrow). Apparently the man can't decide what moniker he wants to be known by. Considering this production had been on the road for over 2 ½ years by this time, the production still looked fresh and the performances still sparkled. A large group of us went, most newbies to the wonders of the show. They left the Opera House Wiz converts. – at the Civic Opera House, Chicago


A new logo for The Wiz. Not as striking as the original, in my opinion.


October, 1983. On a cross-country tour that would end in a critically-dismissed, twenty performance, rather spectacularly failed Broadway return, original star Stephanie Mills, now billed above the title as "Stephanie Mills in…," returned to the role that made her a star, and she was pretty much the only thing the Chicago critics liked about this production. (The New York critics were even less kind.) Charles Valentino apparently decided on his go-to name and was still playing the Scarecrow some 6 ½+  years after I'd first seen him in the role at the Shubert. For this tour the roles of Aunt Em and Glinda were once again played by two actresses. I don't remember much about this production, so overall I must not have been very impressed. I do remember Stephanie Mills, except for a blazing "Home," didn't do it for me and I sorely missed the warmth and charm of Reneé Harris. In New York, this failed revival would be the only full-scale revival of the show to date. – at the Shubert Theatre, Chicago
Unrelated-But-Still-Interesting-Sidebar: Surprisingly, another smash hit, this time from the 60s, the 1508-performance Mame, has had only one full-scale revival to date. That one, in the summer of 1983, like The Wiz, was a critical miss, even with a raft of stars from the original production, including Angela Lansbury, and closed after a month's run. Will the Bette Midler-led Hello, Dolly! fare better?




June, 2009. An Encores Summer Stars presentation, this was the first full(ish)-scale production of The Wiz in twenty-five years, or since the short-lived 1984 revival. Come to think of it, this was the first production of any scale of The Wiz to play Broadway since 1984. I say full(ish) because the scenery, while serviceable, lacked a feeling of being designed for permanence, a feature not lacking in either the costumes by Paul Tazewell or the lighting by the redoubtable Ken Billington. It gave the production a bit of a summer stock look. Director Thomas Kail and choreographer Andy Blankenbuehler would both earn Tony Awards in 2016 for their contributions to Hamilton, but here both direction and choreography were a bit messy and unfocused. And the show itself showed its age a bit and could have used a judicious cut here and there. Casting pop star Ashanti as Dorothy may have been a wise box-office move, but perhaps was not the wisest choice for the part. Known for her formidable voice, she sang the hell out of her numbers, and gave a sweet and personable, if wooden, performance as everyone's favorite girl from Kansas. To her credit, though, and she gets major props for this, she was obviously working very hard to give the very best performance she could and that eagerness to please and her glittering smile both went a long way. Second-billed-above-the-the-title Orlando Bloom (The Wiz) was weak in Act One, but solid in Act Two. The supporting cast was uniformly fine, especially future Tony-winner James Monroe Iglehart (Aladdin) as the Lion (his "Be a Lion" duet with Ashanti stopped the show) and an affecting performance by Joshua Henry (future star of The Scottsboro Boys) as Tinman. In the end, however, it was the luminous LaChanze who made the whole thing more than worth the price of admission with her showstopping and effortless rendition of  "If You Believe," inexpicably called "Believe in Yourself" in the program. Showstopping? Did I say showstopping? Hell, the audience screamed their approval. And then screamed and applauded some more. And, oh, yes, it was quite wonderful to hear the show's magnificent overture played by a large, lush orchestra. Sigh. – at New York City Center, New York

Final thoughts. The Encores production was not much-loved by the critics, praising some parts of it, while dismissing others, and this is pretty much the history of this show since it first appeared in 1975. It is not a perfect show. Not everything works. Some parts, not many, but some, border on dull. But, here's the deal. This show brings me such joy, I really don't care what the critics think. And that's why this is my #10 on my Top Ten List.

Postscript: In December, 2015, NBC telecast a live production of The Wiz, officially called The Wiz Live! that justifiably garnered good reviews. This version included a new song for the Scarecrow, though the character was still annoying as hell. The big change, however, was a gender switch for The Wiz, casting top-billed Queen Latifah in the role. The switch provided some fresh perspective and most of it worked really well. However, the songs were not Queen Latifah's friends and she vocally struggled with them. Based on the positive reception, it's been rumored a revival based on this version will be coming to Broadway.

Well, enough easing down the road. Until next time.
© 2016 Jeffrey Geddes

Sunday, August 7, 2016

A LITTLE BIT OF THIS, A LITTLE BIT OF THAT – Part II - Some More Potpourri

A LITTLE BIT OF THIS, A LITTLE BIT OF THAT – Part II
Some More Potpourri

After a wonderful month of having our energetic, bright, and delightful granddaughter, Esme, with us, it's time to return to going down memory lane. I still have a huge pile of recent programs that have yet to be filed, so let's do another potpourri of shows. Today's six offerings include a new adaptation of an early-18th century French farce, an unexpectedly delightful holiday musical, a bracing world premiere, a pre-Broadway musical tryout, a long-running performance art piece, and, finally, a curiously and surprisingly unsatisfying production of an iconic musical. Six different shows, but they all have one thing in common: they were all Chicago area productions.

A farce, you say? Let's begin there.

THE HEIR APPARENT – Chicago Shakespeare Theater, Chicago






December, 2015. An old, decrepit grandfather clock chimed to start the play, but alternating with the expected chimes, the clock also made fart sounds. And we laughed. Yep. Childish, I know. Immature, certainly. But, c'mon, it was funny. And, thus the tone of David Ives' The Heir Apparent, based on Jean-François Regnard's 18th century farce, Le Légataire universel, was set. Chockablock with references to bodily functions, cheerful anachronisms, scheming servants, mistaken identities, young lovers, sex-driven old people, and some audience participation thrown into the mix, this frothy brew was written in rhyming couplets and served up in a production that was tightly directed, sensationally acted, and beautiful to look at. The plot had something to do with inheritances and wills and who marries who, and, like most farces, paper-thin, but I laughed so hard and so frequently, it didn't matter one whit. Leading the cast was the estimable Paxton Whitehead, who seemed to be having the time of his life. Jessie Fisher, Cliff Saunders, Nate Burger, Emily Peterson, Patrick Kerr, and Bob's friend, Linda Kimbrough ably rounded out the cast. We were on the extreme far side, which at the Shakes can be problematic, but John Rando's direction made sure all three sides in the ¾ thrust Courtyard Theater were treated equally and we missed nothing. (Take note, Gary Griffin!) A jolly way to spend a cold December evening. – at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater, Chicago

ELF – Marriott Theatre, Lincolnshire




October, 2015. It will probably surprise no one that I'm not a fan of holiday-themed entertainment. I loathe It's a Wonderful Life. The thought of singing Christmas carols makes me cringe. And, frankly, my dear, I don't give a flipping crap about Tiny Tim. So, taking all that into account, I was expecting Marriott Lincolnshire's Elf to be just filled-to-the-Marriott-rafters with gooey good cheer and holiday icky-ness, but free tickets are free tickets, so off we went. And, gasp, I was delightfully surprised. I'd never seen the movie, so I didn't know the story. As presented on the Marriott stage, Elf was a breath of fresh air with a bracing amount of tartness, yet with a satisfying dollop of heart, bolstered by a really good score, a solid production, terrific production numbers, and fine performances by all involved. Special kudos to Alex Goodrich who worked his butt off as a just-right Buddy. Even though at a few days before Halloween, this was a bit early to be watching holiday fare, this was absolutely worth the drive up to Lincolnshire. After City of Angels and then Elf, I officially forgave Marriott for the previous year's Cabaret. – at the Marriott Theatre, Lincolnshire

THADDEUS AND SLOCUM – Lookingglass Theatre, Chicago




July, 2016. In 1908, when this fascinating work takes place, many theatres in Chicago were segregated, including the Majestic (Shubert) Theatre. Blacks had their own box office (in the alley) and were relegated to the upper reaches of the house. (I didn't know this. Discovered this sorry fact during our Conclave, which ended the day before we saw this.) "White" houses were allowed only one "colored" act and many African-American performers of the day performed in blackface, I assume to make the whites more comfortable. This is all explored in this wonderful new work that will have you talking about it long after the play is over. Wonderfully directed and acted by a terrific group of actors (special props to Samuel Taylor and Travis Turner as the eponymous duo), this was bracing and involving. We were seated on the floor at cabaret tables and were literally in much of the action. Very cool. The tag for this show is "A Vaudeville Adventure." Indeed it was. With vaudeville acts intermingled with the plot, it was unlike anything I'd seen and more than just a show within a show. The Lookingglass people, however, really need to do something about the VERY un-period white-bristled nylon push broom they use at one point in the show. Drove me bats and really was the only period misstep in the whole show. Our first Lookingglass production. I really liked this one. - at the Lookingglass Theatre, Chicago

GOTTA DANCE – Bank of America Theatre, Chicago



December, 2015. Preview performance. Pre-Broadway tryout. Lightweight fluff with endearing, sparkling performances, an often very funny book, and a pleasant, if forgettable, score made for an enjoyable evening out. Based on a true story about senior hip-hop dancers as half-time entertainment for a NBA basketball team, this was brightly designed, energetically played by the orchestra, and directed and choreographed by Jerry Mitchell with his customary skill and panache. Andre de Shields demonstrated with ease why he is still a formidable force to reckon with. The always-wonderful Lillias White provided the show's soul. Jennifer Hart, I mean Stefanie Powers, still lithe and stunning at 72, provided the glamour. It was Lori Tan Chinn's Mae, however, who gave the show its heart with her understated and quiet performance culminating in her poignant and moving song about Alzheimer's, "The Waters Rise," which visibly moved the audience. Second-billed Georgia Engel, though clearly the audience favorite, rather underwhelmed me. Her performance in Gotta Dance was pretty much the same performance she gave in The Drowsy Chaperone, which was pretty much the same performance she gave in The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Yes, she's very funny and has flawless comic timing, but I feel she's one-note, all wide-eyed and squeaky voice. Entertaining, but one-note. I know lots and lots of people will disagree with me on this. Just my opinion. The reviews were very mixed, but almost everyone felt it had potential. I agree. The show overall needs to deepen to make it involving. Right now, it's a breezy, uncomplicated show, a solid "B" musical, enjoyable, but not one that will survive the harsh economic reality that is Broadway today without some serious revisions. It's scheduled to open on Broadway in Spring, 2017. I wish it well. – at the Bank of America Theatre, Chicago

BLUE MAN GROUP – Briar Street Theatre, Chicago





June, 2016. Free tickets to paper the house on a slow Monday night. Blue Man Group, an international performance art sensation, opened at the Briar Street Theatre way back in 1997 and it's been chugging along there ever since. (Good for the theatre itself, but, in a way, bad for the theatre community since it takes a lovely space out of commission for plays, musicals, and concerts, i.e. what was done at Briar Street before the Blue Men set up residence.) This was my second visit to the show; the first being shortly after it opened, when it was a hot ticket. And, frankly, I was lukewarm towards it. My reaction towards it this time was much more positive. It seemed fresher, more energetic, but it's still a bit of a mixed bag. The guys in blue themselves were excellent and did more with just their eyes and facial expressions than many actors can do with dialogue. Often side-splittingly funny, and visually and technically stunning, it also has some really dead spots. The opening sequence, before the Blue Men even enter, goes on for too long. Ditto a segment onstage with an audience member. Same goes for a "backstage" bit where an audience member supposedly does a painting by slamming his body against the canvas. It clocks in at about 100 minutes, perhaps shorter, but could be easily trimmed by ten minutes. I enjoyed it, but was glad when it was over. Curiously, even though the house was maybe 50% full, tops, the ushers didn't move everyone closer to the stage. I'm good for another 10-15 years before I see it again. And it will probably still be at the Briar Street. – at the Briar Street Theatre, Chicago

CAROUSEL – Lyric Opera House, Chicago




April, 2015. Preview performance. Many consider Carousel to be Rodgers and Hammerstein's finest work. I'm not among them. Never have been. No quibbles about the score. It's pretty much flat out gorgeous, though the most famous song, "You'll Never Walk Alone," reeks of gooey sentimentality and "June Is Bustin' Out All Over" makes me want to slap people. Ironically, both songs are sung by the character of Nettie Fowler, the Aunt Eller of this piece, but without the spunk and sass. As sung in a wooden, lifeless, lyrically-mumbled performance by opera diva Denyce Graves, these were almost intolerable to sit through. No, my dislike of the show stems from the plot. Sorry, I just can't get behind a show that says it's okay to smack someone around as long as you love them. (Yes, I know I just typed that "June Is Bustin' Out All Over" makes me want to slap people, but I'm a complicated man. I wouldn't really slap them. The song just makes me want to slap them.) The reason I went to see Carousel, as produced by the Lyric Opera of Chicago, was for its stars, Laura Osnes and Steven Pasquale. More on them in a bit. For whatever reason, director/choreographer Rob Ashford reset the show, which originally takes place in 1873 Maine, to the 1930s. This just doesn’t work. It makes the entire show seem off. The rhythms of the show, the characterizations, the very essence of the show doesn't speak to depression-era New England. The scenic design wasn't very Maine-ish, either, and the costumes, while era appropriate, were lackluster. The Lyric Opera House is vaunted for its acoustics, so the amplification system muddied the sound and worked against the singers. But all could have been forgiven, even Ms. Graves' performance, had the cast simply been better. Laura Osnes' Julie Jordan actually was quite lovely and showed a nice amount of spine, and she sang the crap out of her songs. Steven Pasquale's Billy Bigelow, however, and bewilderingly since Bob and I thought he was sexy and sensational in The Bridges of Madison County, was a pouty, dull, and not very charismatic antihero. The high point of the show should be his "Soliloquy," but Pasquale just didn't put it across. It was sung with the right notes, but without a lot of fire and passion, and was very oddly staged where the set actually seemed to be the focal point and not the performer. No excuse, Mr. Ashford! Because of the imbalance of the two leads, the acting honors fell to supporting players Jenn Gambatese, as a fiery and delightful Carrie Pipperidge, and Matthew Hydzik, as a stalwart and prim Enoch Snow. For me, though, the absolute high point of the show was Charlotte d'Amboise's sizzling, sexually-potent dance in the dream ballet which gave us a tantalizing tease of what the show could have been and reaffirmed my belief that d'Amboise is possibly the theatre's finest dancer, full stop. For the record, veteran actor Tony Roberts played the Starkeeper and Dr. Seldon. Well, it was a paycheck. Admittedly, I was predisposed to have a tepid response to the show, but I just didn't understand the raves many of the Chicago critics gave it. Was the performance on opening night that different from the preview performance we attended? – at the Lyric Opera House, Chicago

More later. Stay cool. 
© 2016 Jeffrey Geddes

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

WALKING IN A WEST END WONDERLAND - PART 6

WALKING IN A WEST END WONDERLAND
PART 6

Bob and I took a quick trip to London late last month.  Spring is a lovely time to visit London: the weather is usually agreeable, the summer crowds have yet to come, and great theatre is on display. Here are five shows from earlier trips to this fabulous city.

Let's have a cuppa and begin.


VIRGINIA – Theatre Royal, Haymarket, London

The actual program was inserted in this folder-like cover. Quite classy.



February, 1981.  The origins of the Theatre Royal, Haymarket date back to 1720, making it the third oldest London playhouse still in operation. It's been at its current location since 1821, which by any standards makes it an old theatre. And sitting in the very high and very steep Gallery, one almost felt as though one were back in 1821. If memory serves, the seating up in the cheap seats (a mere two pounds!) was of the bench variety, hard and pretty uncomfortable. But, one willingly sacrifices comfort in order to witness the legend known as Maggie Smith, now Dame Maggie Smith. And so it was with Virginia, Edna O'Brien's play about Virginia and, to a small degree, Leonard Woolf, and Virginia's lover, poet and novelist Vita Sackville-West. Virginia Woolf was a complicated woman, and for me, came most vividly alive in her diaries. Maggie Smith was interesting as Virginia Woolf, but there was more than a whiff of academia and research about the whole thing. I remember the play being very talky, a bit pedantic, and, yes, I'll say it, a bit dull. The three actors onstage weren't dull, but I didn't get a sense of who they were. It was as though Ms. O'Brien was afraid to make her characters human, with the human foibles that make them interesting. I wasn't bored, though. It just wasn't as good as I had hoped. – at the Theatre Royal, Haymarket, London

EPITAPH FOR GEORGE DILLON – Comedy Theatre, London





Mr. Fiennes looks especially hot here.

October, 2005.  There are three things you should know about Joseph Fiennes: 1) He's tall. Not extraordinarily tall, but tall enough to tower over the rest of his cast. 2) He's very handsome. As in very. 3) He's one talented dude. The last two are important because Mr. Osborne's and Mr. Creighton's play sometimes didn't seem to go anywhere and Mr. Fiennes' grand good looks and his abundance of talent kept one from getting restless. This was written before Look Back in Anger, but was produced a year after Anger. It's a 50s British kitchen-sink drama, sometimes compelling, sometimes not and with an undercurrent of sleazy opportunism and fluid morals. Tidily directed and designed, it featured solid, competent British ensemble acting, with standout performances by Anne Reid (Last Tango in Halifax), Geoffrey Hutchings and Francesca Annis.  But it was Joseph Fiennes the audience came to see and he did not disappoint. Charming, charismatic and amoral, he made for a compelling anti-hero. – at the Comedy Theatre, London
Six Degrees of Separation Moment: In May, 2015, we saw our friend, Rob, in the world premiere of a new play called As Good a Time As Any, at a small theatre in Notting Hill. Prior to the performance we had lunch at a terrific Italian place a few steps from the theatre. We were the only patrons there except for an elderly man who also was enjoying his lunch. After the play, we saw the same elderly man in the lobby and Rob introduced him to us. He smiled and said, "Oh, yes, I remember you both. You were at the restaurant earlier." He was the play's author, Peter Gill, a well-known playwright and director, who was, and here's the six degrees moment, the director for George Dillon. Cue "Small World" underscoring.

JOURNEY'S END – New Ambassadors Theatre, London




October, 2005.  Haunting. Devastating. The horrors and anguish of war were brought vividly to life in this stunning return engagement of a hugely successful revival of R.C. Sherriff's 1928 anti-war drama. Taking place over four days in March, 1918, during the First World War, the action of the piece takes place in a dreary, yet, strangely, somewhat homey British bunker in the trenches in NE France. Staging-wise, it wasn't flashy, but director David Grindley, recreated for this cast by Tim Roseman, gave the production an immediacy that put the audience side-by-side with the soldiers in the bunker. The New Ambassadors (it has since reverted back to its original name, the Ambassadors Theatre) is a very intimate theatre, even by London standards. This gave the superbly-designed and lit production a claustrophobic feel, similar to what, I'm sure. soldiers in the actual trenches felt. The interplay between the soldiers and officers, the distinction and behavior of different social classes, even in war, the stiff-upper-lippedness of many of the men were poignant as the men tried to carry on as best they could. Even in war, tea will be served. We in the audience got to know these very human characters and we grew to care about them, so when the final mortar hit the bunker and the cacophony of shelling continued after the final blackout, we, as a whole, were rattled and unsettled. And then the lights came dimly up and our cast stood in a line. Complete silence. And then the men took off their helmets, indicating to us it was safe to applaud. And applaud we did! I still get chills thinking about this play.  – at the New Ambassadors Theatre, London

GUYS AND DOLLS – Piccadilly Theatre, London





October, 2005. We stood on the cancellation line for this and were rewarded with terrific seats in the Stalls. Well, look at those four above-the-title actors. You'd stand on line, too! Jane Krakowski, while very funny, was, strangely, not as good an Adelaide as I had hoped. It wasn't bad performance by any means, but it lacked…something.  Ewan McGregor was not only stunningly handsome in person, but also sang well, oozed charm and gave a solid performance. Jenna Russell was a treat for the ears and a sassy Sarah Brown, which I liked…a lot. Gave a blast of life into a part that can be a bit drab. Douglas Hodge was a quietly scene-stealing Nathan. West End veteran Martyn Ellis as Nicely Nicely Johnson gave a standout rendition of "Sit Down, You're Rockin' the Boat," and marked the first time I actually liked  the song. (I know I am in the minority, but that song has always annoyed me for some reason.) A transfer from the acclaimed Donmar Warehouse, this was nicely designed, with solid direction by Michael Grandage and crisp choreography by Tony Award-winner Rob Ashford. I know it’s a classic and all, but Guys and Dolls has never been a favorite. It still isn't, but this was delightful and fun. Very glad we saw it. – at the Piccadilly Theatre, London.


ABSOLUTE HELL – Lyttelton Theatre, London


August, 1995. Picture The Hot L Baltimore  with British accents and in a seedy, run-down pub instead of a seedy, run-down hotel lobby and you have the basic thrust of Absolute Hell, only more interesting than The Hot L Baltimore, which I find deadly dull, because, well, pretty much anything is more interesting with a British accent. Set right after the end of World War II in a disreputable West End club called La Vie en Rose (Piaf would probably have approved!), nothing much happens during the three-hour play. Oh, people talk…and talk and talk…and old grievances are aired, sexual liaisons, both hetero and homosexual, are arranged, and much alcohol is consumed, but it's more slice-of-life than anything else. I found it interesting at times, dull at others, and I found my attention wandering occasionally throughout the evening. The large cast was competent and did their jobs, but even star Judi Dench couldn't quite hold it together. But, like I indicated with Maggie Smith, one simply does not forgo an opportunity to see a living legend at work. And Dame Judi definitely qualifies as one. She commanded the stage and made a memorable character as the proprietress of the club, but the unevenness of the script couldn't be overcome. I went with friends, both established London actors, and they admired the play more than they liked it. I think that's an accurate appraisal of it. – at the Lyttelton Theatre, London.
Sidebar: Although quite prolific, playwright and screenwriter Rodney Ackland, despite the success of Absolute Hell, remains little more than a footnote in the annuls of British drama. Never a critics' darling, his work was criticized for being too realistic, and when the original version of Absolute Hell, entitled, rather cheekily,The Pink Room, opened in 1952, it was critically panned. Reviewers  found him "vile and witless," with the play populated with so-called degenerates, as defined by 1950s mores. Critic Rhonda Koenig, in her review of Absolute Hell in London's The Independent, suggests that Ackland's work was rejected because people found his realism unpalatable in the naïve and hypocritical 50s. Ironic considering John Osborne would burst onto the scene in 1956 and herald in kitchen-sink realism in the theatre and be praised for it. While homosexuality was vaguely portrayed in the 1952 original, with the abolition of censorship, Ackland revisited his script and made the homosexuality more explicit. A 1991 BBC version of the play, also starring Judi Dench, can be viewed on YouTube.


That wraps things up for today. More later.

© 2016 Jeffrey Geddes

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