Peter Pan Goes Wrong

Those who saw the hilarious The Play That Goes Wrong will know the formula.  Peter Pan Goes Wrong is the next iteration from Mischief Productions.  The last version deservedly won a Tony Award for Best Set Design of a Play.  This one riotously ups the ante.  I cannot say the ship is smooth sailing or the flight over London goes well.  But that’s where the fun is.  And there is a lot of fun to be had.

The children are in a bunk bed.  Things go wrong.  Actors are on wires.  Things go wrong.  The deadly but cheaply costumed crocodile is not so scary.  A “six shooter” is employed against the cast from Six across the street.  The Peter Pan story will be told but that’s really not the point.  Silly fun is the goal and it is achieved.

So many shows on Broadway in this and recent seasons are laser focused on gay (and trans and nonbinary) themes.  Peter Pan Goes Wrong makes it even more obvious (and effective) than those.  In order to move the plot along the audience will be cajoled into chanting “I believe in fairies”.  There is theatrical joy from start to finish.

Neil Patrick Harris joined the cast this month in the role of Francis, essentially the narrator.  He fits right in with bad entrances and assorted pratfalls.  Everyone gets a moment to shine.  Jonathan Sayer is the actor who doesn’t know his lines and wears headphones to be prompted.  The gag is funny for sure.  In the second act, he has a unforgettable monologue that is brilliantly rendered.

The set design (Simon Scullion) is, once again, superb.  You might anticipate things going wrong.  They do.  Adam Meggido’s direction is precise choreography making all of the hijinks seem spontaneous.  It is frankly a miracle that no one gets hurt during these (literally) whirlwind performances.

The cast is pitch perfect across the board.  Chris Bean is amusing in both the father and Captain Hook roles.  Nancy Zamit offers a buffoonish rendition of Tinkerbell.  This show is smile inducing, geared for the young and the young-at-heart.  The voluminous details make this play so enjoyable.  Laughs are in abundance.

Peter Pan Goes Wrong is a glorious mess.  Isn’t is nice that Broadway has two gleefully humorous offerings right now.  If you like plays, see this one.  If you prefer musicals go see Shucked.  Either choice is guaranteed to gladden your mood.  Seeing both will lift your spirits far above the world which so disappoints us on a daily basis.

Peter Pan Goes Wrong is running at the Ethel Barrymore Theater on Broadway through July 9, 2023.

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A Doll’s House

The oppression many women feel under the laws and moral codes written by men is newsworthy today.  Last year’s reversal of Roe v. Wade is an obvious and contentious current example.  Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen wrote A Doll’s House in 1879 inspired by a friend’s marriage.  The play radically challenged the notion of traditional gender roles in that era.

Amy Herzog (4000 Miles, Belleville) has adapted the original with modern, clear cut language.  A sharp scalpel gets to the meat of the story and the tumult is laid bare.  Nora has her demons and disappointments.  She never leaves the stage and we cannot look away.

Her husband Torvald sees her as a pretty songbird and mother of their three children.  Nora, however, is far cleverer than that.  Relationships strengthen her day-to-day emptiness.  She subjects herself to society’s norms but the evidence of that struggle is readily apparent.  The date “1879” is flashed on the back wall to remind us that this is a period piece.  A modernistic approach written by a woman with a minimalistic staging impressively conveys the essential and timeless themes.

Director Jamie Lloyd has interpreted this analysis with a starkness that makes the stage seem a very lonely place.  There are no sets and no props except for chairs.  The vastness is effectively juxtaposed against Nora’s staggering emotional claustrophobia.  (The lighting descending and ascending seemed an unnecessary distraction to me.)

Academy Award winner Jessica Chastain (The Heiress) is a brilliant Nora, tearfully surviving life yet evidencing a backbone.  Arian Moayed (The Humans) is a revelatory Torvald, not a caricature of a cold man in a cold country.  We believe he loves his wife.  The conventions of the day and a superior morality, however, trump that love.

The terminally ill family friend Dr. Rank is a frequent visitor to their home.  His devotion to Nora is palpable.  The scene between the two of them is one of the true highlights in a production filled with beautiful realized and often heartbreaking moments.  Michael Patrick Thornton’s performance is exceptional.

Okieriete Onaodowan (Hamilton) plays Nils Krogstad, Torvald’s co-worker at the bank and a troublesome villain harboring Nora’s secret.  The shades of meaning given to this character make him an ultimately sympathetic figure.  That is one of the remarkable aspects of this A Doll’s House.  There is sympathy to spare in a world defined by unachievable perfection.

Fifteen minutes before the play begins, Ms. Chastain sits in a plain chair on a revolving turntable.  The audience is assembling.  Her inner angst is contained but notably simmering under the surface.  Other actors join her on their own chairs as the minutes tick by.  A foreboding tension sets the mood for what is to follow.

A Doll’s House has a famous ending which was shocking in its time.  Nora and Torvald eventually arrive at the end of their emotional journey.  Can the modern styling of this interpretation somehow allow for a memorable finale?  The answer to that question is an ecstatic yes.  Gasps are the deserved audience response.  This production is a riveting and deep examination of women and societal norms.  Two additional female characters make sure we hear and sympathize with them as well.

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Shucked

In Cob County “we love Jesus but we drink a little”.  Shucked plants its corn firmly and relentlessly.  The result is more laugh out loud jokes per hour than perhaps any musical I have ever seen.  Robert Horn (Tootsie) has slathered Broadway with lip smacking butter.  Escapist entertainment is very rarely this delicious.

Superstar country music songwriters Brandy Clark and Shane McNally have written terrific character driven songs.  The music and lyrics match the tone of the book, are exceedingly tuneful and refreshingly different than other shows currently running.  This musical comedy is confidently oddball.  Jack O’Brien’s direction encases the show in a relaxed professionalism in which every line, song and character are given a brilliant chance to shine.

Why is the corn dying in Cob County?  The overtly dumb and happy locals do not know.  This community is surrounded by cornfields.  No one alive has seen the outside world.  They don’t feel any reason to do so.  Small town gal Maizy heeds the call to find a solution.  An outsider will enter this insular world.  Cue the shenanigans.

A perfectly cast show reaps a bumper crop of pleasures.  The seven principals all have spotlight moments.  Two storytellers (Ashley D. Kelley and Grey Henson) energetically set the tone and narrate the action.  Maizy (Caroline Innerbichler) and Beau (Andrew Durand) are the town’s popular sweethearts.  Beau’s brother Peanut (Kevin Cahoon) is an agreeable idiot.  What comes out of his mouth is imbecilic and gut busting hilarity.

Maizy’s best friend is Lulu (Alex Newell), an experienced gal in the matters of men.  “Independently Owned” is her perfectly performed show stopper.  Lastly, John Behlmann is the unctuous conman Gordy.  All of these performances are lovingly portrayed caricatures.  Each actor nails their well written and developed characters so the whole is significantly greater than the sum of very excellent parts.

Is there more to love?  Yes.  Sarah O’Gleby adds inventive choreography.  All of the creative designers unify the rural theme.  Every facet makes sense and the rustic nature of the setting adds to the merriment.  The sensibility fully supports the story being told.  All the elements in Shucked are impressively balanced.  That these elements are all truly excellent makes this one a must see.  Ebullient and phenomenally corny, Shucked is “farm to fable” at is zenith.

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Some Like It Hot

The classic Billy Wilder 1959 movie is generally considered one of the greatest films ever made.  Some Like It Hot was also groundbreaking in its time for featuring gender ambiguity.  The movie was released without approval from the Hays Code due to its content.  The Code disappeared in the mid- 1960s in part due to this movie’s huge success.

A Broadway environment where gender acceptance is a major theme in nearly every musical makes revisiting this material timely.  The pedigree of the creative team ensures success.  Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman (Hairspray) wrote the tunes.  Matthew López (The Inheritance) and comedienne Amber Ruffin penned the book.  Casey Nicholaw (The Drowsy Chaperone, Aladdin, The Book of Mormon, Something Rotten!) directed and choreographed.  That is a enormous pile of hits.

This adaptation is built to be a big showy Broadway musical comedy filled with eye filling dance numbers, costumes and sets.  There are numerous pleasures to be savored.  The production falls short of greatness probably because it is oddly less edgy than the original.  Some lines do hit the mark:  “we sat alone just fingering our scales”.

Joe/Josephine and Jerry/Daphne are confidently played by the reliably hilarious Christian Borle and  a wonderfully transformational J. Harrison Ghee.  Their early tap duet “You Can’t Have Me (If You Don’t Have Him)” is a winner, establishing the tone of what will follow.  You likely already know they have to escape the gangsters.  They skip town crossdressing as women before joining a traveling all-girl band.

Raena White is a boisterous Sweet Sue who attempts to keep her girls in line.  Kevin Del Aguila undeniably steals the show as Osgood, the wealthy Mexican bachelor who woos Daphne.  Everything he does is quirky and magnetic.  All the villains are cartoonishly mean, fun and ridiculous hams.

The all-girl band is a mixed bag.  Two veterans (Angie Schworer and Jenny Hill) outshine the younger chorines by an incredibly obvious amount.  They look gorgeous and are beamingly alive on stage.  The others, in comparison, are distant and flat which deflates some of the group numbers.  Just watch the “old” ladies.  They are awesome throughout.

Adrianna Hicks (Six) has the unenviable task of inhabiting Sugar, one of Marilyn Monroe’s iconic roles.  Her voice is very nice and she exudes chemistry with Mr. Borle during the yacht scene.  The overall characterization is pretty ingenue rather than oft jilted, slightly damaged goods.  Waving a flask around doesn’t hide the disappointing tameness.

A Casey Nicholaw show always contains in-your-face entertainment and immense production numbers.  You can count on that here.  “Tip Tap Trouble” near the end of Act II is justifiably a show stopper.  You cannot possibly watch it without smiling.

Some Like It Hot balances messaging with entertaining well.  The world has progressed immensely since 1959 and, despite some pathetically self-righteous conservative prudes, most people support the idea that people should be their authentic selves.  I assume the classic ending line from the film was eliminated as a result of changing times.  I missed hearing it but, after all, nobody’s perfect.

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Describe the Night (Steppenwolf Theatre, Chicago)

Very rarely do I attend theater and become agonizingly bored.  Rajiv Joseph’s play Describe the Night is one such example.  I could not recommend this to anyone.

Visiting Chicago, this seemed a sure bet.  The play won an Obie Award as Best New American Play in 2018.  I saw Mr. Joseph’s excellent Bengal Tigers at the Baghdad Zoo on Broadway.  That play was a Pulitzer Prize finalist for drama.  The reliable Steppenwolf Theatre Company was presenting the Chicago premiere.  None of that matters.  The suffering was real.

Describe the Night is a serious and ambitious work.  Tom Stoppard comes to mind with its huge scope, intellectual ambitions and dark comedic moments.  The subject matter is certainly interesting and timely.  The play spans the twentieth century from 1920 through 2010.  The plot is intentionally convoluted and aggressively overstuffed with ridiculous moments possibly meant to scream “clever”.  Maybe that’s too harsh but the shit is piled on thick.

Isaac Babel is a famous writer and one of the non-fictional people in this play.  Truth telling is frowned upon  in his native Russia.  He worked for a wire service in the 1920s and covered Russia’s invasion of Poland.  His writings lead to trouble.  This play is about many things including the persecution of dissidents who are dangerous to the state and what happens to them and their works.

Babel was accused of being a Trotskyite and a French spy.  (At one point his wife leaves him for Paris, one of a thousand subplots.)  He was executed and much of his output destroyed.  A journal did survive and winds up with a modern day Russian reporter and a car rental agent.

Along the way there are scenes containing Stalin’s purges in the 1930s, the fall of the Berlin Wall and the 2010 crash of an aircraft over Russia carrying Polish government officials.  Interspersed are comedic elements and relationship issues.

During one scene a soup is served by a caricature of an old lady.  Qureshi is enjoyed by taking out leeches from the bowl and attaching them to your fingers.  After they are engorged you place them back into the broth and eat.  That soup also sucks (couldn’t resist, sorry).

There are plenty of obvious nods to what is happening in the news right now.  Russian invasions.  Demonizing journalists.  Suppressing truths.  Targeting unhelpful narratives.  Banning books.  The subject matter was not the issue for me.  The aching dullness of having to endure a confusing and plodding marathon became my oppressor.  Unlike Babel I was free to leave.  At least that remains true, for now.

Describe the Night is running through  April 9, 2023.

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I Promised Myself to Live Faster (Hell in a Handbag, Chicago)

If you are in the mood to travel the universe, dahlinks, then head (pun intended) to Chicago.  Hell in a Handbag Productions is presenting I Promised Myself to Live Faster.  This absurdist science fiction romp is an absolute blast.

Tim is a gay earthling who enters a public restroom.  The “portal” becomes his wormhole to outer space.  There is an universal battle in process for the Holy Gay Flame.  Good is represented by three nuns who are dedicated to the birthing of homosexuals.  An evil bishop from the straight (?!?!) planet Argoshaunia also enlists Tim to capture the flame.  If extinguished it will spell the end of homosexuals everywhere.  Egads!

The Chopin Downstairs Theatre is transformed into an ethereal place where marvels await.  Take a seat and soak in the environment.  This ride is hilarious, bizarre and bursting with color.  This Promise is effusively gay, sweetly warmhearted, smartly wink-wink and very, very entertaining.

Let’s start with the nuns because they are trying to keep homosexuals in the universe.  (We should not expect this piece to be mounted in Florida or Tennessee or other parochially oppressive galaxies anytime soon.)  Each of the three nuns are holy unique and brilliantly portrayed characterizations.  The homage to Magenta from Rocky Horror is spot on.  They must convince Tim to capture the flame but more important are their wisecracks.

Company Artistic Director David Cerda is the Bishop intent on wiping out all flamboyance.  One glance at his codpiece and you know thou doth protest too much.  Every single person in this ensemble is memorable even when they are simply representing the transportation vehicle moving the action to the next locale.  Director JD Caudill orchestrates this allegory with an abundance of fascinating details.  The performances are serious rather than just campy which elevates the storytelling and lunacy.

The role of Tim, however, is the critical glue required to keep this phantasmagorical excess on the straight and narrow, so to speak.  Robert Williams is absolutely perfect.  He is fully committed in his quest(s) for the flame.  His heroic portrait is stunningly effective, touchingly vulnerable and startingly believable.

Fans of Star Wars fondly remember Mos Eisley, the retched hive of scum and villainy.  That cantina was populated with aliens of all kinds from many planets.  Promise contains an intergalactic scene of otherworldly beings as well.  This one is equally if not more notorious.  No spoilers here; the visual spectacle is enthralling.

The entire creative team which assembled this giddy feast is to be commended for highly conceptual artistry on what was likely a modest budget.  Special kudos to Costume Designers Beth Laske-Miller and Rachel Sypniewski for the priceless array of sci-fi realness and ratchet drag.  The puppetry designs by Lolly Extract and Jabberwocky Marionettes are alone worth the ticket price.

I Promise Myself to Live Faster orbits on many levels.  Comedic silliness.  Individual self-discovery.  Abounding inventiveness.  Societal commentary.  Category is:  Tens Across the Board.  I laughed merrily throughout.

Hell In a Handbag’s production of I Promised Myself to Live Faster is running through April 30, 2023.  The show was created by the Pig Iron Theatre Company in 2015.

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Godspell (Art4, South Bend, Indiana)

I have a long relationship with this show and, in my mind, its memorable tunes.  Back in the days when I harbored some religious beliefs, Godspell was performed quite often.  I’ve seen friends perform in it on stages and on altars.  I saw the frenetic and misguided Broadway revival in 2011.  The 2020 production at the Berkshire Theatre was the first post-Covid equity musical in America.  It made national news and was my first post-Covid show as well.

With all that baggage unloaded I decided to check out the version presented by Art 4 after having enjoyed their successful The Last Five Years in the fall. There are inevitable comparisons one makes when you see a show you know extremely well.  This experience was similar to attending the Broadway revival of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street last week.

The early productions of Godspell often mimicked the off-Broadway smash hit with the electric fence crucifixion and other trademarks.  Over time things evolved.  The plastic partitions between the performers during Covid was certainly novel (and Actor’s Equity approved).  What I especially appreciated about Director and Choreographer Mark Albin’s vision were some fresh and inventive updates to the material.

The show opens by considering the concept of truth.  Various historical figures wearing identification sashes gather.  Then Judas (Zach Wilkeson) arrives and prepares ye the way of the Lord.  Parable storytelling here was mostly effective with a notably inspired Prodigal Son.  Jesus was portrayed by Laurisa LeSure, a black woman in a nicely modulated performance filled with gentle wisdom and necessary gravitas.  The entire cast was dialed in and entertaining to watch.

Lingo is tossed in frequently by the young cast.  “Go Master, it’s your birthday”.  Trump is referred to as “you crazy comb over man”.  That logically occurred amid the “no man can serve God and money” scene.  Pictionary and Charades are employed in the storytelling.  “Occupy Library” was a funny bit as the show is housed in the South Bend Public Library’s auditorium.

The jokes continued.  When asked “do you know what the seed is?” one guessed “the stimulus package?”  Songs were nicely performed with an especially fine “Bless the Lord”.

For a fifty year old show, there’s quite a bit of seriousness acutely relevant to today’s environment.  Some lines and lyrics land hard.  “They say one thing and do another”.  “Everything they do is for show”.  “This nation, this generation shall bear the guilt of it all”.  Thankfully a solution is proffered:  “Do not be overcome by evil but overcome evil with love”.

At intermission I was considering the changes made to this show over time.  I recalled a play which blew my mind when I saw it in 2013.  Mr. Burns, a Post-Electric Play begins with a group of survivors retelling an episode of The Simpsons after a global catastrophe.  Two subsequent acts present versions passed down and revised in later years.  I won’t be around 75 years from now but Godspell will likely be.  Hopefully creative people will continue to interpret, revise and celebrate this enduring and warm hearted American musical.

Godspell concluded performances on March 26 , 2023.  Art 4’s season will include Spring Awakening in July and The Lightning Thief in November.  I saw the former’s original Broadway cast and the latter’s national tour.  Both should be worth checking out and could benefit from a different point of view.

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Bad Cinderella

Stepmother describes her daughters with the funny line, “One daughter is an imbecile, the other is half as bright”.  If everything in Bad Cinderella were over-the-top silly and ridiculous then this show might be a winner.  That would assume different songs as well.

In Belleville the townspeople brag about their shallowness.  “Beauty is our duty” is the mantra.  The world is colorful and vapid.  In walks Cinderella with her opening number “Bad Cinderella”.  There are a lot of duds and too many ballads sung from center stage in this show.  This tune is one of the flops, not ideal for setting up the lead.

The Cinderella story is well known.  Of course the update here is to make it more inclusive.  Just like practically every other new show.  That being the case, there are far better musicals currently on the boards empowering young women and celebrating gender fluidity (& Juliet).  With today’s ticket prices skyrocketing into the stratosphere, hopefully someone recognizes the grinding repetitiveness of these themes.  Not to mention the business folly of competing for the exact same audience.

Are there pleasures in Bad Cinderella?  Absolutely.  Carolee Carmello’s Stepmother and, especially, Grace McLean’s Queen are a hoot.  Their bitchy duet “I Know You” is a true highlight.  I saw an understudy play Prince Sebastian (Julio Rey) and his characterization was spot on.  The two evil daughters are embodied by Sami Gayle and Morgan Higgins.  They chew the scenery and it looks delicious.

Godmother arrives during the final scene of the first act.  Christina Acosta Robinson gorgeously sings “Beauty Has a Price”.  The staging of this number is visually arresting.  The set contains a turntable which is sometimes wildly overused.  Watch the log circle the action in multiple directions for no meaningful reason in an earlier moment.

Gabriela Tylesova’s costumes are an eyepopping feast of colors.  Nearly everyone is dressed well with the unfortunate exception of the title character.  She’s “bad” so she needs to be different.  Here her look is an odd combination of Hunger Games and Sherwood Forest with little grime.  Think squeaky clean dystopian young adult Disney television and you’ll be close.  Her ballroom gown is from an entirely different show than the rest of the cast.

The male chorus is amusingly and accurately labeled “The Hunks”.  They sing with the Queen about being a “Man’s Man”.  It’s campy and fun.  In act two when the real man’s man arrives, the show briefly shines with gleeful lunacy.  Cameron Loyal, oddly classified as ensemble, was a terrific and welcome jolt of self-aggrandizing energy.

For a musical to be good, the music needs to be.  Borrowing a little bit of a Marie melody from Sunday in the Park With George isn’t enough.  (Listen for it in Act II.)  Andrew Lloyd Weber’s fans will recognize his style in Prince Sebastian’s memorable “Only You, Lonely You”.  But the oft boring songs slow the story down.  More zaniness would be welcome for this comedy.

I had a good time watching Bad Cinderella.  “You’re a charisma vacuum” is a line worth stealing.  I hoped leading lady Linedy Genao would have commanded the stage as is required.  The role is a tad generic despite being labelled bad so the circus surrounding her gets all the attention.  This musical can be recommended for fans of Grace McLean who is most definitely a Queen.

Bad Cinderella is running at the Imperial Theatre.

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Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2023)

A descent into madness, mayhem and mischief in yet another revival of Hugh Wheeler and Stephen Sondheim’s brilliantly macabre musical.  I have seen many versions of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street both on and off Broadway (and the film too).  The element of surprise is long gone for me despite its still effective horror.  The book, score and lyrics, however, remain stunning.

This production is definitely not my favorite staging but there are numerous highs to savor.  Josh Groban and Annaleigh Ashford play the title character and Mrs. Lovett, that clever baker of meat pies.  Mr. Groban’s Sweeney is perhaps the most introspective I have seen.  Controlled anger in combination with an always burning lit fuse makes this a nicely uneasy characterization.  Of course he sings beautifully if not quite as chill inducing as others.

Romantic entanglement between the central characters have always been part of the storytelling.  This duo dials up the heat establishing sex as a major driver bonding them together in a relationship of convenience.  This Mrs. Lovett is overtly satisfying her carnal desires.

Ms. Ashford is a goofy yet calculating Mrs. Lovett.  This comedienne actress lands all of her jokes and makes her trademark faces which lighten the mood.  This revival clearly elevates the musical comedy elements.  When Mrs. Lovett pauses for a moment to consider the nightmare she has immersed herself into, however, the terror expressed is intense.  A scene where she observes the action sitting on a staircase underscores the impending dread.

How do two people make “A Little Priest” feel fresh and funny?  These fine performers ham it up nicely.  The evening I attended Ms. Ashford took a tumble off the table.  The fall, subsequent tumbling and hijinks had the two of them laughing and attempting to stay in character.  The audience was in stitches and the bit seemed cleverly executed.  A week or so later I saw her on Seth Meyers’ late show where she mentioned this unplanned mishap.  The “mistake” was hugely memorable and reminds us of the joys of live theater.

Other accolades must be given to a pitch perfect Johanna (Maria Bilbao) and her suitor Anthony (Jordan Fisher).  Their chemistry was excellent.  I saw understudy Felix Torrez-Ponce play a very fine Tobias.  Nicholas Christopher’s Pirelli was the best one I have ever seen.  Judge Turpin’s “Mea Culpa” has been cut and not missed.

So what’s holding this version from being superb?  Ruthie Ann Miles’ Beggar Woman is bizarrely aggressive in an unique but oddly maniacal portrait.  The tale fails to deliver on its melancholy as a result.

Sweeney Todd is being presented with its original full orchestra for the first time since the original.  I sat in Orchestra Row H and had to strain to hear the music and often the lyrics.  Hopefully the sound design was fixed by the end of previews.

The set is big, dark and looming.  It is also annoying.  The upper area which functions both as a bridge and the barbershop has poles.  When Sweeney is giving a close shave, he and his victim should not be blocked from view.  Why Mrs. Lovett’s lowly pie shop transforms so unbelievably for Act II is anyone’s guess.

Steven Hoggett’s choreography is recognizable.  “The Ballad of Sweeney Todd” was particularly interesting.  There are other moments where bodies move around which are distractions.  The talented Thomas Kail directed.  There was an obvious effort made to return Sweeney back to a grand large scale Broadway vehicle.  Some storytelling got lost in the tinkering and a flatness in overall tone is evident.

In the final song, composer Stephen Sondheim asks us whether we “gave a nod” to this killer.  What I loved about this version were the last seconds of the show.  The fate of evil is abundantly clear.  An imperfect Sweeney is still enjoyable as a theatrical masterpiece within the Broadway canon.  There are far worse pies currently on stage right now.

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Bob Fosse’s Dancin’

Wayne Cilento has directed and staged a first ever revival of Bob Fosse’s Dancin’.  He was Tony nominated for his performance in the 1978 production.  This version is a visual feast with faithfully recreated choreography and new material.  Take your seat, open your eyes and drink it all in.  Dancin’ is athletic, seductive and bursts with color.  Mr. Cilento definitely accomplishes his mission of celebrating the legend and deservedly adding his name to the title.

Mr. Fosse mounted this musical to showcase dance on Broadway.  He noted at the time that A Chorus Line, a classic about dancers, contained very little dancing.  They frequently stand and sing about the craft.  His all-dancing spectacle was a big hit.  Certain famous numbers were recreated for the career retrospective Fosse in 1999.  That show was mounted by one of his muses, Ann Reinking (also a Tony nominee from the original Dancin’).

I saw Fosse which was satisfying like a good smorgasbord with lots of tasty bits.  This presentation, however, is far more sumptuous.  An ecstatic celebration of dance.  An opportunity to witness extremely talented individuals excelling in their art.  I was mesmerized throughout.

Changes have been made such as the addition of scenes and numbers from Fosse’s infamous 1986 flop Big Deal.  Despite being a financial failure he won a Tony for his choreography.  This turned out to be his last work as he died the following year.  For theater buffs here is a golden opportunity to see a tiny piece of history.  And Mr. Cilento was in that show so authenticity is an added bonus.

There are some vague attempts to have the dancers tell us snippets of Fosse thought but thankfully they are kept to a minimum.  We are here to worship the dance and that we will do.  The ensemble in this musical are vividly alive no matter whether they are front and center or in the back row.  Mr. Cilento has to be given credit for this abundance of professionalism.

Difficulties arise in picking out favorites so I will mostly avoid the task.  “Sing, Sing, Sing” is as fantastic as you would hope.  Kolton Krouse’s trumpet solo is awesome.  “Percussion” thrilled, especially the boxing in “Part II”.  Little nods to other Fosse shows were short-lived and fun such as the medieval costumed soldiers in “The Bookstore”.

The costume design by Reid Bartelme and Harriet Jung is one of a slew of creative high points.  The clothing manages to be functional, eye popping, kaleidoscopic, sexy and even muted a dull gray when called for.  David Grill’s exceptional lighting design enhances the action in interestingly varying ways.  Signage including Peep Show and Pussycat evoke a seedier New York which is also part of Broadway history.  The dancing is unquestionably the star but the total production is dazzling.

Famous for being a Razzle Dazzle man, Fosse loved dancing and dancers.  The original Dancin’ was the first Broadway musical where every ensemble member had principal contracts and the related financial rewards.  Let’s hope that is the case once again for this uber talented and diversity inclusive group.  Watching their exquisite movements and Mr. Cilento’s glorious staging is simply a joy.  Fans of dance should pounce.

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