Saint Joan (Manhattan Theatre Club)

George Bernard Shaw wrote Saint Joan in 1923, three years after Pope Benedict XV canonized her.  Considered one of his masterworks, Shaw went on to win the Nobel Prize in literature two years later.  The Manhattan Theater Club has mounted a serious revival for Broadway starring Condola Rashad, a three time Tony nominee for Stick Fly, The Trip to Bountiful and A Doll’s House, Part 2.  I’ve been fortunate to see all of these performances (and also the Pulitzer Prize winning Ruined).  Having read this play in graduate school and never having seen it staged, I was looking forward to watching this always excellent actress bring Joan to life on stage.

Saint Joan is the well known, oft-told story of Joan of Arc, a medieval military figure who helps turn the tide of French losses on the battlefield against the English.  She is following the voices from God in her head which tell her to lead the troops to victory for France and crown the Dauphin as King.  In this interpretation of the play, Joan is neither a madwoman filled with rage nor a demur heroic wallflower.  She is clear-eyed, focused and matter-of-fact. Never for a moment do you believe Ms. Rashad’s Joan has any doubt about her mission.

What makes the play thematically rich is that Shaw wrote characters who are not simply villainous.  They are also pragmatic and calculated.  After her trial she is burned at the stake, largely due to her rising popularity which often follows when common people unite around a successful leader gaining power.  In 1429, the English and the Catholic Church found a way to bond against a common enemy named Joan.  Was she a heretic or were her visions real?  Either way, the church leaders were threatened.  The English, satirically painted as idiots by the Irish Shaw, just wanted her captured and killed.

How one sees this play largely depends on your worldview.  Do you believe in saints and miracles?  Is this a tale of politics and hypocrisy?  Centuries after Joan was sentenced to death by religious leaders, the church changed its mind.  The will of god or a guilty conscience?  This play contains a dream epilogue occurring 25 years after Joan’s death.  I think Saint Joan (the play) might be the grandmother to Tony Kushner’s Angels in America.  Both use fantastical elements to make us think hard about what we believe and why.

Many aspects of this particular production are quite fine but the play rather than the staging is the meat here to devour.  My favorite performance was Jack Davenport’s Earl of Warwick, a manipulative and ruthless man.  Joan is a threat to the system.  A church trial is a means to slander her and make her go away disgraced, rather than as a martyr.  You also have to consider whether or not Joan was sane.  She lived in a world where everyone was out for themselves above all else, trying to preserve the status quo.  Sound familiar?  Saint Joan truly is an excellent play.

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Summer: The Donna Summer Musical

This news will come as no surprise to anyone with even a fleeting knowledge of the undisputed Queen of Disco.  The final song in this show is “Last Dance.”  At that moment, the disco balls drop, the lights start spinning, the audience leaps to its feet and, well, it’s sort of theme park Studio 54.  Thank goodness that time arrives because our Queen needed some adoration in the dully titled Summer:  The Donna Summer Musical.  I mean, come on.  With song titles like “Hot Stuff” and “She Works Hard For the Money,” certainly a tad more creativity could be expected.  How about I Feel Love: The Donna Summer Story?

The title is about as deep as this show gets.  Summer is a biographical journey of a woman who defined an era.  She had a string of Top 40 hits every year from 1975 to 1984 with one twelve month period where she had four Billboard number one singles.  Also on the plus side, she is a fascinatingly complicated person.  Ms. Summer’s life was filled with controversies and conundrums.  Orgasm singing in “Love to Love You Baby” followed by born again Christianity.  Her alleged anti-gay comments during the AIDS crisis which alienated her fans.  All presented here by scratching the surface and quickly moving on.

Everyone I attended this show with liked it immensely if not absolutely loved it.  Sorry, someone left the cake out in the rain.  Long stretches of boredom are not, not, not my imagination.  There are reasons to enjoy parts of this show notably the familiar songs (How could I have forgotten “Heaven Knows”?) There are three actresses portraying Donna, all superb singers.  Storm Lever is Duckling Donna, our young talent in the gospel choir but not immune from evil.  Ariana Debose is Disco Donna and brings life to everything she touches.  However, it is La Chanze as Diva Donna that commands our most rapt attention.  As quasi-narrator, we see Donna Summer through her.  All three have knockout numbers which make this musical at least float and occasionally soar.

Now for more of the disappointing news.  How can Sergio Trujillo’s choreography not be amazing?  I saw Saturday Night Fever too but the oft repeated hand spinning and pointing upward was frankly not enough to encapsulate the disco era.  The set was a distracting mess of literal projection squares moving around.  When Duckling Donna tries on lipstick, the projection shown is a tube of lipstick.  Much of the stage is oddly dark and cavernous.  Except for the costuming (Paul Tazewell), little feels representative of the era.  Enough is definitely enough.  Then it’s time for “Last Dance” and sparkly fun.  I so wish Summer would have turned up the old Victrola so we could dance the night away.

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Mean Girls

Sometimes all the stars align and a show arrives on Broadway perfectly timed.  Mean Girls is one of those shows.  More importantly, this new musical also manages to be highly entertaining.  Adapted by Tina Fey from her own screenplay, there are plenty of laughs.  I have never seen her now cult classic film so I approached this material with few preconceived notions.  I left the theater certain I just saw the third Best Musical Tony nominee this year after The Band’s Visit and SpongeBob SquarePants (with Frozen and Summer yet to follow).

The familiar territory is high school, a cesspool of insecurity and bullying with a thick layer of hormonal angst.  What makes this show top drawer is a cast in which every performance excels.  Rare is the musical where this many different characters have finely executed moments in the spotlight.  That includes the interestingly cast ensemble, many of whom steal our focus now and again to great effect (Collins Conley, you know who you are).  Director and Choreographer Casey Nicholaw keeps the action moving creatively, transitioning scenes from Kenya to classroom to lunchroom to bedroom with the lightness of youth.  Who says you cannot have a person singing and dancing while tossing set pieces off-stage?  Unlike the mean girls’ motto, there are no rules here other than slickly executed Broadway professionalism combined with teenage verve.

The visual projections are also terrific and give the show a witty modern gloss; #finnross #adamyoung, impressive work here.  Social media was not a thing back in the heyday of Mean Girls, the movie.  Ms. Fey has nicely updated the story and made this element important as it would be now.  The music and lyrics are fittingly in the style of “high school musical,” with a few standout songs.  Costume Designer Gregg Barnes outfitted our bad girls memorably.  Special prop awards go to the cafeteria trays.

Now let’s praise the exceptionally well-cast actors.  Taylor Louderman is the “Apex Predator” Regina who seethes venom and sings beautifully.  Her companions are the outstanding Ashley Park (insecure Gretchen) and the simply hilarious, loved every second of her performance Kate Rockwell (the ditzy Karen).  Erika Henningsen is Cady, the new student who tries to fit in, admirably making her story arc believable and central amidst a phalanx of quirky characters.

All of the featured roles are richly played and humorous, notably by Kerry Butler (multiple bullseye characterizations) and Cheech Manohar (one of the “mathletes”).  As our part-time narrators, Greg Henson (Damian, the gay one) and Barrett Wilbert Weed (Janis, the “space dyke”) open the show with “A Cautionary Tale.”  Mean Girls delivers on its title promise but with acerbic wit and bitchy fun without being hideously cruel.

The talented Ms. Fey does not waste her opportunity to say what’s on her mind, aiming her messaging directly at the young women in the audience.  In this #metoo era, women are boldly standing up and fighting for themselves.  Wicked may still be playing a couple blocks away but the pleas for the right kind of girl power are deafeningly louder here.  I sincerely hope they can be heard amidst the enjoyable snarky pink frivolity and bountiful merchandise for sale in the lobby.

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Angels in America

My first encounter with Angels in America: A Gay Fantasia on National Themes, the masterwork by Tony Kushner, was the Signature Theater’s revival in 2010.  I have vivid memories of a hauntingly fragile yet regally tough Michael Urie as Prior Walter and Bill Heck’s completely realized closeted Mormon Joe Pitt.  An off-Broadway production, it was certainly more intimate than I imagine the original productions were.  Currently on Broadway is the big scale revival with Nathan Lane (The Producers, The Front Page) as Roy Cohn  and Andrew Garfield (Death of a Salesman) as Prior Walter.  On second viewing, the play is beyond grand in scope.  It is epic, bold, hilarious, aggressively theatrical, wildly overwritten, audacious, heartbreakingly tender and Shakespearean in scope.  Angels in America is a great play.

In the beginning (intentional religious symbolism inserted here), Prior Walter learns that he has AIDS and with his live in boyfriend they are facing the illness.  The year is 1985.  Thousands are dying of this disease and we are smack dab in the middle of Reagan era conservatism.  A Mormon couple from Salt Lake now live in New York; she is afraid to go outside, he is a closeted homosexual.  The famously evil lawyer Roy Cohn is a major character, dripping with venom.  The playing field of this play is immense and tackles politics, religion, love, intolerance, coping, revenge, sanity, health care, acceptance and forgiveness.

The two parts, Millenium Approaches and Perestroika, require seven and one half hours of commitment.  I did not opt to see both parts in one day but instead saw them in the same week and I was happy with that choice.  I was riveted throughout as was the audience, even through some of kookier, more overwrought sections, notably in Perestroika.  Everyone in the cast is very good.  I particularly loved  Susan Brown.  She played a rabbi, a doctor, a mother, a homeless woman, amongst other roles.  Many characters inhabit multiple roles that this “fantasia” accommodates brilliantly.  James McArdle’s Louis and Nathan Stewart-Jarrett’s Belize were especially fine portrayals.

Whenever I revisit something that has an indelible imprint in memory, there are inevitable comparisons.  In this version, I felt that the Mormom wife Harper, played by Denise Gough (People, Places & Things), was too intensely crazed.  That choice played beautifully in the more fantastical sections but strained credulity (and focus) during the intimate scenes.  The whole production design, directed by Marianne Elliott (War Horse, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time), was not my cup of tea.  There were definitely some terrific effects and scene changes.  A big “thing” (for lack of a better name) hovers over the stage throughout both parts.  When it finally is utilized, it’s a completely ho-hum moment.

Let’s not quibble too much though.  Angels in America is a classic piece of theater, standing the test of time.  It looks back at when we had oppression, intolerance, polarizing politics and religious fervor.  Maybe AIDS has been contained, but isn’t is amazing how far we have not come.  The angels and their humans, as imperfect as they may be, still require our utmost attention.  There is still more great work to be done.

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Children of a Lesser God

Written by Mark Medoff, Children of a Lesser God opened on Broadway in 1980 and won the Tony Award for Best Play and for both of its lead actors, John Rubenstein and Phylis Frelich.  The  play was originally written for Ms. Frelich, a deaf actress, based on her relationship with her husband.  After a successful two year run it was turned into a movie, nominated for five Oscars including Best Picture, with Marlee Matlin winning a Best Actress Oscar.  Not having seen either, the pedigree of this story promised some acting fireworks in this new Broadway revival.

Joshua Jackson (Showtime’s The Affair) is James Leeds, a new teacher at a school for the deaf.  Lauren Ridloff is Sarah Norman, now a janitor at the school, having lived there since she was a young child.  He is idealistic and earnest about opening up the world to deaf people.  She is reluctant to speak or even read lips.  What follows is a complicated relationship about communication and individuality.  The play also includes some contrived subplots involving other students and thematic overload with an older hardened teacher and a do-gooder lawyer.  When the play centers its focus on the core relationship, Children of a Lesser God is at its best.

The scenic design is sharply cool; a blue landscape with orange accents that suggest a memory play travelling through doors of understanding and also doors of separation and isolation.  As the teacher, Mr. Jackson is rarely offstage.  He is our narrator here who simultaneously speaks lines while also signing and interpreting signing.  The performance is grounded, natural and completely real.  Ms. Norman is effectively emoting without speaking yet we still are able to hear her thoughts and try to grasp a deaf and mute life.  Why does she not want to cross the chasm and make connections to the speaking world?

Chemistry between these two central characters is critical here and both actors deliver on that promise.  Intellectually, I enjoyed this play as an opportunity to consider whether a deaf world is oppressed or just different.  Theatrically, I enjoyed watching the acting, particularly the leads, and their approach to delivering this challenging material.  Emotionally, however, I did not really get engaged so by the end, all of this fell a little flat for me.  A very good clinical and analytical study with some great acting roles but not exceptional enough to be considered a top tier play.

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Escape From Margaritaville

Walking into the Marquis Theatre with frozen margarita machines primed for consumption, I knew this jukebox assemblage of Jimmy Buffett songs was headed straight down the runway towards party time.  The shocking revelation was that Escape From Margaritaville made Mamma Mia! look like Shakespeare.  For today’s review, let’s follow Mr.  Buffett’s lead.  “Why don’t we get drunk and screw” with this musical.

First, let’s be positive, briefly.  The men fare far better than the women in this production.  Paul Alexander Nolan (Bright Star, Jesus Christ Superstar) nicely inhabits the part of Tully, the ultrafit beach bum lothario who is the lead singer at Margaritaville, a dive Caribbean resort.  His goofball bartender friend Brick is amusing played by Eric Petersen.  The winner in the performer sweepstakes was Don Sparks as JD, the grey haired party relic who is searching for his lost shaker of salt.  The plot points are that obvious if you know the songs (and not as stupid funny as they could be).  Lastly on the positive side are Michael Utley’s orchestrations.  The music really sounded very good.

Now let’s get to the meat of the matter and try to understand why the cheeseburger was not in paradise.  Three main problems:  awful book, bad choreography and a too bland lead actress.  Alison Luff has a nice voice but meanders through this musical with little stage presence and no real chemistry with Mr. Nolan.  Admittedly things started fine but deteriorated when character development through acting was needed to fill in the blanks of so many one-dimensional people.  Vacationing in the Caribbean, she has copious amounts of sex and then turns into a cardboard ingénue?

Written by television’s Greg Garcia and Mike O’Malley, the book is the major flaw.  Shooting for and missing over-the-top silly, the cornball story arc added serious to stupid.  They’re not just drunken wastes of human existence, they have real hearts!  More than a few comedy lines failed to generate laughs, even amongst the singing Parrothead fans.  The second act is wildly over-plotted with too many songs shoehorned in.

As for Kelly Devine’s choreography, the very few moments of inspired ideas were quickly forgotten as the generic party ensemble executed high school quality maneuvers.  It’s copycat, check the box choreography.  Spinning clouds instead of the spinning cupcakes from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.  The requisite tap number with the shiny outfit costume change (The Book of Mormon, others).  Escape From Margaritaville is not the worst show ever and might even be improved with significant editing.  Director Christopher Ashley (Come From Away) gives this all a professional sheen but it’s slick cruise ship fun at Broadway prices.  Buy a foam shark hat and take pictures with your besties at intermission.

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Lobby Hero (Second Stage)

Off-Broadway’s successful Second Stage is now also on Broadway with a $64 million renovation of the Helen Hayes Theater.  Never before have I seen so many people complain out loud about the seating. “I’m claustrophobic,” one woman behind me said.  Everyone’s shoulders seemed wider than the chairs.  Arm rests probably couldn’t balance an elbow but that’s not really physically possible without contortionist skills and very friendly seatmates.  Picture airline seating and then put more chairs in.  That’s the feeling.  Putting that aside, the Broadway debut for this company is Lobby Hero, a 2001 play by Kenneth Lonergan.

Michael Cera (This is Our Youth) plays Jeff, a 27 year old security guard working the night shift in a residential building in New York City.  This job is an attempt to finally put his life in order.  Against his better judgment, his supervisor William (Bryan Tyree Henry) discusses a personal matter with Jeff.  The only other two characters are Bill (Chris Evans) and Dawn (Bel Powley), the neighborhood police.  Bill is the seasoned vet and Dawn is the rookie, just three months on the job.  Everyone is flawed in this absorbing play.

Lobby Hero is certainly commenting on working class New Yorkers but is much more philosophical than that.  Using comedy, drama and very memorable storytelling, these four individuals express their points of view.  Throughout the play, you may find your opinions about them changing.  The acting is first rate.  In choosing an imperfect cop for his Broadway debut, Chris Evans plays against the squeaky clean Captain America superhero from his films.  He is excellent, fully committed to the menacing spirit which ignites the plot.  Like everyone in this play, his character’s judgment is under the microscope.

As our central character, Michael Cera’s performance captures all the nerdiness and loneliness of this oddball loser who wants to be a winner in life.  Maybe that is true.  Lobby Hero is so good that you cannot be sure of anything.  Bryan Tyree Henry as the boss and family man was perhaps my favorite performance.  A decision he makes frames the moral debate of this play, one that is complicated by real world concerns.  I’ve now seen three of Mr. Lonergan’s plays, including this season’s outstanding Hangmen.  I thought this one should have ended before the last scene but that’s a quibble considering the exquisite shades of gray on display in this outstanding production.

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The Children

Lucy Kirkwood’s play, The Children, arrived on Broadway after an acclaimed run in London with its original cast.  The action takes place in a small cottage isolated near the British coastline.  A retired couple has retreated here after an environmental disaster has left their home uninhabitable.  A woman from their past stops by.  Why?  How are the children, she asks.  We quickly learn that a nuclear power plant has been severely compromised by an earthquake and the resultant tsunami.

In The Children, Ms. Kirkwood gives us plenty to think about.  What are the responsibilities of our decisions as human beings to our planet and future generations?  What is the best way to have lived one’s life?  Does homemade parsnip booze taste terrible but really get you drunk?  Are the cows the couple own behind the exclusion zone ok?  Does exercise and yoga effectively fill one’s time late in life?  These and many more topics swirl around this slow building mystery of a play until we approach the ending and the real reason these three are together on this day.

Since this play is built like a mystery with deepening revelations along the way, there is a lot of space to fill.  Thankfully the three actors here, Francesca Annis (Rose, the visitor), Ron Cook and Deborah Findlay, are all riveting in their portrayal of simplistic, complicated, realistic and conflicted characters.  That seems to come with age and mortality looming.

James McDonald beautifully directed this play; it’s an odd combination of scary, comforting, tragic and hopeful.  I’ve seen two of his previous efforts (Cloud Nine at Atlantic Theater and Cock at the Duke) which were both outstanding productions with creative staging and actors excelling in their roles.  The set design for this play is also memorable.  The cottage is visibly askew at an angle, maybe fifteen degrees.  Everything is off kilter in The Children and the result is not only excellent theater but a pile of themes to ponder well after the curtain comes down.

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Miss Saigon

I am not sure it will ever be possible to stage a production of Miss Saigon that is better than the revival closing on Broadway this week.  Extraordinarily well-directed by Laurence Connor (School of Rock, Les Miserables), this musical was riveting from start to finish.  I remember the original production which I saw in 1993 and liked.  The show still suffers (slightly) from the singing every line overkill typical of Broadway during this period.  But it soars so high from the glorious voices of its cast to the dramatic staging, scenery, lighting and focused commitment to storytelling.

What does extraordinarily well directed even mean?  The musical opens in Dreamland, a Saigon whorehouse in 1975 frequented by American soldiers during the Vietnam War and run by The Engineer (a superb Jon Jon Briones whose 11:00 number, “The American Dream,” surpassed my memory of the original). With a huge ensemble cast, every Marine and Bar Girl on stage has a reason to be there.  You can see and follow lots of individualized stories going on amidst the seedy action and tensions.  This is not a chorus standing around to fill space, these are all actors embodying the scene.  Greatness is usually in the details and this Miss Saigon has them all covered.

Eva Noblezada plays Kim, forced into The Engineer’s service after her family was murdered and meets Chris (Alistair Brammer, excellent), a soldier stationed in Saigon.  An updated version of Puccini’s Madame Butterfly, what follows is a doomed romance of an Asian woman abandoned by her American lover.  Ms. Noblezada was simply astonishing.  The beauty and clarity of her voice in combination with an exceptionally dramatic face fully conveyed the anquish, hope, fear and dreams of Kim.  I loved this production.  Yes, Miss Saigon is melodrama combined with its famous helicopter scene.  But when the blades are rotating and the breezes are literally blowing, it’s Broadway magic.

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Once On This Island

Staged in the near perfectly suited Circle in the Square Theater, Once On This Island is back on Broadway.  Fair disclosures:  I saw the original world premiere Off-Broadway at Playwrights Horizon in 1990 and then attended its opening night on Broadway later that year.  My great childhood friend, Gerry McIntyre, was in the cast.  I know the show, love the show and was looking forward to its new incarnation.

This revival of Lynn Ahrens and Stephen Flaherty’s first Broadway musical (Ragtime, Seussical) was widely praised.  I attended the show with David and Sara who both LOVED it.  To be honest, I am firmly in the LIKED it category.  The setting was fantastic.  A sandy beach, ocean water and the islanders greet us on arrival.  A thunderstorm rolls in and “One Small Girl” is frightened.  As a distraction, the storytellers tell her about Ti Moune (Hailey Kilgore, excellent).  She is a dark skinned islander who falls for Daniel (Isaac Powell), a lighter skinned boy from the wealthier class.  With exceptional music and lyrics, the whole fable is magical.  Special kudos to Kenita R. Miller (Mama Euralie) and Alex Newell (Asaka) who were both terrific and fun to watch.

So why the LIKED it category?  I found the direction and pacing here slightly frenetic, especially in the beginning.  The staging in the round forces the cast to occasionally have their back to you and, as a result, I found the lyrics to get lost (or swallowed by the sound design which was odd given I was centrally seated in the third row).  I was reminded of the 2012 Godspell revival in the same theater in which songs also seemed aggressively “amped up” and lyrics sadly sacrificed.  Once On This Island is a beautiful show and this is a very good version.  I wished I loved it as much as my fellow theatergoers.  Perhaps I am overly familiar with the material?  In this case, I really don’t think so.

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