Grand Hotel (Encores!)

A 1929 novel begat a 1930 Broadway play begat an Oscar winning Best Picture in 1932 starring Greta Garbo.  In 1958, a musical called At The Grand debuted in San Francisco but failed to reach Broadway.  Thirty one years later, a renamed Grand Hotel finally arrived, directed by Tommy Tune with some new songs by Maury Yeston (Nine).  To get there, the writer and original composers were dumped during the out of town tryout in Boston.  Songs were added and cut, the book rearranged and refocused.  Set in 1928 Berlin between the wars and right before the Depression, the musical became a hit, winning five Tonys and running for 1,077 performances.

Encores! produces fairly high quality concert versions of forgotten or slightly flawed works for a week.  This version in particular had a set which harked back to the original with polished staging, nice choreography and impressive costumes.  A real opportunity to revisit and reassess this piece.  My memory of Grand Hotel is that the show was stylish but forgettable and boring.

In 1989, critics were quite mixed to negative in their reviews.  Tommy Tune’s creative imagination was uniformly praised and the show “should satisfy those with a boundless appetite for showmanship untethered to content.”  Others had more fun with headlines such as “Vacancies at the Inn” and “A Few Reservations about Hotel.”  Clive Barnes knocked the “dull” score which had “Tune where its tunes should be.”  The Wall Street Journal used the words superficial, melodramatic and pedestrian, with a story “as empty as the lives of those who inhabit the hotel.”

Viewing Grand Hotel nearly thirty years later, there is no surprise revelation.  There are a few good songs, notably “Love Can’t Happen” and the showstopper, “We’ll Take A Glass Together.”  The book is not good and quite scattered as evidenced by the multiple bellhop phone conversations with his pregnant wife in a hospital delivery room.  The German boss, naturally, demands double shifts.  Whether in the original story or not, it’s another undeveloped distraction.  The enjoyably oddball characters remain sketchily drawn but the pace doesn’t really slow down so the overall effect is akin to entertaining blah.

Grand Hotel made Jane Krakowski a star as the typist with dreams of Hollywood glory.  The showstopper featuring Michael Jeter’s Tony Award winning performance as the terminally ill accountant can still be found online.  Most of this cast sang the score beautifully but fully developed characters did not really emerge.  Given this show’s pedigree, they cannot be entirely blamed.  For musical theater fans, the Encores series is invaluable, informative and fun.  On the subway, a handful of strangers compared notes after Grand Hotel.  Unfortunately for this show, we were all in complete agreement.

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Nanette (Soho Playhouse)

Based on a recommendation, I went to see Nanette, written and performed by Hannah Gadsby.  Advertised as an award winner at the Edinburgh Fringe and Melbourne International Comedy Festivals, I expected to laugh.  And I did.  Cursive letters are like friends holding hands.  Ms. Gadsby’s Tasmanian family tree isn’t really branches reaching out, it’s more inbred and resembles a topiary at the top.  Her mother equates the shock of hearing that Hannah is a lesbian to telling her that she is a murderer.

Nanette of the title is a barista shaped like a thumb in an apron.  Presumably there was some sort of relationship there but it’s not really explored much further.  There are laughs on order here.  Like many great comedians, Ms. Gadsby knows how to wring humor from discomfort.  What makes Nanette so much more than a comic monologue is the willingness to pause from the funny and take us down to a much darker, more intimate place.  She is very angry and we learn why.  The segment on art history will forever change how I look at a Picasso.

No more needs to be said.  Nanette is running until April 15th for those with the time and inclination to see something unique, memorable, hilarious and devastating.  If you cannot attend this run, a performance in Sydney has been taped for Netflix.  Nanette is another show perfectly suited for the time in which we live.  Ms. Gadsby claims this is her last show.  Let’s hope not.

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A Marriage Contract (The Metropolitan Playhouse)

Augustin Daly was a preeminent theater manager, critic, and playwright from the latter part of the 19th Century.   He built and opened Daly’s Theater in 1879 after a fire destroyed the company’s original New York home.  In 1893, he opened a London theater as well.  Of the nearly 100 works credited to his name, nearly all were adaptations.  A Marriage Contract, or Grass vs. Granite, was first produced in 1892 based on a German play whose title is loosely translated as “big city atmosphere.”  Here the setting was transported from Berlin to New York and was originally called A Test Case, or Grass vs. Granite.

The play opens in the big metropolis and a city slicker rascal named Robert Fleming is attempting to persuade business magnate Jessekiah Pognip to give his blessing for his daughter’s hand in marriage.  In today’s vernacular:  he’s a “player” and one of a sketchy list of suitors.  He is quickly rejected by the father and another man, the bumbling Nathaniel Grinnell, gives it a shot but is too late to the punch.  For Ned to marry young Sabina Pognip, there needs to be a marriage contract.  Robert is forced to choose between big city excitement (granite) and the teensy country town of East Lemons (grass).

A Marriage Contract is a funny play.  Written 125 years ago, it still can elicit laughs through clever wordplay and is firmly planted in situation comedy land.  Robert may have taken ill with “influenza provincialis” when the small town boredom of East Lemons and its nosy busybodies become too stifling to bear.  Then there is the philandering friend Ned Jessamine (Nick Giedris) who is married to Juno (Jennifer Reddish) who tries not to see “what’s going on.”  Will the couples settle down and figure out their relationships?  Will country life have any shot of competing with the big city?  Will a champagne party cause a scandalous ruckus?  Is the maid really called a “saucy minx” for singing while dusting?

Metropolitan Playhouse specializes in plays from America’s literary past and I enjoyed A Marriage Contract.  The Director Alex Roe effectively stages the play in their small, intimate space and keeps the action (and clowning) moving along.  Amazingly, there is not a whiff of mothballs here, the play is still funny despite its age.  Our two suitors were excellent.  Trevor St. John-Gilbert (Robert) and Tyler Kent (Nathaniel) inhabited their characters exceptionally well.  Both performances are of the period yet come across as freshly contemporary century-old stereotypes energetically painted in three dimensions.  With the exception of one cringingly awful performance (in a very minor part), the cast is good. (I saw the third preview).  Greatness might be achieved by ratcheting up this broad comedy a notch or two.  Overall, A Marriage Contract is a welcome discovery.

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Josh: The Black Babe Ruth (Theater for the New City)

For Black History Month, Theater for the New City decided to remount a production of Josh: The Black Babe Ruth.  Written by Michael A. Jones, the play is based on the life of Josh Gibson, the second Negro Leagues player to be elected into the National Baseball Hall of Fame.  He was known as the “Black Babe Ruth” due to his home run proficiency.  He tragically died at the age of 35 from complications related to a brain tumor which may have been linked to drug usage.  In this play, we chart the course from the family migration from Georgia to Pittsburgh through his career to his death.

This play comes across as a series of vignettes rather than a traditional story arc.  Satchel Paige, who preceded Josh Gibson into the Hall of Fame, looms large as both men try to break into the all-white major leagues.  In addition to the career storyline, there is domestic drama about his wife, whom he never sees while traveling, and a mistress.  The temptress is portrayed as a bar hopping, drug taking, bad influence party girl.  Connecting all of this is the Guitar Man who strums and sings songs of the period such as Louis Jordan’s “Is You Is or Is You Ain’t My Baby.”  Images of the players, the baseball league and the Jim Crow south are projected on the wall during transitions.  One is a sign announcing an upcoming Klan meeting to discuss opposition to “communism and integration.”  Pictures of lynchings are also featured.

This is a small off-off Broadway house and this production can be commended for very good performances by all of the actors.  David Roberts takes us through the mindset of Josh from brash bravado to the self-destructive breakdown.  As Satchel, Daniel Danielson is appropriately larger than life with the charisma of the famously entertaining pitcher.   The smaller role of Josh’s wife Hattie is played by Daphne Danielle.  Her scene trying to find her husband at the bar through questioning the audience members elicited deserved end of scene applause.

Josh: The Black Babe Ruth is not a great play and the production is paced a little slowly between scenes.  The projected images are very powerful but their intensity competes with rather than enhances the words.  However, for an inexpensive $18 ticket price, this is a live, well-acted biography and rewarding addition to the mirrors we must face on historical American race discrimination.

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Pete Rex (The Dreamscape Theatre)

In the New Kensington suburb of Pittsburgh, Pete lives in his apartment which is decorated in the finest man cave fashion.  The walls are brown paneling.  A Steelers helmet for wall art.  A string of Planet of the Apes lights.  Empty beer cans in a case by the door.  The couch is red.  An old folding chair.  Incredible Hulk videos placed under the television.  Since Pete Rex is being performed in the tiny Theater C at 59E59, there is a lot of detail to see as you enter this very intimate space.  The setting gives a strong sense of the people we are about to meet.

The play opens with Pete (Greg Cerere) and his best bud Bo (Simon Winheld) in the midst of Madden Tuesday.  The competition is well underway and Bo now wants to play Gronk.  For those not in the know, Madden is the popular long running football videogame series and Gronkowski is a tight end for the New England Patriots.  Madden Tuesday is apparently a standing weekly man cave date.  Pete’s ex-girlfriend Julie (Rosie Sowa) comes by with some disturbing news.

The boys have not been watching television and do not know that dinosaurs are loose in New Kensington and starting to eat people.  Julie grabbed what little food there was left in the supermarket, namely Zebra Cakes, and ran right over.  Pete loves these plastic wrapped Little Debbie brand things.  Meanwhile, the dinosaurs are approaching, the noise is increasing, the overhead light is trembling and things are getting mighty scary.

Is Pete Rex is about escaped dinosaurs terrorizing a small town?  Well, Pete has always been fascinated by dinosaurs and wanted to be a paleontologist.  The mood here is Jurassic-level emotional drama, although the dinosaurs do get to eat a bit in the process.  Alexander V. Thompson’s play covers much territory from man child relationships to crisis management to jealousy to mental stability.  The cast is game and the director (Brad Raimondo) reasonably steers an overabundance of styles including melodrama, absurdity, comedy, horror, ridiculousness and poignancy.  That’s a lot to handle and Pete Rex cannot survive the onslaught.  A nicely written ending wraps up a serious yet wildly overcooked play.

www.dreamscapetheatre.org

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Thoroughly Modern Millie (The Actors Fund Benefit Concert)

Legendary Broadway stories about the understudy taking on the lead role are usually the stuff of fantasy entertainment.  In the musical 42nd Street, the iconic line is: “You’re going out there a youngster, but you’ve got to come back a star!”  In 2002, Broadway had a real life “star is born” moment.  Thoroughly Modern Millie opened with an unknown Sutton Foster in the lead, originally cast as the understudy but elevated to the starring role during the pre-Broadway out of town run.  After instant fame and a Tony Award for Best Actress, what followed was an incredible string of on stage successes including The Drowsy Chaperone, Shrek, Anything Goes and Violet.

The Actors Fund announced a one night benefit concert for this show reuniting most of the original cast, so I had my chance to finally catch this piece.  (The original New York Times review was so negative, I skipped the show the first time around.  Thankfully, the internet encourages alternative voices.  After reading Ben Brantley’s remarks now, they just sound mean-spirited and bitchy.)  In this staged concert version, the audience was filled to overflowing with industry types.  The result was possibly the loudest sustained applause and the most standing ovations I have ever witnessed.  These people knew the show, loved the score and adored the actors.  The environment was an extremely memorable combination of celebration and reunion, with a dash of Broadway magic.

So how does Millie hold up?  In the 1920s, Millie leaves Kansas for New York as a modern gal to snag a wealthy husband (ideally a boss).  She gets a room at a hotel for women (run by a former actress turned infamous white slave trader).  Naturally Millie falls in love with a handsome but poor schlep named Jimmy (who has the invaluable skill of knowing the location of the “juice joints”).  It’s all silly pastiche, expertly put over by a committed and talented cast.

Not all the songs and sections in Thoroughly Modern Millie are Grade A, but there are enough of them to make you smile, laugh and enjoy big Broadway fun.  Harriet Harris’ Chinese dragon lady won her a Tony and she was truly hilarious.  The choreography was inspired, particularly the typewriter tap dancing effect.  Both Gavin Creel (Jimmy) and perfect caricaturist Marc Kudisch (the boss) showed why they were Tony nominated for their performances.

When Ms. Foster belts out “Gimme Gimme that thing called love” near the end of the show, this concert and its audience erupted into a frenzy of love and support, quite fitting for a charity event.  Founded in 1882, the Actors Fund is a national human services organization meeting the needs facing the unique challenges for people with a life in the arts.  Services include emergency financial assistance, affordable housing, health care and more.  A worthwhile cause and a memorable evening that can only happen in New York.  It’s what keeps the Millie’s coming here year after year.

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Jimmy Titanic (Irish Repertory Theatre)

From Boston’s Tír Na Theatre Company comes Jimmy Titanic, performed by its Artistic Director Colin Hamell.  The setting is Heaven in 2012, long after the Titanic has sunk.  Jimmy is one of the Irish lads who worked on building the ship in Belfast and, unfortunately, was on that doomed first voyage.  Why the last name Titanic you ask?  Well, apparently in heaven there’s a great deal of celebrity associated with famous disaster deaths.  So adopting the name Titanic affords you the chance to dance with an 800 year old bubonic plaque victim.  I kid you not.

Written by Bernard McMullan, Jimmy Titanic is a play with characters ranging from the bowels of the ship to the first class deck.  We travel from the offices of the New York Times to the Mayor of Belfast, then brief encounters with heaven.  God, Peter and an effete Gabriel all make appearances.  For the record, God is sort of a chain smoking godfather type and a bit crusty.  One man plays all of these characters jumping from Jimmy and his bestie to Mr. Astor, throwing in assorted Titanic facts along the way.  The tone frequently and abruptly changes from silly to serious so that the play is never grounded in anything other than an acting exercise.  And, therefore, Jimmy Titanic hits the proverbial iceberg.

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Dungeon (Ars Nova)

Hit the Lights! Theater Company was selected to be a 2018 company-in-residence at Ars Nova, a major incubator of young talents beginning their careers.  Using found materials, they specialize in “transforming ordinary objects into something extraordinary.”  The company is composed of six multidisciplinary artists including puppeteers, actors, musicians, vocalists, artisans and “everything in between.”  Dungeon successfully played the Cincinnati and Minnesota Fringe Festivals (audience and critics pick, respectively).  Given a One Night Stand performance at Ars Nova, I decided to check them out.

Using screen puppets, hand puppets, actors, lights, a screen, sheets and a bass and violin, Dungeon is described as a story of a young man who falls into the unknown to rescue the thing he holds most dear.  I felt this was a version of Alice falling down the rabbit hole,  with scary images and darkness.  Odd monsters, spooky looking trees and the search ensues.  This is definitely fear-is-fun territory, played for laughs with some quality imagery.  There is a large amount of interesting puppetry (and its evolution) to be found around town these days.  To be at the next level, like Manual Cinema for example, I would say that the storytelling in Dungeon needs to be clearer.  A fun, high energy company to watch as they develop in residence.

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www.manualcinema.com

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A Chronicle of the Madness of Small Worlds (Next Door @NYTW)

New York Theatre Workshop has opened its inaugural season of Next Door at NYTW in the newly renovated Fourth Street Theatre.  This initiative provides artists subsidized resources and space for development and performance of their work.  NYTW is a hugely successful off-Broadway house, as evidenced by seventeen Tony Awards (after the shows moved uptown), the Pulitzer Prize and numerous other awards its productions have garnered.  Shows I have seen there include Hundred Days, Nat Turner in Jerusalem, Othello (with Daniel Craig), Red Speedo, Hadestown, What’s It All About?, Belleville, Once and Peter and the Starcatchers.  All of them excellent.  So why not try their new, even more experimental work?

A Chronicle of the Madness of Small Worlds is a Mac Wellman play based on two of his short stories in a collection of the same name.  The notes state that each story is told by one of the imagined inhabitants of a small world in the asteroid belt.  Act One is Wu World Woo, performed by Timothy Siragusa.  This monologue describes a world of grotesque violence largely concerning his family.  Everyone in Wu (or is it Woo?) has the same name, Mary Carniverous Rabbit.  The piece is completely manic; serious yet funny.

Act Two, titled Horrocks (and Toutatis too), has a completely different tone.  Anastasia Olowin appears in a flowing white gown, is mostly seated and delivers her story which begins with her being chased by brutish boys throwing rocks at her.  The quiet intensity of her performance elevates the language and nails the playful silliness which is intertwined with the semi-serious.  Accompanying both of these pieces is a four member band who have created a phenomenal score which I can only describe as exquisite B-movie science fiction musicality.

For those yearning to see something different, more experimental and more downtown, A Chronicle of the Madness of Small Worlds is worth a try.

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The Drowsy Chaperone (54 Below)

Quite clearly the Best Musical of 2006 (the Tony went to Jersey Boys) and one of my all-time favorites, The Drowsy Chaperone celebrated its tenth anniversary with a two show reunion at 54 Below.  The evening was narrated by the original Man In Chair and book author Bob Martin.  Many of the original cast members were present including Tony winner Beth Leavel who, as the title character, keeps her “eyeball on the highball” in her hand.  For fans of this show, this concert version was great fun.

The Drowsy Chaperone is a musical parody of 1920s Broadway which began life as a stag party skit created for the real life marriage of Bob Martin and Janet van de Graaf in 1997.   As Man in Chair, the character of Bob Martin plays his record album of the (imaginary) 1928 hit The Drowsy Chaperone, described as “mix-ups, mayhem and a gay wedding.”  As Man in Chair wryly observes, “of course gay wedding has a different meaning nowadays… back then it just meant FUN!”  From the Toronto Fringe Festival, the show evolved and hit the big time in 2006.  Nominated for thirteen Tonys, it won six of them.  As a bonus during this concert, Lisa Lambert, the show’s co-composer and original Drowsy Chaperone, performed that character’s long since abandoned song about being “drowsy” which was later replaced by the show’s anthem, “As We Stumble Along.”

From a 2015 Broadwayworld.com review of a production in Massachusetts:  “The Drowsy Chaperone is one of those shows that is inherently comical in its nature: it is literally laugh-out-loud funny, portraying the lives and actions of each of its characters as almost too absurd to be believed.The Drowsy Chaperone is really a beautiful show that is saturated with singing, dancing, some very odd characters and an almost too-simple plot that makes this show awesome.”  To be honest, it’s even better than that.  Bucket list this one next time it comes to town.  In the meantime, check out the vast array of talent that performs at 54 Below, Broadway’s Supper Club in New York. 

Special note to our friends in St. Louis:  Beth Leavel is coming to the Muni this summer as Mama Rose in Gypsy.

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