Space Dogs (MCC Theater)

Space Dogs (MCC Theater)

As we absorb the current news cycle of the threatened invasion of Ukraine by Russia, the Cold War decades return in sharp focus.  Depending on the political party in power (and their news media outlets), Russia is either a friend or foe of the United States.  Back when “foe” was the generally accepted viewpoint there were many psychological battles being fought.  One was the race to outer space.  The new musical Space Dogs reminds us of a simpler time where all we had to worry about was nuclear annihilation.

Van Hughes and Nick Blaemire have written and star in this cabaret of songs, skits and excessive cuteness.  Many dogs were trained for this mission but only one could be the first.  Stuffed animals are thrown into the audience.  It’s an Oprah-ish “you getta dog and you getta dog” vibe.  The start is silly but engaging.

A tag line lyric informs that space dogs of the Cosmodrome “ain’t nobody’s bitch.”  While there are moments to chuckle, there are also tunes which rhyme “fill the void” with “you can’t avoid”.  The songs in this show do not have the cleverness that the winning conceit demands.  As a result, the musical stumbles, becomes repetitive and devolves into an overlong self-aware review.

The production design by Stefania Bulbarella and Alex Basco Koch, however, gives this material a shiny finish and elevates the visual interest substantially.  The scenic design (Wilson Chin) adds to the fun factor.  The nuclear war imagery hits the mark and briefly reminds us of a bygone era.  Many moons ago when children practiced school drills hiding under desks.

Ellie Heyman’s direction wisely keeps the two performers constantly moving, playing their songs and changing characters.  Mr. Blaemire’s Werner Von Braun characterization was a highlight.  No amount of kinetic energy can cover up a musical where the songs are the least interesting aspect.  The show could clearly benefit from more SNL tinged goofiness but that would not send this forgettable piece into orbit.

Space Dogs is running at MCC Theater through March 13, 2022.

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The Music Man

The Music Man

Despite COVID which delayed the revival of The Music Man for a few years, the big old Broadway musical is back.  The great opening number set in a railway coach beautifully sets the tone for what is to follow.  This show has boundless energy, old fashioned optimism and star wattage.

Hugh Jackman plays Harold Hill, the conman who comes to River City, Iowa to cause a little “Trouble.”  His plan is to sell musical instruments and lessons to the town’s children, pocket some fast cash and skedaddle away.  Along the way he encounters a pretty librarian and you know that the road these two have been traveling may forever be changed.

Mr. Jackman is the musical’s song and dance man in every respect.  The show is framed around him (possibly more than ever) and he commands the stage.  Not only is he the show’s titular lead, he is also center stage for the ensemble dancing.  There are not many Broadway stars who could execute this level of performance within the silly charms of a vintage period piece.

“Marion the Librarian” is possibly the pinnacle moment.  Harold visits the library in an attempt to woo the uninterested Marion.  Warren  Carlyle’s choreography is a rollicking treat, filled with movement and verve.  The kids are a joy to watch and it’s not hard to see Marion thawing out in the process.  All of the ensemble numbers are thrilling and the faces of the large cast confirm that analysis.

Director Jerry Zaks keeps the somewhat dated plot moving along.  The tone is always sweet even when people are being mean in that oversized blowhard way.  The show is oddly current in its reference to “dirty books” by “Chaucer, Rabelais and Balzac.”  In America’s current scary obsession with book banning, the reference makes you laugh but it also makes you cringe.  These conservative windbags are not fictional characters of Broadway shows but real demons intent on destroying free speech and intellectual discourse.  (We all know who said, “I love the uneducated”.)

Thank goodness “The Wells Fargo Wagon” is coming to town at the end of the first act.  We are gathered for a big Broadway entertainment and the show must and, indeed, goes on.  It has to be said that the energy level in the audience was notably high at intermission.  A grand time was being had.

In the role of Winthrop, Marion’s shy stuttering younger brother, Benjamin Pajak holds his own with these two theater superstars.  The impact of Harold on his psyche feels organically developed in their relationship.  What at first may be considered a ploy to get to Marion coalesces into a bigger display of the latent goodness possible in all of humanity.

When Marion sings the gorgeous ballad “Till There Was You” I took a quick glance at the audience.  All eyes were locked in and no one moved.  Regardless of whether she has a different voice than previous Marions, her characterization deftly created the requisite magic.  Combining that presence with an athletically inclined Harold Hill and you have a Music Man where everyone should want to join the band.  Big fun, right here in (next to the Hudson) River City.

The Music Man is playing at the Winter Garden Theatre, one of the best houses on Broadway for a show for of this scope and size.

www.musicmanonbroadway.com

Company

Company

“Phone rings, door chimes, in comes Company!”  In the short amount of time it takes to get to that line in the opening song, you know this one is a classic.  Of course I am referring to the Stephen Sondheim musical from 1970.  I am also referring to this specific production.  I’ve seen this show before and Director Marianne Elliott’s staging is awesome.

Much attention has been paid to this version which was first performed in the West End.  The gender roles are largely swapped.  While nothing but praise can be ascribed to Katrina Lenk (The Band’s Visit, Indecent) and Patti Lupone (Evita, Gypsy, Anything Goes, Sweeney Todd), the guys here steal the show.  Bobbie’s three love interests introduce themselves in “You Could Drive a Person Crazy.”  These men are different types orbiting her world of being single as everyone around her has seemingly settled down.

Bobby Conte (A Bronx Tale) is the long-haired effortless hipster who owns one of the show’s finest tunes, “Another Hundred People.”  The choreography is stunning.  Manu Narayan (My Fair Lady) is touching as Theo, the one who got away.  His chemistry with Ms. Lenk is heartbreakingly real.  The show knows how to do the quiet moments as well as the big ones.  And, with emphasis, Claybourne Elder (Sunday in the Park With George, Bonnie & Clyde) is Andy, the ditsy yet studly flight attendant who takes off for “Barcelona” in the morning.

“Tick Tock” precedes Andy’s early departure.  It will be hard to imagine any version of this dream sequence being better or more fun.  The visuals are phenomenally inventive, hilariously sexy, a little dirty and utterly memorable.  The entire sequence between Bobbie and Andy is jaw dropping perfection.

And then again, the same could be said for “Getting Married Today.”  In this version, the couple going down the aisle are both men.  Matt Doyle (The Book of Mormon, Sweeney Todd) is the one with cold feet.  His performance as Bobbie’s best friend and Etai Benson’s fiancée is a showstopper.  What Ms. Elliott does with the staging makes this normally hilarious song soar to superlative heights.  If you’ve seen Company and love the show, pounce again.  If you have not, now is definitely the time.

The cast is a theater lovers dream.  Christopher Sieber and Jennifer Simard are priceless as the married couple working through their demons unsuccessfully.  Christopher Fitzgerald and Nikki Renée Daniels smoke pot with Bobbie in another well acted scene.  Company is a show of scenes.  One great moment follows after another.

The set design by Bunny Christie is equally superb.  There is homage to the original which was described as “a breathtaking mobile, interlocking Tinker-Toy of rippling platforms”.  The boxes utilized here are vivid scenic panels like in a graphic novel.  The technical wizardry, however, is light years advanced from 1970.  Given Ms. Elliott’s boundless creativity, Choreographer Liam Steel even gets to make the set dance.

Patti Lupone has one of the show’s most famous numbers, “The Ladies Who Lunch”.  Her version is solid.  Her interpretation of character Joanne is slick, grinning and substantively deep.  Her sex did not change for this version which makes sense given the song sung.

Finally, and importantly, Katrina Lenk shows us what a female Bobbie is thinking about as she rounds birthday number 35.  The performance is a tour de force of varying emotions and sly subversions.  Despite everyone telling her “Have I Got a Guy for You” this Bobbie feels unsure and certainly unsettled.  Her final “Being Alive” confessional is raw.

This Company is do not miss theater.  “No strings, good times, room hums, Company!” indeed.  The songs will be in your head for days and days.

www.companymusical.com

The Tap Dance Kid (Encores!)

The Tap Dance Kid (Encores!)

I look forward to the Encores! series every year.  With COVID, the show did not go on in 2021.  A new Artistic Director was installed and The Tap Dance Kid is the musical chosen to restart the program.  In many ways, the choice is an epic fail.

Productions at Encores! are generally five days long and performed as concerts with some sets and staging.  This show, as its title would suggest, has tap dancing at its reason for being.  Those numbers are indeed impressive and fun.  The leaden family story, however, dominates the time and is quite boring.  The direction by the often reliable Kenny Leon (A Soldier’s Play, Fences) is completely flat.  The actors stand around a lot reciting lines which are as cliché as can be.

Originally on Broadway in 1983, The Tap Dance Kid took place in the present.  That has been revised here to be 1957.  That makes sense since the story is very old fashioned.  A novelty at the time, New York audiences were treated to a well-to-do black family with a son who sees his calling in tap.  Lawyer dad says no.  Submissive mom stays quiet.  Ugly, fat daughter is mad.

There is a major disconnect in the role of Emma.  Shahadi Wright Joseph is by far the best thing in this underwhelming show.  She’s smart, tough and likable for all her gutsy nerve.  She is not, however, ugly or fat.  When those words are spoken, it causes the head to shake.  Huh?

The story also includes an Uncle (a winning Trevor Jackson) who is a choreographer staging a trade show production for a shoe company.  He is the boy’s idol.  His grandfather is dead but he also was a superlative dancer.  His ghost appears more than once.  When the show stops dragging and starts to dance, there is life on stage.  When it slows down and adds more plot (like the choreographer’s new girlfriend), the weight of one dimensional characters proves too much to bear.

What is even worse are the songs by Henry Krieger (music) and Robert Lorick (Lyrics).  They are undistinctive and bland.  “Fabulous Feet” does indeed satisfy but the serious drama songs suck all energy from the stage.  It is that dull.  Mr. Krieger penned this score after a smash hit with Dreamgirls a few years earlier.  I consider his Side Show from 1997 as a masterpiece of musical theater.  There are definite hints of what is to come especially in the 11:00 number, “William’s Song”.

The extraordinarily talented Joshua Henry (Carousel, Violet) portrays the hard as nails William.  The character is so rigidly mean that it is cartoonish.  His big number comes out of nowhere and it attempts to paint a picture of why he is that way.  In a nutshell, he doesn’t believe in dancing for the white man.  A successful lawyer, he sees forward progress for his people and his family that doesn’t involve being a clown on display.  For what it is worth, the song stings but arrives out of nowhere.

Perhaps the biggest problem with the book of The Tap Dance Kid is a lack of focus.  There is no way to discern which individual this musical is really about.  I guess it’s about “the kid” of the title but everyone seems to get center stage more than once.  That they stand around looking under rehearsed does not help.

I’ve seen some great shows at Encores! and even made some amazing discoveries (Paint Your Wagon comes to mind).  This one is possibly the worst thing I’ve experienced in this series.  Lear deBessonet’s first outing as Artistic Director is a huge disappointment.  Next up is The Life, a problematic show about prostitutes.  It is being rewritten by Billy Porter so as not to offend today’s sensibilities as well as fix what did not work the first time.  Cross your fingers.

The Tap Dance Kid was performed at City Center from February 2 – 6, 2022.  The Life starts on March 16th.

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MJ

MJ

“Money, money, money” is the reason, we are told, that Michael Jackson reunited with his siblings for the Victory Tour in 1984.  Money is clearly the motivation behind the splashy new Broadway musical MJ.  This wildly talented and emotionally complicated entertainer has been placed back into his adoring spotlight.  The show, if not perfect, is an absolute feast.

Whether you get indigestion will depend on your sensibilities.  The woman sitting next to me was back for a third time in previews.  She excitedly chatted with random seatmates before the show.  When another woman brought up the child molestation “stuff” she bristled away any reckoning of those inconvenient details.  Such must also be the mindset of everyone involved in this production.  While there are vague references to “the lies” spread about Mr. Jackson, MJ is clearly an adoration and rehabilitation vehicle.  How this particular story is not subject to any accountability in today’s environment must be shoved aside to let the artistry take full control.

So let’s just chalk everything up to “the price of fame” which is the reason (excuse) given for all of his famously endearing and also bizarre quirks.  His father takes the brunt of the blame.  He tells young Michael that his face has “more bumps than a pepperoni pizza”.  A press conference only goes as far as to ask, “what do you have to say about the recent allegations”?

The conceit of the show is a terrific one.  Michael is  preparing for the Dangerous Tour circa 1992.  MJ opens at a rehearsal.  The warm ups prior to the King of Pop’s arrival are authentically staged and beautifully tease for the main course.  When he finally enters after a countdown (3 minutes!), Myles Frost takes all of one second to convince you he is the “Man in the Mirror”.  That his performance afterward is a thrilling tribute makes this show soar.

After a great opening which incorporates a run through of “Beat It” the show settles into some exposition.  The 60’s medleys followed by the Jackson 5 medleys are decent but placeholders for what is to follow.  Young Michael (Walter Russell III) hints at the megawatt star which is to emerge.  The fringe vest will be vividly memorable to anyone who remembers the early Jackson 5 television appearances.

The family life is hard work primarily due to Joseph, the father and driven disciplinarian.  Michael and his mother (Ayana George, excellent) share the first act showstopper “I’ll Be There” which is the emotional center of the story.  After that, Michael’s external and internal pressures mount considerably.

The creative and artistic revelations are intriguing and expertly woven into the book by Pulitzer Prize winner Lynn Nottage (Ruined, Sweat).  The analysis discussed with Quincy Jones gives insight into the hitmaking process.  At intermission, read the scribblings on the curtain.  The influences are shared and the homage to dance masters Michael emulated is another high point in the storytelling.

Both older Michael and “middle” Michael (Tavon Olds-Sample) embody this larger than life character with real shading and gravitas.  For those seeking extraordinary dancing, Director and Choreographer Christopher Wheeldon will keep your eyes peeled to the action.  “Smooth Criminal” was one of my favorite music videos and the staging does not disappoint.

Quentin Earl Darrington portrays both the tour manager and the father.  The interweaving of these two authority figures and the transitions between them is first rate.  The direction, the performance and the juxtaposition between his relationships with younger Michael and older Michael are the juicy meat of this tale.

On the other end of the spectrum is the story of the reporter and the camera man who are filming a documentary of the tour rehearsal.  Far too much time is spent on this often cringeworthy sidebar which feels like an attempt to cull something “real” out of the hero worship.  Abusing painkillers are not off limits in this version.

And let’s get back to the heart and spirit of MJ.  Mr. Frost is sublime.  He completely embodies the dance and vocal stylings of this pop icon.  His physicality is shockingly accurate.  What blew me away most were his riveting eyes; always searching, forever on guard, occasionally playful, uncomfortably darting this way and that without ever being settled.  It’s a “Thriller” of a performance in more ways than one.

MJ, the young man from Gary, Indiana, went on to become one of the most worldwide recognized and significant entertainers of the twentieth century.  I found it amusingly surreal that “Gary, Indiana” is also currently represented on Broadway with another Music Man, the Meredith Wilson revival opening this month (that review is forthcoming).  I saw both shows two days apart.  Despite all of the COVID inconveniences right now, isn’t it nice to see Broadway ushering in spring early?

www.mjthemusical.com

The Hang (HERE Arts Center)

The Hang (HERE Arts Center)

In Socrates’ final hours, his acolytes gather.  We expect wisdom.  We are rewarded.  In a Taylor Mac show we expect colorful bawdy glamor.  That is present in abundance.   We are told that “we’re in it for The Hang“.  Along the way Plato will record the histories (or interpret them depending on your view).  The result is yet another thoroughly unique theatrical experience rooted in a downtown sensibility with massive creativity and big themes.

This jazzy operatic musical takes place in a period where “momentum is on the side of the tyrants”.  Nothing on stage is a heavy handed didactic exercise in pontification.  That would not be entertaining enough.  This world screams flamboyance and Grecian opulence with a healthy dose of sex appeal and innuendo.  After all, set up of one of the numbers requires the performer to “sell your party trick in your best Noel Coward”.

Though the proceedings are non-linear and dreamlike, Plato dutifully observes and records the goings on.  We’ve all learned he is the reason Socrates’ teaching still exists today.  At this version of a last supper, there is a mourning for the death sentence to follow.  Before that, however, there is pageantry galore.

When you arrive at the theater space, everything is painted and decorated including the floors and the seats.  You are not simply watching The Hang, you are hanging.  This is not an audience participation piece per se.  The parallels to current events are drawn for you to absorb as you see fit.  “Beware the new age guru” is a toss away line with depth of meaning depending on your own personal “state of the union” awareness.  Most of the material shies away from direct assault but Mitch McConnell is awarded a lyrical slap or two.

Days after sitting through a performance, this musical remains somewhat indescribable in the best way.  Is there a song sung on a toilet?  Yes.  Do the musicians take center stage and blow us away with single instrument musicality which firmly underscores the themes and moods of this show?  Yes.  Will fans of Machine Dazzle’s costumes and set design be thrilled with the exuberantly bold and nuanced Hellenic touches here?  Most definitely.

Taylor Mac wrote the book and lyrics for this philosophical show.  He firmly holds a mirror to today as “everyone’s trying to be a gadfly now.”  With the perspective of history, we can understand the lasting contributions of Socrates and not the people who condemned him to death.  Regarding that particular court of judgment:  “not a single one destined for icon status”.

The creative elements all work together to form a show which harkens back to a subversive downtown art piece from yesteryear.  Given Taylor Mac’s enormous success including as a finalist for a Pulitzer Prize, the budget is far from threadbare.  The effect is a sensational combination of handmade and polished.  The costume details demand to be stared at and are truly dazzling (apologies for the hideous pun).

Performances are top notch across the board.  In her stage debut, jazz vocalist Kat Edmonson and also Synead Cidney Nichols stood out amongst a cast of major talents.  If you were planning a party, this group would be a hang for the ages.

Scattered throughout this show is running commentary meant to provoke, inspire and, gently, outrage.  Socrates is burdened by “old accusations”, a device in full force in much of today’s backward looking America.  “They’re easily taught and tied into knots” is the line which skewers the gullible from any era.  I personally find the complexity and clarity of the Taylor Mac worldview to be supremely entertaining while being emotionally and intellectually challenging.  I, therefore, must be an acolyte.  If only I could succinctly answer a question posed in this show:  “what do you mean by virtue”?

The Hang is running at the HERE Arts Center through February 20, 2022.

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Sloppy Bonnie (No Puppet Co.)

The tagline for Sloppy Bonnie is simply irresistible.  This show is billed as “a roadkill musical for the modern chick.”  Is Bonnie sloppy?  Yes indeed but perhaps not sloppy enough.  This country western musical comedy does have inspired creative flourishes amidst the cartoonish and gleefully vengeful proceedings.

Bonnie is engaged to Jedidiah who is away for the summer.  He is a pastor in training at a retreat.  When old friend Sissy comes to town, Bonnie gets the idea to visit him since he has gone dark on emails, texts and phone calls.  This “little girl” from Tennessee takes a road trip through more than the dangerous southern roads past the “Dinosaur Creation Museum.”  Her journey is a warped feminist rant as well as a self-deprecating take on an idealized American stereotype.

Dr. Rob and Chauncy kick off the musical performing their Cosmic Country Radio show.  They announce that they are here to tell a morality tale about an American woman.  How does Bonnie define herself?  “By my purchases” is the tongue-in-cheek retort.  This leads into the opening number “You Might Call Me Basic.”  My favorite line:  “And ya I still say x-presso / I’m proud of what I don’t know.”

Jesus comes along for the ride, naturally.  Jumping in the car he notes he just purchased a 44 ounce refill.  He plans to turn it into wine later.  He will, at some point, take the wheel.  It’s good to have him around as “he healeth every pothole.”  Unfortunately Jesus is not along for the entire ride and the car breaks down.  A young lady all alone with Chris and Bryan pushing her and the vehicle.  They are described as “shirtless grifter drifters with California accents.”  All of the targets swung at in this show are big.

Bonnie’s journey turns from naively dingbatish to bizarrely deadly, in a most delightful way.  The storyline, however, careens wildly hitting guardrails on both sides of the highway.  There is the welcome radio station interludes and inexplicable numerous trips to the concept of the Nativity Chicken.  That does lead to one of the weirdest yet oddly compelling song “But Not For Birds.”  Bonnie sings in her best deadpan “when I grew older I would notice/ fellas focus mostly on two parts.”  The choreography is both a ridiculous and giddy tribute to Marilyn Monroe’s Diamonds number in Gentleman Prefer Blondes.

Playwright Krista Knight and Composer Barry Brinegar have smartly packaged their show into a sketch filled road trip movie wannabe.  Leah Lowe directed Sloppy Bonnie.  This online video was recorded from a previous live performance.  What makes the streaming extra interesting is the cartoon drawings layered on to the taped performance.  The often silly material benefits from a cheeky presentation style which lightens the dark clouds which threaten throughout this musical.  The screwdriver scene has to be more enjoyable when viewed online.

Amanda Disney is amusing as Bonnie.  She sings lyrics about wanting “just one small McNugget of your love” without irony which makes the songs work for this offbeat character.  Her male sidekicks, however, get to sink their teeth into comedic hijinks in multiple roles.  Curtis Reed and James Randolph II lend a SNL-like skit feel which is often entertaining.  The idea to inflate the heads for the radio announcers was hilariously spot on.

As may be appropriate for a roadkill musical, there are some unfortunate accidents.  The plot careens around many sharp turns which are unevenly steered.  The Book of Mormon tinged ending is probably the least effective section in the show.  That said, Sloppy Bonnie may exist to be a modern feminist manifesto.  Men, you better listen up.  You try ghosting your girl and risk the consequences.  Things might just get a little sloppy.

Sloppy Bonnie was recorded in June 2021 at OZ Arts Nashville.  This world premiere musical is available online through July 15, 2021.  Select the “canned” option for streaming tickets.

www.sloppybonnie.com

Sweet Land, the musical (St. Paul, MN)

Stories of America have been mined for musical gold many times.  In Sweet Land, the musical, that gold takes on a hue of wheat.  The setting is Park Rapids, Minnesota.  A married couple is packing up the remains of a farm home.  Lars’ grandmother had died two years earlier.  Mementos from the past such as a photograph and a letter dated July, 1920 are the catalyst to a trip back in time.

Olaf Torvig (Robert Berdahl) was farming his land alone.  He was introduced to Inge Altenberg (Ann Michels) through relatives back in Europe.  From a written letter, she came to America at his asking carrying a gramophone and speaking not a word of English.  After landing here, she jumps on a train to the middle of the country for a new life.

This musical had its world premier in 2017.  The History Theatre is streaming that production this month.  The timing is ideal.  As our nation clashes over immigration policy, the themes of this show resonate loudly.  Sweet Land is a sweet little show that takes time to reveal goodness and grace within people.  Sweet Land also addresses hardship and conflict before healing.

A violinist is center stage as the jittery strings underscore tension.  World War I is over.  In 1917, Germans represented the largest single ethnic group in Minnesota.  German Americans were evaluated for their patriotic attitudes supported by a network of spies from the newly created Minnesota Commission of Public Safety.  Into this world arrives Inge, a German.

Olaf and Inge had agreed to marry but the church cannot sanction such a union.  The priest does not know her and she has no references.  Even the Judge will not marry them, saying “Why did she leave Germany?  She is not one of us.”  While all of this sounds like dour melodrama, there is a lightness to the storytelling which keeps the show in the zone of entertaining and heartwarming.  The struggles are real but our ability to consider them is refreshingly pleasant.  Both actors have great chemistry in addition to fully formed characterizations.  The whole cast and the musicians were additive to enjoying this piece.

The book was written by Perrin Post and Laurie Flanigan Hegge.  Words create vivid imagery such as “tired, bedraggled, covered in dust.”  The characters and situations are often humorous.  When Olaf shoots a pheasant, he tries to hand it over to Inge.  “You shoot, you pluck,” she retorts.  My favorite outburst written into the book was the “Nein” speech.

The plentiful songs in Sweet Land were written by Laurie Flanigan Hegge (lyrics) and Dina Maccabee (music).  There are nice nods to music and expressions from the period.  I thought I heard a few flashes of the scores for Thoroughly Modern Millie and Brokeback Mountain buried in there.  The dissonant tones of the score were very effective.

This musical was directed by Perrin Post.  For a small scale show, many transitions were particularly fluid such as a kitchen scene evolving into a porch scene.  The technical elements, particularly the lighting (Mike Grogan) and sound effects (C Andrew Mayer), were noticeably excellent.  The neighbor’s tractor ride can only be described as Green Acres realness with overalls instead of a suit and tie.

Quite a few themes emerge from this small tale of two people and the rural farming community that surrounds them.  What does it mean to really care about your fellow citizens?  What assumptions do we make about people based upon their race or background?  Is it properly called apple pie or is it really strudel?

The vilification of immigrants and also those who seem different than us remains a core American value, sadly.  Sometimes it is therapeutic to step back and listen.  People on both sides of a war might not simply be blind followers of their governments or political parties.  The search for personal happiness and fulfillment is deftly explored in Sweet Land, the musical.  Let’s hope America can find its way there too.

Sweet Land, the musical is streaming through October 22, 2020 from History Theatre at Home.  You can choose the level of your ticket price.

www.historytheatre.com

Godspell (Berkshire Theatre Group)

“When wilt thou save the people? / Oh God of mercy when? / The people, Lord, the people / Not thrones and crowns, / But men.”  Could there be a time when a revival of Godspell is more timely than right now?

Through perseverance and the watchful eye of Actor’s Equity, the Berkshire Theatre Group managed to stage the first live theatrical show in America since the pandemic shut the doors in March.  The solution was to erect a very large tent outside with limited – and distanced – seating capacity.  How to sing and dance?  Socially apart with transparent partitions.

I managed to catch the final weekend after the show extended its sold out run.  As someone who spends countless evenings in the theater, my anticipation level was high.  The 2011 Broadway revival was manic and overcooked.  My childhood friend, Gerry McIntyre, was the choreographer.  I saw this show countless times as a teenager in schools and churches.  Even staged on an altar, how radical!  I could not wait to sit and see what COVID-19 and decades of my ever-marbleizing atheism would do to this nostalgic and tuneful relic from my youth.

Lovers of the Godspell cast album who know every song by heart can rejoice here.  One of the highlights of this particular revival is the vocal arrangements by Music Director Andrew Baumer.  Instead of using recent trends which make old school lyrics unintelligible, this Godspell allows its cast to sing Stephen Schwartz’s words clearly and convincingly.  Oh bless the Lord my soul.

This Godspell, like the original 1970’s megahit, takes place today.  The cast assembles on the stage far apart and behind partitions.  It’s both surreal and exciting.  Each opens with a personal story about the pandemic and how it impacted their life.  Someone eventually gets to the “to wear or not to wear” mask battle happening in our country.  “I don’t know how to teach you to care about other people.”  Cue the opening song, “Prepare Ye” the way of the Lord.  An opening that was somehow both sobering and magical.

The messages and parables of Jesus freely flow through this show.  I found many of them jarring and intensely relevant today.  “Everyone who exalts himself shall be humbled.”  “Not to make a show of religion before men.”  “No man can serve God and money.”  How about this lyric?  “This nation / this generation / shall bear the guilt of it all.”  Heady stuff if you immerse yourself in the now.

Godspell has always reflected current times, often using humor.  A parable about a Master results in the easy chide “guys, I don’t think we should use the word ‘Master’ anymore.”  There are mentions of Tik Tok, Netflix, Occupy Pittsfield and tweeting.  Police caps appear in Act II.  Wal-Mart becomes a stand-in for Hades.  That in particular came across as cultural elitism to me but the joke did land.

“When you feel sad / and under a curse” begins Jesus (Nicholas Edwards) and Judas’ soft shoe duet, “All For the Best.”  Both sanitize appropriately, wear rubber gloves and use yardsticks to measure six feet of distance.  There is plenty of whimsy to be had in this revival.  The darker elements of the tale approaching the ending were less successful and dragged on.  “Turn Back, O Man” was cleverly turned into a provocative (and overly raunchy) in-your-face gay number that was bizarrely out of sync with the rest of the show.

Hunter Kaczorowski and Elivia Bovenzi Blitz provided the inspired denim costumes.  From the cast, there were some nice high points to be savored.  A wistful “By My Side” from Alex Getlin.  A plaintive “All Good Gifts” from Najah Hetsberger.  Michael Wartella (“Light of the World”) and Tim Jones (Judas) memorably interacted throughout the tale from stage left.

Is this Godspell perfect?  Of course not.  But it exists and that is what’s important here.  Only the team who put this show on can say what it was like in rehearsals way back in July.  When the musical gets to the lovely ballad, “Beautiful City,” we get to reflect a little.  “Out of the ruins and rubble / Out of the smoke / Out of our night of struggle / Can we see a ray of hope?”  Will we be able to build a better and more beautiful city in the future?  “Yes we can” is the answer.

This was a sad week which included the death of Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg.  The last time a justice died before a Presidential election, the Republicans stood up and held up the next confirmation until the people’s votes could be counted as a matter or principle.  With even less time this year, they have done another 180 degree spin.  I can only imagine what Jesus would think.  Oh… wait a minute, he just told me.  “Alas, alas for you / Lawyers and pharisees / Hypocrites that you be.”

www.berkshiretheatregroup.org

The Driftwood Bridge (Seattle, WA)

 

The opening question sets the tone for this satisfyingly warm memoir show.  “Do you ever feel like a castaway on the beach of life, marooned and left to do your best with whatever you can find on the shore?”  The Driftwood Bridge is subtitled, “An Offering of Story and Song.”  While the early new age-y vibe briefly threatens to push a casual viewer away, the depth of storytelling washes away any fear of self-indulgent meditation.

David Mielke and Thomas Hitoshi Pruiksma wrote and perform a self-described “gaybaret.”  This real life couple begin the show gathered together with the audience as witnesses to a more public wedding ritual.  Years before, their union took place in a forest.  Both men evidence the statement that they are full of joy.  The Driftwood Bridge spans the time travel they took from their childhoods to their meeting and this moment.  The result is vivid, moving and utterly engaging.

David is the more emotional one.  Thomas seems the more intellectual.  Both, however, have major things in common including a love of music and poetry.  Tommy’s upbringing was surrounded by books.  Thomas defines the ending of a chapter as a “torture device; a hook on which you dangle until the next day.”  Both seem to love words and that is on display throughout their show.

As a young gay boy growing up in the 1960’s, David tells his story of “old shame” and “fear.”  A mentor named Marie is his lighthouse beacon, guiding him through the rough waters of life’s crashing waves.  She is an exquisitely drawn character who feels almost as important as the two men sharing the stage.

The Driftwood Bridge is certainly filled with melancholy and serious reflection.  David spends his childhood spending time with “my family of TV characters.”  He finds solace in reruns of Bewitched.  Endora is channeled.  The funnier moments work well and this section of the show is utterly charming.  Both men find ways to demonstrate the mechanisms and people who helped them evolve and survive growing up gay in a less open time than today.

As staged, the show makes extremely literal use of driftwood as props which record words or are used in the storytelling.  Although I occasionally found the device excessive and distracting, I did appreciate the piling up of their histories on their individual seashores.  When the bridge brings them together, the last piece of the puzzle is overwhelmingly poignant.

This live stream of The Driftwood Bridge was recorded on November 24, 2019.  The show was supposed to run for five weeks in Seattle this past month.  With all of our theaters closed, they are offering this production online until live theater can reopen.  Let’s hope they can take their positive energies and heartfelt messaging on the road in the future.  Did I mention this entertaining show contains magic too?

www.driftwoodbridge.com