Tina: The Tina Turner Musical

I have been looking forward to seeing Tina: The Tina Turner Musical since it opened in November.  I’ve seen the original, spectacular diva live in concert three times.  She was always a tsunami of show biz and rock ‘n roll.  Adrienne Warren portrays the title character.  Her performance kicks so much ass that it nearly makes you ignore the mediocrity of the storytelling.

For those who know the rise of Anna Mae Bullock from Nutbush, Tennessee to the career-peaking phoenix as solo artist in the 1980’s, the tale will be well-known and offer little new insights.  (How early her second and current husband Erwin Bach entered the picture surprised me.)  This young girl is discovered by Ike Turner and whisked off her feet to join his band.  The Ike and Tina Turner Revue would eventually be admitted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

What follows is a sadly depressing tale of infidelity, drugs and excessive physical violence.  The ascent from those depths is what this particular celebration is all about.  The story covers three decades.  As such, the moments fly by quickly.  There are many times, notably in the second act, where the show loses so much momentum that it grinds to a halt.  The “Open Arms” number is perhaps the lowest (and dullest) point.

Adrienne Warren is onstage for nearly the entire show.  She is superb in every moment from the glorious and raspy singing to the backbone development Tina so memorably achieved.  The plot machinations compete with her supernova blaze.  In between one excellently performed song after another, a crowbar appears (not literally or physically).  This crowbar is used to help wedge songs into the story.  At first, I thought it might weigh twenty pounds.  The strain is so awkward and so obvious that this crowbar must weigh fifty pounds, at least.

The book was written by Katori Hall with Frank Ketelaar and Kees Prins.  Ms. Hall’s plays, notably Hurt Village and Our Lady of Kebeho, are complex and effective character studies.  This committee of writers achieve only basic dimensions as is the case generally with jukebox musicals.  Turner’s cavalcade of hits are rearranged to fit the story.  Many times the choices seem odd.  When Ike proposes marriage, she sings “Better Be Good To Me.”  That’s an anthem from her post-backbone period.  What do those song lyrics have to do with little Anne Mae from Nutbush?

During her rock bottom period, Tina was working as a maid to support her children.  She sings “Private Dancer” about being a prostitute.  Crowbar, I tell you, crowbar!  The staging of that number is bad johns circling in chairs on a turntable.

Phyllida Lloyd directed this production.  There are some decent ideas such as the summoning of the spirits and family from Anna Mae’s past throughout.  They are conjured up, however, to just stand and stare.  With the exception of the exciting opening and closing sequences, the set is a miss.  The large stage is often a giant space of nothingness.  Projections on a screen are largely out of focus imagery.  This may be a meaningful thematic choice but I found it distracting, ugly and oddly abstract for a by-the-books biography.  (Complete transparency – I still own a hardcopy of I, Tina published in 1986.)

Did I mention that Adrienne Warren kicks major ass?  Despite everything that is wrong with this show, she is an absolute star.  Her stage presence combines blinding power wattage with strong acting chops that enable this underwritten story to flow.  She is ably supported by Daniel J. Watts as Ike and Ross Lekites as Erwin Bach.

At the opening of this musical, Tina is chanting backstage prior to a concert.  The year is 1988.  The show returns to this moment.  A scintillating set reveal precedes the reason we all came to see our diva.  Adrienne Warren blows the house down.  We conclude “we don’t need another hero.”

To be fair, the audience around me seemed beyond thrilled with the show so that should be considered.  As a concert, this is a gloriously realized homage and joyously redemptive nostalgia trip.  As a full-fledged Broadway musical, however, Tina is far too flat in too many places.  This may be a show which requires seeing the original company.  Just be warned.  The highs are mountainous and the lows are river deep.

www.tinaonbroadway.com

Where Are We Now (La Mama)

Fans of David Bowie’s music – and especially his lyrics – should immediately stop reading this review and book tickets to see the very limited run of Where Are We Now.  Then come back and continuing reading!  With a $26 top ticket price, this is one of the greatest cabaret values in New York City.  The version of “Heroes” is musically gorgeous and absolutely unforgettable.  I would argue the best one ever.  I would be right.

In the basement space of La Mama, Sven Ratzke performs two hours of music from the Bowie catalog.  In between numbers he tells stories, makes jokes and pulls his audience into his orbit.  He enters wearing a blue jacket with hilariously exaggerated shoulder pads and large boots.  Everything about his look and his performance, however, screams homage rather than caricature.

Mr. Ratzke remarks that the one thing he and his audience have in common is a memory of this unique and remarkable artist.  For him, David Bowie gave us “a key to a big house at the end of a street.”  Exploring each room leads to another song in another world.  Why not open the show with “The Man Who Sold the World?”

Charming is the word which best describes this performer.  He informs us that he is one-half German and one-half Dutch.  That dichotomy leads to one side yelling “where are the drugs?” and the other side responding “nein! nein! nein!”  Directed by Dirk Groeneveld, the show is well paced.  The enjoyable storytelling and relaxed atmosphere is interspersed with one musical high point after another.

The marvelous Christian Pabst accompanies Mr. Ratzke on a grand piano.  This show is intimate and reflective, funny and seriously thoughtful.  The music is simply exquisite and beautiful in its simplicity.  You can hear David Bowie in the performance but it is not mimicry.  It’s adulation.  The lyrics shine brightly and the piano becomes a perfect vehicle to reconsider these classic songs.  There is a nice mix of later career radio standards and early developmental quirkiness.

“Jean Genie” has never been a favorite song of mine.  This version adds piano solos and riffing.  The tune becomes yet another stand out so that it is very difficult to decide which is the best moment in this melodic waterfall of excellence.  “Ashes to Ashes” perhaps?

Thierry Mugler and Armin van Zutphen designed the witty and colorful costumes with shoes by Jan Jansen.  Mr. Ratzke has an imposing stage presence.  He is a space oddity with his elaborately styled mane of hair.  The impressively restrained lighting design enhances this show considerably.  I found the evening to be as magical as it is nostalgic.

In an encore at the end of the Where Are We Now, Mr. Ratzke will ask “Is There Life on Mars?”  He sings about the film being a saddening bore.  This show is anything but that.  If you are unable to catch this extraordinarily conceived and performed entertainment this week, he will be back in May at Joe’s Pub.  Don’t commit a “Rock’n Roll Suicide” and miss this opportunity to slow down and listen.  Expressive lyricism and wistful introspection await the lucky theatergoer.

Where We Are now is being performed in The Downstairs at La Mama through December 21, 2019.

www.lamama.org

A Christmas Carol in Harlem (The Classical Theatre of Harlem)

A close friend recently told me there was no cure for climate change.  Too many people are on the planet.  He theorized the solution was to eliminate two-thirds of the world’s population.  Ebenezer Scrooge also shares the same sentiment.  If the sick and downtrodden cannot survive then they will help “decrease the surplus population.”  A Christmas Carol in Harlem updates Charles Dickens’ classic novella into modern times with a socially contemplative spin.

Charles Bernard Murray is a miserable Scrooge and that is a compliment.  He is a landlord who boasts “tis the season to pay rent.”  A social worker Sierra Jones (Ure Egbuho) pleads with him to not raise rents so high that people are forced out of their homes.  “There’s welfare for that,” Scrooge replies.  “Many are not faring well,” she counters.  The rallying cry is bluntly delivered.  “Harlem, are you tired of the increasing number of empty store fronts?”  This story is localized and laser beam focused on its neighborhood.

Scrooge is a classic miser.  For him, Christmas is about wasting money from online sales to throw away trees.  He tells Ms. Jones that he always follows the law when charging tenants.  Her well-written response: “laws by design make fairness elusive.”  Many topical points are raised in this story to bring themes from the Victorian era into present day Harlem.

The structure of Dickens’ story is followed from the Cratchit family’s financial woes to the ghost visitations.  Eryn Barnes acrobatically performs the Ghost of Christmas Past.  Her enjoyable take on the role is limber, casually stylish and unique.  This section of A Christmas Carol in Harlem is a high point.  Scrooge revisits his old workplace, a packing and shipping facility.  A rousing ensemble number singing “underneath the mistletoe” is fun.  This is one of many moments that Alan C. Edwards’ lighting design is used to excellent effect.

The staging of this musical is filled with visual treats from costumes (Lex Liang and Margaret Goldrainer) to varied entrances and exits.  The set design (Izmir Ickbal) is a clever set of boxes with window cutouts to represent city buildings.  They will shuffle around as the story requires and also hold props.  The projections (Maxwell Bowman) nicely enhance the simple settings.  The playground fence with a hole in it was wholly recognizable.

Director Carl Cofield and Choreographer Tiffany Rea-Fisher have inserted interesting transitions using their ensemble to represent the hustle and bustle of a city.  The scene change between the office and the clock store was especially good and led to a very funny cameo by Angela Polite as the Clock Shop Lady.

Not every moment in this show is at that same level.  The more serious sections slow momentum until the next bit of sparkle arrives.  This musical is clearly a family entertainment.  Playwright Shawn René Graham has written this version to be locally focused and easily relatable to its target audience.  A few social concern points, however, come across as messages delivered by standing on a soapbox rather than through organic dialogue.

What is particularly rewarding about this take on the parsimonious Scrooge are the bigger picture lessons which this theater company is passionate about communicating.  Harlem used to be a cultural mecca as exemplified by the past glories of the Lenox Lounge and the Savoy.  There is an urgent plea to make arts thrive again in this community to enrich the neighborhood and, by extension, reflect its people and their lives.

The overarching theme of A Christmas Carol in Harlem is to keep the holiday spirit alive throughout the year.  Worldwide problems like climate change and income inequality can seem daunting and unsolvable.  This musical beautifully presents an alternative to giving up.  Every person can make a difference.  Start by taking care of one child at a time followed by one family.  Incremental steps will lead to taking care of one building at a time and then one block at a time.  That is the recommended prescription to bringing joy back to a neighborhood.  Isn’t that the true meaning of Christmas?

A Christmas Carol in Harlem is playing through December 21, 2019 in Aaron Davis Hall at City College.

www.cthnyc.org

The Giant Hoax (Indieworks Theatre)

In the musical Barnum, a song lyric compels you to “join the circus like you wanted to, when you were a kid.”  In the family friendly new musical The Giant Hoax, a young farm girl named Emily will do just that.  She’s heard about the Cardiff Giant and wants to see the amazing wonder for herself.  Emily runs away from home and will learn some valuable lessons, meet an assortment of colorful characters and sing about “Wonderful Things.”

Scenic Designer Theron Wineinger places you into the period immediately when you enter the theater.  There’s a shiny red and white circus tent.  The sign promises the “one and only Cardiff Giant” who is ten feet tall and weighs 2990 pounds.  The Albany Daily newspaper headline reads “Scientists Question Authenticity of Giant Man Uncovered in Cardiff.”

This musical is inspired by one of the most famous hoaxes in American history.  On October 16, 1869, workers digging a well behind the barn of William C. “Stub” Newell found a purported petrified man.  Stub (Forest Vandyke) pitched a tent over this discovery and charged twenty five cents for people who wanted to see this colossal human ancestor.

Stub and Emily open the show with a song called “The Cardiff Giant.”  The entire ensemble is noticeably alive with energy.  Emily will see the giant and befriend him.  Their duet is “Imaginary Friends.”  Emily joins Stub’s business and learns some tips about salesmanship and the power of carnival barking.

P. T. Barnum took notice of this profitable phenomenon.  When his offer to buy the novelty was rebuked, he famously made his own version.  (Both versions, incredibly, are on display in museums today.)  Kit Goldstein Grant wrote the book, music and lyrics for The Giant Hoax.  The storytelling is creative and clear.  The songs are pleasantly simple and tuneful.  I dare you to see this show and not exit the theater singing “beautiful things/ beautiful things/ believe in these/ beautiful things.”

This musical, however, does not pander to its target young people audience.  Themes about blind faith, greed and trustworthiness are placed front and center.  Barnum (Paul Aguirre) himself makes that very clear.  “It’s the American way to steal ideas and make them pay.”  Emily’s childlike beliefs and her naiveté will be challenged as she escapes the comforts of home and mother.

The Giant Hoax is memorably staged by Director Christopher Michaels to evoke this particular time period and this bizarrely entertaining story.  The creative elements are outstanding and well coordinated.  Tyler Carlton Williams’ costumes are nicely realistic.  Noel Williams’ puppet design of the giant creates a sense of wonder and an impression of enormity.  The lighting design by Conor Martin Mulligan is superb.  The old fashioned shadow effects are stunning.

There are many elements to enjoy in The Giant Hoax.  The story is an incredible combination of American chutzpah and American gullibility.  People flocked to see this exhibit as proof of the Bible.  Genesis 6:4 mentions giants in the earth.  Dr. Martin (Yvette Monique Clark) from the Yale School of Paleontology begs to differ.  (Ms. Clark is my first choice to play Niecy Nash in her biographical musical.)

Performances are solid across the board.  Staci Stout is a believably wide-eyed Emily.  She’s a smart young lady facing a complicated big world for the first time.  Daniel Moser’s giant is vividly embodied.  The direction and performance of the ensemble is to be commended.  Everyone seems to have a purpose to be onstage which enriches the entire viewing experience.

There are quite a few song reprises in The Giant Hoax which unnecessarily elongate this musical.  In addition, a few distracting side stories – such as the one about the two other kids – do not seem integral to the main plot.  A tighter show would be even more welcome, especially when given a production this thoughtful and imaginative.

The Giant Hoax is running until December 7, 2019 at Theatre Row.

www.bfany.org/theatre-row

www.indieworks.com

Broadbend, Arkansas (Transport Group)

There seems to be an endless stream of theater in New York about racial issues prior to the Civil Rights Act and beyond.  Many of them are musicals and quite a number I’ve seen focus on the Freedom Riders.  Broadbend, Arkansas is another one.  This one aims for chamber piece.  The show is baffling, incoherent, poorly staged and seems to lack a reason to exist.

Act I takes place in 1961.  Benny (Justin Cunningham) is an orderly in a nursing home.  He takes care of “ornery white women.”  There is a lot of time spent on a story of two of them.  One is a patient.  The other is Julynne, the woman who runs the facility.  There is a bizarre storyline about the two women fighting over the love of a dead man.  Benny tells and sings about all of this.

Benny has twin daughters but hears the calling of a movement gathering momentum.  He decides to meet up with the Freedom Riders who are riding interstate buses to protest the non-enforcement of civil rights laws.  He is killed by a white police officer for no reason during a traffic stop.  None of this has any dramatic tension whatsoever.  The spoken theme is obvious:  “when you are after justice, you do what it takes.”

His daughters were raised by Julynne who ran the nursing home.  In the second act, his daughter Ruby travels to a cemetery where Benny and Julynne are buried next to each other.  The time is 1988.  Ruby is grieving because her teenage son is in the hospital.  He was brutally beaten by police officers who apparently were “forced” to subdue him.  This act is far better than the first but it also drags on and on.

Danyel Fulton has a lovely voice and came much closer to conveying the emotional heft required of this material.  To be fair, her half was clearly better written.  The libretto was by Ellen Fitzhugh and Harrison David Rivers with music by Ted Shen.

There is no set, just a couple of chairs.  There is not a set designer credited but there is a “scenic consultant.”  The placement of the chairs?  The orchestra sits behind the large platform.  That was ill advised since I found myself watching them playing an intermittently enjoyable jazzy score.  The material is deadly serious but totally confusing.  Placing this unfocused material on a completely bare stage is so odd as to be impossible to fathom.

In every show, there are nuggets to be savored.  Ruby discusses what it’s like to be a black girl in a mixed race school as a child.  She shares her thoughts when asked, “what do you want to be when you grow up?”  She just picks someone else’s answer.  As a minority she knows “some people’s dreams are less like dreams and more like a foregone conclusion.”  An insightful and effective line.  You have to search hard – and stay very focused – to hear them.

I am an enormous fan of the Transport Group’s work and Jack Cummings III who directed this misguided effort.  This company has been on a tear recently with exceptional productions including Renascence, Summer and Smoke, The Trial of the Catonsville Nine and Picnic.  I understand that the point being made in Broadbend, Arkansas relates to our continuing national strife over racism.  “We must get back on that bus.”  Theater cannot simply topical and relevant.  It also has to be far, far better than this to be recommended.  Frankly, I was blown away that this show was so awful.

Broadbend, Arkansas is playing at the Duke on 42nd Street until November, 23, 2019.

www.transportgroup.org

An Enchanted April

Isn’t is nice to know that a month in a medieval castle in Italy is just the right prescription to shake off the blues?  An Enchanted April is a new musical from the Utah Lyric Opera having its New York premiere.  The story is an adaptation of Elizabeth Von Arnim’s 1922 bestselling novel.  The stifling and endless rain in London prompts four dissimilar women to pause for a moment and take a holiday.

This castle is overflowing with wisteria and enveloped in life altering beauty.  Lotty Wilkins and Rose Arbuthnot belong to the same ladies’ club.  They are not acquainted until Lotty strikes up a conversation.  She is reading a newspaper and sees an ad for San Salvatore.  A month long trip is proposed.  Rose thinks Lotty is quite mad and unbalanced.  Eventually these two women will bond over their unhappy marriages.

Lotty is the dutiful wife to her unappreciative lawyer husband Mellersh (Jim Stanek).  Rose is a quiet type who is absorbed with her charity work.  Her husband Frederick is an author of lurid and titillating novels.  This couple’s relationship my be approaching a dead end.  Their duet, “Everything Was Changed,” is the best song in the show.

Lotty is boisterous and fun.  She doesn’t “mean to be presumptuous and rude, I just am.”  Rose sulks into her books but nervously and excitedly agrees to take the trip.  The rental is very costly, however, so they recruit two additional women to join them.

Mrs. Fisher (Alma Cuervo) is an elderly lady still clinging to her proper Victorian ideals.  She believes “women’s heads are not for thinking.”  Lady Caroline Dester (Gena Sims) is newly engaged but desperately wants to escape the burdens of London society and her celebrity in order to think.  World War I and other tragedies have impacted everyone’s life and mood.  Breathing in the fresh air should be a restorative therapy.

Toss in the castle’s current owner, Thomas Briggs (Peter Reid Lambert), and the gong happy maid, Francesca (Melody Meeks Putnam), and you’ve got a spicy bucatini arrabiata.  Well, not exactly.  These are English stereotypes from 1922 after all.  An Enchanted April is more of a pesto; herbaceous, comforting, recognizable and easily enjoyable, if a tad cheesy.

Elizabeth Hansen and C. Michael Perry wrote this musical.  The score and tone fit seamlessly with the story.  Rhymes are often fun, such as “rules” and “drools.”  William Armstrong’s scenic and lighting design transports these women from depressing London to glorious Tuscany on a shoestring budget.  Alice Jankell’s direction uses limited space creatively which readily accommodates both intimate conversations and awkward tea parties.

An Enchanted April is a sentimental, romantic trifle.  There should be a large audience eager to see this musical, especially in regional theaters.  The show could definitely benefit from a little editing.  Seven reprises is probably too many.  There may be more solos than necessary as well.   Stylistically, the frequent belting vocals seem slightly incongruous with the period.

From start to finish, however, this musical aims to please and entertain.  On that level it succeeds.  The entire cast created nice characterizations and made their story arcs believable without being hokey.  Or, rather, just the right amount of hokey.  Romance, relaxation, reflection and reinvention was in the air!

Christiana Cole’s singing as the introverted Rose was richly melodic.  Leah Hocking’s Lotty is humorously dotty and her facial expressions were priceless.  She sums up San Salvatore in the way I might regard this tuneful new musical.  “We might not need a dungeon… but it is nice to have.”

www.bfany.org/theatrerow.com

www.utahlyric.org

Cyrano (The New Group)

Before the show begins, a sole leaf drifted down to the stage.  The comment could not be avoided.  All you can think is “autumn is coming.”  Fans of Game of Thrones have gathered to see Emmy winner Peter Dinklage take on Cyrano based on Edmond Rostand’s 1897 classic play.

Leaves will fall later in this woefully dull musical so I assume the preview was a tiny technical snafu.  Mr. Dinklage’s wife Erica Schmidt has adapted and directed this tale with music from Grammy Award winning rock band The National.  Cyrano the ugly is in love with the beauty Roxanne but she instead yearns for a man with physical rather than intellectual enchantments.  The story clearly feels right for a musical (which has indeed been attempted before).

The book is fairly leaden from the start and the songs, unfortunately, make it worse.  This one is hard to sit through.  The production interestingly aims for chamber-like dirge but there are few sparks to suggest passion on the stage.  Everyone does not seem to be in the same show.

Mr. Dinklage’s dwarfism replaces the long nose of the character as written.  That choice is inspired.  His performance is good and his gravelly singing voice works well with the mood.  The songs are all unremarkable so it is hard to say that his Cyrano was especially memorable.  He does, however, know how to firmly command a stage.  His pain is palpably rendered.

Jasmine Cephas Jones plays Roxanne.  She created the double role of “and Peggy” and Marie Reynolds in Hamilton.  I didn’t connect to her character in this production.  Roxanne is shallow and favors the handsome Christian over the stylized letter writings of a heartbroken Cyrano.  His pain is visibly evident.  Her desirability is not necessarily so but I felt the shallow angle was handled nicely.

As Christian, Blake Jenner fares best in the part which is self-described as “I can’t write a letter.  I’m so stupid, it’s shameful.”  He sings more beautifully than everyone on the stage which makes the physical attractiveness of his character work and stand out.  On the other hand, everyone else’s singing pales by comparison.  The musical never quite gels as a result.

Some of the scenes are creatively moody and cleverly work to showcase the two men wooing Roxanne through their different selves.  Ms. Schmidt’s take on Macbeth with school girls last season was tensely disturbing and visually arresting.  Here, the mood is set but what happens feels staged and fake.  The war scene in the second act goes on and on.  The slow motion choreography by Jeff and Rick Kuperman attempted to add gravitas to the moments.  The result was a overlong war ballet with large rifles.

Fans of Peter Dinklage will find this Cyrano a reason to spend time watching a marvelous actor brave this classic tale on stage.  The New Group has been producing star vehicles in recent seasons.  The results have been mixed.  This show, sadly, is hard to recommend.

Cyrano is being performed at the Daryl Roth Theatre until December 22, 2019.

www.thenewgroup.org

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All Hallow’s Eve

Halloween can take many forms when packaged for entertainment.  There’s the Elvira-type with its campy clowning (“grab your tools, boys, and let’s start banging”).  A spooky funhouse usually contains a few thrills and chills.  Jumpy people like myself steer clear.  Slasher films aim to terrify.  This holiday can effectively play to many styles.  All Hallow’s Eve deliciously bills itself as “a wild, eclectic horror musical with puppets.”

This quasi-immersive theater piece takes the audience through a series of rooms.  The first stop is outside a home which has been seriously decked out for trick or treaters.  Mom (Marca Leigh) is dressed as a witch and she is fully stoked for an excellent day.  Preparations are nearing completion.  Ominously named daughter Eve (Haley Jenkins) is testing the moving ghosts attached to the clothesline.  She’s wearing the classic sheet with eye holes and dryly remarks about being a Ralph Lauren ghost.

Dad goes along with the program but is really focused on scoring Mars candy bars.  Eve has a twin brother Evan (Spencer Lott).  While mom clings to her traditions, the kids just want to get candy and toilet paper some houses.  Mom quickly relents and their adventure begins.  The twins sing a song which comments on this nostalgic opening.  “Necco wafers, what are those?”

After an awkward transition into the next area, the puppet show begins in earnest.  The kids start their papering project.  On a small stage, a chorus of cute, silly and clever puppets come alive.  They are manipulated by an ensemble completely covered in black.  You know they are there but the effect allows for Kaitee Yaeko Tredway’s wacky choreography.  Evan sees a button that says “press.”  Uh oh.

Follow me says the mistress of the house.  She is simply named Witch (Jennifer Barnhart).  Her persona is a little Elvira and a lot of Ru Paul’s Drag Race. She has the culinary yearnings of Dr. Frank-n-Furter with her assortment of puppet co-conspirators.  The kids may be in trouble.  What danger lurks while a storm rages?  The kind showcased by a Witch who fake plays a skeleton as the band accompanies her on a vibraphone.

This musical then veers in many directions from silly to macabre, never quite reaching its spine-tingling ambitions.  The best section, by far, is an inspired show-within-a-show.  The Witch plays her marionettes from high above.  They dance and tell jokes.  Her sidekick PumpkinMan (Tyler Bunch) offers enthusiastic and dim-witted support.  I laughed.

The puppets are impressive and so is the talent that created this show.  Martin P. Robinson wrote and directed All Hallow’s Eve.  He is the man who built, designed and performed Audrey II in the original Little Shop of Horrors.  Best known for his thirty years or work on Sesame Street, he performed Telly Monster, Mr. Snuffleupagus and others.  Mr. Robinson was also the animatronic puppeteer for the character of Leonardo in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  It’s not a surprise, therefore, that these puppets are very inventive and interestingly manipulated.  A number of transformations are outstanding.

Musical Director Paul Rudolph composed the score for this musical.  I detected a whiff of Rocky Horror in at least one song.  The story wanders from jokey to menacing and back again.  The laughs are generally not big enough.  Will the kids ever escape this Witch and her band of evildoers?  No real tension is created which undermines the spookier parts.  The puppet variations, however, always draw your eye into the visuals (even as your brain checks out on the plot).

Immersive theater is thriving in New York.  All Hallow’s Eve isn’t quite ready for the big show yet.  The puppets are truly a treat. The trick to making this creative endeavor soar are even funnier jokes, better tunes, sharper edges, a further developed plot and, most importantly, better management of the audience.  A minor Halloween diversion today.  Let’s hope this matures into a nostalgic and eerie must-see tomorrow.

All Hallow’s Eve is running through November 2, 2019 at the Connelly Theater.

www.allhallowsevemusical.com

Scotland, PA (Roundabout Theatre)

The road sign is for Exit 20.  The Point of Interest is marked closed.  Scotland, PA is a nowhere town in the fall of 1975.  A dead end job at Duncan’s Cafe won’t provide access to the American Dream.  That doesn’t mean Mac and Pat aren’t capable of improving their station in life.  They just need to take their ideas and put them into action.

This new musical is based on a 2001 film which was a modern adaptation of Shakespeare’s Macbeth.  The show opens with three amusing stoners who substitute for the witches.  The characters include Mac, Duncan, Pat (Lady Macbeth), Banko and a detective named Peg McDuff.  The setting is a hamburger joint.  The political ambition in the Bard’s play is replaced by old-fashioned capitalistic greed.  Out, out damned spot with fries.

Mac has innovative notions to improve the restaurant.  Duncan (Jeb Brown) is a caricature of the vision-impaired American businessman.  He is all swagger and ego.  He will not entertain any thoughts of chicken nuggets.  Pat tells Mac that “we deserve more than a rusty trailer with a space heater.”  Like many Americans, “Everybody’s Hungry.”  The line which sums it all up:  “everything worth fighting for is even better when there’s more.”

Underachievers making up for lost time, Mac and Pat put a plan together to improve their situation in life.  A wild ride through forests of sarcasm, fields of musical comedy and graveyards of horror follow.  1970’s style tunes accompany all of this “wink wink” silliness but there is an excessive quantity of power ballads.  This show falls short of achieving the ambitions craved by its main characters.

There is a lot to enjoy in Scotland, PA.  Two musical numbers clearly stand out from the rest.  They are both are excellent character songs.  A very funny Jay Armstrong Johnson throws a “Kick-Ass Party” as the burnt out cook Banko.  The restaurant owner’s petulant son Malcolm (Will Meyers) introduces the instantly unforgettable new classic, “Why I Love Football.”  Those two moments are the high points in this score written by Adam Gwon.

That two supporting roles have the best songs is not necessarily the problem.  The rest of the show is simply not at that same level.  Michael Mitnick’s book is cleverly cute and winningly repulsive but many jokes fall flat.  Anna Louizos’ set design wittily takes every opportunity to playfully lambaste the McDonald’s chain.  The performances are fine.  Everything does not add up to greatness which is too bad because this one had a shot.

Directed by Lonny Price, this musical aspires to combine rock and roll with a commentary on the pitfalls of unchecked financial greed and self-promotion.  Given the current headlines surrounding the extraordinary corruption and lawlessness of the Trump administration, a comedic rumination on a spiraling modern Macbeth seems timely.  The show is much like the Democrats in Congress.  The smart elements are there but something critical is missing to run the football all the way to a touchdown.

Jeb Brown and Taylor Iman Jones have warm chemistry as the updated Macbeth villains.  True to form, the Lady provides the catalyst from which there will be no inner peace.  Both actors have big story arcs and many moments to shine.  When Peg McDuff arrives, she sees herself as the avenging hero.  Megan Lawrence is hysterical in the part.

So why is Scotland, PA just mildly entertaining?  The concept is inspired.  The book and music are not memorable enough to sustain an entire show.  The denouement is devilishly disturbing but there are too many lulls along the way.  In summation, this musical is “a tale… full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”

Scotland, PA is running at the Laura Pels Theatre through December 8, 2019.

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Ride the Cyclone (Jungle Theater, Minneapolis, MN)

I missed an opportunity to see Ride the Cyclone when it appeared Off-Broadway in 2016.  As someone who once drove west and made an overnight detour to Cedar Point, the proclaimed “roller coaster capital of the world,” this material seemed right up my alley.  Indeed it was.  I am very fortunate to have waited to enjoy this riotously hilarious production at Minneapolis’ Jungle Theater.

Confidently and creatively written by Jacob Richmond and Brooke Maxwell, this charmingly spooky musical begins with a headless girl singing the mournful “Dream of Life.”  She and five others have perished in a horrific carnival accident when the coaster’s inversion goes awry.  Karnak is the host of this show.  For those who remember the fortune telling machine Zoltar, this version is a dryly sarcastic and very funny caricature.  Karnak informs the dead kids there will be an afterlife challenge.  As a result, one winner will return to the living.

A ghoulish cabaret emerges from that offbeat premise.  Ride the Cyclone is filled with memorable character songs and laughs galore.  Karnak doesn’t exactly relish his job.  “To be told the time and place of your death with a mouthful of corn dog is the opposite of fun.”  One by one, the recently departed will make their case.  More accurately, they sing about their personalities, dreams, worries and assorted teenage angst.

These kids are all members of a chorale group.  You can guess the stereotypes on display.  Ultra peppy Ocean (Shinah Brashears) has a catch phrase.  She boasts “Democracy Rocks!”  Her sidekick best friend is Constance (Gabrielle Dominique), thrice voted the nicest girl in homeroom.  Her inner turmoils will be exposed.  Noel is the gay kid who fantasizes about being “a hooker with a heart of black charcoal” in arguably the show’s best number, “Noel’s Lament.”

Rounding out the gang of corpses is the adopted Ukranian Mischa, the sickly Ricky and Jane Doe.  Mischa fancies himself a rapper and pines for an internet love.  Ricky (Jordan M. Leggett) had crutches and couldn’t speak when living but now has freedom in death.  Jane Doe is the poor soul who lost her head and was never identified.  She is hauntingly portrayed as a creepy mannequin.

Ride the Cyclone is silly fun from start to finish.  This show combines Halloween-style chills with musical comedy thrills.  The joke-filled book is very funny and the songs are varied and clever.  This musical is a cabaret concert set in an old school carnival which has been unearthed from dusty memories of yesteryear.  The period set was designed by Chelsea M. Warren and was nicely lit by Marcus Dillard.

Production values were high across the board from the energetic direction by Sarah Rasmussen to the zany choreography by Jim Lichtscheidl.  Each performer stands out in their spotlight moments and effectively provides ensemble support.  The stage is often a whirl of activity with deftly conceived quieter, moody moments.  Projections designed by Kathy Maxwell conjure nostalgic memories while also adding significant visual appeal to this staging.

Only one song came across as flat and overlong.  The musical numbers were hugely engaging, deliciously irreverent, a little sweet and occasionally sour (and sometimes all of those at once).  The goofy delights never cease although the show contains an underlying melancholy.  This deepens the material from fun-in-purgatory kid’s concert to a more subtle and briefly rueful meditation on the gift of life.

Jim Lichtscheidl was a fantastic Karnak, snarky and mechanical.  The kids may be nerdy stereotypes but this talented cast winningly made them come alive, even in death.  I especially enjoyed Becca Hart’s ethereally headless Jane Doe, Michael Hanna’s deep voiced Ukranian lover and alcoholic-to-be Mischa and Josh Zwick’s memorable channeling of Marlene Dietrich (and others) as Noel.  Everyone, however, made me laugh hard and frequently.

Ride the Cyclone is a winner.  This musical comedy is a lightly edgy amusement which has been sprinkled with the macabre and dipped in ridiculousness.  Purchase your ticket, get on and take a ride wherever you can find this little gem.

Ride the Cyclone completed its run at The Jungle Theater on October 20, 2019.  Their next show will be the holiday themed Miss Bennett:  Christmas at Pemberley.  

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