SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE is one of STEPHEN SONDHEIM'S true masterpieces, with a wonderful book by JAMES LAPINE. It opened May 2, 1984, at the Booth Theatre and ran for 604 performances.
In SUNDAY, Georges and George struggle to connect to their respective acquaintances, friends and lovers.
In one famous ACT ONE song, George reveals why this is, why painters struggle so much to connect with others.
Why is this? What makes Georges and painters unable to connect?
A very obscure Trivial Pursuit today, so GOOD LUCK!!!
They're obsessed with "Finishing the Hat" or their art, instead of nurturing their relationships.
Will: They don't give out awards for helping people be gay... unless you count the Tonys.
"I guarantee that we'll have tough
times. I guarantee that at some point
one or both of us will want to get out.
But I also guarantee that if I don't
ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for
the rest of my life..."
c'mon, Paradox, just squint and my answer is correct. Like with Seurat's work, change your focus and the picture emerges differently. i'm close enough.
Will: They don't give out awards for helping people be gay... unless you count the Tonys.
"I guarantee that we'll have tough
times. I guarantee that at some point
one or both of us will want to get out.
But I also guarantee that if I don't
ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for
the rest of my life..."
Your Prizes: An all-expenses paid trip to late 19th-Century France, and every Sunday you will visit the Island of La Grande Jatte, to be painted by a highly underappreciated and obsessive artist.
You are to be preserved for ever in a series of dots. But don't worry about bringing warm clothes, it's very HOT UP HERE...
GEORGES Mademoiselles... (turns a page) You end me, pal... (turns another page) Second bottle... Ah, she looks for me... Bonnet flapping... Yapping... Ruff!... Chicken... Pastry... Yes, she looks for me-good. Let her look for me to tell me why she left me- As I always knew she would. I had thought she understood. They have never understood, And no reason that they should. But if anybody could... Finishing the hat, How you have to finish the hat. How you watch the rest of the world From a window While you finish the hat.
Mapping out a sky. What you feel like, planning a sky. What you feel when voices that come Through the window Go Until they distance and die, Until there's nothing but sky And how you're always turning back too late From the grass or the stick Or the dog or the light, How the kind of woman willing to wait's Not the kind that you want to find waiting To return you to the night, Dizzy from the height, Coming from the hat, Studying the hat, Entering the world of the hat, Reaching through the world of the hat Like a window, Back to this one from that.
Studying a face, Stepping back to look at a face Leaves a little space in the way like a window, But to see- It's the only way to see.
And when the woman that you wanted goes, You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give." But the women who won't wait for you knows That, however you live, There's a part of you always standing by, Mapping out the sky, Finishing a hat... Starting on a hat.. Finishing a hat... (shows sketch to Fifi) Look, I made a hat...
DOT (looking in the direction of George's departure from the park) Hello, George... Where did you go, George? I know you're near, George. I caught your eyes, George. I want your ear, George. I've a surprise, George...
Everybody loves Louis, Louis' simple and kind. Everybody loves Louis, Louis' lovable Seems we never know, do we, Who we're going to find? And Louis the baker is not what I had in mind. But...
Louis' really an artist: Louis' cakes are an art. Louis isn't the smartest- Louis' popular. Everybody loves Louis, Louis bakes from the heart...
The bread, George. I mean the bread, George. And then in bed, George... I mean he kneads me- I mean like dough, George... Hello, George...
Louis' always so pleasant, Louis' always so fair. Louis makes you feel present, Louis' generous. That's the thing about Louis Louis always is "there." Louis' thoughts are not hard to follow, Louis' art is not hard to swallow.
Not that Louis' perfection- That's what makes him ideal. Hardly anything worth objection: Louis drinks a bit, Louis blinks a bit. Louis makes a connection, That's the thing that you feel... We lose things. And then we choose things. And there are Louis's And there are Georges- Well, Louis's And George. But George has George, And I need- Someone- Louis- (Louis gives her a pastry and leaves.) Everybody loves Louis, Him as well as his cakes. Everybody loves Louis, Me included, George. Not afraid to be gooey, Louis sells what he makes. Everybody gets along him. That's the trouble, nothing's wrong with him.
Louis has to bake his way, George can only bake his... (bites into the pastry) Louis it is. (Dot goes off.)