Bernadette was on fire last night. A truly beautiful, raw, emotional performance. I can't remember the last time I heard a performer so connected to the text of "Send in the Clowns". And she and Hanson are so perfectly copacetic during "You Must Meet My Wife".
Elaine still misses a line here and there, but it's really nothing major. I know the script like the back of my hand, which is the only reason that I noticed; I'm sure someone unfamiliar wouldn't notice at all. She covered herself very well. Now that she has her lines in order, she's been able to carve out a fully committed performance. "Liaisons" is a mini-master class in how to act a song, and she's stunning in the book scenes. (She ad-libbed a couple of really funny lines last night as well, particularly in her first scene.) Her performance in Act II is everything you could want from a Madame Armfeldt.
The supporting cast just is what it is. Hanson is perfection; how was he not nominated for a Tony? Erin Davie now gets all the laughs, and deservedly so. Brava to her for making the character her own, rather than hueing to Nunn's ridiculous interpretation. Bradley Dean was on for Carl-Magnus (does Lazar ever perform anymore?) and didn't have a particularly good night vocally. Lots of straining. I've heard him sing before and know that he has a big, beautiful baritone voice, so I'm going to assume that it was an off night. Hunter Ryan Herdlicka and Ramona Mallory still grate me. And Leigh Ann Larkin...no.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body