Wow! Act One of this show is not to be believed-- an absolutely magical marriage of design and movement and emotion and dance, song and story. This write up will be a true love letter to the show and its inspired creators.
Hot tears rolled down our cheeks as each new scene started with a simple sketch projected over moving set pieces that morphed into a fully realized view of a Paris we had never seen onstage till now. Sets danced, bicycles rolled past, ensemble groupings poignantly showed us the story of the end of the war told entirely in dance. We saw joy during electrical blackouts, love affairs join and uncouple, fashions shift in an instant from wartime drab to the ravishing pastels of Dior's New Look, all bathed in the magical glow of sunsets and moonbeams bouncing of the Seine.
This is the rare work of at least 5 geniuses working in tandem in a way we have seldom seen before-- Christopher Wheeldon (director/choreo), Craig Lucas (book), Bob Crowley (sets and costumes), Natasha Katz (that lighting!), and 59 Productions (projection design). To which of course get added 2 more geniuses in George and Ira Gershwin, but we've seen most of these songs in other less distinguished packaging of the Gershwin oeuvre before. No, this is something different and altogether new: a vision of postwar Paris so complete and hypnotic that the songs seem newly hatched just for this production.
The performances invert the imbalances in the film where Gene Kelly and Oscar Levant outshone everything else. Here the performances of Leanne Cope and Jill Paice make you love the girls Lise and Milo so much that the boys have a little catching up to do. No matter. When the dancing takes over, everyone on that stage is magnificent-- everything is in perfect balance.
Weaknesses? Well, there's Act II, I'm sorry to say, with its wimpy, nonsensical "Fidgety Feet" opener, some less than stirring ballads ("Who Cares" indeed!), and a mundane "Stairway to Paradise" (I guess they had to forego MGM's light-up staircase due to copyright infringement, but still). So would the big ballet save all? Nope, not really. Designed in a constructivist Mondrian-lite style, it was diverting but in no way the romantic apotheosis of all that gone before. Even the orchestra seemed underpowered here. And Bob Crowley's scenic stunner for its final beats (which I won't divulge here) was smart and clever but didn't grab your heart like his better work in Act I had.
That said, I say head to this Paris address the sooner the better. Be prepared to be entertained by Act II, but get ready for Act I to sweep you off your feet.
Updated On: 4/5/15 at 08:04 AM