Back from New York City. Again, I want to thank everyone for their recommendations, especially about the best places to sit on a non-insane budget. I was glad we saw everything we did, and we were fortunate that hardly anyone was out. The only understudy we did see in a major role, Shavey Brown as Max in Sunset Blvd., gave a terrific performance. I’ll get around to writing about the last three musicals of the trip - all new - in a subsequent post. But here are my completely subjective thoughts on the first three:
Gypsy - I have never seen this famous musical live before, so I don’t have countless Roses to compare her to, but Audra McDonald put on an acting clinic. I was glad to be sitting up close just to watch her rage, charm, cajole, delude herself, and lose her mind. It’s such a great musical theater role, and I understand the objections that her voice isn’t totally right for the part. But this is where my unfamiliarity with past Roses helped. I didn’t care. McDonald was doing some of the best musical theater acting I have seen. Danny Burstein was a wonderful Herbie. I was less enthused about Jordan Tyson (who seemed over the top) and Joy Woods. Maybe the play always goes like this, but Woods’ Louise goes so quickly from a drip with no apparent talent or interest in show business (aside from her dance along Tulsa) to a confident striptease artist that it felt jarring. Leslie Margherita is hilarious as Tessie Tura.
Sunset Blvd. - Jamie Lloyd’s ‘look-at-me’ directing style just isn’t my thing. I felt like it undermined Nicole Scherzinger’s undeniable vocal talent. That was good enough for my wife and daughter, though they said later that it was only Scherzinger (and Shavey Brown as Max) they enjoyed. But I didn’t understand the purpose of Lloyd’s direction too much of the time. It’s played too silly in the first act, and the second act starts with Tom Francis’ whole ‘wander around backstage and onto the street’ bit. What was the point? The camera gimmicks only worked with Max. It was worth seeing, and ‘As If We Never Said Goodbye’ was a highlight of the trip despite all my other gripes.
Sondheim’s Old Friends - If I was writing a proper review, I would point out the many elements of this revue that don’t entirely work or feel cheesy. But who cares? Beth Leavel is great in ‘The Ladies Who Lunch’ and should have sang more. Bonnie Langford’s ‘I’m Still Here,’ though it uses an odd version, is fantastic. Lea Salonga does a nice job belting out a more traditional version of Everything’s Coming Up Roses,’ an interesting contrast from the previous evening. The young Maria Warries’ wonderful soprano is deployed throughout to great effect. (ETA: I forgot to mention Jeremy Secomb’s terrific Sweeney.) Bernadette Peters is technically the co-host, but she isn’t really. It’s very obvious who is in charge of the proceedings, and who provides its emotional core. She’s 77 and doesn’t have the vocal power she once did - and maybe she has bad nights. I may be biased, being enthused to finally see her in person, but I thought she was terrific even when her voice faltered a bit. Peters’ ability to act a song, to convey emotion, was wonderful to witness from the third row. Her ‘Send in the Clowns’ was especially moving. My wife, less biased than me, said it was the best version of the song she had ever heard. And then there were those moments when the years just fell away completely. Her one line in ‘Sunday’ - aside from being nostalgic for obvious reasons given that she originated the role - was perfect. And ‘Not a Day Goes By,’ which is partially a group number that is the most explicit tribute to Stephen Sondheim in the show, starts and ends with Peters at her absolute best. It was a thrill.
Updated On: 4/16/25 at 04:03 AM