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This review is pretty good. It is amazing how one show can ignite so many different reactions.
Bridging the gap
The next big innovation on Broadway will be a little musical from Brooklyn'
Monday, October 25, 2004
Tony Brown Plain Dealer Theater Critic
New York
They say the greatest symbolic distance between failure and success is right across a bridge the Brooklyn Bridge from gritty, working-class Brooklyn to the glittering lights of Manhattan.
Now the outer borough has shown a thing or two to almighty Broadway.
"Brooklyn: The Musical," which opened late last week at the Plymouth Theatre, has been the center of attention on Broadway for months because it is the only new musical premiering this fall on the Great White Way.
When the pop/R&B urban fairy tale finally made its long-awaited opening, the New York theater-reviewing establishment was not particularly impressed, calling it cliched and cloying.
But I'm going to go out on a critical limb here and say that years from now, "Brooklyn" will have a revered place in music-theater history as the landmark musical of the first decade of the third millennium, an astounding feat for first-time Broadway composer-lyricists Mark Schoenfeld and Barri McPherson.
And it will be remembered as the show that made Eden Espinosa, a little girl with a voice bigger than Prospect Park, a star. The rest of the cast veterans Kevin Anderson and Cleavant Derricks and relative newcomers Ramona Keller and Karen Olivo isn't bad either.
"Brooklyn" is a little musical with a five-member cast, a $6.75 million budget and what at first might appear to be a ridiculous story. But this particular fairy tale deals head-on with Vietnam War veterans and drug addiction. And though humble about doing so, it achieves Truth with a capital "T."
A young street singer named Brooklyn (Espinosa, an angel who can growl or purr at altitudes that would make even Mount Everest blush), raised by the Sisters of Charity after her mother hanged herself, leaves Paris for New York in search of her long-lost, heroin-addict father (the shaggily handsome Anderson).
Brooklyn gets tangled up with a smart-mouthed hooker named Paradice (Keller, who has lungs like Tina Turner and the in-your-face comic chops of Whoopi Goldberg) - as in "Pair-of-Dice," get it? - and the two sing it out in an "American Idol"-style contest.
Oh, and the set (by Ray Klausen) is strewn with garbage, to emphasize the musical's street creds, and the costumes (by Tobin Ost) are almost entirely made up of recycled trash for what the show calls a "Salvation Armani" look.
Isn't it all a bit silly? Well, yes. But also ingenious and rousing and somehow real.
The emotions at play here are so genuine - Schoenfeld once made a living collecting $40 a day in change singing on street corners in Brooklyn - you can't help but laugh with these lovable, streetwise characters. And cry with them, and want to sidle up to them. And just want to give them all a big group hug.
Second, Schoenfeld and McPherson's pop and R&B musical numbers are the real McCoy, capturing and communicating deep-felt emotions in words and music.
"Heart Behind These Hands" opens and closes the proceedings with the spiritual uplift of a gospel revival down South. "Streetsinger," belted out by the Tony Award-winning Derricks, packs a gut-punch. If you're still standing by then, Brooklyn's "Once Upon a Time" will deliver the knockout punch.
With its urban setting and its appeal to young audiences, "Brooklyn: The Musical" inevitably will be compared to "Rent." "Brooklyn" benefits by the comparison.
Unlike "Rent," which feels long and repetitious at 2 hours and 45 minutes, "Brooklyn" flies by in less than two hours, with no intermission. Director Jeff Calhoun, who last season brought Broadway the "Big River" revival that featured both hearing and hearing-impaired actors using spoken English and American Sign Language, never lets the pacing drag in "Brooklyn." At the same time, he never lets it feel rushed or regimented.
And while "Rent" is largely about middle-class youngsters who choose to live a gritty, inner-city lifestyle because they think it will inform their art, the denizens of "Brooklyn" practice their art to cope with the harsh realities in which they find themselves. They aren't "slumming"; they're struggling.
This struggle is so palpable that when the characters succeed, we succeed with them. "Brooklyn" makes an almost Brechtian appeal to its listeners, urging us to take to the streets, raise our arms in triumph and preach a healing gospel. In the same way that "Rent" was called the "Hair" of Generation X, "Brooklyn" feels like a secular "Godspell" for Generation Next.
And when the curtain falls, the audience cannot help but cheer because we feel as if we have been allowed to share a Broadway success story of the truest and rarest kind. The New York critics don't like it, which may or may not have an effect on the box office.
But even if it closes tomorrow (and it won't; audiences are responding even if the reviewers aren't), "Brooklyn" will have a long and lasting place among Broadway's great musicals. It might take years before it is fully appreciated.
But for those of us who have seen (and gotten) it, it is exhilarating.
At the Plymouth Theatre, 236 W. 45th St. Call 1-800-432-7250.
To reach this Plain Dealer reporter:
tbrown@plaind.com, 216-999-4181
Posted: 10/26/04 at 10:21pm
This review is pretty good. It is amazing how one show can ignite so many different reactions.
Bridging the gap
The next big innovation on Broadway will be a little musical from Brooklyn'
Monday, October 25, 2004
Tony Brown Plain Dealer Theater Critic
New York
They say the greatest symbolic distance between failure and success is right across a bridge the Brooklyn Bridge from gritty, working-class Brooklyn to the glittering lights of Manhattan.
Now the outer borough has shown a thing or two to almighty Broadway.
"Brooklyn: The Musical," which opened late last week at the Plymouth Theatre, has been the center of attention on Broadway for months because it is the only new musical premiering this fall on the Great White Way.
When the pop/R&B urban fairy tale finally made its long-awaited opening, the New York theater-reviewing establishment was not particularly impressed, calling it cliched and cloying.
But I'm going to go out on a critical limb here and say that years from now, "Brooklyn" will have a revered place in music-theater history as the landmark musical of the first decade of the third millennium, an astounding feat for first-time Broadway composer-lyricists Mark Schoenfeld and Barri McPherson.
And it will be remembered as the show that made Eden Espinosa, a little girl with a voice bigger than Prospect Park, a star. The rest of the cast veterans Kevin Anderson and Cleavant Derricks and relative newcomers Ramona Keller and Karen Olivo isn't bad either.
"Brooklyn" is a little musical with a five-member cast, a $6.75 million budget and what at first might appear to be a ridiculous story. But this particular fairy tale deals head-on with Vietnam War veterans and drug addiction. And though humble about doing so, it achieves Truth with a capital "T."
A young street singer named Brooklyn (Espinosa, an angel who can growl or purr at altitudes that would make even Mount Everest blush), raised by the Sisters of Charity after her mother hanged herself, leaves Paris for New York in search of her long-lost, heroin-addict father (the shaggily handsome Anderson).
Brooklyn gets tangled up with a smart-mouthed hooker named Paradice (Keller, who has lungs like Tina Turner and the in-your-face comic chops of Whoopi Goldberg) - as in "Pair-of-Dice," get it? - and the two sing it out in an "American Idol"-style contest.
Oh, and the set (by Ray Klausen) is strewn with garbage, to emphasize the musical's street creds, and the costumes (by Tobin Ost) are almost entirely made up of recycled trash for what the show calls a "Salvation Armani" look.
Isn't it all a bit silly? Well, yes. But also ingenious and rousing and somehow real.
The emotions at play here are so genuine - Schoenfeld once made a living collecting $40 a day in change singing on street corners in Brooklyn - you can't help but laugh with these lovable, streetwise characters. And cry with them, and want to sidle up to them. And just want to give them all a big group hug.
Second, Schoenfeld and McPherson's pop and R&B musical numbers are the real McCoy, capturing and communicating deep-felt emotions in words and music.
"Heart Behind These Hands" opens and closes the proceedings with the spiritual uplift of a gospel revival down South. "Streetsinger," belted out by the Tony Award-winning Derricks, packs a gut-punch. If you're still standing by then, Brooklyn's "Once Upon a Time" will deliver the knockout punch.
With its urban setting and its appeal to young audiences, "Brooklyn: The Musical" inevitably will be compared to "Rent." "Brooklyn" benefits by the comparison.
Unlike "Rent," which feels long and repetitious at 2 hours and 45 minutes, "Brooklyn" flies by in less than two hours, with no intermission. Director Jeff Calhoun, who last season brought Broadway the "Big River" revival that featured both hearing and hearing-impaired actors using spoken English and American Sign Language, never lets the pacing drag in "Brooklyn." At the same time, he never lets it feel rushed or regimented.
And while "Rent" is largely about middle-class youngsters who choose to live a gritty, inner-city lifestyle because they think it will inform their art, the denizens of "Brooklyn" practice their art to cope with the harsh realities in which they find themselves. They aren't "slumming"; they're struggling.
This struggle is so palpable that when the characters succeed, we succeed with them. "Brooklyn" makes an almost Brechtian appeal to its listeners, urging us to take to the streets, raise our arms in triumph and preach a healing gospel. In the same way that "Rent" was called the "Hair" of Generation X, "Brooklyn" feels like a secular "Godspell" for Generation Next.
And when the curtain falls, the audience cannot help but cheer because we feel as if we have been allowed to share a Broadway success story of the truest and rarest kind. The New York critics don't like it, which may or may not have an effect on the box office.
But even if it closes tomorrow (and it won't; audiences are responding even if the reviewers aren't), "Brooklyn" will have a long and lasting place among Broadway's great musicals. It might take years before it is fully appreciated.
But for those of us who have seen (and gotten) it, it is exhilarating.
At the Plymouth Theatre, 236 W. 45th St. Call 1-800-432-7250.
To reach this Plain Dealer reporter:
tbrown@plaind.com, 216-999-4181
