I saw the matinee today and found it to be a singularly frustrating production that seemed to be actively undermining my attempts to like it the entire time. Every time I thought a moment was strong, a scene was good, a visual was compelling, it felt like it immediately was followed by something baffling. And how can a production get rid of all the subtext of a show and end up with something that is less clear than it was?
Preshow is barely worth mentioning- pointless, except that the theater is nice and cool so you can beat the summer heat.
I do not understand this concept of the Emcee at all. Is Redmayne good or bad? I don't know, but he is Performing. It's a strange, but committed, and otherwordly performance, but the decision to turn the Emcee into an allegorical figure rooted in imagery and symbol over any discernible human element turns a seductive, grounded character into inscrutable performance art, one that left me trying to discern what, exactly, was being said with these choices. And these choices extend to all of the Kit Kat Club songs- weird tempo, confusing staging, gimmicky visual conceits. The lack of clarity around this central pillar of the musical ends up knocking the legs out from under the whole production for me.
I thought Rankin was excellent... in her book scenes. Her Sally is a layered, subtle, and deep characterization- believable, pitiful, desperate, and ultimately tragic. But then when she's doing one of her numbers, she is straitjacketed by Fracknell's conceit for the number. The title song is contortions and shouting, "Mein Herr" is languid and muddy.
Bebe and Skybell, both excellent as well.
Pedro Garza was on as Cliff and I thought he was very, very good! He leaned into Cliff's less pleasant characteristics- this is really the first time I realized that Cliff is kind of a dick to Sally, forcing his expectations onto her. It gave him more depth.
But overall I was just... frustrated. Frustrated because this should've been better. But ultimately, it felt like it was created by people who have never even been to a nightclub.
"...everyone finally shut up, and the audience could enjoy the beginning of the Anatevka Pogram in peace."