I couldn't believe how little preparation front of house seemed to have at this point when I went last night. Nobody was able to confidently point our way, we were twice given incorrect information about where to go for seating, and what is usually the main August Wilson lobby space that everyone seems directed to pass through regardless of where their seat is was an absolute s***show. There was a wall of people watching the Amanda Palmer-esque performance fully blocking the bathroom. I kept being directed away as I tried to approach, then pointed back by others when I asked where I could use a restroom. I have really loved a number of actually immersive productions, but on Broadway, where crowd management and wildly varying levels of audience sophistication are more of an issue, it's consistently turned out to be a buzzword for "We're just going to try to sell you on a lot more very expensive drinks." Ultimately added nothing and did the exact opposite of transport me. The auditorium reconfiguration is impressive, though it basically feels like a less artistically specific (if perhaps more costly) retread of Great Comet. Chavkin's shows seemed to have a large influence in general, at least superficially. The buzz around this production also seemed to want us to forget the Henry Miller transformation into "The Kit Kat Klub"? Much ado.
The production I found to be alternately pretty confused and overly obvious, though I was entertained. I thought Act 2 fared better. The David Byrne/Bowie as the Thin White Duke conception of conformity and self-silencing, while again not exactly thematically coherent, was at least kind of interesting and an attempt at something new. Ultimately, I think trying to have its cake (the cabaret is a trendy queer haven that either exploits or celebrates the kind of gender diversity and queerness we expect in productions of the moment) and eat it too (the cabaret is a nigh-supernatural and puppet-like manifestation of dark forces of fascism, with the Emcee taking on an almost Pennywise-like dimension as its main human-shaped avatar) are...a hell of an odd combination. I think the difference of a few years since this production was mounted across the pond and now have likely not done it any favors for reasons too voluminous and complex for this post. I kind of wished for the whole thing to have a more intelligent and trenchant connection to the moment, but even in its darkest moments it feels a bit naive and superficial. And from the opening moments, the cabaret dancers felt like well-scrubbed theater students trying to Blue Steel their way into being creepy-kooky. I thought that some of the more expressionist moments at least looked cool, and helped when the staging in general began to feel repetitive.
Bebe Neuwirth was fantastic. Rankin had a few really great moments I thought, with "Maybe This Time" (also nicely/simply staged) winning me over after a very rough start that was not helped by the direction and design of the in-club numbers. Redmayne out Mondays of course, but I think I got a pretty clear idea of the production's take on the character though I think David Merino may not be going quite as far with the affectations given available video. Tbh I'm glad I saw him instead.
Idk, you can't really kill Cabaret. The show survives, there are some bright spots, I think there's some nice intention around Sally once we're well along. But I think this is also anything but a case of New York critics not embracing something because it is too experimental. It's New York critics knowing the show and its potential very well. There just isn't enough of a confidently unique voice that knows what it's saying. This is a pretty self-conscious effort to grab at many theatrical trends of the past 20 years and feels generally a bit stale and grating.
Updated On: 7/9/24 at 04:08 PM