So...because of the folks here, I grabbed a First Tier ticket at 5:30 yesterday.
Bitches, it was an ugly cry of a show. An UGLY cry.
The Phil sounds extraordinary playing this score. It was an overwhelming tidal wave of sound that just crashed over the audience. The vocal performances were magnificent (though I hate the amplification at Avery Fischer). O'Hara was radiant, Mueller was lovely, Blythe was majestic. Hensley was overqualified for role of Jigger in the most wonderful way. Daniely was, once again, a terrific Enoch Snow. I agree a titch with Isherwood regarding Gunn. There's nothing really dangerous about him. But he sounded extraordinary. The end of Soliloquy was spine-tingling. I just don't think he mined the earlier parts of the song for all it's worth. But, frankly, it was a small price to pay. Burton was marvelously over-the-top and the ensemble (which contained a few friends) was exquisite.
As for the Ballet, there simply wasn't enough playing space on the stage to stage it to completeness...but LORD was it gorgeous. GORGEOUS. Tiler Peck was perfection. Absolute, beautiful perfection. Fairchild was a great partner. But it was really all about Peck. She was a wonder.
And John Cullum was a disaster...for my emotional state. He uttered his first line and I was DONE. Sobbing. Which is bizarre cause he was really just likable and folksy and everything the role is supposed to be. Maybe cause I knew what was coming. Or maybe because this show was my beautiful love's favorite show and I just felt I needed to feel close to him last night (he passed away in 2011). But I was a wreck. A really ugly, unfortunate wreck.
OH...and speaking of knowing what was coming, I was kind of stunned by the shocked gasp that when up when Billy Bigelow (SPOILER: but really...is it a spoiler at this point???) stabs himself. I was like, 'You people are Jurrasic! How are you surprised????'
Perhaps it was the cutting of the script, but I never felt the view of domestic abuse was quaint or trivialized in any way. It never excuses Billy, or posits that he's simply misunderstood. It's a musical tragedy. And heartbreakingly beautiful tragedy...and last night's performance hilighted that. Would that I say Hytner's production. I'll just have to 'settle' for this.
A remarkable night. If you can get there, do it. If you can't set that F*CKing DVR.
Updated On: 3/1/13 at 10:27 AM