Okay, let me preface this by saying that I did not see the original production, which may explain why I've never truly understood all the praise heaped upon this show. I have seen numerous productions, both live and on video, listened to every cast recording, and read books on the subject in a Herculean effort to perhaps one day experience something that even faintly resembles the superlative magnificence that is often bestowed upon a show that has become legendary to the point of fanaticism. With all that in mind, this production has come closest to assembling a work that offers me an indication of the show's legendary potential. Luckily, I don't approach it with the nit-picky perfectionist expectations, but in comparison to other productions I've seen, this is the most comprehensible. That the material, as-is, will allow, at least.
I still have issues with the disjointed and awkward book. I can't believe we still have so many of those corny dated jokes that would sound more appropriate in the original book for Applause than in this show. So many of the transitions are still so clumsy or abrupt, leaving the issues to be ironed out by each director with every production. Only visual spectacle can distract from these weird moments and luckily, this particular staging does a good job of covering most of that, though I still struggle with the present-day timeline of events that lead to the Loveland sequence.
Why are "Rain on the Roof," "Ah, Paris!," and "Broadway Baby" in entirely different locations? Aren't the performing for each other? And aren't these songs diegetic?
Perhaps, but the whole sequence just sort of happens and overlaps at the end in a way that never made sense. One of the biggest WTF structural issues I've always had with this show. Rain on the Roof and Ah Paris seem entirely erroneous. Then you have the various monologues delivered to various people in a variety of ways that starts off making sense and then just sort of meanders into incongruous vignettes. If this disjointed narrative is an attempt to depict the deterioration of reality within the real-time events of the party, then it's a failed attempt in the book. If the pastiche numbers are being performed for each other as a part of the event, there's not enough overlap in the dialogue and staging to clarify this. One More Kiss just suddenly "happens". Though it was ultimately a STUNNING depiction, much like the Rain/Paris/Baby sequence, it didn't feel quite connected to anything. Book? Staging? Both?
As for Staunton and Dee, I thought both were perfection in their roles. The best I've ever seen them played. Staunton's nervous energy and giddiness at the top of the show, in conjunction with her behavior toward Buddy was the very definition of a woman who has spent DECADES waiting for this one fleeting opportunity that she sees as not only her escape from her own imprisonment, but that will somehow magically make up for years of lost time and potential happiness. People keep saying "crazy", but I say "desperation" and "excitement", which is precisely what is required. She's been dreaming of this moment her entire adult life and when she finally clutches it, it's as quickly ripped away from her. I don't think she could have played any second of it any better, especially in a theatre that size.
And Dee was what I always hoped to see in Phyllis. From the start, she's emotionally poised like a gunslinger in the center of town at dawn, ready for the inevitable adversaries with her hand twitching next to her hip. She's filled with focused intensity and it's engaging and chilling.
Everyone else was quite good. I don't care for The Right Girl and I don't think I ever will. I don't like the structure or the melody or anything about it. Who's That Woman and I'm Still Here were quite effective. The Loveland sequence? Excellent. Especially Losing My Mind, which put Sally right into the center of a visually stunning tableau, which to me, is much more reminiscent of a Follies number than a bare-bones park-and-bark. To me, what makes Loveland so interesting is watching the characters being FORCED to participate (in varying degrees) in the Follies of their lives, which is why we watch their confusion at the start of the sequence. Sally's breakdown should not be downplayed, considering how insanely high she placed the stakes for herself, at the expense of Ben's number (which is less of a breakdown than it is an awakening). I loved the manic excitement of Phyllis and the exhaustion of Buddy in their respective numbers. But as in every production, Ben's Loveland number is really his only interesting scene. We see a bit of character in Too Many Mornings, even though it really has more to do with Sally than Ben, especially considering this pivotal scene is deflated as quickly as it happens. Sure, we get some business with Sally running around planning her new wedding (in a way that almost implies bigamy), but the emotional tension is blown for the audience immediately after the song and we're only left to pity Sally and perhaps hold Ben in (familiar) contempt. By the time we get to the "I don't love me" realization, the impact is sorta meh, mostly because my response is "well, duh...you're an a-hole".
Because the director clearly gave so much care to the spine of the piece (the quartet of lovers and their ghosts), the rest feels sort of pushed aside.
I thought the director made the most out of it, considering the book really relegates them to asides as well. Who's That Woman, I'm Still Here and One More Kiss work theoretically in a meta-theatrical way not unlike the Emcee numbers in Cabaret, though it's never really clear given the other peripheral character numbers are inconsistently placed in the book. Not to mention that the use of pastiche and signature Sondheim contemporary stylings are inconsistently used as well. Most of the peripheral characters are given songs resembling pastiche...EXCEPT I'm Still Here, which sounds as if it was meant to recreate the successful Ladies Who Lunch of Company, still fresh in the minds of the 1971 audiences. And the present-day core four are given intricate contemporary work typical of Sondheim, though the treacly belty quality of Too Many Mornings straddles the line of operetta.
For me, the production was successful in that it was the first time I was truly captivated by the show and this is actually the first time I ever truly felt like discussing it in such detail and analysis. BUT...I still think the structure and book are fatally flawed. And while I find the women quite fascinating, the main four characters are all still horrible people and I don't care what happens to them. I think double murder/suicides would be a more appropriate ending. And the rest of the characters only exist to serve the setting and atmosphere, the same as the ghosts (with the exception of the Young core four), so I really just view the show as an interesting exercise in form, but unrealized as a finished product. I'm glad to see a production that I *gasp* enjoyed to an extent, and will perhaps watch again. But dear God, I'm really burned out on Broadway Baby, I'm Still Here and Buddy's Blues, so I'll probably fast-forward those in addition to The Right Girl.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
Updated On: 11/29/17 at 04:56 PM