Valentina3, they even gave Phyllis a bra that made her tits look like
cottage cheese! (In fact, a lot of the women had ill-fitting bras. And
trust me, it has to be a really bad fit for this gay man to even notice
tits. But Phyllis most of all would know better.) I understand that
Alexis Smith's orange-red (fire-red?) pant suit is almost certainly too
much for today's eye (though it made perfect sense to my eye in
1971), the mousy blue was poor substitute, IMO. To the extent it
distracted me from her performance.
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I had no problem with Staunton's "Losing My Mind" (well, I wasn't
crazy about her sitting while singing about standing in the middle
of the floor, but they fixed that in the second chorus) and I'm too
lazy to look up the complaints above. But FWIW she DOES sing
(not yell) the high notes at the end, she belts them surprisingly well,
actually.
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I also wasn't saying the actors at the NT were each better than
their counterparts in the last American revival. (I keep typing
"American" rather than Broadway because I saw it in LA.) I agree
that Ron Raines was more polished. I'd argue that Jan Maxwell
was a better and more complex actor, and I posted at the time that
seeing and hearing Victoria Clark was one of the highlights of my
entire theatergoing life.
I was talking about direction above, not the acting of the four leads.
It's the entire production that compels our focus on and empathy
with the four at the NT. Had the Ahmanson cast appeared in the NT
production, I'm sure that same focus and empathy would have been
achieved.
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As for the "perfect production" being only in our heads, that just isn't
true for some of us. I saw that perfect version at a Saturday matinee
in May of 1971. The matinee ladies around my group were practically
jumping in their seats with excitement; the woman next to me was
gushing to her friend about seeing Ethel Shutta in the actual Ziegfeld
Follies of 1925!
Once the show began, there were two rounds of entrance applause:
1) when each lady arrived at the party, and 2) when each woman
appeared in her sash during the parade of Weismann girls. (I know
some here hate entrance applause, but it only adds to the whole
"meta" aspect of FOLLIES.)
Then a show unfolded which taught me so many things that musical
theater can do that had never occurred to me. It was far beyond
anything I could have imagined in my 17-year-old mind.
I saw the original production a second time a year later and the show
was still great, but the audience was rather younger (Saturday night
performance) and the mood wasn't the same.