"There's no comparison between Drowsy and TCP."
I agree with you, TCP is way overwritten and therefore much too long. They could have cut at least 45 minutes from that show. I have no desire to ever see it again.
I think that Matthew Murray said it best in his review:
"But a certain cluelessness pervades almost every aspect of the show. The first big number, "Mysterious Ways," needs more revival-meeting fervor if it's to jump-start the show with energy instead of plot. (It prominently features a trio of gossipy biddies, apparently on loan from the "Pick-a-Little" chorus of a colorblind mounting of The Music Man.) Elisabeth Withers-Mendes isn't charismatic enough for the crucial role of Shug Avery, the open-hearted singer who alters the course of Celie's love life. The first act ends with one of the least surprising surprises in musical theatre history; the second act begins with an endless and frustrating African sequence that does nothing but add 20 minutes to an already bloated evening.
These are neophytes' mistakes, somewhat understandable given the songwriters' nonexistent musical theatre experience. Like Joseph Brooks, whose In My Life still limps along at the Music Box, they're pop songwriters, though Brooks's musical voice generates songs of more unique distinction than anything here. Most seem at best fragmented and unfinished, as though ripped apart and reassembled in the wrong order, with only one jaunty number (the second act's "Miss Celie's Pants") narratively satisfying. Norman, with plenty of theatre experience and awards to her credit, does better with her book, though it's little more than barely connected wisps of dialogue that lend little theatricality to a production constantly craving it.
Griffin doesn't help in that regard - he's directed a number of notable Encores! concerts in which he made entertaining somethings out of nothings, here he makes nothing from Walker's quite imposing something. The show has a look, but that's the work of the ever-reliable John Lee Beatty, whose sets are drenched in rich hues and apparently inspired by woodcuts and period postcards, and Paul Tazewell, whose provides fine period costumes. But the lights (Brian MacDevitt), orchestrations (Jonathan Tunick), musical direction (Kevin Stites), and choreography (Donald Byrd) blithely suggest the waning days of disco, with Griffin hardly dissuading them."
"Smart! And into all those exotic mystiques -- The Kama Sutra and Chinese techniques. I hear she knows more than seventy-five. Call me tomorrow if you're still alive!"
Updated On: 8/25/07 at 10:13 PM