I'm sorry to be the dissenting view in a sea of raves, but last night was one of the biggest disappointments of my theatergoing career. I pride myself in being able to appreciate "adult theater," as my top four theatrical experiences ever are the original productions of Ragtime, Parade, Caroline or Change and The Light in the Piazza.
I had a ticket for Flying Over Sunset for March 12, 2020 and we all know how that turned out, so I was excited to finally see this after 20 months and was hoping to get some Grey Gardens, Far From Heaven or even a little Piazza in there, but alas this was an incomprehensible mess.
Let me state that I love all of the actors and do not fault them at all. They are giving 100% with the material they were given.
The less said about the plot, the better. If the creators wanted the audience to feel like we were high on drugs the whole time, I guess they succeeded. The score is extremely bland and just sounded like incidental music. Yes, Tony Yazbeck has a couple of extended dance numbers, and while he danced well, they felt out of place and went on for too long. Carmen Cusack has the only good number in the show in Act 2 called "How?" which she sang beautifully. Every time Harry Hadden-Paton spoke, I wished I were seeing My Fair Lady again. He was essentially wasted in this. And it was great to see Robert Sella as a lead, and I completely agree that he deserves the same billing (and final bow) with the other three.
While Act 1 was mostly a bore, Act 2 suddenly took a turn and became a camp fest. When Tony Yazbeck put a makeshift condom on his head and spun around like a top singing "I'm a penis rocket ship," it elicited uncontrollable laughter amongst everyone in my section of the loge. I was in complete shock, couldn't believe what I was witnessing and felt awful for Mr. Yazbeck, who deserves better than this. This number should be cut immediately (although as a fan of flops, I also kind of want this number to make the cast recording). This scene seemed reminiscent of the tap dancing morgue number in Thou Shalt Not, which was excised after one preview. Embarrassingly bad. Then, shortly after, we have poor Carmen Cusack talking to her dead mum while looking in a flower bush for her mother's missing leg. She finally finds it, takes the leg upstage and hands it to her mother saying "Here's your leg, Ma." Another eruption of uncontrollable laughter in my section of the loge.
There were a few people near me who were making out loud comments during the show like "We'd be better off seeing this show while on an acid trip" and one guy at the end said "This was the worst show I have ever seen!" I certainly wouldn't go that far (I've seen MUCH worse than this), but it reminded me of the out loud comments from Me Jack, You Jill when Lisa Kirk said "If you don't turn these lights on, I'm going to close the show," and then the audience applauded! (Me Jack, You Jill ended up closing in previews in March 1976)
When I see a show at the Vivian Beaumont, I expect it to be of high class and caliper. I went into last night expecting to be wowed and instead was severely disappointed. Sadly cannot recommend this at all and hope the cast can survive this unscathed.