Growl, you're a sweet thing.
Well, I've never thought that the stage version of
Gigi was anything much more than a watered down imitation of the film. If the movie is champagne, the stage version is affordable prosecco, maybe.
But this new stage version is less prosecco than plain cheap Cold Duck. And a very thin Cold Duck to boot. "Thin" describes the sets, the fabrics used in the costumes (which could pass for budget rentals), the orchestrations (if there's a statue of poor Fritz Loewe, it's weeping real tears), and the performances.
I found this production to be less Gallic, less sophisticated, less
fin-de-siecle than an episode of The Big Bang Theory. The entire chorus (all 12 of 'em) have been staged to move as if elegance is a quality achieved by gesticulating like a desperate drag queen playing to the 15th row of a hostile audience.
Poor Dee Hoty seems to be under a similar idea, using her arms like semaphore flags. One might think that Howard McGillan would have developed some effortless panache after so many years, but his is a leaden, overworked, and artificial portrayal. Victoria Clark achieves a quality of underplaying, but so much so, her character seems to want nothing more than to sit down.
But my greatest complaint with the tone of this re-write is personified in the two youthful leads, both very young, very contemporary, and very, very, very American. Gigi here is a smart independent young gal and Gaston is a safe unchallenging lad merely a few years her senior. There's no appreciable age difference, or even much of a gap in sophistication.
There's little here reminiscent of the beautiful film, and absolutely nothing of Colette. But re-making the show like this may be what could make this Gigi succeed financially - appealing to a contemporary teenage feminine mindset sometimes works out. And how many Americans even know the difference between a courtesan and a prostitute nowadays, anyway?
Updated On: 3/24/15 at 08:54 AM