Posted: 3/19/23 at 8:32am
Saw this yesterday. I went in having listened to the recording a couple times, and not loving it. I thought the songs worked better in the show than standing alone, but I think this is far from Tesori's best work. The score to Fun Home is so incredibly superior.
This show almost feels like a twisted carnival mirror reflection of Fun Home.
SPOILERS below
The family here is just as messed up, but not because anyone has any secrets. Here terrible people doing terrible things openly is played for laughs. No one loves anyone except themselves. Even the four teenagers, experiencing their first crushes, brutally learn that their love has all been in their own minds.
The whole show has such sarcastic & warped humour, and I am at a loss as to why the creative chose this path instead of dealing with what is a very real illness in a more earnest & empathetic manner?
The family are straight out of an episode of Jerry Springer or Maury Povich. Does anyone believe those people are real? It is pretty well documented that those television programs would completely fabricate the situations in their episodes. Since everything here is equally fabricated, how can an audience react with authentic emotion?
I felt like someone being fed a pill of fentanyl: a synthetic opiod, meant to mimic the effects of of the natural substance - but which usually kills those who take it. This show killed any real emotions I might feel.
In Fun Home people can heal & recover from trauma & loss. Here there will be no recovery. At the end the children flee. They leave on a "great adventure, " which a thinking audience knows only postpones the inevitable: DEATH. And it is played for laughs.
What has happened to tragedy? For centuries audiences were very happy to leave the theatre drenched in their own tears. Hamlet dies. Both Mimi & Violetta die surrounded by those that love them.
Kimberly will die. But, since the clumsily constructed cartoon family created here are satisfied to let her die on her own, off in the hospital, while they get on with their own lives, the creative seemed to decide that would be too bitter & clumsily constructed a pleasant ending.
Ultimately, I don’t think it works. It is like they are feeding the audience fentanyl to anesthetize their emotions. They forgot though that when you are drugged like that you not only don't feel sorrow, you also can't feel joy. So for myself I left the theatre feeling nothing.
The set was nicely constructed, and staging effective.
I didn't belive for one minute that Victoria Clark was a 16 year old with a debilitating illness. If she gets the Tony over Annaleigh Ashford it will be a crime of historic proportions.