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Posted: 5/16/07 at 5:20pm
She was there and she was spectacular. She, of course, is Donna Murphy, who, along with Michael Cerveris and David Pittu, breathe life into one of the most shocking clunkers in recent memory.
A jukebox musical for the upper class, LoveMusik is the sleeper of the season. The entire row in front of me was snoring. I bought my ticket last night (via the so-called expired discount code on BroadwayBox), seeing that it was a 1 PM show. I wondered why it was so early until I arrived at the theater: student matinee.
The only students I saw were the snoring ones in front of me (it looked like a Boys and Girls club high school group) and a bunch of kids in the first few rows, all of whom had to be shushed whenever something "sexy" happened. When the people in front of me weren't snoring, they were playing on their Sidekicks and iPods. Their group leader? Busily snoring away, as well.
That said, I wish the show lived up to the expectations I had for it. Alfred Uhry's clunky book with no real story arc mixed with Hal Prince's bland direction made for one especially disappointing afternoon. The only "inspired" thing I saw was Weill's death, a scene, of course, nobody else got because they didn't spell it out.
Half-an-hour could easily be cut with no problems, the bizarre Illusion Wedding has no point; ditto the Moritat (Mack the Knife), since it's not sung in any particular context. And so forth. Insert what you want to be cut HERE, and I'll probably agree.
The highlight, of course, was Schickelgruber, which put Springtime for Hitler to shame.
Great performances all around. Terrific ensemble. John Scherer is very good in a wasted part, David Pittu should win the Tony for his take on Brecht. The always reliable Cerveris and Murphy certainly made the show and did not disappoint. I'd give Cerveris the Tony, if I were a voter. And, I certainly wish this year for a tie between Ebersole and Murphy, who is giving just a mind-blowingly extraordinary performance, despite the fact that she and Mike have zero chemistry.
I have never seen a show struggle so hard to be pompous, only to fail miserably. Brechtian alienation, pomposity at its finest, is applied so poorly that it becomes a cartoon. Whose idea was it to have supertitles in Comic Sans?
My one complaint? Their accents were so hard to understand, they may as well have been speaking in German.
A jukebox musical for the upper class, LoveMusik is the sleeper of the season. The entire row in front of me was snoring. I bought my ticket last night (via the so-called expired discount code on BroadwayBox), seeing that it was a 1 PM show. I wondered why it was so early until I arrived at the theater: student matinee.
The only students I saw were the snoring ones in front of me (it looked like a Boys and Girls club high school group) and a bunch of kids in the first few rows, all of whom had to be shushed whenever something "sexy" happened. When the people in front of me weren't snoring, they were playing on their Sidekicks and iPods. Their group leader? Busily snoring away, as well.
That said, I wish the show lived up to the expectations I had for it. Alfred Uhry's clunky book with no real story arc mixed with Hal Prince's bland direction made for one especially disappointing afternoon. The only "inspired" thing I saw was Weill's death, a scene, of course, nobody else got because they didn't spell it out.
Half-an-hour could easily be cut with no problems, the bizarre Illusion Wedding has no point; ditto the Moritat (Mack the Knife), since it's not sung in any particular context. And so forth. Insert what you want to be cut HERE, and I'll probably agree.
The highlight, of course, was Schickelgruber, which put Springtime for Hitler to shame.
Great performances all around. Terrific ensemble. John Scherer is very good in a wasted part, David Pittu should win the Tony for his take on Brecht. The always reliable Cerveris and Murphy certainly made the show and did not disappoint. I'd give Cerveris the Tony, if I were a voter. And, I certainly wish this year for a tie between Ebersole and Murphy, who is giving just a mind-blowingly extraordinary performance, despite the fact that she and Mike have zero chemistry.
I have never seen a show struggle so hard to be pompous, only to fail miserably. Brechtian alienation, pomposity at its finest, is applied so poorly that it becomes a cartoon. Whose idea was it to have supertitles in Comic Sans?
My one complaint? Their accents were so hard to understand, they may as well have been speaking in German.
Updated On: 5/16/07 at 05:20 PM