'Legally Blonde' sizzles, steams and satisfies
Marin Independent Journal - Charles Brousse
Like, wow!
Worried we're gonna run out of oil? Afraid the lights'll blink off because of a shortage of power? Chill out, dudes and babes, 'cause "Legally Blonde" is in town! Yes, the book that became a movie, that became a mega-musical is shakin' and rattlin' San Francisco's staid old Golden Gate Theatre in a month-long tune-up before it blasts off to Broadway for an April opening.
Folks, I gotta tell ya - this is one monster of a show. Between the first "Omigod!" to the final "Omigod!" roughly 2 1/2 hours later, if you put together the nonstop singing, dancing and set changes there's enough energy generated on that humongous stage to keep the Bay Area buzzing for at least the next 24 hours, when the cycle starts all over. All that's needed is some way to store it and delay the show's departure, currently set for Feb. 25. Any ideas?
In case you're wondering, the first-night audience was totally with the program. Sometimes they even cheered and clapped BEFORE a number ended, which is a sign of true appreciation. And, when the final note sounded, they leaped up and cheered like high school football fans celebrating a touchdown. I tried my best to hold out, but the only way to see the curtain call was to stand with them, a move that made the ovation unanimous.
As enthusiastic as everybody was, there was one place where things got a little weird. This "legally blonde" chick, Elle Woods, who used to be an airhead UCLA cheerleader but now, overnight, has transformed herself into a super-sharp Harvard Law School student just to make the ex-love-of-her-life want to take her back - are you following? - is helping to defend a fitness guru charged with murdering her wealthy husband. One of the key prosecution witnesses is a good-looking dude whose testimony that he had been sleeping with the defendant provided the familiar "crime of passion" motive. Elle, whose intuitive powers are immense, doesn't buy it. She confronts him with a move that female cheerleaders know is guaranteed to get a rise out of their male followers - you bend over, show your panties, plop on the floor, then spring up with bosom thrust forward (i.e., T&A in reverse order). When he doesn't respond, she exposes him as a completely unreliable É HOMOSEXUAL! No way such a despicable character would be making it with the accused.
In San Francisco, that's a dangerous place to go. All of a sudden, the theater got awfully quiet.
So - what is the show really about? It's about love. It's about finding yourself. It's about living the American Dream by getting it all right now - without having to work for it and without sacrificing your lifestyle choices. That's for starters.
Heather Latch's book for the musical version of "Legally Blonde" is based on the MGM movie, which was based on the novel by Amanda Brown. The conceit that underlies all of these is that we fortunate millions who live in this great country can be (as the U.S. Army's recruitment ad proclaims) "the best that we can be" if only we have the courage and the will to do it.
In Elle's case, she's quite content to be an airhead member of Delta Nu sorority at UCLA until her boyfriend, Warner, dumps her to go to Harvard Law as the first step to his fame and fortune. Does the poor girl accept defeat? Not a chance. She prevails on her wealthy daddy to cough up the dough for tuition, aces the LSAT exams with practically no preparation and then overwhelms the Law School's admission officers by showing them a video of her and the Delta Nu "guys" performing breathtaking cheerleading routines. From that point on, helped by a sympathetic teaching assistant whose motives are not entirely dispassionate and occasional morale-lifting visits by a nine-member "Greek chorus" of sorority sisters, she is unstoppable.
Along the way to academic stardom, Elle learns some important lessons: That she doesn't need Warner, that it's OK to wear conservative suits instead of flouncy pink dresses, that you can use your intellect rather than your body to achieve worthy goals, that it isn't necessary to allow a famous professor to hit on you just to gain his favor and, finally, that it's possible to find love and make friendships with deserving people.
All of this is commendable, except that she never has to work very hard to achieve anything. In fact, she eventually manages to have it all, wowing judges and juries while doing everything her way in - yes - a flouncy pink dress.
Laura Bell Bundy is an unbelievably perky Elle. A supple dancer and a reasonably good actress, she also has that Broadway-style nasality in her singing. Richard H. Blake and Christian Borle provide strong support as ex-boyfriend and friendly tutor, respectively. Vivacious Kate Shindle, who knows how to sell an uptempo ballad, is Elle's buddy at the beauty salon. Michael Rupert is a convincing Professor Callahan, the much-feared trial lawyer who can't keep his hands to himself. He also has the show's best song, the sardonic "Blood in the Water" (music and lyrics by Lawrence O'Keefe and Nell Benjamin). The remainder of the large cast displays the kind of talent and zest you might expect in a New York-bound show.
For many, including myself, "Legally Blonde" evokes memories of "Hairspray," another frothy musical that achieved some popularity before it prematurely flamed out. The linkage isn't surprising, given that several of the performers and production team (including director/choreographer Jerry Mitchell) were involved in the latter. But "Blonde's" voltage is a notch higher.
Could pink energy be the Next Big Thing?
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Updated On: 2/10/07 at 12:23 PM