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Posted: 7/26/08 at 12:17am
I was pondering to myself what was missing in Diane Paulus' production of HAIR, playing under the gorgeous summer skies at the Delacorte Theatre in Central Park.
At first, I thought charisma. But no, the joyful cast had it in spades. Then I figured it out. Despite running into the audience, handing out invitations to the Be-In and daisies and telling random people to "make sure to bring loads of pot," there was a lot distance between us and them. They're a young, hot, talented group of people who have no connection with the material, giving it that dreaded "dated" feeling. We don't care for young Claude Hooper Bukowski, who thinks that it's groovy to hide in a movie...but who's to blame? The director or the cast?
But this is not a negative review by any stretch of the imagination.
Now, the cast of DAMN YANKEES didn't have a connection with the material, either, but that was an interminable slog to get through. This production of HAIR is one of the most joyous, fun things to sit through (and dance around in my seat) I've ever seen. I didn't want the lights to come up at 10:35, and neither did the crowd. In fact, it seemed the entire crowd joined the cast on stage for a massive dance party to "Let the Sun Shine In" and "Hair" which could have and should have lasted well into the night. One of the highlights of my theater going year: seeing all the aging hippies bopping along and singing and dancing and having the times of their lives.
Jonathan Groff is a bit too babyfaced for Claude - he just doesn't seem to get the character, I don't think. He sings fine (strains on the higher notes), but there's something missing. Will Swenson is a terrific Berger and has the audience in the palm of his hand from the moment he asks the lady in the second row to hold his pants.
In fact, the remaining ensemble is very, very strong - not a weak link in the bunch - and the fantastic score by Galt Macdermot and Gerome Ragni and James Rado is done tremendous justice by the thrilling voices in the cast and the incredible band (under the baton of Nadia DiGallonardo, picking up where Kim Grigsby left off in TWO GENTLEMEN a few years ago.)
But who does this production belong to? Caren Lyn Manuel as Shelia. Just exquisitely sung and acted, and, for someone who just had a kid, what a helluva body.
Diane Paulus' production is strong, aside from a few downspots (mainly the second act), but she really needs to get her cast to find something IN the material. Karole Armitage's choreography is a thrill to watch, as is Michael Chybowski's lighting. Scott Pask's set consists of a lawn and a bandshell, and the cast makes great use of the space. And it's always fun to see psychadellic costumes and projections (by Michael McDonald and the Joshua Light Show, respectively).
One can look past the lack of connection to the material, 'cause you certainly have a great time. I just wish the party was still going on.
At first, I thought charisma. But no, the joyful cast had it in spades. Then I figured it out. Despite running into the audience, handing out invitations to the Be-In and daisies and telling random people to "make sure to bring loads of pot," there was a lot distance between us and them. They're a young, hot, talented group of people who have no connection with the material, giving it that dreaded "dated" feeling. We don't care for young Claude Hooper Bukowski, who thinks that it's groovy to hide in a movie...but who's to blame? The director or the cast?
But this is not a negative review by any stretch of the imagination.
Now, the cast of DAMN YANKEES didn't have a connection with the material, either, but that was an interminable slog to get through. This production of HAIR is one of the most joyous, fun things to sit through (and dance around in my seat) I've ever seen. I didn't want the lights to come up at 10:35, and neither did the crowd. In fact, it seemed the entire crowd joined the cast on stage for a massive dance party to "Let the Sun Shine In" and "Hair" which could have and should have lasted well into the night. One of the highlights of my theater going year: seeing all the aging hippies bopping along and singing and dancing and having the times of their lives.
Jonathan Groff is a bit too babyfaced for Claude - he just doesn't seem to get the character, I don't think. He sings fine (strains on the higher notes), but there's something missing. Will Swenson is a terrific Berger and has the audience in the palm of his hand from the moment he asks the lady in the second row to hold his pants.
In fact, the remaining ensemble is very, very strong - not a weak link in the bunch - and the fantastic score by Galt Macdermot and Gerome Ragni and James Rado is done tremendous justice by the thrilling voices in the cast and the incredible band (under the baton of Nadia DiGallonardo, picking up where Kim Grigsby left off in TWO GENTLEMEN a few years ago.)
But who does this production belong to? Caren Lyn Manuel as Shelia. Just exquisitely sung and acted, and, for someone who just had a kid, what a helluva body.
Diane Paulus' production is strong, aside from a few downspots (mainly the second act), but she really needs to get her cast to find something IN the material. Karole Armitage's choreography is a thrill to watch, as is Michael Chybowski's lighting. Scott Pask's set consists of a lawn and a bandshell, and the cast makes great use of the space. And it's always fun to see psychadellic costumes and projections (by Michael McDonald and the Joshua Light Show, respectively).
One can look past the lack of connection to the material, 'cause you certainly have a great time. I just wish the party was still going on.
Updated On: 7/26/08 at 12:17 AM