True, the film of TWENTIETH CENTURY is a showcase for Barrymore, and it is a showcase for Carole Lombard, and it is a showcase for Walter Connolly and Roscoe Karns, who all do some of their very best work. In it's current form, with an understudy doing frankly lackluster work in a role requiring a far more capable leading man, the musical can't come anywhere near sublimity. Maybe with Gallagher there'll be something approaching the chemistry that Barrymore conjures so memorably, but it sure as hell wasn't happening the other night.
True, the film was a major flop when it was released. It's worth remembering that BRINGING UP BABY, with the "smoother" Cary Grant, was far from being a major success, turning in only a modest profit in its second release.
Judging a musical against its original source material isn't that hard, really. Just tot up the differences and similarities and decide how you feel about them. For me, the admirable qualities of Hawks's film of TWENTIETH CENTURY (the clearer storytelling, more fully fleshed out characters and relationships, better performances all around, lack of third-rate musical numbers that bloat a swift 90 minute screwball door-slamming farce story into a full two and a half godforsaken hours) are far more admirable than anything I sat through the other night -- Andy Karl's bicep curls being the sole exception. The relationships are sketched in at best, there's ZERO chemistry between the four principals, extra running gags are shoe-horned in to little or no purpose (the silliness about everybody having a playscript was much funnier in MAN WHO CAME TO DINNER or ARSENIC AND OLD LACE, but just dragged here), and score is completely unmemorable apart from the little earwig few notes to which the words "On the Twentieth Century" are sung, and sung, and sung, and sung, and sung, and sung.
Sure the songs have been described as being operetta-ish, but I'll have to disagree on one point -- they bring the plot to a screeching halt more than once. That excruciating French number in the first act, all the stuff with the porters, especially that second act opener about life being a train, the really tiresome big chase sequence, and then that agonizing endless second act horror show where Lily is imagining the new play with interruptions from the Magdalene play did nothing to further the plot, they're showstoppers in quite the worst meaning of the term, at best particularly bloated and overlong star turns for Chenoweth to strut her stuff. There's a well-taken point to be made about the problems of adapting a swift and savage ninety minute screwball farce comedy to the demands of a more popular-style Broadway musical complete with happy ending, sure, but I don't see that Comden Green or Coleman, or anyone involved with the current production, have done anything to solve any of those problems.
I'm in familiar territory in not liking something nearly everyone else loves, that's for damn sure. Tossing in a reference to the book and score winning awards doesn't exactly bolster any arguments about quality, unless one really really believes that awards only go to high quality work.
Paraphrasing Oscar Jaffe: When I left that (Broadway Theater), I felt as if some magnificent ruby had been thrown into a platter of lard.
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Updated On: 3/6/15 at 02:03 PM