I am honestly surprised to see many positive reports for Annaleigh. Don’t get me wrong, you can read posts of mine going way back to know that she’s one of my favorite stage actresses ever... but I thought her Dot/Marie was underwhelming. Same for Gyllenhaal’s George, who I thought was okay, but did not deliver the force and power I expect from a George. They were just fine. It’s not like somebody caught these two performing together and said, “Oh, we HAVE to cast them in Sunday together.” I also found the ensemble to be underwhelming considering how many Tony winners and stars are in it. Shoutouts to Phylicia Rashad, Lauren Worsham, and Carmen Cusack, though, who I thought were notably good.
I just wish they picked something else for a staged reading minimal production. ColorTheHours hit the nail on the head by saying it “suffered from a seeming absence of direction and the missing visual elements really made me realize how vital it is to the emotional power of the piece.” Sunday is nothing short of sheer and utter brilliance, but its brilliance relies so much on the visual, which I direly needed tonight. Moreover, only like 60% of the performers were in real costume—either do it all or don’t do any.
Also, scripts in hand also doesn't really cut it for me with this show, where so much of the energy and emotion is human and raw. "Move On," the classic, was performed gorgeously, but seeing the words come straight from a script and out of Annaleigh's mouth removed some of its power for me tonight.
The direction was notably sloppy and disappointing.
As others have said, though, the material itself is just supremely magnificent. It's difficult for me to leave a theatre where Sondheim's heartbreakingly good music was just played and Lapine's stunning writing were just spoken and speak negatively about it, since it’s just a triumph of the theatre. But I guess my hopes with this team were too high.