I was at the Wednesday matinee, Scherzinger's first performance since opening night, and she left it all on the stage. The vocals, much discussed here, seemed in the go-for-broke range, so taxing and full it's hard to imagine that she'd have anything left for the evening. Count me among her admirers; the performance is both a new Norma and yet mysteriously the traditional one as well. She has the gravitas of Swanson, to my surprise, and wisely realizes that her Norma's weight flows from the power of that voice. When this Norma rages, reflects, or muses, it's via an instrument that owns the very airspace that it rules. For all of its invention, and it worked 100% for me, the production is score-forward, so disciplined in its near reverence for the music and its demands. Even though that's been mentioned as footnotes in reviews, it shouldn't be ignored. This is Lloyd Webber's moment as much as his stars'. (And I must add: Tom Francis is the equal of Scherzinger in every way.) If you love this score, or even like it, the galvanizing presentation, amped like Tommy, but offering richer rewards, will thrill.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 10/24/24 at 10:35 AM