Soft Power, which I saw Friday night, wasn't even the hot mess I had been promised. David Henry Hwang's "play with a musical" is so enamored with its own conceit that it just assumes you will be too. And there will be people who will enjoy the bits with The King and I, the Hillary Clinton plot, and the pretend musical that replays the events of the 2016 election with the twist that it's Chinese musical theater writers in the future treating Americans of today as dangerous and barbaric. See the review I posted above for an example.
Hwang is smart enough to toss out some interesting ideas, but then he repeats them endlessly. If you missed anything in the play that starts the show, don't worry. It will all be repeated in the musical, word for word. But even though he drums home his main themes, Hwang makes his musical unnecessarily confusing and convoluted. At a discussion after the show, the very first question came from an audience member puzzled by the conclusion of the Chinese "musical," which features a song by the Hillary Clinton character that would never have been in the Chinese musical - especially as a finale or 11 o'clock number. Hwang is reduced to trying to explain that it was supposed to be a torch song, which is not how it's performed, and he concedes that he probably should make things more clear in the show.
Even though I knew the outlines of the plot before going to the show, the shift from play to musical is disappointing and murky. There's no a-ha moment. Instead, the "reality" of the play morphs from a speech by Hwang's character to the increasingly over-the-top characterizations in the musical. The satire was often blurry and lazy. Is it a sendup of classic musical theater tropes about Asian characters? Is it a satire on America now from a fictional Chinese perspective? It's both, I guess, but the humor is hit and miss - to put it politely. Staging a campaign rally at a shiny McDonald's, as if that's biting satire in 2018, feels hopelessly dated. Hillary Clinton is eating pizza and ice cream after she loses, one of several scenes that feels like a bad Saturday Night Live sketch.
The Chinese musical runs through a string of silly musical numbers that include references to a number of familiar American musicals. Some are reasonably funny, and one that tries to explain the electoral college is a barbed standout. The ensemble does their best, with choreography by Sam Pinkleton, but it grows tiresome after a while. The songs by Jeanine Tesori are forgettable, and I didn't realize until the discussion that there are 16 of them. It's tough to pull off a series of over-the-top musical numbers that hit the satirical target while being enjoyable to hear and watch, especially when they're supposed to be ridiculous and clueless about Anerica today. That is Hwang's joke, and part of the show's admirable ambition, but it's hard to sustain actual entertainment during a "musical" that turns into a long slog.
Conrad Ricamora, who plays Xue Xing, was out on Friday. Understudy Billy Bustamante, in his first performance as the male lead, did a capable job. Alyse Alan Louis, as Hillary Clinton, had her moments but is saddled with a role that feels almost unplayable. Francis Jue did well as Hwang, the playwright. But this was not a show in which the winning performances prompted me to forgive the problems with the story or score.
I really did want to like this musical, especially because Hwang and director Leigh Silverman are trying something different at a time when too many shows are relying on old movies and jukebox musicals. I was glad I saw it, as the show is funny and clever at times. But I was relieved I didn't drag my family to see it. While my appetite for reliving the 2016 election and its aftermath was always limited, I hoped the creative team could pull off a good satire. Sadly, they didn't come close. The whole thing felt smug and self-indulgent. While I can think of some ideas to tighten the story and avoid confusion, I don't know that the show is fixable.
Updated On: 6/24/18 at 05:50 AM