Miss Cook is dragged around the stage by one thing: her talent.
Saw it yesterday as well, and found it in every way in extraordinary shape. To start with the much-discussed liabilities, I'm in the minority -- Wopat's "epiphany" is the only number of his that doesn't land for me. Otherwise, I found him a solid vocal presence, whose John Raitt/Gordon Macrae weight as a singing leading man struck me as a viable plus.
But the show is exquisite. To me, it's an homage that dares -- and delights in the process -- to use the subject as a part of its focused tribute. An authorized biography that's decidedly the stronger because of Sondheim's charming, insightful and ultimately moving participation. If the costumes seem interchangeably bland, they (appropriately) don't call attention to themselves unduly, and allow the performers and the material to take focus. I called them "anti-review-wear." No sequins or tuxedos. Fine by me. The rest of the physical production is technically and technologically a marvel. When the set becomes part of the storytelling, the show opens and continues to expand (check out how beautifully it approximates the feel of the Aronson FOLLIES design, with simple elements.)
And by the second act, when Sondheim gets deeper into his familial issues (NO SPOILER)... I was overwhelemed by the emotional weight of the material he shared -- even knowing it from the Seacrest book -- and the resulting theatrical alchemy of song, performer, composer and bio/autobiographical context.
This would be a special event if only for the presence of the beautifully employed new Sondheim interview footage and the top-of-her-form work by a true legend, Ms. Cook. But it has so much more, and much of the content around those admittedly iconic elements is lovely and masterfully shaped by Lapine.
I have not been so emtionally connected to or affected by a show in decades. What an Easter gift.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 4/5/10 at 01:33 PM