Holdren in Vulture:
The Last Midnight: Sondheim and Ives’s Here We Are
A strange, dark, fragmented, and compelling final message from the master.
https://www.vulture.com/2023/10/theater-review-sondheim-here-we-are.html
(As always, Holdren is a delight to read.)
"The intellectual justification for bleeding the music from the play as it progresses holds up. But then, one can learn to intellectually justify pretty much anything; that’s what grad school is for. As the play’s ensemble, all exceptional actors, threw themselves into spoken drama-and-trauma, I remained a bit distanced. Again, we know this arc, and there’s still convention to it, even if it isn’t musical — shouting, crying, basically realistically expressed recrimination and breakdown. What would have been the un-conventional musical-theater way forward for Here We Are?
It’s not an answerable question, and that’s okay, but it’s still one that buzzes around one’s head throughout the show’s latter half, like a fly that’s difficult to bat away. The moments when it subsides most are the tender ones, particularly another midnight with Marianne, this one shared by a benign oddball of a bishop (a wonderful, wistful David Hyde Pierce). He has turned up unexpectedly, just before the existential lockdown — why? Because, as Pierce sing-splains in high understated-comic form, he’s looking for a new job. (Of course he is: This world is godless, faithless, spiritless, conscienceless. Who needs a little priest?)"
Updated On: 10/23/23 at 12:09 AM