I went again last night (so 4th time including the original concert) - I was a little worried that Bernadette might be getting tired because I saw her a couple Mondays ago and back then she was a little off pitch, out of time and at one moment kind of jokingly screamed 'wait' to the orchestra. She also didn't really manage to play the trumpet at all during "Gotta Get a Gimmick". And that was after a day off! I wasn't sure what she'd be like at the end of the week on a two show day (there are no Sunday performances for most west end shows it's a different schedule Monday-Saturday).
These fears were quickly laid to rest - Bernadette was absolutely on fire last night and the strongest vocally I've heard her since approx 2014. I'm not sure if it's because she pushes hard for the final Saturday night performance, was sick, a day off interrupts her muscle memory, the high energy Saturday night audience energised her or what it was - but it became clear to me very quickly Bernadette is absolutely loving every moment she has on that stage. Her "Send in the Clowns" is the best she's ever performed it, her comic timing on "Broadway Baby" and "You Gotta Get a Gimmick" at this point feels iconic, and her "Losing my Mind" cuts deep. During "Not a Day Goes By" she was literally clutching her hands together as if she was saying a prayer for Sondheim. It's the first time I saw the show with Lea that I felt Lea was not really upstaging Bernadette anymore.
Enough can't be said about Lea though - who is bringing a brand new, extremely pure and powerful sound to Sondheim. And it's particularly poignant to hear "Somewhere" right now given the violence in the world right now and everything we've been through recently.
I think what I found moving though was just seeing how visibly overwhelmed much of the cast were during the performance. Bernadette and the rest of the cast are either on the verge of, or actually crying during "Sunday" and the final choral "Being Alive". They know what they are creating, they are proud of it, they are proud sharing it and they are loving every moment. I'm guessing that the passing Haydn Gwynne might feed into some of the emotion of the cast at these moments I didn't feel before.
In the program, Cameron Mackintosh says the show originally started to be convinced at Sondheim's suggestion while he was alive. They spit balled ideas, but not much progress was made until he died. The first person he called to cast was Bernadette, "she of course was also Steve's special muse."
When I see my favourite Broadway Star age 75 having the time of her life, singing my favourite songs of my favourite composer, being overwhelmed at the beauty of the music she is hearing, looking at photos of herself backstage with Sondheim and Lapine in "Sunday", playing Dot, playing a trumpet and shoving it between her legs to milk every laugh she can get and accompanied by an incredible co-star and good team, and knowing the entire Sondheim saga, history and context of practically everything she's ever done with him that led to this moment and feed at least subtextually into the outcome of why we are there together*, I think I realise I have just had my single greatest theatre going experience ever.
The show feels like a gift not just for the audience, but for Bernadette herself.
* (sure I've missed some things but):
1. Sunday in the Park with George
2. Into the Woods
3. Evening Primrose with Mandy (on his album Dress Casual)
4. Anyone Can Whistle at Carnegie Hall
5. Sondheim etc. Carnegie Hall concert
6. Gypsy
7. Screen tested as Mrs Lovett for the Sweeney Todd film
8. Bounce reading
9. A Little Night Music
10. Follies
11. Encores! A Bed and a Chair
12. 'Square One' (Here We Are) reading
13. Old Friends
(plus a child actress in the Gypsy national tour).
And then to think in NYC we have a brand new "Here We Are", a revolutionary "Merrily" and a beautifully sung revival of "Sweeney". The sounds and memories of these shows also still fresh. I think I could die tomorrow now and I would be satisfied that I have experienced the highest peak of artistic achievement tailored to my specific tastes I will ever see.
Perhaps we should also not take the Forbidden Broadway parody of Bernadette's Tell Me On a Sunday "See me on a Monday" so literally.
Give me claws and a hunch, just away from this bunch.
Updated On: 10/29/23 at 05:45 AM