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Posted: 12/17/08 at 9:08am
Whats On Stage -3 stars, mixed to positive
It is over ten years since Sunset Boulevard closed in the West End after a three and a half year run (that was deemed a flop by Andrew Lloyd Webber standards) so it is very good news that the stripped down Watermill, Newbury, summer production by Craig Revel Horwood of this mordant, macabre and marvellous musical has been shunted into the Comedy for a winter season.
Whereas John Napier’s design for Trevor Nunn’s original production was a magnificent baroque palazzo with a giant staircase and a huge cast, Revel Horwood and his designer Diego Pitarch have a cast of eleven actor-musicians whirring around a simple spiral staircase, down which Kathryn Evans as Norma Desmond still manages to descend like a bedazzled harpy.
She sings magnificently, does Evans, ripping the heart out of “With One Look” (no musical numbers are listed in the programme, which is a disgrace; see my blog!) before proposing “New Ways to Dream”. It was always a wonderful irony that a silent movie star made her comeback in a lush musical, but there is also the sad desperation of a forgotten icon pitching for sex and companionship with a young wannabe screenwriter, Joe Gillis.
Ben Goddard as Joe, bearing a striking resemblance to both Paul Merton and the role’s originator, Kevin Anderson, forms a strong apex of the emotional triangle with Norma and her creepy valet Max Mayerling (Dave Willetts), the old movie director based on Eric von Stroheim who was Norma’s first husband.
The miracle of Sarah Travis’ arrangements is that in anatomising the Gothic richness of the score, they still suggest that richness. And Laura-Pitt-Pulford, busily melodic on flute – alongside Elisa Boyd on violin and versatile plucking and blowing from Alexander Evans, Kate Feldschreiber and Sam Kenyon - still manages an appealing characterisation of Betty Shaefer, Joe’s ginger squeeze at the studio.
I’m surprised that the show retains the filmed car chase, which was always a sign of defeat in the original. Overall, the small-scale approach is not as thumpingly convincing for this piece as was John Doyle’s on both Sweeney Todd and Mack and Mabel.
But the book and lyrics by Don Black and Christopher Hampton are as rewarding and literate as ever, both in the romantic numbers and the hectic cynicism of “Sunset Boulevard” (well articulated by Goddard) and “Let’s Have Lunch” in the drugstore. And Willetts does well, without tingling your spine, with that wonderful surprise rising major-key resolution on “I’ve seen so many idols fall, she is the greatest star of all.”
- Michael Coveney
It is over ten years since Sunset Boulevard closed in the West End after a three and a half year run (that was deemed a flop by Andrew Lloyd Webber standards) so it is very good news that the stripped down Watermill, Newbury, summer production by Craig Revel Horwood of this mordant, macabre and marvellous musical has been shunted into the Comedy for a winter season.
Whereas John Napier’s design for Trevor Nunn’s original production was a magnificent baroque palazzo with a giant staircase and a huge cast, Revel Horwood and his designer Diego Pitarch have a cast of eleven actor-musicians whirring around a simple spiral staircase, down which Kathryn Evans as Norma Desmond still manages to descend like a bedazzled harpy.
She sings magnificently, does Evans, ripping the heart out of “With One Look” (no musical numbers are listed in the programme, which is a disgrace; see my blog!) before proposing “New Ways to Dream”. It was always a wonderful irony that a silent movie star made her comeback in a lush musical, but there is also the sad desperation of a forgotten icon pitching for sex and companionship with a young wannabe screenwriter, Joe Gillis.
Ben Goddard as Joe, bearing a striking resemblance to both Paul Merton and the role’s originator, Kevin Anderson, forms a strong apex of the emotional triangle with Norma and her creepy valet Max Mayerling (Dave Willetts), the old movie director based on Eric von Stroheim who was Norma’s first husband.
The miracle of Sarah Travis’ arrangements is that in anatomising the Gothic richness of the score, they still suggest that richness. And Laura-Pitt-Pulford, busily melodic on flute – alongside Elisa Boyd on violin and versatile plucking and blowing from Alexander Evans, Kate Feldschreiber and Sam Kenyon - still manages an appealing characterisation of Betty Shaefer, Joe’s ginger squeeze at the studio.
I’m surprised that the show retains the filmed car chase, which was always a sign of defeat in the original. Overall, the small-scale approach is not as thumpingly convincing for this piece as was John Doyle’s on both Sweeney Todd and Mack and Mabel.
But the book and lyrics by Don Black and Christopher Hampton are as rewarding and literate as ever, both in the romantic numbers and the hectic cynicism of “Sunset Boulevard” (well articulated by Goddard) and “Let’s Have Lunch” in the drugstore. And Willetts does well, without tingling your spine, with that wonderful surprise rising major-key resolution on “I’ve seen so many idols fall, she is the greatest star of all.”
- Michael Coveney
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