Re-posted from another thread- and why not?
Well, I finally saw the thing. And as someone old enough and fortunate enough to trace his experiences with PORGY AND BESS back to back-stage conversations with Avon Long and Eva Jessye in the 1960's, I have to say that the resulting excrescence of this dreadful experience at the Richard Rodgers, in every respect, stinks to high heaven. The theatre will never be properly fumigated when this show is (hopefully very swiftly) withdrawn.
I miss Peter.
I miss Archdale.
I miss Frazier.
I miss Scipio.
I miss the goat.
I miss the buzzard.
I hate the lack of any indication of locale.
I hate the over-amplified orchestra with the hideous orchestrations.
I hate the feedback between Porgy and Bess' body mikes.
I hate the scar on Bess' face. Yes, she has one in the original novel, but Heyward never said it made her look like Catwoman.
I hate Bess crawling on her belly like a reptile to sniff cocaine off the stage floor, looking like Catherine Malfitano at her worst.
I hate Maria (not "Mariah") doing Frazier's divorce scene- what was THAT??
I hate the musical staging. My companion kept expecting the chorus to break into FINIAN'S RAINBOW.
I was amused that Jake's crew made it back before the hurricane without him. What did they do, swim back?
I like the fact that Porgy now refers to his cane as his "stick"- thank you, Stephen Sondheim.
I like the shadow effects in the lighting during the wake and the hurricane- THANK YOU, ROUBEN MAMOULIAN!!!
Well-well-well-what-do-you-think-of-that-I-have-nothing-here-to-pay-my-train-fare-with-only-large-bills-fives-and-sevens....
Updated On: 1/11/12 at 12:55 AM