New member here. I don't get to Broadway often enough to meaningfully contribute, but I registered in order to share my thoughts on the world-premiere of The Cher Show with those who are curious. It's my way of saying thank you for everything I've learned about other shows from the members of this community.
The problem with The Cher Show is that it purports to be a musical biography of a singular actress-singer-entertainer who is famous for being an embodiment of an archetype: the plain-spoken, earthy, salty-tongued, independent woman. Someone who glories in the fact that she is different and doesn’t really need a man to define her.
Notwithstanding all that, the narrative drive of The Cher Show is powered by scenes that present Cher’s life as nothing more than a series of scenes that focus attention on the singer’s relationship with men. The show, in fact, ends with a powerful monologue by Stephanie J. Block in which she recreates the emotional speech Cher delivered at Sonny Bono’s funeral and then proceeds to sing a wonderful rendition of “Believe” that gains depth thanks to the context and Block’s skill as an actress.
But Sonny died in 1998. Twenty years ago. And it seems like a big contradiction of the underlying premise (Cher as an archetype of the strong woman) to end a show about her life with a scene that is so focused on the final farewell to her former husband. Has Cher done nothing in the past twenty years that merits a dramatic recreation or some form of theatrical sublimation?
Well, in the past twenty years, Cher has had to come to terms with her child’s gender reassignment. She has also emerged as an outspoken opponent of the Trump administration and a master of social media. Yet neither of these defining episodes are even alluded to in this production. In fact, although the audience is given a brief glimpse of Cher nursing Elijah Blue, her son with Gregg Allman, Chaz isn’t given a single second of time on the stage nor is his name ever uttered. Trump is never mentioned. And no allusion is ever made to Sonny’s successful reinvention of himself as a Republican. Given the state of the nation, and Cher’s own positions on this matter, the show could have shown more courage and engaged a sympathetic audience with something that addressed personal responsibility, the role of the artist as citizen, and the fact that even certified gay icons need to overcome obstacles to embracing diversity.
These omissions are odd and undermine the integrity of The Cher Show. Much of the “book” could have been cut and paste from Wikipedia entries and youtube video clips (spoiler alert: a significant amount of material is taken verbatim from Cher’s eulogy to Sonny, which can be viewed here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fba-YxHIm6c).
The three actresses playing Cher (listed in the program as Babe Cher, Lady Cher, and Star Cher) do their best to capture various aspects of her personality at different points of her life. But all three err in one fundamental way: they sing much better than Cher ever did and make a point of showing off their singing skills in ways that Cher never had to. Why? Because Cher had charisma and a unique style that set her apart. The actresses do their best to capture some of the mannerisms that render Cher such an iconic presence, but for long stretches their efforts only serve as a reminder that a myriad of drag queens have done at least as well (in fact, the audience was graced with the presence of several Chers who felt compelled to attend in full Cher-regalia). For that matter, so has Sean Hayes/Jack McFarland.
The real star of this show was Bob Mackie. The show made a point of noting that much of the appeal of The Sonny and Cher Show was in its wardrobe. Like most juke-box musicals, The Cher Show trades in the easy nostalgia that comes from repurposing unforgettable moments from a shared cultural past. In the case of The Cher Show, there are various points in which a few notes from a famous song elicit sighs of recognition. Part of the “fun” is in trying to guess how the show will shoe-horn in a greatest hit: how will the well-known number advance the plot? At what point will a cherished (pardon the pun) favorite make an appearance? The Playbill does not spoil any surprises: the musical numbers are not listed in the main body of the program; they appear at the very end, and composer/publishing credits are given in small print. At regular intervals, the audience took delight in recognizing the beginning strains of songs such as “If I Could Turn Back Time” and “The Beat Goes On” and “I’ve Got You Babe,” etc. But an even stronger nostalgic pull was exercised by the Mackie costumes: the audience gave audible sighs of approval each time one of the iconic costumes received its moment in the spotlight. A high-point of the evening was the actual cat-walk fashion show in which more than a dozen gowns were prominently showcased. A Tony nomination is inevitable, although one has to wonder whether it’s altogether fair to reward someone for simply showcasing on a Broadway stage gowns that were created for other types of stages all together. Mackie also features prominently in the script and he has more scenes than Gregg Allman.
The show is long and will inevitably be cut. A prime contender for the cutting floor is a scene involving Lucille Ball. The Playbill did not provide a credit for the actress playing Lucille Ball, but I suspect it was Emily Skinner, who has the thankless role of Cher’s mother, portrayed as an ever supportive avatar. What function does Lucille Ball serves in The Cher Story? She’s brought in as a way of drawing a parallel to another famous husband-wife entertainment duo whose personal relationship was never as rosy as their professional one: when Cher is wondering whether she can leave Sonny without incurring the wrath of the American people, she seeks advice from Lucille Ball who faced similar concerns when her relationship foundered to the point of making their separation a foregone conclusion. Lucille provides Cher with some advice and also take advantage of her time on the stage to sing a Cher song. Surreal? Yes. And acknowledged as such by the actresses on stage. It serves no real purpose and will likely end by the way side before the musical makes its way to Broadway. In some respects, this is a shame: the audience deserves to see more of Emily Skinner. Paradoxically, it is Skinner who seems to best convey the qualities that Cher has as a singer. She sounded the most like Cher, which led me to wonder whether, perhaps, Skinner may ultimately transition to Broadway as one of the Chers. She’s wasted in the role of Cher’s mother.
The actor playing Sonny did a good job mimicking Bono’s vocal qualities. A few idiosyncracies that might benefit from rethinking: Sonny was, notoriously, not a sex symbol. And yet, the audience is rewarded with a scene involving a shirtless Sonny that reveals him (or the actor playing him, to be more precise) to have been a buff hunk with a remarkably well-pronounced six pack. The gratuitous shirtless scene pulled me out of the already skimpy story line and was jarring precisely because the whole premise of Sonny and Cher was built on the “beauty and the beast” paradigm. (And, yes, as someone pointed out, the fact that Lady Cher appears to be actually shorter than Sonny is problematic in light of the fact that the disparity in height was also a cornerstone of the duo's act and is emphasized in scripted lines that are at odds with the visuals on stage.)
It seems slightly strange to have a rocker such as Gregg Allman portrayed as someone who might enjoy investing in Broadway-belting. No mention was made of the tours that Allman and Cher performed together or of the tension that existed between the two very different fan bases that these two artists cultivated. It was also strange to realize that the audience was never really given closure as to Gregg Allman’s departure from the story line. There was some degree of foreshadowing as far as his drug usage is concerned. But the audience was never really told what happened to Gregg; he simply faded from the story (Gregg died from liver cancer last year; Cher attended his funeral).
The audience really seemed to enjoy the show. Be prepared for behavior that is more typical at concert venues than at theatrical productions. The man sitting behind me, for example, adamantly insisted on proving that he knew the lyrics to many songs and wasn’t ashamed to sing loudly along with the performers on stage. Many in the audience also felt no compunction at filming with their cell phones or snapping photos of the stage and set (during the performance).
The end of the show was a bit odd. The three Chers were center stage singing the upbeat disco tune TAKE ME HOME, dressed in almost Abba-esque outfits, while the actors who had appeared throughout the show all paraded individually across the stage, but there was no applause to salute their entrances: I suspect that the director anticipated that everyone would immediately recognize that this was the finale and give the actors a send-off to wild applause. That didn’t happen (which is not to say that the audience didn’t like the number; they simply didn’t “get” that this was the finale and therefore didn’t realize that the individual entrances were intended as a type of curtain call). I suspect the director will be rethinking how to close the show. At the end of Take Me Home, the company took another set of bows. And then it was up to Chicago’s Transportation Authority to Take Me Home. The show was long. I was glad trains were still running.
Updated On: 6/13/18 at 11:12 AM