So I was hopeful this was improving, but then I read a review of last night's preview (3/24) on Facebook. Does anyone care to respond? (This is not my review.)
The initial buzz proved to be true: the new production of The King And I is queerly draggy, without spark, saddled with dull direction; vapid second leads in the roles of Tuptim and Lun Tha; and plagued by poor sound and muddy miking. None of these problems are much-publicized star Ken Watanabe's fault, but he's ultimately the weakest link by virtue of his valiant, yet painfully uncomfortable, attempt at tackling one of the all-time iconic roles. Mr. Watanabe is unquestionably a talented and magnetic movie star, but he is strangely diminished onstage. Neither is he physically imposing -- oddly pale and not particularly muscular, he looks positively anemic when one -- as one can't help but do -- thinks of Yul Brunner, glistening, bronzed, and magnificent.
But physical anomalies aside, what really sinks Watanabe as King is his obvious struggle with both the English language and the distinct rhythmic cadences required of his dialogue AND his singing. He's trying, lord knows, but he seems ready to collapse under the strain at any minute. And he's virtually unintelligible at least 75% of the time, even though much of the dialogue and most of the lyrics are familiar to many of us.
Kelli O'Hara is close to pitch perfect as Anna, but even she is performing on low flame, as if worried that if she really gave a full-out performance, she'd embarrass her costar and throw the mediocrity of the production and the majority of her supporting cast off balance.
Besides O'Hara, the evening belongs to young Jon Viktor Corpuz as Watanabe's eldest son, the Crown Prince. Watching him strut the stage, and belt out a reprise of his father's "A Puzzlement" (which, as sung by Watanabe, could very well have been sung in Japanese or Hungarian or Martian), it was a jarring reminder of how the much-elder and more experienced Watanabe SHOULD have been commanding the stage.
As for the worst performance, that dubious honor must go to the near-catatonic Conrad Ricamora as Lun Tha, who should be awarded a bouquet of dead roses for managing to turn one of the most thrilling Rodgers and Hammerstein songs ever written (I Have Dreamed) into a mere time-filler.
Also disappointing was the relative lack of sets (the 1990s revival with Donna Murphy and Lou Diamond Philips was far more lavish), as well as the inexplicably cheap looking costumes. The show only glowed with glamour during the gorgeously staged and appointed Uncle Tom's Cabin sequence -- usually my least favorite part of the show, but in this case, a real highlight.
As it stands, this show is indestructible thanks to its peerless score; it's impossible to totally destroy it. But you CAN make it dull.
Here's an idea: If the producers of the Lincoln Center revival of The King and I are as wise and good as Mrs. Anna is supposed to be, they'll do Ken Watanabe, the audience, and themselves a huge favor if they buy out Mr. Watanabe's contract and let him go before the opening (April 16). Replace him with the actor who is currently essaying the largely thankless role of Prime Minister, Paul Nakauchi. Mr. Nakauchi (who played the King in a recent California production, see below) is a charismatic stage presence, gorgeous, tanned and muscular. He exudes confidence and sex, which is precisely what the miscast Mr. Watanabe does not.
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