On the bus back to New York after a lovely post-show encounter with Jan Maxwell, on her way back to her hotel between the matinee and the evening, unglamorously dressed in her wig cap (looking like a stocking stretched over her head) and a big pair of sunglasses, obviously not expecting to see fans.
We complimented her (quite sincerely) on her performance and the production, and I gallantly offered NOT to take a cellphone picture of her looking that way.
All in all, it wasn't bad. It wan't as good as Encores, wasn't as bad as the Roundabout, probably was equal to Paper Mill.
The leads and their younger counterparts were good, Bernadette's dress was a stupid design/character choice, and the direction and choreography were conventional, at best, marked by a wealth of missed opportunities, all of which involve the ghosts and the more complex level on which the score and script operate.
A very simple one-sentence test should be administered to all potential directors and choreographers attempting Follies. They should be asked "Can ghosts see people and can people see ghosts?"
If they answer anything like "Of course not!" they should not be allowed anywhere near Follies. That would have immediately disqualified the directors and choreographers of both this production and the Roundabout, and the world would be a better place.
if they answer something like, "Well, sometimes they can and sometimes they can't, like they can when they become aware of their self-deceptions," then that director or choreographer should be given a first-class production immediately.
Ah well. Elaine Paige's "I'm Still Here" was the surprise delight for me, even if the plodding unimaginative direction had her deliver the song to a bevy of beautiful chorus boys. Any diva who can make me take my eyes of John Carroll deserves to deliver her number to the audience.
Was it ever real? Did I ever love the show that much? Did I ever feel so happy then?
The Follies you'll all never see...who remembers that?
Updated On: 5/6/12 at 05:46 PM