One of the most uneven productions I can remember.
There is much to admire here. Winning performances from Liza's three suitors. Ron Raines and Ben Davis couldn't be better. Chris Invvar is a revelation. This trio aces the tone of the musical and style of the period. The leading men get it - that the Freudian gravity goes down a lot better with elegant pacing and a wry wink.
Montego Glover, Ashley Park and especially David Pittu are wonderful. They also lighten Hart's book scenes and make them sparkle and snap.
Clark sings ravishingly and looks glamorous in splendid costumes. When she's singing and Liza dreaming, Clark knocks it out of the couch and finds every ounce of wit.
Unfortunately, in the awake/book scenes her Liza is self-indulgently neurotic rather than a woman using brains, humor and grit to find her way out of the depressing depths of "the 17th to 22nd floor."
As a result, the long opening scene lays a big Jungian egg... although making Dr. Brooks a woman is, or rather could be, inspired, Amy Irving, who seems woefully underrehearsed as well as leaden does not help..
The denoument scenelets of an anguished childhood and adolescence are the libretto's creakiest. They too are played, embarrassingly, for on the nose realism.
The orchestra sounded great, somehow the huge (!) chorus did not.
...at about three hours "this is dull... the show's barely existing.." It's trying stuff but at times charming, frothy and smart; half splendid lavish fun and half rank amateur schlock.
Updated On: 4/27/19 at 10:41 PM