I saw this production last winter, and honestly thought it was one of the best nights I'll ever have in a theatre. From the moment I walked into the Kit Kat Club, I was transported and utterly hypnotized by the night to come.
I absolutely adored Jessie Buckley's portrayal as Sally Bowles. I've seen plenty of them over the years, most recently Michelle Williams in 2014. Williams gave exactly the type of performance I expected from her, but she was never able to land, in my opinion. Buckley's Sally was positively electric; an absolute rock star when performing her club numbers. The moment she was introduced during the opening number, I knew I was experiencing something good, but it was during her two numbers at the Kit Kat Club that convinced me. She was brilliant, and blew the roof off the place with Mein Herr, leaving the audience hungry for more. The vocals are rough as expected, but they are powerful. Buckley can certainly sing.
Also remarkable to me was the relationship between Sally and Cliff here, especially queer-coded in this production. Normally this relationship rings totally false to me, but the codependent-bullying of Buckley's portrayal towards Cliff was fascinating. And in their final scene together in Act II, Jessie Buckley played the scene much differently than I've ever witnessed. Every Sally before was crushed in that moment; no male companion, no baby, no hope, no money. Michelle Williams was as you can imagine, and I say this as someone who thought she deserved the Tony Award for Black Bird. Jessie Buckley chose instead to be utterly nasty to Cliff. It was the way that she delivered the line "To tell you the truth, Cliff, I've always rather hated Paris!" was ice cold, and the look on Cliff's face was heartbreaking. The moment was chilling, and I'll never forget it.
Much has been said about Jessie's performance of the title number. Honestly, I had read mixed word-of-mouth on multiple boards, but the consensus seemed to be see for yourself to decide. When she started the number, Sally was finally beaten down after playing the previous scene with Cliff so strong. She was able to collapse in this moment, and the opening bars are melancholy, delivered with a blind stare. But she ramps up; boy does she ramp up. Witnessing Jessie perform the number was absolute magic. The sadness, the disappointment, the anger, the fury, it was all there. In the song's final moments, Rebecca Frecknall makes a very, very brave directorial choice; luckily Buckley delivers, or the moment could be comical. I felt the physical performance of those moments, harkening back to Redmayne's body language as the Emcee was thrilling. When Sally is pulled below the stage during her final note, she is finally lost. Some people stood, but I could not join -- my legs were shaking.
I truly look forward to see how the performance is received if/when this comes to New York.
Updated On: 12/10/22 at 01:00 PM