What do these men all have in common? They're not good Maxes.
With the exception of Danza none of them were around long...and even Danza wasn't around long himself. Thank gosh he'll be gone soon.
And I hated Lewis J. Stadlen as Max. He could barely sing. He had this wierd voice...like that noise you hear on the TV when a weather alert is announced.
Madame Morrible: "So you take the chicken, now it must be a white chicken. The corpse can be any color. And that is the spell for lost luggage!" - The Yellow Brick Road Not Taken
like someone else said, Goodman wasn't bad. He just played the role in a way that was different from the way it was originally intended. I personally thought he was a very good performer and did his job better than most people i have seen in the role
Richard Dreyfuss actually never played a performance as Bialystock. They had the good sense to get rid of him in rehearsals. Or did he injure himself? I can't remember.
Stunt casting is hardly a new phenomenon.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
I totally forgot about Richard Dreyfus. I'm kind of curious as to why Jason Alexander and Martin Short weren't brought to Broadway after their LA engagement of the show.
If I remember correctly, Messrs. Alexander and Short didn't exactly receive glowing reviews.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body