I didn't like Errico in the role. She's too gifted to not come up with some interesting decisions, but it was kind of like watching a smart mouse work its way through a series of complicated tubes - it was all about watching to see how she was going to get through it. It would be sort of like watching Marissa Jaret Winokur play Eliza Doolittle.
Anyway -- The LA Times review is more positive, though this reviewer typically loves just about everything. Here are the highlights:
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THEATER REVIEW
Where the dots connect
Reprise! revisits 1984's 'Sunday in the Park,' the Pointillistic musical that revealed so much of Stephen Sondheim.
By Charles McNulty, Times Staff Writer
Mind you, this presentation of "Sunday," which opened Wednesday, is very much a work in progress and can't be compared to the 2005 London staging by the Menier Chocolate Factory, which seduced critics with its incandescent design and breathtaking intimacy.
But the leads, Manoel Felciano (who received a Tony nomination for his work in the recent John Doyle revival of Sondheim's "Sweeney Todd") and Kelli O'Hara (the shooting Broadway star from "The Light in the Piazza" and "Pajama Game"), can hold their own against anyone. They need better direction than Jason Alexander can provide, but there are glorious intimations of the heights they're capable of. If anyone's planning a major revival of "Sunday," these two talents should be at the top of the casting list.
It's of course wonderfully ironic that the most moving and original portions of this modernist musical involve art more than people. "Finishing the Hat," the great ode to those talented obsessives who spend their days "mapping out the sky / finishing a hat," brings a raw emotional urgency to Sondheim's underlying theme, as does the harmonic coup de théâtre in which Seurat's painting is finally brought to life onstage at the end of Act I.
If ever there was a musical that had you happily singing the sets on the way home, it's "Sunday." The visual design is absolutely integral to the work's overall vision, which explains why this Reprise! offering comes more fully furnished than usual, with painted panels and scrims that turn the stage into a three-dimensional canvas.
Still, it's not a full-scale production, and one shouldn't go in expecting hallucinatory imagery. There are clumsy patches when the book plods and the actors seem sluggish. Also, the caricatured handling of the minor characters gets a bit sloppy, particularly in the notoriously challenging second act.
But these flaws are redeemed by the exquisiteness of O'Hara's singing and the simmering presence of Felciano, who has a lovely midrange voice even if he has trouble with the trickier numbers, such as "Color and Light," in which precision is more important than melodic flow.
O'Hara's acting, curiously, is better in the second half as Marie, George's 98-year-old grandmother, when her own identity is less visible. As Dot, the young woman who wants more from her George than he's willing to give, O'Hara shines mostly in the musical numbers.
With his burning blue eyes, Felciano brings an inward intensity to both his roles. He's every inch the driven artist, communicating in fresh, psychologically astute ways the secret ache animating aesthetic expression.
Nancy Hess lends a sharp vinegar quality to Yvonne, the haughty wife of the established painter Jules (a fine Gregory North), who has no patience for George's Pointillist nonsense, while Nancy Dussault moves between the first George's aged mother and the second George's stinging art critic with ease.
The momentum of Alexander's staging flags, but emotionally it hits its marks. For those who knew where to look, Sondheim's tender side was there all along. In "Sunday," however, he found a subject that could draw his deepest sympathy — the quest for immortal beauty.
Updated On: 2/1/07 at 08:44 PM