Flying Over Sunset

C

When I first read that James Lapine (Falsettos, Into the Woods, Sunday in the Park with George) had written the book for a Broadway musical about an LSD trip shared by Aldous Huxley (Harry Hadden-Payton; My Fair Lady), Clare Booth Luce (Carmen Cusack; Bright Star, Carrie) and Cary Grant (Tony Yazbeck; On the Town, Prince of Broadway), I thought it was a joke. When I learned that it was really true, I didn’t know whether to admire the producers for their bravery or pity them for their foolishness. I was encouraged that Lapine engaged Tom Kitt (Next to Normal, If/Then) to write the music and Michael Korie (Grey Gardens, War Paint) to write the lyrics. Regular readers of this blog know that, as a rule, I don’t think people should direct their own material because they are too close to it to be objective. Therefore, an alarm went off when I read that Lapine would also direct. It was with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension that I arrived at the theater today. I really hoped that something so far outside the box might succeed. Alas, it does not. Although there is much to admire —some fine performances, some glorious singing, a few satisfying scenes, clever choreography that incorporates tap, and spectacular sets and projections, its elements do not cohere and it ultimately adds up to very little. Nothing we learn about the three celebrities is that interesting. The back story of their LSD guide Gerald Heard (Robert Sella; Sylvia, Verité) is virtually ignored. The music and lyrics were disappointing. When it finally ended after 2 3/4 hours, I had to wonder what was the point. The four leads strive mightily to create full-blown characters. The other six cast members (Kanisha Marie Feliciano, Nepal Joshi, Emily Pynenburg, Michele Ragusa, Laura Shop and Atticus Ware) are all strong. At only 13, Ware has the presence of a Broadway veteran; his tap dance number with Yazbeck is one of the show’s highlights. Unfortunately, it is also one of the numbers that, while entertaining by themselves, do not advance the book or develop the characters. If I had to pick the people who come off best, it would be Beowulf Boritt (Act One, Sunday in the Park with George) for his amazing sets, 59 Productions (Oslo, An American in Paris) for their beautiful projections, and Michelle Dorrance, in her Broadway debut, for her innovative percussive choreography. I am not sorry that I saw it and salute Lincoln Center Theater for taking a chance on something so unconventional. However, my prevailing reaction is disappointment.

My Fair Lady (revisited)

A+

When Lincoln Center Theater offered members the chance to see My Fair Lady a second time at member prices, I jumped at the opportunity. In my review a year ago (https://gotham-playgoer.blogspot.com/2018/04/my-fair-lady.html), I said “It’s a near-perfect production of what many have called the perfect musical.” Since then, there have been several cast changes which, without exception, have improved the production. I can now say that the show is even nearer perfection than before. To no one’s surprise, Laura Benanti (She Loves Me, Gypsy) is superb as Eliza. Likewise, Rosemary Harris (A Delicate Balance, The Royal Family) makes a wonderful Mrs. Higgins. Danny Burstein (South Pacific, Follies) is a natural as Alfred P. Doolittle. Christian Dante White (Hello, Dolly, Shuffle Along…) not only has a fine voice, but also manages to breathe some life into the role of Freddy Eynsford-Hill. Lastly, Clarke Thorell (The Front Page, Annie) has eliminated the offensively effete portrayal of Zoltan Karpathy. Happily, Harry Hadden-Paton and Allan Corduner are back as Henry Higgins and Colonel Pickering, respectively, and have deepened their portrayals. Everything else is still there — the amazing set, the gorgeous costumes, the lively choreography, the large orchestra and, of course, the masterful score and book. I liked it even better the second time around. Running time: two hours 45 minutes including intermission.

My Fair Lady

A

Bartlett Sher and Lincoln Center Theater have done it again. With their wonderful revivals of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s South Pacific and The King and I, they had set the bar for musical revivals very high. Nevertheless, they have managed to outdo themselves with this spectacular production of Lerner and Loewe’s much-loved musical based on George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion. In the roles created by Rex Harrison and Julie Andrews, Sher boldly cast two actors whose names are not instantly recognizable and who had not previously been seen in musicals, Harry Hadden-Paton ("Downton Abbey," "The Crown") as Professor Henry Higgins and Lauren Ambrose (Awake and Sing!; "Six Feet Under") as Eliza Doolittle. Sher’s gamble has paid off handsomely. In addition to her considerable acting chops, Ms. Ambrose turns out to have a lovely voice. Mr. Hadden-Patton is a fine actor who negotiates the transition between speaking and singing with great skill. As Eliza’s father Alfred P. Doolittle, the ever-enjoyable Norbert Leo Butz (Catch Me If You Can, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels) threatens to steal the show. Allan Corduner (Titanic, "Topsy-Turvy"), a stalwart of the London theater scene, is excellent as Colonel Pickering. Theater icon Diana Rigg (Medea, The Misanthrope) lends dignity and warmth to the role of Mrs. Higgins. Jordan Donica (The Phantom of the Opera) makes a handsome, vocally adept Freddy Eynsford-Hill, a role I find underwritten. Linda Mugleston (Beautiful, On the 20th Century) is properly unflappable as Higgins’s housekeeper Mrs. Pearce. Manu Narayan (Bombay Dreams) seems a bit too broad and effete as Hungarian linguist Professor Zoltan Karpathy. In addition to his wonderful two-level revolving main set for the interior of 27A Wimpole Street, Michael Yeargan (Oslo, The King and I) has created an evocative Covent Garden, an opulent embassy ballroom, a minimalist but clever setting for Ascot, for Mrs. Higgins’s solarium and for the interior of Doolittle’s favorite pub. The period costumes by Catherine Zuber (Junk, Oslo, The King and I) are superb. The choreography by Christopher Gattelli (The King and I, Newsies) is fine, although I didn’t understand why there were gender-bending chorines in the pub scene. The large orchestra under Ted Sperling is wonderful and gets to appear onstage en masse at the ball. The music, lyrics and book remain among the best ever written for a musical. Bartlett Sher (also Oslo, Golden Boy, Fiddler on the Roof) has brought it all together seamlessly and satisfyingly. It’s a near-perfect production of what many have called the perfect musical. My only reservation is about the ending, where Sher has chosen to follow Shaw rather than Lerner and Loewe (Camelot, Brigadoon, Gigi). Without that quibble, I would have given it an A+. Running time: two hours 55 minutes including intermission.