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.

The Cradle Will Rock

C+

One wonders whether Marc Blitzstein’s 1937 musical about greed, corruption and anti-unionism in Steeltown, USA would have survived until today if not for the headline-grabbing circumstances of its birth. After the Federal Theater Project pulled the plug four days before it was supposed to open, producer John Houseman and director Orson Welles found a vacant theater where they presented it with the composer playing the piano onstage while the actors performed from locations in the audience. Now CSC is presenting a revival that gives it the minimalist John Doyle (The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, Carmen Jones) treatment with nine of the ten actors playing more than one role and four of them — Ken Barnett (Fun Home), Benjamin Eakely (She Loves Me), Ian Lowe (Nikolai & the Others) and Kara Mikula (Allegro) —  taking turns as pianist. Doyle’s simple design has an upright piano and assorted metal drums and barrels along one of the shorter walls of the theater. Wires from all around the theater lead to a telephone pole on this wall. The audience is seated along the other three walls with no one more than five rows from the stage. Doyle has assembled an excellent cast, led by Tony Yazbeck (On the Town, The Beast in the Jungle) as labor leader Larry Foreman and as Harry Druggist. Lara Pulver (Gypsy, West End) as The Moll and Sally Ann Triplett (Carrie, The Last Ship) as Mrs. Mister are standouts, but all the others — Eddie Cooper (The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui), David Garrison (I Do! I Do!, Wicked), Rema Webb (Escape to Margaritaville) and the four listed above as pianists — are also very good. Ann Hould-Ward's (The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui, Carmen Jones) monochromatic costumes are apt. Even though the story, very much a product of its time, comes across as dated, the underlying themes remain all too relevant today. For me the weakest link was Blitzstein’s music which sounded like Weill on an off day. If you want to see an historic period piece, you may well enjoy it. I found myself wishing that Doyle had just recreated the original, with the actors performing from the audience. Running time: 85 minutes, no intermission.

NOTE: CSC no longer hands out paper programs. I urge you to go their website in advance to download the program and either print it or download it to your smartphone. Also, be aware that seats in Row A are armless.

The Beast in the Jungle

C+

The last time composer John Kander, book writer David Thompson and director/choreographer Susan Stroman worked together at the Vineyard Theatre, the result was the critically acclaimed The Scottsboro Boys, which went on to Broadway where it had the dubious distinction of being nominated for 12 Tonys but winning none. That production had the added benefit of lyrics by the late Fred Ebb. This time out, what the creative trio has come up with is not a traditional musical, but a “dance play” with no lyrics and relatively little dialogue. Since Stroman’s last dance play was the Tony winner Contact, the return to that form sounded promising, especially with a cast led by Peter Friedman (The Slug Bearers of Kayrol Island, The Treasurer), Tony Yazbeck (On the Town) and Irina Dvorovenko (On Your Toes at Encores). Alas, the sum of all these talents does not approach the level of either previous collaboration. The inspiration for the book is Henry James’ well-regarded novella about a self-centered man so fearful that some terrible event will upend his life that he does not allow himself to be open to love. Since the tale by James is long on psychology but short on events, Thompson had his work cut out for him to turn it into a viable book. He did not hesitate to add new characters and events to liven things up. Stroman had varying success in selecting aspects of the story that could be told through dance. Some of the dance numbers are quite effective while others are embarrassingly kitchy. The chorus of six female dancers often seems superfluous. Kander’s music made surprisingly little impression on me. The scenic design by Michael Curry (The Lion King, Frozen), sensitively lit by Ben Stanton (Dot, The Low Road), has some striking elements. The three leads as well as Teagle F. Bougere (Is God Is) all perform well. Much as I admire all involved for their efforts, I regret to say that I found the results underwhelming. Running time: one hour 45 minutes, no intermission.

Prince of Broadway

B+

While there are many things I could find fault with about this revue of musical highlights from Hal Prince’s long career, the important thing is that I enjoyed it a lot. When I get the chance to hear over 30 songs, mostly from shows I greatly enjoyed, performed by talented actors backed by a 16-piece orchestra, I am not about to grumble over what could have been better. Some have criticized the very concept of the show, pointing out that it is in no way an artistic biography of Prince. I’ll grant that the total information contained in the narration by the actors who take turns impersonating Prince amounts to less than in his one-page program note in Playbill. Nor does the show make clear what Prince’s unique contribution was to the material selected. Some have groused that stripping songs of their context diminishes them. That might be a problem for people unfamiliar with the shows they were plucked from, but clearly it was no problem for an audience of Manhattan Theatre Club subscribers. There are shows I wish they had included more of and others I wish they had used less of. One could question why they chose to include numbers from shows that have been so recently revived (Fiddler on the Roof and She Loves Me) and two that are currently running (Phantom of the Opera and Sweeney Todd). On the other hand, omitting them would have deprived us of the pleasure of Chuck Cooper’s Tevye and Karen Ziemba’s Mrs. Lovett. Despite all the nits one can pick, the bottom line is that I found the show thoroughly entertaining. The cast of nine is wonderful. In addition to the six whose work I have enjoyed in the past (Chuck Cooper, Emily Skinner, Brandon Uranowitz, Michael Xavier, Tony Yazbeck and Karen Ziemba), there are three talented newcomers (Janet Dacal, Bryonha Marie Parham and Kaley Ann Voorhees). The modular set by Beowulf Boritt ranges from the minimalist (a couch) for A Little Night Music to an elaborate pop-art backdrop for It’s a Bird… It’s a Plane… It’s Superman. William Ivey Long’s attractive costumes supply a lot of the context. Choreographer Susan Stroman, who also co-directed, created a vigorous tap number for Yazbeck’s Buddy in Follies. Jason Robert Brown not only wrote the clever overture which contains fragments of 17 songs but provided the excellent musical arrangements and the closing number. David Thompson is credited with the book, such as it is. Prince himself gets the director credit. If you are a fan of musicals, by all means go. There’s something here for everyone. Running time: 2 1/2 hours including intermission.

On the Town ****

Would that there were talents like Leonard Bernstein, Betty Comden and Adolph Green writing for the Broadway stage today! To see their 1994 love letter to New York in this wonderful revival, originally developed for Barrington Stage, is sheer pleasure. What the cast lacks in name recognition it more than makes up for in talent. Tony Yazbeck, Jay Armstrong Johnson and Clyde Alvez are superb as Gabey, Chip and Ozzie, three sailors out to make their most of a 24-hour leave in New York City. Alysha Umphress is a hoot as Hildy, the taxi driver who virtually kidnaps Chip. NYCB principal Megan Fairchild makes an auspicious Broadway debut as Ivy Smith, the Miss Turnstiles for June that Gabey is determined to meet. Elizabeth Stanley is just OK as Claire, the anthropologist who gets carried away with Ozzie. Audience favorite Jackie Hoffman is a barrel of laughs in her four roles. Phillip Boykin is wonderful too in multiple roles. Beowulf Boritt’s scenic and production design relies heavily on sophisticated projections and translucent panels, to fine effect, especially as lit by Jason Lyons. Jess Goldstein’s costumes are wonderfully over the top. Joshua Bergasse had a touch act to follow after Jerome Robbins’s original choreography, but he handles the task well. It has been a while since a Broadway show has taken the time for extended pure dance sequences. The orchestra under James Moore does full justice to Bernstein's score. John Rando’s direction is uncluttered and assured. The audience was large and enthusiastic. This show’s 1971 and 1998 revivals barely lasted two months. This production deserves to fare better. Running time: 2 hours 40 minutes including intermission.