Friday, October 30, 2009

Finian's Rainbow

GRADE: A-

Book by E.Y. Harburg & Fred Saidy (adapted by David Ives and Arthur Perlman), lyrics by Harburg, music by Burton Lane. Directed and choreographed by Warren Carlyle. St. James Theatre. (CLOSED)

Critics work the "pot of gold" metaphor hard in describing their mostly ecstatic embrace of this unlikely revival (based on the Encores! revival earlier this year) of Yip Harburg and Burton Lane's 1947 musical, which mixes blarney and social satire in odd portions that have made the show a seeming no-go for years. Though the cream of the kudos go to the score--and to its rendering by a full-sized orchestra and chorus--there's also near-universal praise for the leads, particularly the radiant Kate Baldwin but also the twinkling Jim Norton and the strapping Cheyenne Jackson, with a few special nods for Chris Fitzgerald's capering leprechaun and Terri White's authoritative rendering of "Necessity." Some critics diverge on the performances' merits, and many find the set undistinguished, but their biggest differences are on the merits of Harburg and Saidy's fanciful but pointed script: Is it ludicrous and hamhanded "whimsy-whamsy," as Terry Teachout puts it, or a prescient and irresistible fable with unexpected contemporary relevance? We note with pleasure the return of two long-silent critical voices, now writing for new venues: Michael Sommers and Howard Kissel.


Backstage A+
(Erik Haagenson) A magical production that should enchant both lovers of the Golden Age musical and those who favor more-contemporary fare. Personally, I would have called such a thing impossible. But this "Finian's Rainbow" is for everybody, and I hope it runs forever...Wisely, the producers...brought in Arthur Perlman, a respected book writer in his own right and a Harburg aficionado. Perlman has restored the politics, worked overtime to maintain narrative cohesion, disciplined the whimsy, and kept the emotional stakes high. He and director-choreographer Warren Carlyle make sure there isn't a single wasted moment. The show flies giddily by, touching lightly but tellingly on issues of class and racial prejudice while making us care about its story and characters...Cheyenne Jackson and Kate Baldwin as the lovers were highpoints of the concert version, and they've only gotten better here. His easy grace has been fortified with grit and a sly wit, while she has discovered strength in stillness. Both still sing gloriously. Jim Norton's delightful Finian remains the show's emotional center...An immeasurable boost comes from the addition of the scintillating Christopher Fitzgerald.

Theatermania A+
(David Finkle) Every single production element coalesces into one incandescently seamless whole...While the script (which has been tweaked by Arthur Freedman and David Ives) can occasionally seem old-fashioned, lyrics which mock "the misbegotten GOP" and the birth of credit are astonishingly pertinent. As for the amazing score by Burton Lane and Harburg -- which includes such now-standards as "Old Devil Moon," and "How Are Things in Glocca Morra" -- let's just say that every song in the show is the best song in the show. Director and choreographer Warren Carlyle not only sees to the show's singing and dancing requirements imaginatively, but he also takes care that every chorus member has a distinct personality. He's also assembled a stand-out cast of lead performers.

The New York Times A
(Charles Isherwood) Joyous...Here is where you should head this fall to warm your soul amid the diversions of that ever-great and ever-endangered American art form, musical comedy. All the comforting pleasures of the genre — infectious song, exuberant dancing, jokes both lovably corny and unexpectedly fresh, and of course the satisfying pairing of a him and a her — are on abundant display in this thoroughly winning production, a welcome picker-upper in an uneven Broadway season...Beautiful music has a way of binding together the most unlikely materials, and the score for “Finian’s Rainbow,” by the lyricist E. Y. Harburg and the composer Burton Lane, is itself an overflowing pot of memorable songs, by turns yearning and bouncy, mocking and sincere, soft as a rose petal and clever as a crossword. Under the nimble direction of Warren Carlyle, who also supplies the buoyant choreography, this bounteous score is being sung with lively conviction by a cast of Broadway regulars and veterans, and one confident newcomer. The morning after seeing “Finian’s Rainbow,” you may well find yourself shaking your head at the absurdities of the book by Mr. Harburg and Fred Saidy, a tipsy jumble of romance, fantasy and satire...But you will remember, above all, the soaring lift of the music.

Variety A
(David Rooney) It's not so much the uncanny appropriateness of its pixified fairy tale as the enveloping warmth of Burton Lane's melodies and the spry wit of Yip Harburg's lyrics that make "Finian's Rainbow" such an infectious charmer. Rather than try to get around the 1947 musical's daffy story by hammering the social satire, director-choreographer Warren Carlyle and his winning cast simply embrace its quaint idiosyncrasies...From the moment music director Rob Berman raises his lighter-than-air baton on the show's soaring overture, blissful surrender is the only option...Much of the credit for the revival's appeal goes to astute casting. Norton made a memorably sly and sozzled Dubliner in "The Seafarer" two seasons back, and he delivers a more benign version of that twinkly stereotype here, dignifying it with soulfulness, nimble physicality and a gentle comic touch. Jackson's supple voice and relaxed leading-man confidence are a smooth fit for Woody, while Baldwin, mostly seen on Broadway up to now in secondary roles or replacement casts, is a revelation...Fitzgerald's vaudevillian musical comedy skills are put to excellent use as the Cole Porter-quoting Og...With a nod to the exhilarating moves of original choreographer Michael Kidd, Carlyle blends classical with Celtic with hoedown to buoyant effect.

Associated Press A
(Michael Kuchwara) Has a refreshing, retro feel to it. There's no flashy staging or gargantuan scenic designs to distract from the handiwork of director-choreographer Warren Carlyle, who has elected to tell the story as simply and sweetly as possible. And sweet, with just the right amount of impishness, is what best describes the ever-youthful score by Burton Lane (music) and E.Y. Harburg (lyrics)...And it's superbly sung, starting with a radiant Kate Baldwin as that spirited lass, Sharon McLonergan, who travels from Ireland with her scamp of father, Finian, played by a perpetually twinkling Jim Norton...Carlyle first did the show earlier this year as part of the City Center "Encores!" series, and much of the cast is the same. But all the changes for Broadway have enhanced the musical.

The Daily News A
(Joe Dziemianowicz) Old show, fresh delights. That's the aim of any revival and "Finian's Rainbow" hits the mark...The fine-tuned production carries you away on a cloud of melody, magic and make-you-swoon performances. Admittedly, this 1947 musical fable isn't an elegant construction. It's more of an odd-lot stew...Yip Harburg and Fred Saidy jammed their script with jabs at prejudice, greed and the political establishment. The barbs still grab and a subplot about a bigoted white senator (David Schramm) who turns into a black man (Chuck Cooper) has the satirical saltiness of "South Park." What makes the show a gem is the beautiful score by Harburg and Burton Lane. It's wall-to-wall ear candy and director/choreographer Warren Carlyle's witty staging, joyful dancing and fine cast showcase the music to the max.

New Jersey Newsroom A
(Michael Sommers) Anyone with a taste for vintage musicals will want to savor the sparkling concoction known...This 1947 treasure from the Golden Age of Broadway musicals offers a whimsical story and an exceptionally lovely score...Customers demanding tons of fabulous scenery with their musicals will be disappointed by the modesty of this one-set affair. From the rich, ripe sound of it, the budget has been spent wisely upon the score, what with 24 musicians in the orchestra and a large chorus doing beautifully by the music...Old-fashioned in style and yet amazingly current in its wry viewpoint, the melodious "Finian's Rainbow" is an unusually beguiling time.

The Hollywood Reporter A
(Frank Scheck) Has the kind of score...that can still make any theatergoer swoon. The longtime rap on this 1947 work is that the book, co-written by Harburg and Fred Saidy, was too problematic for modern times. But seeing the show again, in this version artfully adapted by Arthur Perlman, proves not only that the complaint is unjustified but that the racial and economic issues it touches upon are more relevant than ever...But whatever one thinks of the story, there's simply no disputing that this is one of the greatest musical comedy scores ever written...The production, wonderfully directed and choreographed by Warren Carlyle in an expansion of the concert version presented last season at Encores!, does full justice to the material. Although the scenery and costumes are little more than serviceable, the performances couldn't be bettered.

USA Today A
(Elysa Gardner) This old-fashioned musical comedy, with its witty, whimsical book and sumptuous score, carries pointed lessons about tolerance, greed and the shared traits that make all living beings vulnerable and valuable. Those teachings are delivered with a light hand and a full heart in the enchanting revival...Under Warren Carlyle's gently buoyant direction, Rainbow's eclectic characters – among them a racist Southern senator, a mischievous Irishman and a leprechaun – come to life naturally and gracefully, winking at stereotypes while transcending them...While other supporting performances are also winning – among them Christopher Fitzgerald's sprightly Og and Tyrick Wiltez Jones' brief but priceless turn as a precocious servant – the three leads deserve special credit for this Rainbow's charming authenticity.

Musical America A
(Howard Kissel) The best thing about the revival is its treatment of the powerful score. The original orchestrations, by Robert Russell Bennett and Don Walker, have been left unscathed, with all 24 players alive and kicking in the pit. That the producers have opted to hire the full complement of musicians, rather than cut the score down, is laudable by today’s Broadway standard. Plus, the music is splendidly conducted by Rob Berman. Sixty years ago it was standard for every show to have a full chorus. The audience apparently expected quite a lot when it ponied up $6.90 for an orchestra seat. Here the choral writing is especially beautiful – and sung by the 12-member chorus with great resilience. The revival has been beautifully cast...“Finian’s Rainbow” is one of the American musical theaters’ great triumphs. The revival is loving, radiant and musically thrilling.

On Off Broadway A
(Matt Windman) Even if the musical is dated, dusty and politically incorrect, director-choreographer Warren Carlyle's vibrant revival is too romantic, funny, melodious, and well-cast to ignore. And unlike most Broadway transfers of Encores! shows, it has been physically altered to look like a full Broadway production and not a semi-staged concert. John Lee Beatty's simple set design is a gorgeous mix of green and yellow shades. Luckily, Ken Billington's spectacular lighting effect of framing the stage with a rainbow is carried over...I can't help but think that had the show's book been substantially revised instead of slightly edited, much of its magic and allure would have been lost in translation. So in spite of all its creakiness and political baggage, it's truly wonderful to have "Finian's Rainbow" back on Broadway. It feels rather like finding a "terrifish, magnifish, delish" crock of gold in the middle of Times Square.

CurtainUp A
(Elyse Sommer) A musical pot of gold. This family friendly, unashamedly feel good show with one hummable song on top of another, eye-popping choreography (a Celtic infused nod to origial choreographer Michael Kidd) and a book that mixes Irish blarney, hokey charm and political satire that's surprisingly timely, the sixty-two year old Finian's Rainbow remains remarkably young and enjoyable. Oh, and did I mention that it's got a good-sized cast (more than 30) and orchestra (2 dozen strong) and that the sound of Burton Lanes lovely score is well modulated and rich but never wildly over-amplified?

New York A-
(Stephanie Zacharek) One hot plate of crazy. And yet in a world where the Birthers are being taken semi-seriously, who couldn’t use a pot of magic gold or two? It turns out that, for all its charming loopiness, Yip Harbug, Fred Saidy, and Burton Lane’s show—essentially a dream vision of an America without racism—is still a provocative work. This marvelous, slightly unhinged revival, directed and choreographed by Warren Carlyle, succeeds because it refuses to wink at the material or treat it as quaint...Carlyle and his cast run wild with the book’s fanciful, sweetly Utopian spirit, but they also hit the play’s satirical notes dead-on...This show’s pleasures are doled out in go-for-broke splashes instead of tasteful dabs. The musical numbers are colorful though never garish—the dancers, in their whirling circle skirts and drapey trousers, make for a cheerful, retro spectacle. Admittedly, some of the magic dust wears off in the second act: There isn’t much of a plot, just a series of situations on which to hang songs. But what songs!

Theater News Online A-
(Mervyn Rothstein) A delight. The joyous songs by Burton Lane and E.Y. (Yip) Harburg – How Are Things in Glocca Morra?, Old Devil Moon, Look to the Rainbow, When I’m Not Near the Girl I Love – get more than part credit. The glorious cast – Jim Norton, Kate Baldwin, Cheyenne Jackson, Christopher Fitzgerald, Terri White, Alina Faye – shares the plaudits, as does Warren Carlyle, the director and choreographer...Baldwin (The Full Monty, Thoroughly Modern Millie, Wonderful Town) attains near-star status. Her expressively crystalline voice triumphs with its aching wistfulness...Jackson (Xanadu, All Shook Up) sings better than ever. The only thing missing is real chemistry between the two — the fire they generate would have trouble igniting a match. This would be fatal in a more serious musical, but in a fantasy like Finian’s Rainbow it’s a minor inconvenience. After all, most of us don’t really believe in leprechauns.

Bloomberg News A-
(John Simon) Its liberal, anticapitalism, antiracism message still resonates as it gleefully scrambles Irish mythology, magical fantasy and, of course, a love story. With snappy text by E.Y. “Yip” Harburg and Fred Saidy, frolicsome lyrics by Harburg, and endearing melodies by Burton Lane...it makes a virtue of not hitting any of its facets too hard before flitting on...The revival is blessed with wonderful leads. Jim Norton is surely everybody’s dream roisterous Irishman, with enough sparkle in his eyes to light up the last row of the balcony. Never has the brogue sounded prettier -- unless from the lips of Kate Baldwin, a tall, robust Sharon and as entrancing as she is temperamental...She is partnered to a fare-thee-well by the Woody of Cheyenne Jackson, a remarkable blend of ease and intensity, unaffected virility and spontaneous gallantry. Christopher Fitzgerald is the funniest Og that ever left the bog...Alina Faye dances Susan’s mute eloquence expressively, although Warren Carlyle, who both choreographed and directed, is in this instance more workmanlike than transcendent...Rob Berman and the orchestra do ample justice to a score that for winsomeness as well as feistiness has few equals.

NY1 A-
(Roma Torre) By today's standards, "Finian's Rainbow" is crudely constructed. There's a lot happening that doesn't make much sense. Motivation is lacking and there's that sticky issue of racism. On the other hand, it has a very big heart with some gorgeous songs and if you think of this 62-year-old show as a musical theater artifact, impeccably reproduced, then you just might find yourself having a grand time indeed. That lovely score by Burton Lane and Yip Harburg is beautifully served by a superb cast of Broadway veterans. Each of them delivering little gems in this dated work, and that much talent can make anything sing...It's awfully hokey, but the work has a social consciousness masked in humor that makes it utterly delightful. And there are enough surprises along the way to cast a spell on even the most cynical in the audience...The true gold in this show is Kate Baldwin who delivers on all fronts. An engaging actress with a bent for comedy and a glorious set of pipes, she is divine.

Village Voice B+
(Michael Feingold) Apparently, New York's theater aficionados are split between those simply happy to have a great musical from 1947 back, in whatever condition, and those who seem weirdly infuriated that it doesn't blow them away...Sanity, of course, lies somewhere between...Much of the charm of Finian's Rainbow comes precisely from its being the 1947 musical success least adaptable to today's hit-you-over-the-head sensibility...Meantime, the new production, directed and choreographed by Warren Carlyle, has given Finian a substantial amount, though not all, of what it needs to make an impression so many years later...Though an adorable duck of a show, Finian's Rainbow is certainly one of the oddest ducks ever bred in the genre—the only musical, for starters, to contain both leprechauns and sharecroppers.

New York Post B+
(Elisabeth Vincentelli) Thankfully, the show overflows with terrific songs, propelled by Harburg's wit ("Why should I vanquish, relinquish, resish/When I simply relish this hellish condish") and Burton Lane's timeless sense of melody...Though this version was slightly tweaked, the plot still lurches from one preposterous development to another...When a typical twist involves a white senator turning black, you know a show is delirious even by the loose standards of golden-age musical theater...But "Finian's Rainbow" boasts another hallmark of many vintage musicals: The numbers are all sorts of great. Sometimes they advance the story, as when Sharon and Woody fall in love over the gorgeous "Old Devil Moon." Sometimes they're just an excuse for performers to strut their stuff, as they do in "Necessity" (which Terri White hits out of the ballpark) and "Dance of the Golden Crock," possibly the only duet for a ballerina (Alina Faye) and harmonica player (Guy Davis) in the history of Broadway...Whether you think this particularly whimsical crock is half-empty or half-full, the songs are pure heaven.

Wall Street Journal B+
(Terry Teachout) I don't think I've ever seen a more musically satisfying Broadway show than "Finian's Rainbow." Not only is the Yip Harburg-Burton Lane score a string of flawlessly cut gems, but everyone involved with the production takes the songs seriously, performing them with love and sensitivity. Best of all is Kate Baldwin...Ms. Baldwin is the real deal, a rich-voiced soprano who can also act. The way that she and Cheyenne Jackson sing "Old Devil Moon" is the stuff best-selling cast albums are made of...Unfortunately, there comes a time in "Finian's Rainbow" when the actors stop singing and start talking, at which point it becomes excruciatingly clear that the book, by Harburg and Fred Saidy, is a heavy-handed mishmash of Irish whimsy-whamsy and smug sanctimony...Go for the music. It's worth it.

Bergen Record B
(Robert Feldberg) A lively and cheerful affair, which shows off the great Burton Lane-E.Y. Harburg score to full advantage. It also offers an opportunity to share the pleasure of Kate Baldwin's company. The gorgeous actress-singer has done several Broadway shows, but this is the first production that gives her an opportunity to shine...When she does "How Are Things in Glocca Morra" in a crystal-clear, silvery soprano voice that has you hanging on every phrase, you understand why they invented musicals...The show's choreography, which incorporates Irish and American folk dancing elements, is tame and undistinguished, but it is functional. And then there's the book, by Harburg and Fred Saidy. It's been trimmed, and director-choreographer Warren Carlyle has put a happy face on it, but it remains an awkward, scattered combination of whimsy and 1940s liberalism...Tangled as the book is, that's not its main problem. That would be the complete absence of drama.

Newsday B
(Linda Winer) Is there a place on big-ticket Broadway for "Finian's Rainbow," a gentle, modestly produced revival of an odd 1947 musical-comedy/Irish-immigrant/Southern-cracker fable with a strong cast, a doggedly foolish book, a progressive conscience and a songbook of ravishing classics by Yip Harburg and Burton Lane? Tough call...With her creamy, gleaming soprano and her strapping no-nonsense physicality, Kate Baldwin is again the news of the revival...The plot does have the eerie relevance of mortgage foreclosures and easy credit. Harburg's lyrics are sly and delicious. Christopher Fitzgerald makes a delightful, increasingly libidinous leprechaun..Sweet, but short of grandish.

Talkin' Broadway B-
(Matthew Murray) I wish that the production itself were as good as it should be. This is, at its heart, a thrillingly original piece of writing that does what all topical and charged plays should do, but (especially these days) usually don’t: make its points with flair, wit, and color, rather than merely a heavy hand...Having a cast large enough to give visual heft to the dances and vocal weight to the songs makes a major psychological difference. And having an orchestra (unusual for an Encores!-transferred show, actually in the pit!) packed with (among others) nine strings, five woodwinds, and a harp, makes the score sound like, well, a score, lush and sweeping - not elevator music...But truly successful Broadway musicals also require that little something extra...Carlyle’s dances are fine as basic sketches, but lack the spark and invention needed to fill a full, orchestra-free stage...Plus, many of the actors are still performing as though they’re carrying scripts. This is most evident with Cheyenne Jackson, who’s utterly unequipped to play Woody, with far too thin and modern a voice and insufficiently charismatic rabble-rousing sensibilities.

Entertainment Weekly B-
(Tanner Stransky) An odd, farcical musical that, while by no means offensive, inspires this kind of response: "Huh? Really?"...The show walks a bizarre line between fantasy and reality, which makes the pairing of such heavy themes with a fantastical atmosphere come off as madcap. But despite the weaknesses of the original material, this revival is well cast and smartly performed...The music and dancing, too, are grand...The real showstopper comes just before intermission, when Terri White's Dottie, leading the show's sharecropper chorus, belts out a soul-heavy version of the hard-driving "Necessity." With performances like White's, it becomes rather easy to forget about Finian's narrative silliness.

Time Out NY C+
(Adam Feldman) Far be it from me to rain on the bows being taken by a vintage musical that has received rave reviews, but at times like this, one occasionally wonders: Has the critical community lost its ever-loving mind? Yes, Finian’s Rainbow has several appealing songs; and yes, this 1947 chestnut...is presented to its best advantage in Warren Carlyle’s large, loving production. But ultimately this is a dated and silly show: It’s blarney, it’s bunkum, it’s hokum and hooey. The leprechaun has no clothes...None of the show’s apples fall far from the twee...The cast, which includes the wonderful Terri White, shines—but the show is a golden crock.

New York Observer C+
(Jesse Oxfeld) A good-hearted, high-energy romp with big laughs, beloved songs and some excellent performances. It is also perplexing, a nonsensical and sometimes tedious story that leaves the audience scratching their heads...It’s impossible to dislike this Finian’s Rainbow, but it’s also impossible to love it...It’s all very self-consciously let’s-put-on-a-show. But it shouldn’t be, here on Broadway. Encores is a place for let’s-put-on-a-show. Encores is a place for fun productions of great scores that don’t merit a full revival (perhaps because the books make no sense). And Finian’s Rainbow was a perfect Encores show.

Lighting & Sound America A
(David Barbour) At a time when most revivals are overhyped or stylized beyond recognition--I'm talking about you, Bye Bye Birdie--it's a blessed relief to see one staged by artists who understand what the material has to offer. These pleasures include a genial, highly skilled cast; some delightful clowning; a gleeful willingness to spoof almost anything; and one of the most heavenly scores ever to float out of a Broadway orchestra pit. These days, it's no small achievement that Warren Carlyle, the director and choreographer, and his associates understand that this is more than enough...After years spent languishing in the "unrevivable" file, it turns out that all you need to put it over is the right cast, solid musical values, and a light screwball comedy touch -- all of which Carlyle's production has, in spades...I hope it sticks around for several St. Patrick's Days to come.

Backstage A+ 14; Theatermania A+ 14; The New York Times A 13; Variety A 13; Associated Press A 13; The Daily News A 13; LS&A A 13; New Jersey Newsroom A 13; The Hollywood Reporter A 13; USA Today A 13; Musical America A 13; On Off Broadway A 13; CurtainUp A 13; New York A- 12; Theater News Online A- 12; Bloomberg News A- 12; NY1 A- 12; VV B+ 11; New York Post B+ 11; Wall Street Journal B+ 11; Bergen Record B 10; Newsday B 10; Talkin' Broadway B- 9; Entertainment Weekly B- 9; TONY C+ 8; NYO C+ 8; TOTAL: 306/26= 11.77 (A-)
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Monday, October 26, 2009

Ordinary Days

GRADE: C+

Music and lyrics by Adam Gwon. Directed by Marc Bruni. Musical direction by Vadim Feichtner. At the Harold and Miriam Steinberg Center for Theatre. (CLOSED)

"Promising" is an odd credential to give a new artist, though it's one level better than "emerging." Depending on the critic, "promising" means either the start of something wonderful (NYTimes) or the plea for something wonderful to materialize (TONY, NYPost). Adam Gwon's 75-minute chamber musical Ordinary Days receives a smart, crisp staging at Roundabout's intimate Underground space. But most critics think Gwon has used his considerable talent to express the "ordinary" with too much fidelity: despite the title, they want more tonal or melodic variety in the music. It's either too little of a good thing or too expertly ordinary, which leaves the critics praising the craft and execution of this production while dreaming of a more fulfilling future one.


New York Times A-
(Charles Isherwood) “Ordinary Days,” ... captures with stinging clarity that uneasy moment in youth when doubts begin to cloud hopes for a future of unlimited possibility. A modest musical produced with an apt intimacy and expertly sung by an appealing cast, “Ordinary Days” introduces a promising newcomer to our talent-hungry musical theater, the composer and lyricist Adam Gwon. Mr. Gwon writes crisp, fluid and often funny lyrics that reflect the racing minds of the four New Yorkers on a nervous search for their immediate futures. His music is lean on melody and less effective — some stretches of the first half of this (nearly) sung-through 80-minute score seem interchangeable — but the songs in the final scenes have a greater reach and variety.

Backstage B
(Erik Haagensen) Out of context, the individual songs are undoubtedly impressive; strung together, they diminish each other ... Gwon is fortunate to have such a fine cast to deliver his show. Jared Gertner is sweet and lovably eccentric as Warren, who could easily come off as hopelessly annoying. Kate Wetherhead is spiky and amusing as Deb, who gets some of Gwon's wittiest lyrics, delivered by Wetherhead with rapier-like aplomb. Lisa Brescia excels at suggesting Claire's unexplained disaffectedness without alienating the audience. As Jason, Hunter Foster brings the force of his personality to another contemporary urban cipher and makes the character as interesting as he can. All four sing powerfully, and it is a pleasure to hear the unamplified results under Vadim Feichtner's precise musical direction in the intimate Roundabout Black Box space. Director Marc Bruni's staging is simple and swift on Lee Savage's nearly bare stage backed by stacks of changing colored-light boxes. Jeff Croiter illuminates it cleanly, and Lisa Zinni's contemporary costumes fill the bill just fine.

Associated Press B
(Michael Kuchwara) Director Marc Bruni has paced the show well. It moves at a steady, unrushed pace, played out against a backdrop of brightly lighted squares that change color as frequently as the characters' emotions in this slight slice of big-city life.

Time Out New York B-
(Adam Feldman) Gwon is a young writer of significant promise, who might benefit from working with collaborators next time around, especially a book writer or dramaturg. His main problem, right now, is a tendency to write in a neocabaret storytelling mode—I did this, then I did that, and then this happened—that too often strands his characters in the past tense and leaves them singing to an invisible therapist. If he can look more to the present and the future, he might be capable of extraordinary things.

Theatre Mania B-
(Brian Scott Lipton) But for better and worse, these folks' smaller-than-life travails end up being only modestly engaging ... Early on, in a very fine song called "Let Things Go," it's hinted that Claire's failure to fully love the remarkably patient Jason is tied to some past trauma. And it turns out to be a mistake for Gwon to wait until the penultimate number in the show, a beautiful and haunting ballad called "I'll Be Here," to further reveal Claire's tragedy. While he succeeds in creating a true "aha" moment, our sympathy for and understanding of the pair's dilemma would be much richer if we knew earlier about their particular dynamic. Marc Bruni's simple production keeps the focus on Gwon's songs (played simply on the piano by the excellent Vadim Feichtner), which are consistenly listenable. Still, Gwon's music lacks some originality, as it often echoes the sound of both Jason Robert Brown and Stephen Schwartz in their pop-theater mode.

New York Post C+
(Elisabeth Vincentelli) The conventional situations aren't enhanced by the undistinguishable tunes. It's as if Gwon wrote one 75-minute piece, then cut it in 18 slices. And because the show is sung through, the numbers must carry the narrative and often are overly verbose. Fortunately, the likable cast, well directed by Marc Bruni and backed by pianist Vadim Feichtner, injects personality into archetypes. Wetherhead and Gertner, in particular, overcome clichés, and Brescia shines in the next-to-last song, "I'll Be Here," a highly emotional number that obliterates everything that precedes it. At long last, the show has transcended its title.

Talkin' Broadway C+
(Matthew Murray) All the songs, whether set on the streets, on a Union Square rooftop, or in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, canter at exactly the same pace, with exactly the same lilts in exactly the same places. The lyrics always rhyme, and well, but always and only as you expect them to ... So deciding what to make of Gwon’s amiably ambling show, which has been stylishly directed by Marc Bruni, is not easy ... Most of Ordinary Days, then, relies on your own affection for those onstage. They’re all highly likable, with Gertner particularly endearing as a good-natured artistic soul selling too much of himself to make ends meet, and Brescia very convincing as a grown woman still struggling with her innate objections to little-girl frustrations. Foster, a bit uptight for the free-spirited Jason, and Wetherhead, who tends to mistake Deb’s all-consuming faux sophistication as the real thing, have it slightly tougher, but still reveal compelling colors in their characters. They all come across especially well in their songs, which they sing - gloriously sans microphones - against Vadim Feichtner’s fiercely controlled piano playing. And they’re all of a piece with Lee Savage's elegant light-board-skyscape set, which Jeff Croiter smartly illuminates. The evening as a whole, however, takes too few chances to ever completely cohere into anything truly transporting.

Curtain Up C+
(Miriam Colin) As for the music generally, the lyrics are quite witty and don't strain to land their rhymes. The melodies are less memorable but that may be because they just keep coming on which tends to weaken the overall impact. As with any musical, the tunes might resonate more with repeated listening. The somewhat bland and archetypical underpinnings notwithstanding, the excellent cast and attractive staging makes this a pleasantly enjoyable 80 minutes. Director Marc Bruno does manage to bring out what's best about this little show, its flavor of the anonymity of a huge city like New York which nevertheless allows strangers to connect and affect each other — shades of the ever popular anecdotes in The New York Times "Metropolitan Diary" column.

Variety C
(Marilyn Stasio) For all the technical proficiency of Gwon's work and Marc Bruni's staging, the musical is buried under its own banality ... Only Claire (a sweet-voiced Lisa Brescia) has a legitimate arc to play in her final solo, "I'll Be Here" -- and to give it away would spoil the show's sole moving moment. With three new shows coming up and significant grant-inducing work behind him, Gwon has hardly trashed his rep as one of those gifted young creatives everyone wants a piece of. He sets his smooth, easily digestible melodies to clever, nonthreatening lyrics that have a remarkable narrative thrust to them. That takes genuine talent. But so does writing characters with real brains and honest feelings -- and that's one talent Gwon hasn't quite mastered on his own.

New York Daily News C-
(Joe Dziemianowicz) Newcomer Adam Gwon has written 18 tunes, with a couple of very pretty melodies and too much predictable poetry. The repetitive tempos and tone of the music, however, make you zone out, not hone in. Too bad, since it all knits together in a climax of unexpected poignance.

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Village Voice D
(Michael Feingold) Adam Gwon's Ordinary Days (Roundabout Underground) is a pallid, tenuous, incessantly pattery little musical, about four pallidly characterized people, that lives down to its title. Gwon is worth encouraging, though his lyrics at present show much more skill than his music does. But the assumption that this sketchy 80-minute event constituted a full evening of theater fits the pattern of an institution where artistic decisions seem to be made randomly, not responsibly.

New York Times A- 12; Backstage B 10; Associated Press B 10; TONY B- 9; TheatreMania B- 9; New York Post C+ 8; Talkin' Broadway C+ 8; Curtain Up C+ 8; Variety C 7; NY Daily News C- 6; Village Voice D 4. TOTAL: 91/11 = 8.27 (C+)
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Brighton Beach Memoirs

GRADE: B+

By Neil Simon, Directed by David Cromer. At the Nederlander Theater. (CLOSED)

In one of the few instances where reviews of a non-auteurist work actually discuss a play's direction in depth, critics debate the merits of David Cromer's naturalistic, non-shticky take on Brighton Beach Memoirs, with most agreeing that he uncovers previously-unseen depths in Neil Simon's massive 1983 hit. Yea-sayers dig the way the show wraps itself warmly around its audience like a snuggie, and are appreciative of Cromer's approach, which blunts some of the aggravating and overly ingratiating edges of Simon's script. The unmoved this time around are Stephanie Zacharek and John Simon: Simon doesn't like what he sees as a not-Jewish-enough production, while one suspects Zacharek wouldn't like Brighton Beach Memoirs if it contained a musical number midway through praising her by name.


Newsday A+
(Linda Winer) With his beautifully cast and calibrated production, Cromer keeps the pace and rhythm of Simon's humor while recognizing shadows more often seen in American tragedies by Arthur Miller. Narrator Eugene - played with astonishing maturity and affection by gifted newcomer Noah Robbins - doesn't miss the inbuilt jokes about the horrors of broiled liver and puberty, and diseases too scary to be spoken aloud. But we never are allowed to forget that the laughs are attached to a price.

TalkinBroadway A
(Matthew Murray) The real question about this production and the partner-in-crime sequel with which it’s about to run in rep under the title The Neil Simon Plays, Broadway Bound (slated to open next month), was whether its other-kind-of-visionary director would be able to match Simon laugh for laugh and tear for tear. The answer, I’m happy to report, is an emphatic yes.

TheaterMania A
(Brian Scott Lipton) As he's proved with his recent acclaimed productions of Elmer Rice's Adding Machine and Thornton Wilder's Our Town, Cromer's particular gifts as a director are to bring even the most theatrical characters to recognizable and fully-dimensional life and to establish a particular rhythm for the world they inhabit. And here, even when Cromer must embrace the occasional over-jokiness of Simon's mostly heartfelt script, he wisely downplays the work's sitcom-like qualities to focus on the human drama. In the production's best moments, there's a sense that we have dropped in, unobserved, on an endangered species in their natural habitat. (Cromer even encourages the actors at times to talk over each other or turn their backs to the audiences.)

Variety A
(David Rooney) It's easy to imagine Brighton Beach becoming either mawkish or sitcommy in the wrong hands. But Cromer has wisely opted not to direct it as comedy shaded by poignant moments, instead taking the more sober reverse approach of treating the play as a family drama leavened by humor. That choice pays off beautifully. The cast is on the exact same wavelength; they play the characters, not the jokes, so while there's plenty of Simon's trademark wisecracks and one-liners, they are not the engine. What drives the play is the humanity and compassion, virtues and failings of the very real people onstage, and the constant collision of love, anxiety and frustration that shapes their relationships.

Washington Post A
(Peter Marks) Cromer's meticulous approach to Simon turns on the day-to-day hardships of keeping food on the table for an extended lower-middle-class family in Depression-era Brooklyn. His strategy adds emotional weight to the performances, not only for the younger actors but also for such well-cast veterans as Laurie Metcalf and Dennis Boutsikaris, playing the boys' parents.

Backstage A
(Erik Haagensen) Cromer's clean, straightforward direction happily shuns all shtick. Even better, he has cast well. Of course, without a Eugene there is no play (the role made a star out of Matthew Broderick), and here we get the terrific Noah Robbins, making an auspicious Broadway debut at only 19. Robbins take control like a seasoned veteran. His rock-solid comic timing is nevertheless integrated into a detailed, finely nuanced characterization of this young man struggling to discover himself. He and the charismatic Santino Fontana as Stanley have excellent rapport: Their scene in which Stanley enlightens Eugene about sexual matters is a highlight. As their cousins, Gracie Bea Lawrence charms as the dutiful Laurie, who isn't as sure about her heart's flutter as her mother is, and Alexandra Socha makes a strong impression as Nora, showing us the inner seething resentment that could easily lead this bright young girl down dangerous roads.

Time Out NY A
(David Cote) You could call it Odets with titty jokes, but humor is desperately needed in the Jerome household. Cromer and a simply superb cast (including Dennis Boutsikaris as father Jake, Jessica Hecht as Aunt Blanche and Santino Fontana as the older brother) take the hardship of the Depression-era period seriously, and don’t lean on the script’s sitcomish rhythms. By not treating Brighton Beach Memoirs as one of the author’s typical yukfests, the drama ends up being that much more hilarious.

NY1 A
(Roma Torre) When I first saw Brighton Beach Memoirs by Neil Simon 26 years ago, it was a comedy with drama. In the current revival, it's a drama with comedy. While the script is essentially the same with topnotch actors in both productions, the difference is the direction. David Cromer, fresh from his unique, naturalistic off-Broadway staging of "Our Town," applies his now trademark directorial magic to the Neil Simon classic. The result is triumphant, as just as it was a huge hit back then, it deserves to be once again

USAToday A
(Elysa Gardner) Simon's unabashedly sentimental account of all this is not the kind of stuff that gets deconstructed in college literature courses. Still, with the right combination of comic panache and gentle insight, it can be extremely winning — and this cast, lovingly directed by David Cromer, has both qualities in spades.

Lighting and Sound America A-
(David Barbour) [The play] is such a funny and touching experience because Cromer has presented the play straight up, no chaser. His achievement -- and it's a considerable one -- lies in his ability to get his talented company to enliven the play with a beautifully realized design and any number of telling bits of business. Simon's play is a sentimental, sepia-toned snapshot of his family as it never was -- a hard-working, battling, wisecracking Jewish-American tribe who get through each day of the Depression on sheer grit and tough love. The first of a series of darkercomedies rooted in the author's past, it's a decidedly uneven piece of work. Cromer doesn't try to hide any flaws; instead, he deepens this sometimes cartoonish family portrait by filling out a bit of color here and extending a shadow there, bringing out dimensions that hardly seemed to exist before.

The Chicago Tribune A-
(Chris Jones) In his distinguished and, frankly, very moving Broadway directing debut, David Cromer mostly does what he has been doing for years in little theaters all over Chicago. He tackles a tired, second-tier play — Neil Simon’s autobiographical Brighton Beach Memoirs — that has become clouded with contrivances, cliches and the stamps of star actors, and, in this particular case, expectations over the efficient deliveries of iconic one-liners. He strips all that nonsense away like so much cheap Broadway bark, and he rediscovers the actual, vulnerable Americans underneath. Cromer unlocks a big-hearted and aptly autumnal drama about the agonies of parenting, the rewards of loving your brother, the hopes and desires of youth, the confounding difficulty of keeping food on your extended family’s table in 1937, with the world on the cusp of war.

Entertainment Weekly A- Laughs are, after all, Simon's stock and trade. There are plenty of them in this fine revival, easily the best show of a young Broadway season. A lot of things may have changed in the last quarter century, but this show's punchlines still work.

Wall St. Journal B+
(Terry Teachout) I'm not going to try to tell you that all this effort has turned Brighton Beach Memoirs into a theatrical masterpiece. It's still a commercial comedy into which a freshening dollop of vinegar has been stirred. But by steering clear of coarse trickery, David Cromer has made the Jerome family seem immeasurably more real without diminishing the play's still-considerable entertainment value.

NYTimes B+
(Ben Brantley) In trying to subvert the cliché of the screaming Jewish family dinner, Mr. Cromer hasn’t come up with an alternative connective sensibility. I was often aware of a host of individual performances — some of them very artful — that didn’t necessarily link into the others. And there were times I felt an intellectual distance between the performers and their roles...Yet if this Memoirs seldom sings rousingly in its choral scenes, it often makes lovely music in its duets. Mr. Boutsikaris and Ms. Metcalf have several throwaway moments, involving little more than exchanged glances and half-gestures, that say much about why their characters’ marriage flourishes. Ms. Metcalf and Ms. Hecht have a gorgeous, underplayed scene of reconciliation that is one of the show’s high points.

New York Post B
(Elisabeth Vincentelli) If this revival works at all -- and mostly it does -- it's largely thanks to director David Cromer and his cast. In last year's Our Town, Cromer stripped away decades of saccharine to reveal an Americana imbued with both joy and melancholy dignity. Simon's play isn't as good as Thornton Wilder's, but the ensemble here goes for a similar tic-free vibe. Metcalf and Hecht, in particular, find gradations of doubt, pain and hope in one-note characters, while Robbins saves Eugene from being a mere wisecrack.

NY Daily News C+
(Joe Dziemianowicz) One can imagine what drew Cromer to Brighton Beach. Like Our Town, its story reaches into the cosmos. Which is why the show curtain is a page from Eugene's journal, pinpointing his place in the world: "... Brighton Beach, Borough of Brooklyn, Kings County ..." The personal turns universal. One wishes that this revival had found a way to better personalize itself. It'd make the notion of visiting the Jeromes again next month — when the companion play "Broadway Bound" is set to run in rep — more inviting, especially at $110 a pop.

NY Magazine D+
(Stephanie Zacharek) This revival, directed by David Cromer (Our Town), clearly tries to ease up on some of the play’s aggressive broadness while preserving its raucous, slightly crude spirit. But that broadness, like a persistent jack-in-the-box, can’t be tamped down for long, and the result is a wearying evening of squeezed-out laughs. Simon’s alter ego, the hormonally charged 15-year-old Eugene Morris Jerome, isn’t the hero of the play—he’s the tummler, working overtime to coax a response from the audience. The actor who portrays him here, a newcomer named Noah Robbins, fulfills Simon’s intent to the letter. He’s playing to the house pretty hard, especially during the extensive narration.

Bloomberg D
(John Simon) What the evening sorely lacks is aromatic Jewish-American inflection and idiomatic gesticulation, somewhat deficient even in the original production, presumably from fear of being mistaken for patronizing caricature, instead of recognized as leavening authenticity.

ND A+ 14 NY1 A 13; TB A 13; TM A 13; TONY A 13; BS A 13; V A 13; WAPO A 13; USA A 13; LSA A- 12; EW A- 12; TCT A- 12; WSJ B+ 11; NYT B+ 11; NYP B 10; NYDN C+ 8; NYMAG D+ 5; BB D 4; TOTAL = 203 / 18= 11.27 B+
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Friday, October 23, 2009

The Emperor Jones

GRADE: A-


By Eugene O'Neill. Directed by Ciaran O'Reilly. Irish Rep. Through Nov. 29.

Is it too late to do it straight? Eugene O'Neill's 1927 play about a black convict who escapes to become the tinpot despot of small Caribbean island may be best known to contemporary audiences for the Wooster Group's ironic blackface version, questionable dialect and "n"-word and all. But Irish Rep's new production gets extremely high marks from critics for embracing O'Neill's dark fable on its own Jungian terms, with universal praise going to John Douglas Thompson's powerful lead performance and to the puppetry of Bob Flanagan. WSJ's Terry Teachout, though nursing serious doubts about the play, is nevertheless totally on board with the director Ciaran O'Reilly's approach, while Variety's Marilyn Stasio, while hailing Thompson, couldn't quite climb aboard the show's dreamy ride.


The New York Times A+
(Ben Brantley) The fallen emperor has been returned to glory...An ember of real magnificence has been uncovered and fanned, gently and artfully, into a blazing flame. Set in a fluid, shadowy dreamscape, through which Mr. Thompson moves like a thrashing sleeper in a nightmare, this “Emperor” digs into recesses of the every-mind, setting off Jungian echoes of universal resonance in a work often perceived as a dated portrait of the black man’s burden. While much of Mr. O’Reilly’s production occurs in near-darkness, I can’t think of another show (in what has been a mostly lusterless theater season) that burns brighter. This act of illumination is a pinnacle in the rethinking of O’Neill’s short, brutal play, which spent decades moldering in that corner cupboard reserved for embarrassing works by great writers...Making exquisite use of dreamlike masks and puppets (by Bob Flanagan) and an aural backdrop (by Ryan Rumery and Christian Frederickson) that seems to originate in your own head, this “Emperor Jones” is quieter and stealthier than any I’ve seen...A shivery whisper runs through this production.

Time Out NY A
(Garrett Eisler) O’Neill’s The Emperor Jones has finally come home. In a humble downtown space reminiscent of the old Provincetown Playhouse (where the play premiered in 1920) the Irish Rep’s bold revival executes O’Neill’s original modernist vision to the hilt...Although the relatively naturalistic beginning and end feel a bit clunky, the centerpiece “haunts” of Jones’s fatal jungle journey are rendered in a stirring mise-en-scène that (on a tiny stage platform, no less) fully realizes O’Neill’s vision of a man descending step by step into the collective unconscious of his race. Most successfully, Bob Flanagan’s Balinese-style puppets bring impossible dream sequences of chain gangs and slave auctions to life with eerie surprise...With his disciplined physical command and sheer verbal power, Thompson dispels from the outset any preconceptions of Jones as an inarticulate savage.

Nytheatre.com A
(Amber Gallery) It is a joy and a privilege to see O Neill's examination of the human subconscious brought to life in this fully realized, gorgeous, bone-chilling night of theatre...John Douglas Thompson transitions seamlessly from man-in-power to the regretful whimpering creature that Jones becomes. His demanding physical presence and booming voice serve the role well...The main attraction in The Emperor Jones, however, is the imaginary world through which Jones travels. And director Ciaran O'Reilly, his talented actors, dancers, and brilliant team of designers lead us through the jungle of Jones's mind exquisitely...The final dance of the witch doctor, performed by the astonishing Sinclair Mitchell and choreographed by Barry McNabb, is the most affecting piece of dance I have seen in years.

CurtainUp A
(Elyse Sommer) O'Reilly's staging is mindblowing. O'Neill himself restored masks to the theater in 1926 with The Great God Brown in order to, as he put it, "express those profound hidden conflicts of the mind which the probings of psychology continue to disclose to us." For a play that, except for the opening, unfolds mostly in the title character's mind, those puppets and masks are a stunning evocation of the past that haunt Jones' desperate flight from his rebellious subjects: From his Pullman porterdays to his days on a chain gang where he killed a guard, to his escape to the West Indies Island where he finagled his way to an ill-begotten throne...The crafts team O'Reilly has assembled to create this eerie Jungian landscape is extraordinary. The extraordinary puppets and the actors who inhabit them, as well as the costumes, atmospheric music and lighting are not just co-stars, but could easily upstage a lesser actor than Thompson. But Thompson is riveting.

Theatermania A
(David Finkle) Director Ciaran O'Reilly has found at least one astonishing way to overcome these obstacles and restore The Emperor Jones to a blood-chilling, bone-rattling work of theater, by transforming the Irish Rep's stage into an eerie fantasy land. Furthermore, he's cast the monumental John Douglas Thompson, a memorable Moor in the Theatre for a New Audience's Othello production last season, who does an equally fearless, ennobling job now as Jones...To depict Jones' increasingly debilitating flight, Thompson applies his imposing physique and sonorous voice to a figure, assailed by growing fears. As he does, he inspires the kind of theatrical awe that playwrights since the Greeks have sought.

New York Post A
(Elisabeth Vincentelli) Even today, the play's meaning remains hotly debated. But there is no doubt that it is one of O'Neill's most haunting, visceral works, and this nightmarish staging does it full justice. Adding greatly to the evening's power is the central performance by John Douglas Thompson as Jones...The actor's fearsome physical presence and booming baritone voice makes Jones' psychological disintegration all the more harrowing. Director Ciaran O'Reilly's production brilliantly depicts Jones' journey into the terrors of the jungle, which seems to literally come to life thanks to superbly designed puppets and masks...Offering excellent support are Rick Foucheux as Jones' cockney henchman, and the rest of the ensemble playing characters ranging from a witch doctor to the leader of the native forces.

Wall Street Journal A-
(Terry Teachout) Smart, forceful, fiercely involving and wholly successful...Mr. O'Reilly has had the inspired notion of using a team of fantastically costumed dancer-puppeteers to play these supernatural creatures, who in the Irish Rep's production seem all too believable. Nine decades after it first set New York theatergoers on their ears, "The Emperor Jones" feels a bit creaky in spots, partly because it resembles Rudyard Kipling's "The Man Who Would Be King" too closely for comfort and partly because Evelyn Waugh would cover some of the same ground even more creatively in "Black Mischief." I'm not so sure that O'Neill's play still works as a poetic statement about the thin ice on which Western civilization rests, but it definitely works as a tour de force for a first-rate black actor, and Mr. Thompson is all that and then some...Even if, like me, you have mixed feelings about O'Neill, don't miss "The Emperor Jones." I doubt you'll ever see it done better.

Lighting & Sound America A-
(David Barbour) By teaming with some inventive designers and a commanding leading man, O'Reilly has created an experience that, one suspects, is just as nerve-rattling as O'Neill would have wished...Not everything in O'Reilly's production works. The use of performers dressed as trees, lurking in the background and reconfiguring themselves to further confuse Jones, is a little awkward -- although, in other respects, Antonia Ford-Roberts' costumes (especially Jones' military uniform) fit well into the production's hothouse atmosphere...But The Emperor Jones also provides fascinating evidence of how O'Neill could transfer his own terrible conflicts into startlingly varied theatrical frameworks. In this production, the question of racism is tabled, partly because of the power of Thompson's performance and partly because Jones so obviously seems to be a projection of the ravenous appetites and searing guilts that tormented the author...Like much of O'Neill's second-tier work, The Emperor Jones is weird, excessive, even foolish. And yet, like most of his work, it exerts its own undeniable power for all of that.

Variety B-
(Marilyn Stasio) The primitive dialect, the native superstitions and all the other supposedly racist elements in Eugene O'Neill's 1920 tragedy that make sensitive auds squirm nowadays are simply brushed aside by John Douglas Thompson. This astonishingly gifted thesp -- unknown hereabouts until he won kudos for his recent portrayal of Othello for Theater for a New Audience -- confers dignity, intelligence, canniness and a sly sense of humor on the psychologically complex character of Brutus Jones...But thesp doesn't get what he needs from Ciaran O'Reilly's direction, which relies on puppets manipulated by masked actors in strange, Gumby-like costumes to convey the invisible sources of Jones' panic...On the Irish Rep's painfully inadequate stage, we can see right through the artifice.

The New York Times A+ 14; Time Out NY A 13; Nytheatre.com A 13; CurtainUp A 13; Theatermania A 13; New York Post A 13; Wall Street Journal A- 12; LS&A A- 12; Variety B- 9; TOTAL: 112/9=12.44 (A-)
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After Miss Julie

GRADE: C+

A Version of Stridberg's Miss Julie By Patrick Marber, Directed by Mark Brokaw. At the American Airlines Theater. (CLOSED)

Earning everything from an A from David Cote to a rare F- from Terry Teachout, After Miss Julie is a case in which the critics agree about nothing. Sienna Miller is spellbinding and brilliant and delivers a harrowing performance! Or wait, no, she just walks around looking skinny. Patrick Marber's setting the play during the night that Labor took Parliament in 1945 and ousted Winston Churchill is a stroke of genius! No, wait, it simply mires the play in unnecessary class politics that obscure rather than enlighten. Even the reviews with similar grades disagree, with some praising the adaptation but not the acting, and others believing the acting saves a pointless update of the material. The only points of consensus: Mark Brokaw's staging, Marin Ireland's performance (when mentioned), and Allen Moyer's set design all come out with generally favorable marks.



NYMag A
(Stephanie Zacharek) August Strindberg’s 1888 play Miss Julie is lauded as a great work, but I’m not so sure about that. It’s a terse, cold play that examines an archetypal hysterical female, locked into rigid ideas of sex and class, as if she were a bug under a jar. It is scarily persistent, though, and Patrick Marber’s After Miss Julie is the rare reimagining of a classic play that may actually improve upon the original. This passionate reworking shifts the setting to a country estate outside London in 1945—when the differences between lower and upper classes were supposedly dissolving—and strives to understand Strindberg’s confused characters instead of just diagnosing them.

Backstage A
(Erik Haagensen) After Roundabout's recent Bye Bye Birdie debacle, it's heartening to be able to report that the company has bounced back with a gripping production of Patrick Marber's After Miss Julie, his reworked version of Strindberg's classic...Film star Sienna Miller essays the title character. Though this is only her second stage appearance, she is clearly to the medium born. She wrings every nuance from her mercurial character and is particularly adept at suggesting the damaged girl within this restless and unhappy young woman. While Miller's beauty lights up the American Airlines Theatre, she doesn't rely upon it and is indeed fearless in abandoning it when necessary. When Miss Julie's fantasies of running off with John to New York to start a new life collapse, Miller turns her character's attempt to reassert her class privileges into a throbbing wound. Even when Miss Julie's actions threaten to destroy everyone around her, Miller makes her selfishness understandable and even sympathetic.

NY1 A
(David Cote) Of New York’s big nonprofit theaters, none has a weakness for star casting like the Roundabout Theatre Company. They seem incapable of mounting a show without a celebrity, however minor or unsuited to the task. But sometimes it actually works, as with "After Miss Julie," starring the lovely and unexpectedly potent Sienna Miller...Matching her for passion and rage is Jonny Lee Miller, athletic and forceful, but capable of shrinking into childlike terror as John. Together, they dance a toxic tango that’s sexy, dangerous and thrilling to watch.

Chicago Tribune A-
(Chris Jones) This is a very clever and consistently arresting script — Marber infuses the original drama with an upstairs-downstairs sense of social tension, but also recognizes that this was always mostly a play about sex. Thus this play...both captures the throbbing sensuality of its source and offers a juicy look at frustrated but ill-equipped Brits desperate to escape the post-war inertia of the grey world outside the manor. The eminently watchable Millers find two aptly contrasting modes of frustration — Sienna Miller's Julie is a spoiled self-hater with violent sexual desires (a danger of celebrity in any era), and a consequent need to switch at whim from aggressor to victim. Meanwhile, Jonny Lee Miller is like a caged animal, pacing the kitchen after being forced to switch from powerful soldier-killer to subservient shoe-shiner. No wonder he wants to sleep with his needy boss.

USAToday B
(Elysa Gardner) Julie's motives and her attraction to John (and his to her) are more complicated, though. As her personal background is revealed, Miller makes her desperation and desire palpable. She's at once willful and confused, sad and irritating. It is, for all its surface bravado — Miller speaks loudly and crisply, almost spitting out her lines at times — a nuanced performance. As John, British actor Jonny Lee Miller (no relation) is a worthy partner — a sparring partner. In character, the Millers can often seem poised to either kiss or punch each other, and it can be difficult to discern which. But if director Mark Brokaw milks the heated chemistry between John and Julie, he also allows them moments of sly wit and affecting tenderness.

AP B
(Michael Kuchwara) The Roundabout Theatre Company production, which opened Thursday at its American Airlines Theatre, demonstrates that Marber's updating and transplanting of the Scandinavian drama to post-World War II England works, for the most part, just fine.

Lighting and Sound America B
(David Barbour) If After Miss Julie must be listed under the season's misfires, it's a classy and fascinating one, put together by people of real talent. The problem is, what do we make of August Strindberg today -- and what of value does he have to say to us?

Hollywood Reporter B
(Frank Scheck) Certainly, Marber's version traffics in an erotic frankness at which Strindberg could only hint. But the updating really does the play no favors, as it only accentuates its less-subtle aspects. Hewing fairly closely to the original, "After Miss Julie" seems more like a footnote than a genuinely thoughtful reinvention. Still, the evening has its fascinations. In a more modern context, the psychological gamesmanship takes on an even deeper resonance. And Mark Brokaw's tense staging, though lacking the intimacy of the original Donmar Warehouse production, is very effective.

Theater News Online B
(Patrick Lee) The other two performances, under Mark Brokaw‘s direction, are consistently successful. Lee Miller brings a palpable, almost animal frustration to his portrayal of John that makes believable the character’s visceral attraction to Miss Julie. You can feel a lifetime of buried, hopeless ambition behind John’s every move. Ireland brings life to what could be a thankless “quiet dignity” role by emphasizing Christine’s intelligence. For the majority of the production, when all three actors are on the same page, After Miss Julie is charged, stimulating theatre.

NY Daily News B-
(Joe Dziemianowicz) Miller, making her Broadway debut, is improbably beautiful, every inch the "fine-looking filly" John calls her. She's committed and competent, but her performance is a shade monochromatic, not modulated enough to make Miss Julie's jagged edges sharp. Jonny Lee Miller, whose résumé is studded with London theater roles plus TV's "Eli Stone," also makes his New York debut. He's a dynamic, striking presence as the servant whose post-coital glow turns to ice once reality bites. Marin Ireland completes the cast as John's pragmatic fiancee, Christine, the family cook. A Tony nominee for Reasons to Be Pretty, she adds sizzle with withering stares that could peel paint - or flay flesh.

TheaterMania B-
(David Finkle) Director Mark Brokaw production is initially quite effective, but as it proceeds -- especially after Miss Julie and John have gone to his room to consummate their relationship, and after Christine has discovered them and later confronts him (none of which Strindberg strictly specified) -- the mood switches from genuinely theatrical to histrionic. Among its more problematic moments are the killing of Miss Julie's pet bird and its bloody aftermath (real and symbolic), which require a dramatic delicacy not entirely brought off by its leading lady.

NYPost B-
(Elisabeth Vincentelli) Strindberg described his heroine as having a "weak and degenerate brain," a strain of misogyny that made his play devastating. This isn't the Julie of Marber, director Mark Brokaw or Sienna Miller. John doesn't feel brutal enough, either. (Only the brilliant Marin Ireland, in the thankless part of the cook, succeeds in playing varying emotions, which move across her face like shifting clouds.) It's this fear -- or inability -- of making the two leads as unhinged or as odious as they need to be that keeps "After Miss Julie" from taking off.

Entertainment Weekly C
(Jeff Labrecque) When the audience is finally willing to accept that John is merely the instrument for Julie's self-destruction, the play inconveniently asserts the lovers' long-suppressed pining for each other, which only underlines the performers' shortcomings. The two lovers trade verbal blows, while deciding whether to run away to New York City. ''The Americans are charmed by us,'' says poor, bland John. ''They die for the accent.'' I wish it were so.

North Jersey C
(Robert Feldberg) After Miss Julie is never dull, but the characters don't invite much involvement; you regard them as you would curiosities in a sideshow. More than crazy passion is needed for a drama to hit home.

NYTimes C-
(Ben Brantley) While Mr. Miller and Ms. Miller are undeniably attractive people, their Julie and John don’t seem terribly attractive to each other, a serious problem. There is one early moment of real erotic tension, when Julie extends her leg and asks John to kiss her shoe. Ms. Miller looks smug at first, then saucy, then distinctly uncomfortable and finally a bit frightened, as Julie wonders what she has let herself in for. Mr. Miller snatches at that pretty foot like a ravenous fish going after a hooked worm. Unfortunately, he — and we — are destined to stay hungry for the rest of the night.

Bloomberg C-
(John Simon) Logic, a bit stretched even in Strindberg, is out the window in Marber. Nevertheless, something of the original survives, and this, given also the occasional witticism (Julie: Do I shock you? John: Not as much as you’d like to) makes the play watchable. Mark Brokaw, the director, has observed almost too well Strindberg’s request for extensive silences when only one character or none is onstage, or when conversation is supposed to bog down awkwardly. This is unusual and impressive. Moreover, he makes good use of the large, well-appointed set, on which distance between characters and flurries of movement can be effectively exploited. Strindbergian naturalism is well served.

Newsday D+
(Linda Winer) And so it is with After Miss Julie, Patrick Marber's pointless and pretty toothless British update of August Strindberg's 19th century Swedish power-play about class and sexual warfare. To be fair, there is sort of a point to director Mark Brokaw's good-looking production - that is, the fan-mag matchup of young British celebu-stars Sienna Miller and Jonny Lee Miller (no relation) with characters intended to shock audiences since 1888. Both prove to be real actors - but especially he does, as he twitches and flips between being an upward-mobile hustler and a besotted slave to the landowner's overheated daughter, who hunts him down in the huge old kitchen of the estate (meticulously designed by Allen Moyer).

On Off Broadway D+
(Matt Windman) Mark Brokaw's production features so many pauses that it makes the short play feel too long. Still, it benefits from a very realistic set design depicting a large, cluttered kitchen and a generally impressive three-member cast. Tabloid starlet Sienna Miller, who is making her Broadway debut as the title character, enters the stage with aggressive sexual authority, enough to melt down any man who enters her path. But as the play progresses, her attempts to convey Julie's fragile emotions and sudden desperation feel forced and artificial.

Variety D
(David Rooney) That's some handsome country kitchen Allen Moyer has designed for After Miss Julie, with its chunky farm table, its sideboard stacked with Wedgewood and its oven range fringed by hanging copper pots and hissing steam. Pity there's so little cooking in Mark Brokaw's enervated production. Like Strindberg's play, Patrick Marber's blunt postwar-English update of the 1888 drama about class and sex requires an actress capable of negotiating wild swings and reversals. But Sienna Miller is out of her depth in the title role, making her dance of power and death an unaffecting tragedy.

TalkinBroadway D
(Matthew Murray) Can one determined cook save a broth spoiled by too many interlopers? As it turns out in the Roundabout Theatre Company’s underpowered new production of After Miss Julie, the answer is no - but it’s a close call. Were it not for Marin Ireland, who plays the kitchen worker Christine, Patrick Marber’s play at the American Airlines would be far too soupy for even diehard gourmands to digest. But her presence adds a dash of desperately needed seasoning to an almost parodically watery evening.

New Jersey Newsroom D
(Michael Sommers) Unless someone is an unconditional fan of either Miller, there's little reason to see Roundabout Theatre Company's so-what production, which, considering the questionable necessity for reviving the piece at all these days, might better be titled "Why Miss Julie?"

Wall Street Journal F-
(Terry Teachout) Mr. Marber claims that After Miss Julie is "in its way, truer" than the original play on which it's based, but all he's done for Miss Julie is tart it up with politics and vulgarize it beyond recognition. As for Ms. Miller, a model turned second-tier movie star, all she does is stalk around the stage striking vampy poses and looking really, really skinny. I almost felt sorry for her, but the truth is that she has no more business playing a classic stage role than I have posing for the cover of Vogue. The Roundabout Theatre Company should be ashamed of itself for asking her to do so.

NY A 13; BS A 13; NY1 A 13; CT A- 12; USA B 10; AP B 10; THR B 10; LSA B 10; TNO B 10; NYP B- 9; TM B- 9; NYDN B- 9; EW C 7; NJ C 7; NYT C- 6; BB C- 6; ND D+ 5; OOB D+ 5; V D 4; TB D 4; NJNR D 4; WSJ F- 0; TOTAL: 176/23 = 7.66 (C+)
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Thursday, October 22, 2009

Avenue Q

GRADE: A



Music and Lyrics by Robert Lopez and Jeff Marx, Book by Jeff Whitty, Directed by Jason Moore. At New World Stages.

Avenue Q made headlines when they managed to (thanks to some union concessions) move the show from Broadway to Off Broadway. So how did the show's return to its (somewhat) scrappier roots fare with the critics? Frankly, reading this crop you get the sense that reviewers have embraced Avenue Q as a pair of causes as much as they have embraced it as a show. And what are those causes? First, that commercial Off Broadway is not dead, and second that innovative musicals can be successful. Thus you get a surprisingly level of sentimentality in this batch of reviews. Brantley's review in the Times, for example, is quite sweet and, dare I write it... moving.




New York Times A
(Ben Brantley) Watching [the cast] bring new shadings to the art of blurring the boundaries between cloth and flesh is a pleasure, as their characters wrestle with issues of sex, love, commitment and time passing. Though I don’t belong to the same generation as these frustrated figures, I felt a reassuring sense of homecoming when I once again saw Anna Louizos’s cartoon urban streetscape. Part of that is a critic’s gratitude for a proven show with an original sensibility in a theater season short on musical imagination. But pretty much anyone who remembers arriving in New York, fresh from school, without a trust fund or a sugar daddy (or momma), will find grounds for identifying with those rudderless figures onstage. The show’s concluding number, “Only for Now,” hymns the curse and comfort of the idea that nothing is forever.

TheaterMania A
(Andy Propst) The Tony Award-winning musical Avenue Q remains as sharp and funny at its new Off-Broadway home at New World Stages as it did in its previous incarnations at the Vineyard Theatre and Broadway's Golden Theatre. Indeed, the show's clever score (by Jeff Marx and Robert Lopez) and book (by Jeff Whitty) -- about a motley group of New York residents facing life's challenges together -- continue to delight, and director Jason Moore's production still sparkles.

Backstage A
(David Sheward) Seth Rettberg has boyish charm as the puppet protagonist Princeton and endearing fussiness as Rod, the closeted investment banker. Anika Larsen displays a supple, powerful voice as well as impressive comic timing as Kate Monster, Princeton's girlfriend, and Lucy the Slut, the vampish skank who turns his head—and a few other body parts. Sala Iwamatsu lands most of Christmas Eve's sarcastic quips, but her character's Japanese accent is so thick at times that the punch lines get lost. As her comedian-wannabe husband, Brian, Nicholas Kohn has the least showy role, but he holds his own in a cast of puppets and furry monsters. Danielle K. Thomas makes a delightfully nasty Gary Coleman, the former child star turned janitor. Cullen R. Titmas and Maggie Lakis endow a variety of characters, including the cute and destructive Bad News Bears, with puckish personality.

Variety A
(David Rooney) The closing of a long-running Broadway show invariably sends a sentimental pang through the New York theater community. But even if Avenue Q no longer lives on the Main Stem, what matters is that it lives on. Of all the musicals hatched in the post-2000 age of irony, this cheeky satire of children's television shows like "Sesame Street" has arguably remained the freshest and funniest. Returning to its Off Broadway origins, the 2004 Tony winner shows no discernible signs of downsizing and no loss of heart. If anything, its message of endurance with a smile seems even more appropriate for these challenging times.

Wall Street Journal A
(Terry Teachout) Jason Moore's energetic staging actually looks better in a smallish Off-Broadway house than it did in the 800-seat John Golden Theatre...I enjoyed it every bit as much as when I first saw it on Broadway six years ago. So will you.

TalkinBroadway A-
(Matthew Murray) The new theater is smaller and more institutional in feel than the John Golden, but that helps the show regain some of the intimacy it lost between the Vineyard and Broadway. And although the performers are all talented and amiable alumni from other productions, they lack the expansive personalities and artisan puppeteering chops the original actors (including John Tartaglia, Stephanie D’Abruzzo, Jennifer Barnhart, and puppet designer Rick Lyon) had. So they have an even harder time stretching a 30-minute-with-commercials joke to over two hours - something that’s been a challenge with this show since its earliest days. There have been a few minor rewrites and restagings over the years: I’m sure a few lines of dialogue near the beginning and a reprise in Act II weren’t there when the show opened, and when Princeton and Kate Monster used to sing of a “Mix Tape,” they held a real tape rather than a CD. (I assume Marx and Lopez thought “mix disc” would be hard for puppets to sing. They’re probably right.) But the show is ultimately almost exactly what it’s always been: warts and wryness, brilliance and brittleness, good ideas and mediocre ones jumbled together to address early-adult concerns too timeless to allow the show to ever be dated.

ThatSoundsCool A-
(Aaron Riccio) The puppets hold up, too--perhaps the biggest compliment one can give to Anika Larsen is that she is so expressive with Kate Monster (and Lucy T. Slut) that at times, you forget she is there. Seth Rettberg, on the other hand, is so visible that it actually lends another dimension to his portrayals of Princeton and especially Rod, who gives a new meaning to "double takes." And through all that, Cullen R. Titmas and Maggie Lakis are still able to steal the show as the adorable, noose-toting Bad Idea Bears. On the flatter side, however, however, are the character actors. Sala Iwamatsu overpowers the role of Christmas Eve--which is saying something, considering that she's a dominating Oriental...ahem, Asian-American...lady. Danielle K. Thomas is a bit too much like Gary Coleman in her portrayal of him: you get the feeling she's just barely showing up, a feeling reinforced by her lackluster number, "You Can Be As Loud As The Hell You Want." Worst of all is Nicholas Kohn--granted, he's playing Brian, a bad comedian who mopes and lazes around all day, but his low energy brings down every group number.


BS A 13; V A 13; WSJ A 13; NYT A 13; TM A 13; TSC A- 12; TB A- 12; TOTAL: 89/7= 12.71 (A)
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Such Things Only Happen in Books

GRADE: D+

By Thornton Wilder. Directed by Carl Forsman and Jonathan Silverstein. The Clurman at Theatre Row. (CLOSED)

Only Talkin' Broadway's Matthew Murray and Variety's Sam Thielman seem to have much affection for Thornton Wilder's one-acts and playlets that make up Such Things Only Happen in Books. The other critics think that this is scraping the bottom of the barrel in terms of Wilder's work and matters aren't helped by the tedious production. Several critics single out Pepper Binkley (playing two fiancées) as the only one in the cast to breathe some life into the evening.


Variety B+
(Sam Thielman) Five rarely performed Thornton Wilder one-acts make up Keen Company's "Such Things Only Happen in Books," guaranteeing at least an audience of the curious. But what really makes "Such Things" tick, when it does, are the transcendent moments helmers Carl Forsman and Jonathan Silverstein find in the texts. A realistic writer gets his comeuppance without knowing it, an angel heals two people at once -- there's plenty here. The ensemble turns in smart performances, and Sandra Goldmark's gorgeous design aids the stagings, particularly the final one, in ways Wilder couldn't have imagined... The danger for Keen is not naivete -- again, Forsman and Silverstein tweak these pieces to keep them interesting -- but a generalized nostalgia that doesn't really have anything to say. This is what happens to "Cement Hands" and "Now the Servant's Name Was Malchus."

The Village Voice C+
(Michael Feingold) The plays, as small in substance as in shape, and the production, never more than modestly pleasant in quality, fit tidily in this cubbyhole. No harm in them, but nothing as gigantic in scope as Wilder's great plays, either.

Talkin' Broadway C-
(Matthew Murray) Each of the plays is a concise, thoughtful story; most bear Wilder’s trademark wit and his incisive view of human spirituality in its myriad forms. But directors Carl Forsman (handling the two Bible plays and the title entry) and Jonathan Silverstein (in charge of the Sins plays) and their actors don’t inject much energy or liveliness into the proceedings. The set, by Sandra Goldmark, is a wooden shack with cloud-parquet walls suggesting an eternal, chilly tranquility that isn’t right for every moment. That, combined with Josh Bradford’s dim lighting, casts a sleepiness over the action. “Cement Hands” and “Such Things Only Happen in Books” are quite funny on the page, but lull about a fair amount in performance; the other three step a bit more lightly, but heavier and less crisp than is ideal.

The New York Times D
(Jason Zinoman) It’s easy to see how this show could have seemed like a good idea. Wilder’s reputation as not only the most American but also the most sentimental of playwrights seems well suited to the company, but as David Cromer has demonstrated in the hit new revival of “Our Town,” Wilder and his reputation are rather far apart. “Our Town” proved to have a tart edge, and most of these slight sketches are laced with a dry wit. There are two religious-theme shorts — “Now the Servant’s Name Was Malchus” and “The Angel That Troubled the Waters” — that put you in mind of a less clever Woody Allen one-act. Carl Forsman and Jonathan Silverstein stage these plays at the Clurman Theater on a musty set with a minimum of fuss or invention. The actors look unsure of themselves, like witnesses to a crime they don’t understand.

New York Post D
(Frank Scheck) Directors Carl Forsman and Jonathan Silverstein can't quite navigate the shoals of these stylistically diverse works, and the evening plays out like an overambitious college production with the actors often conveying a self-conscious archness.

Lighting & Sound America D-
(David Barbour) On occasions like this, even if the work in question isn't too prepossessing, I usually express thanks to the producing company for letting us have a look at it. Here, I'm not so sure that the cause of theatre history is being served. I'm sadly forced to conclude that, but for the name Thornton Wilder on the first page, none of these pieces would be seeing the light of day. The plays break down into two types. The opener, "Now the Servant's Name Was Malchus," and the closer, "The Angel That Troubled the Waters," are part of a cycle of playlets written in the teens and '20s, each running about three minutes. (According to the program notes, The Theatre Guild Magazine announced these constituted "a new dramatic form.") "Malchus" and "Angel" are both works of theological speculation -- God is a major character in "Malchus" -- and each is over before it has begun, leaving behind a negligible impact.

CurtainUp D-
(Paulanne Simmons) This is a pithy evening indeed! Unfortunately, wise lessons do not necessarily make good theater. For the most part these plays are ponderous, vague and lacking in direction. People who are not familiar with the Gospel of John will not get much out of the playlets, and only In Shakespeare and the Bible has even the faintest hint of dramatic conflict. These plays might do very well in Sunday school, perhaps with a discussion afterwards. On a public stage they fall flat. Doubtless the Keen Company was overwhelmed with good will and a love of Thornton Wilder. But even the best playwright is not always at his best. And when this happens, even a fine company cannot save him.

TheaterMania F+
(Andy Buck) Thornton Wilder is chiefly known for his full-length plays -- most notably, Our Town -- but he also wrote scores of one-acts and playlets, several of which are beautifully realized. Unfortunately, the five brief works being presented by the Keen Company at Theatre Row under the collective title Such Things Only Happen in Books are not among his best, as they suffer from shallow writing. Worse still, they're performed here awkwardly by a cast that often seems bewildered by the material.

Time Out New York F
(David Cote) A five-pack of second-rate sketches and a very creaky production makes this latest Keen offering quite unsatisfying. Trying to steer a course between old-fashioned period formality and a more stylized treatment, directors Carl Forsman and Jonathan Silverstein end up with a disjointed and dull hundred minutes. There’s potential humor here—a guardian warns his ward about her tightfisted fiancé and an author pooh-poohs plot devices while his life is filled with them—but the chuckles don’t come. There’s cosmic melancholy in parables about a prayer-weary God and a ministering angel for the lame, but the heart doesn’t break. Granted, this is Wilder, so extreme emotional responses are muted by wryness and irony. But the shakiness of the cast leads to tonal and thematic fuzziness.

Variety B+ 11; The Village Voice C+ 8; Talkin' Broadway C- 6; The New York Times D 4; New York Post D 4; Lighting & Sound America D- 3; CurtainUp D- 3; TheaterMania F+ 2; TONY F 1; TOTAL: 42/9 = 4.67 (D+)
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