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Follies
Of the latest Sondheim production, “Follies”
at London’s Festival Hall, John Peter proclaimed in the Times,
“This is still one of the greatest American musicals” and Sondheim’s
“music and lyrics…confirm that he is among the greatest creators
of musical theater.”
At a 1970s reunion in their former theater, now derelict and facing
demolition, “Follies” brings together the Weissman (read Ziegfeld)
chorines thirty years after their heyday to confront the ghosts
of their past as young lovers and as performers, statuesque beauties
parading in glittering, revealing costumes and towering headdresses.
Center stage are two disillusioned married couples, Ben and Phyllis
and Buddy and Sally, who, as their younger selves, buy wholeheartedly
into the romantic dream of marriage perpetuated in the song lyrics
and movies of the thirties and forties, expressed in some of their
songs, cleverly echoed by Sondheim. Sally’s “In Buddy’s
Eyes,” idealizes her husband – who is faithless - and the big
production number “Loveland,” promises eternal bliss in love and
marriage. (Remember the celebratory wedding lyric of “Me and My
Gal?” “Someday we’ll build a little house … in Loveland, for me
and my gal.”)
In addition to Sondheim’s pastiche of
the songs and lyrics of this bygone era are haunting melodies
like “Too Many Mornings,” jazzy patter numbers like “Lucy and
Jessie,” and character-revealing songs like “Broadway Baby” and
“I’m Still Here,” two tributes to survival in show business.
Throughout, the optimism of the young couples is contrasted with
the cynicism of their present selves. That the youths who
plan marriage are adolescents is suggested by their songs as they
wait at the stage door, singing the spirited “Waiting for the
girls upstairs,” and the chorines reprise “Waiting for the boys
downstairs.” Prone to romanticize, they never grow up, and
Loveland is a never-never land that time will replace with a real
world of tension, disillusionment, and desertion.
Sondheim’s dazzlilng lyrics only emphasize
that book writer James Goldman’s dialogue is mundane, and when
it just about disappears in the second act, the show takes flight.
Here the characters express themselves in solo turns that also
are interior monologues like “I’m Still Here,” “Losing My Mind,”
and “Nobody Loves Me Blues” (sung by Henry Goodman as Buddy, brilliant
as the clown). The other principals are Louise Gold as the acerbic
Phyllis, Kathryn Evans as the sprightly, despairing Sally, and
David Durham, too stiff as the wooden Ben. Paul Kerryman
directs the production, concluding August 31 at the South Bank
Festival Hall, but hopefully it will relocate.( Phone: 020 7960
4242)
Pacific Overtures
With two new productions
opening on the same night, one in London’s West End and the other
in Chicago, the greatest living composer of musical theater, Stephen
Sondheim, has got to be the hottest prospect on the musical horizon.
A super revival of “Pacific Overtures” is at the Donmar Warehouse,
scene of some outstanding Sondheim revivals in recent years, and
pre-Broadway “Bounce,” earned respectful reviews at its opening
at the Goodman in Chicago, where it plays through August 10, after
which it is destined for Washington, D.C. and then Broadway in
the 2003-04 season.
Pacific Overtures at the Donmar Warehouse
in London is a co-production with the Chicago Shakespeare Theater,
scene of the 2001 revival of .this brilliant Sondheim musical,
a production that is both terrific theater and food for thought.
Directed by Gary Griffin in Kabuki style, it relates the effect
on the Japanese of the 1853 arrival at Uraga harbor by U.S. Navy
Commodore Matthew Perry, with four warships.. A cast of ten men
in black robes present the Japanese viewpoint of the visit, creating
all the roles, including those of women. Typically, Sondheim’s
delightfully rhymed lyrics and versatile score (combining Japanese
and American motifs) reflect the action, set the mood, reveal
character, and carry the story along.
The opening number by
the Reciter (Joseph Anthony Foronda) creates a Japan at peace
for hundreds of years, as he sings of “The Advantages of Floating
in the Middle of the Sea.” Using the stereotypical view of old
Japan as a land of rice and sliding screens, Sondheim’s lyrics
give a deeper slant:
Beyond the screens
That glide aside
Are further screens
That open wide
With scenes of screens like the ones that glide.
The rice is raised by the farmer, blessed by
the priest, bought by the merchant, sold to the lord, protected
by his sword which was made by the craftsman, who buys at
“twice the former price…The rice.”
Perry’s warships are viewed by the local inhabitants
as “Four Black Dragons,” but wisely, quoting from haiku verse,
they decide “There is No Other Way” but to accept the letter Perry
brings.
Written by the President, it is a “pacific overture” asking for
better treatment of American whaling crews storm-driven into Japanese
ports. It also suggests trade between the two nations. In
a year the fleet will return for an answer. Samurai Kayama
(Kevin Gudahl) is made a police chief to negotiate with the Americans,
taking with him friend and fisherman Manjiro (Richard Henders),
who has been to America. A Rashomon-like, perceptive
number, “Someone in a Tree,” weaves together differing reports
-- by the Reciter, a young and an old man, and a warrior -- of
what they have seen and heard of the arriving Americans.
In keeping with the minimalist staging, with
additional touches to a costume designating a change of character,
the men with flowers and mincing gait become geisha girls, led
by a madam and singing “Welcome to Kanagawa,” promising the newcomers
a variety of pleasures. A Noh mask (growing larger in successive
scenes) on puppet sticks depicts the emperor, receiving reports
of the arriving “barbarians,” while the Shogun lies ill.
“Chrysanthemum Tea” is a delightfully cynical roundel, the Shogun
surrounded by his nagging mother, one-note wife, soothsayer, priests,
and a doctor – each with his or her own agenda. It ends
with his death from drinking the tea, lovingly administered by
his mother:
When the Shogun is weak
Then the tea must be strong.
Given the circumstances of history and the
melodic, peaceful song with which the work opens, it is inevitable
that the action will grow darker in the second half. But
it begins with the comic “Please, Hello,” in which successive
admirals from America, Britain, Holland and France surround the
Reciter, promising to introduce to his country their “improvements,”
like Dutch tulips and French champagne. No present-day composer
comes close to Sondheim in parodying musical styles, and the humor
of the lyrics matches the styles of the emissaries’ songs, Sousa
for the American, Gilbert and Sullivan for the British (with lyrics
as good as Gilbert’s), Tchaikovsky for the Russian and Offenbach
for a hilarious song and dance by Jerome Pradon as the Frenchman.
Friends Kayama and Manjiro have grown apart,
the former rising in station and adopting Western ways and dress,
the latter joining the staunch dissenters, who cling to tradition.
When they meet in Samurai combat, Kayama kills Manjiro.
The last two numbers are contrasts in style, although both comment
bitterly on the effects of Westernization on Japan. The
first, “Pretty Lady,” is a melodic waltz, at odds with the action:
three sailors, believing an innocent young girl can be bought
for money, at first woo her and then attack. The powerful
and ironic finale, “Next,” brings us up to date: the Japanese
have learned the “barbarians’” ways and the students will improve
on their teachers – not only with cars and watches – but also
warfare. As the haiku says,
The practical bird,
Having no tree of its own,
Borrows another’s.
The ten-man cast is excellent, including seven
English actors plus three from the original production: Joseph
Anthony Foronda as the Reciter, carrying the narration throughout
as he sings and acts in the scenes he introduces; Kevin Gudahl
as Kayama, changing from a devout Samurai as he rises through
the ranks, to become completely Westernized (beginning with a
bowler hat); and Richard Manera, whose thirteen roles include
one of the sailor trio and an impressive lion dance. The band
of four, led by Mark Warman, make an important contribution as
they perform on a variety of instruments, from celeste and synthesizer
to glass chimes and gongs. The original book by John Weidman
now contains additions by Hugh Wheeler. Through September
6. (Donmar Warehouse, 41 Earlham Street, Lonfon EV2H 9LX,
phone 020-7369 1732; online booking:
www.donmarwarehouse.com. )
Assassins
“Assassins” opens in a garish fairground, as
the proprietor of a shooting stall whose sign flashes SHOOT! WIN! encourages
eight customers to become winners instead of losers. How? By shooting a President and
gaining instant celebrity and a place in history. “Everybody’s got the right to dream,” he
tells them, handing each a gun to aim at silhouette targets, and
introducing them to the audience. Appropriately suggesting a limbo
for the dispossessed, disappointed, and demented, the fairgrounds’
game of chance is backed by a wooden-beamed skeleton of light
and shadows, resembling the supporting structure of an old-time
roller coaster. As the would-be killers agree that “everybody’s
got the right,” the proprietor eggs them on to achieve their dreams
of love or recognition or fame: “No job? Cupboard
bare? / One room, no one there?/ Hey, pal, don’t
despair: / You wanna shoot a President?”
In an excellent portrayal by Michael Cerveris,
Southern actor John Wilkes Booth is the prototype of murderers
to follow. His stirring song of self-aggrandizement justifying
the murder of Lincoln at Ford’s Theatre in 1865 as the heroic
destruction of a tyrant is, however, set askew by counterpoint
from a Balladeer (Neil Patrick Harris), who with irony typical
of the composer, suggests that bad reviews and waning popularity
really motivated Booth’s claim to celebrity.
Trapped in a barn set on fire by his pursuers, Booth spends
his last moments penning a letter declaring his altruistic motives.
The letter is never published.
Contrast being the keynote of a Sondheim musical
– the irony of the illusion versus the reality – the Balladeer
continues to deflate the claims of assassins like Charles Guiteau,
a demented evangelist who shoots President Garfield in 1881 because
he fails to reward Guiteau with the
ambassadorship to France for his writing an unsolicited campaign
speech. In a chilling larger-than-life
portrayal by the talented Denis O’Hare, Guiteau
jauntily cakewalks up the stairs to the scaffold singing a hymn
with lyrics he penned himself for the execution, “I Am Going to
the Lordy.”
Samuel Byck (Mario Cantone) needs no Balladeer
to remind us of his inconsistencies.
The unemployed tire salesman voiced his complains about
corruption in politics on long, rambling tapes which he sent to
celebrities. In a standup monologue that is both funny and scary,
he is dressed in the Santa Claus costume he actually wore when
picketing the White House. Attempting to assassinate President Nixon in
1974, Byk is seen piloting a commercial
jetliner he has hijacked, with the intent of crash diving it into
the White House. He killed two before he killed himself.
Fate or shortness of stature deflects the assassination attempt
on President Roosevelt by immigrant bricklayer Giuseppe Zangara( (Jeffrey Kuhn). Barely five feet tall, he blamed the burning pains in his stomach
on the capitalist system that exploited him as a child worker. In Miami
in 1933, he stood on a chair in the crowd to take aim at the President;
it wobbled, and he missed, killing the mayor of Chicago
instead. Here Sondheim
introduces realism in the reaction of the Ensemble or chorus –
those everyday citizens who had come to cheer the President and
now, thrown off balance, are recounting what they witnessed and
asking, “Why?”
At the Pan-American exposition in Buffalo in
1901 a few bars of “Hail to the Chief” welcome President McKinley
before skewing into a dirge as the President is shot and killed
by Leon Czolgosz, a Polish laborer in a bottle factory. James Barbour’s beautiful rich voice as Leon
recounts the pain and injury he suffers by making glass bottles,
and in a brief but touching meeting with Emma Goldman, he confesses
that he has been stalking her from town to town to hear and act
on her speeches advocating anarchy. He declares his love for her as she rushes off
to a meeting, while he takes off for the Buffalo
exposition, with a view of murdering of McKinley as a “duty.”
In a barber-shop quartet that is a paean of
praise to guns as the great equalizer, Mr. Barbour’s Czolgosz
joins Booth, Guiteau, and Sarah Jane
Moore, the batty housewife who tried to assassinate President
Ford. The lyricism of the music contrasts to the murder
weapons they hold and reminds one of Sweeney Todd’s love ballad to his razors.
“Unworthy of Your Love,” is a haunting love duet
beautifully sung by John W. Hinckley, Jr. (Alexander Gemignani)
as he addresses a photograph of Jodie Foster and by Lynette “Squeaky”
Fromme in praise of her lover Charles Manson, to whose “family”
she belonged. Both hoped their attempted assassination of
a President would impress the object of their love. Hinckley tried to shoot President Regan, and
“Squeaky” believes her attempt on the life of President Ford will
result in a trial that will offer witness Manson (she believes
he is the “son of God”) the opportunity to preach to the world.
The tone lightens, momentarily, with Mary Catherine Garrison
as “Squeaky” and Becky Ann Baker
as Moore ineptly attempting
to kill Gerald Ford.
In “Something Just Broke” (added for the Donmar
London production in 1992) the chorus of ordinary people comes
into its own. Tension mounts
as Booth and the other assassins enter the Dallas
textbook warehouse in 1963 and convince Lee Harvey Oswald (Neil
Patrick Harris) that he can achieve the power and importance he
always sought and never attained – by shooting President Kennedy.
Most moving is this song by the Ensemble, representing
the dazed public onlookers to the tragedy.
The finale is an ironic reminder of the ending
of “Oklahoma.” After the reprise of “Everybody’s got the right
to dream,” the downstage cast face the
auditorium and point their guns at the audience. With a full orchestra directed by Paul Gemignani, and direction by Joe Mantello,
“Assassins” is one Broadway production you won’t forget after
you leave the theater. (Studio
54, 254 W. 54, New York, N.Y.,
performance schedule and tickets: www.roundabouttheatre.org. )
Sweeney
Todd
“Sweeney Todd,
the Demon Barber of Fleet Street” is one of Stephen Sondheim’s
finest theater works, having been on stage constantly, somewhere
in the world, since its debut in New York
in 1979, with Len Cariou as Todd and Angela Lansbury as Mrs. Lovett.
The Watermill Theatre (Newbury) production has been touring
England
and has moved into London’s
new 400-seat Trafalgar Studios. Earlier in the year, the Royal
Opera House presented the work with Thomas Allen as Sweeney and
Felicity Palmer as Mrs. Lovett.
In the Watermill production Paul Hegarty is Sweeney, with
Karen Mann as Mrs. Lovett, directed and designed by John Doyle,
with arrangements and musical direction by Sarah Travis.
A brilliant score accompanied by lyrics
that move the action forward and define the characters earns praise
from conductor Paul Gemignani as the composer’s “most symphonic
and dramatic score.” Set in Victorian England, the dark opening
ballad in streets peopled by the dregs of society, tells
of Sweeney, framed and sent to jail by a malicious Judge who ravages
his young wife, kidnaps his daughter Johanna, and makes her his
ward. Returning from prison,
Sweeney vows revenge. He resumes his trade as a barber, which gives
him the opportunity to wreak bloodthirsty revenge on the wrongdoers
of his past. With Mrs.
Lovett, who runs the pie shop below his business quarters, he
sets up an innovative partnership. The melodramatic story is relieved by the dazzling
music and witty lyrics accompanying the outrageous action. Sweeney sings a hymn of love to the razors he
has preserved while incarcerated, and in a waltz-time duet, “A
Little Priest,” Mrs. Lovett details the ingredients for her meat
pies made from the barber’s victims, including “shepherd’s pie
peppered/ With actual shepherd.” (Trafalgar Studios, Whitehall,
SW1A 2DY, phone:
0870 060 6632)
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