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THE COMMON PURSUIT – Higher Learning at Cambridge circa 1960

June 1st, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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How best to encourage you to see The Roundabout Theatre Company’s imperfect but likable production of Simon Gray’s 1984 play THE COMMON PURSUIT?  “Let me count the ways” would seem appropriate as Mr. Gray’s lofty, idealistic and sometimes long-winded play deals with poetry or rather the publication of a new magazine “The Common Pursuit” featuring poems with lofty and elitist intentions by a group of Cambridge chums.

These retro “friends” have their own sit-com going on here with enough plot twists and revelations to fill a season full of episodes with real laughs as opposed to a superimposed laugh track following our idealistic comrades over a period of twenty years. 

We have Stuart Thorne (Josh Cooke making a really decent and impressive New York stage debut) whose main desire is to create this new magazine of poetry, that is after having a quickie with his beloved Marigold Watson (Kristen Bush – appearing as a level headed full on supporter somewhat like a young Emma Thompson who is the only cast member to mature through the years with the help of hair styles and clothing).

The nervous, cat loving Martin Musgrove (Jacob Fishel showing great empathy in Act II) just happens to be rich and has no talent as a writer but has the smarts and the money to start up the project.

An excellent Tim McGeever as the “philosophical poet” Humphry Taylor who has an above everyone else sort of attitude with dry and wry humor has come to retrieve his work as he no longer deems it worthwhile for publication.

There is the womanizing Peter Whetworth “Captain Marvel” (Kieran Campion filling those shoes admirably) as he uses his friends as alibis to run around with an assortment of women while eventually marrying the “ghastly” Erica, having four kids and then falling in love with Jane or was it Joan?  I’d love to meet Erica.

Finally we have the over the top comic Nick Finchling (Lucas Near-Verbrugghe)  a disheveled, chain smoking drunk who coughs and acts as though he were Black Stash in Peter and the Starcatcher.

Did I mention that they are all ultra intelligent and bent on showing us that they are?

THE COMMON PURSUIT is ultimately about choices.  Choices that we all have to make.  Life doesn’t play out as we planned and we have to adapt and adjust and choose which path to follow.  Writing for art or for profit.  Keeping the dream or dropping it.  Be an elitist or be successful.  Cambridge vs. Oxford.  Vivaldi vs. Bach.  All interesting stuff nicely directed by Moises Kaufman on another superb set by Derek McLane. 

Through July 29th – Roundabout at Laura Pels Theatre Harold and Miriam Steinberg Center for Theatre.  www.roundabouttheatre.org        PHOTO:  Joan Marcus

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Peter and the Starcatcher comes to Broadway

May 7th, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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I heeded my own advice from my original review and saw Peter for the second time last evening, Friday May 4th, after being transferred from the Off-Broadway New York Theater Workshop where “Once”, that enchanting musical, also began.

With its gorgeous red Victorian curtain and decorative proscenium topped with a golden pineapple – which blends perfectly with the décor of the Brooks Atkinson, Peter and The Starcatcher is even better.  There is no end to its creativity, ingenuity, wit and total theatricality.

The two and a half hours fly by faster than the speed of Tinker Bell.  The ensemble work of the cast is exemplary headed by that master of comedy Mr. Christian Borle as Black Stache – Captain Hook, if you please.  When Stache accidentally cuts his right hand off in Act II, what follows is pure comic genius at work.  Borle never ceases to amaze in his ability to make his comedy so real and of the moment.  The scene is priceless and destined to be remembered as a classic come Tony Award time.

The show is tighter and funnier with everyone have a rollickingly good time.  There are two new members to the cast – Rick Holmes as Lord Aster and Isaiah Johnson as Captain Scott.  They have seamlessly joined in with the original members to make Peter and the Starcatcher a memorable experience for children of all ages.

In my original review (March 10th, 2011) – which follows I didn’t mention Peter’s pals, both of whom are excellent – Carson Elrod (Prentiss) and the always hungry Ted (David Rossmer).  And how could I ever have omitted the fantastic lightning design by Jeff Croiter?  www.peterandthestarcatcher.com

Peter and the Starcatcher – Peter Pan prequel at New York Theatre Workshop

Oscar E. Moore “from the rear mezzanine” for Talk Entertainment.com

The big question isn’t how an orphan boy in Victorian London who hated adults and didn’t want to grow up came to be Peter Pan, it’s will you have a frolicking fun time finding out?   The answer is a resounding yes.

Three immensely imaginative men Rick Elise (text), Roger Rees (Director) and Alex Timbers (Director) have put their collective creative heads together, pooled their most basic of resources and have fashioned a frenetic, fast paced, witty play with music (Wayne Barker) for adults over the age of eight called “Peter and the Starcatcher” based on the novel by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson – Peter and the Starcatchers.

It’s a little bit of Nicholas Nickleby that starred Mr. Rees, a little bit Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson – which Mr. Timbers brought to life with an English Music Hall, fractured fairy tale, frat boys will be boy’s sensibility that could very well be called “A Tale of Two Trunks” – where alliteration abounds and astounds.  You’ll want to see it twice, at least, to catch every single joke both aural and visual.  The use of nautical rope, aluminum steamers and a yellow rubber glove tweak our imagination.

The text by Mr. Elise is delicious.  Chock full of jokes and puns, made up words (Norse Code – nonversation) and off the wall characters that bring to mind Lewis Carroll and the Marx Brothers.

Some trimming of the first act which sets up beautifully the second might make the show a bit tighter.  It is in Act II that all the elements come into play and pay off and we see the development of Peter (a fine Adam Chanler-Berat) and his relationship/rivalry with the strong-willed Molly (Celia Keenan Bolger) blossom and his coming to terms with his nemesis Black Stache (an incredible Christian Borle).

Christian Borle.  What an amazing, maniacal, comedic performance. With his painted on mustache, rubbery body and perfect timing one cannot get enough of him as the “ruthless, heartless, peerless and a bit Nancy” Stache.  He’s pure genius.

Correcting his every misused word is Smee (a delightful Kevin Del Aguila).   Lord Aster (Karl Kenzler) Molly’s dad tries to keep the trunk containing the magical star substance out of the hands of Stache and his fellow pirates.  They eventually all wind up on some Mollusk Isle after being shipwrecked where fish have become mermaids after being exposed to the magical star stuff.  They wear some of the most incredibly clever costumes ever seen by Paloma Young.

Molly’s nanny, Mrs. Bumbrake, is portrayed by the irresistible Arnie Burton who has a fling with one funny pirate named Alf (Greg Hildreth).  As Captain Scott, Brandon Dirden garners our full attention.

All the frenzy and clever quips resolve in a most heartwarming and tender ending.  It’s an incredible “shiver me timbers” adventure.   www.NYTW.org

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Leap of Faith starring Raul Esparza – Miracles, magic and money

May 6th, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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Get ready for your close up.  It’s show time!  At the revival meeting that is being held at the St. James Theatre called “Leap of Faith” an on stage security guy with hand held video cam films the audience “live” – while it is shown on video screens – as to put us all in a “You Are There” moment, preparing for the entrance of Jonas Nightingale (an energetic and strangely cold Raul Esparza), the con man evangelist and fraudulent faith healer who will be delivering the voice of God messages to all us sinners in rousing gospel songs (Alan Menken – music & Glenn Slater – lyrics) and not so rousing dance (Sergio Trujillo).

It’s gimmicky and hokey.  To make matters worse, cast members try to get us to raise our arms in “Hallelujah” ecstasy while distributing fake dollars to drop into the basket that the fake Nightingale passes around for donations.  I wish director Christopher Ashley had just told the Elmer Gantry meets The Music Man story in a straightforward manner.

Will the charlatan Nightingale who tricks the townspeople into believing in miracles while bilking them of their hard earned cash with the help of his shyster sister Sam (Kendra Kassebaum) finally find the miracle in his own life to make him a true believer?

Will Jake McGowan (a poised and honest Talon Ackerman) the son of the Sheriff – Marla McGowan (Jessica Phillips) who sees right through Nightingale but nevertheless falls for his charm and right into his bed walk again after he became wheel chair bound and guilt ridden over the car accident that killed his dad three years ago?

Will the drought be lifted by a miracle torrential rain storm?  

All these questions and more will be somewhat answered if you care to sit through “Leap of Faith” which features some fine gospel singing (“Rise Up” & “Step Into the Light”) by Ida Mae Sturdevant (Kecia Lewis-Evans) head bookkeeper and her daughter Ornella (Krystal Joy Brown) and the Angels of Mercy choir.

Isaiah (Leslie Odom, Jr.) her Bible College son tries to be an honest man of God and has the sweetest most beautiful voice on stage.  His heavenly “Walking Like Daddy” is a nice respite from the otherwise forgettable score.

Stranded with no funds to pay his Angels of Mercy and straddled with a broken down bus Jonas decides to set up shop, actually his tent which doth riseth and turneth on stage before our eyes (Robin Wagner) and couldn’t possibly fit into the bus when disassembled hoping to make enough money with his sermons and songs and then skedaddle.

But Jonas meets Sheriff Marla and her son Jake who knows some magic tricks but not as many as Jonas who with all his “smoke and mirrors” act (and disco ball jacket – William Ivey Long) attempting to make the miracles happen that everyone is waiting for.  Especially for Jake, who truly believes that Jonas will heal him, enabling him to walk.

Based on the 1992 motion picture starring Steve Martin and written by Janus Cercone who together with Warren Leight is responsible for the awkward book, “Leap of Faith” is just too hard to believe. 

www.leapoffaithbroadway.com   Photo:  Joan Marcus

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NICE WORK IF YOU CAN GET IT – O’Hara, Broderick & the Gershwins strike up the band

May 4th, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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It takes a village, sometimes an entire universe, to put all the pieces of that puzzle called a Broadway musical together to come up with a completely satisfying and entertaining production.  The creators of NICE WORK IF YOU AN GET IT – a sweetheart of a musical – succeed for the most part.  Under the direction of Kathleen Marshall who is also responsible for some nifty choreography they have created an original, traditional musical comedy with all the trimmings that is true to the period and up to date with some surprisingly spot on timeless political observations.  It’s frivolous, frothy and fun.

When you begin with the memorable syncopated music of George Gershwin and the clever lyrics of his brother Ira no one could ask for a finer foundation with which to build upon.  But then you need a good book.  Paging Joe DiPietro.  Luckily they did.  Mr. DiPietro’s book – which has been inspired by material by Guy Bolton and P.G. Woodhouse, has captured just the right tone for the period.  1927.  His unexpected, out of left field, quirky sense of humor is most welcome and is delivered with perfect timing from the cast – particularly the supporting players.

As they said of Ziegfeld- “no expense has been spared” with the physical production. The costumes by Martin Pakledinaz are tasteful and gorgeous and just plain ‘S Wonderful.  I couldn’t resist.  A wedding gown train, of course there is a wedding – is just about as long as the Nile.  Just one of the many sight gags that Ms. Marshall has pulled out of her clever theatrical hat of tricks.

Derek McLane has created some ravishing sets that are beautifully lit by Peter Kaczorowski.

The story line is typically silly.  But played straight and so it works.  Rich, good looking but not the brightest banana in the bunch,  playboy Jimmy Winter (Matthew Broderick) is about to be married for the fourth time to Eileen Evergreen (Jennifer Laura Thompson) the famous modern dancer and daughter of Senator Max Evergreen (Terry Beaver).   The previous evening, at a Speakeasy, a drunken Jimmy meets up with bootlegger Billie Bendix (Kelli O’Hara).  And guess what?  They connect…

 Let’s stop right here.  Mr. Broderick although charming delivers his lines in an off handed manner verging on dull and appears to be a playboy gone to paunch – a little too old to continue his little boy pout business.  His light singing voice works well for the period – a cross between Astaire and Rudy Vallee.  He whistles and plays the uke.  And dances adequately.  His partnering of O’Hara in ‘S Wonderful is just that.  Kelli O’Hara tries her best to be tough as the bootlegger but reverts to her naturally gorgeous voice when crooning.  That being said they both are pleasurable if not perfectly cast.

Now for the really good stuff.   Michael McGrath (McGee) and Chris Sullivan (Mahoney) cohorts of Billie are tremendously amusing as they hide the hooch in Jimmy’s summer mansion’s cellar out on Long Island where the ensuing mix-ups, revelations and falling for someone unforeseen takes place.  Mahoney whose first name is Duke attracts Jeannie Muldoon (Robyn Hurder) who thinks she could one day be Queen of England.  Their “Blah Blah Blah” duet is a hoot.  But it is Michael McGrath who practically walks away with the show.

Judy Kaye, the straight as an arrow Duchess Dulworth is delicious as a temperance fanatic.  When McGee spikes her lemonade and she literally swings into things she’s madcap fun at its best.

Chief Berry, a personable Stanley Wayne Mathis, makes a trio out of the duet “Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off” as he mediates between Billie and Jimmy.  It’s a refreshing look at the old standard in its new context.

Jimmy’s mother Millicent (Estelle Parsons) makes a late entrance in Act II and the wait is well worth it as she ties up loose ends and makes for the celebratory happy ending that allows the audience to leave the very uncomfortable Imperial Theatre with stiff knees and a big smile while humming some of the great tunes by the brothers Gershwin.  Nice work.

www.niceworkonbroadway.com   Photos:  Joan Marcus

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DON’T DRESS FOR DINNER – a fleetingly funny French sex farce

May 3rd, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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There are about three really funny things in DON’T DRESS FOR DINNER adapted by Robin Hawdon from the original French play by Marc Camoletti. best known for his international hit “Boeing-Boeing” and now being presented by The Roundabout Theatre  Company at the American Airlines theatre.

Originally titled “Pajamas Pour Six” when it first opened in Paris in 1987 and ran for over two years and then for six in London, its adaptation has now graced our shores.  Mon Dieu!

The three funny things in this extremely broad, trouser dropping, siphon spraying, big bosom, slap stick silly, fleetingly funny 1960’s set French farce are:

1.  The brilliant and right on target performance of Spencer Kayden as Suzette – a cook hired for the evening by Bernard (a springy, light footed Adam James) for a dinner in his country home two hours outside of Paris with his mistress Suzanne (a bizarre, large busted Jennifer Tilly of unknown origin) while his wife, Jacqueline (a chic Patricia Kalember) visits her mother.  But when she hears that her lover Robert (Ben Daniels) is arriving she manages to stay resulting is all kinds of misunderstandings and shenanigans typical of a French farce.  Only here the hoped for soufflé, falls flat. 

2.  The quick on stage transformation of Suzette from her cook’s uniform to a strapless little black dress – courtesy of William Ivey Long.  She is posing as the niece of Robert and demanding two hundred francs every time she is recruited to playact and not cook, which is often – a running gag that works beautifully thanks to Ms. Kayden.

3.  The unfortunate wig that Jacqueline has hanging on her head in Act II.  I hope it’s a wig.

The dialogue is reminiscent of the Abbott and Costello skit – Who’s on first?  The actors, under the misguided direction of John Tillinger, are encouraged to be as broad as possible being positioned in pseudo graphic sexual poses that are awkward rather than amusing.  Played straight this might have worked.  Quel dommage! (What a pity!).

It is only the lovely Spencer Kayden that appears to know what she is doing as she transforms from a meek cook to a mistress and then a niece and then a tango dancer all with style and finesse while awaiting the arrival of her husband George (David Aron Damane) who supplies the evening’s denouement.

There is one other very funny moment.  Ms. Kayden’s final exit!

www.roundabouttheatre.org  Photos:  Joan Marcus

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THE LYONS on Broadway – Going for the jugular

May 2nd, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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The wonderful news is that THE LYONS that has recently transferred from The Vineyard Theatre with its original cast in tact is funnier and more emotionally involving than ever. 

Linda Lavin is now the Queen of Comedy on Broadway and the rest of the cast has managed to come up to the high bar of comedy that she set downtown with Dick Latessa gaining fast in the laugh getting department.

Now at the Cort Theatre, scenic designer Allen Moyer has pulled in the proscenium –  blood red – to make THE LYONS the intimate “going for the jugular” experience it was in a much smaller space.

Some minor adjustments have been made that make THE LYONS sharper, funnier and sadder.  It’s a cleverly set up script by Nicky Silver who makes the most horrible and despicable people amusing.

The portrayal of their homosexual son Curtis (Michael Esper) in particular has grown tremendously and you are more aware of his suffering from the onset and it is quite moving to see him change at plays end with the help of his Nurse (Brenda Pressley).

Bottom line:  THE LYONS is more than ever – extremely funny and moving.

www.thelyonsbroadway.com

 

Here is my original review:

THE LYONS – starring Linda Lavin at The Vineyard Off-B’way

Oscar E. Moore “from the rear mezzanine” for Talk Entertainment.com

This is the very sad saga of the horrible Lyons family presented in a very funny play by Nicky Silver which is now running at The Vineyard Theatre starring the ever brilliant Linda Lavin as the matriarch from hell Rita Lyons. 

A woman with a bad taste in her mouth (more on that later) who casually sits, leafing through House Beautiful, searching for ideas to redecorate the home that she hates while her cancer stricken husband Ben (Dick Latessa) lays dying – any moment now – in his private room hospital bed, swearing his head off, hooked up to a drip but not looking any the worse for it.  I guess he’s used to suffering, married to Rita all these 40 odd years.

Any moment now isn’t fast enough for Rita whose hateful and hurtful words account for that bad taste in her mouth.  She’ll even eat Jell-O to rid herself of the foul taste but it goes much deeper than that. 

How nonchalantly she spouts her venom, smiling and commenting with a pucker of her lips or blotting them with a tissue or issuing a look of utter disbelief.  Linda Lavin is Queen of the zinger and icy glance that adds an exclamation point to what she’s just said just in case you’ve missed it by laughing so hard.

Visiting their distant father, Lisa (Kate Jennings Grant) an alcoholic single mother in an abusive relationship and her brother Curtis (Michael Esper) who is gay and has an imaginary lover or does he?  that pays off in Act II when he meets Real Estate broker Brian (Gregory Wooddell) while looking at an apartment – the past returns to haunt all.  It’s your typical dysfunctional family at war over a death bed play smoothly directed by Mark Brokaw.

Ms. Lavin however manages to get some sympathy even though she is a bitch with her Second Act confessional – where she explains what it is she has gone through, what she wants for the future and how she is going to get it.

Curtis ends up in his dad’s hospital bed after he’s died due to a beating by the Real Estate guy in a scene that detours from the main play and is quite unbelievable but Mr. Silver has to get the son into that hospital bed somehow for the last scene which shows the son in a better light with his change in attitude towards his nurse (a compassionate and tough Brenda Pressley) that takes the hard edge off the disturbing evening.

It’s not surprising that Linda Lavin chose to do this play over Follies and Other Desert Cities.  It’s a more ferocious role and she is in top form as the lioness Rita Lyons.

Through November 10th    www.vineyardtheatre.org          108 E. 15 Street NYC

Photo:  Carol Rosegg

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PRATFALLS – Off-Off Broadway – a gem of a play

May 1st, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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Good things really do come in very small packages as evidenced by the delightful new gem of a four character (each very interesting), two act comedy called PRATFALLS, written by Holly Webber that is produced by Ground Up Productions at the very tiny and ultra intimate Dorothy Strelsin Theatre – 312 West 36th Street at 8th Avenue – The Abington Theatre Complex – with  Jenn Thompson directing.  I suggest seeing this one immediately.

Jenn Thompson is the Co-Artistic Director of TACT – The Actors’ Company Theatre that gives old plays a second chance and most recently had a huge hit with Neil Simon’s LOST IN YONKERS.  This time out Ms. Thompson has been able to direct a new work.  Quite ably.  She does so with as much care and detail as she is known for.

PRATFALLS is a very well written, smart and extremely funny play that takes place in the summer of 2003 on a roof top of a five floor walkup in Brooklyn where four people and a fiber glass owl explore a multitude of subjects.

The roof top set and lighting design by Travis McHale is right on.  And Ms. Thompson uses the small space to full advantage.  Costumes by Amanda Jenks are character appropriate.

Roy Demeure (a versatile Victor Verhaeghe) fancies himself a failure.  A funny failure.  At 47 he is still doing stand up comedy, an occasional odd acting job and drying dogs to pay the rent.  He’s been is Alcoholics Anonymous for five years.  He has been helping Frances Biegler (a quirky Amelia White with a quick retort) a 70ish English neighbor who hasn’t many other friends and is afraid of having to go into a nursing home.  He’s been helping her carry her groceries and they share some friendly moments atop the roof.

Elena Lehmann (a guarded Kate Middleton who begins to thaw) is a guilt ridden corporate lawyer who lost her husband in a freak accident and who by chance saw Roy’s act when she went out with a couple of girl friends to the comedy club whereupon she went home with him and had wild, passionate sex – a one night stand.  Or so she thought.

While demonstrating the end of his act that Elena thought could be improved he falls down a flight of stairs breaking both arms.  More guilt for Elena.  She then helps nurse him back to good health.  As does Frances.  It’s an odd and very real romantic comedy that follows with Frances’ jealousy rearing its camouflaged head.  There’s a reason she is so lonely.

The fourth character appears late in the second act but is spoken about early on.  He is Laird (a somewhat nerdy Matthew Baldiga), the young nephew of the landlord who has taken over the first floor apartment that Frances had requested – so as not to have to climb all those stairs to her rent controlled apartment.  But nepotism won out.  Besides he has a nervous whippet that he’s rescued.  He’s the main reason I think that the dog is so nervous.  The fiber glass owl has an eleven o’clock importance that ties everything together nicely during the famous blackout of August 14, 2003.

Holly Webber is a new writer with original ideas of character and very funny unexpected dialogue with heart.  Just seeing Roy and Elena hold feet with one another as he woos her with his broken arms is just one fine example.  It’s a charming, warm hearted comedy that crackles with sharp wit.  You’ll appreciate the title even more after you see PRATFALLS.  And you should see it ASAP.  Through May 19th 2012.

www.GroundUpProductions.org  general tickets $25.00 A VERITABLE BARGAIN! 

Photos:  Randy Morrison

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GHOST – the musical on Broadway is a paranormal phenomenon

April 30th, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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Love conquers all.  A mugging.  A murder.  A double crossing buddy.  A phony psychic.  A potter’s wheel.  And even death.  Loves lives on in the amazing, top notch, highly entertaining production of GHOST, the pop musical imported from England based on the 1990 Paramount movie and adapted for the musical stage by Bruce Joel Rubin (Book & Lyrics – who wrote the film) and Dave Stewart & Glen Ballard (Music & Lyrics) and featuring the unforgettable “Unchained Melody” written by Hy Zaret and Alex North.

GHOST must have the highest electric bill on Broadway.   With its 1950’s “Cinerama” influenced projections (Jon Driscoll) that take you on a three dimensional journey through the skyscrapers of New York City and beyond, its incredible lighting design by Hugh Vanstone, tread mills that allow expert director Matthew Warchus to keep the show moving at a dizzying speed, and the LED screen set design by Rob Howell that catapults the musical design form into the 21st century GHOST is the technological Eighth Wonder of the World.

The first act is simply spectacular, finding a wonderful balance between the extra special effects, vivid choreography by Ashley Wallen, quiet romance, brutal violence and some truly magical illusions (Paul Kieve) while infusing it with traditional musical comedy humor with the introduction of Oda Mae Brown (Da’Vine Joy Randolph – giving a rousing comedic spin on the “phony psychic”) who is as surprised as anyone else that she can communicate with the ghost of Sam Wheat (Richard Fleeshman) the handsome and convincing lover of his sculptress girlfriend Molly (Caissie Levy) who has been murdered by his best friend and co-worker Carl Bruner (a sleazy Bryce Pinkham) to obtain a secret code that will enable him to transfer ten million dollars into an off shore account in a money laundering scheme.

It’s to the creative teams credit that the famous song from the film “Unchained Melody” is not overly used.  It occurs at just the right moments and allows the rest of the tuneful and sometimes exciting score to come into its own. 

There is the quietly beautiful “Three Little Words” – words that Sam has a problem saying to Molly.  When she repeatedly voices her love for him he can’t say “I love you” but replies with a simple “ditto” which is how Molly can finally believe that his ghost is speaking to her through the outrageous and eventually comforting Oda Mae.

With the exception of a small Act II detour with a group of ghosts that seem to have been borrowed from The Addams Family which interferes with the progress of the story GHOST the musical gets back on track culminating in its beautifully realized romantic ending which proves that there is life after death in musical comedy heaven.

You will be emotionally drawn into the love triangle of Molly and Sam and Carl, wowed by the incredible comic performance of Oda Mae and bedazzled by the eye popping effects that will leave you spellbound.

www.ghostonbroadway.com  At the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre

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THE COLUMNIST – starring John Lithgow at MTC

April 29th, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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Hardly making any waves at all is this new play by David Auburn, THE COLUMNIST produced by the Manhattan Theatre Club at the Samuel J. Friedman Theatre which deals with a homosexual tryst (with a tantalizing bid for some bare bedroom skin) in Moscow in the 1950’s between an intelligent KGB hottie (Andrei – Brian J. Smith) and the much older but hardly any wiser Joseph Alsop (John Lithgow) – a renowned Washington D.C. syndicated journalist and its repercussions.

You will find just as much dull information on Wikipedia when you search “Joseph Alsop”.  Researched and written by Mr. Auburn THE COLUMNIST reminded me of a high school assignment where you had to write about the most interesting person you ever met.  He’s got the facts with some dramatic fiction thrown in but the results are lukewarm, or “tepid” the word Mr. Alsop would most probably use.

John Lithgow bespectacled in black round framed glasses, bow tied and wearing a pinky ring covers all the facets of Joseph Alsop’s caustic personality beautifully.  Droll, opinionated, obstinate, feeling every bit entitled, Alsop goes about his complicated, double standard life as only he can do amused with himself every bit of the way.

He marries Susan Mary (an excellent Margaret Colin).  He has been honest with her about his “nature”.  She goes into this unconventional but not uncommon arrangement hoping to change his habits but eventually tires of being mistreated. 

Alsop tutors his step daughter Abigail (Grace Gummer) in Latin, criticizes her too short skirt, and interrogates (rather interviews) her beau Philip (Marc Bonan – who has the cushionyist job on Broadway) and wonders about their sleeping arrangements – hypocrite that he is.

Stewart Alsop (a compassionate Boyd Gaines) portrays his fed up brother who works for the Saturday Evening Post.  They worked in tandem before and Joe wants to reunite.  But there are those nasty photos taken by the KGB in Moscow that pop up causing difficulties.  Who sent them?  What will be the outcome?

The assassination of JFK, Joe’s good buddy (who also had his share of sexual secrets) does him in completely.  And he has to deal with those young reporters in Saigon.  One in particular – Halberstam (the always reliable Stephen Kunken).  Things finally pick up when he arrives on the scene.  But it’s slow going all through Act I.

The sets by John Lee Beatty are, as usual, excellent.  With words that run across a screen that presumably are written by Alsop but which go by fast and without enlightening the script.  THE COLUMNIST is competently directed by Daniel Sullivan but it’s the text that is tiresome.

Andrei, having made in to America, finds Alsop in a park and attempts to apologize whereupon Alsop decides to write an damning article that might ruin his ex-tricks life.  Will he?  That the burning question as Alsop sits at his typewriter as in the opening scene and the play ends.  Yawn.  Stretch.  Go home.

www.thecolumnistbroadway.com    Photo:  Joan Marcus

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A Streetcar Named Desire – Tennessee Williams Revival in living color

April 28th, 2012 by Oscar E Moore
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They’ve taken the name Kowalski out of STREETCAR but the story remains the same for Belle Reve, the lost ancestral plantation co-owed by the manipulative, beyond her prime and close to breaking Blanche (a beautiful Nicole Ari Parker) and her pregnant younger sister Stella (Daphne Rubin-Vega – who appears to be the older sibling) in this newest multi racial revival of Tennessee Williams’ Pulitzer Prize winning drama first produced in 1947.  His beautiful, poetic and tragic play hasn’t aged at all. 

But it has been given a new look by director Emily Mann casting non white actors in the primary roles.  Set in Louisiana, this choice would seem a perfect fit and the dialogue appears to have been written specifically for these actors with some minor adjustments made to the script.  

Adding some sultry, jazzy underscoring by Terence Blanchard adds to the concept.  The naturalistic, claustrophobic set by Eugene Lee heightens the closeness that they all must share and the magenta infused lighting by Edward Pierce bathes the stage in a steamy hot glow.

Nicole Ari Parker gives a wonderful interpretation of Blanche, finding a wealth of humor as she races towards her destruction at the hands of the common, brutish and ape-like Stanley (the handsome Blair Underwood) who loves to play poker with his cronies, go bowling and beat up on his wife Stella who absolutely can’t keep her hands off of him.  It’s obviously a hot relationship they share in their bed with just a curtain to divide the space from where Blanche sleeps.

Blanche arrives with lots of baggage – mostly in her mind.  Fine dresses (Paul Tazewell) and accessories, a troubling past history, love letters, a gay husband who committed suicide and a belief that she is above the rest of the people that circumstances have forced her to accept, with difficulty.  Instead she takes a series of hot baths in the suffocating heat that drives Stanley nuts and tests the strength of his kidneys.

The one person that Blanche feels a certain kinship to and pursues is Mitch (Wood Harris), a gentleman with a silver cigarette case who is caring for his ailing mother.  But that relationship is ruined because of her lies.  Although Ms. Parker gives a great performance it’s a little difficult to accept that she is a fading Southern Belle.  She’s gorgeous but does manage to project that Whitney Houston dazed eye look and shaky manner due to her heavy drinking.

Of course, she too is attracted to Stanley even though she finds him crude which culminates in a graphic rape scene, her nervous breakdown and tragic end as they lead her away to an asylum.

The supporting cast is excellent with Amelia Campbell a standout as she puts up with her own brute of a husband, the excellent Matthew Saldivar.  Oh how terribly those men treat their women who love putting up with them because of their sexual prowess.  And Aaron Clifton Moten as the newsboy that Blanche attempts to seduce gets high marks for his short but memorable scene.

This color blind production of STREETCAR is powerful, explosive and deeply moving.

Limited 16 week engagement.  At the Broadhurst Theatre.

www.streetcaronbroadway.com  Photos:  Ken Howard

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