“It’s Only A Play” on Broadway: You Should Still Try Thoughby Randi / October 28, 2014
“Speed-the-Plow”, the David Mamet play best known for the celebrities attached to its various productions because they’re the only reason to sit through its vacuity, is now on the West End. Remember how a few years ago, Jeremy Piven was set to star on Broadway but he had to bow out due to mercury poisoning because he ate too much sushi? That was this show. And that’s the most interesting thing about it! Now it’s on the West End, starring Lindsay Lohan in her Redemption Tour™ sponsored by Oprah. (Oprah was there opening night, and I didn’t know. I’m so BT about it. Though it’s probably for the best because if I ever met her I’d be like “Ah’s snitting next to Borpo!”)
Lohan not only showed up, but remembered all her lines and, less condescendingly, was actually decent. She was well cast as a young attractive woman who messes with a Hollywood exec’s head because of all her wimmininess, which I’m sure she has done often in her real life but due to her failure circa 2007 to show up to work rather than wimmininess.
“Speed-the-Plow” is about two Hollywood executives who are preparing to pitch a terrible-sounding but sure-to-be-money-making prison film to the studio head. They only have the option until the next morning, which is quite the forced timeline for allowing all sorts of dramatic things to happen. We only have 24 hours to pitch this to the boss! Oh no! He’s going to NYC for the day? Well let’s just meet him tomorrow morning and hope he’s not late, instead of mentioning anything about the film to him on the phone! Idiots.
Bobby is the newly minted head of production, and Charlie is his longtime, long-suffering associate. I say long-suffering because we get the idea that the two friends have been working together for a long, long time, but Bobby is the only one who has been promoted or paid well. So what is that about? Judging this production, I would say it’s because Americans think British people are smarter because of their accent, and Bobby (despite the understudy’s best efforts), is clearly British, so he got the promotions. Charlie, on the other hand, can do a super impressive American accent, so his studio bosses assumed he wasn’t as smart or cultured as Bobby. My blurring of the lines between the actors and their characters seems only fitting given the nonsense of this flimsy play and how much my mind wandered throughout. And indeed, Charlie’s accent was so impressive (especially compared to Bobby’s FAILURE TO SAY HIS R’S) that I almost thought he could be a compatriot. But then I saw his name was Nigel Lindsay. Nope. Not American. Can’t be more British than that. (Nigel was actually quite great in the role. But he acted like and physically resembled Norbert Leo Butz enough that I couldn’t help dreaming of how amazing Norbert probably was in the Broadway revival.)
Lindsay plays Karen, a role – originated on Broadway by Madonna, never forget – that is both thankless and demeaning, but with great shoes. She’s a temporary secretary for Bobby, and we know she is new to the movie business and quite naïve about its operating because she tells everyone she meets how ‘naïve’ she is every five minutes. It’s a super short play, less than 90 minutes, and half the words were Lindsay saying ‘naïve’. The other half was Bobby the Britman saying “entuh-tainment”. (And “unduh-stand”. SAY YOUR R’S. It’s the ONE rule of doing American accents.)
Bobby has been given a book about radiation and the end of the world and humanity and stuff to provide a ‘courtesy read’, which means he will read it to be nice but there’s no way in hell the studio would ever make it as a film. He tells naïve Karen this, and naïve Karen is like, but why? “Because it wouldn’t make money.” But why? “Because no one wants to see a movie about that.” But why? “BECAUSE I SAID SO DO YOU UNDUH-STAND?”
But Karen won’t take no for an answer, so she goes to his house at night, even though he’s gross and old, to discuss the enormous long book that she somehow read in its entirety and tabbed between finishing her work day and dinner time. Karen loved the book, to say the least. She thinks it’s the most brilliant piece of writing that e’er touched her heart and thinks it would somehow make a great movie. This is where Mamet gets both lazy and annoying. Karen reads SO MUCH OF THE BOOK out loud to us in her attempt to convince Bobby of its brilliance. All the parts she reads sound like the Dalai Lama when he is in a drug-induced dream fighting off Ewok-shaped clouds. Then the tables sort of turn, and even though we know Bobby is trying to seduce her, she starts seducing Bobby. It’s gross because Bobby is old and can’t say his r’s. Karen just keeps reading high Dalai Lama passages until Bobby says he’ll make the movie with her and then they doooo it. So gross.
Obviously this play is blargh. The only possible theme or moral you can take from it is that Hollywood values money over boring stories (ooh burn!) and that women ruin everything. David Mamet is like a more jackassery version of Aaron Sorkin, which makes sense because a smart friend of mine (not the internet) told me that Sorkin was inspired by Mamet. But Sorkin is better because at least “The West Wing” had solid female characters that weren’t just wimmins being vagina-havers that bother the men, as all female characters in Mamet works turn out to be because he seems a misogynist at heart. Lindsay’s character here exists only to mess up the bro dynamic between the two male leads, and then when the men realize that she messed with their heads (seemingly not with bad intentions), they dispose of her. OH no they don’t kill her, they just kick her out and say “Try getting another job in Hollywood ever again, missy!” which is maybe worse. Like what jerks.
If anyone can explain to me why this play is called “Speed-the-Plow”, and why hyphens, I will give you a cookie. Is this a famous phrase that other people know about and I just never learned, like wag the dog or get the pip? Don’t know it. (Interestingly, Mamet wrote “Wag the Dog” as well. But that one doesn’t have hyphens! Why not! Why is he messing with our minds?) So, in closing, you should see it. I think that’s what I’m trying to say.
“Speed-the-Plow” is about two Hollywood executives who are preparing to pitch a terrible-sounding but sure-to-be-money-making prison film to the studio head. They only have the option until the next morning, which is quite the forced timeline for allowing all sorts of dramatic things to happen. We only have 24 hours to pitch this to the boss! Oh no! He’s going to NYC for the day? Well let’s just meet him tomorrow morning and hope he’s not late, instead of mentioning anything about the film to him on the phone! Idiots.
Bobby is the newly minted head of production, and Charlie is his longtime, long-suffering associate. I say long-suffering because we get the idea that the two friends have been working together for a long, long time, but Bobby is the only one who has been promoted or paid well. So what is that about? Judging this production, I would say it’s because Americans think British people are smarter because of their accent, and Bobby (despite the understudy’s best efforts), is clearly British, so he got the promotions. Charlie, on the other hand, can do a super impressive American accent, so his studio bosses assumed he wasn’t as smart or cultured as Bobby. My blurring of the lines between the actors and their characters seems only fitting given the nonsense of this flimsy play and how much my mind wandered throughout. And indeed, Charlie’s accent was so impressive (especially compared to Bobby’s FAILURE TO SAY HIS R’S) that I almost thought he could be a compatriot. But then I saw his name was Nigel Lindsay. Nope. Not American. Can’t be more British than that. (Nigel was actually quite great in the role. But he acted like and physically resembled Norbert Leo Butz enough that I couldn’t help dreaming of how amazing Norbert probably was in the Broadway revival.)
Lindsay plays Karen, a role – originated on Broadway by Madonna, never forget – that is both thankless and demeaning, but with great shoes. She’s a temporary secretary for Bobby, and we know she is new to the movie business and quite naïve about its operating because she tells everyone she meets how ‘naïve’ she is every five minutes. It’s a super short play, less than 90 minutes, and half the words were Lindsay saying ‘naïve’. The other half was Bobby the Britman saying “entuh-tainment”. (And “unduh-stand”. SAY YOUR R’S. It’s the ONE rule of doing American accents.)
Bobby has been given a book about radiation and the end of the world and humanity and stuff to provide a ‘courtesy read’, which means he will read it to be nice but there’s no way in hell the studio would ever make it as a film. He tells naïve Karen this, and naïve Karen is like, but why? “Because it wouldn’t make money.” But why? “Because no one wants to see a movie about that.” But why? “BECAUSE I SAID SO DO YOU UNDUH-STAND?”
But Karen won’t take no for an answer, so she goes to his house at night, even though he’s gross and old, to discuss the enormous long book that she somehow read in its entirety and tabbed between finishing her work day and dinner time. Karen loved the book, to say the least. She thinks it’s the most brilliant piece of writing that e’er touched her heart and thinks it would somehow make a great movie. This is where Mamet gets both lazy and annoying. Karen reads SO MUCH OF THE BOOK out loud to us in her attempt to convince Bobby of its brilliance. All the parts she reads sound like the Dalai Lama when he is in a drug-induced dream fighting off Ewok-shaped clouds. Then the tables sort of turn, and even though we know Bobby is trying to seduce her, she starts seducing Bobby. It’s gross because Bobby is old and can’t say his r’s. Karen just keeps reading high Dalai Lama passages until Bobby says he’ll make the movie with her and then they doooo it. So gross.
Obviously this play is blargh. The only possible theme or moral you can take from it is that Hollywood values money over boring stories (ooh burn!) and that women ruin everything. David Mamet is like a more jackassery version of Aaron Sorkin, which makes sense because a smart friend of mine (not the internet) told me that Sorkin was inspired by Mamet. But Sorkin is better because at least “The West Wing” had solid female characters that weren’t just wimmins being vagina-havers that bother the men, as all female characters in Mamet works turn out to be because he seems a misogynist at heart. Lindsay’s character here exists only to mess up the bro dynamic between the two male leads, and then when the men realize that she messed with their heads (seemingly not with bad intentions), they dispose of her. OH no they don’t kill her, they just kick her out and say “Try getting another job in Hollywood ever again, missy!” which is maybe worse. Like what jerks.
If anyone can explain to me why this play is called “Speed-the-Plow”, and why hyphens, I will give you a cookie. Is this a famous phrase that other people know about and I just never learned, like wag the dog or get the pip? Don’t know it. (Interestingly, Mamet wrote “Wag the Dog” as well. But that one doesn’t have hyphens! Why not! Why is he messing with our minds?) So, in closing, you should see it. I think that’s what I’m trying to say.
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Broadway’s “On The Town” Is On The Crack
“New York, New York, a wonderful town! The Bronx is up and the Battery’s down!” I’m sure you know that line from the classic musical “On The Town”, because it’s the only memorable line in the whole shebang. Did you see the ol’ movie? With Frank Sinatra and Gene Kelly, freaking wonderful cast? I’m sure I saw it, but I don’t remember. If I remembered it, I’m pretty sure I would have been more prepared for the heavy onslaught of absolute CAH-RAZY that hit me in the Lyric Theatre when I saw the current musical revival.
I really don’t understand how this wacky, bizarre musical is considered a classic, and I reeeeally don’t understand whoever calls it a family show. The current revival is really good, very well done, but the material is off the charts nuts, just a gallimaufry of seemingly unrelated scenes, sight gags, baudy jokes, and nonsense that will have you wide-eyed and asking the stranger sitting next to you “Hey…hey man…what the hell is happening on that stage?…it’s happening, right?” P.S., this is the only instance where I condone talking in the theatre. Just to find out if you are hallucinating real fast.
It begins innocently enough, as innocently as sailors can be.
Three sailor boys in their little white uniforms and their cute little Purim hats have 24 hours of leave in NYC and are so excited! Like three little puppies except not as cute or as lovable! Because they are dirty! Dirty dirty boys! 24 hours in NYC, what do you do? Eat some bagels and pizza? Go to the Empire State Building? See a show? No! You troll the streets for random women for their one night. Oy!
Tony Yazbeck, a Tony nominee for his work here, plays Gabey, so yeah he’s 9 years old, and he has his heart set on a certain Miss Turnstiles, the girl whose poster is all over the subways because she won a weird creepy little beauty pageant. We flashback to the actual creepy ass pageant, where our heroine (?) Ivy wins. She has an annoying voice but is a beautiful dancer. We like her fine. So obviously we worry that some rando sailor is on the loose searching for her. (She’s played by actual New York City Ballet-erina Megan Fairchild, whose little brother Robert is a few blocks away kicking ass in “An American In Paris”! Both starring in Tony-nominated-famous-for-Gene-Kelly shows! I hope they don’t have another sibling.)
Our other two sailors, Chip and Ozzie, vow to help Gabey (we are either working with preschoolers or chipmunks here) find Ivy. Chip (Jay Armstrong Johnson) and Ozzie (Clyde Alves) separate to try to find her, because, well, it’s easier to find a random girl in NYC if you split up. P.S., I’m going to use the words ‘rando’ and ‘random’ 100x here and I thought it was worth mentioning that the director of this show is John Rando. Can’t make this shit up.
Chip hops into a cab that happens to be driven by a youngish white woman, but instead of being cool about how women can be cab drivers, the woman Hildy (Alysha Umphress) pretty much kidnaps Chip and assaults him. He begs to be let off at any of the famous places he wants to see but she refuses and instead takes him to her apartment, while singing a song to this perfect stranger called “Come Up To My Place”. But it’s okay because she’s a woman! It’s cool! No it’s not. It’s so freaking weird and creepy that we are supposed to laugh and love their dynamic when it’s still a victim and a sex offender. It’s like she’s an Uber driver and not a yellow cabbie.
Chip is too dumb to mind, really, which I guess is lucky. Alysha has a great booming voice (you may recognize her as one of the trolls in the Frozen 2 (Frozen Again) video. He indeed goes up to her place and is like fine with it? but still dumb and totally confused? And he meets Hildy’s sad pathetic roommate who is really probably the least necessary character in any show ever. She has a cold and sneezes a lot. I do too.
Our third Sailor, Ozzie, seems equally dumb but I think he’s a bit of a calculating genius, because he offers to look for Ivy in NYC landmarks and big museums. Meaning, he gets to see the stuff he wants to see. He’s a smart cookie. Named Ozzie. He goes to the Museum of Natural History and is in the Early Humans room with apes and Neanderthals and what not and there’s a blonde sitting on the bench writing! Look! A blonde! Her name is Claire de Loone (not joking, and yes she is a loon) (played by Elizabeth Stanley who is like the Ann Veal of Broadway musicals) and she is doing anthropology research. She asks Ozzie if she can measure him, because apparently her advanced scientific research is to find men and record their measurements, so apparently she is less apt for anthropology than she is for just anthropologie.
When Claire takes men’s measurements, she naturally finds them irresistible and, even though she is engaged to a judge, she seduces them. Again, family show. So she and Ozzie get carried away and sing one of the most hideous songs I’ve ever heard, not joking, called “Carried Away”, which is in some godawful minor key with a horrible melody. Then the early humans on display and the primate models COME TO LIFE and they all dance and sing this acne song with the apes and the homo habilis and everyone is like acid tripping more than Willy Wonka and at this point my companion said ‘What is happening?’ and it was insane. What is this show.
Back to sailor #1, Gabey, who is so depressed and lonely wandering about NYC because he hasn’t found this girl on the poster yet. I’m pretty sure he sings “I’m So Ronery” at this point; could have been something else. In a flash of smarts/stalkerness, he goes to Carnegie Hall because the poster said she studied there. And hey will you look at that, he goes in to the rehearsal rooms and she’s there! Yay! Show over! No it’s not. They meet and he asks her out and she says yes! I wanted to yell “No Ivy don’t! He’s some random sailor!” but I didn’t.
Luckily, Ivy’s voice teacher is Jackie Hoffman, the funniest person, the best thing about most productions she’s in or even not in. She’s a drunk voice teacher here as well as an angry old lady running through the streets during the rest of the show. Most of her anger is from seeing the sailors vandalize property and harassing people. We’re supposed to think she’s crazy and laugh at her but she’s actually the only sane character in the entire show.
Gabey and Ivy plan to meet that night, but sadly the voice teacher forces Ivy to work that night (as a dancer on Coney Island it’s not weird) or else she’ll smear her reputation. I mean she was doing her a favor. So Ivy stands Gabey up and Gabey is sad because he’s nine.
Act II
The sailors and the two non-Ivy random women all agree to meet up at a club where Claire and her judge-fiancé are having an engagement party with no guests. Gabey is so so sad, and Jackie Hoffman is a lounge singer singing a song called “I Wish I Was Dead”. It’s a weird start. The group bar hops a few times, each time leaving Claire’s judge-fiancé (who is okay with her having affairs) to pay the bills, each time entering a new club to find Jackie Hoffman singing the same song. Finally Jackie Hoffman is in a bar not as a lounge singer but as the drunk vocal coach, and Gabey gets out of her that Ivy is at Coney Island. So they all RUN to Coney Island! Yay!
On the way to Coney Island, Gabey dreams about meeting Ivy, and they have a beautiful dream ballet which is the real reason for seeing this show. Considering Ivy is played by a ballerina and not really an actress, and that the rest of the show is nonsense and this is beautiful, this is where she and the show come to life. It’s really the saving grace of this show.
Gabey finds Ivy on Coney Island pretty easily. She’s a belly dancer sort of thing in a club’s harem. Awwwkward. Gabey “accidentally” rips her costume off, and she’s arrested for indecent exposure! The cops come about the time the rest of the boys and their girls come. The three sailors are taken to the naval authorities for cavorting with this CRIMINAL who dared show her belly and all seems lost as the boys board their ship, but then the three women chase them saying how the judge helped clear all the police mess. And they all get to say goodbye and happily look back on the ridiculously random and disturbing day they had.
The whole thing makes so little sense that it was almost hilarious and worth seeing for that reason. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so surprised by a show. I guess I had no idea what it was about. The cast is uniformly great, they’re just given the wackiest material to work with. Godspeed to them.
Tony Yazbeck, a Tony nominee for his work here, plays Gabey, so yeah he’s 9 years old, and he has his heart set on a certain Miss Turnstiles, the girl whose poster is all over the subways because she won a weird creepy little beauty pageant. We flashback to the actual creepy ass pageant, where our heroine (?) Ivy wins. She has an annoying voice but is a beautiful dancer. We like her fine. So obviously we worry that some rando sailor is on the loose searching for her. (She’s played by actual New York City Ballet-erina Megan Fairchild, whose little brother Robert is a few blocks away kicking ass in “An American In Paris”! Both starring in Tony-nominated-famous-for-Gene-Kelly shows! I hope they don’t have another sibling.)
Our other two sailors, Chip and Ozzie, vow to help Gabey (we are either working with preschoolers or chipmunks here) find Ivy. Chip (Jay Armstrong Johnson) and Ozzie (Clyde Alves) separate to try to find her, because, well, it’s easier to find a random girl in NYC if you split up. P.S., I’m going to use the words ‘rando’ and ‘random’ 100x here and I thought it was worth mentioning that the director of this show is John Rando. Can’t make this shit up.
Chip hops into a cab that happens to be driven by a youngish white woman, but instead of being cool about how women can be cab drivers, the woman Hildy (Alysha Umphress) pretty much kidnaps Chip and assaults him. He begs to be let off at any of the famous places he wants to see but she refuses and instead takes him to her apartment, while singing a song to this perfect stranger called “Come Up To My Place”. But it’s okay because she’s a woman! It’s cool! No it’s not. It’s so freaking weird and creepy that we are supposed to laugh and love their dynamic when it’s still a victim and a sex offender. It’s like she’s an Uber driver and not a yellow cabbie.
Chip is too dumb to mind, really, which I guess is lucky. Alysha has a great booming voice (you may recognize her as one of the trolls in the Frozen 2 (Frozen Again) video. He indeed goes up to her place and is like fine with it? but still dumb and totally confused? And he meets Hildy’s sad pathetic roommate who is really probably the least necessary character in any show ever. She has a cold and sneezes a lot. I do too.
Our third Sailor, Ozzie, seems equally dumb but I think he’s a bit of a calculating genius, because he offers to look for Ivy in NYC landmarks and big museums. Meaning, he gets to see the stuff he wants to see. He’s a smart cookie. Named Ozzie. He goes to the Museum of Natural History and is in the Early Humans room with apes and Neanderthals and what not and there’s a blonde sitting on the bench writing! Look! A blonde! Her name is Claire de Loone (not joking, and yes she is a loon) (played by Elizabeth Stanley who is like the Ann Veal of Broadway musicals) and she is doing anthropology research. She asks Ozzie if she can measure him, because apparently her advanced scientific research is to find men and record their measurements, so apparently she is less apt for anthropology than she is for just anthropologie.
When Claire takes men’s measurements, she naturally finds them irresistible and, even though she is engaged to a judge, she seduces them. Again, family show. So she and Ozzie get carried away and sing one of the most hideous songs I’ve ever heard, not joking, called “Carried Away”, which is in some godawful minor key with a horrible melody. Then the early humans on display and the primate models COME TO LIFE and they all dance and sing this acne song with the apes and the homo habilis and everyone is like acid tripping more than Willy Wonka and at this point my companion said ‘What is happening?’ and it was insane. What is this show.
Back to sailor #1, Gabey, who is so depressed and lonely wandering about NYC because he hasn’t found this girl on the poster yet. I’m pretty sure he sings “I’m So Ronery” at this point; could have been something else. In a flash of smarts/stalkerness, he goes to Carnegie Hall because the poster said she studied there. And hey will you look at that, he goes in to the rehearsal rooms and she’s there! Yay! Show over! No it’s not. They meet and he asks her out and she says yes! I wanted to yell “No Ivy don’t! He’s some random sailor!” but I didn’t.
Luckily, Ivy’s voice teacher is Jackie Hoffman, the funniest person, the best thing about most productions she’s in or even not in. She’s a drunk voice teacher here as well as an angry old lady running through the streets during the rest of the show. Most of her anger is from seeing the sailors vandalize property and harassing people. We’re supposed to think she’s crazy and laugh at her but she’s actually the only sane character in the entire show.
Gabey and Ivy plan to meet that night, but sadly the voice teacher forces Ivy to work that night (as a dancer on Coney Island it’s not weird) or else she’ll smear her reputation. I mean she was doing her a favor. So Ivy stands Gabey up and Gabey is sad because he’s nine.
Act II
The sailors and the two non-Ivy random women all agree to meet up at a club where Claire and her judge-fiancé are having an engagement party with no guests. Gabey is so so sad, and Jackie Hoffman is a lounge singer singing a song called “I Wish I Was Dead”. It’s a weird start. The group bar hops a few times, each time leaving Claire’s judge-fiancé (who is okay with her having affairs) to pay the bills, each time entering a new club to find Jackie Hoffman singing the same song. Finally Jackie Hoffman is in a bar not as a lounge singer but as the drunk vocal coach, and Gabey gets out of her that Ivy is at Coney Island. So they all RUN to Coney Island! Yay!
On the way to Coney Island, Gabey dreams about meeting Ivy, and they have a beautiful dream ballet which is the real reason for seeing this show. Considering Ivy is played by a ballerina and not really an actress, and that the rest of the show is nonsense and this is beautiful, this is where she and the show come to life. It’s really the saving grace of this show.
Gabey finds Ivy on Coney Island pretty easily. She’s a belly dancer sort of thing in a club’s harem. Awwwkward. Gabey “accidentally” rips her costume off, and she’s arrested for indecent exposure! The cops come about the time the rest of the boys and their girls come. The three sailors are taken to the naval authorities for cavorting with this CRIMINAL who dared show her belly and all seems lost as the boys board their ship, but then the three women chase them saying how the judge helped clear all the police mess. And they all get to say goodbye and happily look back on the ridiculously random and disturbing day they had.
The whole thing makes so little sense that it was almost hilarious and worth seeing for that reason. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so surprised by a show. I guess I had no idea what it was about. The cast is uniformly great, they’re just given the wackiest material to work with. Godspeed to them.
Right Now in London: 5 Must-See Musicals
August can be such a boring, dead month – everyone is on holiday, work is slow, so many things are closed, and this summer in particular it’s too hot to want to do anything. Thank goodness that London is overflowing with great theatre to see, even in these dog days of summer. This time of year can be a quiet time for theatre, as the big awards-focused shows haven’t opened yet and many of last season’s best have already closed. But luckily this August has lots of exciting, mostly new musicals. Before the incredibly exciting premieres of, for example, the gender-swapped “Company” (with Patti LuPone! PUT THOSE PHONES AWAY!) and Broadway’s heartrending darling “Come From Away”, there’s plenty to see right now on the West End and off.
Everyone always asks me for recommendations, and while I recommend that you, like me, see everything possible, I realise (I do I really do!) that my schedule of constant theatre isn’t feasible, or desirable, for most people, especially for the many tourists interested in just a few tips for their short London visits. So here are my top musical recommendations – in no particular order – that you can go see right now (well, one requires a bit of planning but you get the idea!).
5. THE KING AND I
London Palladium, until September 29
Most theatre fans will have fond memories of when they first saw “The King and I”, whether of watching the movie with their families or seeing an earlier production. Even people who don’t think they know musical theatre can sing along to “Getting to Know You” (just don’t sing along in the theatre!). But apart from the Broadway production that begot this West End transfer, this current rendition is the best there’s been.
And this is mainly due to its star, Kelli O’Hara, showing London what a true musical genius of a performer can do. O’Hara is probably the greatest soprano working in musical theatre today, and she’s providing a master class on acting through singing and on restraint as a powerful tool. Having this chance to catch her one last time in her Tony-winning role is a lucky opportunity that no one should miss. Her “Hello Young Lovers” is without a doubt the loveliest interpretation of the song ever witnessed and the most glorious musical achievement currently happening in London right now. That film star Ken Watanabe has also returned to the show, to reprise his role as the King of Siam, adds to this production’s appeal. His King easily alternates between goofy and cruel, yet he is always completely charming. And the recent return of the great Ruthie Ann Miles to the stage, here sharing the role of Lady Thiang, would be reason enough to see this production.
Catching this talent while you can is a must, although I have realised upon my latest visit that “The King and I” is kind of a weird show. It’s not necessarily that it has aged poorly, like other Golden Age shows have, but there’s an obvious direction the show would follow today (that someone at some point would ask Anna and/or the King, “Why do we have to pretend to be westernised to prove we aren’t barbarians? And why do we have to prove anything to prevent invaders from taking over our country illegally?” after which would come a story of being proud of your heritage or something) instead of the odd route it takes (“giant skirts and high heels will prevent conquest!”). Nevertheless, it’s a classic for a reason, and this is the production to see while you can.
London Palladium, until September 29
Most theatre fans will have fond memories of when they first saw “The King and I”, whether of watching the movie with their families or seeing an earlier production. Even people who don’t think they know musical theatre can sing along to “Getting to Know You” (just don’t sing along in the theatre!). But apart from the Broadway production that begot this West End transfer, this current rendition is the best there’s been.
And this is mainly due to its star, Kelli O’Hara, showing London what a true musical genius of a performer can do. O’Hara is probably the greatest soprano working in musical theatre today, and she’s providing a master class on acting through singing and on restraint as a powerful tool. Having this chance to catch her one last time in her Tony-winning role is a lucky opportunity that no one should miss. Her “Hello Young Lovers” is without a doubt the loveliest interpretation of the song ever witnessed and the most glorious musical achievement currently happening in London right now. That film star Ken Watanabe has also returned to the show, to reprise his role as the King of Siam, adds to this production’s appeal. His King easily alternates between goofy and cruel, yet he is always completely charming. And the recent return of the great Ruthie Ann Miles to the stage, here sharing the role of Lady Thiang, would be reason enough to see this production.
Catching this talent while you can is a must, although I have realised upon my latest visit that “The King and I” is kind of a weird show. It’s not necessarily that it has aged poorly, like other Golden Age shows have, but there’s an obvious direction the show would follow today (that someone at some point would ask Anna and/or the King, “Why do we have to pretend to be westernised to prove we aren’t barbarians? And why do we have to prove anything to prevent invaders from taking over our country illegally?” after which would come a story of being proud of your heritage or something) instead of the odd route it takes (“giant skirts and high heels will prevent conquest!”). Nevertheless, it’s a classic for a reason, and this is the production to see while you can.
4. BRING IT ON
Southwark Playhouse, until September 1
The fact that I’m recommending this show even though the small black box theatre is not air-conditioned proves how much fun it is. Even though the audience (and the cast!) was dying from the heat, everyone was having a ball, because the exuberant cast’s energy mixed with the fun music makes for a winning, perfect-for-summer combination.
“Bring it On” is inspired by the famous Kirsten Dunst movie (possibly the best movie ever) and subsequent franchise but with a completely different story – a move I greatly appreciated from book writer Jeff Whitty, as it lets the musical stand on its own merit instead of being compared to a much tighter movie. With mostly vivacious music by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Tom Kitt, and Amanda Green, “Bring it On” makes it easy to have a good time. There may be too many lackluster ballads, and they generally fail to further the story or the character development, but even just a few of the lively ensemble numbers make it all worth it. Especially given the very young, fresh (and yes inexperienced) cast, that’s really where this show shines and where everything seems to come to invigorating life.
It’s not a great musical – it’s not going to be considered one of the classics of the age or anything – but it’s an incredibly easy show to enjoy right now. The humour and energy and of course the cheerleading will have you smiling pretty much the whole time. And, I can’t think of any show that will make young people more excited to return to school.
Southwark Playhouse, until September 1
The fact that I’m recommending this show even though the small black box theatre is not air-conditioned proves how much fun it is. Even though the audience (and the cast!) was dying from the heat, everyone was having a ball, because the exuberant cast’s energy mixed with the fun music makes for a winning, perfect-for-summer combination.
“Bring it On” is inspired by the famous Kirsten Dunst movie (possibly the best movie ever) and subsequent franchise but with a completely different story – a move I greatly appreciated from book writer Jeff Whitty, as it lets the musical stand on its own merit instead of being compared to a much tighter movie. With mostly vivacious music by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Tom Kitt, and Amanda Green, “Bring it On” makes it easy to have a good time. There may be too many lackluster ballads, and they generally fail to further the story or the character development, but even just a few of the lively ensemble numbers make it all worth it. Especially given the very young, fresh (and yes inexperienced) cast, that’s really where this show shines and where everything seems to come to invigorating life.
It’s not a great musical – it’s not going to be considered one of the classics of the age or anything – but it’s an incredibly easy show to enjoy right now. The humour and energy and of course the cheerleading will have you smiling pretty much the whole time. And, I can’t think of any show that will make young people more excited to return to school.
3. HAMILTON
Victoria Palace, open run
You can’t talk about musical theatre anymore without mentioning Lin-Manuel Miranda’s behemoth masterwork, and that’s for good reason. “Hamilton”, one of the most astounding, brilliant musicals ever written, has changed the game, infiltrated all realms of culture, and proved that musical theatre is relevant. One of the few properties to actually surpass the insane hype surrounding it, “Hamilton” has the most incredible score, and it’s the only show that teaches you more than an entire year’s worth of U.S. History could, all while being entertaining instead of like school.
If you are one of the few people who haven’t yet memorised the entire score, “Hamilton” tells the story of one of America’s formerly-overlooked-but-now-most-famous founding fathers, who worked his way out of a life of poverty in the British West Indies. His determination and brilliance helped him escape endless trauma and become an influential part of the American revolution and the foundation of the new republic. Yet his ambition and wit get him into trouble too, giving him a lifetime of experiences most rappers would love to write about. A hip-hop musical about the founding fathers seemed crazy at first, but now it’s entirely accepted as incontestable that this type of music should tell this story.
So I know you can’t buy tickets for this weekend, but don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere. It will be playing for a looong time. And if you are the semi-spontaneous sort (it is done two days in advance, so it’s not the thrilling ‘ahh I won and the show starts in 30 minutes!’ type of exciting ticket lottery), you can enter the daily ticket lottery for only 10 quid at this website. Otherwise, you can start looking for tickets for a few months in advance (the benefit of seeing it in London and not New York). Be warned that, because of its cultural infiltration, the show has become its own sort of tourist attraction, and the audience can be rowdy. The Delfont Mackintosh staff at the Palace can’t (and won’t) do much to curb the talking, the singing along, and the phone use (and subsequent filming and photo taking), but if you can stomach that (which, to be fair, is increasingly happening at all sorts of shows nowadays), you’ll have the time of your life.
Victoria Palace, open run
You can’t talk about musical theatre anymore without mentioning Lin-Manuel Miranda’s behemoth masterwork, and that’s for good reason. “Hamilton”, one of the most astounding, brilliant musicals ever written, has changed the game, infiltrated all realms of culture, and proved that musical theatre is relevant. One of the few properties to actually surpass the insane hype surrounding it, “Hamilton” has the most incredible score, and it’s the only show that teaches you more than an entire year’s worth of U.S. History could, all while being entertaining instead of like school.
If you are one of the few people who haven’t yet memorised the entire score, “Hamilton” tells the story of one of America’s formerly-overlooked-but-now-most-famous founding fathers, who worked his way out of a life of poverty in the British West Indies. His determination and brilliance helped him escape endless trauma and become an influential part of the American revolution and the foundation of the new republic. Yet his ambition and wit get him into trouble too, giving him a lifetime of experiences most rappers would love to write about. A hip-hop musical about the founding fathers seemed crazy at first, but now it’s entirely accepted as incontestable that this type of music should tell this story.
So I know you can’t buy tickets for this weekend, but don’t worry, it’s not going anywhere. It will be playing for a looong time. And if you are the semi-spontaneous sort (it is done two days in advance, so it’s not the thrilling ‘ahh I won and the show starts in 30 minutes!’ type of exciting ticket lottery), you can enter the daily ticket lottery for only 10 quid at this website. Otherwise, you can start looking for tickets for a few months in advance (the benefit of seeing it in London and not New York). Be warned that, because of its cultural infiltration, the show has become its own sort of tourist attraction, and the audience can be rowdy. The Delfont Mackintosh staff at the Palace can’t (and won’t) do much to curb the talking, the singing along, and the phone use (and subsequent filming and photo taking), but if you can stomach that (which, to be fair, is increasingly happening at all sorts of shows nowadays), you’ll have the time of your life.
2. FUN HOME
Young Vic, until September 1
I have so much faith in this extraordinary musical that I’m recommending it even though I haven’t seen this production yet (next weekend!). With an accomplished, emotional score by Jeanine Tesori and Lisa Kron, “Fun Home” feels so intimate and so real that you’ll feel as if you are a part of the family. Based on Alison Bechdel’s beloved graphic novel about her family and her childhood, the musical weaves between present and past as Alison looks at three different stages of her life to consider her relationship with her parents.
“Fun Home” is the rare kind of show that lets the poignancy of quiet family life stand on its own merit, without booming belted stand-and-plant solos or excessive dance numbers to distract from the emotion. It’s a difficult show that relies on the abilities of child actors to do a lot of the heavy lifting, but when it works and you connect to the material, it’s a uniquely special theatrical experience.
Young Vic, until September 1
I have so much faith in this extraordinary musical that I’m recommending it even though I haven’t seen this production yet (next weekend!). With an accomplished, emotional score by Jeanine Tesori and Lisa Kron, “Fun Home” feels so intimate and so real that you’ll feel as if you are a part of the family. Based on Alison Bechdel’s beloved graphic novel about her family and her childhood, the musical weaves between present and past as Alison looks at three different stages of her life to consider her relationship with her parents.
“Fun Home” is the rare kind of show that lets the poignancy of quiet family life stand on its own merit, without booming belted stand-and-plant solos or excessive dance numbers to distract from the emotion. It’s a difficult show that relies on the abilities of child actors to do a lot of the heavy lifting, but when it works and you connect to the material, it’s a uniquely special theatrical experience.
1. MATILDA
Cambridge Theatre, open run
So unlike the rest of this list, “Matilda” isn’t recent to London by any means. But I realise that there are no British musicals on this list of what to see in London right now, which just seems wrong. Luckily, I’m not just including this to tick off a “British musical” box – “Matilda” is really and truly the best British musical, modern or classic, and I will happily argue with anyone who says otherwise.
This genius adaptation of Roald Dahl’s beloved book proves Tim Minchin as one of the best lyricists in the business right now. While I eagerly wait for his next project, I’m grateful that “Matilda” is still playing in the West End since it features the only truly great, complex original score that we’ve seen here in far too long. And not only is the score beautiful, affecting, and funny, the book is one of the best of modern musicals, in a time where musical book-writing as an art seems to be given less and less respect. Although it’s ostensibly a show for children (a little girl I once sat next to had an accident, bless her), Dennis Kelly’s intricate, eloquent book and Minchin’s beyond clever lyrics ensure that even adults will need to pay attention and, like the show’s heroine, use their smarts.
Cambridge Theatre, open run
So unlike the rest of this list, “Matilda” isn’t recent to London by any means. But I realise that there are no British musicals on this list of what to see in London right now, which just seems wrong. Luckily, I’m not just including this to tick off a “British musical” box – “Matilda” is really and truly the best British musical, modern or classic, and I will happily argue with anyone who says otherwise.
This genius adaptation of Roald Dahl’s beloved book proves Tim Minchin as one of the best lyricists in the business right now. While I eagerly wait for his next project, I’m grateful that “Matilda” is still playing in the West End since it features the only truly great, complex original score that we’ve seen here in far too long. And not only is the score beautiful, affecting, and funny, the book is one of the best of modern musicals, in a time where musical book-writing as an art seems to be given less and less respect. Although it’s ostensibly a show for children (a little girl I once sat next to had an accident, bless her), Dennis Kelly’s intricate, eloquent book and Minchin’s beyond clever lyrics ensure that even adults will need to pay attention and, like the show’s heroine, use their smarts.
As for those big newsworthy shows coming later in the year, I suggest you buy your tickets now for the aforementioned “Company” and “Come From Away”, as well as “Hadestown”, Don’t say I didn’t warn you when they all sell out!
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