It Happened in Key West: Nothing but Potential for this Weird AF Romantic Comedyby Randi / August 30, 2018
It’s Theatre Thursday! Today we are talking about “Home, I’m Darling”, which ended its run on September 5 at London’s Dorfman Theatre.
In the opening scene of the wonderful new play “Home, I’m Darling”, you’re quickly transported to the 1950s, watching a “terribly happy”, no, “appallingly happy!” husband and wife go through their morning routine: the full-skirted wife in her brightly colored period-perfect kitchen dotes on her husband and serves him his perfectly toasted toast, his perfectly made tea, before bidding him farewell as he gathers his hat and briefcase and sets off for the office. It’s all very first-half-of-‘Pleasantville’, until the wife slumps into her chair and pulls out a silver MacBook from a drawer. With that flawless introduction, we know we have this couple not in the ‘50s, but living today, among us, who are actively choosing to live like they are stuck in the past. Why they would do this and how happy they could really be are the first questions that spring to mind, of many, and this play does a marvelous job of answering them.
In the opening scene of the wonderful new play “Home, I’m Darling”, you’re quickly transported to the 1950s, watching a “terribly happy”, no, “appallingly happy!” husband and wife go through their morning routine: the full-skirted wife in her brightly colored period-perfect kitchen dotes on her husband and serves him his perfectly toasted toast, his perfectly made tea, before bidding him farewell as he gathers his hat and briefcase and sets off for the office. It’s all very first-half-of-‘Pleasantville’, until the wife slumps into her chair and pulls out a silver MacBook from a drawer. With that flawless introduction, we know we have this couple not in the ‘50s, but living today, among us, who are actively choosing to live like they are stuck in the past. Why they would do this and how happy they could really be are the first questions that spring to mind, of many, and this play does a marvelous job of answering them.
With Laura Wade’s compelling script, tight and well edited yet large in scope, “Home, I’m Darling” seems like it will be a straightforward look at gender roles and whether feminism really does encompass the choice to be subordinate, but it develops into a complex deep-dive into what makes a marriage successful. When we meet Judy and Johnny, they’ve been doing this 1950s experiment for 3 years, after Judy was made redundant at her high-powered finance job (which we see in a truly great use of flexible and creative direction). Since the two of them love ‘50s fashion and old-timey cars, Judy suggests that they go all-in and she becomes a stereotypical ‘50s housewife, doing housework (with only era-appropriate appliances and cleaning methods, which she learns from her ‘bible’, a 1949 instruction book for housewives) and cooking (meat and potatoes and other suitably ‘50s meals) and baking up a storm and bringing her husband his slippers and a cocktail every day when he gets home from work. They turn their house and every aspect of their marriage into a flashback, not realizing that moving back in time will prevent them from growing together in their marriage.
Since the play is written and directed by women, I assumed like any good feminist that the woman would get sick and tired of being subordinate. But the situation’s a lot more nuanced than that. It unexpectedly becomes a stark look at the futility of trying to capture ‘the good old days’ when it’s really a means of hiding from your own problems. I was surprised that Johnny (Richard Harrington), waited on hand and foot, would ever get tired of the arrangement, assuming that it would be a dream for him and most men. But of course he did, because both people in a relationship have to take care of each other, and anything too one-sided is going to fail. Johnny also starts to lose respect for his wife, and a self-conscious embarrassment when outsiders see how they live soon takes over.
And Judy, who seems at first to be a straightforward housewife with some self-esteem issues, is much more complex too. Played by a fantastic Katherine Parkinson, Judy desperately clings to this lifestyle, even when faced with how many problems it’s causing, because it’s her way of feeling safe against the outside world. I was struck by Katherine’s too-calm tone in her delivery, like she was deliberately avoiding causing any kind of stir to upset not only her husband but the fragile world they created. When she finally confronts why she would want to live like this, Judy admits that she feels like when you’d be sick from school for a week, missing crucial lessons and feeling a little lost on those topics from that point forward, terrified that there will be a question on the exam about that. “That’s how I feel about the world”, she says. This bubble she wanted to create was the ultimate safe space for her, and if it doesn’t work, then she’ll have to deal with her own issues.
Including the backstory of Judy’s unconventional upbringing, which influenced her worldview as well, could have felt forced but instead it seemed earnest. Raised by an uber-feminist mother (a really fun Sian Thomas, in a role that could have easily been annoying but instead was cathartic) on a commune, Judy always felt a yearning for a traditional family life. Her mother, horrified by her daughter’s decision to live this way, is the only voice of reason, continually admonishing Judy and reminding her of how silly it all is with great lines like, “You can’t be nostalgic for the ‘50s – you weren’t there!” But rather than nostalgia, it’s more a dream of an escape, an avoidance of the real world, and she has transformed her feeling of being ill-equipped to handle the real world into a decision to stay safe and secure in this way.
Plenty of time is spent looking into their relationship with their best friends and into Johnny’s work life, which lets us see the fully formed universe of this story. Johnny’s deteriorating performance at work is linked to his unhappiness at home, as is his seemingly desperate and superficial attraction to his new young boss, something modern to tell himself he wants instead of dealing with problems. Their friends Fran and Marcus enjoy dressing up in period clothes sometimes and joining Judy and Johnny at something called Jivestock, an annual weekend event that sounds like my absolute nightmare. But their reticence to commit to playing unnatural parts feels like a personal injury to Judy, like yet another little poke at her bubble threatening to force her into an unwanted reckoning. When the man friend is in trouble at work for sexual harassment, it’s unclear whether Judy’s inclination to immediate side with him (against the more-and-more obviously right victim) is a result of her role-playing warping her brain or something she actually believes in, and the haze around this side plot is brilliantly formed.
Also brilliantly formed is the set, and honestly even if you weren’t into the story, you could happily spent the 2 ½ hours examining all the details of the two-story house they built. Each room was a different bright color with period-perfect décor, down to the pineapple-shaped ice bucket on their chic mid-century modern bar. Same for Judy’s gorgeous costumes, although the rest of the costumes left me cold. And I’ve never, ever seen any play that has such elaborate prop work, most of it food. SO MUCH FOOD! They eat breakfast, she makes his lunch, they eat dinner, she bakes, she cooks for guests, they eat dinner again – I can’t remember one 10 second snippet of this play that didn’t have food or cocktails involved. Honestly I don’t know how the actors or the crew keep track of all of that (and I hope they don’t waste all of it).
Aside from the scene breaks, in which two actors would dance to ‘50s music while the scene changed (it was hella awkward when they aren’t professional dancers), there’s not much I would change about this play. Although it seems like a straightforward story, the complicated issues of our protagonists are unexpected and profound, and the show reveals a lot more about the modern world and relationships than you’d think from the candy-colored look of it all.
INFORMATION
Yeah so I didn’t know I was seeing it on the last day! I am really hoping for a transfer of some sort because it deserves a longer run in a bigger theatre, especially to get more use out of that set!
I bought a Friday rush ticket (the National Theatre offers rush tickets for the following week’s performances across its theatres at noon every Friday) for 24 pounddollars, for a restricted view seat. My seat, P58, was on the stage right side of the mezzanine, which I really liked for one reason (the stage and stalls are actually below ground so my mezz seat was ground level (I don’t like being underground)) and disliked for most others (it was really restricted). There’s a big bar like RIGHT THERE so I had to do a lot of leaning over to see the living room at stage right. Even P59 would be a better option, even though it’s a more extreme angle, because the bar isn’t there. Just so you know for Dorfman bookings.
As is expected at every London play I see, the audience (and mostly the older men) laughed at WEIRD times. Like, when the friend admits that he’s on leave from work because he was inappropriate with his secretary, the old men in the audience LAUGHED. I imagine they were laughing in remembered commiseration like ‘ho boy do I know what that’s like!’ man alive.
Since the play is written and directed by women, I assumed like any good feminist that the woman would get sick and tired of being subordinate. But the situation’s a lot more nuanced than that. It unexpectedly becomes a stark look at the futility of trying to capture ‘the good old days’ when it’s really a means of hiding from your own problems. I was surprised that Johnny (Richard Harrington), waited on hand and foot, would ever get tired of the arrangement, assuming that it would be a dream for him and most men. But of course he did, because both people in a relationship have to take care of each other, and anything too one-sided is going to fail. Johnny also starts to lose respect for his wife, and a self-conscious embarrassment when outsiders see how they live soon takes over.
And Judy, who seems at first to be a straightforward housewife with some self-esteem issues, is much more complex too. Played by a fantastic Katherine Parkinson, Judy desperately clings to this lifestyle, even when faced with how many problems it’s causing, because it’s her way of feeling safe against the outside world. I was struck by Katherine’s too-calm tone in her delivery, like she was deliberately avoiding causing any kind of stir to upset not only her husband but the fragile world they created. When she finally confronts why she would want to live like this, Judy admits that she feels like when you’d be sick from school for a week, missing crucial lessons and feeling a little lost on those topics from that point forward, terrified that there will be a question on the exam about that. “That’s how I feel about the world”, she says. This bubble she wanted to create was the ultimate safe space for her, and if it doesn’t work, then she’ll have to deal with her own issues.
Including the backstory of Judy’s unconventional upbringing, which influenced her worldview as well, could have felt forced but instead it seemed earnest. Raised by an uber-feminist mother (a really fun Sian Thomas, in a role that could have easily been annoying but instead was cathartic) on a commune, Judy always felt a yearning for a traditional family life. Her mother, horrified by her daughter’s decision to live this way, is the only voice of reason, continually admonishing Judy and reminding her of how silly it all is with great lines like, “You can’t be nostalgic for the ‘50s – you weren’t there!” But rather than nostalgia, it’s more a dream of an escape, an avoidance of the real world, and she has transformed her feeling of being ill-equipped to handle the real world into a decision to stay safe and secure in this way.
Plenty of time is spent looking into their relationship with their best friends and into Johnny’s work life, which lets us see the fully formed universe of this story. Johnny’s deteriorating performance at work is linked to his unhappiness at home, as is his seemingly desperate and superficial attraction to his new young boss, something modern to tell himself he wants instead of dealing with problems. Their friends Fran and Marcus enjoy dressing up in period clothes sometimes and joining Judy and Johnny at something called Jivestock, an annual weekend event that sounds like my absolute nightmare. But their reticence to commit to playing unnatural parts feels like a personal injury to Judy, like yet another little poke at her bubble threatening to force her into an unwanted reckoning. When the man friend is in trouble at work for sexual harassment, it’s unclear whether Judy’s inclination to immediate side with him (against the more-and-more obviously right victim) is a result of her role-playing warping her brain or something she actually believes in, and the haze around this side plot is brilliantly formed.
Also brilliantly formed is the set, and honestly even if you weren’t into the story, you could happily spent the 2 ½ hours examining all the details of the two-story house they built. Each room was a different bright color with period-perfect décor, down to the pineapple-shaped ice bucket on their chic mid-century modern bar. Same for Judy’s gorgeous costumes, although the rest of the costumes left me cold. And I’ve never, ever seen any play that has such elaborate prop work, most of it food. SO MUCH FOOD! They eat breakfast, she makes his lunch, they eat dinner, she bakes, she cooks for guests, they eat dinner again – I can’t remember one 10 second snippet of this play that didn’t have food or cocktails involved. Honestly I don’t know how the actors or the crew keep track of all of that (and I hope they don’t waste all of it).
Aside from the scene breaks, in which two actors would dance to ‘50s music while the scene changed (it was hella awkward when they aren’t professional dancers), there’s not much I would change about this play. Although it seems like a straightforward story, the complicated issues of our protagonists are unexpected and profound, and the show reveals a lot more about the modern world and relationships than you’d think from the candy-colored look of it all.
INFORMATION
Yeah so I didn’t know I was seeing it on the last day! I am really hoping for a transfer of some sort because it deserves a longer run in a bigger theatre, especially to get more use out of that set!
I bought a Friday rush ticket (the National Theatre offers rush tickets for the following week’s performances across its theatres at noon every Friday) for 24 pounddollars, for a restricted view seat. My seat, P58, was on the stage right side of the mezzanine, which I really liked for one reason (the stage and stalls are actually below ground so my mezz seat was ground level (I don’t like being underground)) and disliked for most others (it was really restricted). There’s a big bar like RIGHT THERE so I had to do a lot of leaning over to see the living room at stage right. Even P59 would be a better option, even though it’s a more extreme angle, because the bar isn’t there. Just so you know for Dorfman bookings.
As is expected at every London play I see, the audience (and mostly the older men) laughed at WEIRD times. Like, when the friend admits that he’s on leave from work because he was inappropriate with his secretary, the old men in the audience LAUGHED. I imagine they were laughing in remembered commiseration like ‘ho boy do I know what that’s like!’ man alive.
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Hadestown at London’s National Theatre: A Riveting Epic of Love, Death…and Capitalism
It’s Theatre Thursday! And it’s Thanksgiving, so today we are talking about a show I’m thankful for, quite possibly my favorite show right now, Hadestown.
As with our recently reviewed Twelfth Night, I’ve been waiting a while to see what everyone in New York has been raving about regarding this modernish musical retelling of the Orpheus and Eurydice myth. People said that if Hadestown had opened on Broadway last season, it would have beaten The Band’s Visit for the Tony, and I was like ‘Umm Kulthum is that possible?’ Turns out, much as I stan TBV, yes, it’s true. Hadestown is one of the greatest shows in years and years, and is destined a classic that will never cease to amaze.
It’s such a great concept. I’m a huge mythology buff, and I still remember the words to the title song from our fifth grade mythology play “It’s All Greek To Me” (forking excellent title, right?). My favorite line was “Zeus was their king and Hera was their queen/sometimes they were wonderful sometimes they were mean.” So true guys. And one of my many roles (I was a child star) in that play was Persephone’s best friend, so her myth has always been special for me. Combining the familiar mythology with an original score (and some mythological bendabouting), Hadestown seems pretty brilliant on paper, and turns out it’s extremely brilliant in real life. It’s the only musical in London producing such thrilling theatrical magic onstage that feels incredibly new and fresh, all while being not only an interesting take on a classic romance but also an allegory of capitalism vs. socialism. I KNOW.
Before we get to the show, I need to share a little glimpse into my brain. A few weeks before our performance, Husbo P asked what it was about. And I said “Oh it’s like a retelling of Orpheus and Eurydice with all original music by Anais Nin!” Husbo P, being a man of knowledge, said, “Um, that can’t be right”, and I, being a woman of nonsense brain, said in an impression of Yente from Fiddler, “Right? Of course right!” and Husbo said, “Anais Nin has been dead for decades. Is it old music? Did she even write music?” and I, being stubborn, said “Well of course she wrote music because she wrote this!” and Husbo said “Well still, I think she died in the ‘70s…” and I said “Well this was written fairly recently.”
Reader, Anais Nin, a French-Cuban-American writer, indeed died in 1977. I meant Anais Mitchell.
So, with an original, enthralling score by Anais Mitchell, Hadestown tells of how Orpheus and Eurydice, two poor dreamers trying to make their way in this world (or maybe just find food), fall in love but get swept into the orbit of Hades, the god of the Underworld. They attempt to solve the age-old struggle of tragic love stories: the strength of love against the power of death. Okay that might be a direct quote from Once on This Island but it works here, except instead of just the power of death, O&E are also testing love’s strength against the god of death. Okay that’s in Once on This Island too. (Hey, as Hermes sings in the beginning, “it’s an old song, but we’re gonna sing it again.”) Well they mainly test love against doubt in that love, which here is even more insidious and devastating than death.
Our lovers meet in a café that could have begun La Boheme (too early for Rent). The vibe of the opening music is very jazzy, like old-fashioned steampunk-as-portrayed-in-the-Bad-Place with Hermes singing how “on the road to hell, there was a railroad line”. The buzz in the room is undeniable, the excitement created by this jazz-age throwback. It sets a fun and intriguing tone for the show, which rarely has a low point or misstep in score, book, direction, anything. Todd Sickafoose’s orchestrations are wonderful too. Okay I don’t really know too much about orchestrating but I needed to mention that last name because it’s how I imagine Samuel L. Jackson yelling on a plane if there were too many fools onboard. (I’M SICK A THESE MUHFU**ING FOOS ON THIS MUHFU**ING PLANE I’M SICKAFOOSE /end scene.)
As for that direction, as helmed by Rachel Chavkin, who staged my beloved Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 on Broadway, Hadestown comes alive with great use of the space. I loved the efficient, effective use of the turntables and especially what’s in the middle of them. And at a few moments, Chavkin’s genius shines through with actually jaw-dropping brilliance, most notably during Hades’s powerful song “Why We Build a Wall”. The staging and sound mixing at this moment was the high point of the production. This is where Chavkin’s command of space, as we saw in Great Comet, shone the brightest (along with the bright lights). It’s a spellbinding performance of a riveting and relevant song. I couldn’t blink during this song, since it was the kind of theatrical magic you hope to experience a few times in your theatre-going career. The song, despite being written in 2010, feels like a direct response to the current political climate. The incredible staging of that scene was, to quote the Great Comet, “really beyond anything.”
Really, the whole show feels like a response to daily politics, and it’s continually surprising that it wasn’t written in the past week. Hadestown uses the well-known Orpheus tale and all the stories that swirl around Hades to weave a political allegory representing the evils of capitalism and the potential of socialism. It’s a remarkable thing to discern the layers in this musical, and realize it’s so much more than a retelling of a familiar love story. While it’s standard for theatre to respond to the politics of its age, it’s rare for a show to do so actually well, and while maintaining pure brilliance and beauty.
The material would stand with anyone, but this cast is truly off the charts flawless. As Orpheus, Reeve Carney (best known for not dying in Broadway’s Spider-Man) is ideal as the skinny white emo boy who thinks everything could be solved with one great love song (*cough* Roger from Rent *cough* (except unlike Roger’s “Your Eyes”, Orpheus’s love songs are actually good (good, they are insanely great))). Some people might say his voice is the weakest, but it’s like a reed, it’s thin but deceptively strong. He’s so well cast, and he deserves credit for carrying the show. No one has even close to his amount of stage time. As Eurydice, Eva Noblezada (who blew us away a few years ago as the newest Miss Saigon) is adorable and winning, although I wish her impressive voice got a song that actually showed it off to its full extent more that just the last bit of Wait for Me II (although, admittedly, holy crap, it’s my favorite 20 seconds in modern musical history). Patrick Page (also didn’t die in Spider-Man yayyy), with his truly otherworldly voice, seemingly coming from depths not of this earth, is the perfect Hades. Especially during “Hey Little Songbird”, his incredibly deep bass makes the predatory tinge of this song even more disturbing and upsetting. You can feel the lowest notes of his range in your soul, shattering any sense of calm you might have.
My favorite performances come from Amber Gray as Persephone and Andre de Shields as Hermes. Gray, with that unique raspy voice that somehow becomes clear and strong whenever she needs it to be, is a surprising Persephone, strong and opinionated after a long life spent between two worlds. We meet her at a point in her story much later than anyone has seen before. She brings down the house with her Act II opener “Our Lady of the Underground”, which will make you wish this show was running in rep with a one-woman show about Persephone.
But the coolest cat on that stage is legendary Andre de Shields (also known as the original Wiz) as Hermes, gallivanting between the mortal and divine realms as only Hermes can. And as only Andre can, he commands the stage with his joyful movement, his soulful singing, and his ability to command your attention even when he’s in the background.
The cast also includes a spectacular ensemble. Chavkin’s Great Comet cast raised the bar for diversity on stage, and here she is again doing what she does best: challenging the rest of the theatre world to do better. And it’s not just an issue of diversity in ethnicities – her shows are also the only ones to have diversity in body types, something that truly should be commended yet is rarely talked about.
This is the first show in a while that I can’t wait to see again. It’s emotionally exhausting to watch (I can’t imagine how it is to perform) but in a great way. You know I hate not having anything to complain about but this show is extraordinary. It is by far one of the most compelling and gorgeous scores in modern musical history. A heartbreaking work of staggering genius, really.
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Hadestown is playing at the National Theatre’s Olivier Theatre until January 26, after which I hope it will be transferring to Broadway, where it is sorely needed.
Seating: The Olivier theatre is a big ol’ barn but there aren’t really any bad seats. It’s a huge semi-circle around the stage, so it feels like there are three sides of the stage to sit on. I chose the extreme stage right aisle in the stalls and it was a perfect view, but there are really bright lights that shine directly into your eyeline in the first 10 or so rows, so that sucked. Go farther up or more into the middle (which blows if you like aisles).
Stage door: All the leads came out and signed and took pictures except for Amber Gray (sob), who I believe does not ever stage door. Andre de Shields was the coolest, nicest person to ever talk to and it was honestly an honor.
Oh I do have a complaint: The show art pictured at the top is GORGE, yet the programmes (which you pay for here) are super boring black and white, just with the title printed and nothing else. I demand a sad-rose programme.
Hamilton in London: I Have Criticisms But They Don’t Matter, It’s Hamilton and It’s Amazing
It’s Theatre Thursday y’all! Today we are talking about Hamilton: An American Musical now at London’s Victoria Palace Theatre until probably the end of time!
BUM BUM BA DA BUM BUM BUM OO-OO-OOH. Hamilton may not have an overture, as few modern shows do, but you really can’t beat those opening notes for getting your blood pumping and your excitement levels through the roof. I was pretty calm in the weeks leading up to seeing the new London production of Hammertime. Maybe because we bought our tickets literally a year ago so my excitement waned after the first few months; maybe I couldn’t be excited because I was too nervous that the delay in opening (our tickets were now the week of opening instead of weeks after it) was due to quality concerns and not just because the theatre refurbishment wasn’t ready; maybe it’s because I saw the original cast and didn’t have high hopes for how London would measure up or maybe I was just worried that British accents would seep through. (American accents are notoriously bad here. I feel probably how british people feel watching Broadway actors do british accents.) Regardless of the reason, I was trying to be chill aquafaba and not get my hopes up too much. It’s just another show, right? But those opening notes, man alive, I DARE you to try to stay calm when they thump through. It’s impossible and I immediately smiled the biggest smile I ever have smiled and let myself be as excited as I ought to have been. It’s not just another show; we all know that by now. It had the fastest transfer to the West End ever (and had two tours start in the meantime) for a reason. It is the best, and no matter what issues this production has, it’s still the best thing over here.
The energy in that audience was palpable, with everyone on the edge of their seats, ready to be enraptured and just so ready. I have never felt that level of energy buzzing in an audience before. It’s obvious that almost everyone in there had been listening to the original cast album for years now and was so pumped to hear the incredible music live. So that was an amazing thing to witness and feel and then those openings notes, hot damn, I was so in. And then right away, I was able to take a deep breath and relax my nerves a little, because two very important things happened. One, despite that insanely high energy level, this audience stopped their chatter and cheering when the music began (I really feared that the fame of Hamilton would bring ‘last-performance-of-a-show’ levels of rude cheering) AND they didn’t cheer when Alexander Hamilton makes his entrance or let said whoops and hollers deafen the rest of his lines. That was the one super annoying thing that always happened on Broadway when composer/genius Lin-Manuel Miranda played the title character: Every time Burr said “what’s your name man” and Lin came out for the first time and said “Alexander Hamilton”, the audience would go nuts and I would Hulk out and scream DO YOU MIND but no one could hear me over all the cheering. (I will never in my life understand why people pay money to see shows or concerts and then prefer to hear their own voices over the people they came to see.) So I was nervous that that would happen here, but I guess that happened in New York because it was Lin, the hometown hero, acting in the incredible thing he wrote, so it was like in recognition of how amazing the musical was and how amazing it was to see the composer acting in it. I didn’t get to see Javier Munoz in the role so I don’t know if it happened on Broadway for him too, but I am pretty secure in guessing that that cheering was for seeing the composer perform his own work, as that’s pretty incredible and rare. (Hilariously, the only other times I can think of that happening all happened at once, history-wise: Sara Bareilles in Waitress and Dave Malloy in The Great Comet.) Oh for sure this audience whooped and cheered like crazy, crazier than I’ve ever heard in London, and after every single song, which is unheard of. But it always waited until the last note of the song was finished. Thank god for british restraint.
The second important thing that let me unhunch my shoulders just a tad was that Giles Terera, as Aaron Burr, made clear right off the bat that he has the best enunciation I ever heard. It’s so clear and perfect without sounding forced and without sacrificing any of the musicality. I worried before about whether the 2 or 3 people who don’t know all the words would be able to follow what’s going on, but luckily Giles’s impeccable diction made his rapping as clear as day. True, it also helps that many parts of the show are an almost-unobservable touch slower than they are in the USA, but while this sucks, it’s not a huge deal if it helps the slower british brains stay with it. (Get it that’s a joke because they’re brains aren’t slower so like wtf (that’s a why not a what) is this necessary?)
The second important thing that let me unhunch my shoulders just a tad was that Giles Terera, as Aaron Burr, made clear right off the bat that he has the best enunciation I ever heard. It’s so clear and perfect without sounding forced and without sacrificing any of the musicality. I worried before about whether the 2 or 3 people who don’t know all the words would be able to follow what’s going on, but luckily Giles’s impeccable diction made his rapping as clear as day. True, it also helps that many parts of the show are an almost-unobservable touch slower than they are in the USA, but while this sucks, it’s not a huge deal if it helps the slower british brains stay with it. (Get it that’s a joke because they’re brains aren’t slower so like wtf (that’s a why not a what) is this necessary?)
Speaking of British brains, one of the most enjoyable aspects of this production was simply noticing what parts got more laughs, or less response, than lines in New York. Like, even though everyone absolutely adores King George, the audience responded even more to the line “When you’re gone, I’ll go mad” because they were like “oh how positively brillliant, he does indeed go mad! huhhah!” And there was a definite murmur of recognition when Alexander sings “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day”, because everyone in England knows every line of Shakespeare, apparently, and they did NOT need for him to clarify in the next line that he was talking about Macbeth. These people knew.
So anyway, back to the start, we know that Burr is going to be fantastic from the start, or at least we know he will be understandable. What about the rest? The meeting of the three friends – Hercules Mulligan, Lafayette, and John Laurens – is one of my favorite parts, and all three were pretty strong in that first scene. As John Laurens, Cleve September (I know it’s like a Tori Amos or Fiona Apple song, an erma name) looks scarily similar to the original cast’s Anthony Ramos, and I really don’t think that’s just me being racist. He really gave off the same vibe and had such a similar face that I was like yesss this is good. He did a great job as Laurens and then in the second act as Phillip. As usual, the sight of a grown ass man playing a nine-year-old boy was lovably hysterical as always, and then of course heartbreaking. He was solid the whole show. As for the second and most joyful member of the gang, Lafayette had to go in a completely different direction from the og cast, and rightly so, because no one can ever touch Daveed Diggs. He was the breakout star from the show and created such an iconic performance that to try to emulate it would be foolish. Instead, Jason Pennycooke gave Lafayette a whole new vibe. First of all I think he is half the size of Daveed, which gives him a little bit of an impish spirit, which worked. He uses his size well and creates this mischievous sort of rascal in both Lafayette and Jefferson (of course in different ways). His French accent was great, probably because all British people can speak French, and his physicality added a lot of fun to the portrayal. It helps that he is a professional choreographer too, so he can really effectively use movement to his advantage. His “What’d I Miss” was hilarious, mostly because of his hysterical dancing, even if I didn’t really buy his Jefferson as the villain. Not that he’s the villain, but he’s put forward as such so we can love Alexander. Here, it was much clearer that Alexander was ruining stuff for himself.
As for Hercules Mulligan (the part I would be the best at except for I’m a white and a girl), this brings up the thing that makes me maddest about this production, the theatre, whatever cotton-headed ninny muggins are running this thing up in here. I am furious. Hercules and Madison are played by Tarinn Callender, who I’m looking at in the programme and this isn’t the guy we saw. At our performance, Hercules/Madison was played by Aaron Lee Lambert. Now, yeah, I didn’t know he was the understudy, he was great. Lambert really was a fantastic Mulligan and aside from resembling the actor playing George Washington a little too much, which caused confusion, I was fully on board with him. So I’m angry (furious, really) because nowhere in the entire theatre was any mention of Lambert made. On Broadway, you have to announce an understudy in two of three ways: by a slip in the playbill, by a posting at the box office/entrance of the theatre, and/or by making an announcement after the lights go down. There was nothing here – no slips in anyone’s programmes, no announcement made, no sign or posting of any sort anywhere in the theatre. Do you know how I found out? From Lambert’s personal twitter account. The show’s official twitter didn’t even say anything! This is not okay, guys. This is unacceptable for a professional theatre production. This guy did an amazing job, and yet he doesn’t get to have anyone in the audience recognize his efforts? Not even know or hear his name? Understudies deserve acclaim too! It’s so unfair to him to not have anyone even know that it was him up there. At least Kathy Seldon was going to get a line in the credits! I asked the show’s twitter about it but they didn’t respond because they are too busy being terrible.
At least that is the fault of minor players, people running the theatre or box office and doing a shit job of it. At least the production itself is wonderful and, apparently, their bench runs deep.
Now where was I. Oh okay, we met the boys, next we meet the girls – the Schuyler Sisters! I heard the (super annoying) girls behind me go ‘this one is my favorite!!!’ and although I wished ill upon them for talking, they were right. This number is super fun, even if the talent feels the slightest bit less exciting than you hope. My favorite part was seriously Christine Allado’s “and Peggy”, because even with that one-second line, she made it her own and she made it funny. Rachel John’s Angelica was pretty strong, but there was a spark missing. And Rachelle Ann Go’s Eliza was the weakest part of the production for me. She’s an incredible vocalist but her enunciation was the exact opposite of Giles’s, and her energy just seemed weirdly off. This song should be pure thrilling fun and it was just like normal levels of fun.
So yeah, I am really nitpicking here, because to most people everything here would look absolutely perfect. And it was one of the best productions I’ve seen in London. But when you can cast anyone in the entire world for these roles, I expect them to be the best in the world. Luckily, things were looking up in Duloc with the introduction of Michael Jibson and Obioma Ugoala. Jibson came on as King George III, and the audience was in stitches from the moment he took his first step. I usually consider George’s three songs very funny, but more like palate cleansers, to take a breath before the next incredible song comes up. But in this production, his songs were a highlight. Equally so for Ugoala’s George Washington (I guess the Georges were the standouts in this show!). Because of Daveed Diggs and how perfect his casting was, usually Lafayette/Jefferson outshines the rest of the supporting men. But here, I thought Washington prevailed as the most impressive supporting male character. Against all odds, I would award him the supporting actor Olivier for his work here. It’s not that he’s better than Chris Jackson, or that his voice is as great (it is great though), it’s that the whole dynamic of the group is changed here, so that Washington is the one who stood out. At least to me. His gravelly voice has this imposing, commanding essence to it that Washington needs to establish his dominance over the others, and it worked so well. Yay for greatness!
So you’re probably like hellooooo what’s this show called, you haven’t even talked about Alexander yet! I know. Jamael Westman was very strong as Ham, but I’m still conflicted. His first big moment centers around how he’s ‘young, scrappy, and hungry’, but Jamael’s Alexander didn’t seem that at all. He seemed very decisive, very mature, contained, sure of himself. It was a completely different take (which you really have to do when originating the role in a new production) and definitely valid, but I don’t know if it was my favorite move. The sparkle wasn’t there, the drive to do anything to be successful and to work as hard as possible, the tendency to make enemies sometimes. The scrappiness. Instead, it seemed like he didn’t even have to try, that his intelligence just came to him, that his endless words poured out of him without any effort. I’m sure that’s a compelling take for some, but I missed that roguish spirit, the one driven by impulse and guts. The one that made it more believable that he had a deep love for Angelica and the one that led to his affair. As for the former, Rachel’s performance of ‘Satisfied’ more than made up for any other issues I had with her performance. Sure I didn’t really see her love for Alexander in the rest of the show, but that number was sheer perfection. As for the latter, Christine did a great job with ‘Say No To This’, but it seemed like a lesser role than it has in the past. I think what wins that song is the money note, and it wasn’t as exhilarating as it should have been.
Another single song that lifted my overall impression of a performer was Rachelle’s ‘Burn’. She didn’t really do it for me, dawg, not for me, in this show but her performance of ‘Burn’ was killer. I wish that intensity and certainty of character was present in other scenes. Honestly, more than anything, this production made me appreciate Phillipa Soo. She did so much to create a full-bodied, completely realized depiction of Eliza, and it made it seem like Eliza was a bigger role than it actually is, which is why she was nominated in the lead actress category instead of featured, like many thought she should have been. It’s because of what she did with the role, elevating it from how it’s written. Rachelle is great, she really is, but Eliza seemed much more like a featured role. Considering how good her ‘Burn’ was, I think she will only improve – as everyone will – the longer they live with these characters. I am super excited to see them in a few months and see how far they go. I know I go on and on about how perfect the original cast was (they were though), but people forget that before Broadway they had at least a full year living with their characters and developing every inch of the portrayals at the Public and in rehearsals between productions. The London cast started previews at like the end of November. That’s less than two months. I really think it’s just because they are still new, and all the kinks will be worked out and all the weaknesses will be gone soon. (Why they didn’t have a longer rehearsal period though is beyond me (it’s not, it’s because they’d make the same extraordinary amounts of money regardless.))
But aside from the people who need more time, the person I’m most excited to see again is Giles as Burr. He really was the best part of this production. His wide-eyed calculating yet decorous nature is based in calm tension, and you are just waiting for that flame to erupt. It happens so slowly and so surely. I think his ‘Wait For It’ will improve with the slow-burning fire of emotion that it needs, but his showstopper ‘The Room Where it Happens’ was incredible. Oh man, I was so in.
I’m not really talking about the actual show because I doubt anyone reading this is unfamiliar with it. Also you can read my first review from a few years ago here, which talks more about the actual story and score. But there were three changes to the libretto, at least three that I noticed. First, in “Take a Break”, after Eliza says “Angelica tell this man, John Adams spends the summer with his family”, instead of saying “Angelica tell my wife, John Adams doesn’t have a real job anyway”, they changed it to “Angelica tell my wife, vice-president is not a real job anyway.” A minor detail that does make a lot of sense, considering Brits don’t know who John Adams was and so wouldn’t know that his job was vice president and that that’s the job that Alexander is mocking. But when most of the audience knows the words and most have since learned about the parts they didn’t understand, I think it is more jarring than helpful. Similarly with the other two changes: In ‘The Room Where it Happens’, when Madison says “Well I propose the Potomac”, they changed it to a more generic line that I don’t remember exactly but there’s no mention of Potomac. And, at the end, before the duel, Burr said “Then stand, Alexander. Jersey, dawn” instead of “Weehawken, dawn.” Now, with both of these location name changes, they make a ton of sense on paper because Brits don’t know Weehawken or the Potomac. But it’s weird because most people have learned what Weehawken and the Potomac are since listening to the album. After the show, all I heard leaving the building was people with British accents talking about the changes: “did you notice they didn’t see Weekhawken!” and things like that. Overall it’s not a big deal, and it doesn’t really affect anything, but when you have literally the most famous show and score ever, I don’t think catering to the local land’s knowledge is necessary. When I don’t understand things about British history in the many, many such shows to play in the USA, I either look them up afterwards or it just doesn’t matter for my enjoyment of the show, you know?
Obviously these are incredibly minor quibbles. These changes are slight; the cast will improve with time, and the ensemble’s dancing with get tighter. Oh yeah, at times the choreography felt a tiny bit sloppy, but again that’s because of the very short time they’ve been working on this so far. It will get better and tighter, I’m sure. Really, the only thing that I noticed in a slightly negative way that I don’t think can improve, is that the choreography gets too busy in the second act. This has some of my favorite choreography, it really does (especially ‘Yorktown’ and ‘The Room Where it Happens’, but I hate to say that later in the second act, I noticed how busy it remains at all times. It’s like Blanks was operating at 110% every moment and wanted to fill in every second, every nook and cranny with intricate movement. And it’s all gorgeous and intelligent, but sometimes it’s just too much. I never noticed that before.
But it doesn’t matter, nothing I said matters because this is still for sure the best musical, insanely genius with endless great songs where any one of the songs would be any other show’s best song and yet here they all are in one space. This show could be performed by children in a smelly basement and it would still be awesome to watch because the material is so unbelievably strong. I’m being overly critical with this production because that’s all you can criticize, the production, when the material itself is unassailable. And, with all the money in the world behind it, all the power of being the best show in the world attracting the best talent in the world, it should be perfection. It’s not right now, but it’s wonderful and I think very quickly it will progress more and more towards perfection.
INFORMATION
The theatre refurbishment is lovely, if confusing. It’s like a maze and I couldn’t ever remember which bathroom I used but it didn’t matter because there are tons of them. There are two merchandise shops as well, and they have different stuff than in New York! Like a tree ornament! Whee so fun.
I’m not going to let up on their lack of understudy policy so hopefully they will make positive changes in that regard.
STAGE DOOR
It was forking freezing, and they don’t have barricades. People just made a line on the main road, which is crowded because it’s right across from Victoria station! Pretty stupid! They need to get barricades for the fans to stand behind because it’s going to get crazier as the weather gets warmer, and really they need to move it away from the main road because regular people were pushing their way down and they could have endangered our precious actors. A few people came out, which was more than I expected considering it was a matinee and it was so cold, so yay.
