Zorro the Musical: Whole is Greater than the Sum of its Partsby Randi / May 6, 2022The Trump Play: The 47th is so much better than I expected
It’s Theatre Thursday! Today’s show is the new play about Trump, playing at London’s Old Vic.
Considering how violently ill the mere thought of the man makes me/every thinking and feeling person, I feel like I deserve a cookie for agreeing to see a 2 1/2 hour play about Trump. Not just about him, but with an actor imitating him. VOM. He looked like him too! Terrible! But The 47th exceeded my (admittedly basement-level) expectations. It’s incredibly upsetting, but for the right reasons — we’re on the same side recognizing how dangerous he is. A few things are infuriating, but it gets the tone right, and that’s the biggest achievement. Instead of 2 1/2 hours of wanting to scream and scream, I found myself pretty engaged and interested. SHOCK.
Since I’m American, and sane, I’m of the camp that knows that making fun of Trump isn’t funny, since there’s nothing funny about how he has ruined lives, possibly a country, definitely the rule of law. He’s not funny and nothing he did was funny. But Bertie Carvel is funny. And this show can be really funny. The Shakespearean feel of the metered verse its written in gives the mockery of him a gravitas that makes it seem okay. Importantly, the show recognizes how dangerous and evil he is, which is, I wanna say refreshing? Too many people disagree!
The 47th, written by Mike Bartlett, who also wrote King Charles III, depicts the expected Trump resurgence later this year as he attempts to gain a second term. Well, that’s after he sees the crowds pumped for presumptive nominee Ted Cruz (double the vom) (when the actor first came out man alive it looked just like him – mainly because I was sitting really far away and they got the facial hair right, but still, gasp) and in his expected manner DT decides he wants all that love for himself. Of course, the crowds are too eager to prove their allegiance to their hero; no one likes Ted Cruz.
The whole physical aversion to depictions of DT thing gets easier as the play wears on, mostly because Bertie is really so good. Between this and Miss Trunchbull, no one who sees West End theatre would ever know that Bertie Carvel is a normal-looking man. His portrayal is uncanny – the nasal sound, the cadence, the hand gestures, my god the hand gestures. It’s almost torturous since I despise DT so much, and love Bertie so much. TURMOIL.
So much feels too real, and it gets overwhelming at times. The way DT easily incites riots was scarily accurate. Scarily inaccurate: the map of riot hot spots that kept popping up in the Situation Room– LOL at whoever made this map where NOTHING was happening in Philly, New York, California, or Ohio, but 7 different riots were happening in like Wyoming and South Dakota, where 9 people live.
The portrayal of Biden wasn’t great, and the whole interaction between him and DT is left vague on purpose without a good reason. But I enjoyed most of Kamala’s portrayal (save the one line about needing a cookie, awks delivery). I got a little dramotional when Kamala gave her speech to the nation. I wish that could be real after the next election (not before please).
Like in King Charles III, Bartlett gives too much credit to the attractive girl in the mix and depicts them as overly clever evil masterminds playing chess when everyone else is playing checkers — Kate in KC3, Ivanka in this. This pattern kind of feels like he’s bending so far trying to not be misogynistic that it goes full circle and is completely patronizing. I don’t buy for 2 seconds that Ivanka is thinking deeply about anything, let alone taking over the reigns from her disgusting father. Painting her as cunning and eloquent is overly generous to this total c-word. I can say that now because I’m British. I also don’t buy that his troops would switch their allegiance so fully to her as was implied or at least as she expected. They hate women in charge! I much prefer the scenes with her idiot brothers. I’ll never get tired of people making fun of how stupid Eric is, although SNL does it 1000x better.
As for things that bothered me besides realizing how utterly forked the world is: The side plot of the brother and sister on opposite sides of the political spectrum started out weak, because the sister didn’t sound like any Trump supporter out there. She sounded like the New York Times wet dream version of a Trump supporter, one with reasons (although her reasoning of course still didn’t make any sense, and I’d like to see her defend how going out with the rioters to incite violence supports her thesis at all) but I guess that storyline comes around in the end.
The rioter dressed up as the shaman guy from the insurrection shows up way too much. I guess it’s accurate that he’s part of the zeitgeist now but I hated seeing him be immortalized in theatre when he should be rotting in jail.
ALSO — there were some whilsts in there. YET AGAIN, I volunteer as tribute to make sure your shows about e.g. America don’t say e.g. WHILST. mfgd.
Oh and husbo was suuuuper mad that the got the military uniform of the man who was clearly supposed to be Chairman of the Joint Chiefs so very wrong. It was the uniform of like maybe a major or something much much lower than was intended. Speaking of him, there’s no way in hell he would be suggesting an assassination plot just out in front of a couple of civilians, come on!
The most effective and powerful part of the play was how it showed his idiosyncratic power to address and rally and control the masses. And it’s biggest blind spot is suggesting that Ivanka has that same power, LAUGH.
The real best part: his fate at the end. A wonderful image to have burned into my brain, despite the thin hospital gown. So cathartic.
VERDICT: TOO F-ING REAL.
INFORMATION
The refurbishment is finally complete, and it’s pretty nice, although the lobby entryway is still the same so that means cramped.
The cheap seats up in the balcony (I’m sorry, the ‘Bayliss Circle’) are actually pretty great, especially on the sides where there are less gross people breathing on you. The bathroom on the top floor of the building is pretty nice and it never had a bad line, because who is climbing all the way up there? They have an office-style water cooler that is FOOT pedal operated, which I love.
MASK COUNT: 27. None on staff, cooooool.
TIMES: 7:30 ish start, 8:38 Act I ends, 10:06 Act II ends
SURPRISE TREAT: The interval ice cream cart (oh London) has a vegan mint chocolate chip.
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“Company” in London: The Gender-Bent Revival of Sondheim’s Classic that Everyone (Else) is Raving About
It’s Theatre Thursday! Today’s show is ‘Company’ in the West End, playing at the Gielgud Theatre until (at least) December 22.
Not to sound too much like Stefan, but London’s hottest show right now is ‘Company’. It’s got everything: gorgeous sets, impeccable lighting, that IKEA chair everyone has that looks expensive, Patti LuPone, red dresses, untz-untz-untz music, a guy sitting next to you (me) burping up cheese (I almost vomited in front of Patti LuPone), and, most notably, a gender-switched lead character. In this modern revival of Stephen Sondheim’s classic 1970 musical, Bobby, the 35-year-old bachelor who enjoys juggling women and being the envy of his married friends, is now Bobbie, a 35-year-old bachelorette who dates and has lots of married friends and is thinking a bit about what she wants out of life. The buzz around this revival is off the charts, and yet the show itself lacks any sense of life driving it forward.
While ‘Company’ wants us to believe that Bobbie’s having some sort of existential crisis about being single at this age, Bobbie doesn’t seem to be in much need to change her life, because this is now 2018 and it’s not a big deal that a 35-year-old woman, especially in NYC, is single. She seems fine. She dates cute guys, she wears cute dresses, she has a bunch of friends who care enough about her to always invite her over and call her and throw her birthday parties. Who has friends that throw birthday parties anymore?! Her life rocks. So while a female lead is interesting and buzzworthy, the show’s whole main concept now fails as a piece of modern theatre, because the whole ‘erma gerd a 35-year-old person in 2018 is unmarried alert the church elders’ subject matter is so outdated and irrelevant to our lives that despite the truly gorgeous visuals of this production, and the mostly great performances, you’re left thinking, ‘wait but why though?’
Maybe it’s because I am in Bobbie’s demographic, so I have lots of Bobbie-friends in my life who are Living Their Best Life, but I think I found the female characterization of Bobbie less compelling than the male. Stereotypically, women think about marriage and getting to spinster age more than men do, right? Older single men are more socially acceptable than older single women, because yay misogyny. So if this is true, a female Bobbie isn’t anything of note. It’s merely a woman who still has her entire life ahead of her thinking, hmm maybe do want to get married someday. COOL. That’s not exactly the most compelling dramaz. Whereas, with a male Bobby, especially when he’s played with a little coldness towards his romantic conquests, it feels a little more moving to watch him realize that maybe he wants to settle down one day, because it wasn’t expected, and he’s not expected to really care about that. Bobby having an emotional journey is more compelling than Bobbie, well, just staying the same.
And maybe I found the female Bobbie less compelling because it wasn’t acted well. Unfortunately, I saw this show on the night when the lead, Rosalie Craig, was sick, and Jennifer Saayeng, who usually plays Jenny, was on as Bobbie. Saayeng should be commended for getting through the show without any mistakes, but this is a West End professional production, and her performance was sadly not up to standards. She seemed unable to control her breath, which resulted in weak voice, unable to be sustained. It was a shame that Bobbie’s big musical moments – “Marry Me A Little”, “Someone is Waiting”, and of course “Being Alive” – were laborious, tedious, awkward moments that you yearned to be over instead of relishing. It was a big disappointment, and I’m shocked that a production of this caliber doesn’t have a better suited standby for Bobbie. Her acting portrayal left me cold as well, so perhaps Craig does show Bobbie as going on an emotional journey, but Saayeng did not. It’s the fault of the director, Marianne Elliot, for not ensuring that that necessary journey always remains a part of the show no matter who is playing the role, and it’s the fault of the producers for not having a standby or understudy ready to portray it. When I last saw ‘Company’ live, it was the 2006 Broadway revival with Raul Esparza, and his Bobby was one of the most incredible performances I’ve ever seen in my entire life. People say that Bobby/Bobbie doesn’t require a powerhouse vocalist, but hell if hearing Raul blow the roof off the theatre with his definitive ‘Being Alive’ didn’t transform the entire emotional message of that song and subsequently the play as a whole. He actually felt the pressure from his married friends and was grappling with his own desires, whereas in this production, I didn’t notice anyone making Bobbie feel uncomfortable with her status at all. And for good reason – like I said, she seemed to be doing fine. But the whole point of a musical is to show emotion through song, which Bobbie did not do.
Aside from Bobbie, the rest of the characters were mostly great. ‘Company’ is told through a series of vignettes in no apparent chronological order, with returns to Bobbie’s surprise 35th birthday party scattered in here and there and as bookends. The first of Bobbie’s married friends were wonderful – Mel Giedroyc and Gavin Spokes as Sarah and Harry, who are trying to give up their vices and end up fully fighting each other while ‘demonstrating’ jujitsu, which Giedroyc hilariously pronounces like Ross Gellar says ‘karate’. Some of my favorite comic timing in ‘Company’ comes when Joanne enters the fray and sings to the audience “The Little Things You Do Together”, and Patti did exactly what was needed here, hysterically. The scene, which ends with the lovely-sad “Sorry-Grateful”, was as pitch-perfect as the set design was. Jenny and David, the couple who smokes weed with Bobbie and has some truly provocative dialogue, were also great. Jamie Pruden was on as Jenny with Saayeng swung up to Bobbie, and I honestly couldn’t believe that she wasn’t the regular Jenny. She and her husband, played by an affable Richard Henders, seemed perfectly suited to their parts. Lastly, Daisy Maywood and Ashley Campbell as Susan and Peter were great as well, with their interesting portrayal of a couple that is finally happy with each other once they get divorced.
But no one and nothing in the shows beats Bobbie’s gay friends Jamie and Paul. Jonathan Bailey stops the show and steals it with his incredible “Getting Married Today”, which is honestly the best reason to see this show. This is the one gender switch in the production that makes much more sense now. When a woman sings this song, it’s funny but just normal cold feet. With a man singing it, his jab of “Just because we can get married doesn’t mean we should” takes on a much more potent meaning, and his joke about being pregnant is actually funny. The staging is just as good as his performance, down to his leap onto the kitchen counter and the choirgirl disappearing into the fridge. It’s a tour de force and I will bet right now that Bailey wins an Olivier this year for it.
While Richard Fleeshman’s Andy, the idiot flight attendant formerly known as Amy, is fantastic, the other two boyfriends don’t fare as well. Theo (formerly Kathy) barely makes a dent, while PJ (formerly Marta) is so poorly redone as to be kind of maddening. Before, Marta was this cool liberal girl who revels in the city’s diverse wonders, but PJ seems to be just like some skanky Brit who spends all his time doing drugs in clubs. What this production does to “Another Hundred People” is a crime.
And Patti, while always great, didn’t really connect to the character. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t have to – the audience, screaming and cheering for her every single word, no matter what it was, would apparently scream and cheer for her if she said eat my farts instead of her lines. Joanne’s big song “Ladies who Lunch” is set in a modern club with house music thumping, which as you know is my nightmare, and there’s just no way this old lady would be at this club with all these young people dancing. The new book scenes given to Joanne before and after her big song are honestly weird. Whatever they were trying to accomplish by shocking Bobbie with Joanne’s untoward suggestions about sleeping with her husband &c. was not achieved. Instead, you’re left just kind of giving the stage the side-stink-eye like that gif of the little blonde toddler. If I am forced to give it some weight, I guess Joanne was trying to scandalize Bobbie into feeling something at all, and betting that her reaction would be the realization that she wants to settle down, but it felt unnatural and actually bizarre.
Sondheim has said that he hates hearing theories that Bobby was a gay man, because that’s an entirely different issue that the character would be dealing with. Bobby’s story is that of the quintessential straight white man with no real problems, and this is the one case I can think of where the story is best suited to that kind of man. Making him a woman diminishes the potency of his story the same way Sondheim feared making him gay would. And Bobbie doesn’t seem to have a problem here at all. Her friends don’t seem to be pressuring her to settle down as they seem to have in past productions. And you’d think that the gender-switch would bring along a new kind of pressure from the friends and from Bobbie’s own acknowledgement of her aging – the time she has left to have babies. I assumed this production would be all over that with a female Bobbie. But this obvious issue is left strangely unmentioned, the one thing that actually would make a compelling argument for a female lead. So, instead of the story of a cold, insular, lonely man who realizes how badly he wants someone to love him, we see the story of a middle class, mid-30s woman who has lots of friends, a great apartment, an active romantic life, and a birthday cake all to herself. I don’t see a problem.
INFORMATION
‘Company’ is playing at the Gielgud Theatre until December 22, but I am positive that either an extension or a Broadway transfer is coming, given the hugely positive reception it’s getting. Rush tickets are available on TodayTix.
I Can’t Even Deal With: “Garage Sale Mystery” on TV
I can’t really express the fluctuating emotions I am feeling now that I know this exists:
So, this is actually happening
No no don’t touch that…dollhouse furniture?
I’m glad Aunt Becky is working since getting off that soft-core porn from the CW, the 90210 reboot. But did she had to pick the TV movie with the most hilariously awful title and premise in recent history for her comeback?
Hallmark Channel’s new movie, “Garage Sale Mystery”, is already poised to be the network’s greatest achievement this century. It’s about a woman (Lori Loughlin/Rebecca Donaldson/Aunt Becky Katsopolis) who is really good at antiquing and buying other people’s crap when they throw this crap on the front lawns of their houses and expect passersby to pay them money in exchange for said crap, which the passersby then pick up with their hands and carry into their own houses. Or, what we Americans call ‘garage sales’.
Hallmark Channel’s new movie, “Garage Sale Mystery”, is already poised to be the network’s greatest achievement this century. It’s about a woman (Lori Loughlin/Rebecca Donaldson/Aunt Becky Katsopolis) who is really good at antiquing and buying other people’s crap when they throw this crap on the front lawns of their houses and expect passersby to pay them money in exchange for said crap, which the passersby then pick up with their hands and carry into their own houses. Or, what we Americans call ‘garage sales’.
So, Aunt Becky, in her antiquing glory, becomes Detective Aunt Becky when a string of burglaries occur in a neighborhood that really loves the aforementioned good-natured exchange of crap. She somehow puts her skills at buying crap to use in detectiving who the burglar is. This is from the official website’s description of the movie:
“As she gets closer to the truth, Jennifer learns that crime solving can be far more dangerous than any garage sale.”
HAHAH. I mean, it doesn’t really get any better than that. Because we all know garage sales are extreeeemely dangerous. That’s what town curfews are really for – to stop people from the danger of meeting their neighbors and effectively digging through their trash. Gotta protect people’s secrets, you know! I wonder if that’s the message Hallmark has been going for all these years, with their impressive litany of made-for-mockery titles. Maybe all Hallmark movies form one sophisticated case for strengthened privacy laws.
“As she gets closer to the truth, Jennifer learns that crime solving can be far more dangerous than any garage sale.”
HAHAH. I mean, it doesn’t really get any better than that. Because we all know garage sales are extreeeemely dangerous. That’s what town curfews are really for – to stop people from the danger of meeting their neighbors and effectively digging through their trash. Gotta protect people’s secrets, you know! I wonder if that’s the message Hallmark has been going for all these years, with their impressive litany of made-for-mockery titles. Maybe all Hallmark movies form one sophisticated case for strengthened privacy laws.
“As she gets closer to the truth, Jennifer learns that crime solving can be far more dangerous than any garage sale.”
She’s so happy and blurry
It is accurate, I guess. Solving crime can be more dangerous than a garage sale; it’s just not guaranteed to be. We all know garage sales are up there with walking on beds of nails and eating raw produce in Asia. Hiiiighway toooo the danger zone.
Anyway, I cannot wait to see this movie, and I’m sure you feel the same way. I hope it’s good, for Aunt Becky’s sake. Just look at how happy and optimistic she looks at left! But she doesn’t even realize it’s all gonna come crashing down. I have a feeling this film is going to epic. Stay tuned; we are totally going to live-blog this. Oh crap, it’s airing on Yom Kippur. Ok, someone remind me to DVR this anti-Semitic piece of wonderment.
Anyway, I cannot wait to see this movie, and I’m sure you feel the same way. I hope it’s good, for Aunt Becky’s sake. Just look at how happy and optimistic she looks at left! But she doesn’t even realize it’s all gonna come crashing down. I have a feeling this film is going to epic. Stay tuned; we are totally going to live-blog this. Oh crap, it’s airing on Yom Kippur. Ok, someone remind me to DVR this anti-Semitic piece of wonderment.
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You should get a cookie buffet for buying a ticket, I almost declined to read your review bc of the topic. Love that this sounds measured and thoughtful and you didn’t walk out feeling gross. LOL to “whilst.” Also omg Trunchbull. Really appreciate you giving a mask count to your readers!!! Also YESSSS intermission ice cream cart!!!