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Sunday, April 15, 2018

A Grand Slam: Lucia, Luisa, and Three Tall Women

Jessica Pratt as Lucia
Yesterday I went to the matinee performance of Luisa Miller. I expected it to be wonderful, and it was. Everyone had settled into their roles more than at the premiere, and the love of the audience seemed to give the singers an extra jolt of energy. The death scene between Sonya Yoncheva and Piotr Beczala was gripping and Domingo was so heartfelt and still offers a master class in Verdian style that one could forgive the occasional lack of, well, baritonal voice. It was a beautiful afternoon and I'm glad the performance was captured for HD.

Then after it was over I decided to impulsively buy a ticket for the evening's Lucia di Lammermoor. I'd heard good things about the Lucia, Jessica Pratt. And this was alas one of her only two performances this season. It was unlike Luisa Miller a gamble, as I really hadn't heard much of her besides a few Youtube videos. And I think most of the audience was unfamiliar with her too, as the auditorium was depressingly empty for a Saturday night.

But about midway through the performance you could sense a buzz, an excitement, as people seemed to realize they'd stumbled into a great performance. By the Mad Scene the somnolent Met had turned into a screaming, frenzied gladiator's arena. 

Yes, Jessica Pratt is the real thing: an accomplished high lyric-coloratura who knows this score inside and out and can manage most everything the role requires without trouble. Her voice is one of those inverted triangles -- she sounds unremarkable in her middle register. Pleasant, but not memorable. So the very centrally written "Regnava nel silencio" had me thinking, "This is it?" But her upper register is another voice -- brilliant, loud, projects beautifully. In the sextet in that final note her voice was the one that carried over everyone else's. As might be expected her cadenzas were written so her voice could sit in the higher tessitura and she capped her big numbers with blazing money notes that the audience loved -- a high F at the end of her duets with  Raimondo (Vitalij Kowaljow), two long-held E-flats after both "Il dolce suono" and "Spargi d'amoro pianto."  I was sitting in a balcony box and could see the prompter applauding vigorously after "Il dolce suono."

Dramatically she wasn't the most exciting performer. Her approach to the role was more an old-fashioned display of vocal pyrotechnics. But eh, who cares? I'm reminded of this review of another Aussie soprano. A description of Nellie Melba's Lucia:
Melba was in excellent voice last night, and consequently she was heard to the best advantage. It would be easy enough for a genuine actress to make the rôle of Lucia theatrically effective in spite of the hollowness of the pretty music, but no one ever does act it, and consequently the public has come to accept it as a part in which the unaided exhibition of vocal technics is the whole issue. This is a good attitude for Mme. Melba, for she never acts, even when she thinks she does. But she sings admirably, and last night her work was up to its best mark.
There are some vocal imperfections: Pratt's trill is uneven. It's there but effortful. It's not the kind of rustling beauty of, say, Joan Sutherland (another Aussie)!  As mentioned the middle of her voice doesn't make nearly the impact as her upper register. But it was a triumph -- unlike Olga Peretyatko earlier in the season, she can sing this music with panache and style.

Grigolo, photo @ Richard Termine
Her colleagues were ... interesting. Vittorio Grigolo put on a display that would have made the most hardened burlesque performer blush. His voice is a fine instrument -- loud, pingy, with no trouble negotiating the music. However he seems to be singing in another era of opera. The veristic breaks in the musical line, the declamatory style, the overacting, it was ... unique. He made no effort to blend his voice with Pratt's in "Verrano a te." He also decided to interpolate his own mad scenes into the opera. At the end of Act 2 he threw the ring on the floor (expected) but then ran around the stage shoving people and furniture aside before grabbing a sword and attempting suicide several times before his sword was confiscated. He fell in a heap onstage as the curtain fell. In the final scene he lay prostrate on top of the prompter's box for "Tombe degli avi miei" and then at the news of Lucia's death he apparently decided that now was the time to make his debut as Escamillo in Carmen as he took his cape and waved it in front of some imaginary bulls. I don't know what opera he thought he was singing last night. It wasn't Lucia di Lammermoor.

Entire cast at curtain calls
Massimo Cavaletti's (Enrico) career mystifies me. Wobbly, colorless baritone, devoid of any charisma, doesn't act, can't sing the music. And it's not as if there aren't a bevy of baritones who can sing Enrico. Vitalij Kowaljow (Raimondo) was much better. Mario Chang showed much promise in the brief role of Arturo. Roberto Abbado led an exciting performance in the pit, with very few diva indulgences. Loved the glass armonica (expertly played by Frierich Heinrich Klein). In perahaps the nicest moment of the evening Jessica Pratt walked over to the glass armonica player at curtain calls and pointed for the audience to clap for him.

Is Jessica Pratt the next Joan Sutherland? Maybe not, but she is a great Lucia whom I hope to hear a lot more of in the future.

Here are the curtain calls:


Three Tall Women, photo @ Brigitte Lacomb
On Friday night I went "blind" into a Edwin Albee's Three Tall Women. Didn't know anything about it other than it was supposed to be good. And my god. What an amazing theatrical experience.  Jackson and Metcalf tore up the stage in a funny, biting, and ultimately chilling study on life and mortality. Edwin Albee based both "A" (Glenda Jackson), "B" (Laurie Metcalf), and "C" (Alison Pill) on his mother. And in the play as in real life Albee left home at the age of 18 and rarely returned. The reasons for the breakdown of the relationship are vaguer in the play. In real life, his adoptive mother never accepted his sexuality. There's an interesting article about the topic here.

B, A, and C in the first half -- photo @ Sara Krulwich
The first half of the play is more comic: a fiery, flinty, filthy rich 92 year old woman (Jackson) is alternately cajoled and humored by her caretaker (Metcalf). A young lawyer (Pill) is pushing the old lady to sign some legal paperwork. The old woman's ramblings are alternately funny (the long monologue about a bracelet on her husband's "pee pee" had the audience in stitches) and hair-curling (her racism and bigotry so common-place that her caretaker simply shrugs it off). Jackson barely moves from her seat as she recounts the old lady's life with so much unapologetic gusto that the audience loves her, even when she reveals herself to be a horrible person. I'd never seen Jackson onstage before. What an actress! Metcalf is brilliant here in not letting Jackson completely steal the play. Metcalf has less lines but her body language, hand gestures, and facial expressions are as funny as Jackson's monologues. Pill disappears somewhat -- "C" has few lines and Pill can't command the stage the way Jackson and Metcalf can. This talk-fest is cut short as the old woman suffers what seems to be a stroke.

In the second half A, B, and C emerge as the same woman in three different phases of life. C is 26, B is 52, A is 92. I don't want to give too much away but suffice to say the play's tone turns darker as one learns about all the pain, anger and disappointment behind a life that on the surface screamed "white privilege." Director Joe Mantello makes no attempt to make the three actresses act less distinct -- Jackson still speaks in her plummy British accent, Metcalf still exudes the kind of earthy humor that's made her so successful on shows like Roseanne, and Pill is still brittle and juvenile. But that's the brilliance of it -- the differences between the actresses turns the story into a Rashomon as we're never sure if A, B, or C are reliable narrators. The play's final moments are chilling. Glenda Jackson as A and Laurie Metcalf as B absolutely deserve Tony's. This was bar none the best thing I saw on Broadway and off-Broadway this season.

Attending Luisa Miller was quite fun as I got to meet both people I've known online and some pretty famous singers. To Rowna, Sophia, Helmut, and Ellen: so great to finally meet y'all in person! And here's some pictures at the stage door.

My signed program

A great quartet of singers, no?

Friday, April 13, 2018

A Tristan und Isolde Where King Marke Provides the Music-gasms?

Nylund, Kaufmann, Nelsons and Zeppenfeld
The hottest ticket in town this opera season was no doubt the Boston Symphony Orchestra's concert performance of the second act of Tristan und Isolde. By 8:00 Carnegie Hall had turned into several snaking crowds of ticket holders, bathroom visitors, scalpers, all converged into an auditorium that all of a sudden seemed tiny and cramped just because of the sheer volume of people present. The ambience of the audience resembled My Fair Lady's Ascot Gavotte:
Ladies and Gentlemen 
 Ev'ry duke and earl and peer is here 
 Ev'ryone who should be here is here. 
 What a smashing, positively dashing
 Spectacle: the Tristan op'ning night.
The hype was for several reasons: the elusive tenor Jonas Kaufmann was actually fulfilling his engagements (who would have thought I'd see him TWICE this year?), Andris Nelsons is a buzzy, rather hyped conductor, and Wagner ever since Peter Gelb took over has occupied less and less of a place in the Met's repertoire.

So, did the performance live up to the hype? Well, yes and no. For those who wanted a Wagnerian music-gasm where you were just in ecstasy at the intoxicating beauty of it all, those hopes were dashed by Nelsons' conducting. During "O sink' hernieder" he left Jonas Kaufmann (Tristan) and Camilla Nylund (Isolde) do all the heavy lifting as his conducting sunk into a total stupor. Wagner's music actually imitates a sexual encounter that gets more and more frenzied, and ends with an abrupt coitus interruptus when Melot and Marke walk in on the lovers.  Nelsons put on quite a show -- he was vibrating and emoting a bunch from the podium but his actual conducting was sluggish and monotonous. I think he was going for that hypnotic mystical von Karajan sound-scape. With Nelsons none of this came across. He had three modes: slow, slower, and slowest.

The original Tristan and Isolde, the Schnorr von Carolsfelds
The evening's other limiting factor was the pair of lovers. This, by the way, was the first time I ever heard the first half of the duet note complete. The live performances I've attended have made a big cut after Tristan's entrance. Camilla Nylund has one of those voices that's perfect for Elsa, Elisabeth, Eva, maybe Sieglinde? Her voice is a large lyric. She's not a dramatic soprano. When she's not pushing for sound her timbre is quite lovely. Alas Isolde requires more heft than Nylund could provide, so she resorted to some occasional shrieking and the voice turned squally. She's a very musical singer and I'd love to hear more of her. I just don't think Isolde is her role.

Jonas Kaufmann is one of my favorite singers. I don't mind paying through the nose to hear him.  Alas, his voice does not live in these heavy-duty helden-tenor parts. He's a fine Parsifal, Siegmund and Lohengrin, but despite the baritonal timbre the voice is too soft-grained to give Tristan's music its full impact. Because he too is a very musical singer he was always riveting to listen to but you could see the strain in his voice as he pushed for more volume over the huge Wagnerian orchestra. His face turned beet red, the veins of his neck popped out, and he took more and more swigs of water.

The setup for the Liebesnacht was also very awkward. Nylund was on one side of the podium, Kaufmann on the other side, so their acted out "passion" was limited to a few bashful smiles between the two singers. I wonder why they grouped them this way, as there was plenty of room onstage. Both of them were also glued to their music stands. As might be expected Nylund and Kaufmann did better in the "O sink' hernieder" section of the Liebesnacht than the more stentorian "Isolde! Geliebte! Tristan! Geliebter!". They're both lovely singers, and their voices blended beautifully. I just don't see them doing a full-length Tristan (as Kaufmann apparently plans to do). They're not Flagstad and Melchior. With that being said I am very happy I heard them last night.


The veteran mezzo Mihoko Fujimura has a large, plummy mezzo that belies her petite figure. Brangäne's drug-like warning is actually my favorite part of the entire opera, and Fujimora did this gorgeous music justice. (This whole passage shows Wagner's genius: Brangäne is "warning" the lovers but with music so intoxicating it sounds like a siren song. No wonder the lovers don't heed the warning.)

Georg von Zeppenfeld
And then Georg Zeppenfeld showed up as poor cuckolded King Marke and brought the house down. This is actually only the second King Marke I've ever heard live. At the Met I've always heard René Pape. I'd seen Zeppenfeld in several videos but nothing prepared me for what his voice was like live in the flesh. Zeppenfeld's bass has that wall of sound that cut through the orchestra, through the auditorium, through my body. His voice had so much impact I could feel the vibrations in my seat.  And what an interpretation of a monologue that usually has me checking my watch. He exuded so much gravitas and his pain and disappointment was so acute. He got the kind of screaming bravos from an audience that had experienced a true Wagnerian music-gasm. What a VOICE.

And I'd be remiss not to mention Rees as Melot. The best actor of the evening was actually Rees. He was foaming at the mouth at Tristan's betrayal and acting as if this were a fully-staged performance.

At the end of the evening the audience was raucous. Zeppenfeld got a screaming ovation, Fujimora got a warm appreciation, Kaufmann and Nylund got a whole florist shop's worth of bouquets, and despite the imperfections everyone walked out with that kind of excited, drugged feeling that only Tristan can bring.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

A Loverly Revival of My Fair Lady

The cast at curtain calls
About three weeks ago I saw the Lincoln Center Theater's revival of Lerner and Loewe's My Fair Lady. Back then it was in the first week of previews. I saw a lot of promise and potential but it was obvious that the production was still in an embryonic stage. Actors were going up on lines, timing was off, and the pacing was slow and ponderous. The performance read more like a serious play than a classic musical comedy.

Last night I went back. The show is now "frozen" -- the audience last night was made of LCT's patrons. Director Bart Sher was still nervously watching from his seat in the back of the theater and busy peppering people for feedback during intermission and after the show. And while there are still a few weak spots in the production, overall the show is ready to go. The timing is snappy, the jokes are landing, the music is beautiful, and everyone just looked ready for prime time. This is a loverly revival and I expect it will get several Tony nom's and win the Tony for Best Revival.

The Rain in Spain, photo @ Joan Marcus
Bart Sher's production is essentially a conservative, loving tribute to one of musical theater's crowning glories. The Vivian Beaumont Theatre is one of the best-- there's really not a bad seat in the house and there's a sizable pit that allowed for a large orchestra. They played Frederick Loewe's classic score beautifully. Much of the stage business seems based on the original production by Moss Hart and the movie adaptation. Sher didn't reinvent the wheel. The sets by Michael Yeargan are mostly minimalist flats except for the main set which is Higgins' study. That is a big, tall, ornate set that last night malfunctioned and held up the show for a good 10-15 minutes. The costumes by Catherine Zuber were nice if were a bit too fussy for my taste. I longed for Cecil Beaton's famously elegant designs.

Ambrose, photo @ Joan Marcus
Lauren Ambrose (Eliza) has improved in leaps and bounds within weeks. A few weeks ago she was so focused on the singing that her acting was often tentative. Well last night she was funny. Her exaggerated way of pronouncing the "H's" in the Ascot scene and her breathless retelling of her aunt's demise had the audience guffawing. She showed humor, spunk, charm, and strength of character. Ambrose also did something that Audrey Hepburn could not do in the film, and that was to convey Eliza's awkwardness and discomfort as a "duchess at the Embassy Ball." Hepburn disappeared completely into her international accent and designer clothes. Ambrose made it clear that she was still an outsider. And how Ambrose's voice? It's basically a lovely soprano, but is an upside down triangle -- she sang the high notes "I Could Have Danced All Night" with no problems, but songs requiring a medium tessitura sounded weak and breathy. During those moments she has rather weird posture -- hunched over shoulders, bent knees. For songs like "Show Me" the posture went against the confidence Eliza is supposed to project. But overall she gives a very winning portrayal.

Harry Hadden-Patton, photo @ Joan Marcus
Sher hit a jackpot when he cast Harry Hadden-Patton as Henry Higgins. Higgins is a tricky character to play -- his patter-like song-speech was something devised by Frederick Loewe, Alan Jay Lerner and Moss Hart for Rex Harrison. Hadden-Patton kept the quick patter but sang a lot more than Harrison. Hadden-Patton's Higgins is not so much an ill-tempered bully but rather an endearing eccentric. If we were to use modern lingo we might say that his single-minded obsession and disregard for others puts him on the spectrum. He's also funny, good-looking and charismatic, and those qualities offset some of the misogyny and rudeness of Higgins. He got huge laughs for moments both big (his delightfully oblivious songs like "I'm an Ordinary Man" and "Why Can't a Woman") and small (every time he mentioned his love of shopping the audience snickered). His natural British accent was a great goal-post as I noticed inconsistencies in the accents of Ambrose, Norbert Leo Butz, and Jordan Donica. Hadden-Patton also showed much more depth of feeling during "I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face" than Harrison did in the film. His voice cracked with emotion. The audience likes him even when he refers to Eliza as "this squashed cabbage leaf."

Get Me to the Church, photo @ Joan Marcus
Norbert Leo Butz as Doolittle also made major improvements. Doolittle when done right is one of the funniest characters in musical theater. But Butz in early previews let one joke after another get away with his mumbly diction and surprisingly dour disposition. All of this is gone. He was projecting his lines much better, and with better timing so the laughs came easily. He also apparently took some dancing lessons because he danced a lot more in "Get Me to the Church." I'm still super-attached to Stanley Holloway's incredible portrayal but Butz was a fun Doolittle.

Jordan Donica, photo @ Joan Marcus
The weaker link was Jordan Donica's Freddy. Donica's voice is fine, and he looks cute. His portrayal however is stiff as a board and rather cold. His timing is also off -- during the Ascot scene he didn't get the cue to "snigger" at Eliza's "small talk" at the right time. Freddy is supposed to be a big sap, but Donica's mannerisms are more like Prince Philip than a guy who writes "sheets and sheets" of love poems. "On the Street Where You Live" was well-sung but had no feeling, no passion. He also had no chemistry with Ambrose's Eliza. You couldn't imagine these two dating, much less marrying. I was let down by Diana Rigg's Mrs. Higgins. I know it's a brief part but honestly I expected more. She's DIANA RIGG. But what we got was a formulaic, unremarkable portrayal. Allan Corduner was a bland Pickering (but is this character ever interesting?) while Linda Mugleston sneakily stole some scenes as the officious Mrs. Pearce.

The timing for this revival was just right. Last year all the buzz was about Hello Dolly! I saw Hello Dolly! with both Bette Midler and Donna Murphy. I took my mom to see Hello Dolly! I enjoyed it immensely. However Hello Dolly! is pure fluff/diva material. Its impact disappears as quickly as Dolly's meal at the courthouse. My Fair Lady as well as the uneven but compelling revival of Carousel shows that classic musicals were not just corny fluff. They are complicated, thorny stories with beautiful music that demands across-the-board excellence from its performers.

WARNING: SPOILERS BELOW. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE ENDING.

Higgins and Eliza, photo @ Joan Marcus
The only major thing Bart Sher has changed about My Fair Lady is the ending. The ending to G.B. Shaw's Pygmalion was always a point of contention -- performers started tinkering with it so much so that Shaw felt it necessary to write a long epilogue explaining that Eliza marries Freddy and remains frenemies with Higgins. You can read it here. The wonderful 1938 movie however changed that ending to a cautiously optimistic future for Eliza and Higgins. It was this ending that Alan Jay Lerner used for My Fair Lady.



Both endings are problematic. Eliza is too intelligent to be truly happy with the sweet but dim Freddy, and Shaw's insistence on marrying Eliza off to Freddy is a reflection on his cynicism. On the other hand the bond between Eliza and Higgins is never portrayed as sexual or romantic, and so a forced reunion at the end seems, well, forced. I mean what would they really do together at Wimpole Street? Talk about grammar and shop for clothes? Sher's ending doesn't change any of the lines between Eliza and Higgins. She still visits him and watches him sadly listening to her voice on the phonograph. She turns the phonograph off and says "I washed my face and hands before I come, I did." He still says "Where the devil are my slippers?" But instead of the curtain falling at that moment, Sher gives us a bittersweet farewell between the two protagonists. Eliza holds his hand, touches his cheek, and then walks offstage, presumably to begin a new life.

In theory this should work beautifully. There's enough tenderness in the scene to make us understand Eliza and Higgins' bond, but also realism -- if you just judged the musical's book there's no indication that Eliza could ever be happy with Higgins. However, in this production, the chemistry between Ambrose and Hadden-Patton is so strong that this ending also creates problems. The joyful rapport that Ambrose and Hadden-Patton share for three hours makes Eliza's choice rather melancholy. Both Ambrose and Higgins emote so much and look so crestfallen during their final scene together that instead of the empowering, uplifting "I am Eliza Doolittle, hear me roar" ending I think Sher wanted, we get Casablanca v. 2.0 with Eliza/Higgins substituting for Ilsa/Rick. Oh well. They'll always have the rain in Spain.

Monday, April 2, 2018

Easter is for Musicals: Carousel and Jesus Christ Superstar


Regular readers of this blog might know this already but every year I take my mom to a carefully picked, PG-rated, old-fashioned musical (the only type my mom will go to). I call them momsicals. We've been to Lion King, Cats, Phantom of the Opera, and Hello Dolly!. When I asked her what the next Momsical would be, she said "Carousel." She was adamant about it too, so on April 1 we went to see the new Broadway revival of Carousel.

This revival is directed by Jack O'Brien with choreography by Justin Peck. The producers of this revival have snipped quite a bit of dialogue and also cut two musical numbers: "Geraniums in the Winder" and "Stonecutters Cutting on Wood." As a result the whole thing plays almost like an opera with the occasional recitatives. Sort of appropriate as this is no doubt R&H's most operatic score. The sets are minimalist but quite pretty. Justin Peck's choreography isn't the kind of ballet-lite thing I expected -- more modern dance with moves that wouldn't look out of place in Paul Taylor's company. I think he'll win a Tony for best choreography. I know there's a lot of nostalgia for Agnes de Mille's choreography but I found this clip of the Act 2 ballet and ... it really isn't that great? Peck's choreography is very winning.



And how was it? First things first: my mom absolutely loved every minute of it. The dark, violent storyline didn't seem to bother her as she just soaked in maybe the finest score ever composed for musical theater. So if the goal was to find a momsical that my mom would like, this afternoon was a success.

Mueller and Henry, photo @ Joan Marcus
There is a lot to like about this production. Joshua Henry was magnificent as Billy Bigelow. So many actors try and fail to seem menacing. Henry really embraces the violent, angry side of Billy. His voice is pretty powerful too -- a baritenor who had enough horsepower for this very long role. I never realized this until I saw the musical but Billy has very few musical breaks. Once he's on he's on. His voice is not beautiful -- it's sort of rough-grained. But it works. His "If I Loved You" glowed and his "Soliloquy" ended the first act on a real high note.

Ramasar and company, photo @ Joan Marcus
New York City Ballet star Amar Ramasar also impressed as Billy's partner in crime Jigger. The role has obviously been reworked to show off Amar's amazing dancing abilities but Ramasar was surprisingly good as an actor. His singing parts have been cut or trimmed but Ramasar gives enough energy to the show so that it doesn't feel like a huge loss. Jigger is played as that certain kind of oily, charming lowlife. And not for nothing but women of a certain age in the audience (including my mom) were just nuts for him. "He's so good looking," my mom whispered.

Fleming and Mueller, photo @ Joan Marcus
Renée Fleming (Nettie) spent many years on the operatic stage and still has enough pipes and then some for the anthem "You'll Never Walk Alone." She also came across as believably maternal. It's cool that more than 30 years after her professional debut she still has the most beautiful voice onstage. I also liked Lindsay Mendez's Carrie Pipperidge although she had some screechy high notes. Mendez had wonderful comic timing and brought some much-needed laughs to a very dark and serious musical.

The weak link was Jessie Mueller (Julie). Julie is actually a brief part, with only two musical numbers and very little actual stage time. Mueller's voice is a sweet soprano. However her voice doesn't bloom or soar in "If I Loved You" and "What's the Use of Wond'rin" but stays very even-keeled. Her stage persona was more problematic than her voice -- she's demure and very much a good girl. But Julie isn't a "good" girl -- she knowingly breaks her curfew to have an encounter with Billy. She knows this action will get her fired and probably lead to sex with Billy. Granted the role is underwritten but I do think Julie's have to show an inner spark and passion. Mueller just doesn't have that rebel vibe to her. The chemistry between her and Josh Henry is not really there.

Alex Gemignani (Enoch Snow) was rather charmless. Usually the officious Enoch gets big laughs but line after line went from Gemignani to crickets from the audience. Whatever he's doing is not reading across the footlights. Also NYCB's Brittany Pollack (Louise) is a wonderful dancer and makes the second act ballet worth watching but her acting is rather stilted and she needs to stop screeching her lines. 

Gemignani and Mendez, photo @ Joan Marcus
A few nitpicky but noticeable things: accents are very inconsistent. Sometimes the actors sound like they've relocated Carousel to Georgia, other times they're doing a Barbara Walters caricature. The costumes were a disappointment: Julie is in a pink/lavender concoction that looks like a nightmare bridesmaids' dress. In fact I googled "ugly bridesmaid dress" and found almost an exact match for Julie's dress. Jigger is wearing very-not-19th-century wifebeater. Billy is wearing an Abercrombie-and-Fitch type knit sweater. And there's an occasional sense of a lack of direction -- for instance the Starkeeper (John Douglas Thompson) wanders about the stage often but the blocking is confusing and my mom kept asking me "Why is that guy in the white suit always there?" But overall I think this revival has way more positives than negatives and will probably settle in for a nice Broadway run. For one, the audience absolutely loved it. I could hear audible sobbing for large parts of Act Two.

And Broadway really needs Carousel. The last Broadway production was in 1994. It was critically acclaimed but I have seen a video and listened to the cast recording and all I hear are a Billy and Julie that can't sing. Yes Audra McDonald is amazing as Carrie and Shirley Verrett a great Nettie but a Carousel without a great Billy is a no-go for me.

After the show thanks to a friend I got to go backstage and meet Renée Fleming who was so nice and gracious. My mom was a bit tongue-tied but I know she had a wonderful time and that's all that mattered.

My mom and myself backstage with Renée:


As for Carousel nostalgia, here's some priceless footage with the OBC of John Raitt and Jan Clayton. Is Josh Henry John Raitt? No, but he does justice to the role.



Brandon Victor Dixon and John Legend, photo @ Eric Liebowitz
When I got home I turned on NBC to watch Jesus Christ Superstar. This 1970 rock musical was Andrew Lloyd Webber when he was still sort of edgy and cool and didn't just raid Puccini for all the sentimental tunes. I don't know whether I was in a good mood or this live concert format was a lot more organic than the "live-on-a-tiny-soundstage" setup they've used in the past for productions like Hairspray and Grease. But I loved every minute of it. The costumes, the warehouse-style setting that made it look like a rave, the mix of musical theater veterans with rockers. I think in the future NBC might want to look at this semi-staged live concert format as the sound-stage "set" musicals have been very awkward. 

The casting was so strong. Brandon Victor Dixon (Judas) totally rocked it as Judas. His anthem "Superstar" was truly an 11 o'clock number. Sara Bareilles (Mary Magdalene) has that 1970's folk-rock thing down pat. Her numbers kind of foreshadow the ALW-type ballad but she sang them very well. Alice Cooper made a nice little cameo as Herod. Good to see a septuagenarian rocker still rocking it. Norm Lewis (Caiaphas) and Jin Ha (Annas) blew "This Jesus Must Die" out of the water. I've seen both Norm Lewis and Jin Ha onstage and rarely have I seen them be such scenery-chewers. They were amazing.

The only slight weak link was John Legend as Jesus. Vocally he was great except for a few weird moments in "Gethesmane" but unlike Dixon, Bareilles, Cooper, or Lewis he remained bland and sort of a cipher. But strangely Jesus is the most under-written role of the musical. 

But overall great concert. Great energy, great fun. When was the last time you could really put "fun" and ALW in the same sentence? It was played in front of an ecstatic live audience who screamed as loudly as any megachurch congregation. The whole thing felt ... messianic? Jesus has risen ... Happy Easter!