Mercury Theater’s enjoyable ‘Barnum’ needs more brass

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P.T. Barnum knew how to put on a show. With some manipulative marketing and a dash of spectacle, he could sell you a wooden nickel for a dollar.

The 1980 musical Barnum, which features a jovial, ear-wormy score by Cy Coleman, captured this celebrated flim-flam artist’s ascent to a household name as partner in the Barnum and Bailey Circus. And Mercury Theater Chicago presents an appealing, family friendly production through June 16.

In the title role, Chicago favorite Gene Weygandt offers a peppy and approachable Barnum. Surrounded by a small-yet-mighty ensemble of actor-singer-acrobats, the show hits all the right marks — though perhaps not as thrillingly as one might hope.

Granted, Barnum, a musical with circus elements, is one of the more challenging shows to produce. So I have to applaud Mercury, under artistic director L. Walter Stearns, for daring to take it on. And, for the most part, the show delivers. But a perpetual sense of hesitancy keeps the show from flying high without a net.

To start, Weygandt, while likeable, hasn’t yet found the command this role requires. He too often defaults to baffled observer when he should be orchestrating the action around him. In fact, everyone (aside from the warm and gloriously voiced Corey Goodrich as Barnum’s pragmatic wife Charity) seemed a bit tentative the night I saw it. And rightly so: actor/singers are required to execute physical stunts, and stunt makers are required to act and sing.

I’m sure following a few weeks of performances, the show will find its footing.

Eugene Dizon leads a small band that has some nice moments but desperately needs at least two more brass players (including a tuba — I nearly got up and left the theatre when a synthesizer started playing the opening of “Come Follow the Band.” What band? I just hear a Casio.)

“Barnum” plays through June 16 at Mercury Theater Chicago. More info here >

From one addict to another: remembering Roger Ebert

I’ve never met Roger Ebert. However, I felt like I knew him.

I’ve been reading his blog, his tweets and his reviews for many years. The man personified prolific. Robbed of his speaking voice, he turned to the written word to express his true sense of self. His humor, his wit, his pragmatic view of death — it’s all there.

As a quasi critic/reviewer, I looked to Ebert as a model of tact and form. It was clear in his reviews that he was addicted to film, much like my relationship with theatre. And he didn’t mince words if he didn’t like something — being a fan doesn’t mean a pushover. The man had standards, and it was up to the film to meet them.

Yes, for Ebert, film wasn’t just a profession, it was a passion.

And here’s the funny thing: I’m not even a film buff. I can literally count on one hand how many times I go to the movies in a year. But I would read Ebert’s reviews just to read his work. That’s how much I loved his writing.

One of the films that hit me hardest in recent past was Lars Van Trier’s Melancholia. Most of the mainstream reviewers wrote the film off as a pretentious curiosity. However, Ebert captured the exact sentiment that caused me to sit in my chair, shaking, following the movie’s staggering conclusion:

“Violent death is often a shabby business in the movies. It happens in depressing bedrooms, bloody bathtubs, shattered cars, bleak alleys. Its victims are cast down empty of life. Here is a character who says, I see it coming, I will face it, I will not turn away, I will observe it as long as my eyes and my mind still function. Is it fair of me to speculate that von Trier himself regards death in that way? He tends to be grandiose, but if one cannot be grandiose in imagining one’s own death, then when is grandiosity justified?”

“I will face it, I will not turn away, I will observe it as long as my eyes and my mind still function.”

I truly feel this how Ebert faced his own fate. He didn’t play the victim. He didn’t apologize. He simply kept on doing what he loved right up to the end.

May we all be so lucky.

HuffPo Review: Artistic Home’s Steamy ‘Night of the Iguana’ Puts the Passion Front and Center

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I’m all for firsts. And Artistic Home’s very solid production of Tennessee Williams’ The Night of the Iguana presented a whole world of them. It was my first time seeing any iteration of this classic Williams play, my first time seeing this well-established, small-yet-mighty ensemble, and it was the ensemble’s first production in their impressive new storefront space.

Overall, I’d say the combination proved a triumph of firsts.

Ok, so Williams’ play is is more than a bit heavy handed, and going into the show cold, there’s a boat-load of exposition that took me about half the first act to piece together. Essentially, Reverend T. Lawrence Shannon (the ideally cast John Mossman) has recently been shunned by the church, and has started a new career as a tour guide. Unlucky for his tour party, somewhere deep in the coast of Mexico he engages in one of his many “nervous breakdowns.” He escapes the mess by visiting his friend Maxine who runs a cheap motel near the coast. The recently windowed Maxine (the fiery Miranda Zola) is hot on the trail for the ex-Reverend, but another motel guest, a mysterious spinster (Kelly Owens) and her eccentric father (the adorable Walter Brody) may foil Maxine’s plans, while also shaking Shannon from his mid-life crisis. Read the full review on The Huffington Post >

An All-Female ‘Julius Caesar’ Breathes Life into A Well-Worn Classic

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You think you’ve seen Julius Caesar? Think again. Yes, Chicago Shakespeare Theater’s bold, modern-day production (closing March 24) has its share of surprises and risk, but there’s a smaller, yet no less intense, production taking place up north.

Babes With Blades, a company devoted to staging stories featuring women in the central, empowering roles (and often including an elaborate sword fight between the ladies, hence the company name) is taking on this classic tale of betrayal vs. honor. And through an all-female cast, they find new layers that surprise and awaken. Read more at ChooseChicago.com >

HuffPo Review: A Drag-tastic ‘Priscilla, Queen of the Desert’ Pulls out All The Stops

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While I’m not sure how much it cost to produce the national tour of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, I’d wager that a sizable, of not primary, chunk of the change went into the show’s outlandish costumes and towering wigs.

Costume designers Tim Chappel and Lizzy Gardiner, who also designed the costumes for the movie on which the musical is based, pull out all the stops. A parade of eye-poppingly fantastical outfits, often fashioned from found objects such as sandals, beach balls and balloons, strut front-and-center in this crowd-pleaser, which is playing at Chicago’s Auditorium Theatre through March 30.

And as the dynamo trio of ladysingers (Emily Afton, Bre Jackson and Brit West) wail through our favorite gay anthems such as “It’s Raining Men” and “I Will Survive,” often while floating high above the stage, you can’t help but sing along.

But this musical, which was a blazing hit in Australia before it came to the states, is more than just platform shoes, glitter and campy costumes.

There’s a big heart under all that frock.

Read the full review on The Huffington Post >

Pre-Broadway Jekyll & Hyde Better Suited for the Vegas Strip

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Due to work obligations, I couldn’t make press opening of the national tour of Jekyll & Hyde, which is set for a Broadway revival following a two-week Chicago engagement. So, I turned the review reins over to my dear friend, and book blogger celebrity, Jamie Prahl, to review. Here’s what she had to say:

Simply put, Frank Wildhorn and Leslie Bricusse’s Jekyll & Hyde isn’t a very good musical.

Yet, since the show’s debut as a 1990 concept album, it has gained die-hard fans (called “Jekkies”) and been produced around the world despite the fact that it’s a show with serious issues.

Jekyll & Hyde obviously strives to be a sweeping gothic musical romance a la The Phantom of the Opera. Based loosely on Robert Louis Stevenson’s novella, “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,” the plot possesses everything that should be needed to build a great piece of theater. In Victorian England, Dr. Henry Jekyll has discovered a chemical combination that can separate the good and evil parts of a person. When the snooty and hypocritical Board of Governors refuses his request to test the potion one of the poor souls left to die in the city’s asylums, Jekyll takes matters into his own hands and becomes his own test subject, launching his demented and murderous alter-ego Edward Hyde onto the streets of London. As Jekyll and Hyde take control of the same man, an alluring prostitute enters the mix, and Jekyll’s life, including his future with his loving fiancee, is thrown into chaos.

Murder! Romance! Chemistry! Prostitutes! What else do you need? Unfortunately, Wildhorn and Bricusse’s version of Jekyll & Hyde is burdened by a book that fails in building any sense of danger, some downright terrible lyrics, and a score distractingly heavy on easy listening power-ballads.

When I walked in to opening night of new pre-Broadway production, I thought maybe this production would have magically solved all the problems of the show and turned it into a respectable dame.

Nope.

Director Jeff Calhoun and his assembled creative team have instead attempted to gloss over the faults of the show with a stylish remount. Per a man sitting near me, they “really ramped up the Rock and Roll stuff.” I assume he was referring to the copious use of fog, the black eyeliner all the male ensemble members seemed to be wearing, and the maid uniforms that weren’t too far removed from dominatrix gear. As a suggestion to the producers, perhaps the seedy glamor of Las Vegas would be a more suitable home for this musical than Broadway.

The cast does their very best. Jekyll/Hyde is a massive and challenging role, but American Idol finalist turned Tony-nominated Broadway performer Constantine Maroulis is eager and energetic and an undeniably powerful singer. He sings the heck out of his numerous songs, every one of which seems to end with a soaring nigh note. Unfortunately, Maroulis is saddled with a script that lacks any real depth. (Also, his accent could use some work. I’m still not entirely sure if Henry Jekyll is supposed to be English, Irish, or German. The show’s accents, as a rule, are shaky and inconsistent.)

In the hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold role of Lucy, Canadian R&B singer Deborah Cox is obviously vocally worthy of standing in the shoes of a role created by/for Linda Eder, but her performance lacks any passion or urgency. When the terrifying Hyde enters Lucy’s life, she simply doesn’t seem that alarmed. She loves Jekyll enough to sing about him, but when he tells her to leave London immediately because her life is in danger, she only seems mildly pleased at the idea of leaving the brothel behind and slowly packs while, of course, singing a giant ballad. (Spoiler: I couldn’t help thinking that if she’d packed a little faster and skipped the song, she’d have survived the show.)

Completing the show’s central love triangle is Wicked veteran Teal Wicks as Emma, Jekyll’s plucky high society fiancee. Wicks is radiant, and possesses a voice every bit worthy of her two higher-billed co-stars. I must also call out Laird Mackintosh and Richard White for offering strong support, despite their thankless roles.

Jeff Calhoun’s direction is occasionally shaky, as is most evident when the show’s two leading ladies belt one of the show’s most famous anthems, “In His Eyes.” To their credit, Wicks and Cox deliver the vocal pyrotechnics despite staging that has them weirdly wandering around 2/3 of the stage. The big production number, “Bring on the Men,” lacks any oomph and, despite being set in a brothel, isn’t actually sexy.

Historically, the climactic “Confrontation” sequence is done with the leading actor battling himself as both Jekyll and Hyde. In this outing, a giant video of Hyde is projected behind Maroulis as Jekyll, who argues with it. Maroulis does everything he can, but it just doesn’t work — which is a pretty good summary of this show in general. There’s only so many talented singers you can hire, so much fog you can pump into a theater, and so much black eyeliner you can put on a sub-par show.

“Jekyll & Hyde” plays through March 24 at the Cadillac Palace Theatre. More info here >

Chicago Shakes to stage ‘Road Show’ and ‘Gypsy’ (cue the requisite dream-casting)

Time Out Chicago announces that Chicago Shakespeare Theater will produce that American musical comedy classic, Gypsy, along with Stephen Sondheim’s Road Show, a show that got one of its many starts at Chicago’s Goodman Theatre under the name Bounce. Both shows will be directed by Gary Griffin, who’s had back-to-back success with Sondheim at Shakes the past two seasons (Follies and Sunday in the Park with George were both box office and critical hits).

I’m sure many will roll their eyes at the mention of Gypsy. It’s not a show suffering from lack of regional productions. However, it is a show that is rarely done well — because so much of it rests on assembling an amazing cast, from top to bottom. Often productions focus on finding a knock-em-down Rose, with the remaining players seemingly assembled as an afterthought. It sure felt that way in Drury Lane’s 2012 production, which featured a fine, old-school performance in Klea Blackhurst and a supporting cast who just seemed to be acting around her. What made the Patti LuPone Gypsy experience so amazing was not just LuPone’s Tony-winning performance, but that she was matched by Laura Benanti (Louise/Gypsy) and Boyd Gaines (Herbie), who redefined these roles. This trio of equally strong performances launched that production into the stratosphere.

That said, let’s dream-cast Rose, Gypsy’s mother of all stage mothers:

Hollis Resnik: Resnik scored a major career highlight in Griffin’s Follies last year, winning a Jeff Award for her steely performance of “I’m Still Here,” so it would make sense if she were to team up with him again for this show. Petite, soft-spoken and sly, Resnik would make a fascinating Rose. She’s not a bulldozer belter in the LuPone/Merman tradition, but she can hit her mark with grand theatricality when needed. She’s also very good at playing wounded souls, which might lend nicely to an emotionally manipulative Rose.

Caroline O’Connor: Like Hollis, Caroline hit it big with Griffin’s Follies, winning a best leading actress in a musical Jeff Award last season for her spitfire take on Phyllis Stone. Caroline has experience playing Rose, having starred in a regional production about 100 miles outside of London last year. True, while the reviews for her Rose weren’t stellar (and the production never made it to the West End as planned), I feel the compact and triple-threat O’Connor has an amazing Rose up her sleeve — if she has a strong director supporting her.

Barbara Robertson: While Rose has huge songs (and, God love her, Robertson isn’t a belter), the role really requires an amazing actor who can seamlessly switch from charming and lovable to relentlessly demanding and unforgiving. The venerable and fearless Robertson is such an actor, and I’d love to see what she could do with this role. She proved a delightfully unexpected Desiree in Shakes’ A Little Night Music back in 2002, also directed by Griffin, so I think her Rose could prove astonishing. Plus, if the gravel-voiced Tyne Daly could score a career high playing Rose, so can Robertson.

Shannon Cochran: Shannon blew me away when I first discovered her in the first national tour of August: Osage County as Barbara Weston. So, she’s got the chops and stamina. I also never knew she could sing until I caught her captivating and sensual Desiree in Writers’ Theatre’s A Little Night Music. I’d imagine her Rose could be a real man trap.

Oh, yeah. Road Show. I saw Bounce (an early iteration of Road Show) at the Goodman back in 2003. And it was probably one of the most confounding things I’ve seen in Chicago. So much talent (Sondheim, bookwriter John Weidman, legendary director Hal Prince, a stellar cast) resulting in such ho-hum, head-scratching results. I recall at one point, during the show’s hesitant second act production number “Boca Raton,” a set piece got stuck (I was sitting far left so could see into the wings) and the cast just had to come out onstage and perform without aid of the multi-level set piece. It, needless to say, it was a cluster. Not unlike the rest of the show.

So, I’m eager to see a) how the show has changed since its Goodman days, and b) what Griffin does with it in Shakes’ intimate upstairs space. I do think staging it small will be in the show’s favor. The story (which I gather hasn’t changed that much) isn’t as epic as Sondheim and Weidman seemed to feel it was at the Goodman. Rather, it’s a simple story about two brothers chasing the American dream. We don’t need large set pieces to get stuck in the wings — we need clear storytelling.

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