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.

Strawdog’s raucous ‘Improbable Frequency’ could use a bit more probability

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While the rest of Europe was suffering through WWII, Ireland stood fast in its neutrality, even referring to the war as “The Emergency” in an attempt to mitigate the impact of the war, and the news surrounding it, with their people.

Improbable Frequency, an unapologetically zany musical comedy by Arthur Riordan (book and lyrics) and Bell Helicopter (music), explores this historical footnote with dizzying wordplay and a highly improbable storyline involving a secret society of spies, a mad scientist and a barrage of wordy English music hall patter songs. Think of it as Monty Python meets Gilbert and Sulliven mixed with a huge dose of The 39 Steps.

We are introduced to Tristram Faraday (Mike Dailey), a savant-like British code breaker who unexpectedly (and somewhat reluctantly) finds himself enlisted by the British Intelligence to carry out a super-secret spy mission (is there any other?) in 1941 Dublin. Along his travels, he meets an Irish lady spy (a sweet Sarah Goeden) who might be on his trail for suspect reasons, and then something about a German physicist (Eric Paskey) who’s manipulated radio waves to alter time and Irish weather? Or something? I totally lost the plot by that point — and, frankly, didn’t care.

Truthfully, I have a pretty low tolerance for off-the-hook zany — if it’s not grounded by some human-scale, or at least, compelling, storyline — and at two hours and two acts, Riordan’s punny script and lyrics, which give off an “aren’t we so clever?” vibe, could use a trim-down. Strawdog’s production, directed by Kyle Hamman, tears into the lunacy with abandon, offering up mugging and running about from start to finish, practically demanding you pay attention. And, despite a game cast giving it their all (and looking like they’re having a ball doing so), it’s exhausting.

That said, some may go for this sort of thing. Lord knows the press night audience was laughing their britches off.

“Improbable Frequency” plays through March 30 at Strawdog Theatre Company. More info here >

A sprawling story overwhelms in Saint Sebastian’s ambitious ‘Lefties’

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I heartily applaud Saint Sebastian, a spirited storefront company, for taking on Lefties, a highly ambitious world premiere by promising playwright Leigh Johnson.

Johnson, a talented writer with clear passion, has a lot to say about many things, and the things he has to say in Lefties offer huge potential for high dramatic stakes. Set in McCarthy-era America, Lefties explores the themes of communism, socialism, capitalism, redemption, pride, virtue, forgiveness, chasing the American dream, and baseball. To name a few.

Using the framing device of a memory play, Johnson takes us through nearly three decades as a Russian-born father (who’s also an avowed Communist who loves baseball), clashes with his son, a gifted semi-professional pitcher who’s become entranced by capitalism and its prospects. As the show begins, it’s 1975 and the World Series is taking place. Ivana, the family matriarch, has been dead for three years and Vladimir (the father) and Alex (the son) aren’t on good terms. Ivana’s ghost rises from her slumber and demands to know why. By doing so, she relives the events that got her “pig-headed husband” and “stubborn mule son” to the point they’re now at.

It’s a strong concept that, unfortunately, lacks a solid point of view. The two most arresting characters in the show, Vladimir and Alex, are often sidelined while seemingly secondary characters suck up stage time and deliver wordy monologues that repeat the same themes and ideas covered in subsequent scenes. While poor Ivana (the fiercely committed Megan Faye Izzo) rips her heart out onstage, we’re still trying to figure out who she and her family are.

I feel there’s a very powerful play in Lefties once Johnson trims the fat (including two scenes involving baseball talent scouts), hones in on the relationship between Vladimir and Alex, and finds a more engaging and human-scale way to explore the notions of capitalism and communism rather than requiring his cast to engage in dutifully scripted debates that sound like political pundits expounding from talking points.

Despite its issues, under director Jamie Prahl, Saint Sebastian offers a very solid and generally well-acted production that extracts the most potent moments to propel the story forward, including scenes between Ivana, Vladimir and Alex. To avoid adding any excess to this seam-busting play, Prahl keeps the action streamlined, relying heavily on lighting and sound queues (by Eric Vigo and Tom Jasek, respectively) to build tension and direct focus.

“Lefties” plays through March 10 at Saint Sebastian Players. More info here >

A modern and timeless ‘Julius Caesar’ at Chicago Shakes

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As you enter Chicago Shakespeare Theater’s Court Theater to see English director Jonathan Munby’s take on Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, you know you’re in for something electric, bold and in-your-face. A crowd of Caesar supporters rally on the stage and in the aisles, selling Caesar swag. Country music blares as the cast breaks into an impromptu electric slide, chanting “Caesar!” A banner descends from the flies, directing us to CaesarForAll.com.

Yes, this modern Caesar takes us into a world where politics and celebrity run together; a time when people are seeking a leader with virtue and vision — proving the timelessness of this moral-driven classic.

Confession: this is my first Caesar, having read the play ages ago. I know it’s been done, perhaps overdone, in this fair city (Babes with Blades is staging an all-female version in March), but I’m delighted my introduction to this tale of fate vs. free will is through such an explosive production, steeped in Chicago talent with luxury casting of a scene-stealing Larry Yando as Casca and Barbara Robertson as Caesar’s portent-fearing wife, Calphurnia (though I wish Bill Shakes had given her more to do than merely serve as a device to demonstrate Caesar’s crumbling constitution. That said, Robertson has some fun ensemble work when she joins the mob minions in act 2).

In the pivotal role of the honorable Brutus, UK actor John Light brings a driven, monomaniacal focus to doing what’s right and good for Rome at the sacrifice of what’s right and good for his person. Though, I’d wish he’d settle on an accent, but perhaps his flipping between British and American English represents his internal struggle.

And personifying the potent theme of portent in Shakespeare’s prose, McKinley Carter haunts as the Soothsayer, skittering across the stage while chanting mournful cries of unheard warnings.

As Munby’s riveting production draws to a bloody, intense close, may we all learn how to heed the warnings ahead of us, but also do a little fact-checking before, you know, stabbing an elected official.

“Julius Caesar” plays through March 24 at Chicago Shakespeare Theater. More info here >

HuffPo Review: Despite an excellent Norma Desmond, a dreary ‘Sunset’ at Drury Lane

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Christine Sherrill has ‘New Ways to Dream’ as Norma Desmond in Drury Lane’s “Sunset Boulevard”

Before I begin to discuss Drury Lane’s disappointingly dreary production of Sunset Boulevard, let me set the stage.

Sunset Boulevard, the Andrew Lloyd Webber megamusical based on the groundbreaking 1950 Billy Wilder film about a faded silent film star, Norma Desmond, who latches onto a struggling screenwriter to make her ill-fated return to the screen, was my ultimate fanboy show. In fact, the first time I ever dialed onto the internet 17 years ago, the search term I typed into Webcrawler (remember that?) was “Sunset Boulevard.” I found a chat forum and became a frequent poster under the handle “With1Look16″ or some such.

Frankly, the show was my breakfast, lunch and dinner for most of my late teens. I have all the cast recordings, including both German versions and the sampler CDs from when various actresses essayed the role of Norma Desmond (including first national tour Norma Linda Balgord, who’s starring in Marriott’s tribute to Andrew Lloyd Webber).

What was it about Sunset that drew me in so? Was it the heightened reality of old-school Hollywood mixed with murder and desperation? Was it the larger-than-life female lead who’s required to take on massive belting and emoting before falling apart in a grandly grotesque nervous breakdown? Was it the opulent set design that featured a mansion that descended from the flies like a rococo UFO? Was it ALW’s intoxicatingly sumptuous score?

All of the above, baby.

I was lucky enough to see the original Canadian cast (front row!) starring a regal Diahann Carroll and was a little less fortunate to see a wobbly tour starring ’60s pop icon Petula Clark. And, thanks to YouTube, I’ve gotten a taste of other productions and performances around the world (my favorite YouTube Norma is Helen Schneider from the original German cast — just watch).

So, it’s difficult for me to remain objective when it comes to talking about Sunset. Yes, I’m aware the show has its problems, most notably that it tends to take itself too seriously, where Wilder’s film had a knowing, sly wink and a thrilling sense of urgency and danger. But I willingly turn a blind eye to all that.

That said, when I heard Drury Lane was concluding its 2012-2013 season with Sunset, I transformed into a giddy 17-year-old theatre geek. I fantasized who might play Norma. Hollis Resnik, local Chicago theatre diva, was the obvious choice, but she’s touring as Mother Superior in Sister Act the Musical. So when it was announced Christine Sherrill would play the reclusive silent film siren, I was pleasantly surprised. Sherrill, a much-respected local actress, had a growing track record for stealing the show, including a recent stint at Miss Hannigan in Paramout Theater’s Annie. I applauded Drury Lane for casting local. I also had mild concerns she was too young for Norma, who’s around 50. I’ve no clue as to Sherrill’s actual age, but she recently played Elvis Presley’s blonde sexpot girlfriend in Million Dollar Quartet, so, yeah.

Upon Sherrill’s (limply staged) entrance in Drury Lane’s production, these concerns quickly vanished. Sherrill is fantastic. She’s sexy, manipulative, wounded, regal, and most importantly: human. Plus, she has a knock-out voice that can sore into her soprano range and quickly dip into a deep, steely belt. Her Joe Gillis, Will Ray, is rather ideal as well. Sounding a lot like Alan Campbell from the original Broadway production, Ray’s unlocked the tricky task of making us care for this smarmy antihero.

No, the problem (for the most part) isn’t the casting of the leads — it’s the direction. Read the full review on The Huffington Post >>

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