Monday, November 25, 2024

Weekly Margin 2024, W47: McNeal, Ruddigore, Left on Tenth, Gatz

11/22/24: McNeal
What: Lincoln Center presents a new play by Ayad Akhtar about a celebrated writer grappling with the rise of AI and the corruption of his own integrity as a writer.
And? I haven't read the reviews but the vibes I'd picked up led me to believe I'd either be bored or disdainful of this production. So maybe with those managed expectations, I had a better time than expected? It's an interesting and complex character study of someone I'd never want to meet in real life: someone who goes from borrowing liberally from other people's real-life stories, to borrowing liberally from an unpublished manuscript, and finally to asking AI to borrow liberally on his behalf and say it's his. If you ask me why a man who would do this is so openly critical of AI, calling it the end of true creative works, I point you to his rampant self-loathing and self-destructive tendencies. Design-wise, I still haven't figured out what story the scenic design is telling, nor fully have I figured out some of the elements of the staging (I was telling myself a different story than the one the play ultimately told), but the lighting design is a clever and sneaky lens to what is going on in the show. Ultimately we're left with an unresolved ambiguity. Sometimes that makes for satisfying theater, something you can go out into the night debating (see: this season's Job); here, it felt like maybe the show itself didn't know the answer and was hoping we might help.

Robert Downey Jr. and Brittany Bellizeare as Jacob McNeal and Natasha
Brathwaite. Photo by Matthew Murphy and Evan Zimmerman.

11/23/24: Ruddigore
What: NYGASP presents the Gilbert & Sullivan operetta about the Bad Baronet.
And? An absolute delight. This production has a lot of their stalwart regulars in the principal roles, and they are each of them in wonderful voice with good comic delivery. The score for Ruddigore is full of great songs, and it's a real treat to hear them sung so well.

The company of an earlier production of Ruddigore by NYGASP. Photo by
William Reynolds.


Monday, November 18, 2024

Weekly Margin 2024, W46: Drag: The Musical

What: A new musical about two competing Drag clubs across the street from each other: their rivalry, the bitter history behind their founders, and the encroaching threats to their little paradises by gentrificiation and the IRS. Oh, and countless fantastic costumes, wigs, tea, reads, shade, and celebrations of the world of Drag.
And? I'm not immersed enough with the Drag world to fully engage with it on that level. As a piece of theater, it's fine. (my friends I went with are more in that world, and they had a damn blast at the show, for what it's worth) The stuff with the nephew Brendan is really effective (kinda mad I went to a Drag show and then had to have feelings about the fate of queer kids in America, but here we are), and my god the costume and wig work (especially everything worn by Popcorn/Luxx Noir London). And it was fun to see the very talented Nick Adams again.

Alaska and Nick Adams as Kitty Galloway and Alexis Gilmore, with the cast
of Drag: The Musical. Photo by Michael Bezjian.


Monday, November 11, 2024

Weekly Margin 2024, W45: A Wonderful World, Ragtime, Swept Away

What: A new bio/jukebox musical about Louis Armstrong and the four women he married.
And? It's still previews, so things could tighten up a bit. Right now it feels like it's between two shows: the generic biomusical where the main character narrates to the audience (the absolute laziest of telling, not showing), and a more compelling different lens, where the phases of his life are charted more by the four women he loved, and who he was with each of them. The scenic design by Adam Koch & Steven Royal is appealing, and the performances of Jennie Harney-Fleming, Dionne Figgins, and Darlesia Cearcy are fantastic. I went on a night that alternate James T. Lane was on for Armstrong, so while I can't give a verdict on James Monroe Iglehart in the role, I can say that James T. Lane is absolutely, well, wonderful.



11/07/24: Ragtime
What: New York City Center Encores! series gala presentation of the Ahrens, Flaherty, and McNally masterpiece.
And? It's more complicated to talk about this show than I thought it would be, especially after discussing it with the friends I attended it with. My friend who is a person of color pointed out that for Black people especially, the show is trauma porn. Much as I have always adored the show, that conversation was a stark reminder that this is a show for white people to see: Black people don't need to be told that Black people deserve dignity, humanity, and survival. Even if Coalhouse and Sarah get some of the best songs in this tremendous score, they also both die horrible deaths, leaving behind an infant child to be raised by parents who can never understand the experience of growing up Black in America.

Another friend of mine was coming to the show fresh: they didn't know the source material, the score, or the story. So while I was crying my little face off, they were thrown by just how many things were going on in one show. "It's a lot" sums it up pretty succinctly. I had the luxury of watching the show already having everyone's full arcs in my head; my friend was at sea over whose story it was.

And it all got me thinking. The buzz around this show is so loud that another Encores-to-Broadway transfer rumor has taken over the theater community. Who can blame them? This was a show with a perfect original cast album and a deep bench of talent in its original cast, cut short due to a certain embezzling producer. Its first Broadway revival was okay, but a bit of a letdown. But here we have Joshua Henry, the only performer I can think of who stands ready to take on the mantle previously worn by Brian Stokes Mitchell in the part: both men tremendous actors, full of charisma and power, and voices that can shake the walls of the theater. If nothing else, I'd like Mr. Henry to finally win his Tony. If something else, I'd also love an album of him singing Coalhouse's songs.

But. I wonder if this is the right time for this or not, especially in light of the election results this week. Part of why I wept through the act one finale when I saw the show was because it seemed like we'd made so little progress in over a century. "Til We Reach That Day" sings of a day that, over a century later, has still not yet been reached. Additionally, I'm concerned that if they transfer this production they will leave it as is, much like the recent Into the Woods revival. Don't get me wrong, I loved the revival when it played at City Center. But that's still officially a concert setting. There need to be additional steps taken to make it a full production. Michael Arden's production of Parade was able to toe this line, expanding and further developing its staging while still keeping the spirit of what it had at City Center.

The staging of what's playing right now at City Center is fine for a concert. But it is not a full production staging, and for a show this complex and full, with such an ensemble of players, we need strong staging and vision. We need the ambition of a civilization ready to call a shooting in 1906 the "crime of the century," though the century still has, as the show says, "94 years to go!" We need that staging not only to do the show itself justice, but to also do right by the audience members who don't already know and love the show. This production isn't ready for that yet.

But damn if we aren't lucky to have both Joshua Henry and Brandon Uranowitz here to breathe new life into Coalhouse and Tateh. There aren't words for how full the performances of these two men are, and after only ten days of rehearsal.

Nichelle Lewis and Joshua Henry as Sarah and Coalhouse Walker, Jr.
Photo by Joan Marcus.


Monday, November 4, 2024

Weekly Margin 2024, W44: Death Becomes Her

What: A new musical adaptation of the classic camp film about the lengths to which two women will go to win the love of a mediocre man.
And? It's ultimately a bit uneven, but act one is a lot of fun -- super campy, three leads with fantastic comic delivery, and songs cleverer than expected. It does start to lose a bit of steam after they've gotten to the reveals of the special effects designs to match the body mutilation we're all waiting for. Unfortunately Michelle Williams, while a great vocalist, seems very uncomfortable in this space, moving stiffly with a frozen face, but as long as we can focus on the clowning of Megan Hilty, Christopher Sieber, and the incomparable Jennifer Simard, we're in good hands. Also, when you go, make sure to read Megan Hilty's bio in the Playbill. I promise you won't regret it.