TT: Bowing to a higher authority

This week’s Wall Street Journal drama column–which I wrote in the living room of a Frank Lloyd Wright house in Cleveland, Ohio, thank you very much–is about two shows I saw last week on Broadway, A Man for All Seasons and 13. The first is good, the second not. Here’s an excerpt.
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In 1961, Robert Bolt’s “A Man for All Seasons” opened on Broadway and ran for a year and a half–an impressive run by any standard, and altogether astonishing for an intellectually demanding history play set in the 16th century. Now “A Man for All Seasons” is back on Broadway for the first time in 45 years. Why the long wait? Two words: the movie. Fred Zinnemann’s 1966 film version preserves Paul Scofield’s famous stage performance St. Thomas More, who got his head chopped off in 1535 for opposing the illegal divorce and remarriage of King Henry VIII and was canonized 400 years later. It’s one of the best movies ever made from a play, and it brought home six Oscars, one of them for Scofield and all well deserved. Small wonder that nobody dared to revive the play until now.
Why, then, is the Roundabout Theatre Company bucking such long odds? Because it has an ace in the hole: Frank Langella. He hit the jackpot last year with his eerily evocative interpretation of Richard Nixon in “Frost/Nixon,” and is returning to Broadway in an equally meaty role. From disgraced president to martyred saint–how can you lose? Nor does he. Mr. Langella’s version of St. Thomas is all his own: urbane, world-weary, more public than that of his great predecessor, which makes it all the more moving when he collapses in fear and desperation midway through the second act, knowing that he may be about to lose his life over a matter of conscience. Better than Scofield? No–but just as good….
The authors of “13” have taken the cynical advice of the authors of “Gypsy”: They’ve got a gimmick. Specifically, their show, which tells the story of a young New Yorker (Graham Phillips) who moves to a small town in Indiana and can’t figure out how to fit in with the cool kids, was written for “tweens” and is performed by teenagers. Except for Tom Kitt, the conductor, everyone in the cast and in the onstage rock band that accompanies “13” is well under the age of 20.
I, alas, am a childless drama critic of an all-too-certain age, so I’m not sure that my reactions to “13” will be relevant to its target market (and I use the word “market” very advisedly). On the other hand, I’m an avid fan of teen-oriented films and TV series like “Napoleon Dynamite” and “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” in which the agonies of adolescence are portrayed with wit and detachment, so it may be worth saying that I found “13” to be banal from start to finish…
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Read the whole thing here.
Here’s my wsj.com video review of A Man for All Seasons, which includes footage from the show. Don’t be fazed by the introductory commercial–it’ll be over in a flash: