Archives for January 2012

In today’s Wall Street Journal I report on a revival of Gypsy at Pennsylvania’s Bristol Riverside Theatre in which Tovah Feldshuh plays Mama Rose. Here’s an excerpt.
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If you’re looking for a really big pair of shoes to fill, try playing Mama Rose in “Gypsy.” Not only did Ethel Merman, the greatest of all musical-comedy stars, create the role back in 1959, but subsequent Broadway revivals featured Angela Lansbury, Tyne Daly, Bernadette Peters and, most recently and stunningly, Patti LuPone. As if that weren’t competition enough, Rosalind Russell played Mama Rose (badly, alas) in Mervyn LeRoy’s ill-fated 1962 film version, and Bette Midler did the honors three decades later on TV. Throw in Betty Buckley’s insufficiently remembered 1998 performance at New Jersey’s Paper Mill Playhouse and you’ve got…well, a storeful of fancy shoes.
All of which brings us to the Bristol Riverside Theatre revival of “Gypsy,” directed by Keith Baker, in which Tovah Feldshuh takes on the challenge of playing the ultimate stage mother. Ms. Feldshuh is not a natural musical-comedy star–she was charmless and uncharismatic in the “Hello, Dolly!” mounted by Paper Mill back in 2006–but Mama Rose, unlike Dolly Levi, is her kind of part, and though her singing is less than ideal, she still makes a strong impression.
What is most appealing about Ms. Feldshuh’s performance is its modesty of scale. Her Rose is a tough, determined, sexually appealing woman who clearly comes from the wrong side of the tracks and does her best to conceal her vulnerability, sometimes successfully and sometimes not. Yes, she can be scary, and rightly so. To turn a mousy little nobody like Louise (Amanda Rose) into the world’s most famous stripper, as Rose does in “Gypsy,” is not a job for the faint of heart. But even though ambition has soured and twisted her personality and comes perilously close to wrecking her daughter’s life, you are at all times aware that Ms. Feldshuh’s Mama Rose is a human being, not a Godzilla-like monstre sacré made of pig iron or solid brass.
It’s hard to say whether this approach would work in a Broadway-sized house, especially since Ms. Feldshuh’s near-baritonal singing voice lacks the two-fisted punch to which her illustrious predecessors have accustomed us….
Fortunately, Bristol Riverside’s 302-seat auditorium is small enough to let Ms. Feldshuh play Rose without any sense of strain….
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Read the whole thing here.

In today’s Wall Street Journal “Sightings” column, I write about Wolcott Gibbs’ career as a drama critic. The occasion is the publication of Backward Ran Sentences, the first collection of Gibbs’ work to appear since his death in 1958. Here’s an excerpt.
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Sixty-one years ago last September, Wolcott Gibbs, the drama critic of the New Yorker, did something that by all rights should have earned him a place in the annals of chutzpah. He wrote a play–and it was a hit.
Gibbs’ “Season in the Sun,” a fluffy comedy that ran for 367 performances, is the last non-musical play by an American drama critic to have opened on Broadway. Part of what made its success so surprising is that Gibbs, who covered theater from 1933 until his death in 1958, was one of the cattiest critics ever to sit on a Broadway aisle. Among other things, he suggested that the stars of a flop called “Anybody Home” “ought to be arrested for disturbing the peace.” The fact that he then had the nerve to write a play of his own inspired Life to run a story called “A Critic Awaits His Critics” whose anonymous author reported that “a highly expectant swarm of first-nighters, whiffing blood like spectators at a Roman circus, were on hand to watch Gibbs come to grief or glory.”
Though “Season in the Sun,” like most Broadway comedies, has failed to hold the stage and is now forgotten, Gibbs’ literary quiver was full of other, sharper arrows. A newly published anthology called “Backward Ran Sentences: The Best of Wolcott Gibbs from the New Yorker” (Bloomsbury) reveals him to have been formidably talented at magazine writing of all kinds, and in addition he was one of the New Yorker’s most admired editors. It was Gibbs who penned one of the wisest sentences ever written about an editor’s job: “Try to preserve an author’s style if he is an author and has a style.” But he was also a misanthropic alcoholic who believed drama criticism to be “a silly occupation for a grown man,” and it was not uncommon for him to dull the edge of his self-loathing by drinking heavily before a show. Indeed, Gibbs came to the opening night of Arthur Miller’s “The Crucible” so drunk that he had to be carried to his seat….
Perhaps not surprisingly, Gibbs’ review of “The Crucible” has been omitted from “Backward Ran Sentences,” but Thomas Vinciguerra, the editor, has reprinted a good-sized chunk of his other writings about theater, and they make for interesting reading. Part of what makes them so interesting is Gibbs’ point of view, which was that of an unintellectual but highly intelligent playgoer who knew what he liked and was amply endowed with horse sense….
“God, he’s brilliant, he doesn’t like anything!” said one of Gibbs’ fans. What redeemed his venomous ferocity was the gusto with which he wrote about the shows he did like–and there were plenty of them–as well as the judiciousness with which he weighed the merits of serious plays about which he had mixed feelings….
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Read the whole thing here.

“People always complain about muck-raking biographers saying ‘Leave us our heroes.’ ‘Leave us our villains’ is just as important.”
Alan Bennett, diary entry, Feb. 11, 1996

Here’s my list of recommended Broadway, off-Broadway, and out-of-town shows, updated weekly. In all cases, I gave these shows favorable reviews (if sometimes qualifiedly so) in The Wall Street Journal when they opened. For more information, click on the title.

BROADWAY:

• Anything Goes (musical, G/PG-13, mildly adult subject matter that will be unintelligible to children, closes Apr. 29, most performances sold out last week, reviewed here)

• Chinglish (comedy, PG-13, adult subject matter, closes Apr. 29, reviewed here)

• Godspell (musical, G, suitable for children, most performances sold out last week, reviewed here)

• How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying (musical, G/PG-13, perfectly fine for children whose parents aren’t actively prudish, most performances sold out last week, reviewed here)

• Other Desert Cities (drama, PG-13, adult subject matter, most performances sold out last week, reviewed here)

• Seminar (serious comedy, PG-13, closes Mar. 4, reviewed here)

• Stick Fly (serious comedy, PG-13, reviewed here)

OFF BROADWAY:

• Avenue Q (musical, R, adult subject matter and one show-stopping scene of puppet-on-puppet sex, reviewed here)

• The Fantasticks (musical, G, suitable for children capable of enjoying a love story, reviewed here)

• Million Dollar Quartet (jukebox musical, G, off-Broadway remounting of Broadway production, original run reviewed here)

CLOSING SOON OFF BROADWAY:

• Dancing at Lughnasa (drama, G/PG-13, closes Jan. 29, reviewed here)

CLOSING SOON ON BROADWAY:

• Follies (musical, PG-13, adult subject matter, closes Jan. 22, reviewed here)

CLOSING SUNDAY IN PHILADELPHIA:

• The King and I (musical, G, suitable for children, reviewed here)

CLOSING SUNDAY OFF BROADWAY:

• The Cherry Orchard (drama, G, too serious for children, reviewed here)

“Never try to discourage thinking for you are sure to succeed.”
Bertrand Russell, The Autobiography of Bertrand Russell