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- THEATER, Page 62Glimpses of Looniness
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- By WILLIAM A. HENRY III
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- ASSASSINS
- Music and Lyrics by Stephen Sondheim
- Book by John Weidman
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- When the ever venturesome Stephen Sondheim said his new
- musical would portray people who killed, or tried to kill, U.S.
- Presidents, even fans of his acerbic wit and nonpareil
- invention wondered how such a show could be put together. The
- work that opens off-Broadway this week amply, at times
- brilliantly, demonstrates how. The question that lingers is
- why.
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- Assassins is a sketchbook, sparse and almost forgettable in
- its musical elements, dominated by skits that would have been
- too extreme for Saturday Night Live in its heyday. The linking
- idea is that assassins constitute a sort of club, with past and
- future killers inspiring one another in a grand conspiracy.
- This mildly provocative notion is made silly by being rendered
- literal: the opening features a carnival shooting gallery and
- then a kind of time-warp barroom where John Wilkes Booth meets
- John W. Hinckley Jr., where Leon Czolgosz, killer of William
- McKinley, encounters Giuseppe Zangara, attempted murderer of
- Franklin Roosevelt. In the climax, Booth and the others show up
- in Dallas to persuade Lee Harvey Oswald to shoot John F.
- Kennedy instead of killing himself.
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- The tone of these scenes is windily self-important, the
- intellectual content embarrassingly slight. Even worse is the
- inherent contradiction between deploring the folk mythification
- of assassins and sustaining that very process by having a
- singer-narrator twang knowing ditties about the killers.
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- But Assassins also offers funny, astutely varied glimpses
- of looniness, the finest being a park-bench chat between
- attempted assassins of Gerald Ford: Lynette ("Squeaky") Fromme,
- a Charles Manson disciple who is all passion and intensity; and
- Sara Jane Moore, a former mental patient, who in Debra Monk's
- stunning evocation is all matronly giggles and chilling
- folksiness. In other ably written scenes, Victor Garber brings
- condescending grandeur to Booth, Terrence Mann finds earnest
- simplicity in Czolgosz, Greg Germann gives a dorky sweetness to
- Hinckley, and Jonathan Hadary evokes hysterical egomania in
- Charles Guiteau, killer of James Garfield.
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- Still, for all its wit, the text (by John Weidman,
- Sondheim's collaborator on Pacific Overtures) has no obvious
- topical resonances -- and probably could not, given that the
- authors view assassination as arising from thwarted ambition
- rather than any ideology or cause. As satire, Assassins is
- pointless: it attacks people who have no defenders. As pop
- sociology, it makes points about fame, envy and media culture
- that were made far more richly in John Guare's The House of
- Blue Leaves. One is left wondering -- not least because of an
- imagined conversation between a would-be assassin and composer
- Leonard Bernstein -- whether Sondheim's personal interest lies
- in the borderline between obsessive fandom and murderous envy.
- That topic might yield a far better show.
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