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- Apr. 04, 1994: This Carousel Doesn't Go Anywhere
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Apr. 04, 1994 Deep Water
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 85
- Theater
- This Carousel Doesn't Go Anywhere
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>The season's most anticipated revival tarnishes the reputation
- of Broadway's Golden Age
- </p>
- <p>By William A. Henry III
- </p>
- <p> For nearly two years a half-century ago, the original version
- of Rodgers and Hammerstein's Carousel played across the street
- from their original Oklahoma! To most devotees of musical theater,
- that era seems like heaven. It is obligatory among the ardent
- to deride today's Broadway blockbusters as vastly inferior to
- the hits of yesteryear and to cry out, If only they made 'em
- like they used to. To me, the Broadway opening last week of
- a revival of Carousel prompts the thought: Thank God they don't.
- I'd far rather see Miss Saigon for a fifth time, or Les Miserables
- for a ninth or even return to The Phantom of the Opera than
- ever again sit through the longueurs of Carousel, however pretty
- its candy-box score.
- </p>
- <p> The production comes from London's Royal National Theatre, and
- won four Olivier Awards, equivalent to the Tonys. At New York
- City's Lincoln Center, the look and style are the same, but
- the cast is all American and almost all new, save for Michael
- Hayden, 30, a 1992 Juilliard graduate who reprises the leading
- role that vaulted him from nowhere to stardom.
- </p>
- <p> There's little wrong and much beguilingly right with the staging
- by Nicholas Hytner, who also mounted the grandiose Miss Saigon
- and the brooding The Madness of George III, and who draws on
- both styles here. From a leaf-strewn greensward on a hill to
- a steepled white church in the twilight distance, from the island
- dunes of a clambake to the fairground fantasy of the title,
- this production entrancingly conjures iconic places of bygone
- mill-town New England with expressionistic verve and cinematic
- speed of transition. The actors are adequate, save for irksome
- mugging by the chorus, and the singing is mostly fine, with
- opera diva Shirley Verrett gloriously belting the score's two
- standards, June Is Bustin' Out All Over and You'll Never Walk
- Alone. The dances by Sir Kenneth MacMillan, who died during
- rehearsals, are bold and lively, although they bring the storytelling
- to a halt. The race-blind casting, if historically inaccurate,
- does not jar because this is clearly a fable.
- </p>
- <p> What is wrong with Carousel is Carousel. The book is a mess.
- After a leisurely opening extravaganza, it brings together two
- discontented and penniless youths who quit their jobs and upend
- their lives to satisfy a moment of sexual curiosity. Within
- minutes the pair are rocketed into abiding love. Then the hyperkinetic
- narrative is suspended for about 20 minutes to accommodate a
- folksy dance number and a comic song in which the only joke
- is that a fisherman smells like fish. The action alternates
- between aimless divertissement and melodrama for an overblown
- three hours. At the end, the central character--a petty crook
- named Billy Bigelow (Hayden) who kills himself rather than face
- capture by the police--returns to earth as a prospective angel
- to save his adolescent daughter from a fate like his own. The
- girl's only apparent sin is to dance sexily in a ballet that
- implies the loss of her virginity. The father-savior doesn't
- say anything meaningful to his child. He just leaves a star
- that presumably symbolizes religious faith. The daughter is
- thereupon declared magically transformed, with no more evidence
- of her new goodness than of her old badness.
- </p>
- <p> Carousel sentimentalizes the redemptive power of parenthood
- for Billy, a pettish, self-pitying idler and punk whom Hayden
- plays with an early-Brando sneer. Becoming a father may not
- make an abusive husband saintly; it often just gives him a new
- victim to pummel. A compelling actor, Hayden is not enough of
- a singer--he loses his way rhythmically and sounds faint in
- the score's one modernist number, the anthemic Soliloquy ("my
- boy Bill"), which ends the first act. Sally Murphy is too bland
- to evoke sympathy as Billy's doormat of a wife, who can't see
- she's better off without him until after he's dead.
- </p>
- <p> The music in Carousel is lovely but corny. Anyway, the essence
- of a book musical is the book. Hammerstein's protege Stephen
- Sondheim has said even the best musicals have a life of a few
- decades. Carousel is proof: it's stale.
- </p>
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- </body>
- </article>
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