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- <title>
- Nov. 27, 1989: Warmed Over And Not So Hot
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- Nov. 27, 1989 Art And Money
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THEATER, Page 87
- Warmed Over and Not So Hot
- </hdr><body>
- <p>Broadway musicals freely filch, so why not from the best?
- </p>
- <p>By William A. Henry III
- </p>
- <p> Bertolt Brecht, who plucked plots from Shakespeare, Moliere
- and Farquhar, reportedly said the best writers never borrow;
- they always steal. Brecht's error was limiting his dictum to the
- best writers. The rest are equally ready to find inspiration
- where someone else found it before. This is especially true of
- writers of musicals: attempts at original stories have become
- all but unheard of. With six weeks left, the '80s have yet to
- yield a noteworthy American musical not derived from another
- source, whether fiction (Big River), folklore (Into the Woods),
- movies ("Nine") or a painting (Sunday in the Park with George).
- </p>
- <p> This adaptations-only rule has been in full force as five
- song-and-dance spectaculars in rapid succession have reached
- the Broadway stage. Grand Hotel, which opened last week, and
- Meet Me in St. Louis are influenced by films that were in turn
- based on books. Gypsy, which also opened last week, stars Tyne
- Daly of TV's Cagney & Lacey in a revival drawn from the memoirs
- of stripper Gypsy Rose Lee. Prince of Central Park, which
- quickly closed, derived from a book that had also prompted a
- made-for-TV movie. Brecht's own The Threepenny Opera, featuring
- rock star Sting as the seductive villain Macheath, is freely
- filched from British satirist John Gay's 1728 The Beggar's
- Opera. Sad to say, although each show could boast ingenious
- design and staging or beguiling acting, far from the best
- writers have been at work.
- </p>
- <p> Gypsy, a slapstick but chilling portrait of the ultimate
- stage mother, faithfully evokes the original Jerome Robbins
- production, including, alas, the cutesy, numbers-strung-together
- Arthur Laurents libretto. If Daly cannot quite dislodge from
- memory the performances of Ethel Merman and Angela Lansbury,
- particularly not as a singer, she rivals them as a force of
- nature. Coarse, thoughtless, unscrupulous and fierce, her Mama
- Rose is nonetheless just likable enough to explain why two
- daughters and a surrogate husband stick around so long and
- forgive so much. Among supporting players, only Jonathan Hadary,
- as Rose's agent and lover, excels.
- </p>
- <p> Meet Me in St. Louis lacks the main asset of the 1944 film,
- Judy Garland, while shouldering its burden, the wan, uneventful
- plot. It seeks not only happy endings but also happy
- beginnings, happy middles, happy everything in between. Yet its
- charms include six songs from the film plus eleven more from the
- same team, Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane; a Disneyesque confection
- of Victorian houses; ice skating on a real-looking pond; a
- trolley that moves; and a lighted-up 1904 World's Fair.
- </p>
- <p> The Threepenny Opera originated as a leftist diatribe, and
- is even more of one in John Dexter's snarly, airless staging.
- Michael Feingold's translation claims to reflect more
- authentically the 1928 Berlin debut than the Marc Blitzstein
- version popularized in the '50s. It is surely less effective.
- For example, it freights the naive scrubwoman anger of Pirate
- Jenny with sophisticated detail that is out of character, and
- enervatingly transforms the last syllable of the second-act
- finale from a strident long vowel to a swallowed short one.
- Jocelyn Herbert's cumbersome set obstructs movement, draining
- energy. But emotion intensifies after a dozy first act. As a
- singer, Sting needs the help of a recording studio, although he
- summons at least a shadow of the requisite cavalier charm. The
- main virtue is Kurt Weill's indestructible score.
- </p>
- <p> Grand Hotel is set in the poshest spot in Berlin in 1928,
- the very year that Threepenny premiered. In this rarefied place,
- even victims are privileged: a bankrupt baron (David Carroll),
- an embattled industrialist (Timothy Jerome), a ballerina in
- decline (Liliane Montevecchi) and her dogsbody, a closet lesbian
- (Karen Akers). A dying accountant, played by Michael Jeter with
- a dazzling mix of febrile weakness and life-grabbing gusto, has
- enough money to live out his waning days in luxury, while a
- typist (Jane Krakowski) who moves from man to man always has her
- looks to fall back on.
- </p>
- <p> The libretto depends too heavily on whether the
- industrialist will turn crooked to save his neck (anyone can see
- he will) and on a love match between the baron and the ballerina
- that ends almost before it has begun. Director-choreographer
- Tommy Tune provides a pretentious last-minutes ballet between
- characters introduced as love and death. Despite these
- shortcomings, Grand Hotel is the musical winner of the season,
- bringing to mind, if not quite matching, the kinetic narratives
- of Harold Prince, Bob Fosse and Michael Bennett in their heyday.
- Tune takes a set more cluttered than Threepenny's -- fluted
- columns, a revolving door, dozens of chairs -- and weaves around
- it a ceaseless flow. If some of the wizardry is borrowed from
- bygone auteur directors, that is in keeping with the real
- meaning of Brecht's dictum: know enough to take the best from
- the best.
- </p>
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