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- <title>
- Dec. 20, 1993: The Arts & Media:Theater
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Dec. 20, 1993 Enough! The War Over Handguns
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA, Page 66
- Theater
- Finally Ready For Her Close-Up
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p>Somewhere between London and Los Angeles, the musical Sunset
- Boulevard has found its way
- </p>
- <p>By William A. Henry III
- </p>
- <p> When Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical retelling of the Hollywood
- film noir classic Sunset Boulevard made its debut in London
- in July, audience response was respectful but restrained. The
- staging that opened in Los Angeles last week had playgoers shouting
- with delight. Part of the difference may be the American propensity
- for public exuberance; some is surely the special joy Angelenos
- derive from a sly, knowing look at the gritty world of make-believe
- that dominates their local commerce. But the major reason is
- that the creators have at last figured out what the show is
- meant to be--a comedy, not a tragedy.
- </p>
- <p> In London the forgotten silent-film star Norma Desmond skulked
- around her overdecorated mansion like a female Phantom of the
- Opera, remote and unreachable. In Los Angeles, even as she rages
- like a deranged diva, she shows endearing glints of awareness
- of her own tawdry emotional blackmail. A single image encapsulates
- the difference. When London's Norma, Patti LuPone, got her seedy
- protege back, by a suicide attempt, she collapsed into his arms
- in maudlin gratitude. The Los Angeles incarnation, Glenn Close,
- ends the act by lifting her bandaged arms above his embracing
- form, her fingers curving like talons to take him in. The former
- evoked weakness and despair, the rewrite an eerie grin.
- </p>
- <p> The reconception involves very little change in the text--some tinkering and one new song--but a top-to-bottom rethinking
- of attitude. The intention of composer Lloyd Webber, lyricist-librettists
- Don Black and Christopher Hampton, choreographer Bob Avian and
- director Trevor Nunn was always to echo Billy Wilder's astringent
- film. In London, however, the team confused fidelity to the
- plot with fidelity of tone.
- </p>
- <p> Wilder first envisioned beginning in a morgue with sheet-covered
- bodies speaking in voice-over. Although that scene did not wind
- up in the movie, it helps explain why Sunset Boulevard can be
- called the film that invented camp. Egomaniacal Norma, her slavish
- chauffeur Max (who turns out to be her former director and ex-husband)
- and down-and-out screenwriter Joe Gillis, who falls into her
- orbit out of sympathy and a love of luxury, are all a bit ridiculous.
- Where the London staging took them seriously, the Los Angeles
- rethink sends them up. Yet it wisely manages to make them more
- likeable as well, so that the doomy ending retains genuine sadness.
- </p>
- <p> Both LuPone and her London paramour Kevin Anderson seemed miscast.
- In fairness, LuPone would fare much better in the Los Angeles
- version. She is a skilled comic actress with an innate instinct
- for emotional excess. But in an ongoing dispute over who will
- play the role on Broadway, Close has three big advantages. She
- is physically much more plausible as a legendarily beautiful
- face. She approaches the role as a dramatic experience rather
- than as scenes leading up to show-stopper songs. Most important,
- she uncorks an almost slapstick comic inventiveness.
- </p>
- <p> The one downside is that her singing voice, while warm and true,
- does not extract nearly as much angst or musicality as LuPone
- does from the anthems With One Look and New Ways to Dream. Lloyd
- Webber's music, as usual, has the lush extravagance and candy-box
- prettiness of Puccini, with themes repeated often enough to
- ensure their hummability. Though no single number has the pop
- allure of Memory or The Music of the Night, the score is probably
- his most coherent and effective.
- </p>
- <p> If Norma propels the score, Joe Gillis carries the story. In
- London, Anderson seemed bloated and corrupt long before Norma
- got to him. In Los Angeles, Alan Campbell's selling out is much
- more of an emotional journey. As Betty, the budding screenwriter
- with whom Gillis has a professional rebirth and fleeting flirtation,
- Judy Kuhn can do no wrong. As Max, George Hearn finds charm
- and humor in an all-but-monocled Prussian stereotype.
- </p>
- <p> The physical production is much the same, but the elaborate
- set movements mesh better. Designer John Napier has added one
- brilliant flash of wit. After Norma's epic mad scene ("I'm ready
- for my close-up"), a scrim falls and reveals an image of Close,
- looking girlish and made up in the beestung-lip style of the
- 1920s. It is, chillingly, the only time one sees Norma's legendary
- screen face.
- </p>
- <p> The transformation of a London also-ran into a Los Angeles landmark
- is proof that today's long process of development for musicals
- is sometimes worth the trouble. Sunset Boulevard is scheduled
- to open on Broadway a year from now, although there is talk
- of advancing it to this spring. As the show stands now, tomorrow
- would not be a day too soon.
- </p>
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- </article>
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