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- THEATER, Page 80Gorgeous Fun, but Not Funky By William A. Henry III
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- BLACK AND BLUE
- Conceived by Claudio Segovia and Hector Orezzoli
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- Infuse a 1940s Harlem nightclub act with a Busby Berkeley
- film's lavish budget, elbow room and staging style, restrain the
- raunch and remove the racial bitterness. The result: Black and
- Blue, the sumptuously spectacular $5 million revue that opened last
- week on Broadway. If Fred and Ginger had been black and still able
- to live in that elegant fantasy world, their shows might have
- looked a lot like this: rows of tap dancers in tailcoats or scarlet
- evening gowns; vast sets like lacquered jewel boxes gliding across
- the floor and opening to reveal a kick line; a singer in a swing,
- wearing a cloak that billows 18 ft. down to the floor.
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- Is the experience authentic? Can the blues be legitimately sung
- for 2 1/2 hours with barely a glimmer of rage or pain? Would W.C.
- Handy and Fats Waller recognize anything except their own music?
- In truth, not much that is funky survives the onslaught of feathers
- and sequins. During I Can't Give You Anything but Love, a song
- about poverty, the stage is aswirl with what looks like gold and
- diamonds. The title number, which was wrenchingly performed this
- season in Ain't Misbehavin', is used here to bring on a choral
- stomp. Almost perversely, the blues, an art rooted in specific
- American history, is methodically detached from its context, as if
- the past were so much soil to be brushed from the roots of an
- ornamental shrub destined for transplant.
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- Yet as a showcase for remarkable performers and the visual
- panache of its creators, Claudio Segovia and Hector Orezzoli (Tango
- Argentino, Flamenco Puro), this is gorgeous and joyous
- entertainment. And in its reverence for veteran talents, the kind
- who have bounced from headlining to working as kitchen help and
- back again, the show is faithful to the folkloric traditions of
- tap, jazz and blues.
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- Ruth Brown, who can still shout down the rafters in St. Louis
- Blues, shows her kittenish side and trademark mock anger in the
- double entendre If I Can't Sell It, I'll Keep Sittin' on It. Her
- husky, lisping Body and Soul, however, comes off as a Carol
- Channing impersonation. Linda Hopkins, a 1972 Tony winner (Inner
- City), finds dignity in Come Sunday but loses it in her gleeful
- giggling about wife beating in T'aint Nobody's Bizness if I Do.
- While Carrie Smith displays a howitzer voice in I Want a Big Butter
- and Egg Man, she overdecorates the end of Am I Blue and dissipates
- the emotional payoff. All three, given their ample proportions,
- should have questioned the white feathered dresses for the finale
- that make them look like ostriches with glandular problems.
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- The dancing opens with a traditional tap challenge, each man
- showing his best stuff in turn. Savion Glover, 15, who enacted The
- Tap Dance Kid on Broadway in 1983, is predictably upstaged by such
- snowy-haired hoofers as Bunny Briggs, Lon Chaney and Ralph Brown.
- Glover reappears in a breakneck gymnastic number, hopping up and
- down stairs, while his elders return in slow, sentimental sequences
- to demonstrate the traditional tap presumption that less can be
- more. That is in contrast to the basic notion of Black and Blue,
- which seems to be that more is more. Yet in the understated moments
- when the stage is all but bare save for a performer at home with
- his craft, the show attains magic that could satisfy the haut monde
- and Harlem alike.