Cream of the NYC crop

Boy was it hard to leave New York City. The day after I arrived, the city was hit by a nor’easter (a nice name for a Category 2 hurricane-type storm) that dumped, so I’m told 5 ½ inches of rain on the city in one day. Most of it, I believe, was in my shoes (which were ruined, in case you care).

But by the end of the week, the weather had turned into glorious spring. The pear blossoms on West 69th Street had blossomed, and even the waiters at the legendary Broadway diner the Edison Café were nice (actually, they were rude and unhelpful).

Even a hurricane, sorry, nor’easter, couldn’t keep me from the theater. My first show, a Sunday matinee, was at the Belasco Theatre for a revival of R.C. Sherriff’s 1928 play Journey’s End.

This seems as good a place as any to begin my review of the Broadway shows I sampled. Today I’ll talk about the best three shows (of eight) I saw. Check back later this week to hear about the others.

Journey’s End is an extraordinary play about life in a dark (and we’re talking DARK) trench in France during World War I. Sherriff, a veteran of the war, was a British insurance salesman who turned his life experience into a play – an extraordinary play that sidesteps politics and goes straight into the heart of soldiers preparing for battle.

It’s almost impossible – at least it was for me – not to think about soldiers in Iraq while watching British hunk Hugh Dancy (the tormented captain), Boyd Gaines (a truly great performance as the older, wiser lieutenant), Stark Sands (as the earnest newbie) and Jefferson Mays (as the crackerjack cook).

Director David Grindley’s production is dimly lit but extraordinary, and I wouldn’t be surprised if regional theaters around the country start “rediscovering” the play after its current Broadway exposure.

The biggest surprise of the week was how much I liked the revival of Stephen Sondheim and George Furth’s Company starring Raul Esparza as Bobby (below), the perennial bachelor surrounded by an assortment of wry, bitter married friends.

This is director John Doyle’s second Sondheim done in the typical Doyle fashion. Like Sweeney Todd before it, the actors also serve as the orchestra. Here, that means all the married people play instruments, while bachelor Bobby plays nothing but the kazoo (until his breakthrough number, “Being Alive,” which he begins by playing the piano at long last).

I heard complaints that the supporting cast was wan, but I thought they were terrific, especially Barbara Walsh (delicately sidestepping Elaine Stritch’s formidable shadow) as Joanne and Elizabeth Stanley (with her deer-in-the-headlights face) as April.

But it’s Esparza’s warmth and humor that creates a vibrant center around which the show swirls. This is the first time I’ve seen Company that matched the production I envisioned in my head every time I listened to the original cast album (and I listened to that album a lot). If you read previous blogs, I dogged Esparza on the new cast album, but after seeing his performance and having him spit on me (I was in the third row center), I have no complaints.

And now to the reason I planned the trip to New York in the first place: Spring Awakening. My expectations were high, which is never a good thing. Expectations only lead to inevitable disappointment. Having been a huge fan of Duncan Sheik since Day 1 and of the original cast album since its release last December, I suspected I would love the show.

And so I did. But here’s the really good news: the show is even better than I had imagined. Sheik’s music and Steven Sater’s lyrics as well as his adaptation of the Franz Wedekind play of the same name combine to create the most pleasing pop-rock score to come from a Broadway show (OK, it’s not a long, distinguished list, but still).

The show has been beautifully and rigorously directed by Michael Mayer and choreographed by Bill T. Jones, and the young cast (all in their 20s or younger) is extraordinary. This is one of those cases of musical alchemy – all the right ingredients coming together to create something new. There are whiffs of Rent here and there, but on the whole, the music is far more appealing and the story more genuinely moving (which is to say not nearly as maudlin).

And I’ll even go so far to say that this is the best musical adaptation of a play since My Fair Lady.

I could go on and on about the actors, but let me just say that the Jonathans _ Gallagher Jr. and Groff _ as Moritz and Melchior respectively are extraordinary, and Lea Michele as Wendla has a stunning voice (as does the entire cast). I also have to mention Jonathan B. Wright as Hanschen, a lad with a healthy opinion of himself. Wright is hilarious (and for some reason, his name was left off the CD insert on the original cast recording) and deeply strange at the same time. A great combo.

Spring Awakening is moving in ways I didn’t expect, and I find myself returning to the cast album again and again.

1 thought on “Cream of the NYC crop

  1. Good to hear about Spring Awakening, it sounds like it has strong potential to build a loyal following…

    And I’ve always been interested to see Company, I’ve heard it’s really good.

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