The Lusty Month of May

Tra la! It’s May!
The lusty month of May!
That lovely month when ev’ryone goes
Blissfully astray.

And you know what, Alan Jay Lerner is right on the money. There’s something about this month that rejuvenates a person. Obviously, it’s the better weather and the move from the dull and grey winter into the explosive fresh colorings of spring. Oh, but it’s good to be alive!

While on the topic, I may not particularly care for Camelot, but I do admire the Lerner and Loewe score very much. There are huge book problems which I can’t help overlook, and truth be told, I’ve never been sympathetic toward Guenevere and Lancelot. Sorry, but I’m in Arthur’s corner all the way. And someone as likable as he shouldn’t be treated the way he is. I know, it’s a part of the legend, but doesn’t mean I care for how its adapted. That original cast album, by the way, is a treasure and should be in everyone’s collection. (We won’t discuss that lugubrious mess that passes for its film adaptation). You can also catch the show live on PBS on May 8 when it’s presented by the NY Philharmonic at Avery Fisher Hall in Lincoln Center. The cast includes Gabriel Byrne, Marin Mazzie, Christopher Lloyd, Nathan Gunn, Stacy Keach, Bobby Steggert, Christopher Sieber and Fran Drescher as Morgan Le Fay (really…?). I’ll be watching from home, if at all.

Happy May Day, everyone!

On the next Arrested Development…

Arrested Development is my favorite TV show. If you knew me during its run, you already knew that. I was more than obsessed, I was an activist for this brilliant comedy throughout its three seasons. I didn’t catch the pilot, I picked up on the show on its third episode or so and wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it on the first go. However, I was compelled to watch it again and I quickly discovered the genius in the writing, in the acting (what impeccable casting), in the direction and in the narration.

Following the Bluth family’s exploits became my weekly haven for comedy. It aired on Sunday nights after The Simpsons and was an underdog from the get-go. In spite of critical plaudits and numerous awards, the show couldn’t gain an audience. The ratings remained incredibly low for the entire three season run until Fox gave up. Though it seemed more like Fox hadn’t a clue as to how to market the show (which probably would have had a definitive popular run had it aired on HBO or Showtime from the beginning). In spite of an Emmy win for Best Comedy Series, the network officials petered out on the final season, switching the show around, pulling it from the air without a moment’s notice (which was incredibly unfair to those of us who arranged their entire work schedule around the airing of this show), reducing what would turn out to be the final season to 13 episodes, and in a final burst of glory, aired the last four episodes in a marathon opposite the opening ceremonies of the 2006 Winter Olympics.

In what is my lone TV obsessive phase, I became ardently supportive of the show. I had AIM and livejournal icons, a post in my AIM profile about it, turned off my phone, and threw the phone at anyone who got between me and the TV screen. I even signed those asinine online petitions that aren’t read by anyone just so I could honestly say how much I appreciated and fought for this little show that could. I own all three boxed sets on DVD. Others I know became more interested in the show after it aired as a result of its exposure in the video format. I know I need to replace season 2 as a result (who leaves DVDs out of the case?)

In talking about the show, its catchphrases, its incredible moments of awkward and its penchant for the effectively absurd (it had its own bizarre logic, but boy did that logic work), I still crack up. It’s hard to pinpoint what I think is the best part of the show. I adore the characters, their quirks and the performances by the actors who played them. Though special mention to Jessica Walter for the most refreshing take on the overbearing matriarch. (And Jason Bateman as Michael the lone voice of reason, David Cross‘ sexually ambiguous Tobias, Michael Cera‘s awkward George Michael, Jeffrey Tambor as George and his twin brother Oscar, Henry Winkler as the clueless family attorney and it goes on and on and on…). Oh and I could go on about the guest characters (Liza Minnelli getting the dizzies anyone?), the recurrent plot points (“I may have dabbled in a little light treason”), the thinly veiled incestuous humor, and just the completely random bits (the chicken dances, loose seal, et al), but you’re much better off seeing it for yourself than reading about it from here.

I have just read recently that a film is in the works which would update us fans on the Bluth hijinks. I will not say anything more, since the series finale both tied up a surprisingly large amount of loose ends, but all the while opening a whole new floodgate of insanity. It was 53 episodes of sheer genius.

Though I love The Office and 30 Rock (the latter of which is the closest we have to AD today), neither come as close to my regard for Arrested. Here’s a very brief clip of one of my all-time favorite moments from this masterpiece:

This is my 100th post. I’m not sure if it’s a milestone, but I like to think it’s pretty cool.

Oh! And Happy Birthday to our fellow blogger Roxie!!

PS – Who would win – Violet Weston or Lucille Bluth…? I’d have to put my money on Lucille.

Quote of the Day #2

Ms. Smith gets another mention today from her second page:

I DON’T want to get silly here but must confess that seeing the incredible “South Pacific” revival at Lincoln Center is akin to having a true spiritual experience. I was never a big Rodgers/Hammerstein fan, but this time I was felled with emotion and appreciation. Everything about this production is perfect, including Bartlett Sher’s direction and the sets of Michael Yeargan. The music is more stunning than ever.

When it became the only musical to win all four Tonys for acting back in 1949 . . . when it was nominated for nine Tonys and won all . . . when it went on to nab the Pulitzer in 1950 . . . when it ran for five years – I was indifferent. Not anymore. This is a masterpiece. It seems to mean much more now, and its evocation of World War II is deeper. The moral lessons of racism seem even more apt. I salute one and all but especially Kelli O’Hara as the navy nurse Nellie Forbush. I also loved the magnificent Paulo Szot as the French planter Emile de Beque; his character is written as being a bit tentative but not his singing.

You may have to wait to see this show because current audiences are mostly upscale, upper-middle-class, middle-aged enthusiasts who support Lincoln Center. But young people and even kids are coming. Get in line! Don’t miss it! The revival experience of a lifetime – and with that other revival experience of a lifetime, “Gypsy,” also playing right now – well, that’s really saying something. Both shows are incomparable. I would hate to have to choose between them.

Quote of the Day

From Liz Smith’s gossip columnin today’s NY Post:

IN HIS review of “Gypsy” on Broadway, the Times critic Ben Brantley noted that the star Patti LuPone had gotten her role down so brilliantly that “she had made me eat my hat.” Previously, he’d given her a lukewarm review.

Indeed, after he saw Patti blow the audience away at the St. James Theatre, Brantley gave her the rave she deserved. The next day she sent him a chocolate cowboy hat in a deluxe hat box, with the note, “I hope you’re laughing.”

The overture is about to start

One of the reasons I loved the revival of South Pacific was its fearless use of the entire original overture. The overture, designed originally to play before a show to allow late-comers to be seated before the start of the show, has diminished in use these days, with many shows either opening cold or offering a very brief musical prelude before the start.

I love the overtures. They set a tone for the evening; they allow you to be introduced to musical themes and phrases from within the show and to get a feel for the size and scope of the orchestra and orchestrations. It’s the foreplay. What follows is the sex. It can be long, short, pleasant, exuberant, boring or just downright awful. It’s a part of the experience and I wish that more shows would continue to use them.

My first day of American Musical Theatre class in college, my professor, Stephen Kitsakos, played three as an example to give us a feel for the unending horizons of the musical landscape, as well as use it for a successful introduction to the class. The three he played were The Who’s Tommy, A Little Night Music and Guys and Dolls, (though he actually didn’t use the original overture for the latter, but “Runyonland” from the revival cast recording). When I became his TA I always wanted to toss in some of the ones listed below, but then again I’m always biased towards the greats. But I knew then that I was going to enjoy his class immensely, which I did.

Many of the great overtures are present on their cast albums. Some are truncated due to due the time contraints of the LP but odds are you can find a complete recording out there somewhere. Other recordings, such as Darling of the Day and On a Clear Day You Can See Forever, combined the overture and entr’acte for the cast recording (mostly an RCA practice). The original Mack and Mabel, a Gower Champion-directed production (who rarely used a traditional overture in his musicals) opened with a brief fanfare of “I Won’t Send Roses.” When they recorded the cast album, the entr’acte was recorded for the overture. The piece became overwhelmingly popular when Torvill and Dean used it for the 1982 World Championships, where they won the gold medal and ever since, the entr’acte is now officially the show’s overture.

Some of my favorites (alphabetically):

Candide
Funny Girl
Gypsy
High Spirits
Irma La Douce
Kismet
The Light in the Piazza
A Little Night Music
Mame
My Fair Lady
On the Twentieth Century
110 in the Shade
Pipe Dream
The Rothschilds
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
South Pacific

Yours?

Another "Coco" article…

Again from the San Francisco Chronicle (SFGate.com):

‘Coco’s’ music of chance
Edward Guthmann
Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Resurrecting “Coco” from the dead required ingenuity and detective work. According to Greg MacKellan, 42nd Street Moon’s co-artistic director, the show was never registered with Samuel French, Inc., or any other company that licenses performing rights for plays and musicals.
“We had to go to (lyricist) Alan Jay Lerner’s attorney to acquire the rights,” says MacKellan. Lerner died in 1986. “Unfortunately, no orchestrations existed and no piano score. There were a few songs published as sheet music, but they didn’t always match the routines in the show. There’s also some music in the show that’s not on the cast album.”

Luckily, the late Hershy Kay, orchestrator for the 1969 Katharine Hepburn production, had bequeathed a lot of piano vocal material to the Irving S. Gilmore Music Library at Yale University. Michael Horsley, 42nd Street Moon’s musical director, patched it all together, in some cases transcribing melodies and orchestrations from the “Coco” CD when he couldn’t find them in Kay’s papers.

“Fortunately,” MacKellan says, “the script was complete. We were also able to get the stage manager’s script from Lerner’s attorney.”

MacKellan says he always wanted Andrea Marcovicci to play Coco. She’d started her cabaret career at the Plush Room in the mid-’80s, played several starring roles at American Conservatory Theater in the early ’90s and headed the 42nd Street Moon production of “On a Clear Day You Can See Forever” in 1999.

When Hepburn sang the score, it was in the talk-singing idiom that Rex Harrison used in “My Fair Lady.” “We’re bringing the music back to the musical,” Marcovicci, 59, said at a recent “Coco” rehearsal. “No offense to Madame Hepburn, (but) there were very few of the melodies that she was able to actually deliver.”

Chanel’s emotional palette will also change in this production, Marcovicci promises. “From what I’m gathering of the Hepburn performance, she felt the defiance in the character. But the character is rich with pain, loss, ambivalence, joy, flirtatiousness, need, love. Every emotion under the sun. And defiance.”

Marcovicci had hoped to wear vintage Chanel onstage, but the Chanel organization declined to loan any clothes for this production. Instead, she says, “I am wearing vintage pieces from my own collection (including Givenchy, Valentino). And I’m wearing very serious pieces of costume jewelry from the ’30s through the ’50s.”

"Coco" receiving San Francisco revival

From the San Francisco Chronicle (SFGate.com):

‘Coco’ lives on (without Kate)
Edward Guthmann, Chronicle Staff Writer
Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Katharine Hepburn had no delusions about her singing voice. When she starred in “Coco,” her first and only Broadway musical, the actress was characteristically blunt about her performance. “I sound like Donald Duck,” she said when she heard the cast album.

That’s the way Rene Auberjonois, Hepburn’s co-star in the 1969 musical about French fashion designer Coco Chanel, remembers it. “Singing was not her strong suit,” he said in a recent phone interview. “She loved challenges and she trained very hard. But she couldn’t really do it.”

The critics agreed and yet, because of Hepburn’s star power the show became a media event and played to full houses. When Hepburn left the show in summer of 1970, however, and French actress Danielle Darrieux stepped in, “Coco” quickly closed. Apart from a summer stock tour in the early ’70s with Ginger Rogers, “Coco” has never been revived and is remembered, if at all, as miscalculated and overblown.

That didn’t stop Greg MacKellan, co-artistic director of 42nd Street Moon, a San Francisco stage company that specializes in obscure or little-seen musicals. Convinced that the show’s merits had been buried under Hepburn’s force of personality – “She was a great Hepburn, but not the ideal person to play Coco Chanel” – MacKellan set out to exhume “Coco” from its long interment.

MacKellan felt there was “a lovely score” by Andre Previn that had been scaled back to accommodate Hepburn’s musical limitations; in some cases, the melodies were dropped altogether. He also believed that the lyrics and book by Alan Jay Lerner (“My Fair Lady”), which situates Chanel in 1953 and 1954, when at 71 she attempts a comeback, were undervalued.

The 42nd Street Moon production, directed by Mark D. Kaufmann and starring Andrea Marcovicci as Chanel, opens Saturday at the Eureka Theatre for a two-week run. It’s a different species altogether from the unwieldy leviathan that starred Hepburn. Whereas the Broadway company had 40 performers, including a singing chorus separate from a dancing chorus, MacKellan’s “Coco” utilizes 15 cast members. Compared to the Broadway original, which cost $900,000, a Broadway record for its time, this incarnation is an intimate chamber piece. A piano is the only accompaniment, and the performers sing without mikes.

In retrospect, it’s stupefying that anyone envisioned Hepburn in a Broadway musical. Listening to the cast album is painful: In order to be heard above the orchestra, Hepburn bleats and shouts and Donald Ducks her way through the songs, obliterating any nuance or trace of pathos.

But Kate isn’t totally to blame. “Andre Previn was very, very upset about the way it was being recorded and by how much was being left out of the recording,” remembers Auberjonois. “At the time, you could only get a certain amount onto an LP record. In fact, they ended up compressing some of it so that we’re all singing faster than we sang in real life.”

If Hepburn’s musical abilities were deficient – nonexistent, really – her personal style was also a bad fit for her icon-of-glamour character. With her tomboy’s stride and her penchant for baggy gabardine trousers, sandals and high-necked shirts, Hepburn was anything but a fashion plate. “What I dread is dressing up,” she told Newsweek prior to the show’s opening. “I feel like Martha Washington.”

In retrospect, Kate-does-Coco makes as much sense as Courtney Love in a revival of “Hello, Dolly!” “When they told Coco Chanel that Hepburn was going to play her, she was thrilled,” MacKellan says, “because she thought they were talking about Audrey Hepburn. When she learned that it was Kate Hepburn she actually got very upset and refused to do any more for the show.”

It was Lerner who believed Hepburn was a plausible choice for “Coco,” and saw in her a defiance and originality that matched Chanel’s. “He and Hepburn were very friendly,” MacKellan says, “and they’d have parties and he’d convince her to sing a little. He’d say, ‘You should do a musical.’ And Hepburn would say, ‘If you ever get the right part, maybe I’ll consider it.’ “

During the ’50s and ’60s, a lot of non-singing actors and actresses were stretching their theatrical limbs in musicals. Vivien Leigh starred in “Tovarich,” Robert Ryan did Irving Berlin’s “Mr. President” and Anthony Perkins warbled in the short-lived “Greenwillow.” Rex Harrison had an enormous success in “My Fair Lady,” largely because he didn’t sing the role of Henry Higgins, but rather talk-sang it.

“Coco” rehearsals were embattled from the get-go, says Auberjonois. The British director, Michael Benthall, “was a friend of Kate’s but he was past his prime and really way over his head. The show was really directed by Michael Bennett, the choreographer.

Auberjonois played Sebastian Baye, a flamboyant costume designer and Coco’s nemesis. During rehearsals, he says, “Whenever I would do something outlandish or think up a piece of business, (Benthall) would say, ‘No no no, dear boy. You can’t do that.’ And Kate would say, ‘What are you talking about? He’s the only amusing thing in the show!’

“Kate would protect me and I give her full credit for allowing the role to become something that could be nominated for a Tony award.” In fact, Auberjonois won the award as featured actor in a musical, and was launched on a still-active career. He played in the Broadway musicals “Big River” and “City of Angels” and the TV series “Benson,” “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine” and “Boston Legal.”

Hepburn never bullied her fellow actors, Auberjonois says, “but she was a terrible bully to the producers and to (costume designer) Cecil Beaton. If you read his autobiography, it’s devastating what he says about Hepburn. They had a real hate on for each other.” In his posthumously published diaries, Beaton called Hepburn an “untamed dog,” an “egomaniac” and “the most bossy of schoolteachers.”

Often, Hepburn gave Auberjonois a lift in her chauffeur-driven car, since he lived close to her East 49th Street house. “She would always make me come in and sit downstairs with her in the kitchen while she ate dinner after the show, and I would have ice cream with her. She was terrific. She was very kind to me.

“It was great to work with her. She set up this thing with me that whoever made a mistake or flubbed a line owed the other person $10. She would come stomping up the stairs to my dressing room with her hair rolled up in little pieces of newspaper and say, ‘Rene! Rene!’ She would come into my dressing room and pound the table and put a $10 bill down.

“Of course I needed the money and she didn’t,” Auberjonois says. “So I never made a mistake. It might have been her way of giving me a tip.”

Coco:

Previews Thursday and Friday. Opens Saturday and runs through May 11. Eureka Theatre, 215 Jackson St. $22-$38. (415) 255-8207. www.42ndstmoon.org.

Where in the World is Lee Venora…?

As I listen to my ipod shuffle, Lee Venora‘s renditions of various songs from the Lincoln Center revivals of Kismet and The King and I keep popping up. I begin to wonder whatever happened to her. Her voice is a thrilling and grand operatic lyric soprano that just somehow manages to surpass that of Doretta Morrow (being a remarkable singer herself, no disrespect is intended), the singing actress that originated the roles of Marsinah and Tuptim. Hearing Venora take on the final ascending line of “My Lord and Master” is nothing short of breathtaking; or listening to how she takes the final solo reprise of “And This is My Beloved” and completely makes you forget anyone else ever in existence ever sang that song.

Her musical theatre record credits aren’t many: she recorded these two albums, the OBCR of Kean (on which she sings “Willow, Willow, Willow”, Wright and Forrest’s haunting musical setting of Othello’s “Willow Song”) and as Carrie on a studio cast album of Carousel, with Alfred Drake and Patrice Munsel in the leads. (The latter has never been released on CD). There’s also an easy-listening album of Show Boat, but I wonder if anyone’s ever heard that. My searches online are coming up with absolutely nothing, except that she has sung the role of Mimi in La Boheme and was also a soloist on various classical recordings, most notably Leonard Bernstein’s Mahler’s Symphonies.

One the Classiest Acts Around…

Tonight, I was browsing around aimlessly when I saw recent headlines about Cate Blanchett insisting on attending the 2020 arts summit in Australia, in spite of the fact she had given birth to her third son only a few days prior. To top it off, she brought little Ignatius along and as the little guy slept, he managed to steal the show (and Cate was given the moniker “Superwoman” by friend Hugh Jackman). It’s also a testament to her status as an actress vs. a celebrity. While she still can work a red carpet like the best of them, she’s not about to sink to others’ levels by hawking overpriced photos of her off-spring for the highest bidder. All the while managing to give superlative performances on film and onstage in varying genres; defying categorization or typing. And all the while doing it brilliantly and making it seem effortless. I kick myself for missing her Hedda at the Brooklyn Academy of Music a couple years back. Hopefully she’ll make a Broadway appearance one of these days. Until then, perhaps we should all save our pennies and see her in A Streetcar Named Desire when she plays Blanche in August 2009 at the Sydney Theatre Company.

So in my first count-down…

10 Random Reasons to love Cate Blanchett:

10. She’s not pimping out her newborn baby to the tabloids for exorbitant sums.
9. She’s in the upcoming Indiana Jones film. And she’s a complete bad-ass.
8. She practically fell out of her chair in excitement when Marion Cotillard won the Oscar this year.
7. She made a cameo in Hot Fuzz.
6. She played Bob Dylan. Probably better than anyone else could have.
5. She’s played Elizabeth I, Katharine Hepburn and Galadriel.
4. Unlike many others, she has not forsaken the stage.
3. She’s one of the most ridiculously talented people ever.
2. She’s an ardent supporter of the arts in her native Australia.
1. She’s Cate Blanchett. Period.