Babette’s Feast--More Like a Famine

By Joseph Cervelli

In the program of the new play “Babette’s Feast” at the Theatre at St. Clement’s it is noted twice that the work written by Rose Courtney is based on the short story by Isak Dinesen and not the film. While I never read the book, but have seen the film many times and consider it a masterpiece covering so many topics, it is still difficult for me to think that Dinesen’s story would lack the beauty and contain the silly humor that is inherent in this greatly inferior interpretation. And that inferiority is evident in both writing and most of the performances. 

Directed more as a comedy by Karin Coonrod in a film adapted from the book it contained  subtle comedic moments that are now missing.

The book unlike the film which took place in Denmark is set in a small village in Norway in the 19th Century. The townspeople are very pious and luxury of any kind is looked down upon as an affront to their religious beliefs. Simplicity in life whether in their clothing or cooking is a necessity. The story centres around two sisters Martine (Abigail Killeen) and Philippa (Juliana Francis Kelly) who live together with their father until his passing  is a Protestant pastor. Through too much exposition from fellow cast members we learn about their youthful days (would have been more authentic if both young actresses were made to look a bit older when the play begins) when Martine is wooed by the dashing cavalry office Lowenhielm (Jeorge Bennett Watson) but marriage is out of the question knowing  her duty is to remain at home with her sister and father. Philippa with her beautiful voice could have been a famed opera star and is encouraged by the famed French opera singer Papin (Steven Skybell) to consider what could be an illustrious career. She, too, out of propinquity declines. 

The gist of the story is when a once famous chef from a renowned French restaurant  Babette (Michelle Hurst) becomes a refugee after her family is killed in a French counter revolution and she makes her way to Norway where she works for them free as a housekeeper and cook..While staying with them for many years she wins a lottery before and before considering back to France decides to make them the dinner she was famous for when she was the chef. 

The essence of what makes the story so appealing is how it transforms people and their beliefs over a period of time. I am sure the book and most definitely the film's filled with moments of humor and beauty combining kindness and harshness of life.  It delved into dedication and  devotion to what they believe to be their course in life. 

Sadly, the play conjures up none of that. Courtney has incorporated absurdly inane  moments with male actors overacting as females. Tender scenes especially when Babette receives the lottery ticket  should have be treated as a euphoric moment but is done in such a foolish manner with neighbours looking through their windows at her. 

Except for Kelly and Killeen who are quite good despite the poor adaptation,  the other performances are weirdly out of place. Not sure what Coonrod was thinking having them adapt such bizarre accents. Playing a multitude of roles one  actor sounds like someone from the deep south, another who isa mail carrier sounds  like he is from “Our Town”  and Watson speaking beautifully as the officer one moment and then in a crudely stereotypical less educated African-American accent as one of the village’s inhabitants proves almost offensive.  

Worst of all is the poorly conceived Babette as woefully played by a dour and expressionless Michelle Hurst. Babette is a shy woman who is uncertain of  new environment but has a firm but quiet dignity. There is a distance between her and the two sisters that eventually changes ever so slightly. Yet, here there is no connection between the three women. Hurst plays Babette with no emotion and even the scenes where she is preparing the food (only the elaborate set table is shown) should be done with such delicacy and exuberance  but that is non existent in this production. When the pivotal moment in the play should be the radiant expression of giving that she bestows on the two sisters when the food preparation is completed is all but lost so is the play. 

The entire production is misconceived which will bring  those who love “Babette’s Feast” to a state of anguish. 

Photos: Carol Rosegg

Tickets are available at The Theatre at St. Clement's 423 West 46th Street or by calling 212.239.6200. 

Good For Otto--Superlative Performances

By Joseph Cervelli

While David Rabe’s  latest play “Good For Otto” presented by The New Group at The Pershing Square Signature Center is very well written and, at times, quite affecting,  the major reason to see it is the superlative cast. The actors are so accomplished in their roles that it is one of the best ensembles I have seen this season. 

While the play which takes place in an out patient mental health facility near the Berkshire Mountains is absorbing and should keep your full attention for the nearly three hours, the problem is that it never really develops into a full fledged play mainly because there is no interconnection between the characters. This is especially the case at the end of the first act when you may find yourself asking, “Where’s the play?” In all fairness the second half while never fully coalescing is better. There are two or three scenes where the patients are all parading around singing which is gimmicky and you are not quite sure if this is actually taking place.  However,  by the play’s conclusion I felt the point was that there was hope for all of them and that some positive results will occur from their individual therapy sessions. 

Therapy sessions is what really rules this play. The always excellent Ed Harris portrays Dr. Michaels one of the therapists while the other is Amy Madigan as Evangeline. It is hard to get a good grasp on Evangeline. She is caring although at some pivotal movements during sessions tells patients rather abruptly that time is over. Yet, Michaels is suffering from his own demons besides having to help patients on the throes of  sorrow, despair and destruction.  At age nine he discovered his mentally ill mother who just  committed suicide. Throughout the play his deceased mom (Charlotte Hope) has conversations with him.  While bringing back the deceased works in some plays here I found it  to be a rather unnecessary contrivance. What makes less sense is when a young girl named Frannie of about 12 who is seeking help for being a cutter converses with Mom. She is brilliantly portrayed by Rileigh McDonald who gives one of the best performances I have seen, thus far, this season. Her searing emotions and frightening screams are incredibly realistic. Equally good is Rhea Perlman who is her foster mom at a loss how to help her.

It is a pleasure to see F. Murray Abraham in any show and he is terrific as Bernard an older man who had refused to get out of be bed for a long period of time. He speaks about his early childhood and how it has affected him today. Rabe under Scott Elliott’s caring and thoughtful direction has carefully dissected this character even more than the others. 

Another standout is Malik Pancholy as Alex a young gay man who is trying desperately to find love even if making up stories about meeting someone in a bar.

There is also Jerome (a fine Kenny Mellman) who shares a house with his mother and to keep from living on his own in the basement apartment keeps accumulating boxes of various items which he says won’t fit. A not very good excuse. 

Mark Linn-Baker is perfect as the socially inept Timothy who wants to make friends but unintentionally proves too pushy and becomes creepy in his approach although he is as gentle as his unseen hamster who has to undergo surgery. I never thought I would be so concerned  about a hamster but Linn-Baker is so adept in his beautifully conceived performance that you are rooting for this rodent to make a speedy recovery. 

There is also a strong indictment against insurance companies and the bureaucracy doctors have to go through to get the necessary  help between for their patients. There is a realistically upsetting interplay between Michaels and Marcy (Nancy Giles) who works for the insurance company involved and is only concerned with the cost to her company. 

While all the individual sessions are wonderfully told, not having even a few of the characters come together (I am confounded as to why Rabe did not have, at least, one or two group sessions) lessens the effect of this play. 

Derek McLane designed a large and antiseptic community room which works quite well.

Despite my reservations, the performances are of such a high  believable caliber it is most definitely worth a trip.

Tickets are available at the The Pershing Square Signature Centre 480 West 42nd Street or by calling 212.279.4200.

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Hello, Dolly!--Bernadette Peters Brings New Dimensions to the Iconic Role

By Joseph Cervelli

Let’s face it. When Bette Midler appeared in “Hello, Dolly!” at the Shubert Theater last season she was the show. Actually, they could have, as many did, called it “Hello, Bette!” She was most definitely fun even with her constant mugging.   She was having a ball and so were we. She did not try to upstage any of the other performers but when she was off the stage you secretly waited for her return which brought back memories of her “Divine Miss M” shows. In “Dolly” she sang adequately, danced adequately and acted fair enough. But she had a presence and you went with it. The one thing she really was not and c’mon you know you have to admit it--was Dolly Gallagher Levi. I have seen other actresses portraying the role including Carol Channing and they all had their own style but were Mrs. Levi. Midler went through the motions but never captured Dolly.   

Now, we are truly back in musical comedy heaven with Bernadette Peters starring in the lead role. From seeing Peters in more shows than I can recall I wondered how but never doubted that she could pull off the comedic components as that incomparable matchmaker. We know that she can sing and still does quite well and can dance very well but she brings this quintessential charm and humor that feel  so innate. Of course, few of her many other roles required that, but she is hilarious here whether speaking in a slightly squeaky voice or making pinched faces without stepping out of character. She is accomplished enough knowing exactly when to pull in those reins and let the other actors get their share of laughter.  When she is off the stage you miss her but are in full engagement with those other characters. 

Let’s just take a look at what makes Peters shine as well as she does. Is it the comedic turns in physical humor, such as, her chomping away on a turkey leg? Yes. Is it when she crouches down in feigned pain when being insulted by the curmudgeon Horace Vandergelder whom she wants to marry? Yes. But what I found in her multi-textured performance (never thought I would use that term in describing Dolly) are the quiet moments. She touches the heart just before she sings the show stopping “Before the Parade Passes By” when she speaks to her late husband telling him she will be joining the human race again.  You have heard that line so many times in previous actresses delivery but hers is said with moments of reflection. And even more touching was a scene I don’t even recall but it is Peters who makes  it more than it really is. She visits her old neighbourhood and  late husband’s store and without speaking just stares evoking wonderful memories.  She need not say anything for her posture and facial expression are visually striking. Even when she speaks to a woman whom she used to know it is done with heartfelt emotion. 

We come to appreciate the show even more now in other ways. Foremost is that we remember how marvelous the musical “Dolly” really is. The Michael Stewart book is witty and winning  while  the Jerry Herman tunes throughout epitomize what a musical should be. There are few songs in any show that are as ingratiating and uplifting as “Put on Your Sunday Clothes.” It has been over fifty years since I have first heard that song and I still get chills at the first chord (a big thanks to orchestrator Larry Hochman.) 

Besides the gorgeously saturated pastel colors of Santo Loquasto costumes and his eye popping sets there are some surprises with other cast members. Kate Baldwin as millinery shop owner Irene Molloy has really come into her own. We know from previous musicals what a mellifluous voice she has yet now her “Ribbons Down My Back” sounds even more vibrantly alive. While I always liked the song she gives more meaning it than on first viewing. 

There are several new additions. First and foremost is the always welcome Victor Garber as the malcontent Horace. I was not  particularly taken with David Hyde Pierce’s wooden and stuffy take on the role, but Garber is a joy. Horace may be a sourpuss but there is that spark when  reflecting on his youth that which Garber captures. 

And a real dynamo is British star Charlie Stemp as a worker in Vandergelder’s  shop. His bubbly personality matches his fanciful dancing and high kicks. Stemp starred in the London revival of the delightful “Half a Sixpence” that catapulted the career of Tommy Steele and was a hit on Broadway in the 60’s. Love to see him recreate that role on Broadway.

Gavin Creel whom I originally saw and was a standout as Cornelius Hackl, the other unhappy worker for the miserly Vandergelder, is on sick leave. Christian Dante White has taken over and while White has a sparkling personality and golden singing voice,  he tends  to push a bit too hard. Taking it down a notch would have helped his performance. 

Molly Griggs who portrays the very funny Minnie Fay (Molly’s shop assistant) is good but I do miss that extra zip Beanie Feldstein gave to the role. Feldstein made more of that character than another other Fay I have seen

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Everything in this new production just glistens and with the consummate Broadway performer Bernadette Peters one can again say it is “Nice to have you back where you belong!”

Tickets are available at the Shubert Theater 225 West 45th Street or by calling 212.239.6200.

In The Body of the World--A Portrait of Courage and Determination

By Joseph Cervelli

Writer/performer/activist Eve Ensler is responsible for the tremendously successful “The Vagina Monologues” which has been performed all over the world. Her new work“In The Body of the World” presented by the Manhattan Theater Club and at City Center Stage 1 chronicles her devastating battle with uterine cancer. It is an evening of such intensity told with such a forthright and heartfelt delivery by Ensler that you sit transfixed wondering how (and she does explain it) she dealt with this horrifying illness and what kept her spirits up. How she is able to perform this on a regular basis to audiences is a monumental achievement on her behalf.

Ensler who started V Day which is a day of protest against crimes against women begins by relating her visit to the Congo and the first story she tells is of an eight year old girl who could not stop urinating because of being repeatedly raped. Then goes on with an equally sickening  one about what occurred with an eighty year old woman. It is at this time she got her diagnosis which brought her to the Mayo Clinic. 

It is hard to believe that that the solo play has humor in it but it does which helps balance the pain that you feel for her ordeal. She calls the city of Rochester where Mayo is a “city of cancer” remarking about there being so many wig stores. 

She does describe in detail about what she had gone through and eventually ended up in two different NY hospitals for further treatment. Never once does she succumb to self pity even though amusingly she does wonder if  all the drugs and sex she was involved with in her youth had any direct influence or if not then how she lived through those younger days.  What makes the play work so beautifully is throughout she builds a kind of analogy between what she must endure which is to her not as severe as the atrocities women must endure in places like the Congo.  It is that steadfast dedication to help these women that kept her going through all her surgeries and subsequent treatment. 

There is one especially enlightening scene where in the hospital room there is  a large tree out her window. The superb projections are by Finn Ross. She watches it carefully through her radiation and chemo treatment and it comforts her knowing that as it blooms each season so will she get better for she must to help the women around the world who need her so desperately. 

Her relationships with her family were of little support with the memories of a father who raped her, a mother who she was never close to and now in the last stages of life and a sister she was never close to. 

But Ensler had the determination to go on despite all the odds. While “Monologues” was a play that was geared greatly towards women “Body” can deeply affect both genders. It was unfortunate that there were so few men in the audience when I attended. Here is a play that both men and women can share together. 

I recently read that “happiness is like moving on thin ice.” Ensler was most certainly in a precarious position but she fought to survive and we are thankful is continuing the work to help women whose lives would be forgotten if not for her. 

Tickets are available at Manhattan Theater Club at City Center Stage 1 or by calling 212.581.1212. As of this date the limited engagement ends March 25. 

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Cardinal--Painting the Town Red, Literally

By Joseph Cervelli

When the perky and frequently pesky Lydia Lensky (a somewhat shrill Anna Chlumsky) moves back to her town in upstate New York from spending time in Brooklyn she is quite astounded by the way her hometown has deteriorated. She comes up with the bright or, then again, not so bright idea of painting most of the town a red color to make it unique. Such is the premise of  Greg Pierce’s patchwork new play “Cardinal” at the Tony Kiser Theater. Pierce who was moderately more successful with his book to last season’s off Broadway musical “Kid Victory” finds himself here overwhelmed with ideas that go nowhere. There is an overabundance of thoughts that might be going on in Pierce’s mind but mapping them out into a play despite Kate Whoriskey’s capable direction falls flat and tiresome. 

The once prosperous town known for making axels  has gone downhill and according to Lydia the only way to make it what it once was was making it special. As she points out to the newly elected mayor Jeff Torm (a lumbering Adam Pally) who had an affair with her sister, two other cities did exactly the same--a Moroccan city became all blue and a Mexican one yellow.  Lydia may not be the perfect person to convince the people in the town for she has less than a stellar reputation when as a high school student destroyed a generator resulting in a city wide blackout. At a town meeting in the school gym she makes her pitch which seems to go over quite well. It seems that the mayor likes it so much that he goes to bed with her in a rather ineffectual scene that is only included to show that Lydia wants to get even with her sister for bedding Jeff. Jeff himself has emotional problems taking pills which sometimes makes him rather lethargic which does not help the momentum of this play which feels longer than its ninety minutes.

The only two people not so happy with this new development owner is bakery owner Nancy Prenchel (an excellent Becky Ann Baker) and her emotionally damaged son Nat (an equally fine Alex Hurt) who decide to leave the city despite the fact they have been living there for years. They are about the only two actors who give believable and full fledged performances. As they decide to leave the town (yes, it is eventually painted red) despite its attracting many visitors there is another conundrum. An Asian businessman Li-Wei Chen (Stephen Park) decides to run bus tours to the town to make quite a bit of money for himself and grown son Jason (Eugene Young.) It is at this juncture that the show becomes somewhat interesting when the inhabitants take a xenophobic turn to an outsider trying to make money off them. Things get worse with racial epithets and violence agains Jason. 

Derek McLane provided the rather bland set while Amith Chandrashaker’s bright red lighting covering the walls is effective. 

Pierce has written a mostly theoretical play about how ideas to help a deteriorating town can take a downward turn but never involves the audience which is its fatal flaw. The play should pack a potency and punch which it severely lacks.

Tickets are available at the Tony Kiser Theater 305 43rd Street or by calling 212.246.4422. 

Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

     By Joseph Cervelli

Just this past August playwright and founder of the Ensemble for the Romantic Century, Eve Wolf gave us the fascinating although rambling “Van Gogh’s Ear.” While beautiful to look it never made much of an impact on my senses. She is back with “Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein” at the Pershing Square Signature Center.  As with the previous production this one incorporates classical musical along with the mezzo soprano Krusty Swann whose gorgeous voice is one of the saving graces of another disjunctive written work which is less interesting than the playwright's previous one.   

Besides the heavenly Swann and compositions by Bach, Liszt and Schubert among others played with utmost talent by Kemp Jernigan (oboe); Steven Lin (piano) and Parker Ramsay (organ and harpsichord) there is the brilliant dancer Robert Fairchild who was with the New York City Ballet. Broadway audiences were lucky enough to have seen him in the glowing “An American in Paris” in which this terrific performer danced, acted and sang. Here he is this show’s major asset both as actor and choreographer but even he cannot save the mess of a script and having to act with three sluggish performers. 

We first see him amidst the excellent set design by Vanessa James and the even more astounding projections by David Bengali writhing in pain as electric currents (stunningly lit by Beverly Emmons)  are running through his body as he portrays the Monster created by Dr. Frankenstein (Paul Wesley). Wesley also plays the part of Percy Shelley along with another character. The problem is that he gives such a flat performance that it makes little difference which part he is playing for they all appear intertwined. He may be speaking such lines in describing his feelings in creating the Monster as “breathless horror and disgust filled my heart” as if he were reciting a shopping list. 

Worse yet is the completely emotionless and monotonous performance of Mia Vallet who portrays Mary Shelley. Her delivery  is equally done in a sedative like feel. And not far behind is the usually good Rocco Sisto who portrays two characters one being a blind man with equally dull rendition. 

So much of the storyline is staged by Donald T. Sanders with little sense of a coherence. First, the Monster appears to be normal then without any type of explanation he turns into a dangerous and killing creature.

Fortunately, there is incomparable dancing by Fairchild who blazes with adrenaline that gives the tentative spark that this show badly needs. I could have done without showing the murder of one of the three young boy characters at the end of the first act and his pulling the dead child across part of the stage at the beginning of the second act. One of the most displeasing and unnecessary scenes I have witnessed in recent memory.

Fairchild’s acting is done with sincerity and he convinces as the Monster but sadly he has no one to play off of.

You long for his dance moments and the thrilling Swann along with the musicians but have to deal with not only the pain of listening to dialogue delivered by three performers devoid of any conviction along with desultory writing and equally meandering direction.

Tickets are available at the Pershing Square Signature Centre 480 West 42nd Street or by calling 212.279.4200.

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Farinelli and the King--A Castrato Calms A Frenzied King 

By Joseph Cervelli

Those expecting something of a more historical nature in the London import “Farinelli and the King” playing a limited engagement at the Belasco Theater will be disappointed. This entertaining albeit lighthearted show written by Claire Van Kampen which deals with  the relationship between the mad  King Philippe V (Mark Rylance)  of Spain and the famed Italian castrato Farinelli (Sam Crane) touches the surface but never delves much deeper. While Crane speaks the part the remarkable singing is performed by countertenor Iestyn Davies at the performance I attended. James Hall alternates with him. 

Rylance who has one of them most expressive facial reactions of any actor around captures the fragility of the lonely and troubled soul of the king while being quite humorous. When he first appears as the King, he is in pajamas wheeled in his bed fishing in a bowl containing a single goldfish. Looking back on him years later,  it was later surmised he might have been bipolar. He can be zany one moment and then the next have the most outrageous and unwarranted outbursts of anger with an almost chilling affect. His devoted wife Queen Isabella Farnese (a persuasive Melody Grove) is Italian and finds herself at a loss in trying to help him although a perfectly cast Colin Hurley who portrays Don Sebastian De La Cuadra the Chief Minister of Spain hopes with the help of Dr. Jose Cervi (Huss Garbiya) to  get him to abdicate. Yet, as unbalanced as the king appears he is still lucid enough to not relinquish his throne. 

Isabella travels to London where the Royal Opera House of Covent Garden has just been built and Farinelli is the star attraction. Jonathan Fensom has skilfully designed the ornate set which seamlessly moves from outside the palace to backstage at the opera. It is here where Isabella hears the celebrated performer and convinces  him to return with her to Spain convinced his soothing mellifluous voice will have an advantageous effect on the frenzied king. Here is one of the most memorable moments in the show when Philippe first hears him sing. The frenetic king’s immediate impression of Farinelli is dismissive until he performs his first note. The sullen face of Philippe dissipates into a warm almost mesmerizing look. Suddenly, you can see the tension being released from his body. This is certainly Rylance at his best. And what adds to the scene is the gloriously evocative lighting by Paul Russell which is several candle lit chandeliers being raised and lowered throughout the show. Adding to that is the luxuriant  brocaded wardrobe by the U. K. costume coordinator Lorraine Ebdon-Price. 

The second act, unfortunately, adds very little to the storyline which cries out for some complex embroilments between the lead characters.  The King and Queen along with Farinelli retreat to the forest where they lead a silent life with little communication with others. Since there is not much that van Kampen has to say in this part of the play,  she has the audience become members of the village as Philippe interacts with a few of those seated near the stage while we  are there there to be entertained by Farinelli’s silvery voice. This scene which takes up almost all of the second act becomes a bit tedious after a while. It is only when Farinelli,  and here is where the fine Crane excels,  declares his love for Isabella. After she refuses his offer to run away with him, there is a gorgeous moment and one of the best in the play in which while Davies is singing that  Farinelli circles around the Queen creating  almost magnetic force field between them.  It is at this juncture in the play that director John Dove has finally created one of the most  profound moments in the play. 

There is a rather silly scene in which the King leaves the forest on horseback while being  pulled backwards.  And what is a severe letdown is when  we hear of  Philippe’s  demise rather than dramatizing it which could have been a wonderfully conclusive moment. While van Kampen’s quasi historical drama is enjoyable, the play ultimately leaves you unfilled. 

Tickets are available at the Belasco Theater 111 West 44th Street or by calling 212.239.6200. As of this date the limited engagement ends March 25. 

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