A Gorgeous Carousel Ride with a Beautiful My Fair Lady

img_7497The Review: Broadway’s Carousel and the Lincoln Center Theater’s My Fair Lady.

By Ross

It’s all about the girls. Oops, my apologies, I meant to say, young women that are headlining two musical revivals gracing Broadway this season. Both glorious, with one, Jessie Mueller, not surprisingly amazing, and Lauren Ambrose, throwing us all for a loop.  We all knew Mueller is graced with extraordinary musical chops, wowing us most wonderfully in Beautiful and Waitress, but most of us were unaware of Ambrose, unsure and wondering what the fuss was all about.  The powers that be have been trying to get her to headline a musical for a while, and I could never fully comprehend why.  She was wonderful in the television show, “Six Feet Under“, that we can all agree, and I always thought her acting ability was her finest strength, as did many of my followers and friends, so I was img_7498shocked as many of us were, to find out that maybe, she is much more of a singer than any of us could ever imagine. I mean, I saw her in Central Park in The Public’s Romeo and Juliet, playing a wonderfully gentle and fierce Juliet (and if my memory serves me correctly, I believe the rain came down on this lovebird just as she was swallowing her potion, and for that one night, as it was announced over the P.A. system, the two lovers would live, as the performance was halted) and she was also just as magnificent in LCT’s Awake and Sing! and Broadway’s Exit the King, but her vocal performance at the Lincoln Center Theater left me slack-jawed.

That being said, most musicals center their story and our gaze on the loverly female lead, especially these two old school musicals; the 1956 My Fair Lady and the 1945 Carousel. And in that focus, both of these gorgeous classic musicals, along with the later play, Children of a Lesser God, which is currently getting a lopsided revival at Studio 54, enter the Broadway scene sharing some problematic gender imbalances, awkward power dynamics, and abuse issues to figure out. And with the current #MeToo climate hanging over their concerned heads, both of these musicals delicately and intelligently found their way through the controversy, but sadly, Children did not. Check out my review of that play by clicking on the title to find out exactly why I would say such a thing.

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Lerner & Lowes My Fair Lady. Lauren Ambrose as Eliza Doolittle. Photo by Joan Marcus.

But in the land of classic Broadway musicals, the power dynamics and the ideas of control give pause to many when they think of a modern revival of My Fair Lady. The memorable musical is based on George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion, an equally famous play that I have never had the opportunity to see, with book and lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner and music by Frederick Loewe. I recently watched two uniquely different short one-act operas presented by the NYC Opera based on the same Greek myth of Pygmalion (Donizetti’s Il Pigmalione/Rameau’s Pigmalion) that gave Shaw his inspiration in hopes to find the essence of the story, only to find that the concepts presented add a complicated layer that isn’t so soothing to our present mindset.  In the myth (and within these two operas), a sculptor falls desperately in love with his perfectly created statue of a beautiful woman. The Gods, swayed by his adoration, bring the statue to life, and the love between them is powerful and unquestioned.  The newly created flesh and blood woman, naturally, falls in love with her creator, and the sculptor just has to open his arms for her to fall into. Abstractly, this is what Shaw brought into his Eliza Doolittle, quite ingeniously, as did Lerner and Loewe (Camelot, Gigi). The statue became a Cockney flower girl who takes speech lessons from the older and much wealthier professor Henry Higgins, a phoneticist, so that she may pass as a lady and he may win a bet. And they fall in love, or at least he thinks he does, but does she? That I must say is the question on everyone’s lips as the final scene approaches, but it is the romantic ideal that still prevails and how most want to see it end.

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Harry Hadden-Paton and Lauren Ambrose in MY FAIR LADY. Photo by Joan Marcus.

Ambrose is glorious in the part of Eliza Doolittle. “She’s so deliciously low! So horribly dirty!“, standing quite tall, eye to eye and at somewhat of an equal footing with the young and equally magnetic Harry Hadden-Paton (West End’s The Importance of Being Earnest, TV’s “The Crown“, “Downton Abbey“) as the stuffy and slightly arrogant Professor Henry Higgins. Their chemistry is strong, and although, as written, their interactions heavy with troubling dynamics of unequal power, the two, somehow, through their performance with assistance from some solid and smart editing and good casting choices, the production manages to not make it feel creepy or lecherous, like the thoughtless Children of a Lesser God. First off, giving the part of Higgins to a younger actor, with the solid acting skills of Hadden-Paton has done wonders to the dynamic, and as directed with a sheer genius by Bartlett Sher (Oslo, King and I), Ambrose delivers us a Doolittle that one doesn’t necessarily feel like she is in need of protection. Her father, a Mr. Alfred P. Doolittle, played hilariously by the wondrous Norbert Leo Butz (Broadway’s Big Fish, Catch Me If You Can, Signature’s The Whirligig) somehow, without him consciously and purposefully realizing it, created quite the fireball of a daughter.  He himself doesn’t do too bad either in his most magnificent performance; charming us quite devilishly with his wonderfully funny show stoppers. “With a Little Bit of Luck” has implanted in it that adorable little jig that is beyond description, telling us everything we need to know about this scalawag, and he does it with such charm and wonderment that it makes perfect sense that Higgins labels him the way he does, altering his life in a very funny and unforeseen manner.

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Norbert Leo Butz and the company in MY FAIR LADY. Photo by Joan Marcus.

With the sweeping gorgeousness of the music, courtesy of  the stunning musical arrangements by Robert Russell Bennett and Phil Lang, and music direction by Ted Sperling (LCT’s The Light in the Piazza); to the loveliness of the scenic backdrop, courtesy of the extremely talented design team made up of sets by Michael Yeargan (Broadway’s The Ritz); costumes by Catherine Zuber (LCT’s Junk); lighting by Donald Holder (Broadway’s M. Butterfly) and sound by Marc Salzberg (LCT’s War Horse), Eliza Doolittle with her “Wouldn’t It be Loverly?“, gives us just that, drawing us in with her beautiful voice that is equal to or slightly reminiscent of a Julie Andrews or  the legendary Marni Nixon, the singer who most famously sang the songs that Audrey Hepburn lip-synced to in the 1964 film version. This Eliza doesn’t need the help of a phantom voice, nor does she require the watchful care of the gentle Colonel Pickering, played by the barely present, Allan Corduner (Broadway’s Titanic); luckily, as this Colonel doesn’t seem as invested in her care as I remember wanting him to be. Nor does she seem to need the young and handsome Freddy, gloriously sung by the impeccably voiced Jordan Donica (Raoul in Broadway’s The Phantom of the Opera), to sweep her to safety in the end; luckily, as this Freddy seems to disappear personality-wise whenever he stops singing. But she does need and happily embrace the warm maternal care of Mrs. Higgins, played with a regal charm by the magnificent Diana Rigg (Broadway’s Medea, The Misanthrope), following in the loverly theatrical tradition of casting an actress who had once played the part of Eliza, namely the 1974 West End production of Pygmalion. For in Rigg’s Mrs. Higgins, Eliza finds another strong and like-minded woman who most definitely understands her.

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Lauren Ambrose and Diana Rigg in MY FAIR LADY. Photo by Joan Marcus.

The ending, ambiguously crafted by Lerner and Loewe, lets the director find the way to whatever resolution seems to fit with his viewpoint and vantage.  The moment of possible reconciliation that might possibly take place between Higgens, the teacher and Doolittle, the pupil, is problematic in this day and age.  What would this #MeToo culture have to say in response to a Higgins that slouches and asks, “Eliza, where the devil are my slippers?” Would it run or would it come forward? In the 1964 film version, Rex Harrison’s Higgins looks surprised then pleased before asking for his slippers as the stunning Audrey Hepburn’s Eliza smiles on behind him, leaving us all to wonder what happens next. This Lincoln Center Theater production is less ambiguous with her reaction, and without giving anything away, stays clear of a damning situation. This Eliza makes a decision.

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Harry Hadden-Paton, Lauren Ambrose, Allan Corduner in MY FAIR LADY. Photo by Joan Marcus.

One magnificence that truly jumps out and impresses during this current revival is how much fun the poor folk are having living the life that they lead, especially in comparison to the rich.  In song after song, especially the two best numbers, “Wouldn’t It Be Loverly?” and “Get Me to the Church on Time“, the “deliciously low” are “squawking” with such delight that we can’t help but want to join in with their good times.  The choreography by Christopher Gattelli (Broadway’s War Paint, Spongebob SquarePants) lifts us all up in their joy, even in the funeral procession that hilariously ends that one fantastic number. It is in sharp contrast to the rigid but visually stunning work done at the “Ascot Gavotte” and “The Embassy Waltz” where fun comes in a different structure and doesn’t seem natural to these stuffy creatures.  It’s all presentation and appearances. I wouldn’t want to dance, dance, dance all night with the likes of those beautifully clad fancy folk, but would, if I could, dance the night away drinking beer with that fun gaggle of gents, lead by the rascal, Mr. Doolittle, Harry (Joe Hart), Jamie (Lance Roberts) and company over at the Pub. I might lose my wallet, but I’d leave with a good time smile.

Company of CAROUSEL. Photo by Julieta Cervantes.

Over at the Imperial Theatre, in the more traditional region of the Broadway musical, Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Carousel is also getting a first-rate revival, enjoying “A Real Nice Clambake” hosted by the magnificent Renée Fleming making her Broadway musical debut as the kind and lovely Aunt Nettie Fowler. Even with the festive aura attached to this song (interestingly, this song was repurposed and adapted from “A Real Nice Hayride“, written for Oklahoma! but not used), this party doesn’t feel as festive for its two lead characters and their friends, as it does over at the Lincoln Center for Mr. Doolittle and his as he jigs his way through his last night as a single man. This production, with the famously beautiful music by Richard Rodgers and book and lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II (Show Boat, Oklahoma!) is as dark and as romantically moody as the classic piece demands. And just like My Fair Lady, it also has some troubling issues of its own to deal with locked down inside the text.

Renee Fleming and Jessie Mueller in CAROUSEL. Photo by Julieta Cervantes.

Rodgers, in writing Carousel, dispensed with an overture, forcing us all to be swept up by the magnificent set piece swirling around the glorious pantomime dance introduction, “The Carousel Waltz“.  The splendid set, by designer Santo Loquasto (Broadway’s Grand Hotel), with brilliantly detailed costumes by Ann Roth (Broadway’s The Nance, The Book of Mormon), moody and sparkling lighting by Brian MacDevitt (Broadway’s Blackbird), and sound by Scott Lehrer (Fiddler on the Roof) beautifully introduces all the characters and situation expertly, drawing us in to the intensity with which Julie (Mueller) regards the sensual and handsome Billy, most magnificently portrayed and sung by the incredibly talented Joshua Henry (Broadway’s Shuffle Along…, The Scottsboro Boys). She stands frozen, staring at him, while everyone else at the fair is circling around, enjoying the sea side air. As Julie and Billy ride the swirling carousel together, touching for the first time, the stage is set, plunging us into the story, right into the middle of it, delicately and gorgeously.

Joshua Henry in CAROUSEL. Photo by Julieta Cervantes.

Director Jack O’Brien, best known for his Tony winning The Coast of Utopia and the underwhelming Broadway musical, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, still had to find a way to deal with the lead male character and his unsympathetic actions. Billy seems to have trouble engaging and seeking help from the woman he loves, lifting his hand in violence whenever overwhelmed with stress and agitation.  It’s his uncontrollable curse, this inability to cope and manage his emotions, and in some ways, it is also the curse of this complicated and dark musical.

Carousel was adapted by this legendary musical team from Ferenc Molnár’s 1909 play Liliom, which chronicled a dismissed carnival barker who hits his wife, just the one time, attempts a robbery and commits suicide, a seemingly unlikely central character for a musical. Hammerstein decided that he had to use the words and story to make the audience sympathize with the lovers, transplanting its Budapest setting to the Maine coastline, and change the ending of this tale into a story about trying to right a wrong and looking for redemption. Rodgers wrote, explaining his rationale for the changed ending:

Liliom was a tragedy about a man who cannot learn to live with other people. The way Molnár wrote it, the man ends up hitting his daughter and then having to go back to purgatory, leaving his daughter helpless and hopeless. We couldn’t accept that. The way we ended Carousel it may still be a tragedy but it’s a hopeful one because in the final scene it is clear that the child has at last learned how to express herself and communicate with others.

In the same way that I did some pre-show research with My Fair Lady by seeing the operas based on Pygmalion, I ventured over to the Wild Project last fall to see a modern adaptation of that Hungarian play called Jericho by Michael Weller, as I think I was the only person I know of my age group who had never seen nor heard anything about Carousel, the musical. It was a solid lesson in the intricate structure of this complicated tale, and it introduced me to the most famous and controversial piece of dialogue, one that hangs over any modern revival of this classic musical tale, when the young daughter, Louise, played stiffly (when not dancing) by Brittany Pollack, tells her mother that the blow she just received for not accepting a star from the unbeknownst spirit of Billy, miraculously felt like a kiss, not a slap. A problematic line, regardless of how many times you insist that it happened only once, the idea never loses its sting.

Jessie Mueller and Joshua Henry in CAROUSEL.Photo by Julieta Cervantes.

The story revolves around carousel barker Billy Bigelow (Henry) whose initial attraction and blossoming romance with millworker Julie Jordan (Mueller) causes them to both lose their jobs. Within minutes of meeting away from the carousel, they sing the most glorious song, “If I Loved You” to each other, that illuminates everything, and fills the theatre with a gloriousness of sound and harmony.  I was quite starstruck by the wall of sound that was coming from the wonderfully rich orchestra, helmed by Andy Einhorn (Broadway’s Hello, Dolly!), musical supervisor, director and vocal arranger, with music coordination by Seymour Red Press (Broadway’s An American in Paris), orchestrations by Jonathan Tunick (Promises, Promises), and these stupendous singers.  These two lead performers, along with a magnificent assist by Lindsay Mendez (Broadway’s Significant Other, Everyday Rapture) as her best friend, the lucky-in-love Carrie Pipperidge, swirl the musical moments out to the stars under this lucky proscenium. Every voice, including the wonderful embodiments of Carrie’s beau, Enoch Snow, portrayed by the solid Alexander Gemignani (Broadway’s Sweeney Todd) and Fleming’s gorgeously rich performance of “You’ll Never Walk Alone” do this music proud.

Lindsay Mendez and Alexander Gemignani in CAROUSEL. Photo by Julieta Cervantes.

Bigelow, trapped in a down spiral, doesn’t do himself, nor the love he feels for Julie, proud at all, especially as he participates in a robbery that goes terribly wrong, all in order to provide for Julie and their unborn child.  “You? A Father?” yells the wickedly delicious Margaret Colin (Broadway’s Jackie: An American Life) as Mrs. Mullin, the jilted lover and former boss of Billy, and she is more spot on in that moment than any of us can imagine. The musical, as it does in the play, shifts time and place to a moment “up there”, with “The Highest Judge of All“, and after fifteen years of punishment, he is given a chance to make things right. There is a gorgeously choreographed ballet, performed by daughter, Louise (Pollack) with a magnificently talented Fairground Boy (Andrei Chagas), created by Justin Peck (Resident Choreographer of the NYC Ballet, 2014), all now nominated for a Chita Rivera Dance Award, that set up the last scene outside Julie’s cottage. Unlike the play that it is based, one more scene is added after the failed interaction between Billy and Louise, and it is at the graduation ceremony that Billy finds a way to whisper some meaningful words into their ear, lifting them all up into a glorious reprise of “You’ll Never Walk Alone“. It’s a very different ending than the play, one that will have you leaving the theatre filled with as much glory and joy as intended, thanking all those magnificent stars that have certainly come out to play.

Amar Ramasar and the company of CAROUSEL. Photo by Julieta Cervantes.

This is so very true of both of Broadway’s two latest revivals, Carousel and My Fair Lady. Both are deliciously repackaged, as they find their way through the brambles of the #MeToo movement, and come out the other end unscarred. Hammerstein was informed that he had written in an error involving the song “June Is Bustin’ Out All Over“, in which sheep are depicted as seeking to mate in late spring. The informant stated that they actually do that in the winter. Hammerstein stated, quite brilliantly that 1873 was a special year, in which sheep mated in the spring. This spring, on Broadway, it is also a very special year for some grand old fashioned musicals, finding their way to bask under the stars.



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