Showing posts with label Joseph Stein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Joseph Stein. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

RAGS at The Park Theatre - Bits and pieces...

My first trip to the theatre this year was to see a musical I had seen before - or had I?


RAGS opened on Broadway in 1986 and promptly closed after only four performances.  It's tiny run belies the fact that the show had a score written by Charles Strouse who wrote ANNIE and BYE BYE BIRDIE, the lyricist was Stephen Schwartz who already had GODSPELL and PIPPIN under his belt (WICKED was in the future) and the book was by Joseph Stein who wrote FIDDLER ON THE ROOF.

The cast included opera singer Theresa Stratas joining the combined Broadway experience of Larry Kert, Lonny Price and Judy Kuhn.  Although the audience didn't show up, the nominations did: RAGS received five Tony nominations but no awards and another five from the Drama Desk with Stratas winning it's Best Musical Actress Award.  The cast recording lived on after the show garnering a dedicated following (hello Guy!)


RAGS received several small-scale revivals during the 1990s and into the 2000s; I saw one of these at the Bridewell Theatre off Fleet Street in 2001 starring Sally Ann Triplett and found it pleasant but fairly forgettable.  In 2017 the show reappeared at Connecticut's Goodspeed Theatre, using a totally new book by David Thompson which ditched a character or two and refocused the story and this is the basis of The Park's production.  However, despite some fine work within the production, it has all been an exercise in rearranging the deckchairs on the Titanic - RAGS is just that, scraps of ideas that when joined together shows it's loose stitching.

Despite the new book by David Thompson, the story is overshadowed with memories of Joseph Stein's earlier hit FIDDLER ON THE ROOF and plays like a sequel to that show. with it's tale of Russian Jews arriving in New York to begin a new life away from the dangers of the homeland's pogroms.


Rebecca and her young son David have bribed their way aboard a 'rag' ship sailing for New York from Russia and has made a friend with fellow-emigre Bella who tells her new-found friend that she is lucky as her father Avram is already in the city and can give her a home in the cramped apartment he shares with his brother and sister-in-law.  Rebecca and David have no arrangement and are quickly singled out by the immigration officers to be returned back to Russia but Bella and Avram pretend she is family and they start their life together on the Lower East Side.

Avram's brother Jack is an outsourced tailor who works for the flashy German garment factory boss Bronfman, who while visiting the apartment one day is taken with Rebecca's dress-making skills and, more importantly, by Rebecca herself.  Another visitor is Sal, an Italian-born union leader who hates the sweatshop conditions that his fellow immigrants have to work in, including Bronfman's factory.  Needless to say, Rebecca is soon caught between what the two men can offer her and her son.  Love also blossoms between Bella and the nebbish songwriter Ben, while Avram strikes up a relationship with street peddler widow Rachel.  For one couple, it ends tragically...


This new version of RAGS has, in total, nine lead and supporting characters to keep up with and that's when the problems start: in the first act alone there are twenty numbers (including reprises) that I suspect are expected to provide any depth and emotional resonance you are supposed to feel for the characters but sadly the score is so insubstantial that this does not work.  So you grasp for depth in the book scenes but apart from the characters of Jack and his wife Anna, and Avram and the widow Rachel, you have the relentlessly two-dimensional heroine Rebecca and her colourless rich and poor lovers, and the saccharine partnership of Bella and Ben.

I had to wait until halfway through the second act before my interest finally was engaged with "Three Sunny Rooms" a sly and tentative courtship number between the pursuing Rachel and the more hesitant Avram, but this was more down to the playing of two seasoned musical actors who could sock over the comedy but also mine the loneliness underneath.  After that we hit the Tragic Plot Twist but this was followed a rousing ensemble Union song and Rebecca's big Eleven O'Clock number so at least by the curtain you are a bit more willing to be generous in the applause.


Again I was struck how the The Park200 auditorium feels like a thinner Donmar Warehouse so it was interesting to see a musical there, my other trips have been to see plays.  Bronagh Lagan - in her production imported from Manchester's Hope Mill Theatre - at least kept the action moving and knew when to let the afore-mentioned supporting quartet shine while Gregor Donnelly's design made clever use of battered suitcases as a backdrop and a simple line of shirts to suggest tenement life - even if Owen was probably right in pointing out that the shirts surely would have been collarless in 1910!  Derek Anderson's lighting also was well done at achieving specific moods.

As I said earlier, RAGS became pure Dior whenever Jeremy Rose as Jack, Debbie Chazen as Anna, Dave Willetts as Avram and in particular Rachel Izen as, um, Rachel where onstage, socking their characters into the audience with top-spin.  In particular, Izen and Willets were exquisite in their scenes together - the "Three Sunny Rooms" number was delightfully handled and in their final scene, with his now-wife Rachel unable to shift Avram from all-encompassing grief, they both played it with a telling heavy sadness.


Carolyn Maitland certainly had a grave presence as Rebecca and certainly whacked the character's big ballad "Children Of The Wind" into the back wall of the stalls, sadly what she has not yet managed to get yet is an inner light that illuminates a real lead performer.

I suspect RAGS will continue to be tinkered with, re-cut and re-assembled until it's just THREADS - give me Ahrens and Flaherty's RAGTIME anyday.  But it was a nice way to slide into 2020's theatre going.


Friday, April 19, 2019

FIDDLER ON THE ROOF at the Playhouse - Fathers and Daughters...

I couldn't get terribly worked up over seeing Trevor Nunn's revival of FIDDLER ON THE ROOF when it originated at the Menier Chocolate Factory as, while I admire the stagecraft that went into it's creation, it's not really one of my favourite musicals.  But it's glowing reviews, it's transfer to the Playhouse Theatre - and the fact that I had seen every other show in the West End that interested me - meant that my birthday theatre event found me journeying back to the Russian shtetl of Anatevka in the early 1900s.


In it's transfer to the Playhouse, director Trevor Nunn has reconfigured the stalls to echo his Menier staging so a raised meandering path runs through the stalls to bring you into the middle of the small Jewish town, it's a bit cumbersome in finding your seat but very effective and for once, I felt engaged with the show.  Of course being a Trevor Nunn production, it's very lengthy which for me only highlighted the repetitions in Joseph Stein's book, but as I said, I was engaged.

I have only seen the show once before onstage - a jaw-dropping 14 years ago in New York in a Chekhovian production directed by David Leveaux starring Harvey Fierstein and Rosie O'Donnell - and, of course, the Norman Jewison film version starring Topol. As I said, it's not a particular favourite of mine, mostly because I find the plot device of a Jewish village milkman finding the traditions he lives by erode through his three daughters marrying against his wishes too repetitive.  I will agree that this is done by degrees: the first falls in love with a nebbish Jewish tailor, the second to a Bolshevik, the third to a gentile - but, particularly in this production, the three daughters are played exactly the same, sound exactly the same - typical west end soprano - and are so resolutely two-dimensional, that it's like you are seeing one actress on a revolve.  The three boyfriends are all given different shadings but the daughters get no personalities at all.


I also am not the biggest fan of Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick's score which has it's standards - "Tradition", "If I Were A Rich Man", "Sunrise Sunset", "Do You Love Me" - but otherwise I find it fairly anonymous and repetitive. But as I said, I found Nunn's production to be involving with very good musical direction from Paul Bogaev which serves the score well, apart from the endless "Tevye's Nightmare" which proves that time is not always a continuum.

Nunn has chosen Andy Nyman for his Tevye and he is excellent, making him a very human-sized character, unlike the usual Star turn from actors taking their lead from the originator of the role, the larger-than-life Zero Mostel.  Without the character being figuratively spot-lit downstage while the other actors huddle upstage, it makes for more integrated story-telling with the town of Anatevka coming fully to life.


Like the daughters, the role of Tevye's wife Golde is a fairly thankless one; for ever careworn and kvetching at her husband's foolish dreams, but Broadway actress Judy Kuhn suggested more depth to the character than is on the page.  In particular the duet "Do You Love Me?" where Tevye finally plucks up the courage to ask Golde whether their 25-year marriage is based on love or just circumstance is a touching, almost embarrassed moment between Nyman and Kuhn rather than being played for comedy.

The other stand-out in the cast is Louise Gold as Yente, the gossipy matchmaker of the village; another two-dimensional female character but imbued by the ever-reliable Gold with a vibrant personality who again had colour and depth that was not suggested by the script.  I also liked Stewart Clarke as Perchik the stern Bolshevik student who is smitten by the middle daughter Hodel.


Of course the spirit of Jerome Robbins, the show's original director/choreographer, is ever-present in the big dance routines for "To Life" and "The Wedding / Bottle Dance"; for a man who has been dead 21 years, it's not bad that he gets named three times on the poster.  Matt Cole is responsible for the rest of the enjoyable choreography.

Robert Jones' set design brings the crowded Anatevka to vibrant life both onstage and off, while Tim Lutkin's subtle, shifting lighting gives the town the warmth of summer and the dark of winter.  None more so than in the final scenes when the mood turns sombre with the forced eviction of the Jews from the town.  Despite my problems with the show, it is impossible not to be moved by the final scene where lifelong friends and families say their goodbyes knowing they will probably never see each other again as they scatter over Europe and America.


As the snow falls on Tevye's shattered community slowly trudging out of their hometown, clutching their few possessions on a long journey to who knows what fate, Nunn shows his production is sadly very relevant to today's world of displaced people and the search for home in a world of prejudice and fear.

I am not always a fan of Trevor Nunn's work but here he gives us a memorable production of FIDDLER ON THE ROOF, maybe one to see again...