Archives for January 2013

I flew up to New York last weekend to cover three Broadway openings, Picnic, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, and The Other Place, for The Wall Street Journal. Here’s an excerpt from my review.
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William Inge’s “Picnic,” one of the least sufficiently appreciated American dramas of the 20th century, has returned to Broadway for the first time since 1994 in a Roundabout Theatre Company revival that fully conveys its beauty and power. If, like most people, you only know Inge’s once-famous plays from their buffed-up screen versions, you’ll find Sam Gold’s sensitive staging to be a revelation. No, “Picnic” isn’t a big-budget Hollywood soap opera: It’s a plain-spoken portrait of small-town life that manages at the same time to be both critical and sympathetic.
The quality of “Picnic” was long obscured by the fact that Inge wrote four Broadway hits in a row, all of which were turned into equally successful movies. The original 1953 Broadway production of “Picnic,” for instance, ran for 477 performances, and the film version, which starred William Holden, Kim Novak, and Rosalind Russell, was one of the biggest box-office smashes of 1955. How could so popular a playwright be any good? But Inge was very, very good, and he never wrote anything better than the soft-spoken story of Madge (Maggie Grace), a shy, pretty girl whose uncomplicated existence is upended when a handsome drifter named Hal (Sebastian Stan) passes through town and lures her into bed.
Part of what makes “Picnic” so special, though, is that there’s so much more to it than that. It’s a Chekhov-style ensemble play whose 11 onstage characters, whether they know it or not, are all leading lonely, unfulfilled lives….
The world really didn’t need yet another “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,” least of all the one that just opened in New York. This is the third time in the past decade that Tennessee Williams’ overripe, overwrought 1955 play about a grossly dysfunctional southern couple (he’s probably gay, she’s definitely miserable) has been revived on Broadway. Like its predecessors, it’s a belly-up disaster whose existence can be explained, if not justified, by the presence of a movie star in the cast. Scarlett Johannson, who made a solid Broadway debut in the 2010 revival of “A View fom the Bridge,” is no good at all this time around as Maggie, speaking her lines in a half-intelligible pseudo-southern accent that suggests a concerto for icepick and eardrums….
Sharr White’s “The Other Place” is a smooth, slick 70-minute psychological mini-thriller about a bitchy dementia researcher (Laurie Metcalf) who may or may not be going crazy. Since there’s a whoops-you-guessed-it reveal midway through the play, I’ll say no more about the plot other than to gripe about the last scene, whose rank sentimentality is unworthy of the beautifully restrained scene that precedes it….
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Read the whole thing here.
A trailer for the Roundabout revival of Picnic:

In today’s Wall Street Journal “Sightings” column I commemorate the fiftieth anniversary of the death of Francis Poulenc. Here’s an excerpt.
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When Francis Poulenc died fifty years ago this month, the world of classical music sorrowfully noted the passing of a delightful artist of the second rank. Even his friends seem to have thought him a bit of a lightweight. The British composer Lennox Berkeley, who knew and loved Poulenc, wrote an obituary that praised the “touching tenderness and simplicity of heart” of his ever-so-French music–but went on to say in the very next breath that he “lacked the power of large-scale construction.” Talk about faint damns!
That was in 1963, at a time when the classical-music establishment was still in thrall to the postwar professoriat of Austro-German composers and their foreign epigones who believed that the future of music lay not with traditional harmony but with Schoenberg-style serialism. They thought it to be historically inevitable, and had no use for those who disagreed. Least of all did they care for composers who, like Poulenc, happily embraced tunefulness and wit and sought to give pleasure to their audiences. Such dour folk took it for granted that pleasure was bad for you.
Today the avant-garde monopoly is a thing of the blessedly distant past, but Poulenc, though his music continues to be played around the world, is still widely seen as a lightweight. Not that there’d be anything wrong with that–lightness of touch has always been undervalued in the world of art–but to write him off as a mere charmer is perversely wrongheaded….
What is it about Poulenc’s music that makes it hard for some listeners to understand exactly how good it is? Part of the problem, I suspect, is that he really did start out as a lightweight, an impish comedian with a dilettantish streak. His first great success, “Le Bestiaire” (1919, words by Guillaume Apollinaire), was a song cycle about animal life that is scarcely four minutes long. Even after his music grew more ambitious, he was still inclined to slip his audiences the occasional wink….
For all his humor, though, Poulenc was at bottom a deeply serious artist who never quite managed to reconcile the two sides of his no less deeply divided personality….
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Read the whole thing here.
Jean-Pierre Rampal plays the slow movement of Francis Poulenc’s Flute Sonata, accompanied by the composer:

“It is a good morning exercise for a research scientist to discard a pet hypothesis every day before breakfast.”
Konrad Lorenz, On Aggression

Here’s my list of recommended Broadway, off-Broadway, and out-of-town shows, updated weekly. In all cases, I gave these shows favorable reviews (if sometimes qualifiedly so) in The Wall Street Journal when they opened. For more information, click on the title.

BROADWAY:

• Annie (musical, G, reviewed here)

• The Mystery of Edwin Drood (musical, PG-13, closes Mar. 10, reviewed here)

• Once (musical, G/PG-13, nearly all performances sold out last week, reviewed here)

• Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (drama, PG-13/R, reviewed here)

OFF BROADWAY:

• Avenue Q (musical, R, adult subject matter and one show-stopping scene of puppet-on-puppet sex, reviewed here)

• The Fantasticks (musical, G, suitable for children capable of enjoying a love story, reviewed here)

CLOSING SOON ON BROADWAY:

• Evita (musical, PG-13, closes Jan. 26, many performances sold out last week, reviewed here)

CLOSING SOON IN SARASOTA, FLA.:

• The Best of Enemies (drama, PG-13, closes Feb. 2, reviewed here)

CLOSING NEXT WEEK IN BOSTON:

• Our Town (drama, G, remounting of off-Broadway production, closes Jan. 25, original production reviewed here)

CLOSING NEXT WEEK IN FORT MYERS, FLA.:

• The Little Foxes (drama, PG-13, closes Jan. 26, reviewed here)

CLOSING SUNDAY ON BROADWAY:

• Glengarry Glen Ross (drama, R, nearly all performances sold out last week, reviewed here)

• Golden Boy (drama, PG-13, reviewed here)

CLOSING SUNDAY OFF BROADWAY:

• The Freedom of the City (drama, PG-13, reviewed here)

• Tribes (drama, PG-13, reviewed here)

“A suicide kills two people, Maggie, that’s what it’s for!”
Arthur Miller, After the Fall

Mike Wallace interviews Salvador Dali in 1958:

(This is the latest in a series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Monday and Wednesday.)

“Only people who die very young learn all they really need to know in kindergarten.”
Wendy Kaminer, I’m Dysfunctional, You’re Dysfunctional

From 2004:

I was channel-surfing the other day and stumbled across Woody Allen’s Play It Again, Sam, which opens with the last scene from Casablanca. The camera pulls back to reveal Allen watching the film in a small art house–the kind of theater of which Manhattan once had many, but now has only a few.
As I watched, I thought, I wonder how many people under the age of 45 saw Casablanca for the first time in a theater? I’m 47, and I first saw it in a Kansas City revival house a quarter-century ago, just prior to the introduction of home video recorders. Back then, seeing Casablanca anywhere was still a big deal: it didn’t get shown all that often on local TV stations, and there weren’t yet any cable networks devoted exclusively to old movies. Come to think of it, there weren’t any cable networks, period….

Read the whole thing here.