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So you want to see a show?

March 31, 2016 by Terry Teachout

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:
• An American in Paris (musical, G, too complex for small children, reviewed here)
• The Color Purple (musical, PG-13, most performances sold out last week, reviewed here)
• Eclipsed (drama, PG-13, Broadway remounting of off-Broadway production, closes June 19, original production reviewed here)
• Fun Home (serious musical, PG-13, nearly all performances sold out last week, reviewed here)
• Hamilton (musical, PG-13, Broadway transfer of off-Broadway production, all performances sold out last week, reviewed here)
• The King and I (musical, G, perfect for children with well-developed attention spans, virtually all performances sold out last week, reviewed here)
• Matilda (musical, G, virtually all performances sold out last week, reviewed here)
• Les Misérables (musical, G, too long and complicated for young children, nearly all performances sold out last week, closes Sept. 4, reviewed here)
• On Your Feet! (jukebox musical, G, reviewed here)
111874• She Loves Me (musical, G, suitable for bright children capable of enjoying a love story, nearly all performances sold out last week, closes June 12, reviewed here)

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

CLOSING SOON OFF BROADWAY:
• Hold On to Me Darling (drama, PG-13, closes April 17, reviewed here)
• Sense & Sensibility (serious romantic comedy, G, remounting of 2014 off-Broadway production, closes April 17, then reopens June 17-Oct. 2, original production reviewed here)

CLOSING NEXT WEEK IN SARASOTA, FLA.:
• Ah, Wilderness! (comedy, PG-13, closes April 10, reviewed here)

CLOSING SATURDAY OFF BROADWAY:
• Widowers’ Houses (serious comedy, G, too complicated for children, reviewed here)

Almanac: Mike Nichols on black-and-white movies

March 31, 2016 by Terry Teachout

INK BOTTLE“Here’s the thing about black and white. It’s why I was so sad to say goodbye to it. It’s not literal—it is a metaphor, automatically. And my orientation is that that’s the point: a movie is a metaphor. ‘What is the metaphor?’ you ask when you’re trying to solve the problem. If you’re in black and white, it’s partly solved, it is already saying, ‘No, this is not life, this is something about life.’”

Mike Nichols, interviewed by Jack O’Brien in Becoming Mike Nichols (HBO, February 22, 2016)

Snapshot: Mikhail Baryshnikov and Patricia McBride dance George Balanchine

March 30, 2016 by Terry Teachout

TV CAMERAGeorge Balanchine’s “Tchaikovsky Pas de Deux,” danced by Patricia McBride and Mikhail Baryshnikov. The score was originally composed by Tchaikovsky for Swan Lake but was not published until 1953. This performance was originally telecast by PBS in 1978:

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

Almanac: Mark Twain on virtue

March 30, 2016 by Terry Teachout

INK BOTTLE“Why, you simple creatures, the weakest of all weak things is a virtue which has not been tested in the fire.”

Mark Twain, “The Man That Corrupted Hadleyburg”

The Iron Lady at home

March 29, 2016 by Terry Teachout

A reader leafs through Charles Moore's Margaret Thatcher – The Authorized Biography, Volume One: NorI recently finished reading the first two installments (the third volume has yet to be completed) of Charles Moore’s authorized biography of Margaret Thatcher. Forgive the cliché, but I couldn’t put either book down. I stayed up far too late two nights in a row in order to finish them both—and I’m by no means addicted to political biographies, regardless of subject.

A quarter-century after she left office, Thatcher remains one of the most polarizing figures in postwar history. Because of this, I don’t doubt that many people will have no interest whatsoever in reading a multi-volume biography of her, least of all one whose tone is fundamentally sympathetic. That, however, would be a mistake. Not only does Moore go out of his way to portray Thatcher objectively, but Margaret Thatcher: The Authorized Biography is by any conceivable standard a major achievement, not least for the straightforward, beautifully self-effacing style in which it is written. It is, quite simply, a pleasure to read. Yes, it’s detailed, at times forbiddingly so, but it is, after all, an “official” life, and the level of detail means that you don’t have to know anything about the specific events discussed in the book to be able to understand at all times what Moore is talking about. I confess to having done some skipping, especially in the second volume, but that’s because I expect to return to Margaret Thatcher at least once more in years to come.

One way that Moore leavens the loaf is by being witty, though never obtrusively so. His “jokes” are all bone-dry, and not a few of them consist of merely telling the truth, the best possible way of being funny. A case in point can be found in his account of Thatcher’s support for the unsuccessful Shops Bill, which would have allowed more stores to open on Sundays:

Her personal support for the Bill, which was not enthusiastically backed by her doubting Cabinet, added to the feeling that she was uncaring, that her god was money and even that she was, somehow, un-British. There was hypocrisy in all this, since the great majority of British people, including churchgoers, shopped on Sunday where and when they could; but then hypocrisy is a permanent British quality which politicians ignore at their peril.

He also conveys Thatcher’s exceedingly strong, often headstrong personality with perfect clarity and perfect honesty (or so, at any rate, it seems from a distance). At the same time, he puts that personality in perspective. It is impossible to read far in Margaret Thatcher without realizing that no small part of what made more than a few of Thatcher’s Tory colleagues refer to her as “TBW,” a universally understood acronym for “That Bloody Woman,” was the mere fact that she was a woman—and a middle-class woman to boot. Sexual chauvinism and social snobbery worked against her from the start, not merely from the right but from the left as well (Moore provides ample corroborating evidence of the well-known fact that there is no snob like an intellectual snob). That she prevailed for so long is a tribute to the sheer force of her character. That she was finally booted from office by her fellow Tories says at least as much about them as it does about her.

downingstreet-kitchen-thatcher_1989I found especially fascinating the chapter of the first volume in which Moore describes in detail the simple manner in which Thatcher and her family lived in the upstairs apartment of 10 Downing Street. Not being a Brit, it was all news to me, and it says much about her deep middle-class roots, of which she was not even slightly ashamed:

The flat, which was at the top of the house, was small and almost poky….Its kitchen was no more than a galley. It suited Mrs. Thatcher, however. She liked the idea of “living over the shop,” as in her Grantham childhood, and the convenience of being so close to the work she loved….Due to the remarkable strictness of government rules on such matters, the Thatchers were provided with no help of any kind in looking after their flat. They paid cleaning women themselves, and it fell to them, in practice to Mrs Thatcher herself, since [her husband] Denis had old-fashioned views on these matters, to procure, generally with the help of Caroline Stephens and more junior secretaries, their own food and cook it….

Tessa Jardine-Paterson, who came as a political secretary after having worked for Mrs. Thatcher in Parliament, remembered that she and her colleagues always saw it as part of their jobs to rustle up drinks and even meals for Mrs. Thatcher. They felt perfectly happy to do so because she herself was so unsnooty in her readiness to help in such matters, often plunging her hands into the sink to wash up with the words “It’s much easier to do it yourself.”

Were such things to be written of an American politican, I would instantly assume them to be a product of the spin factory, but to read Margaret Thatcher is to take them at face value. She was, it seems, nothing more or less than that kind of person, a grocer’s daughter who graduated from Oxford and climbed to the highest rung of democratic power without ever losing sight of where she came from or what she believed in. This, for good or ill, was the wellspring of Thatcher’s popularity—and many younger readers, especially those who only “know” her from the hostile caricatures of her political enemies, will likely have no notion of how hugely popular she was.

article-2290706-1888F3CC000005DC-458_634x512I also find it fascinating that Moore confirms what I had long heard from other sources, which is that Thatcher was widely thought to be a very attractive woman. To be sure, her photographs give no clue to the nature of her allure, at least from the point of view of an American eye, but one cannot doubt that many men—not all of whom were disposed to like her—were susceptible to her feminine charms. Indeed, the following footnote, which is characteristic of Moore’s poker-faced sense of humor and which I quote in its entirety, made me laugh out loud:

A significant factor in Mrs. Thatcher’s political success was that quite large numbers of men fell for her. The Scottish genealogist Sir Ian Moncreiffe of that Ilk was the only man known to have made an indecent suggestion to her while she was Prime Minister, but many harboured a romantic devotion which teetered on the edge of the sexual. Sir Hector (later Lord) Laing, the chairman of United Biscuits, would send her notes which he requested be placed under her pillow. Kingsley Amis, the novelist, described Mrs. Thatcher as “one of the best-looking women I had ever met…The fact that it is not a sensual or sexy beauty does not make it a less sexual beauty, and that sexuality is still, I think, an underrated factor in her appeal (or repellence)” (Kingsley Amis, Memoirs, Hutchinson, 1991, p. 316). Brian Walden reported David Owen as saying to him: “The whiff of that perfume, the sweet smell of whisky. By God, Brian, she’s appealing beyond belief” (interview with Brian Walden). Alan Clark, when asked by the present author about the nature of his love for Mrs. Thatcher, said: “I don’t want actual penetration—just a massive snog.”

The Brits, they are a funny race.

Lookback: on being a recovering jazz musician

March 29, 2016 by Terry Teachout

LOOKBACKFrom 2006:

Somebody asked me once if I were a frustrated musician. “No,” I said, “I’m a fulfilled writer.” But that doesn’t mean I never think about what might have been, much less what used to be. The way I feel about having once been a musician is not unlike the way some reformed alcoholics feel about booze. They know they can’t live with it anymore, but they also know how much they liked it, and they remember, as clearly as if it were this morning, how good that last drink tasted. I remember, too….

Read the whole thing here.

Almanac: Tennessee Williams on memory

March 29, 2016 by Terry Teachout

INK BOTTLE“In memory everything seems to happen to music.”

Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

Once in a lifetime

March 28, 2016 by Terry Teachout

1610037_10154113167022193_3976500696595482663_nI went to see the Paul Taylor Dance Company (it’s changed its name, but I can’t get used to the new one) at Lincoln Center on Saturday afternoon. Regular readers of this blog may recall what I wrote in this space about seeing the Taylor company last year in Florida. On that occasion I cited an essay about Taylor and his work that I wrote in 1999:

Taylor’s singular achievement as a choreographer has been to siphon the angst out of modern dance without simultaneously removing the seriousness. Even when his subject matter is shocking, his tone invariably remains light and effortless, which is why the heavy emotional weather of his darker dances never becomes oppressive….He has taken modern dance and stood it on its head, lightening its ponderous textures with wit and using comedy (which is tragedy inverted) to illuminate the blackest recesses of the soul.

Not surprisingly, Mrs. T and I have been longing to see the company again ever since then. Saturday’s program, which included Esplanade, Taylor’s 1975 masterpiece, and Orbs, a rarely performed dance from 1966 whose score consists of excerpts from Beethoven’s late string quartets, seemed hard to top, so I booked a pair of seats and crossed my fingers. Alas, Mrs. T was under the weather at the appointed hour, so I brought in her stead Hilary Gardner, a jazz-singing friend who had previously accompanied me to last summer’s Shakespeare in the Park production of The Tempest and found it overwhelming. I had a notion that she would be no less responsive to Esplanade, and I was right.

TAIWAN27I’ve loved Esplanade, in which Taylor blends walking, running, hopping, sliding, and the music of Bach into a plotless explosion of pure choreographic delight, ever since I first started looking at the dance three decades ago. Arlene Croce called it “a classic of American dance” when she reviewed the first performance in The New Yorker, and her snap judgment has long since passed the test of time. Twenty-five years later, Time asked me to pick the three greatest dances of the twentieth century, and I chose Esplanade, George Balanchine’s The Four Temperaments, and Antony Tudor’s Jardin aux Lilas. Back in my regular dancegoing days, I introduced many of my friends to Taylor’s work by taking them to see it. One of them, Nancy LaMott, couldn’t say a word for a good two minutes after the curtain came down. It was as if all the circuits in her brain had suddenly been fused by an excess of joy.

Orbs_rep2Orbs is a somewhat tougher nut to crack, but only because of its greater length and the more difficult music to which it is set, which includes Beethoven’s Grosse Fuge and the whole of his B Flat Quartet, Op. 130. The dance itself is so immediately accessible that Croce felt moved to describe it as “perhaps the most charming work in the modern dance repertory.” I don’t know whether I’d go that far, but I can’t imagine anyone finding it hard to enjoy. The décor is by Alex Katz, the most deservedly popular of modern painters—Taylor, with whom he collaborated on several occasions, was very much a part of Manhattan’s avant-garde visual-arts scene back in the Sixties—and the “plot,” if you want to call it that, is wonderfully fanciful.

Robert Gottlieb summed it up with his usual deftness when he reviewed the 2011 revival of Orbs in the New York Observer:

Orbs also provided Taylor with one of his greatest roles: His character is the Sun (in a white unitard, decorated with silver stars), and around him revolve the planets and moons. He presents them–the planets in two male-female couples, the moons four ravishing girls in shimmering Alex Katz costumes–and proceeds to instruct, nurture, discipline and cherish them….

When, after the intermission, we find ourselves down to Earth and among mere humans, it’s at an autumn wedding. Everyone’s in brown. The Sun is now the solemn, yet occasionally sly, minister. The bride and her bridesmaids and her conventionally weeping mother are our old friends, the female planets and their moons. We recognize the male planets in the groom, frantic with nerves–obsessively checking his hair, his tie, his fly–and his best man….

And then we’re back in the heavens, for the most beautiful and resonant passage in the entire work–“Plutonian Winter.” The orbs are deadened, life has drawn to a halt….

Paul Taylor may be a pessimist, but he’s not a sadist, at least not here. Winter, too, passes, and he brings the Sun and its satellites back to life and harmony in a reaffirming whirlwind of a coda.

Orbs_rep1-300x168Part of the charm of Orbs is that these delicious occurrences are accompanied by the most monumentally profound music that Beethoven ever wrote. The incongruity of the juxtaposition is occasionally startling, even jolting, yet you never feel that Taylor is having fun at Beethoven’s expense: he is simply showing you what he hears in the music. In Private Domain, his 1987 autobiography, he remarked that “the two-and-two-thirds of Beethoven’s last quartets that I pick might have been less intimidating had I realized how revered they are.” Take a close look at the unexpected swerve in the middle of that sentence and you’ll come away with a clue to the paradoxical way in which his creative mind works.

Orbs is rarely revived because of its length, and one of the reasons why I went out of my way to go to Saturday’s program was because it was the only one of Taylor’s major dances that I’d never seen. I was amazed to discover that most of the first half was set to the fearsomely rebarbative Grosse Fuge, and astonished that all of the second half was set to Op. 130, a work that I all but worship. If anyone would have felt inclined to bristle at finding comedy in these supremely sublime pieces, it would have been me. Instead, I wept.

Holiday2011PaulTaylorPh1TamaraBAs Hilary and I left the theater, I remembered something that Taylor once told me when I asked whether he thought his dances would survive him. “I don’t know if they’ll last,” he said. “I try to make them to last. They’re not made to be seen one time.” I suppose I’ve seen Esplanade fifteen or twenty times, never without finding new things at which to marvel. I doubt I’ll be so lucky with Orbs, since it isn’t performed very often and I’m not nearly so young as I was when I first discovered Taylor. It’s quite possible, in fact, that I’ll never see it again, just as I’ll almost certainly never return to the exquisitely beautiful Smoky Mountains waterfall to which my brother directed me nine years ago.

Time was when that thought would have reduced me to something like despair. Now I feel more inclined to rejoice that I’ve had the good fortune to see Orbs once. Perhaps I’m coming to understand what Justice Holmes meant when he said that “[l]ife grows more equable as one grows older; not less interesting, but I hope a little more impersonal. An old man ought to be sad. I don’t know whether I shall be when the wind is west and the sky clear.” I hope he was right, just as I hope Robert Browning was right when he wrote:

Youth ended, I shall try
My gain or loss thereby;
Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold:
And I shall weigh the same,
Give life its praise or blame:
Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old.

Perhaps I shall, too.

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Paul Taylor’s American Modern Dance will be performing at Lincoln Center through Sunday. Orbs will be performed on Thursday and Esplanade on Friday.

The finale of Esplanade, performed by the original cast and originally shown on PBS’ Dance in America in 1978:

The Brentano String Quartet plays the cavatina from Beethoven’s B Flat Quartet, Op. 130, at Princeton in 2012:

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This is a blog about the arts in New York City and the rest of America, written by Terry Teachout. Terry is a critic, biographer, playwright, director, librettist, recovering musician, and inveterate blogger. In addition to theater, he writes here and elsewhere about all of the other arts--books, … [Read More...]

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Billy and Me, my second play, received its world premiere on December 8, 2017, at Palm Beach Dramaworks in West Palm Beach, Fla. Satchmo at the Waldorf, my first play, closed off Broadway at the Westside Theatre on June 29, 2014, after 18 previews and 136 performances. That production was directed … [Read More...]

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