"How does one know when an actor isn’t “giving it their all” or is “phoning it in”? Maybe they were like that on opening night too, lol."
When one has seen a performer work wonders in other performances, and then seen that same performer delivering the laziest hackwork imaginable (I was sitting close enough to be able to see Nathan Lane actually scoping out the more than half-empty house at that appalling performance of THE FROGS), yeah, one can
I saw Nathan Lane at a matinee performance of THE FROGS, and swore never to see him at anything other than an evening performance after that. One of the laziest most utterly energy free performances I've ever seen, he was too busy scoping out the empty seats to actually work up any interest in what he was supposed to be doing. He was so bored with the proceedings he actually injured himself during the first act finale, and we got to see his understudy for the second act, who a
The CATS themselves all have the icky fake vibe -- there's something very off about it all. They look like the cute little creatures who've escaped from a government lab at the beginning of the horror movie, they've got this faintly sinister vibe and before you know it they've got an insatiable taste for human flesh and world domination. I'd gladly scoop them all into a sack and club them to death.
I just can't imagine a musical version of this material working very well. At all. And it would require a far more experienced musical theater composer than Paul McCartney to make it work. Now if it was Dave Malloy, that'd be me setting up camp outside the box office.
The questions begin -- will it be set in the U.S.? Will it be the same post-war period? And how will they shoe-horn in the inevitable gay subplot, probably with Bert a
Strikes me as a very bad idea -- we'll see if it ever actually happens. As with Sondheim's Bunuel musicals, just because it's announced doesn't mean we'll see it.
Hiddleston's blazing firy adequacy as an actor will make this one of the most easily skippable productions to slither out of the West End in a long time.
Biggest disappointment -- the casting of the two young leads in HADESTOWN. They had ZERO chemistry at the performance I attended. I just couldn't imagine anybody, much less our spindly senstive Evan Hansen knockoff Orpheus, going into the underworld to rescue that dreary little Ophelia, played with such zero charisma but a big singing voice by whatshername.
Saw it last night, loved every minute. Far from the easy "Technology Bad, People Good" message, Malloy seems to be pointing out that the fault is not in our phones, but in ourselves.
I saw it over the weekend and felt as others have felt -- rather lacking in Shepard's humor, and way too heavy-handed and ponderous, it announced its own importance in every single second. The opening gimmick was certainly spectacular, but it felt too on the nose, too blatant and obvious -- maybe if it had come later in the play, or something.
There just weren't any available American actors in the entire continent ready willing and able to play these three roles. They just had to go with British actors. Is there some kind of Equity deal going on? Or is Eddie Izzard's cache just that strong?
For me the biggest problem with the production, which I saw about a week ago, was the total, utter, absolute absence of anything remotely resembling even the vaguest whisper of an emotional connection between Lear and Cordelia. There was nothing, zip zero zilch -- for the first time in my experience with this story I found myself imagining Cordelia on the throne of France, laughing laughing laughing and suggesting to her husband that there might be some nice real estate in her home coun
I can only echo the praise of Ms. Channing's performance in SIX DEGREES. She really was that good. I remember being disappointed in the film, which couldn't summon the cinematic equivalent of the energy happening on that stage. The film seemed rather earth-bound somehow.
I remember Colm Wilkinson flinching when he lost Best Actor for LES MISERABLES to Robert Lindsay for ME AND MY GIRL. And Mickey Rooney's frozen smile when he lost Best Actor in a Musical for SUGAR BABIES to a visibly surprised Jim Dale for BARNUM.
EDIT -- a quick check of Youtube confirms that I remember wrong -- Colm Wilkinson wasn't shown after Lindsay won.
