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Of Divas and the Depression

 

Lorenzo Pisoni, Lee Pace, Will Rogers, and Bebe Neuwirth in Terrence McNally’s “Golden Age.” | JOAN MARCUS

Lorenzo Pisoni, Lee Pace, Will Rogers, and Bebe Neuwirth in Terrence McNally’s “Golden Age.” | JOAN MARCUS

BY CHRISTOPHER BYRNE | Opera features prominently in the work of Terrence McNally, and while it’s often used for bravura effect (notably in “The Lisbon Traviata” and “Master Class”), his new play “Golden Age” is, for all the surface histrionics of the deliciously over-the-top characters, a delicate play about loss, love, and forgiveness that is consistently engaging, thought-provoking, and ultimately moving.

It is 1835, the opening night of Vincenzo Bellini’s final opera, “I Puritani,” and we find ourselves backstage at the Théâtre-Italien in Paris. Bellini has brought four of his favorite singers to perform at the premiere, and as the show begins, they are in a flurry of ego, anxiety, and dishing about — among other things — their careers, their talents, and Bellini’s rival composer Donizetti. But there is plenty of drama to go around.

The baritone Antonio Tamburini is padding his pants with vegetables to increase his sex appeal. Luigi LaBlanche, the bass, bemoans the fate of all basses, while Giulia Grisi, the soprano, frets about her performance — and her bitter rivalry with another Bellini favored soprano, Maria Malibran, who just happens to show up backstage. Meanwhile Bellini is increasingly ill and his attentive lover, Francesco Florimo, looks on, while the tenor Giovanni Rubini pines for Grisi, who in turn is smitten with Rubini’s rival. Rubini vows to win Grisi by singing the F above High C, something no tenor has yet achieved. (It is also a turning point in “I Puritani,” but you don’t need to know that to appreciate Rubini’s torment, or any of the play for that matter.) All together, the story is enough to make one’s head spin, and if this were a kind of opera world “Noises Off,” that might even be enough.

However, don’t let the theatrics fool you. The center of this play is ultimately an intimate look at how we each must confront that point of no return when we become fully cognizant of our limitations and our mortality. It could be the end of a career as with Malibran, the demise of a dream of love for Rubini, or death in the case of Bellini, but it comes to us all, and if we survive, for a while at least, we are irretrievably changed by it. It is the dichotomy between the life we manufacture for public consumption and the darker places within our private selves.

In talking about the creation of the opera, Bellini says near the end of the play, “No one will know what it cost me.” If we are conscious, each of us knows what creating our lives has cost, and we alone can judge if it was worth the price.

Walter Bobbie’s powerful direction brings the world to life and balances McNally’s sharp, contemporary language with a sense of period, ably assisted by the wonderful costumes of Jane Greenwood and Santo Loquasto’s set.

The cast, too, is outstanding. Lorenzo Pisoni as Tamburini is both swaggering and insecure. Ethan Phillips as LaBlanche is a stabilizing influence, an older man who has made his peace. Eddie Kaye Thomas as Rubini and Dierdre Friel as Grisi are both perfectly self-centered and youthful. Lee Pace is excellent as Bellini, and Will Rogers as Florimo is a passionate outsider to this world in a touching and moving portrayal of love in the face of artistic temperament.

Bebe Neuwirth gives an extraordinary and underplayed portrayal of Malibran, a woman who knows her career is nearing its end and yet is not quite ready to yield the spotlight. The subtle tension in her portrayal between the proud diva and the apprehensive woman is a highlight of the evening.

McNally has brilliantly upended the backstage story to ask the bittersweet question whether the “Golden Age” is before or after we understand the transitory nature of, well, everything.

USE BYRNE annie THEATER.jpgAnthony Warlow and Lilla Crawford in the Martin Charnin, Charles Strouse, and Thomas Meehan musical “Annie.” | JOAN MARCUS<br /><p class=" src="http://gaycitynews.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/BYRNE-annie-THEATER.jpg" width="300" height="199" /> USE BYRNE annie THEATER.jpg
Anthony Warlow and Lilla Crawford in the Martin Charnin, Charles Strouse, and Thomas Meehan musical “Annie.” | JOAN MARCUS

It’s hard not to like “Annie,” the aggressively infectious, Depression-era rags-to-riches story of the little orphan who ends up adopted by Oliver Warbucks. The Martin Charnin, Charles Strouse, and Thomas Meehan musical has been a staple for more than 35 years. It’s got an unforgettable score, a strong book, and several sure-fire peak moments.

So it’s unfortunate that the Broadway revival is such a disappointment. Director James Lapine and choreographer Andy Blankenbuehler have turned in a watered down production that looks flashy but never catches the heart.

A major problem is the approach to the quintessential meanie, Miss Hannigan, the woman who runs the orphanage and terrorizes the little girls. Lapine seems to have absorbed the growing hesitancy of showing kids in real danger in a show — even when there’s a happy ending — and so has directed Kate Finneran to be a cartoonish drunk and no real threat at all. Finneran’s Miss Hannigan makes no sense. Where is the anger and resentment over her life? Finneran makes one of the great comic villains of all time just plain boring. Without that — and lacking a show-stopping rendition of “Little Girls” — the show has no tension, becoming a bland predictable kind of comedy that “Annie” has always risen above.

This is also a show that should spring to life in the dances. Blankenbuehler has gone long on the props and short on the tap shoes to create numbers that have almost no energy whatsoever. One of the reasons we love to see “Annie” again is for those precocious little orphans dancing their hearts out to “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile,” or the evil exuberance of “Easy Street” with Miss Hannigan, her brother Rooster (the miscast Clarke Thorell), and his moll Lily St. Regis (the tepid J. Elaine Marcos). In this production, the numbers fall flat, as does “NYC,” by the way.

Lilla Crawford as Annie has the kind of voice that could cut through the hull of a freighter, which is absolutely obligatory for the role, and she’s cute and plucky. The high point of the show, though, is Anthony Warlow as Daddy Warbucks. He’s got a magnificent baritone and just the right level of discomfort with Annie, which ultimately turns into parental love.

David Korins’ set is another bright spot in the evening as it unfolds like a pop-up book and plays wonderful visual tricks with scale and perspective.

Despite its juvenile theme, “Annie” can be a sophisticated show. It’s unfortunate that the producers and creative team have served us cold mush — no better than what Miss Hannigan serves her long-suffering orphans.

GOLDEN AGE | New York City Center | 131 W. 55th St. | Through Jan, 13; Tue.-Wed. at 7 p.m.; Thu.-Sat. at 8 p.m.; Wed., Sat.-Sun. at 2 p.m. | $85 |  nyccitycenter.org or 212-581-1212

ANNIE | Palace Theatre | 1554 Broadway at 46th St. | Tue.-Thu. at 7 p.m.; Fri.-Sat. at 8 p.m.; Sat. at 2 p.m.; Sun at 1 & 6:30 p.m. | $99-$119 | ticketmaster.com or 866-448-7849

 

 

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