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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Come Look at the Freaks

Review: Side Show

Ryan Silverman, Emily Padgett, Erin Davie, and Matthew Hydzik star in the Broadway revival of the cult musical Side Show.

It's impossible to know what exactly caused Side Show's criminally short run on Broadway when it first opened in late 1997. By all accounts it was a strong production that made enough of a an impression to snag 4 Tony nominations despite closing in early January in a competitive season which birthed modern masterpiece Ragtime and box office juggernaut The Lion King. The production made stars of Alice Ripley and Emily Skinner, and as demonstrated by the original cast album Henry Krieger and Bill Russell's score is simply top notch. Perhaps opening on Broadway without the benefit of an out of town tryout hurt the show, or maybe the dark subject matter (about real life conjoined twins Daisy and Violet Hilton) scared away potential audience members. Hopefully this excellent new production, under the direction of Oscar winner Bill Condon, meets with more financial success, as it is the kind of ambitious musical drama that is all too rare on Broadway today.

This is not quite the Side Show that opened on Broadway in the fall of 1997. The basic premise, which traces Daisy and Violet's rise from side show attractions to one of the highest paid acts in vaudeville, remains the same as in the original, but many of the details have been changed and updated. Krieger and Russell have heavily reworked the material with a major assist from Condon, who also receives bookwriting credit on the new version, restructuring what was a largely sung-through piece into a more traditional book musical. While I am only passingly familiar with the show's original incarnation, I can report that this new version boasts an excellent, character driven libretto that is lean and tight, with nary an extraneous scene or musical interlude during its fast paced two and a half hour runtime. In fact, if there is any fault in the writing, it is that the issues it broaches are so fascinating that you're often left wanting more.

The show is refreshingly light handed and nuanced when it comes to any kind of message or "lesson" to be learned. Daisy, Violet, and their fellow side show attractions are never portrayed as helpless victims despite the abuse they suffer, and even the less savory characters are given believable motivations and redeeming qualities. Many of the people in Side Show do bad things, but the script mercifully avoids labeling any of them as bad people, choosing instead to let the audience pass judgment if they're so inclined. The romantic elements of the show cover some well worn territory (apparently the vaudeville circuit is a breeding ground for unrequited love), but the added wrinkle of having two distinct protagonists literally attached at the hip gives those stories enough new complications to keep things interesting.

The cast is anchored by two breakthrough performances from Emily Padgett and Erin Davie as Daisy and Violet, respectively. Simultaneously approachable and ethereal, both actresses do an excellent job of delineating their two characters while keeping them separate halves of the same whole. They truly feel as if they have been with one another their entire lives, with a complex and layered relationship that plays out as much in looks and wordless communication as it does in actual lines and songs. Their voices blend seamlessly during their many duets, and truly soar during their two big numbers, the Act I closer "Who Will Love Me As I Am?" and the rousing, climactic "I Will Never Leave You." The later is a particularly impressive display of vocal and acting ability, even if the number's staging represents one of Condon's few directorial missteps (to state exactly how Condon went wrong risks spoiling the ending).

As the manager and choreographer who discover the Hiltons, Ryan Silverman and Matthew Hydzik also give excellent performances. Silverman's Terry offers a bit more substance, especially in the revealing "Private Conversation," and the smooth-voiced baritone does particularly well with that number. The immensely charming Hydzik is slightly underutilized as Buddy (one suspects there was more to his character arc than the authors had time for), but he makes the most of what he's given. And David St. Louis brings an extraordinary amount of depth to the role of Jake, the twin's closest friend who has secretly been pining for Violet for years. St. Louis leads the rousing "The Devil You Know," and his "You Should Be Loved" in Act II is another show highlight.

The show's production design is less consistent than the performances, with some sections looking beautiful and others like a bit of an afterthought. David Rockwell's set design for the initial side show is a wonderfully varied collection of platforms and staircases in a beautifully muted color palette, both striking and run down at the same time. As the twins move up in the world, backdrops begin to take the place of actual set pieces, which can make the large stage at the St. James look a tad sparse. Thankfully Paul Tazewell's costumes and the lighting design by Jules Fisher and Peggy Eisenhauer pick up the slack, adding some Broadway glitz and glamour to go with the twins' newfound fame. And Dave and Lou Elsey deserve special mention for the fantastic job they've done on the special makeup for the various side show performers, which strikes the perfect balance between being repulsive and oddly appealing.

Overall, Condon and his crew have done a remarkable job overhauling Side Show in a way that feels true to the spirit of the original, keeping a laserlike focus on the storytelling and character elements. Uniformly fine performances by the supporting cast and truly great work from stars Padgett and Davie further elevate the material, and while the production design can seem bare bones that starkness often works in the piece's favor. Now it's up to audiences to ensure this production has a longer life than the ill-fated original, as this is theatre that deserves to reach the widest audience possible.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

These Queens Have "Something Extra"

Review: Pageant

The glamorous ladies of the Miss Glamoresse pageant are sure to entertain.

Between the runaway success of Broadway's Kinky Boots and the continually growing popularity of RuPaul's Drag Race (which is incidentally the best reality show on television, and something you should binge watch *immediately* if you aren't familiar with it), drag is definitely having a cultural moment. Which is why it makes perfect sense to bring back the 1991 Off-Broadway musical Pageant, a hysterical sendup of beauty pageant culture featuring (what else?) men in drag. This 90 minute gem is one of the most giddily entertaining shows in town, and is must-see viewing for anyone with even the mildest interest in musical theatre and/or drag.

The setup of Pageant is simplicity itself: six contestants, having already won their regional beauty pageants, convene onstage to vie for the title of Miss Glamoresse and the accompanying spokeswoman job. They compete in staple categories like the Eveningwear, Swimsuit, and Talent portions, along with Glamoresse-specific areas like Spokeswoman and the aptly named Beauty Crisis Counseling. Adding an element of unpredictability to the show, five audience members are chosen at random to act as judges, meaning the final outcome changes each night.

The entire affair is a lovingly tongue in cheek mockery of high stakes pageants like Miss America, howling funny in its satire without ever coming across as judgemental or mean spirited. I haven't laughed this much at a show in years, and at one point I was literally crying from laughing so hard. For all the absurdity on display - and there is plenty of it - the contestants play things remarkably straight. Outside of a few throwaway lines there is little acknowledgement that these ladies are actually men, which prevents the show from becoming self-aware commentary and ensures the laughs come from character and situation rather than overly clever metatheatrics. The zinger-filled book by Frank Kelly and Bill Russell keeps everything moving at a breezy pace, and while Albert Evans' score isn't particularly memorable it gets the job done and is an excellent framework for Kelly and Russell's cheeky lyrics.

All of the Miss Glamoresse contestants do a fabulous job crafting fully formed personas based on wonderfully evocative regional titles like Miss Great Plains or Miss Bible Belt, and every audience member will surely have a favorite. Alex Ringer's Miss Texas is especially beguiling, an old-school pageant queen channeling the poise, beauty, and barely disguised disdain often attributed to old southern money; to use drag parlance, she is "serving Dallas realness." Ringer's talent portion is the real deal, a delightfully kitschy and athletic tap routine complete with six shooters and a toy pony. And should it become clear that Miss Texas won't be winning the night's competition (as happened at the performance I saw), Ringer's underplayed, slow burn reaction is pure comedic genius.

As the aforementioned Miss Bible Belt, Curtis Wiley brings the house down with his gospel-influenced number "I'm Banking on Jesus." Wiley perfectly modulates his God-loving, "praise him" shtick, heightening it enough to elicit deep belly-laughs without crossing the line into abject mockery. Seth Tucker plays Miss West Coast as a blonde bombshell with minimal understanding of what's happening, and her Spokeswoman segment (too good to spoil here) is one of the night's biggest laughs. Swing Fred Odgaard was on in the role of Miss Great Plains the evening I attended, with a "you betcha" persona clearly inspired by the great Midwest-set pageant film Drop Dead Gorgeous. (Pageant actually shares a lot of comedic sensibilities with that cult classic film.) Odgaard wasn't quite as comfortable in his role as the rest of the performers - understandable given his minimal rehearsal time - but his interpretive poetry "talent" still had me in stitches.

Nic Cory is underutilized as Miss Industrial North East, although he milks what he has for all its worth. Marty Thomas' Miss Deep South suffers from too much overlap with the other contestants (Miss Texas and Miss Bible Belt cover similar territory in a more defined, specific way), although Thomas scores big points for his patently ridiculous ventriloquist act. And as the ringmaster of the entire spectacle, John Bolton is suitably charming even if his stage time steadily decreases as the evening goes on.

You would be hard pressed to find a more entertaining 90 minutes than Pageant, and the show has thankfully been extended into the New Year, giving you plenty of chances to see these beauties for yourself. There's a wholesome sweetness to this pageant that belies a simpler time, yet the show feels as fresh and hilarious as if it were written yesterday. Come prepared to laugh, heartily and often, at one of the best theatrical productions of the year. As Bolton's host character sings towards the beginning of the show, these queens definitely have "something extra."