Move over, Helen Mirren, and prepare
to be deposed. It’s true you are doing a lovely job portraying Queen Elizabeth
over on 45th Street, but look out for upstart Queen Kristin Chenoweth, the glittering
star of the Roundabout Theatre Company’s sublime revival of the Comden and
Green/Cy Coleman screwball musical comedy On The Twentieth Century at the
American Airlines Theatre in the heart of Times Square.
Ms. Chenoweth is riveting in a role that
fits her talents as if it had been created for her, though she was but 10 years
old and living in her native Oklahoma when On The Twentieth Century opened on
Broadway in 1978. Its star, Madeline Kahn, unfortunately withdrew after a couple of months into the
run, citing damage to her vocal cords.
Heaven forefend such a fate befalling Chenoweth,
an operatically-trained coloratura soprano whose singing is put to grand use
with Coleman’s score, one that pays tribute to comic operas and the operetta
style associated with the likes of Sigmund Romberg. On The Twentieth Century
allows Chenoweth to combine her ability to knock off those High Cs—as she amply
demonstrated in her performance in the New York Philharmonic’s concert version
of Candide in 2004—with her keen sense of physical comedy, on great display in
The Apple Tree, another Roundabout production in which she starred two years
later.
So it’s Cunégonde meets Passionella, a
combo punch that results, to borrow a quote from Candide, in creating the
best of all possible worlds for anyone who longs for that magical blend of star power and production values that makes for a perfect Broadway
musical.
Chenoweth plays a 1930s Hollywood superstar at the top of her game, who meets her egomaniacal match in Oscar Jaffee (Peter Gallagher). Jaffee is the theatrical impresario who discovered her when she was barely eking out a living as a rehearsal pianist, a moment we visit in flashback. Goodbye Mildred Plotka; hello Lily Garland.
Together, the pair embarked on a
whirlwind of theatrical successes and a torrid love affair, both of which ended
when Lily jumped ship and headed out to Tinseltown. Now Jaffee is down on his
luck. With four flops in a row and facing a mountain of debts, he is fleeing aboard the
train known as the Twentieth Century Limited. Much can happen in the 16 hours
it takes to get from Chicago to New York, and Jaffee intends to make things happen.
It seems he has arranged to be ensconced in the stateroom next to the one in which
Lily Garland is staying. His troubles will be over if only he can get her to sign a
contract with him.
This is the basic set-up that
encompasses Act I. Not only do we get to know Oscar and Lily, we meet the
show’s significant supporting players as well. There are Oliver (Mark
Linn-Baker) and Owen (Michael McGrath), Oscar’s loyal managerial team; Bruce
(Andy Karl), Lily’s hunka-hunka plaything, whose slim movie career is dependent
on his good looks and on keeping Lily interested in him; Letitia Peabody Primrose
(Mary Louise Wilson), an eccentric and evangelical woman of wealth who offers
to back Oscar’s next production, an epic about Mary Magdalene in which he hopes
to star Lily; and a show-stopping quartet of tap dancing porters (Rick Faugno,
Richard Riaz Yoder, Phillip Attmore, and Drew King) who undoubtedly will have
their own fan base as the run continues.
All of the elements come together in
the grand meteor shower that is Act II. No plot spoilers here, but kudos to the
book’s writers, Betty Comden and Adolph Green, who found a way to bring every
wild tangent back to the central story of Oscar and Lily. The writing partners
adapted the musical from the 1934 Howard Hawk film (titled Twentieth Century),
which starred John Barrymore and Carole Lombard as Oscar and Lily. But even
before that, there was a play of the same title by Charles MacArthur and Ben
Hecht. As it happens, Hecht also penned some of the Marx Brothers movies; that
is the kind of madcap mentality we can see at work here.
Although this is not a show that is
filled with hummable hit tunes, Cy Coleman has given us multiple musical
highlights, where the songs themselves join in glorious harmony with the
performances and with director Scott Ellis’s inspired staging. A couple of
highlights from Act I are the catchy title song, the splashy “Veronique,”
performed by Lily in her very first musical as Oscar’s protégée, and “Repent,”
sung by Ms. Wilson’s character with a twinkle in her eye as she relishes a
sinful past that predated her current religious fervor.
In Act II, almost every song is a
winner—from the dancing porters’ opener “Life Is Like A Train,” to an ode to Letitia
Primrose'’s money (“Five Zeros”), to a number about trying to get Lily to sign a
contract (“Sign Lily Sign”). There is also a hilarious chase through the train
(“She’s A Nut”), a grand production number that has Lily debating with herself
over what kind of role she should take in order to further her career
(“Babette”), and the final duet between the crazed couple when Oscar is
pretending to be on his death bed (“Lily/Oscar”).
And while Kristin Chenoweth is the
undisputed top banana, everyone else more than rises to the occasion. Peter Gallagher,
who suffered from a voice-damaging infection through much of the preview
period, is in fine fettle, giving a John Barrymore-worthy performance as Oscar.
Andy Karl shows great comic chops as Lily’s boy toy, and Mary Louise Wilson is
splendid as the kooky Letitia Primrose. The production is blessed as well with
David Rockwell’s art deco set design and William Ivey Long’s period costumes. The
only quibble: the orchestra is rather scaled back for such a full-throttled
production.
Somewhere in Broadway
Heaven, Betty Comden and Adolph Green are grinning from ear to ear, with two of
their shows delighting audiences in theaters residing on the same block of 42nd
Street – On The Town at the Lyric and On The Twentieth Century at the American
Airlines. There could not be a happier coming
together of great American Broadway musicals at their best.
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