DYNAMICS WORK, SO YES, IT’S ‘HOT’

Sixth in a series of Broadway reports

NEW YORK — “Some Like It Hot” is a 2023 musical remake of the popular 1959 Billy Wilder comedy with modern shenanigans and old-world charm.

If you adore vintage choreography, in the spirit of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, trotting non-stop all over the dance floor, and men cavorting in dresses and tresses because they witnessed gangland murders and need disguises to remain safe, then “Some Like It Hot” is your dance ticket, and it’s now playing at the Shubert Theatre on Broadway.

The ensemble, with Tony winner J. Harrison Ghee, as Jerry/Daphne, center right.

For me, “Some Like It Hot” is the best show now, with its special dynamics of motion, music, and manic energy.

It was the most-nominated Tony show this past June — 13 noms and four wins including J. Harrison’s Ghee’s  historic Leading Actor in a Musical award, Best Choreography for Casey Nicholaw, Best Original Score for Charlie Rosen and Bryan Carter, and Best Costume Design for Gregg Barnes).

Scenic Designer Scott Pask didn’t win, but should have earned a Tony, too, since he created a lifelike train car swiftly rolling from right to left in one scene. You practically felt the swoosh of the car passing by.

The cast, too, is choo-choo active, running in and out of closed doors and creating momentum of the rare kind.

Joe/Josephine and Jerry/Daphne become members of a traveling all-girl jazz band, led by Sweet Sue, portrayed by NaTasha Yvette Williams, with Sugar, the lead singer played by Adrianna Hicks (Marilyn Monroe was in the movie), during Prohibition-era times in Chicago and San Diego.

Adrianna Hicks, as Sugar, and Christian Borle, as Joe/Josephine.

The plot includes dizzying rushes in and out of doors, and non-stop prancing and dancing requiring speed and good timing, typical of the slam-dunk maniacal musical comedies of the past. One extreme and unexpected treat comes in a brisk flash of movement – Pask’s roaring train car, zooming across the stage. If you blinked, you’d have missed it. It was that fast.

The show boasts a host of “wow” moments. Ghee’s “You Coulda Knocked Me Over With a Feather” is a revelation – a confirmation that he realizes he is proudly a she and the song and sentiment are exquisitely honest.

And there’s charm and credibility with Osgood, the root beer dude played by Kevin Del Aguilar, who gets the hots for Daphne and why not? He/she is a beaut!

Further, Borle and Hicks manage to tap-tap-tap and sing their hearts out in a joyous staircase number, “Dance the World Away.”

One curiosity, and this was the first time I’ve seen this happen in a show. “Some Like It Hot,” the title tune, closed Act 1, with vocalists Hicks (as Sugar), Williams (as Sue) and Daphne (as Ghee) leading the ensemble to bring down the curtain. As the intermission ended, before the start of Act 2, it was announced that Hicks (Sugar) would be replaced by her understudy, TyNia Rene Brandon , no reason provided …

And that’s Show Biz. …

‘Some Like It Hot’

“Some Like It Hot” is a musical based on the Billy Wilder movie with the same name, with book by Matthew Lopez and Amber Ruffin, music by Marc Shaiman and lyrics by Scott Wittman and Marc Shaman, directed and choreographed by Casey Nicholaw

Playing at the Shubert Theatre on Broadway

‘NEW YORK:’ A ONE-SONG WONDER

Fifth in a series of Broadway reports

NEW YORK — One truly positive thing can be said of “New York, New York:” the title song immortalized separately and specifically by Frank Sinatra and Liza Minnelli has become an awesome theme song for the city that never sleeps.

From that mammoth hit song emerged the phrase, “My Kind of Town,” and clearly New York is everybody’s kind of town.

This show, based on an earlier film, not so much. The powerful title song is not delivered till the finale, which is logical, and the Francine Evans character, (Anna Uzeke) emerges singing the tune with the 20-something musicians wailing and soaring brassy notes on trumpets, trombones, French horns and supported by violin, guitar, viola and more.

If this rousing and soulful number was performed at the very opening of “New York, New York,” everyone would be wholly satisfied. We could all have gone home. The cast could have been dismissed for early dinner and call it a night.

But we had to wait through a mess of wayward subplots, and two acts of inconsequential songs and dancers, with little reward and beaucoup yawning.

This was not my kind of town, nor my kind of play.

This was a prime disappointment in the annals of Broadway musical history – a one-song wonder.

You can’t wholly blame the cast, which stars Colton Ryan as Jimmy Doyle, with standby Mike Cefalo in the performance I saw, Anna Uzeke as Francine Evans, Clyde Alves as Tommy Caggiano, John Clay III as Jesse Webb, Janet Dacal as Sofia Diaz, Ben Davis as Gordon Kendrick, Oliver Prose as Alex Mann, Angel Sigala as Mateo Diaz aka he/him, and Emily Skinner as Madame Veltri. Considering that this behemoth of a stinker – with high anticipation and grim delivery from multi-Tony winner Susan Stroman — is astonishing.

If Lin-Manuel Miranda, himself a Tony veteran, wrote new lyrics and infused Latin rhythms, the credits don’t acknowledge the tunes with cooperation from Broadway veteran John Kander, so even this is a puzzlement.

The script by David Thomas and Sharon Washington attempts to reflect the common notion that New York is a place of opportunity, where dreams can come true, and immigrants can start a new life.

Failure should not be an option in musical theater life, but “New York, New York” staggers and putters with no compass to turn around its misfortune. Some may find pearls and potency in this one, but nada for me. It misses the mark on several levels. …

‘New York, New York’

“New York, New York” is  musical inspired by the motion picture written by Earl M. Rauch, with music and lyrics by John Kander and Fred Ebb, with book by David Thompson co-written by Sharon Washington with additional lyrics by Lin-Manuel Miranda; directed and choreographed by Susan Stroman

Playing at the St. James Theatre on Broadway

Broadway grosses, for week ending July 2

“Back to the Future,” a new musical based on the popular movie, has shown remarkable box office power in its first few shows: it grossed $1.035 million after it premiered June 30. Not enough to make the Top 10 roster of shows, but just enough for it to join the Million Dollar Club.

We list the Top 7 here, which still is dominated by the long-running productions:

1 – “The Lion King,” $2.485 million.

2—“Hamilton,” $1.892 million.

3—“Wicked,” $1.880 million.

4—“Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street,” $1.794 million.

5—“Aladdin,” $1.607 million.

6—“MJ, the Michael Jackson Musical,” $1.557 million.

7—“Harry Potter & the Cursed Child,” $1.46 million.

Here’s the full list, courtesy The Broadway League:

And that’s Show Biz. ..

SOMETHING FOR ALL IN ‘MOULIN ROUGE’

Fourth of a series of Broadway reports

NEW YORK — “Moulin Rouge,” undeniably an expansive and explosive musical unfolding at the Al Hirschfeld Theatre on Broadway, is a monstrous dash of flash. It’s anything you might want it to be: a nightclub, a disco, a non-stop jukebox of hot pop songs, a floor show of can-can girls. Even a state of mind, as noted by Harold Zidler, the owner of the Moulin Rouge club, played by Eric Anderson.

The show – set in Gay Paree’s notable nightclub of the title — begins even before the spectacle opens, with costumed characters descending from sets onto the stage, crawling on the rims of both stage left and right, resembling Cirque du Soleil artists. The regalia — some nostalgic, some brief, some clearly exotic — build anticipation of what’s to come.

Amour is in the air, and when the dazzling melodies start thumping away, showtime means feathers, glitter, gyrations and hearty emotions.

“Lady Marmalade,” certainly the key prevailing anthem in the score, is all action and audience reaction. The cast and the audience members (some quietly, some not) belt out Labelle’s explicit and exquisite lyrics of  Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, and the dance party is officially on.

Director Alex Timbers and choreographer Sonya Tayeh retain the life-is-beautiful spirit of film director Baz Luhrmann and co-writer Craig Pearce, who collaborated on the film, which has been updated and upgraded with lots of oomph and power, with something to appeal to all, straight, gay, or LGBTQ.

Starring Joanna “Jojo” Levesque as Satine, a courtesan fighting tuberculosis, Derek Klena as the lovestruck composer Christian, Eric Anderson as Harold Zidler, Andre Ward as Toulouse-Lautrec, and David Harris as the Duke of Monroth, aka he/him, “Moulin Rouge” treats music as a drug in a sense that it’s easy to get high – with emotion and participation. Songs often are said to be the soundtrack of our lives, and surely, fleeting nostalgic moments of your memories whirl and twirl like a merry-go-round on steroids.

Unfortunately, the Playbill does not collate titles of the music employed during this journey, so you can’t reflect and count ’em. And the tunes are clustered into fast-and-furious medleys that you may not recall the fave you’re grooving to because, um, here comes another fastball.

But since songs are so dominant and definitive in the show, you’re likely to get dizzy with joy when you recognize Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” in a quick mashup with Britney Spears’ “Toxic,” then sooner or later, there’s an extended rendering of Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep,”  roaring out from the lungs of Christian and Santine. One of the shows impactful moment, this.

In case you forget when the charades and parades fade, Katy Perry’s “Fireworks,” Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones’ “Gimme Shelter” and “You Can’t Get Always Get What You Want” are prominently staged with glorious dances.

There are temptations, visual and aural, all tied to the tempo and choreography, and since this is kind of a Bohemian rhapsody, expect Elton John, Madonna and sundry others to pop in musically.

Be warned: if strobe lights and loud music offend you, you might best order balcony seats to be\some distance away from the pyrotechnics…

And that’s Show Biz. …

‘Moulin Rouge

“Moulin Rouge” is a musical based on the film written by Baz Luhrmann and Craig Pearce, directed by Luhrmaan, with book by John LoganPlaying at the Al Hirschfeld Theatre

MICHELE: THE BELLE OF ‘FUNNY GIRL’

Third in a series of Broadway reports

NEW YORK — Lea Michele has emerged as the belle of the revival of “Funny Girl,” becoming a diva of traditional Broadway musicals fueled by a female superstar.

She put the glee and the whee into the troubled show, which was launched a season ago with Beanie Feldstein in the lead.

Michele succeeded Feldstein on Sept. 6, 2022, earning six standing ovations on her first night, and the roars of approval haven’t stop at the August Wilson Theatre. Clearly, she’s become one of the next-generation’s leading ladies of the genre of traditional stage musicals like “Hello, Dolly!,” “Gypsy,” and “Mame,” and Michele’s appeal has rewarded her the opportunity to be the Fanny Brice voice in the show’s cast album. Also, Michele’s presence has buoyed the show into the Broadway League’s “million dollar club,” meaning that the weekly “Funny Girl” box office grosses have finally logged a slot on the elite list.

Lea Michele, as Fanny Brice in “Funny Girl.”

The fingerprints may be invisible, but there exists the Barbra Streisand aura in the revival – think “hello, gorgeous!” – when Fanny is in front of her dressing room mirror. Streisand’s Broadway debut as Fanny in the 1960s, coupled with the subsequent movie version in the late ‘60s in which she also starred, has been the stuff of legend, but Michele surely will make this her own trademark in the decades ahead. Michele, till now best known as a luminary from the “Glee” TV series, is poised and powerful in delivering she show’s best-known anthems, “People,” “I’m the Greatest Star” and “Don’t Rain on My Parade,” lasting favorites from the score by Jule Styne and Bob Merrill.

The tale, based on a book by Isobel Lennart revised by Harvey Fierstein, tracks the show biz quest of Brice, a Jewish vaudeville wonder from Brooklyn, who becomes a headliner of the famed Ziegfeld Follies, and wife of the production’s honcho, Nicky Arnstein, played by Ramin Karimloo. They have chemistry, notably on “You Are Woman, I Am Man” and “Who Are You Now.”

Naturally, there is a poker-playing Jewish mom, Mrs. Brice, portrayed by the beloved Tovah Feldshuh, who demonstrates her seasoned charm on “Who Taught Her Everything She Knew,” a duet with Jared Grimes as Eddie Ryan. …

And that’s Show Biz. …

Funny Girl’

“Funny Girl,” a musical featuring music by Jule Styne, lyrics by Bob Merrill, book by Isobel Lennart, revised book by Harvey Fierstein

Playing at the August Wilson Theatre, through Sept. 3

WHEEL-CHAIRING ON BROADWAY

First of a series of New York reports

NEW YORK – Truth be told, you have to be physically fit and heathy to enjoy the joys of Broadway and all the thrills New York offers.

The pandemic four years ago was my last trek to the Big Apple —  in the summer of 2019, before COVID 19 shut down the city and all of his attractions – and it took some guts to decide to finally catch up on what I’ve been missing.

A late June return was a challenge, because I’ve become weaker and wobblier than the last visit. I lost confidence and was concerned about the recurring manic crimes and unacceptable unrest. Yet I needed to return to New York, which always has been My Kind of Town, so a 10-day visit restored my faith in the destination.

 

And happily, I saw the city through new eyes, since I rented an electric wheelchair to augment the walking cane that accompanied my treks because of lower back pain and a stubborn sciatic right leg.

Yes, I am not just elderly, but I’m now part of the handicapped community, too.

Clearly, The Big Apple still is best enjoyed by foot.

But a bum back prevents long walks, without aggravating additional aches. So a battery-operated wheelchair seemed like logical band-aid. The chair made me realize that it was possible at least to get a bit more mileage in the outings. Not a helluva as lot more, but a reasonable daily dose of  a daily show (two on Wednesdays and Saturdays, when matinees are irresistible). Oh, what bliss! Live theater galore!

But you shouldn’t and can’t do this alone, without a support wheel in the form of a trouble-shooter and advance team member who monitors your behavior.  So lucky am I, to have my wife Vi (show here at the Museum of Broadway) running interference; she checked out where and which theater has handicapped priority entrances, where lobby-level restrooms are located in performing halls, and which restaurants are wheelchair-friendly.

I would not to be able to survive all that I did, without her guidance and trust, so thanks, honey.

Especially since my mobility has deteriorated considerably since the pandemic.

So the first time ever, I didn’t “do”  the subways any more (Vi objected, knowing subway stations have zero or very few elevators, but plenty of stairs to descend and climb). So despite the purchase of a Metro Card, which allow limitless subway and bus rides, we only had two bus trips after heated discussions. She always advocated taxis or Uber service.

So while the underground trains were taboo, I wanted to experience the street-friendly MTA buses on two occasions. Once, to visit a Trader Joe’s store on W. 14th Street near Union Square, and an immediate pause at a nearby Post Office to send home omiyage treats in Priority Boxes to avoid overweight airline suitcase fees.

The post office, however, had a few steps up from the sidewalks, so I waited patiently while Vi handled and processed the boxes for sending the treats. Two of three mailings were awaiting our return home.

As a novice wheelchair driver, I was like a kid trying to earn a driver’s license. Steering is via a toggle knob, for all forward, backward, or left and right moves. With one lone dry run in the lobby of Hotel Edison on W. 47th St., in the heart of the Theater District, I had no mentor, nor a how-to manual,  nor a trial run on the immensely crowded sidewalks of New York, night and day. But folks are hugely helpful, offering to lift or nudge the chair onto the pavement, or help jimmy it up or down, when necessary.

Similarly, on the bus, commuters – male and female – were open to kokua. And patient, too. Perhaps they pitied this oldster and wondered WTF?

You do know that buses “kneel” to enable cane, walker or wheelchair folks to enter or exit the bus.

They don’t know whether I had Wheelchair 101 certification, and laugh if you want, it’s not that easy to do parallel parking on the bus, while scores are watching, either the already boarded, or the small throng awaiting to board.

At a visit to the new Museum of Broadway, a hall of the treasure trove of Broadway actors, choreographers, writers and more, the corridors and the elevators are not as wide and generous

Like those at MoMa, the Whitney or The Met, so it takes meticulous and precise skills to make a quick turn or stop, with your toggle switch, but I had the benefit to have my friend Kevin Iwamoto (pictured in front of a glitery sign at the Museum of Broadway), pushing me cautiously, with the wheelchair on manual mode. Otherwise, I might have had an embarrassing collision with a display or Lin-Manuel Miranda’s “Hamilton” costume or a cluster or real-life Tony trophies.

I share these shameless revelations of wheel chairing, mostly because I fear handicapped folks might nix making a journey to a Broadway show, a dining spot, or a museum. Surely, having a trusty buddy along with the experience is a must. There’s so much culture out there to be enjoyed, and it’s treat to witness the joy of musical theater or experience Cuban cuisine once in a while. There’s so much to explore and savor if you’re willing to take a chance and go for it.

I had surprising fun, doing nothing but sitting in my wheelchair on several instances, watching vacationers in action. Times Square offers free shows year-round, like free performances from budding stars, in the space where there’s the tiered seating above the TKTS booth, watching a model try to build a portfolio with her boyfriend shooting pics, sometimes in the middle of a crowded crosswalk while folks are transiting, or cheapie Mickey and Minnie, counterfeit Spiderman impersonators trying to get unknown folks to get a photo taken with ‘em, then asking for a few days payment.

And that’s Show Biz. …