Elf (Marquis Theatre)

By Harry Forbes

When “Elf” premiered on Broadway back in 2010, I opined that the show was so good it could easily have staying power well beyond the new year. My cheeky advice went unheeded, of course, and the show closed after playing its planned seasonal run. But it was brought back at Christmastime a couple of years later. 

And now, here it is again, this time with a thoroughly new production team, with its essential quality emerging as remembered. 

Polls have repeatedly named the 2003 Will Ferrell film “most popular Christmas movie” so, for most, a synopsis is probably superfluous. But for the uninitiated, “Elf” tells of central character Buddy, who had been brought to an orphanage by his dying mother and subsequently managed to climb into Santa’s sack, so was raised in the North Pole believing himself to be an elf. 

When Santa finally reveals Buddy’s backstory, Buddy travels to New York to meet his birth father, Walter Hobbs, previously unaware of Buddy's existence. Long since remarried to Emily, Walter now has a young son, Charlie, one who doesn’t believe in Santa Claus any more than the work-consumed Walter. When a DNA test verifies Buddy’s parentage, Walter reluctantly takes him in. Eventually, Buddy lands a job in Macy’s Christmas department where he falls for the loveless Jovie. It’s hardly a spoiler to reveal that all is set right eventually with a giant affirmation of Santa Claus. 

Once again, I admired the economy of Thomas Meehan and Bob Martin’s script which satisfyingly honors the film’s screenplay by David Berenbaum. And the tuneful, old-time Broadway score by Matthew Sklar (music) and Chad Beguelin (lyrics) -- under the musical direction of Alan Williams -- is a pleasure to hear again.

Smartly cast with Broadway pros Ashley Brown and Michael Hayden as Charlie’s parents; “Tina” alum Kaylen Davion as Jovie, Jennifer Sánchez as Walter’s good natured secretary Deb, Kai Edgar as Michael, Kalen Allen as a beleaguered Macy’s manager, and Sean Astin skillfully switching between Walter’s bottom-line boss Mr. Greenway and jovial Santa. All are excellent.

Musically, Brown and Edgar knock it out of the park with their two duets, “I’ll Believe in You” and “There is a Santa Claus.” Davion scores with her soulful “Never Fall in Love.” And Sanchez in a particular bright spot in all her moments, musical and otherwise. 

As Buddy, Grey Henson proves a worthy successor to role originator Sebastian Arcelus, and tops his previous Broadway work in “Shucked” and “Mean Girls” with an altogether delightful performance. 

Philip Wm. McKinley directs at a brisk pace, and Liam Steel’s choreography is great fun. 

Gareth Owen and Peter Fitzgerald’s sound design is somewhat overamped in the current style, but the dialogue and lyrics are never distorted Tim Goodchild’s set and costume design -- lighted by Patrick Woodroffe with video design by Ian William Galloway & Mesmer Studios --  sets the festive tone, and there are several nice scenic surprises which delight. 

In its modest but winning way “Elf” more than holds its own with all the current musical offerings on Broadway, and, a rarity, actually sends the audience out humming at least one of the tunes, the earwormy “Buddy the Elf.” 

(Marquis Theatre, 210 West 46th Street; ElfOnBroadway.com; through January 4)

Photo by Evan Zimmerman for MurphyMade: (l.-r.) Grey Henson, Sean Astin

Maybe Happy Ending (Belasco Theatre)

By Harry Forbes

This new musical with Darren Criss and Helen J. Shen as futuristic robots is surely the most unexpectedly and disarmingly delightful show of the year so far. A 2016 Korean hit, which swept the Korean Musical Awards and has already had successful runs in Japan and China, and also a 2020 engagement at the Alliance Theatre in Atlanta, GA., from which this production emanates, the show should win more hearts and fans on Broadway.

The setting remains Seoul, Korea in the “near future,” the program facetiously tells us. In this world, so-called Helperbots -- lifelike robots -- serve the humans until they are “retired” to the Helperbot Yards where they live in neat, ultramodern studio apartments.Oliver (Criss) and Claire (Shen) are two such. Though there is little to no interaction among the residents, and Oliver’s only companion is his trusty house plant, Claire one day knocks on Oliver’s door when she finds she is running out of power and needs a charge.

The insular Oliver is reluctant to answer much less help her, but eventually, he succumbs. Claire gradually wears down his resistance to more social interaction, and before long, they will take an adventurous journey to a distant island where Oliver plans to reunite with his former master James who imbued in Oliver a serious love of jazz. Despite Claire's skepticism, Oliver insists that James had been a true friend, not merely his master. Claire, for her part, hopes to witness the wondrous fireflies there. 

Although these bots are not programmed for love, of course, we know that romance is sure to blossom. I don’t want to give much more away but suffice to say, their odyssey becomes a profoundly spiritual and moving experience for them as well as the audience. 

Criss as the inferior (and more robotic) model 3 bot does some of the best work of his career in a superbly disciplined and downright lovable performance, while Shen compliments him beautifully as the more gregarious and advanced model 5. 

Two other excellent performers round out the cast: Dez Duron as lounge singer Gil Brentley who pops up periodically echoing Oliver’s infatuation with jazz, and Arden Cho as James and several other characters. 

One of the nicest surprises about this show is that it’s not yet another over amplified rock musical, but a gentle, jazz-infused  score with songs that genuinely arise out of the situation. Will Aronson and Hue Park share the superior composing honors. The show it reminded me of most in its unpretentious charm was the Michel Legrand “Amour” in 2002. I do hope that “Maybe Happy Ending” surpasses that one’s unfortunately short run, and perhaps Criss’ starry participation will ensure healthy box office.

Directed with supreme sensitivity by Michael Arden (who also helmed the earlier Atlanta mounting), there’s not a false emotional note here, and everything unfolds on Dane Laffey’s classily simple but elegant set. Laffey also collaborated on George Reeve’s stunning video design. Clint Ramos’ costumes, Peter Hylenski’s sound, and Ben Stanton’s lighting are all state-of-the-art perfect for this material. 

Highly recommended. 

(Belasco Theatre, 111 West 44th Street; www.maybehappyending.com or Telecharge or 212-239-6200)

Photo by Matthew Murphy & Evan Zimmerman: (l.-r.) Helen J. Shen, Darren Criss

Strike Up the Band (MasterVoices)

By Harry Forbes

Director/conductor Ted Sperling has again done George and Ira Gershwin proud with his one night performance of the first of the team’s three political satires. (The MasterVoices Orchestra and Chorus has already triumphed with the later works, “Of Thee I Sing” and its follow-up “Let ‘Em Eat Cake.”)

Back in 1927, “Strike Up the Band” had a troubled genesis. Its out-of-town tryout in Philadelphia was rapturously received by critics, but the public proved indifferent, and the show (with its book by George S. Kaufman) didn’t come to Broadway until 1930 in significantly different form with a revised book by Morrie Ryskind. The result was more musical than operetta, and spotlighted the comic talents of top-billed Bobby Clark and Paul McCullough. So, too, the Gershwin brothers rewrote half the score. Here’s footage of George Gershwin at rehearsals for the revised version.

For this revival, Sperling and co-book writer, theater historian Laurence Maslon, retained the 1927 structure while including some of the best of the 1930 material. Thus, we were able to hear such delights as “Hangin’ Around With You,” “Mademoiselle from New Rochelle,” and “I’ve Got a Crush On You,” among others, from the latter. There was some character reassignment. But their new book was, all in all, a skillful blend of both, and never felt bloated. The musical parts derived from the Tommy Krasker restorations done for the Nonesuch recordings in 1991.

The plot concerns Horace J. Fletcher (John Ellison Conlee), a dimwitted cheese manufacturer who, with the help of Washington VIP Colonel Holmes (David Pittu), instigates a war with Switzerland when the latter objects to a tariff about to be imposed on imported Swiss cheese. Fletcher wants the tariff as it will drive up the price of his competition, and help him corner the domestic market. 

His daughter Joan (Shereen Ahmed) falls for investigative reporter Jim Townsend (Bryce Pinkham) though her father expects her to marry his right hand man C. Edgar Sloane (Claybourne Elder). Meanwhile, the factory foreman Timothy (Phillip Attmore) is romancing Horace’s executive assistant Miss Meade (Lissa deGuzman). 

Wealthy dowager Mrs. Draper (amusing Victoria Clark, miles removed from her recent “Kimberly Akimbo” role) hopes to enlist Fletcher in her program to send deprived country kids to the big city (an amusing twist on the usual such philanthropic venture). Throughout it all, a character named George Spelvin (very funny Christopher Fitzgerald, channeling Lou Costello) weaves in and out of the story morphing into various wacky roles. 

It took a while for the silliness of the premise and the hokeyness of the dialogue to catch fire, but about halfway through the first half, everything clicked, thanks largely to the charm and skill of the marvelous cast, many MasterVoices veterans. And certainly, many of the show's themes -- politics, war, even tariffs -- resonate today. Encores resurrected the show back in 1998 with a stellar cast but I can’t recall enough of it to make a detailed comparison.

Apart from the classic title song (rousingly performed here), this is the show from which those classic songs “The Man I Love” and “I’ve Got a Crush on You” emanate. And it was fascinating to be reminded of their original context. The former -- gorgeously sung, first by Ahmed, and then in duet with Pinkham -- was sublime. And the latter, so often done as a ballad today, was a jaunty number for deGuzman and Attmore, leading into a spirited dance. 

The performance, in fact, included more dancing than ever before, niftily devised by Alison Solomon, and also -- for the first time with MasterVoices -- tap dancing. Of the principals, deGuzman and Attmore had the lion’s share of hoofing which they executed as skillfully as their singing.

Pinkham was in particularly lustrous voice, and earned an especially big hand for his final number “Homeward Bound,” originally performed by a soldier character. Clark had plenty of opportunity to show off her high soprano range. And Conlee, Elder, Pittu, and Fitzgerald -- all dramatically and comically solid -- shone in their vocal moments.

The Gershwins were Gilbert and Sullivan fans, and Ira is said to have admired especially Gilbert’s witty lyrics. Though the music is quintessential Gershwin, all the many choral interjections and extended musical sequences are structurally reminiscent of G&S and operetta in general. And, in that regard, the MasterVoices chorus sounded splendid from their opening “Fletcher’s American Cheese Choral Society” number and all the rest. The musical comedy numbers are there, sure, but the operetta elements are unmistakable, especially the Act One Finaletto wherein Townsend reveals his big discovery that Fletcher’s premium cheese is, in fact, tainted with Grade B milk. 

Three fascinating podcasts hosted by John McWhorter of "The New York Times" -- with Sperling and Maslon, “New Yorker” cartoonist and editor Bob Mankoff, and John Mauceri, conductor of the Nonesuch recordings, respectively -- break down the many facets of the show. 

(Carnegie Hall, 881 7th Avenue; October 29th only; www.mastervoices.org)

Photos by Toby Tenenbaum:

(Top) Dancers

(Below) (l.-r.) Lissa deGuzman, Shereen Ahmed, Bryce Pinkham, Victoria Clark, John Ellison Conlee

(Bottom) Christopher Fitzgerald & company

Sunset Blvd. (St. James Theatre)

By Harry Forbes

Andrew Lloyd-Webber is having quite the year. First, there was the acclaimed off-Broadway "Cat"-less reworking of his "now and forever" megahit. And now, here's a stripped down, highly stylized reversioning of the 1993 musical which, on the West End and Broadway, was dominated by John Napier’s majestic hydraulic set and grand staircase, and with the cast outfitted in Anthony Powell’s stylish period costumes. 

Director Jamie Lloyd’s current production dispenses with these traditional elements and even basic props, though Soutra Gilmour’s scenic design is striking and hardly less elaborate, in its way, than the original. And the cast is chicly decked out in non-period specific black (also Gilmour), on a mostly darkened smokey stage.

Lloyd’s 2023 production of “A Doll’s House” was virtually a blueprint for this, which includes an even more spectacular breaking of the fourth wall than he managed for that Ibsen revival. 

The four principals from London have been imported for Broadway. And they are all excellent: Tom Francis in the film’s William Holden role of writer Joe Gillis accidently finding himself on the property of silent film star recluse Norma Desmond when he drives there to evade his car being repossessed by the agents chasing him; David Thaxton as Norma’s fiercely protective manservant Max; and Grace Hodgett Young as Betty the studio assistant who falls for Joe, unaware of his involvement with the aging Norma. 

Apart from Lloyd’s imaginative staging, what keeps us riveted is Nicole Scherzinger’s unique portrayal of Norma. She is absolutely mesmerizing. 

Is she better than all the Normas who have come before her, such as Patti LuPone, Glenn Close, Betty Buckley, Elaine Paige and long run champ Petula Clark? I’d say it’s more a case of apples and oranges as the staging is so very different, and let's not forget those earlier interpreters of the role were each special in their own ways. 

Scherzinger certainly has the terpsichorean edge on her predecessors, as her lithe and sensual moves as devised by choreographer Fabian Aloise add another dimension to the role. So, too, there’s now a younger version of Norma sinuously danced by Hannah Yun Chamberlain. (Aloise’s choreography for the rest of the ensemble is quite striking as well, and gives them plenty to do in light of the streamlining elsewhere.)

Supporting roles like Joe’s friend (and Betty’s fiance) Artie (Diego Andres Rodrigquez), studio exec Sheldrake (Tyler Davis), and so on, have relatively brief onstage stime. The focus is squarely on the leads here. Even the role of legendary director Cecil B. DeMille is represented only by a giant silhouette voiced by one of the ensemble.

The score itself sounds as lush and sumptuous as ever under the direction of Alan Williams. There have been some cuts in the music including “The Lady’s Paying” and “Eternal Youth is Worth a Little Suffering” sequences. But those numbers incorporated tunes heard elsewhere in the score anyway.

The elaborate and impressive video design is the work of Nathan Amzi and Joe Ransom. A webcam follows the characters throughout as their images are projected on the expansive backdrop. And, of course, it’s Norma who plays to the camera most of all, in sometimes a shamelessly hammy way perhaps not quite in the manner of a once great lady of the silver screen, even a self-deluded one

But no matter. It’s still a great performance. Throughout the evening, I kept wondering how Scherzinger would fare in the traditional Trevor Nunn staging. And I finally decided she’d be equally powerful even sans Lloyd’s almost Kabuki-like stylization. As it is, she earns two midshow ovations for her big numbers “With One Look” and “As If We Never Said Goodbye.” And at the end of the show, the audience rewards her and the rest of the cast with a thunderous and, unlike so many shows these days, absolutely genuine ovation.

There were projections in the original Nunn staging, but Lloyd really goes to town with the cinematic flourishes, even including movie style credits at the beginning and end of the show. 

Clearly this revisal is something to see.

(St. James Theatre, 246 West 44th Street; SunsetBlvdBroadway.com)

Photo by Marc Brenner: Nicole Scherzinger

Hold On to Me Darling (Lucille Lortel Theatre)

By Harry Forbes

I didn’t catch Kenneth Lonergan’s play when it ran at the Atlantic Theater Company in 2016, but the current revival -- directed, like the last, by Neil Pepe, and featuring three of the original company -- is a winner, and another feather in the cap of Adam Driver. He takes the lead role of country singer Strings McCrane who returns home to Beaumont, Tennessee. for his mother’s funeral.

Driver is no stranger to New York theater, and has played an impressive variety of roles in plays by Shaw, Rattigan, Osborne, and Lanford Wilson, but in spite of his ever-growing film fame, he hasn't given up on stage work. And as with his previous film and theater roles, he again proves how skillfully he can completely transform himself to the character at hand

HIlariously self absorbed and self-pitying, and prey to any woman who sympathizes with him, Strings falls for the flattery and idolatry of masseuse Nancy (spot on Heather Burns) sent to his hotel room to relieve his stress. And later, at the funeral home, he finds himself inexorably drawn to Essie (Adelaide Clemens, also marvelous), the lovely second cousin he barely noticed before. And throughout it all, his puppy dog adoring assistant Jimmy (Keith Nobbs) is always on hand to do his bidding. He’ll also reconnect with his half brother Duke (CJ Wilson) who leads what now appears to Strings to be an enviably “normal” life. And ultimately, he’ll get to meet the father (Frank Wood) he hasn’t seen since his parents divorced when he was eight. 

Lonergan writes characters that you care about, and the situation is enormously entertaining. Despite Strings’ immense fame as a singer and film star, he insists he wants to give it all up, and go back to the simple life. Driver’s lovable sincerity and basic innocence make the premise plausible, and he makes Srrings consistently endearing despite the character’s inherent narcissism. 

Clemens, Nobbs and Wilson are reprising their original roles, and they are all terrific. Together with newbies Burns and Wood, they create an impeccable ensemble. The production team is largely the same: Walt Spangler’s revolving set which encompasses a variety of settings deftly, with Suttirat Larlarb and Lizzie Donelan’s character accurate costumes, and David Van Tieghem’s excellent sound design and music.

Pepe’s direction is perfectly judged as the play balances humor and poignancy. And he guides his cast expertly throughout. 

My performance lasted considerably longer than the two hour and 40 minutes originally stated, but was never less than fully absorbing.

(Lucille Lortel Theatre, 121 Christopher St.; HoldOnToMeDarling.com; through December 22)

Photo by Julieta Cervantes: (l.-r.) Heather Burns and Adam Driver

The Roommate (Booth Theatre)

By Harry Forbes

What a pleasure to watch those two pros, Mia Farrow and Patti LuPone, at the top their respective games in Jen Silverman’s funny two-hander about Robyn, a hard-nosed lady from the Bronx with a mysterious past (that’s LuPone) who comes to room with Farrow’s uber-naive Iowa widow Sharon. 

There are abundant laughs as these two diverse personalities knock up against each other, and Sharon is continually shocked and awed by Robyn’s progressive ways; she’s (goodness!) gay and vegan for starters. But for all of the sitcom-like pleasure of the basic situation, there’s substance here, and the play has real poignancy as it progresses. It premiered at the 2015 Humana Festival in Louisville, and was produced at the Williamstown Theatre Festival in 2017.

Sensibly, the stars get their initial bows over with right at the start, and then return for their “real” entrances as the play proper begins unimpeded by audience applause. 

Farrow’s character may be the mousy one, at least at first, but there’s nothing lacking in her stage dynamism. She was last on Broadway in 2014 for a brief run of “Love Letters” with Brian Dennehy, and she was first-rate. Here, she has some wonderfully funny moments -- watch her Sharon take her first swallow of almond milk -- but also highly moving ones, and she, like LuPone, creates a solidly believable character despite plot improbabilities. 

The naive Sharon has what Robyn and we the audience clearly discern is a gay dress designer son living in Park Slope, and we shortly learn that more about Robyn’s familial connections, and her mysterious past. Both women know exactly how to play for laughs and then scale back for the dramatic moments. Farrow is particularly touching in the final scenes of the play.

I hesitate to say too much about the plot which runs without an interval in a single act for about one hour and 45 minutes. Better to experience each revelation when it comes. But it’s not too much of a spoiler to say that the two ladies do eventually bond in a most unexpected and. for Sharon at least, positive, way. 

Though Silverman’s plot is largely predictable, it’s the kind of predictability that tickles the funny bone and satisfies. 

All of this plays out on Bob Crowley’s very attractive airy open house set (no walls or ceiling). Natasha Katz’s character-defining costumes are spot on. Mikaal Sulaiman’s sound design is natural and clear. The evocative underscoring is by David Yazbek. And the whole is masterfully directed by that Jack O’Brien. 

(Booth Theatre, 222 West 45th Street; theroommatebway.com; through December 15)

Photo by Michael Murphy: (l.-r.) Patti LuPone & Mia Farrow

Yellow Face (Roundabout Theatre Company)

By Harry Forbes

Playwright David Henry Hwang uses the firestorm he ignited back in 1991 over the casting of actor Jonathan Pryce in the London to Broadway transfer of “Miss Saigon” as the springboard for this autobiographical comedy/drama. (You may recall Pryce was to recreate his acclaimed role of a Eurasian brothel owner in Vietnam.) "Yellow Face" premiered at the Mark Taper Forum and came to the Public Theater in 2007.

 

But that episode is only the preamble for what follows. Hwang then turns to events surrounding his follow-up to his acclaimed “M. Butterfly.” The play was “Face Values” but it fizzled during previews in 1993, and closed before opening night. In Hwang’s amusing riff on the actual events, he mistakenly hires a white actor -- one Marcus Dahlman -- for the lead role believing the actor to be at least partly Asian, though, in fact, Marcus is quite obviously Caucasian. 

When DHH, as Hwang is called here, and winningly portrayed by Daniel Dae Kim, fully realizes his error, he sacks the guileless, good natured actor, likably played by Ryan Eggold. But Marcus has found he enjoys being part of the Asian-American community and all the affirming rhetoric that goes with it. He wholeheartedly embraces his new identity, much to DHH's annoyance. (One of the pleasures of the play is the self-deprecating portrait Hwang paints of his fictional self.)

All of these farcical elements are funny and thought-provoking. But matters take a decidedly more serious turn when, in he second half (unlike its earlier incarnations, played without an interval), DHH’s elderly father, a successful banker, falls under govenment scrutiny for his Far East National Bank dealings with China. His loyalty to the US is now questioned, a situation all the more ironic given his devotion to all things American and, you might say, his lifelong assumption of “white face.” HYH, as the father is called, is played most endearingly by Francis Jue who also takes on the sympathetic role of Wen Ho Lee, a nuclear scientist suspected of spying. 

As HYH, Jue touchingly avows a devotion to Jimmy Stewart, but the investigation crushes his spirit, and turns out to be a far cry from the “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington” scenario he had envisioned.

When DHH -- who sits on his father’s board -- acquiesces to an interview with a pointedly unnamed "New York Times" reporter (outstandingly played by Greg Keller) investigating the banking story, it becomes clear that the reporter expects him to rat on his father. The scene between DHH and the reporter is arguably the best in the play.

The earlier parts of the play have rather a facile feel, and the brief appearances of such bold faced names as Cameron Mackintosh, Jane Krakowski, Bernard Jacobs, Frank Rich, and Michael Riedel and the like struck me as more than a little patronizing but admittedly give us a breezy recap of those once headline-grabbing events. 

Actors Kevin Del Aguila, Marinda Anderson, and Shannon Tyo, all excellent, briefly take on those high profile personas, as well as all the other characters who populate the narrative, blithely crossing racial boundaries as they do so, appropriate for a play grappling with the complexities of race.

This revival, apparently trimmed by half an hour from the original, is smartly directed by Leigh Silverman who helmed the premiere productions as well, and is decked out with fine production elements including Arnulfo Maldonado’s versatile set, Yee Eun Nam’s often witty projections, Anita Yavich’s period costumes, Lap Chi Chu’s apt lighting, and Caroline Eng and Kate Marvin’s exemplary sound design and music. 

Though it’s been 17 years since the original production, sadly, the themes of the play remain all too relevant.

(Todd Haimes Theatre, 227 West 42nd Street; roundabouttheatre.org; through November 24)

Photo by Joan Marcus: (l.-r.) Ryan Eggold, Marinda Anderson, Daniel Dae Kim, Kevin Del Aguila