I was looking forward to the show I Hate Musicals – the Musical, receiving
its world premiere at the Ivoryton Playhouse.
Musical comedies with a screwball premise and off-beat sense of humor are
some of my favorite theatrical pleasures.
But I Hate Musicals, penned by Michael L. Reiss, a veteran writer for
television’s The Simpsons, is a
disappointment. The constant barrage of
one-liners and extended jokes, more often than not, fall flat or miss their
mark. The overall show is not cohesive,
relying too much on extended riffs on everything from the current cupcake craze
to the unmelodic songs of Stephen Sondheim.
Stephen Wallem in "I Hate Musicals - The Musical" |
The show opens with Alvin (Stephen
Wallem), a formerly successful TV sitcom writer now dispirited and impoverished,
having a meeting with Diane (Amanda Huxtable), the head of comedy development
at Alvin’s old network. She is his old
nemesis but, desperate for work and his dignity abandoned, he pitches his idea
for a new show, “My Brother, the Pope.” To
say the tete-a-tete goes badly is an understatement, with barbs and invectives
flying every which way. Just as the
encounter ends, a horrific earthquake hits Los Angeles sending the stage into
darkness. When the lights go up the once
uncluttered and tidy office is a shambles with debris scattered everywhere. Diane is dead and Alvin is pinned down by a
pile of rubble. As he madly yells for
help and dials 911, individuals from his current and past life start appearing,
not to mention Jesus, the Devil, Moses, and Sigmund Freud. Is he dead?
Hallucinating?
Writer Michael L. Reiss uses Alvin’s untenable predicament
as a means to examine his character’s pathetic life. Like the role of Winnie in playwright Samuel
Beckett’s Happy Days, Alvin is
haltingly being engulfed in his own disappointing being.
In between visits from those he knows
(knew) such as his aged, forgetful agent Lee, (R. Bruce Connelly), he delivers
a steady stream of monologues and commentary on such disparate topics as
relationships, religion, McDonald’s Big Macs, and the quality of TV programming. He also manages to skewer serious-minded New
York City playwrights and those aspiring to be one.
While there are some humorous segments
and situations, the overall production is too inconsistent and fragmented. The
stream of consciousness rants and harangues and skits built around the musical
numbers would be more at home at an HBO comedy special rather than in this 90-minute,
intermission-less show.
The cast is led by Stephen Wallem as
Alvin. He is a large, affable performer
that wears his angst on his sleeve. We
feel the disgust with himself and the world.
The actor possesses a deep sonorous singing voice, which he puts to good
use throughout the musical. R. Bruce
Connelly, a Connecticut favorite, infuses the role of Lee, an old-school talent
agent, with a drollness and world-weariness that serves up amusing retorts to
Alvin’s kvetching. Amanda Huxtable,
playing multiple female parts, gets to create four distinct characters, each
serving as a spirited counterpoint to Wallem’s unrestrained dramatics. Ryan Knowles is enjoyable as an erudite, but
thoroughly pompous Professor. Will Clark
puts a unique spin on Jesus and Sam Given, also playing a variety of roles, seems to have been given
the green light for a no-holds- barred performance. Except for his banal security guard, every
other character provides a wild uproarious spark to the show.
The score is comprised of numbers, primarily
from well-known songs with rewritten lyrics.
The sole musician, Michael Morris, sits at his piano slightly off-stage
(having burst through a wall during the earthquake) and provides skilled
accompaniment throughout the production. You’ll recognize the melodies from “YMCA,”
“Hooray for Hollywood,” “I Love L.A.,” “I’m Flying (from Peter Pan), and “Goldfinger.”
There is an extended discourse on the compositions of Stephen Sondheim
that would be at home in any of the Forbidden
Broadway incarnations. The songs are
presented tongue firmly in cheek. They
provide the most consistently pleasing moments of the musical.
Director James Valletti has crafted some gleeful
moments but, by and large, the rhythm of the show is slightly off, which
hinders the comical set-ups and deliveries.
The witty and whacky premises are, more often than not, unfulfilled.
I Hate Musicals –
The Musical, mildly diverting entertainment, playing at the Ivoryton
Playhouse through October 15th.
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