|Stephen Wallem in "I Hate Musicals - The Musical"|
Monday, October 9, 2017
Review of "I Hate Musicals - The Musical"
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.
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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