My expectations for the new
Broadway musical, Matilda, were quite high what with all its pre-opening hype
and pedigree of having swept London’s Olivier Awards (the equivalent of our
Tony Awards) in 2012. Fortunately,
except for a bit of tedium in Act II, Matilda delivers an enchanting and magical
theatrical experience to audiences both young and old.
Based on the Roald Dahl children’s
book, Matilda tells the story of young Matilda Wormwood, a precocious and
highly intelligent young girl born into a family of lower class slackers. Dad is a wheeler-dealer always looking
for an easy score through one of his shady deals. Mom, a loud-mouthed spendthrift, is only concerned about
money and her next dance competition with partner Rudolfo. Their perpetually dazed son, Michael,
rounds out the dysfunctional household.
Matilda is continuously ignored and verbally assaulted by her uncaring
and unresponsive parents especially in her desire to learn and read books. Her parents treat her predilection for
reading as if the Ebola virus had invaded their home. For her mother, father, and brother the Telly (television)
is the sole source of entertainment and information. Matilda’s salvation is the local library where, in addition
to consuming every book in sight, weaves a magical story of escapism for the
librarian, Mrs. Phelps, as well as for her own sanity.
Finally of age to attend elementary
school she is thrown into a nightmarish, crumbing institution, Crunchem Hall,
overseen by the menacing and formidable principal, Mrs. Trunchbull who regards
children as insignificant gnats.
Matlida’s liberation is her teacher, the sweet Miss Honey, who
recognizes the young child’s intelligence and need to belong. Together they eventually overcome the
obstacles in both their lives to live, as they saying goes, happily ever after.
For a musical like Matilda to
succeed the show needs a young girl with fortitude, presence and spunk. This production doesn’t have one, but four juveniles who, in
rotation during the week, play the adolescent Matilda. On the night I saw the show Oona
Laurence was in the lead and she was fearless throughout the
production—singing, dancing, and performing like a certified professional. It was rather extraordinary for such as
small lass to anchor such a large-scale musical.
The real star of the show is Bertie
Carvel as the monstrous headmistress, Miss Trunchbull. He comes across as a combination of Richard
III and Gru from the Despicable Me movie.
He is vindictive, loathsome, and horrid to the students under his
watch. Carvel doesn’t walk or
strut across the stage, but rather glides. He is the spark to Matilda. His presence on stage is always great fun even as he trashes
everyone and everything in his sight.
Gabriel Ebert and Lesli Margherita,
as Mr. and Mrs. Wormwood, are vapid, self-centered irritants. Their more over-the-top performances
accentuate the plight of poor Matilda, trying to fit in, belong, and feel
wanted. Lauren Ward, a Sweet Polly
Purebread type, meek at first finds her resolve towards the musical’s end.
Upon entering the Shubert Theatre,
audience members are treated to Set Designer Rob Howell’s visually spellbinding
set of colorful, vibrant scrabble-like tiles affixed to the walls of the stage
from floor to ceiling. They evoke
a world of learning, both magical yet ominous. His sets in the latter half of the show perfectly capture
the Dickensian-themed nature of Crunchem Hall.
Roald Dahl’s story is dark and
cheerless, with comedic thrusts.
Book writer Dennis Kelly faithfully adapts Dahl’s book to the musical
theater stage. There is whimsy,
playfulness, and foreboding all wrapped up in a big Broadway musical. Composer Tim Minchin’s score is mischievous,
quirky, and very tuneful.
The children in Choreographer Peter
Darling’s large-scale production numbers come out with bursts of kinetic,
nervous energy. They almost attack
the dance routines in a combative, rebellious manner.
Director Matthew Warchus always
seems to have the perfect touch whether helming a comedy, drama, or a big,
splashy musical. In Matilda, he
keeps the action flowing from scene to scene. He allows his actors to shine, giving them their moment on
stage as demonstrated by Bertie Carvel’s Miss Trunchbull. I only wish he and librettist Dennis
Kelly would have teased out the production a bit longer as the climatic scenes
of enchantment, wonder, and comeuppance tumble out too quickly.
Matilda, family fare of a different
type, settling in for a long run on Broadway.