Showing posts with label Kiss Me Kate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kiss Me Kate. Show all posts

23 November 2019

"A Star Is Made"


[The two articles below were originally published in “The New York Issue” of the New York Times Magazine of 2 June 2019.  The magazine’s cover bore the inscription: “A Star Is Made: Twelve Performers From An Opera Singer To A Subway Dancer Show What It Takes To Light Up The Stage In New York City,” and presented a dozen short profiles of performing artists and the ways they warmed up for their shows.  The performers’ profiles range across a big chunk of the performing arts, including several non-traditional forms, and I culled the two theater artists to republish their reports on Rick On Theater.]

THE BROADWAY STAR
“HOW KELLI O’HARA GETS READY FOR BROADWAY, NIGHT AFTER NIGHT”
by Taffy Brodesser-Akner
30 May 2019

The Tony-winning actress takes us inside her dressing room and shares her two-hour pre-curtain regimen.

Kelli O’Hara kisses her children and husband goodbye, buys a salad and boards a train in coastal Connecticut eight times a week to star as Lilli/Kate in “Kiss Me, Kate,” the Tony-nominated revival at Studio 54 for which O’Hara herself was nominated this year, too, for Best Actress in a musical. It’s her seventh Tony nomination — she has one win, in 2015 for Best Actress in “The King and I” — and it’s her 11th Broadway show. She has been doing this for a very long time.

It’s a different crowd every night. That might seem obvious, but it doesn’t always make sense when it’s the same group of indistinct, shadowed faces. Once you’ve got the lines, the songs, the dance moves, the real work is in figuring out a way to deliver them to the people as if they were the only ones to ever receive them.

O’Hara’s dressing room is small, but big for Broadway. It’s filled with flowers sent over by people congratulating her for her nomination. But this year she is not nervous: She has what she calls the “Zen release” of already having won one. Plus, people love an underdog. The minute you’re not an underdog, yes, you won, but that’s not really the same as everyone loving you.

She arrives at the theater sometime between 6 and 6:30 each evening — earlier, obviously, for the matinees — so that she can steam her vocal cords with a personal humidifier she bought at CVS and do her vocal exercises (soft scales and consonants). That has always been part of her routine, but now she also does yoga in the hour before performance: sun salutation, high lunge, side angle pose, triangle.

During the sun salutation, she beseeches her Alexa to time her for a minute in a plank, and during that minute she holds her body in a tight line, hovering above the Oriental rug that is part of the homey atmosphere that someone else created for her. Some of the stuff is hers: the pictures her kids made that hang around the bulbed mirror, a toy box for when they visit, the collection of teas, the crepe-paper streamers from her birthday a few weeks ago. But mostly it’s someone else’s stuff: curtains, a pink velvet fainting couch, books on the shelves. The minute is almost over.

She didn’t always need to do this; it used to be that she could just go onstage. But she’s 43 now, and she’s rubbing the acromion region of her shoulder as she talks — no injury, it just hurts. So, yes, if she doesn’t warm her body up, she’ll feel it later. It never even occurred to her, except that last summer she performed in London, where they have mandatory warm-ups; it changed her thinking. Her kids are small, 9 and 5, so sometimes she might run late and shorten the warm-ups, though if she does that, she suffers: She will be achy, or she won’t have enough energy. She has worked on films and on TV, and she knows that those people, who don’t even perform every night, who rarely sing while they act and who know that they have infinite chances to get a take right, have massage therapists waiting on set.

Around 7:15 p.m., she is called down to the stage for fight call, in which she and Will Chase, who plays her ex-husband, run through the choreography of their extended fight scene, in which she kicks him in the butt several times and he kicks her butt (revivals are weird). They do this every day, no matter what, to remind themselves that there’s acting, there’s singing, but there’s also the risk of becoming so relaxed with each other — indeed, they do this entire rehearsal laughing — that they get hurt. There are so many moving parts in the show, and none of them can stop if you get hurt. Just look at her ring finger: There’s maybe about four millimeters of nail in the nail bed and nothing more because she got her hand stuck in a door one night in February, during the “I Hate Men” number. She slammed the door, and ... her finger was inside the door. She couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t coming free. She stopped for a second, but she still had one phrase left to sing. She called for help in the pause, and once her hand was released, she managed to finish, in shock. Her nail was gone. The point is, if you’re prepared on other fronts, it’s easier to handle the occasional crisis.

She spends some time with her mouth over a vocal steamer, but then Richard, the hair guy, comes in to spin her blond hair into pin curls so that he can weave a microphone through them and then seal them under a stocking and then put someone else’s blond hair on top of the stocking. Richard just did this for another actress in the room across the way. He does almost 100 pin curls a night. How long has Richard been doing this? He was the first person to ever pin curl O’Hara for her first Broadway show 17 years ago.

She spends the rest of her time doing her own makeup. Someone at the beginning of the show’s run will teach her what her makeup should be like, but from then on, it’s just her, just some CoverGirl, just some Maybelline, just some Nars, just some Chanel, just some MAC. Last year, she was performing at the Met, and on a night when they were recording the performance in HD, they did this dramatic makeup for her, but it was really too much, so she needed it taken off. The makeup is everything. You have to look like a real person so that you feel like a real person.

A man calls through an intercom that it’s 30 minutes to showtime, then 15. It’s time for O’Hara to dress. It’s time for her to find the thing inside her that is somehow able to remember that the people in the audience are seeing this for the first time, that they deserve the best of her. How do you keep a thing like that in your head? She closes the door, and now she does her real vocal exercises, the ones she didn’t want to do in front of a reporter, the reporter guesses, and now, throughout backstage, there’s the sound of opera, the sound of theater, the sound that all those two hours created and erected and built toward fortitude. Now she’s ready.

[Kiss Me, Kate, with book by Sam Spewack and Bella Spewack and music and lyrics by Cole Porter, was presented by the Roundabout Theatre Company at Studio 54 from 14 March to 30 June 2019.  It ran 125 regular performances and 30 previews under the direction of  Scott Ellis, winning the LaDuca Award For Outstanding Choreography (Warren Carlyle) from the Drama Desk and the Theatre World Award for Stephanie Styles’s performance as Lois Lane/Bianca. 

[The production was also nominated for two additional Drama Desk Awards for Outstanding Revival Of A Musical and Outstanding Featured Actor In A Musical (Corbin Bleu as Bill Calhoun/Lucentio), and four Tonys for Best Revival Of A Musical, Best Performance By An Actress In A Leading Role In A Musical (Kelli O’Hara as Lilli Vanessi/Katharine), Best Choreography, and Best Orchestrations (Larry Hochman).

[Taffy Brodesser-Akner is a staff writer for the New York Times Magazine and the author of the novel Fleishman Is in Trouble, to be published this month.]

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THE BROADWAY ‘SWING’
THIS PERFORMER HAS TO MASTER 14 PARTS AT ONCE, AND LET GO OF HIS EGO”
by Scott Heller
30 May 2019

[On 9 March 2016, I posted a collection of articles on “Swings” from Equity News, the members’ journal of the Actors’ Equity Association, the union of professional stage actors and theatrical stage managers.  It was part of an occasional series I do on ROT intended to introduce readers from outside the business to some of the professions and jobs that are part of the business of show.  The articles were meant to describe what a Swing is and what those members of a musical’s cast do.  Here is the profile of an actual, working swing, Angelo Soriano, with a description of how he gets ready before every performance.  That’s enough introduction; he’ll tell you the rest himself.]

Angelo Soriano is a “swing” in a Broadway musical — ready to play nearly any role, night after night after night.

It was a Friday afternoon on a two-show day in a nine-performance week, and Angelo Soriano, a cast member in the hit Broadway musical “Aladdin,” was in his sixth-floor dressing room, not yet sure what he might be asked to do that night. Would tumbling be required? Sword fighting? In the exuberant “Friend Like Me” dance number, would he make a comic appearance as a game-show host (in aqua spangles) or be one of the waiters (in red)?

As what’s known in Broadway parlance as a “swing,” Soriano is paid to master a head-spinning 14 roles, though he is never certain he will go onstage in any of them. With a 12-member male ensemble powering through aerobic choreography, there will always be injuries. Add in vacations, and the flu, and the complexities of running a multimillion-dollar Disney show, and you need agile replacements who can sing, dance and not trip over one another while brandishing scimitars in one scene, nailing an exuberant nine-minute tap-heavy number the next.

His job is to make that possible, to know — in his head and his body — a dozen dance roles, or “tracks.” Since he joined the cast four years ago, Soriano has been in “Aladdin” for more than 950 performances. “You make yourself invaluable,” he says simply.

One way to do that is to be comfortable with anonymity. Yes, when you’re in the show your name goes up on the board in the lobby (Also appearing in the ensemble: Angelo Soriano). But backstage the track is identified with the performer who handles it regularly (“You still doing Dickey today?” “I’m Dickey both shows”).

If he’s lucky, and things go wrong — meaning right for him — Soriano will get to take on a part with a name in the Playbill, a role with lines that get the audience laughing, like Omar or Iago, the rotund sidekick to the evil Jafar. But that’s not today — at least not so far. He is paid to stay in the New Amsterdam Theater in case he has to go on. He could be texted at any minute to pick up any of the 14 roles. But when that doesn’t happen, he has to stay practiced at another aspect of the Broadway swing’s skill set: waiting.

Inside the New Amsterdam, they call “Aladdin” a “government job,” as it’s still running strong after five years. Disney treats its employees well, and per the union contract, ensemble members earn a minimum of $2,095 a week; swings get $104.75 on top of that.

Soriano, a 29-year-old Californian by way of the Philippines, earned his Equity card performing at Walt Disney World, where he also met the woman who is now his wife. But even after several auditions, he never got a role in the 45-minute version of “Aladdin” that ran several times a day at Disney California Adventure. Which made it sweeter when, after a year on tour with “Flashdance the Musical” and six confidence-testing months of unemployment, he stepped into an audition for the Broadway production and got a job in the musical’s cast. He didn’t know then that Disney wanted him to swing.

“To be a really good swing, you have to have an incredible mind,” Susan Stroman, the Tony Award-winning director, has said. And while several ensemble members marvel at his ability to learn so much material, Soriano doesn’t see himself as remarkable. He’s one of five swings in the show, and he’s always been a multitasker, a visual thinker, a team player. “Put me in, coach,” he’ll sometimes whisper before leaving the darkness of the wings for the spotlight of the stage.

The night before the two-show Friday, he knew his job ahead of time: the track typically handled by Tyler Roberts, who was “swinging out” for one performance to let Soriano refresh his muscle memory on the most athletically challenging of all his possible assignments. He hadn’t done it in nine months. “It’s my asthma track,” he said. “It’s sometimes hard to sing.” That’s no more true than in “Arabian Nights,” the show’s breathless opening number, which would require Soriano to move downstage in a series of choreographed knee slides. Thirty minutes before curtain, he was on the floor in the wings — stretching his legs as wide as he could, bending his torso forward to loosen his hip flexors — while reviewing reference videos on his phone that pictured, from overhead, how the number would unfold. This is where I’ll be. Then here. Now here. Carry the carpet. Exit with the chicken cage. Enter with the pink cart....

He delivered his one line of the night with a comic sneer: “Go away, filthy beggar!” But his star turn came in “Friend Like Me.” With backstage help, he climbed into a turntable lift that twisted upward from below and deposited him, with a pop, into the can-you-top-this choreography. Dance, smile, exit stage left. Off with the crimson waiter’s jacket, on with the gold-spangled one instead. Tap back onto the stage. Grab a cane. Keep tapping. Big finish!

Soriano still goes on auditions periodically so that the industry doesn’t forget about him, but he’s in no rush to find another job. “As an artist, I have an ego, yes,” he admitted. But the needs of the show come first. “If you ask me to lead, I will. If you ask me to stand back and put my feelings aside, I will.” Being a swing, right now, is just fine. “It doesn’t feel like you’re struggling in New York City,” he said. “It feels like you belong here.”

[Disney’s Aladdin, with book by Chad Beguelin, music by Alan Menken, and lyrics by Howard Ashman and Tim Rice, opened at the New Amsterdam Theatre on West 42nd Street on 20 March 2014 and is still running after 21 previews and 2,374 regular performances (as of 17 November).  Directed and choreographed by Casey Nicholaw, the production has won a Tony for Best Performance By An Actor In A Featured Role In A Musical (James Monroe Iglehart as the Genie) and a Drama Desk Award for Outstanding Featured Actor In A Musical (Iglehart).  It also received four other Tony nominations and six more Drama Desk nominations.

[Angelo Soriano is currently performing as a swing in the cast, which he joined on 17 February 2015.  He also understudies Iago and Omar.  Previously, Soriano toured with the musical Flashdance.

[Scott Heller is the theater editor at the New York Times.]

03 April 2019

'Kiss Me, Kate'

by Kirk Woodward

[Longtime contributor to Rick On Theater Kirk Woodward feels much the same way about the classic musicals as I do.  I’ve copped to my inability to be critical of them many times on this blog, but in “A Broadway Baby” (posted on 22 September 2010), I spelled it out: “I can’t be very critical about those classic musicals—I love them too much from my childhood.  They’re like theatrical comfort food to me—I hardly see any faults.”  Kiss Me, Kate, the 1948 Cole Porter musical based on William Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew, was one of the classics with which I grew up, courtesy of my father’s original-cast recordings.  We used to listen to them all the time, particularly during dinner. 

[I’ve seen many productions of Shrew, but the only one whose report I published on ROT (on 21 November 2009) is one I saw at Staunton, Virginia’s “Shenandoah Shakespeare” in 2003.  (I saw another interesting take on the play in 2007 at the Shakespeare Theatre Company in Washington, D.C., and I have a report in my archives, but haven’t used it on the blog yet.  Maybe I will one day soon.)  I’ve only seen one stage production of Kiss Me, Kate, however.  Coincidentally, it was the National Tour of the 1999 Broadway revival Kirk mentions having missed to his regret.  I saw it in July 2001 at Washington’s John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts, directed by Michael Blakemore with Rex Smith (replacing Brian Stokes Mitchell) as Fred Graham/Petruchio and Rebecca York (in for the late Marin Mazzie) as Lilli Vanessi/Katharine.  The interesting thing with respect to Kirk’s report below is that, except for playwright John Guare’s “only two noticeable alterations,” producer Roger Berlind kept to Sam and Bella Spewack’s original Tony-winning book.  (“Why fix what ain’t broke?” asked director Blakemore.  “Why can’t you behave?”)

[The Roundabout Theatre Company, as you’ll read, took a different tack.  I’ll let Kirk tell you about the current revival and you’ll see the dilemma the company and Kirk faced.  ~Rick]

I was excited when I heard that the Roundabout Theatre Company would be presenting a revival of the musical comedy Kiss Me, Kate beginning with previews on February 14, 2019, and opening March 14, 2019, for a limited run.

I grew up on the original cast album of Kiss Me, Kate on 78 RPM records, featuring Alfred Drake (1914-1992), Patricia Morrison (1915-2018), Harold Lang (1920-1985), and Lisa Kirk (1925-1990). I love the music of the show’s composer Cole Porter (1891-1964), both generally, and in particular in Kiss Me, Kate.

However, the only time I’ve seen the show was a production in London in the 1970’s that lacked the verve typical of a Broadway show that the original production (which opened on December 30, 1948, and ran for 1,077 performances) must have had. I also saw the unsatisfying 1953 movie, which begins with a “frame story” including a character named “Cole Porter,” who looks nothing like Cole Porter but does resemble the composer Irving Berlin (1888-1989).

For reasons I can’t understand, I missed the 1999 Broadway revival of the musical starring the magnificent Brian Stokes Mitchell (b. 1957), for which I have been kicking myself ever since. So as I said I looked forward to the Roundabout’s production with anticipation. I saw it at a preview performance on February 27, 2019.

Kiss Me, Kate is one of Broadway’s great success stories. Cole Porter’s career was at a low point in the late 1940s; he had written several undistinguished scores and a couple of outright flops, and according to a number of sources was generally considered “finished” in the business.

Most of the cast and production team for Kiss Me Kate were either new to their jobs or relatively unknown. According to George Eells’ biography of Cole Porter The Life That Late He Led (1967), it was extremely difficult to raise enough money to finance the show, which ended up with seventy-two backers, an extremely large number for that time.

Unexpectedly, the show required almost no rewriting during rehearsal, and no revisions in its out-of-town tryout in Philadelphia – an unheard of phenomenon up to that time and seldom heard of since. By the time the show reached Broadway, word was out that it was virtually perfect.

Porter was hailed for his greatest score, and the production won five Antoinette Perry Awards, popularly known as the Tonys, including Best Musical and Best Composer and Lyricist (Porter).

In Kiss Me, Kate a theater company is trying out a musical version of the play The Taming of a Shrew by William Shakespeare (1564-1616), and the strife between the leading director, producer, and actor in the play and his leading lady, also his divorced wife, mirror the strife between Shakespeare’s characters Petruchio and Katherine (Kate), the “shrew” of the Shakespearean title.

You have undoubtedly noticed the word “shrew” twice in the previous paragraph and perhaps you thought that it was inappropriate, or wondered how acceptable a word it is today, or some similar idea. If so, you are thinking along with the folks at the Roundabout, who, according to an article in the program by Olivia Clement, realized that

while the plot is alive with onstage romance, backstage passion, and a hilarious dash of Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew, moments in the show are still – and maybe a little uncomfortably – rooted in the era in which the show was written.

In this age of the # MeToo movement, “moments” may be an understatement. Both the “frame” story of the acting company, and Shakespeare’s play itself, present dominating males with strategies for “taming” the women they love that range from dubious to downright objectionable.

Did Shakespeare intend his protagonist, Petruchio, to be admired or loathed? Considering how many aspects Shakespeare can embody in one character, I am tempted to answer “both.”

And Shakespeare does frame his story, just as the musical frames its story: for a joke, a group of well-to-do people pick up an unconscious drunk on the street and, when he wakes up, attempts to convince him that he’s actually a Lord and has forgotten his prosperous past. The main story of The Taming of the Shrew is presented to this unfortunate for his entertainment.

I would say that Shakespeare’s frame story doesn’t help us a great deal in justifying the Punch-and-Judy violence and male presumption of his play-within-a-play. Of course we only have the words in the script, and no indication how those words were played – simply as knockabout farce, or with whatever degree of compassion?

The musical Kiss Me, Kate has the same kind of problem with its frame story. The protagonist, Fred Graham (played by Will Chase), is actually perhaps one of the less objectionable males in the story. Yes, he is a loud, domineering director and producer, and yes, he misleads his ex-wife romantically.

But his counterpart in the subplot, Bill Calhoun (played by Corbin Bleu) is a compulsive gambler who sleeps with everybody. Men in general are seen as motivated by sex (as flat-out stated in the number “Too Darn Hot”).

However, to tell the truth, Calhoun’s female counter part Lois Lane (played by Stephanie Styles) is equally problematic, apparently attaching herself to multiple men at one time, as long as they have money. And Petruchio does beat, mistreat, and “tame” Kate. A fine crew!

Amanda Green (b 1963), a composer and lyricist best known perhaps for the musical Hands on a Hardbody (which ran on Broadway in 2013), was brought in to tidy up the more controversial phrasings in the score. (The playwright John Guare made revisions in the script for the 1999 version. It should also be noted again that I saw the show in a preview performance, and that further changes may have been made since I saw it.)

Green alters one of the more blatantly sexual rhymes in the song “Brush Up Your Shakespeare,” and weaves around the line in “Bianca” that goes “You’d better answer ‘yes’ or papa spank-a!” However, she makes relatively few changes compared to those in the movie version (1953).

The most spectacular change in the lyrics comes at the end of the show. Both Shakespeare and Porter have Kate sing

            I am ashamed that women are so simple . . .

which in the current production becomes

            I am ashamed that people are so simple . . .

At this point I find myself wondering if I’m taking the whole thing too seriously – or if the Roundabout is. In any case, the temper of the times is generally unforgiving, and one does wonder why the Roundabout decided to present the show at this particular moment in history. Perhaps the decision was locked in before, say, Harvey Weinstein was forced to resign?

If I were directing Kiss Me, Kate today, I would be tempted to add one more frame story to the show, beginning with a scene (or voiceover) in which Fred Graham and Lilli Vanessi, his “Kate,” reminisce about  their earlier days in theater, when times were so different – thereby, perhaps, at least serving notice that the behavior shown in the play is not being endorsed.

And I would make the look of the show considerably more down-at-heel, and make it clear that the Shrew production at the core of the show isn’t really very good.

I believe that Porter suggests this in his lyrics – compare, for example, the performers’ genuine angst in the opening song of the frame story, “Another Opening, Another Show,” with the superficial repetition in the play-within-the-play’s “We Open In Venice,” or the wit of “Always True to You In My Fashion” with the blatant repetition of the word “dick” (which is actually over-emphasized in the current show) in the song “Tom, Dick, and Harry.”

Nevertheless, I suspect the Roundabout is typical in making the play-within-the-play look as good as the play around it. (The sets are designed by David Rockwell, and the costumes by Jeff Jahshie.)

Perhaps the changes I suggest would “distance” the more controversial elements of the show and make them more palatable. Perhaps not. Perhaps they wouldn’t be necessary! Reviews for the Roundabout production were largely positive; the website Show-Score.com reports only 3% negative reviews, for an average review score of 80.

I was particularly interested to see what Jesse Green of the New York Times thought of the show. He can be counted on to highlight the social issues of a show, and he does refer to “the elements of the original Kiss Me, Kate that rankle our sensibilities today – its gender stereotypes and wife-slapping argument for womanly submission.”

But he feels that “the authors’ take on marriage is more complex and insightful than we may recall,” and he feels that “a few changes in emphasis and one major revision [which I referred to above] allow us to enjoy it in a new light, as a two-way ‘taming,’ distorted not by malice but through the mocking filter of farce,” and he refers to the revisions as a whole as “completely successful.”

Green does suggest that the inventiveness of the production begins to flag in the later part of the second act, and I agree, though for different reasons. He feels the choreography loses its inventiveness; it seems to me in particular that the song “From This Moment On” (first added in the movie version) stops the story (although the brilliant arranger, Larry Hochman, embeds a wonderful musical joke in it), and for some reason, at least when I saw the show, the song “Brush Up Your Shakespeare,” which ordinarily stops the show in two senses, fell flat.

The Roundabout’s production of Kiss Me, Kate reminds me that the classic musicals of the ’30s, ’40s, and ’50s, despite their appeal, are not “easy” to stage. They are greatly a product of their times, and the times have moved on. I believe the effort to stage one successfully today is often likely to be just that – an effort – but when (for example) it has at its heart a strong theatrical idea and a glorious Cole Porter score, we shouldn’t stop trying.

[I once interviewed for a directing gig for Shrew.  I had a devil of a time inventing a concept that would accommodate the noxious sexism of the play.  This was back in the ’70s or ’80s, long before the current #MeToo and #TimesUp movements, and I failed to come up with anything I could justify (or live with).  Needless to say, I didn’t get the job.  (I think I tried to make Petruchio a Mafioso—but that only added another layer of negative stereotyping on top of the sexism and chauvinism!  Not only didn’t I get hired, but I couldn’t commit to the Mafia concept enough to convince myself it was a good idea.)]