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26 December 2017

Thoughts On Rehearsals

by Kirk Woodward

[Having started out this month with a contribution to Rick On Theater by my friend Kirk Woodward (“Bob And Ringo,” about rockers Bob Dylan and Ringo Starr  in performance, posted on 1 December), I’m all but closing out the month with a revisit from Kirk.  As the title of this article, “Thoughts On Rehearsals,” indicates, Kirk’s contemplating the theatrical exercise of rehearsing.  But he’s not writing about the techniques and practices of rehearsing, a subject on which he’s more than capable of expounding (see Kirk’s four-part series “Reflections On Directing,” 11, 14, 17, and 20 April 2013, along with several other posts about productions which he directed).  He’s ruminating on why he enjoys the work of rehearsals so much.

[That’s a sentiment with which I suspect most stage actors would agree.  I certainly did, as I told Kirk.  One major aspect of rehearsing—at least for me—that Kirk touches on here, one of the principal reasons I loved rehearsing, is that that’s where the creativity happens.  That’s where the art of acting is exercised—not just the skill or the craft.  By performance, the art work is done and technique largely takes over; but in rehearsal, the actor is called upon to create.  It’s why Aaron Frankel taught a class at HB Studio called How to Do Homework—which I took twice and went on myself to teach because I found it so useful and inspiring.  (See my post “An Actor’s Homework,” 19, 22, 25, and 28 April 2010.)  It’s also the impetus for both Uta Hagen’s book Respect for Acting and Konstantin Stanislavsky’s whole system.  For me,  performance was the reward for the creative work of rehearsing.

[Along the same lines,  Kirk also discusses the teamwork and the collegiality—the group of artists all coming together to make something, the collaboration.  With only rare exceptions, a theater production can’t happen without all the participants working together, and I found that exhilarating.  (It was also something I stressed when I taught or directed middle and high school students.)]  

Recently I participated in a concert presentation of the musical Candide (Wikipedia calls it an operetta), with music by Leonard Bernstein (1918-1990) and lyrics by as many as eight contributors, particularly by the poet Richard Wilbur (1921-2017). The presentation I took part in was a joint endeavor by the Society of Musical Arts (SOMA) of Maplewood, New Jersey; the State Opera Company (SOC) of New Jersey; and Columbia High School, also in Maplewood.

Dita Delman is the Artistic Director of the SOC; Steve Culbertson is Musical Director and Conductor for SOMA and he conducted the orchestra and singers.  Jamie Bunce, the Director of Choral Activities for Columbia High School, trained the 150 member student chorus. The three shared directorial activities among themselves.

For the Candide I’m describing, there was only one performance, on October 28, 2017, in the Columbia High School auditorium. The lead singers were Jeremy Blossy, Samantha Dango, Halley Gilbert, David Murray, Charles Schneider, and Katy Sumrow.

Candide is perhaps the best known today of the many works of Voltaire (the pen name for François-Marie Arouet, 1694-1778), the brilliant novelist, dramatist, and satirist. Voltaire wrote in Candide, a picaresque novel, a series of episodes connected mostly by the fact that they all involve or affect the central character, and by not much else – certainly not by a rigorous plot. The episodic structure of the novel makes it difficult to adapt it to dramatic form.

The musical Candide tried, though. It was first performed in New York in 1956, with a book by the playwright Lillian Hellman (1905-1984). Its score was widely admired, but its book – probably because of the loose structure of the original novel – was not, and the show had only a short run. In 1974 a version directed by Harold Prince (b. 1928), with a new book by Hugh Wheeler (1912-1987), opened on Broadway to considerable success.

The musical has been revived frequently since them, sometimes in full productions, sometimes as a concert piece, for which several different revisions of the libretto have been used. Among the best known revivals of the piece is a partially staged concert version in 2004 with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, featuring, among others, Kristin Chenoweth and Patti LuPone, released as a DVD and broadcast on public television.

There are no rules for how concert presentations of operas, operettas, and musicals (as well as other musical forms like cantatas and oratorios) are staged. Typically they use little or no set, and fewer movements by the leading singers (the soloists) than you’d find in a full production – sometimes no movement at all.

In concert productions the orchestra, chorus, and any soloists are both ordinarily on stage, as they would be in a concert of classical music. Since a concert performance may not include all the music written for a theatrical piece, a narration may be used to provide continuity.

At the request of the conductor, Steve Culbertson, I wrote a narration – continuity between songs – tailored to the specific song selections of the concert version I participated in, and what’s more, my efforts were approved by the Bernstein estate. In writing a new narrative I joined a group of writers that would fill a small room – I count at least seven authorized narrations for Candide, and there may be others.

Why do I mention this experience? Because I was able to attend several rehearsals for the project, and – here’s my point ­– I love rehearsals! In the case of Candide, I was actually able to participate in the rehearsals a little, occasionally reading the narration (a fine performer, Dan Landon, did the reading at the concert) and offering the odd suggestion on staging – nothing significant; I just tried to be helpful.

But rehearsals themselves – there’s nothing like them. They are, for me, wonderful experiences. I can think of few places I’d rather be. They don’t have to be my rehearsals – they can be for projects I have nothing to do with. It doesn’t matter. They are always interesting and fun.

Why do I like the rehearsal atmosphere so much? One reason, I believe, is that work itself is always fascinating – any kind of work. Whenever I’ve asked anyone what their everyday job entails, I’ve always found their answers to be illuminating. So much detail, so many things that need to be accomplished in even the simplest task! Steve Martin captures this hilariously in a routine from his standup comedy days:

Ok, I don’t like to gear my material to the audience but I’d like to make an exception because I was told that there is a convention of plumbers in San Francisco this week – I understand about 30 of them came down to the show tonight – so before I came out I worked up a joke especially for the plumbers. Those of you who aren’t plumbers probably won’t get this and won’t think it’s funny, but I think those of you who are plumbers will really enjoy this…

This lawn supervisor was out on a sprinkler maintenance job and he started working on a Findlay sprinkler head with a Langstrom 7″ gangly wrench. Just then, this little apprentice leaned over and said, ‘You can’t work on a Findlay sprinkler head with a Langstrom 7″ wrench.’ Well, this infuriated the supervisor, so he went and got Volume 14 of the Kinsley manual, and he reads to him and says, ‘The Langstrom 7″ wrench can be used with the Findlay sprocket.’ Just then, the little apprentice leaned over and said, ‘It says sprocket, not socket!’

The joke within the joke – Martin is very skilled – is that a plumber’s work is interesting, once you get down to the details, and so is any other kind of work. If further proof is needed, try describing a simple action as if to someone who knows absolutely nothing about it. Describe everything. Even for something as simple as, say, putting on a pair of glasses, the steps involved will turn out to becomplex.

How complex, then, are the processes that go into putting on a performance! That’s one reason I find rehearsals so thrilling. So many things are in play.

For examples,rehearsals focus on a task – getting the performance together. That’s the goal. This main task will have multiple subtasks. The stronger the focus on the main task and its offshoots, the more likely a rehearsal will be to accomplish its goals.

This principle of focus has wide application. In my opinion it’s definitely the secret of effective acting. A performer who focuses strongly on the appropriate thing in a play – almost always, on what the performer’s character wants – is going to give a successful performance.

Even if the actor focuses on the wrong thing – if she or he has an idea about a character at odds with the intention of the script – that actor will still hold the audience’s attention, as long as the performer’s focus stays strong.

This principle can be easily verified by attending an elementary school or middle school play or musical. Often you’ll see one child, in the middle of all that confusion, who seems to have been born for the stage. You can’t take your eyes off that one. When that happens, it’s almost certainly a matter of focus – that young performer has been given the gift of concentration on what’s happening in the play. Sometimes that performer’s gift lasts her or him for a lifetime.

Rehearsals, of course, are also an area for creativity – or they should be, unless the director happens to be a tyrant, in which case creativity is likely to happen surreptitiously at best. Usually, though, once one starts to look for creativity in a rehearsal, one usually sees it everywhere.

Even in a relatively structured rehearsal environment like that of our Candide, I could spot the inventive ways that Jamie Bunce, the chorus director, found of getting the sounds she needed from the 150 singers. Steve Culbertson, the conductor, is adept at finding solutions for the largest or most minute musical questions at a moment’s notice. And the soloists helped each other out with suggestions about staging that began with phrases like “What about . . .” or “Maybe we could . . . .”

It strikes me that a rehearsal of an established work is in many ways a re-creation – not an imitation of something that’s already been done, but a new creative process applied to an already existing piece of material. No doubt the same thing happens throughout life – as the old proverb goes, you can’t step in the same river twice; but in rehearsal we see the process in compressed form.

On a less exalted level, another factor that makes rehearsals an interesting and pleasurable experience for me is that performers as a group are wonderful people to be around. Obviously there are glaring exceptions, but I stand behind this statement as a general principle, despite the famous bit of dialogue in the producers:

LEO BLOOM: Actors are not animals! They’re human beings!
MAX BIALYSTOCK: They are? Have you ever eaten with one?

Performers have many qualities as performers that in themselves make them enjoyable as a group. They are as up to date as anybody with what’s going on in the world of art, and sometimes – not always, but frequently – in the world itself.

Eric Bentley, I believe, says someplace (I can’t find it) that at a panel discussion of theater people he attended, the actors were the only ones who talked about theater as an art – everyone else was dealing with issues of success. I’m certain Bentley’s observation (if it’s his) doesn’t apply everywhere, but it does point to the fact that actors really do care, not just about making money in the theater (sometimes they don’t), but about the theater as a place where worthwhile things can happen.

What’s more, performers don’t expect the world or themselves to be perfect, either. That’s why they rehearse – because it takes work to get a project into shape. Performers know that, and it doesn’t throw them . . . .

Well, not always. I remember going through a period where I took every comment a director made as a personal insult – I would seethe at the most innocuous suggestion, to the point where friends noticed it and warned me that I had to cut it out. I did, and as far as I can remember this period of hostility wasn’t long lasting, but it helped me understand that all people don’t behave in one way all the time, and that sometimes it’s not easy to uncover why people behave the way they do.

Still, on the whole, I’ll take a group of actors, to name one kind of performer, over just about any group of people from other professions. If exceptions to this statement come to mind, please let me know. It would be fun to meet a group of equally entertaining people. Even in my Hostile Period, I’m sure my barely suppressed fury (which limited its expression to stares and the occasional snarl) provided entertainment for a few colleagues, at the least. (I hope so.)

One more factor I’ll mention about the charm of rehearsal is actually not so charming – it’s the fact that something is on the line for performers, and that something is the good opinion of a substantial group of people. Where that performance is live (rather than taped or filmed), the audience’s verdict can be immediate – it may or may not laugh in a comedy, it may or may not demand an encore in a concert. Performers run quite an ego risk.

The writer George Plimpton (1927-2003), who as a journalist was famous for writing about his efforts to participate in various sports teams and other organizations, wrote that nothing beat the level of tension he felt among classical musicians, because in performance they could not fail – they had to play perfectly. (Plimpton played the triangle with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, and muffed his one note.)

So there is a determination among performers to succeed. Presumably we all want to succeed – but they need to succeed within a certain period of time, in a definite way. This situation adds an edge to rehearsals, and it also adds interest.

On the other hand, a rehearsal, unless it’s by oneself alone in a room, is always a group activity of some sort, so there’s support available. I noticed small but important bits of praise the soloists offered each other, sometimes just a touch, or a muttered “Nice job.” Those things are recognitions that “we’re all in it together, and we’ll all get through it somehow.” Add them all up, and they’re invigorating.

So for me rehearsals are always interesting. I attended three rehearsals of Candide – one in Ms. Delman’s living room, one in a choir room at a church, and one at the high school auditorium where the performance would be held. (Because of a conflict, I wasn’t able to see the performance itself.)

The Candide rehearsals had the extra attraction for me of belonging to a kind of performance – opera – I haven’t had any experience with. The lead performers were singers. I’m not just saying they sing – I’m saying they sing the roof off. Their voices have confidence, range, and power, all vital for opera. To sit within feet of six big, trained voices and have the sound they produce flow over you, is a memorable experience.

They must have warmed up their voices too, but if I heard that happening, it didn’t register. Surely they needed to? Might they have warmed up at home, or in the car on the way?

In a concert production one of the most important decisions is always how much movement to incorporate into the performance. Do the singers just stand there and sing? Do they add more than minimal gestures? Do they move around in relation to each other?

In this concert Candide the performers moved around a fair amount, a situation made more interesting because they weren’t sure how much space would be available on the Columbia High stage once the full orchestra was seated.  The actors were patient and willing to be flexible. I wonder just how opera singers feel about directors. Their major training is in music, yet opera is character-based and these days an opera singer is also expected to act.

Perhaps my curiosity is misplaced. Opera direction is, with a few exceptions, a Twentieth-Century invention. (Stage direction as a whole was in its infancy until the 1900s as well.) Today it is difficult to imagine a major opera production that has no director. So the performers must be used to it. At the same time, learning an opera’s music is a daunting task; how much energy is left for acting?

I didn’t have a chance to pose that question to the soloists I observed, but they seemed eager to receive direction, so I suppose that’s one stereotype about opera shot down. Another stereotype is that opera singers have the reputation for being temperamental, in part because if they don’t take good physical care of themselves, the result will be apparent to an audience of hundreds or thousands of people.

There was some maneuvering among the singers to keep their throats warm (scarves and sweaters), sit away from air flows, and so on, but these six could not have been more cooperative.

Did I learn anything from these rehearsals? Only how much I enjoy them. But that in itself is worth something. We live in a world of confrontation today. By contrast, rehearsals – almost always – involve people working together, allowing themselves and each other to be individuals yet also being a part of something greater.

The jazz composer and trumpeter Wynton Marsalis makes the same point in his book Moving to Higher Ground: How Jazz Can Change Your Life (2009), using jazz improvisation as a model. Actors in the kind of production I’m describing aren’t ordinarily improvising the material they’re performing, but they are improvising, in a sense, their relationships with other performers, from show to show.

Such mutual cooperation, Marsalis says, is a good model for families, for governments, for societies, and I heartily second that.

[I saw the 1974 Hal Prince revival of Candide on Broadway; it was one of the first things I saw after coming to New York City (along with Equus and Raisin, all running when I got here).  I also saw a later revival, using the Hugh Wheeler book again, at Washington’s Shakespeare Theatre Company in 2010 and posted a report on ROT on 13 January 2011.  I enjoyed the ’74 production (I saw it in ’75 apparently) very much, largely for the performances. and Prince’s all-over staging—but I never wrote anything on it.  (I mention some of the same remarks Kirk makes about the book and the play’s structure in my 2011 report.)  I also watched the PBS broadcast of the NYPO concert version with Chenoweth and LuPone in 2005.]

13 January 2011

'Candide'

On New Year’s Eve, 2010, my mother and I went to the Shakespeare Theatre Company’s Sidney Harman Hall in downtown Washington, D.C., to see the musical production Candide, the latest incarnation of the 1956 Leonard Bernstein “comic operetta” whose original lyrics and book were by Richard Wilbur and Lillian Hellman respectively. (Hellman apparently brought the idea of adapting the novel to Bernstein. She saw a reflection of her experiences in 1950 with the House Committee on Un-American Activities and the Hollywood blacklist, but Bernstein took the play out of the realm of political commentary. He continued to revise the work until just before his death in 1990.) This notoriously problem-riddled play, based on the 1759 novel by Voltaire, has never really worked in production and nearly every outing has begotten a revision of the book (John Caird, British director and playwright, and, for Harold Prince’s 1973 revival, Hugh Wheeler) and sometimes the lyrics (which have been tweaked, augmented, or rewritten by such theatrical stalwarts as Stephen Sondheim, John Latouche, Dorothy Parker, Hellman, and Bernstein himself). It kept looking as though no one could make this script work if the music had to be accompanied by the libretto, which was often pared down to a minimum. (Following the ’56 début, which had been staged by none other than Tyrone Guthrie and closed after only 73 performances, countless concert performances of the play have been mounted, including one broadcast on PBS’s Great Performances from a live staging at Lincoln Center’s Avery Fisher Hall on 12 January 2005, with Kristin Chenoweth as Cunegonde and Patti LuPone as the Old Lady. The original cast recording became a best-seller in 1957 and introduced listeners to Bernstein’s score, which became the undisputed star of the play.)

Prince’s production, which started in Brooklyn at the Chelsea Theatre Center before moving to the Broadway Theatre in 1974, played all over the theater, the interior of which Prince had had reconstructed to include ramps and platforms through the house and a shallow stage in the rear of the auditorium. It ran 740 performances (one of which I saw in February of 1975, shortly after I moved to New York City); my recollection is that the production’s success was more for Prince’s environmental staging than Wheeler’s new book—though I remember enjoying the great theatricality of the experience (and the performance of Charles Kimbrough, who’d replaced Lewis J. Stadlen as Pangloss by then). Of course, you all know by now what a sucker I am for theatricality . . . . I’m sorry to report, then, that Mary Zimmerman, director of the STC production I just saw, didn’t improve on this—and my 35-year-old impression still holds because Zimmerman, like Prince, had used Wheeler’s script, enhanced with material from Voltaire’s novel. It didn’t sparkle—and the actors all stayed behind the proscenium.

Now, don’t let me get carried away here. This was in no way a bad experience. The company all had good to excellent voices (I even appreciated that Lauren Molina’s Cunegonde didn’t have Chenoweth’s high, piercing soprano which, to quote Archie Bunker, goes through my head like a nail) and the staging was often clever—the plot covers pretty much the whole world, from Westphalia in Germany (where the ham comes from, ironically), to Buenos Aires and a fantasy El Dorado in South America, to Constantinople, as well as the seas in between—doing with dolls and miniatures what film would resort to CGI to accomplish these days. On New Year’s Eve, I’m looking for a nice way to spend the evening before watching the ball drop in Times Square on TV, not so much a fabulous theater experience (though I wouldn’t eschew one—it’s just not a main priority on this particular occasion). In the Washington Post, Peter Marks described the production as a “thoughtfully conjured, eye-pleasing entertainment” and that’s what I got. Candide was nicely done, considering the inherent weaknesses, and the musical portion of the evening was far better than that. Bernstein still rules—and I suspect always will when it comes to Candide. We’ll just have to get over it.

STC’s Candide was a co-production with Chicago’s Goodman Theatre, where it ran from 17 September to 31 October last fall. (The Washington performances closed on 9 January.) The director, Mary Zimmerman, is a presence in Chicago (and now national) theater because of her innovative and inventive work (often with the Lookingglass Theatre) on such classics- or myth-based works as The Arabian Nights (Off-Broadway, 1994), The Odyssey (1999, Goodman, and then elsewhere around the country), Ovid’s Metamorphoses (which garnered her a Tony in 2002), and The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci (Off-Broadway, 2003). (For the STC, Zimmerman has also staged Shakespeare’s Pericles in 2004 and Argonautika, her adaptation of the Jason myth, in 2008; Arabian Nights opens at Washington’s Arena Stage this month. She has also lately directed opera at the Met.) In all of these highly-praised works, Zimmerman, the recipient of a 1998 MacArthur Fellowship (the “genius grant”), was the adapter or writer and was acclaimed for her use of the space, the physicality of the production, and such imaginative techniques as puppetry and other playful imagery. Until Candide, however, she had never tackled a musical. (It’s also STC’s first-ever musical.) Peter Marks also said the production was what “one had come to expect from an imagineer like Zimmerman,” but given her theatrical pedigree, she was very conventional in her treatment of the play—which surprised me as the production unfolded and I realized she wasn’t going to rival even ol’ Hal Prince from 35 years ago. (The Chicago Tribune said “the show seems afraid of truth.” To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect from this staging. But I did figure Zimmerman would do something akin to the way she treated Ovid or Homer—and I expected she’d reinvent the libretto more than the contemporary references—intelligent design, the priestly sex scandal—she seems to have added.)

I’ll assume that I don’t need to summarize the plot of the picaresque Candide; if the play’s not well enough known, then the source material surely is. (Once again, I’m sure there are websites with summaries of the plot of either the operetta or the novel.) All I’ll say here is that it’s the tale of the journey of the sheltered, naïve, and eternally optimistic Candide (Voltaire’s full title was Candide, or Optimism), wandering from Germany through Bulgaria, Portugal, Holland, Argentina, Paraguay, Suriname, France, and Italy, to Turkey as the classic “blank page” tests Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz’s philosophy of Optimism as taught him by his tutor, Dr. Pangloss, against the vicissitudes of life, including war, the Lisbon earthquake (which inspired Voltaire to write the novel), and the Inquisition. (All the environmental and human evils Candide encounters are historical ones; Voltaire didn’t make up or even exaggerate them to make his point.) Leibniz’s main tenet, which Voltaire was ridiculing, was that we live in “the best of all possible worlds” and that everything that happens is for the best.

I can’t explain why Zimmerman’s direction seemed so tame in Candide, but her visual concept was certainly creative. The costumes by her long-time designer Mara Blumenthal were delightful and often slyly irreverent. (The perukes Cunegonde’s parents, the Baron and Baroness von Thunder, wear are outrageously ridiculous, like something from an 18th-century satirical cartoon. The Baron’s in particular stuck up atop his head like twin peaks of snow-white fluff. Having studied some costume, I know that these were modeled on actual wigs of the period, but just stylized enough to look foolish.) I can only imagine that Voltaire would have approved: he ridiculed nearly everything in the novel anyway, so making figures of fun look as asinine as he described them seems right. The writer wasn’t always subtle, either. The name of the sex interest in the story, Cunegonde, was selected for its sound as much as for the fact that it’s an old Germanic name: to the French ear, Cunegonde contains funny sounds which also happen to resemble very vulgar French words. (Cu is pronounced just like cul, the word for ‘ass’ and gonde sounds a lot like con, the vulgar term for female genitalia—which, just like the English equivalent, can be used as a nasty name for a woman.) Voltaire, who shared his countrymen’s distaste for everything German, surely chose Westphalia for the home of Cunegonde, her insufferable brother Maximilian, and the adopted Candide, because, among the French, it was thought of as a “barren region.” (It’s not, actually. It is—and was—a very mineral- and agriculture-rich area, much fought-over in its history.)

Dan Ostling’s set was both functional, serving often as a frame for Zimmerman’s stage pictures and Daniel Pelzig’s choreography, and a clever reference point for Voltaire’s satire. In the opening scene in the Baron’s Westphalian castle, the classroom where the three youngsters are instructed in Dr. Pangloss’s philosophy is depicted by a drop painted in mock 18th-century style. When Candide is evicted from the castle and starts on his voyage, the drop fell to the floor to reveal the paneled room that was the background for all the rest of the play’s locations, altered by a changing backdrop and projections across the wooden panels of the side walls. The set was used nicely by Zimmerman and her cast, with bits of suggestive scenery carried on and off to establish the place without overwhelming the stage or requiring hordes of stage hands. Most of the set pieces were moved by the actors themselves, usually including one who served as a narrator to connect each of the disparate scenes. The director used small props cleverly, including birds on long poles carried around the stage by actors, tiny boats sailing in the arms of actors to indicate a sea voyage, and a globe pulled across the stage on a string to indicate the hero traversing the world.

Zimmerman has used multiple narrators before, but here it constitutes one of the problems with the Hellman-Wheeler libretto. The story is just impossibly diffuse, and no amount of reworking even by the most talented writers like Hellman or Wheeler can change that since it’s in the nature of Voltaire’s novel. Narration is the only way to cover the gaps in the story, but after a while, it becomes a repetitively untheatrical and undramatic device. Other difficulties with the material, many of which derive from the source, are the huge number of incidental characters—19 roles in all—many of whom are important to one episode but then disappear entirely from the narrative. (In production, only the actors playing Candide, Cunegonde, and the Old Lady do not play multiple roles.) There is also the matter of Candide, the title character and basically the protagonist, though the character has no distinctive personality. Because he’s the quintessential blank slate, he’s a sponge for all the experiences of the story—but he has to remain essentially plain white bread in order to accomplish this mission. That leaves a huge void in the center of the operetta—the main character is little more than a hole in the air. It’s not by accident, I don’t think, that while stars or at least name actors have played Cunegonde, Pangloss, or the Old Lady, the actor playing Candide is often virtually unknown—though the character’s on stage for nearly the entire three-hour performance. Geoff Packard, the 29-year old actor who played Candide for Zimmerman, had all the technical attributes for the part, for instance: a sturdy physique; a pleasant face (not truly handsome, but boyishly reminiscent of Owen Wilson, with a blond mop of hair and a “nose with deviation,” as Fanny Brice had it in Funny Girl—Wilson’s looks broken; Packard’s is just too broad); a pleasing, but not spectacular, voice. But I have no idea how good an actor he really is (he has some major musical credits in his bio) because the role doesn’t demand he do much acting. He has—or displays—very little reaction to the horrors he witnesses and, even, experiences—which may be more a directorial fault than a textual one. (Actors will tell you that the hardest thing to do on stage is nothing—but being nothing is another matter.) Even Candide’s songs don’t compare to Cunegonde’s “Glitter and Be Gay” or the Old Lady’s “I Am Easily Assimilated” (the show-stopper of the first production and inevitably an audience-pleaser).

The cast was generally good, though no one stood out especially. Even Hollis Resnik as the Old Lady, possibly the best role in the play even without “Assimilated,” a lively tango-infused romp, didn’t burn particularly bright (though she was singled out in reviews both in Washington and Chicago). Lauren Molina (no relation to Alfred, by all accounts) and Larry Yando as Cunegonde and Pangloss were both fine, and Lauren has a nice, warm soprano that carried off Cunegonde’s songs well enough, though she seemed to be stretching a little at times. The best voice in the cast—a clear, strong tenor—belonged to Jonathan Weir, who played, among others, the Governor of Buenos Aires who sends innocent Candide off to war against the Jesuits in Paraguay so the Governor can make a move on Cunegonde. My impression, however, was that everyone, including Zimmerman and her actors, were so busy trying to keep the story moving along that no one had much time or focus for actual acting or character-creation. The roles, like the Old Lady or Pangloss, whose characters were limned by Voltaire, could fall back on those characterizations, but anyone with less-defined roles or who might otherwise have individualized her or his part was at a loss—and apparently didn’t receive any help from the director. Choreographer Pelzig managed a couple of nice dance numbers, particularly on “Assimilated,” but most of the movement was . . . well, movement rather than dance. It was all serviceable, but not rousing. In the Chicago Tribune, Chris Jones summed up Zimmerman’s work, which he called “aggravating,” as showing “a vexing inability to translate [her] understanding [of the text] into a personal journey that's undertaken with truth and touches the heart.” (Several of the published reviews, both in Washington and in Chicago, complained that the small, 12-piece orchestra was not adequate to reproduce Bernstein’s lush sounds, but I’m not musically astute enough to have noticed.)

In other words, what Prince got from his environmental staging, which he obviously substituted for textual drama, was lacking in Zimmerman’s interpretation. Prince famously went to a lot of trouble (and I imagine expense as well) to have the Broadway Theatre retrofitted for his all-over performance (I don’t know what he did in Brooklyn), and I suppose Zimmerman didn’t have that option even had she wanted it—Candide’s not Spider-Man and Zimmerman’s not Julie Taymor—but she found no alternative to enhancing the theatricality in lieu of dramatic and narrative impact. As a result, I guess what we had at the Harman was another concert version of Candide, but with a lot of extra motion.