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“Ta-da!”

I’ve always believed that Follies, like life, should be relentless and inescapable, so I jumped at the chance to see Dominic Cooke’s new staging for the National, which is done without an intermission in keeping with the authors’ original intention. 

Follies is structured as a long-form party from hell, going from the nervous energy of the first cocktail through drunken exuberance into a blistering hangover, and it works perfectly without a break. I’ll have trouble seeing any staging that does have an intermission now. (Note: this is hyperbole; I would see Follies done in a church basement with seven intermissions and any two of your aunts as Sally and Phyllis. Just email me the date.)

Several recent productions have shown the difficulties inherent in doing Follies (which is after all a show about putting on an elaborate show of who you are) on a budget. This production is delightfully lavish in its production values. The costumes, ranging from crazy showgirl headdresses for the ghosts to pitch-perfect recreations of period cocktail attire for the female cast, suitable for Merv Griffin’s guest chair, are exquisite. The production design, both the atmospheric theatrical ruins and the startling and suitably overwhelming “Loveland” sets, delivers.

The main piece of the set is a very active turntable that spins us nicely through the various episodes and numbers of the book. It’s dominated by a neon sign advertising the Follies and proclaiming that Mr. Weissman’s show is in the business of “Glorifying the American Girl.” This seemed like the perfect summation of the way society saw the generation of women the show is about: beautiful girls who, if they’re lucky, land husbands, and after the wedding, who cares how much they drink or cry or stand in the middle of the floor, not going left, not going right.

I’ll get right to it: Imelda Staunton is a controversial figure among American voice queens and I understand why; she’s a musical theater star who’s not even principally a singer, and “the instrument,” as I’m sure she has never referred to it, is nothing to phone your mum about.

With that said, I’m a full-on crazy Staunton stan. I worship the psychological specificity of her choices, the surprising emotional line readings, the pauses. I’m here for it all. If you’re ever at my apartment and enough wine is involved, there’s a non-zero chance I’ll find some way to guide the conversation to Into the Woods just so I can play you the live bootleg of “Moments in the Woods” where she tears through “Is it always ‘or’ / is it never ‘and’” with the ferocity of five millennia of silenced fairy tale wives and girlfriends.

As much as I adore her, I have to admit that I greeted this cast announcement with some serious skepticism, that secondhand fear you get when you feel your favorite diva ramping up to an optional e-flat she may have once sung gloriously in the shower when she was in college. Imelda had done “Broadway Baby” in a Follies concert once, and I could see her as Hattie, or as a particularly determined-to-be-still-here Carlotta or, at a stretch, a very dark Phyllis. But Sally? The, uh, part with all the, um, singing? Um.

I foresaw a lot of yelling to compensate for difficulty with the score, so when she raced on at the top of the show like Doris Day, sunny, with an aggressively buoyant Midwestern energy, I was shocked. This Sally is so happy to be at this sad reunion of middle-aged showgirls that you can’t help but be embarrassed for her—is life in Arizona really that boring?

But as she continues through “Don’t Look At Me” (frantic, with an edge of genuine fear), “In Buddy’s Eyes” (“Life is ducky” sounds like something this woman would actually say for once), and “Who’s That Woman” (tapping and grinning through Sally’s old chorus part, eyes relentlessly forward), I realized that something much scarier was happening. Staunton’s Sally starts in the full upswing of a manic phase and you sense that the crash is going to be terrifying.

The paint starts to peel in “Too Many Mornings,” where she’s singing lyrics of eternal devotion in the general direction of Ben, the man she’s objectified from a distance for decades, and Staunton’s particular brilliance is that you see her happy on the surface because of the manic energy, pretending to be happy underneath for Ben’s benefit, and just barely, at the fringes, not happy at all because there’s nothing worse than getting the thing you want and having to come up with something new to live for.

So yes, you miss some soaring notes in her performance, especially in that duet, but for me, the compromise was well worth it. By “Losing My Mind,” she’s at the bottom of her downswing, flat and broken at a dressing table. I felt the fear in the lyrics this time, that whoever Sally was isn’t coming back from the reunion, not in any real sense. Her performance of the song is gently unsettling and creepy, like waking up from a dream and not being able to remember exactly who you are, rather than overtly heartbreaking, and needless to say I was there for it in a big way.

The other standout number was “I’m Still Here,” that delicious parade of ancient references that has flummoxed many a senior diva. There are your Too Tough To Die Carlottas (Polly Bergen, Karen Morrow, Dolores Gray); your Droll and Ironic Carlottas (Christine Baranski, Carol Burnett); your Who Cares What Show It Is, Annie’s Still Got It Carlottas (Ann Miller); your Say Something Nice Um I Guess Her Basic Voice Is Still Pretty Good Carlottas (Elaine Paige); and of course your Darling, You’re Fabulous, Can’t You Just Write The Lyrics On Your Hand Or Something Carlottas (Yvonne de Carlo), but I’m ready to cite Tracie Bennett as the first Carlotta who makes all the parts of the character work.

She’s larger-than-life and outrageous; she’s sexy; she’s a mess; she’s incredibly charismatic; she’s a survivor; and you absolutely believe that she would have an adoring crowd of younger people at her feet—as the staging calls for here—whenever she recounts her life story.

The director has Bennett sing the first half of the song to this group (cute touch: a gay man who is incredulous at the mention of “platinum hair”), then we flip into internal monologue as she steps away into a follow spot for the second half of the song. (It should be noted that Matthew Warchus similarly broke up the song at this point to lesser effect in his 2001 Broadway revival featuring too-tough-to-die-but-nevertheless-RIP Carlotta Bergen).

It’s clear here that this Carlotta is a star who keeps being a star because what the hell else could she possibly do, work retail? By the end of the song, Bennett has thrown her entire campy, magnificent being into it, vigorously applauding herself and literally screaming “I’m still here!” into the empty auditorium in a growl that suggests a breakfast diet of cigarettes and vodka. It’s a fantastic performance.

Janie Dee, the Phyllis, is, like many of the cast, well, to call her “not principally a singer” seems unkind and overly reductive, but let’s say I’m not going to be first in line the day she does a recital of Handel rarities. But this is almost always the case with the role, and she delivers the character’s arch wit, self-loathing, and outward-facing loathing extremely well. She suffers slightly by comparison to Staunton, who plumbs greater depths from Sally, but Phyllis, much as we all love and emulate her, is perhaps harder to find surprising layers in.

So here’s the sorrowful précis. At the performance I saw she spoke/growled/chested almost half of “Could I Leave You,” which was a bit too much for me, but it was a live-wire performance and very effective dramatically. She had a greater success in “The Story of Lucy and Jessie,” delightfully staged with her fully Rita Hayworthing atop an upright piano surrounded by boys and the Young Phyllis double.

Philip Quast—debonair and a lovely singer—was ideal as Ben, the kind of man you believe could fake his way to the top based on how well he wears a suit. The staging of his breakdown during his Follies number was handled in a genuinely unsettling and original way that’s worth seeing for yourself. Peter Forbes nailed both of Buddy’s solo numbers. “The Right Girl,” especially, benefits from being part of the continuous action instead of the world’s most underwhelming entr’acte.

As Heidi, Dame Josephine Barstow showed commanding and still-impressive vocal resources. She also must be one of the most active Heidis in history, physically clambering up and down some significant fire escape stairs in “Beautiful Girls” just as fast as some of the beautiful girls a decade or two her junior. (A gentleman never checks Wikipedia for a lady’s age, but the Follies girls each wear sashes with the year they were in the show, and Dame Jo’s seemed to be of the most, ah, expensive vintage.)

“One More Kiss” is the ultimate distillation of Follies, to me and to many opera queens, I suspect; the past and present fighting for control of the song, the haunting repetition of “Never look back.” It’s staged simply here but it works.

As for the rest, the Whitmans and Solange handled their numbers excellently, the latter with the benefit of two chorus boys in berets. I was surprised by the take on “Broadway Baby,” which was presented introspectively, as if Hattie (Di Botcher) was tentatively recalling a strange, long-forgotten time when the only thing she cared about was being cast in Broadway shows. It was a valid interpretation, even if my taste is more for the Maxene Andrews/Mimi Hines/Ethel Shutta style of indefatigable ancient greasepaint addict.

The other showstopper, “Who’s That Woman?,” was well-staged, with the turntable constantly rotating so we could simultaneously enjoy both the showgirls and the aged hoofers, led by Stella (Dawn Hope). The transition to Loveland was suitably funny and uncomfortable, with the main quartet awkwardly onstage as various choristers in elaborate hats extoled the virtues of love. “You’re Gonna Love Tomorrow / Love Will See Us Through” got many genuine laughs throughout.

A smart directorial invention is the addition of a documentary crew to the early party scenes, to whom the old-timers speak much of their party dialogue. I loved this; it solves the book’s inherent awkwardness of having the audience “discover” guest after guest at the exact moment he or she is delivering a one-liner or brusque summation of their entire life story. It makes sense that these people would speak this way to a camera, for posterity.

The gaudily outfitted showgirls glide in and out for most of the show as we spin around the party, to haunting effect. A great early moment: the Follies ladies shuffle in and the ghosts swirl around them, each looking for herself. I focused on Young Hattie, a gorgeous Louise Brooks type, staring at middle-aged Hattie with confusion, revulsion, pity—that’s me? What the hell happened? Imagine your 22-year-old self watching you at a party now and cringe accordingly.

Follies done right is a tough show to enjoy. The escape from Loveland is dark for Sally and Buddy, and when they had left to take their Uber to a life whose only hope is death and Ben and Phyllis were left alone onstage, I felt my heart sink. But Phyllis’s last lines—about how making hope is the hardest and the most important thing people can do—hit me in a big way in this production, especially in these times when everything seems so grim. I needed to hear it.

All in all, I thought this production made the best possible case for Follies as a sustained, brilliant piece of musical theater, not a cultish mess one endures for favorite numbers. It was big and beautiful and unsettling and relentless and I need to get to London again before it closes so I can see it all one more time.

Photos: Johan Persson

  • southerndoc1

    Who Bennett? Joan? Constance? Tony?

    Thanks for the review.

    • La Cieca

      Cerf.

      No, actually Tracie Bennett. An editing error on my part.

  • grimoaldo2

    This isn’t a complaint, or a criticism, I am simply curious as to why these Sondhem shows get reviews and paid a lot of attention on this opera blog and the latest revival of, say “Kiss Me Kate” or “Guys and Dolls” does not.
    Is it felt that “Follies’ is somehow more operatic than those other two? Or that the works of Sondheim are such genius that they deserve to be noticed everywhere by everyone?
    I don’t get this adoration for Sondheim, at all, myself, but then I don’t like any “musical”.
    Which is fine, I don’t have to pay any attention to them, and I don’t, anymore (I used to and then decided they were not my thing in the least little way), I just wonder how they somehow qualify as operas, if they do.

    • La Cieca

      Well the specific point here is that this writer saw this revival and I asked him to write about it.

      My opinion is that Follies is a peak achievement in musical theater and that musical theater and opera are so closely related it seems arbitrary to discuss one and not the other.

      Have there been recent revivals of Kiss Me Kate or Guys and Dolls I know I am going to want to get a review of Carousel when it opens in the spring.

      • grimoaldo2

        Thanks for explaining.

        • I don’t get Sondheim at all either -- rather the opposite : he drives me nuts after a few bars -- so that makes two of us. In the past few years the Châtelet in Paris has been reviving musicals, some of them very successfully. But I steered clear of the Sondheims.

          • Ivy Lin

            I don’t love all Sondheim but I think at his best he can be devastating. My favorite example of the genius of Stephen Sondheim is in his famous flip Merrily We Roll Along. The story on the surface is unappealing — yet another story about how showbiz people sell their friends and talent for fame.

            But Sondheim has a way of writing the show so that characters we shouldn’t care about hit me in the solar plexus. “Franklin Shephard Inc.” is one of the greatest rant songs of all time. The rage, anger, resentment, and derangement make it a mini mad-scene.
            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3RAF6jqOYc

            And then when every ounce of goodwill for the characters is spent, the final song “Our Time” gives us a reminder that once upon a time, these were people worth caring about. The gentle, uplifting melody is one of the most beautiful endings to any musical, ever.

            https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SXtbBbk3j8

      • MisterSnow
    • Camille

      grimoaldo—
      Because La Cieca loves FOLLIES—and the whim of La Cieca is FINAL!, and that’s why, and that’s that!

      Now, I saw FOLLIES a few years back and was left a little mystified by it and slightly unsatisfied in a vague way….however, I can now proudly say I’ve seen Bernadette Peters and Elaine Page on a Broadway stage, AND I saw Rosalind Elias again, after having seen her already rise from the crypt in an L.A. Vanessa in the aughties, seen by both myself and Our Own PatMack. After having heard of Roz Elias since I was a Opera Baby, it was a really lovely experience to see and hear her WAY after her career was over.

      As well, I’ve seen that Into the Woods Opus, in a very nice production in Central Park, a few years ago. I was fairly mystified by it as well, but it was fun and people seemed to know the songs and chimed in at the end, happily enough, so who or whom are we to judge. I mean to say, we like MEYERBEER, for crissake, so how weird is that???

      • Brackweaver

        I think that the fractured fairy tale effect of Into The Woods has become temporarily muted in the wake of Shrek and other animated films.

  • Armerjacquino

    Truly brilliant review, especially the parade of Carlottas. First you’re another sloe-eyed vamp…
    I’m seeing it in a couple of weeks and can’t wait. I also rose an eyebrow at the casting of Staunton in what is essentially a soprano part but she’s always such a mesmerising performer and I’m glad to hear it paid off. (Maybe our reviewer caught Dee on an ‘indisposed’ day? A lot of her career has been in MT in much bigger sings than Phyllis).

    By the way, whenever Sondheim comes up I’m always tempted to do a revamp of the old gag about vegans. How do you know when someone doesn’t like Sondheim? THEY TELL YOU

    • Greg Freed

      “….and she became the sad Carlotta, alone in the great house, walking the streets alone, her clothes becoming old and patched and dirty. And the mad Carlotta, stopping people in the streets to ask, ‘Where is my child?’ And then the fabulous Carlotta, asking ‘in the Depression, was I depressed?!'”

    • Larry Rudiger

      Sally was (memorably) transposed for late-prime Barbara Cook. Check out the Mike Douglas-show footage, though for the parts’ originator: Dorthy Collins. Decidedly a mezzo, and I think that’s been the case w other revivals. I recognized Kim Crosby’s star power in the part down @ Barrington Stage a few years ago, but she’s so strikingly beautiful and was a bit young for it. But even she did it come scritto, while the Cook transpositions would have been a better fit.

      Done well, I think that the original keys give her a sort of modest air: she’s just too modest to soar. But oh my stars, I’ve listened to Barbara Cook’s “Losing my mind” countless times, having worn out an LP. The PERFECT break-up song!

      • Rick

        Dear Larry, Sorry to be incredibly slow -- but are you saying that the part of Sally was transposed up for Ms Cook? Was that for the star-studded concert performance that has also been released commercially? And do you know if both her songs (and her big duet) was transposed? Thanks.
        Rick
        PS I also love Follies (and many things Sondheim) and was pleased to see Ms Peters, Ms Elias etc. live a few years back.
        PPS I saw Sweeney Todd at the Royal Opera House in London in 2004 with Sir Thomas Allen and Dame Felicity Palmer -- both great but the part was actually too low for him. I remember reading that when Sir Thomas spoke to Mr Sondheim in the course of the run, Mr Sondheim said that he would have had no issue with some transpositions being made (and would even have assisted? I’m “quoting” from memory here). So Mr Sondheim is clearly a person who doesn’t mind adjustment to be made so suit his performers (of course, he also wrote a new song for Ms Rigg so she wouldn’t have to do the dance number of Lycy and Jessie).

        • MisterSnow

          Losing My Mind was transposed up for Cook. The rest was in the oringal keys. Yes this was the star studded concert (CD/DVD)

    • MisterSnow

      One of favorite Carlottas was only in concert -- the famous all Sondheim concert tribute from the early 70s. Listen to Rhoda’s mother knock it out of the park!
      https://youtu.be/l3CwCpwrV8M

  • Armerjacquino

    “I need to get to London again before it closes so I can see it all one more time.”

    Note to non-Londoners: there’s an NT Live coming up.

    • Donna Annina

      Seeing the encore broadcast in Indianapolis on 12/10. And I can’t wait.

  • Ivy Lin

    “The Right Girl” with the original Michael Bennett choreo was a showstopper. It starts at 40:05 in this incredible compilation of the original Broadway production.
    https://youtu.be/uTD9H-yshUg?t=40m5s

  • CCorwinNYC

    Thanks for the terrific review, Sam, and welcome. The Met’s loss is truly Parterre’s gain! I’ve always loved Follies but I don’t often like it. Your discussion of this production however makes me particularly look forward to next week’s NT Live.