A faint impression of the genuine article
Can we start by not using Barbra Streisand as a polestar here?
7 pieces since 2018.
Can we start by not using Barbra Streisand as a polestar here?
Jerry Zaks’ high-gloss production, which trades heavily on a bland Americana at odds with the sharp satire of Meredith Willson’s libretto and timeless score, operates on all cylinders but fires on hardly any.
Plucked from obscurity by Howard Hughes and sold to the public as a buxom, brunette heir apparent to his former protégé, Jean Harlow, Jane Russell became a household name before she ever shot a single reel of film.
What we see here from Strasberg is frustratingly literal and drably conventional—it looks to me like he’s channeling a lot of received wisdom about how Chekhov should be staged and bringing almost nothing of his own to the process.
Time heals almost everything, as Jerry Herman’s best score is stylishly resurrected.
Dolly definitely did not have me at Hello!
It’s high time we see Funny Girl through a different lens.
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