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<text id=92TT0456>
<title>
Mar. 02, 1992: Tap Dancing into Yesterday
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Mar. 02, 1992 The Angry Voter
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<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
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THEATER, Page 56
Tap Dancing into Yesterday
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<p>Broadway's urge to rekindle musical popularity sends it rummaging
relentlessly through old songs and scores
</p>
<p>By William A. Henry III
</p>
<p> The opening and closing images in Crazy for You, a "new"
Gershwin brothers musical that opened on Broadway last week,
depict chorus girls in giant headdresses out of some Busby
Berkeley-style fantasy. These shimmering daydreams, afloat in
dark space, pay homage to a bygone Broadway and to the movies
of the pre-World War II era that have preserved its style for
latter-day audiences. Between the wistful glints of remembered
magic unfolds a plot aptly concerning two moribund musical
theaters, one on the Great White Way, the other in dusty
Deadrock, Nev. In both cases the solution is said to be simple:
put on a bouncy, pretty, old-fashioned and campily funny
extravaganza, heavy on ostrich feathers and light on social
significance, and people will come flocking back.
</p>
<p> Crazy for You was greeted with all but universal cheers
last week, less for what the show is--a pleasant evening of
well-loved songs and imaginative choreography hitched to a slow
narrative, obvious jokes, completely undefined characters and
mediocre performances--than for its shameless retrospection,
its bland assertion that Broadway's future lies in its past. The
second act contains two gratuitous slurs on the "concept"
musicals that have dominated the past decade: a visual slap at
Grand Hotel and a verbal slam toward Les Miserables. Yet those
shows have precisely what Crazy for You so painfully lacks:
propulsive storytelling, cinematically fluid staging,
emotionally powerful character songs, and a sense that something
urgent and meaningful is at stake.
</p>
<p> The hoopla over Crazy is the centerpiece of a musical
nostalgia binge that is sweeping over Broadway as it nears the
end of a season in which the only truly new American musical,
Nick & Nora, died quickly and the one new musical yet to come,
Metro, is being imported from Warsaw with an all-Polish creative
team and cast, albeit performing in English.
</p>
<p> A week before Crazy for You, which is touting itself as a
new musical for awards purposes but is in fact a reworking of
the theme and score of the Gershwins' 1930 Girl Crazy, Broadway
was graced by a straightforward revival of 1956's The Most
Happy Fella. By the end of April, those shows are to be joined
by Man of La Mancha (1965) and Guys and Dolls (1950), and a
belated transfer of the off-Broadway hits March of the Falsettos
(1981) and Falsettoland (1990), now paired in a single evening.
In addition are three "new" musicals recycling songs by black
composers: Five Guys Named Moe, produced by London impresario
Cameron Mackintosh but mounted by Americans around the work of
Louis Jordan; Jelly's Last Jam, featuring Jelly Roll Morton
music and tap dancers Gregory Hines and Savion Glover; and The
High Rollers Social and Pleasure Club, a review starring New
Orleans songwriter Allen Toussaint.
</p>
<p> Guys and Dolls offers a nonpareil text and score, and a
creative team so impressive that before the first preview, a
year-long national tour starting in September had already been
booked around the U.S. But the $5.5 million staging of
composer-lyricist Frank Loesser's comic gem will be hard pressed
to equal the emotional impact of his Most Happy Fella, telling
of an inept but earnest quest for love by a hulking, homely
immigrant farmer in California's Napa Valley. The book, also by
Loesser, is intermittently burdened with the same irritating
cuteness and insincerity that lumbers Crazy for You and so many
others of its ilk. The score, as well, has an overabundance of
the customary novelty songs ("Big D little a double l a s") and
robust group numbers set in town squares. But the show achieves
absolute emotional believability in the performance of the title
role by Spiro Malas, a baritone behemoth who does not stint
either the character's crudeness or his virtue. When he stands
alone, singing of his needs, the patina of the period slips away
and what remains is timeless art.
</p>
<p> Crazy for You has several moments when characters might
wrench out their feelings. But in the leading roles of a playboy
who just wants to sing and dance, and a small-town gal who just
wants to honor her dad, Harry Groener is all tinny energy and
Jodi Benson is all hollow spunk, so even the big ballads don't
pay off. He dances and sings just well enough to remind one of
the greats without rivaling them. She is so amplified vocally
that she sounds as though she were in a recording studio. The
real blame belongs with the show's creators, notably director
Mike Ockrent and book writer Ken Ludwig. In their quest for
Broadway's past glory, they have forgotten the distinction
between music and a musical. Great tunes are fine, and Crazy for
You has them. But it takes great words, great stories and above
all great feelings to make a great show.
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