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<text id=92TT0872>
<title>
Apr. 20, 1992: Reviews:Theater
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
Apr. 20, 1992 Why Voters Don't Trust Clinton
</history>
<article>
<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEW, Page, 92
THEATER
Folksy Funk
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<p>By William A. Henry III
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<l>TITLE: Five Guys Named Moe</l>
<l>AUTHOR: Clarke Peters, based on music associated with</l>
<l>Jazzman Louis Jordan</l>
<l>WHERE: Broadway</l>
</qt>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: The revue aims only to be peppy and
likable, and it is.
</p>
<p> Impresario Cameron Mackintosh made his millions (150 or so
of them, in dollar terms) producing musicals of high tech, high
technique and high seriousness--Miss Saigon, Les Miserables,
The Phantom of the Opera and Cats. He was just out for a night
on the town with friends in Britain when he saw a jumping,
jiving cabaret revue. It could not have been further from
Mackintosh's customary taste. He favors life-and-death
storytelling; Five Guys Named Moe is a wisp of a tale about a
drunken lowlife cleaning up his act and winning back his lady
love with the help of five hipsters who materialize out of his
radio late one boozy night. Mackintosh shows are polished like
gems, but Five Guys thrives on funk and folksy amateurism,
including such audience participation gimmicks as a sing-along,
pulling volunteers up onstage and a mass conga line.
</p>
<p> No matter. Moments after he saw the show, a charmed
Mackintosh offered to transport it from its bandbox site to the
pilastered prestige of London's West End. There its exuberance
and energy wedded happily with a larger space and wittier, more
elaborate settings, a fantasy urban landscape in which
skyscrapers look like zoot-suited people. So he decided to brave
Broadway, where Five Guys Named Moe boogied in last week. It is
a slight, sometimes silly but absolutely joyful experience,
larkish and lighthearted and a bit like running around with a
lampshade on your head.
</p>
<p> There are two significant things that Five Guys ain't.
First, Ain't Misbehavin', the finest of all revues of recent
decades. The emotions in Five Guys aren't as rich and varied,
the performances aren't as dazzling, and the lyrics aren't as
memorable. But Ain't Misbehavin' is long gone, and Five Guys is
here now. Second, Five Guys isn't English. Its creators,
librettist Clarke Peters and director-choreographer Charles
Augins, are Americans, as are the half a dozen actors. The
sensibility is very 1940s American.
</p>
<p> The escapism is more timeless: this is an all-black show
with absolutely no references to white people, pro or con. The
nearest it comes to relevance is a rudimentary feminism, at one
point disavowing the sexism of some of the vintage numbers. One
can get all humorless and huffy about the feathered costume for
Ain't Nobody Here but Us Chickens and the rest of the cheery
inanity. One can insist that the theater be meaningful and
memorable. Or one can, more sensibly, check one's higher
consciousness at the door and have a shallow but rollicking
time.
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