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<text id=94TT0675>
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May 23, 1994: Theater:Miserably Ever After
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
May 23, 1994 Cosmic Crash
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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ARTS & MEDIA/THEATER, Page 68
Miserably Ever After
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<p> Stephen Sondheim's new musical is unremittingly grim
</p>
<p>By William A. Henry III
</p>
<p> It says something about Stephen Sondheim that being in love
for the first time in his 64 years--as he recently acknowledged
he is--has evoked the darkest, most depressing show of his
career. Passion, the only memorable musical of the Broadway
season, portrays the romantic obsession of a penniless, ugly
and dying woman for a kind, handsome and accomplished soldier.
By the end, she is dead, he has been driven insane, the man
who introduced them has been gravely wounded, and a doctor who
fostered the relationship has been burdened with guilt that
will last a lifetime. The audience isn't feeling any too chirpy
either. Operas have been this grim, but Passion sets new marks
for misery in musical theater. One might assume that such bleakness
cannot be commercial. But the show had box-office sales of about
$500,000 last week, and its advance was approaching $2 million.
</p>
<p> Artistically, Passion is one of the great turnarounds. During
previews, it seemed hopeless. The obsessed woman struck spectators
as akin to a stalker, too creepy to induce sympathy. Her unstinting
devotion resembled emotional blackmail. The narrative, two hours
without intermission, felt strained and wearisome. Many theatergoers
fidgeted or tittered in the wrong places. (There aren't many
right places to laugh in Passion, which makes no use of Sondheim's
greatest gift--a talent for writing intricate comic lyrics
that fit the characters.) Sensing disaster, Sondheim and director-librettist
James Lapine revamped the plot, recast a major role, picked
up the pace and added three songs. The show is vastly improved,
but huge problems remain. The obsessed woman, stirringly acted
and sung by Donna Murphy, is still difficult to like or admire.
The man whom she chases spends most of the show eluding her,
then shifts in a moment to loving her passionately. This transition--which also commits him to a duel--would be tough for anyone,
and is utterly beyond the histrionic powers of Jere Shea, a
handsome and harmonious hero but a wooden one. The message that
love is unworthy unless it recklessly risks everything may fit
the Anna Karenina-style sensibilities of 1863, when the show
is set, but now it feels adolescent and irresponsible.
</p>
<p> Passion is ably staged but so austere that it provides little
visual pleasure. The score similarly resists anyone's yearning
to walk out humming, exceeding even the anti-showstopper standards
of recent Sondheim: the melodies are elusive, and the program
omits song titles. The only lush moment is the opening, a nude
bedroom encounter between Shea and luxuriantly fleshy Marin
Mazzie. It too soon goes sour. They sing liltingly of abundant
happiness. Then she returns to her husband, her child and her
hypocrisy, while he goes off to his new posting and his doom.
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