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Ms. Umphress, with Brett Rowe on piano, sings the number “I Can Cook, Too” from the Broadway revival of the 1944 musical “On The Town.” The show is at the Lyric Theater.
Video by Erik Piepenburg and Erik Braund on Publish Date November 17, 2014.
And now, a show about sex that you can take the whole family to: the kids, the grandparents, even your sister the nun.
That idea may sound kind of creepy, or, worse, dreary.
But some assure you that the jubilant revival of “On the Town,” which opened at the Lyric Theater, is anything but.
That idea may sound kind of creepy, or, worse, dreary.
But some assure you that the jubilant revival of “On the Town,” which opened at the Lyric Theater, is anything but.
On the contrary, this merry mating dance of a musical feels as fresh as first sun-light as it considers the urgent quest of three sailors to find girls and get, uh, lucky before their 24-hour shore leave is over.
If there’s a leer hovering over “On the Town,” a seemingly limp 1944 artifact coaxed into pulsing new life by the director John Rando and the choreographer Joshua Bergasse, it’s the leer of an angel.
If there’s a leer hovering over “On the Town,” a seemingly limp 1944 artifact coaxed into pulsing new life by the director John Rando and the choreographer Joshua Bergasse, it’s the leer of an angel.
The best-known song from this show — which has music by Leonard Bernstein, with book and lyrics by Betty Comden and Adolph Green — describes its setting as “a helluva town.”
But the town in question — “New York, New York,” if you didn’t know — feels closer to heaven here.
But the town in question — “New York, New York,” if you didn’t know — feels closer to heaven here.
Designed in a spectrum of jelly-bean hues that makes vintage Technicolor look pallid, this is a parallel-universe New York in which hectic urban life acquires the pace and grace of a story=book ballet.
It’s a bustling, jostling cartoon that also floats like a swan.
And it feels right that the show’s central object of desire, a subway beauty queen pursued by our leading sailor (the wonderful Tony Yazbeck), is portrayed by a principal dancer from the New York City Ballet, Megan Fairchild.
It’s a bustling, jostling cartoon that also floats like a swan.
And it feels right that the show’s central object of desire, a subway beauty queen pursued by our leading sailor (the wonderful Tony Yazbeck), is portrayed by a principal dancer from the New York City Ballet, Megan Fairchild.
New York — I mean the real New York, both back in the day and today — is also a world capital of re-invention, where what was once regarded as terminally passé can surface anew as the hottest, latest thing.
“On the Town” has long been looked upon with the amused but distant fondness reserved for fading picture postcards.
“On the Town” has long been looked upon with the amused but distant fondness reserved for fading picture postcards.
Sure, it felt irresistibly sassy when it opened during the entertainment-hungry World War II years, with its talented team of newcomers.
In addition to Comden, Green and Bernstein, there was the rising choreographer Jerome Robbins, when they put the show together.
And the two Broadway revivals before now, in 1971 and 1998, had short and impoverished lives. Even the fondly remembered 1949 movie version, which starred Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra, now looks winceably antiseptic.
In addition to Comden, Green and Bernstein, there was the rising choreographer Jerome Robbins, when they put the show together.
And the two Broadway revivals before now, in 1971 and 1998, had short and impoverished lives. Even the fondly remembered 1949 movie version, which starred Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra, now looks winceably antiseptic.
But Mr. Rando, whose Broadway career includes “Urinetown” (yay) and “The Wedding Singer” (meh), has a loving affinity for this material that dispels the scent of mothballs.
He has directed “On the Town” twice before — an Encores! concert version at City Center in 2008 and, in 2013, for the Barrington Stage Company, in Pittsfield, Mass.
He has directed “On the Town” twice before — an Encores! concert version at City Center in 2008 and, in 2013, for the Barrington Stage Company, in Pittsfield, Mass.
I caught the Barrington production and admired how it restored the libido to “On the Town.”
It was one of the highlights of my summer, a perfect warm-weather diversion in a small, bucolic theater.
But the news that it would be coming to Broadway — and to the cavernous Lyric Theater, once home to a singing Spider-Man — gave me pause.
Frothy charm can go flabby when it gains weight.
It was one of the highlights of my summer, a perfect warm-weather diversion in a small, bucolic theater.
But the news that it would be coming to Broadway — and to the cavernous Lyric Theater, once home to a singing Spider-Man — gave me pause.
Frothy charm can go flabby when it gains weight.
Yet Mr. Rando’s “On the Town” has grown up quite nicely, thank you, with much of its original cast not only intact but also improved.
Every element has been heightened in just the right way, a delicate achievement when you consider the heightening that’s aspired to.
Every element has been heightened in just the right way, a delicate achievement when you consider the heightening that’s aspired to.
For “On the Town” traffics in two kinds of exaggerations, that of the earthy, even dirty cartoon and of the gossamer romance of poets.
This reflects the bicultural nature of Robbins and Bernstein, who belonged equally to Broadway and the concert hall.
This reflects the bicultural nature of Robbins and Bernstein, who belonged equally to Broadway and the concert hall.
Some of its numbers, in which comic archetypes cozy up or collide, could be placed directly into the cel of an animated Looney Tunes short.
Others could slide seamlessly onto the stage of the Paris Opera.
Others could slide seamlessly onto the stage of the Paris Opera.
This “On the Town” makes you forget that such contrasting sensibilities could ever be considered irreconcilable, at least in the world of musical comedy.
Beowulf Boritt’s simple sliding sets, Jess Goldstein’s costumes and Jason Lyons’s lighting evoke the city as a super candy store in which all manner of sweets are on offer.
What’s surprising is how fluent the entire cast is in both the high and low languages they are required to speak.
Beowulf Boritt’s simple sliding sets, Jess Goldstein’s costumes and Jason Lyons’s lighting evoke the city as a super candy store in which all manner of sweets are on offer.
What’s surprising is how fluent the entire cast is in both the high and low languages they are required to speak.
Start with Mr. Yazbeck as Gabey, the most unworldly of the three shipmates who invade New York.
He’s a greener-than-alfalfa farm boy, so clumsy that he can’t say hello to a stranger without muffing it.
He’s a greener-than-alfalfa farm boy, so clumsy that he can’t say hello to a stranger without muffing it.
But when he looks inward, to his lovelorn heart, he becomes a supremely eloquent dancer, a fusion of Astaire’s elegance and Kelly’s bounce.
And he has a yearning voice to match, plied to swoony effect in ballads like the great “Lonely Town.”
And he has a yearning voice to match, plied to swoony effect in ballads like the great “Lonely Town.”
The way Gabey dances is an idealized but very specific version of his character’s wants and needs.
And so it is for his chums, Chip (Jay Armstrong Johnson), the nerdy one, and Ozzie (Clyde Alves), the macho one.
In pas de trois, they all dance the same steps, yet their approaches feel as individual as fingerprints.
And so it is for his chums, Chip (Jay Armstrong Johnson), the nerdy one, and Ozzie (Clyde Alves), the macho one.
In pas de trois, they all dance the same steps, yet their approaches feel as individual as fingerprints.
Throughout the show, which includes the dreamiest dream ballets some have seen in years, Mr. Bergasse (best known for the television show “Smash”) maintains this rare feeling of idiosyncrasy in harmony.
Similarly, he’s captured the Robbins spirit, but stamped it with his own vivid signature.
Women found themselves newly in charge of the home front during World War II, so it feels appropriate that the soul mates of Chip and Ozzie should be such exuberantly take-charge gals.
As Hildy, the forthright taxi driver who hijacks Chip to her place, Alysha Umphress is a red-hot mama who sings double entendres with a prurience-proof, bebop gusto.
As Hildy, the forthright taxi driver who hijacks Chip to her place, Alysha Umphress is a red-hot mama who sings double entendres with a prurience-proof, bebop gusto.
A paradigm of refined comic exaggeration, Elizabeth Stanley is Claire de Loon, the anthropologist who finds her perfect primitive man in Ozzie.
Her singing voice, which slides between operatic trills and lowdown purrs, is a breezy shorthand for the show’s double edge.
As for Ms. Fairchild, whom Gabey falls for when he sees her picture as this month’s Miss Turnstiles, she looks and talks like the sugar-sweet girl next door that all-American servicemen once dreamed of. When she dances, though, she’s a goddess, that girl as she appears in their dreams.
The large supporting cast embraces both virtuoso comic shtick artists — including that cutup par excellence Jackie Hoffman, along with Stephen DeRosa, Michael Rupert, Phillip Boykin and Allison Guinn — and a corps de ballet that seems to be dancing on air, even in dirty old Times Square.
If the show could still use some tightening, especially of its slapstick riffs, some never checked their watch.
If the show could still use some tightening, especially of its slapstick riffs, some never checked their watch.
That’s partly because there’s always that music — ah, that music.
Under the direction of James Moore, Bernstein’s score belongs equally to heaven and earth. It is by turns jazzy (“I Can Cook, Too”), parodistic (“Carried Away”) and jaunty (“Lucky to Be Me”).
And then, with an uplift that takes your breath away, it flies up into an empyrean where sexual itches are transformed into great romantic love and a concrete-hard city feels as soft as a bed of clouds.
Correction: October 21, 2014
A theater review on Friday about “On the Town,” at the Lyric Theater in Manhattan, misspelled the given name of the actress who plays Hildy. As the listing of credits correctly noted, she is Alysha Umphress, not Alyssa.
A theater review on Friday about “On the Town,” at the Lyric Theater in Manhattan, misspelled the given name of the actress who plays Hildy. As the listing of credits correctly noted, she is Alysha Umphress, not Alyssa.
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