“HATS OFF! Here they come — those beautiful girls…” sings Michael Hayes in his old-fashioned tenor. This is the opening of the musical “Follies” being presented at the Marquis Theater. I don’t really know how many times I’ve seen this great James Godman–Stephen Sondheim musical, but I could go back annually just for the incredible score, which celebrates the girls of the Weismann Follies having their last reunion.
I hope I’ll be forgiven for saying that, for me, this revival doesn’t come up to the original, which had Harold Prince and Michael Bennett masterminding the most dynamic and glamorous musical I’ve ever seen. But this revival is still bracing, unusual and often great fun, and I appreciate the hell out of getting to enjoy it all again. (I do have a slight quibble. Sitting third row center, the delightful reporter David Patrick Columbia and I thought most of the performers were not “projecting” and we had a hard time distinguishing the lyrics even though everybody seemed to be “miked.” But then, we knew all the lyrics by heart anyway. Maybe it’s the fault of acoustics in the Marquis Theater.
In the first act, where everyone gathers in Weismann’s old theater (which is about to be torn down,) ghostly images from the past glide about in dramatic costumes, making it seem like “Dracula” — but never mind. These sprites stay with us even through the intermission, a touch I liked. Nothing really takes off until Terri White does her incredible “Who’s That Woman?” number and the old showgirls dance with their younger selves. Brilliant.
There are a few things I think are underdone. In “Broadway Baby,” why is the beloved and popular Jayne Houdyshell so under-dressed when she’d have been the first Follies girl to try to look good and stay in the game? And other moments are overdone, like the half charming but dangerous burst-of-anger turn by Danny Burstein as Buddy. No one needs to be choreographed as that angry!
And there were moments I just adored — Jan Maxwell doing the Alexis Smith-original Tony-winning role singing “Could I Leave You?” This unsung actress is compelling onstage whatever she does. Both male leads — Ron Raines and the aforementioned Danny Burstein are strong, easy to understand — and these guys can really act. British icon Elaine Paige shows a sardonic, cynical self in “I’m Still Here,” and this distinguished actress managed her American accent to perfection! She looks and sounds great — though I can’t understand why director Eric Schaeffer kept her sitting upstage so long before letting her come down and go boffo!
The surprise of the night for me was the charm of “One More Kiss,” done in operetta style by Rosalind Elias singing with her younger self, the beautiful Leah Horowitz. The audience went wild for Mr. Sondheim’s little history lesson of the origins of musical comedy, harking back to old Vienna.
And then there’s Broadway’s genius ingénue and now mature, sexy and gifted leading lady, Bernadette Peters. She presents here a woman not only asking “Am I Losing My Mind?” but one already gone. She is indelibly lovable, but maybe it’s the way Goldman wrote the part; it’s just too neurotic and downbeat. The way this character comes off, one wants to send Cher up onstage to slap her and say, “Snap out of it!” (But I will love this grand girl always for what she brought, brings, and will bring to musical theater.)
So, go see “Follies.” It’s chock full of nostalgia with four bitter human stories surrounded by beautiful young people, all in love with show biz. The music and lyrics alone are worth the price of the admission.
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