The last three plays of Stratford’s opening week were less
spectacular but more unusual than the opening three. Two are seldom seen
onstage, and I wish I could say that about the third. Although the smaller
musical’s title might evoke a show as lovable as The King and I, its French belle
รฉpoque amorality comes through more realistically onstage and feels creepy.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe’sGigiwas adored as a charming film. The
stage musical they adapted from their movie is perhaps closer to Colette’s
cynical tale of a young girl being groomed to be a courtesan. Their additional
songs aren’t worth the trouble, but the original ones — “Gigi,”
“Thank Heaven For Little Girls,” “The Night They Invented
Champagne” — are worth cherishing. And Richard Monette gives it a bubbly
production with artful sets and costumes by Cameron Porteous, high-spirited
choreography by Donna Feore, and musical direction by Berthold Carriere, the
best in the business.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย This time
the only flaw is in casting. The cast is adroit and stylish in its roles, but I
couldn’t accept the romantic lead. What has happened to Dan Chameroy? He was a
rich-voiced Gaston in Beauty and the
Beast and Lancelot in Camelot,
and he sings some songs like the title-ballad beautifully here. But he not only
overacts in a florid manner as Gaston Lachailles, the man Gigi loves, but uses
a nasal speaking voice that sounds distressingly like a good imitation of
Charles Nelson Reilly — not the voice one wants for an irresistible roue.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย James
Blendick holds the show together and reveals a creamy baritone as Honore, the
role famously played by Maurice Chevalier in the film. Domini Blythe is
soft-spoken and charming as Mamita, Gigi’s grandmother. Patricia Collins is a
hoot as Aunt Alicia, a former courtesan who seems to be morphing into Edith
Evans’ trumpet-voiced Lady Bracknell. And Jennifer Gould is pretty and sweet enough
as Gigi, though her ingรฉnue seems to be shading into soubrette a tad too
rapidly.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The sweet
story is about a dirty old man who thanks heavens for really little girls and
encourages his playboy nephew, Gaston, to seduce every young demimondaine in Paris. When the innocent
young girl Gaston regards as a refreshing playmate begins to blossom into
adolescence, he finds himself smitten and finally agrees to work out financial
details to make her his mistress. Everyone happily assents to this despoiling, including
Gigi, until Gaston suddenly sees the final act coming to an end and therefore
proposes marriage. Who’s to say that Cinderella’s fairy godmother wasn’t a
bawd?
The Hunchback of Notre Dameisn’t a very pretty story either, but playwright Rick Whelan is to be
congratulated for following the Victor Hugo novel (Notre Dame de Paris) rather faithfully. Alexander Dodge’s huge,
suggestive sets are mostly details of the Cathedral’s Gothic architecture, and
Kelly Wolf’s period costumes look like costumes made for the stage, not for
real people. But their dark palette is given dramatic variety and nuance by
Michael J. Whitfield’s stunning lighting designs. Dennis Garnhum directs with a
panache that suggests old movie melodramas, and Gregg Coffin’s melodramatic original
music not only underscores the drama, but several times creates what drama
there is in the slower-moving scenes.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย The large
cast is a uniformly fine ensemble. If Jennifer Gould is a little too adult for
the childlike Gigi, she’s a perfect heroine, lovely and fiery, as La Esmeralda,
the Gypsy girl foolishly in love with the vapid, handsome Captain Phoebus.
David Snelgrove makes Phoebus a more dimensional character than you would
expect.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Brigit
Wilson makes a nice transition from clichรฉ madwoman to heartbroken mother. Dan
Chameroy uses that nasal delivery to good advantage as the stupid poet. Stephen
Russell brings real menace and triumphant conviction to the evil Archdeacon
Frollo, who convinces himself that his motives are holy and his vices the wicked
temptations that are visited upon a holy man. And Nicolas Van Burek is
remarkable as Quasimodo, losing himself, his youth, and good looks in the
character of the deformed hunchback, yet retaining his acrobatic athleticism
and ability to gain sympathy without sentimental tricks.
Shakespeare’s The Adventures of Periclesties in with the exotic storytelling of
this season and the dramas based on Greek legends that open later this month.
It isn’t good Shakespeare, and it isn’t all Shakespeare, but what is good and
actually written by Shakespeare plays well in this new revival.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย John
Pennoyer has designed so many stunning productions for Stratford, Shaw, opera,
and ballet that I was startled at how uneven his designs are for this play and
how foolish some appear. He is quoted as saying “In every location we’re
dealing with princes or kings or high priests. We’re showing the best of each
culture. It’s a designer’s dream.”
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Well, many
scenes are memorably impressive, but several look downright amateurish with
actors looking really silly in headpieces and pants that they don’t know how to
wear. The basic white hanging cloths and ground cloths work well at the end,
but not throughout. The riot of color in Pentapolis and Tharsus would be
effective if some of the designs hadn’t looked so preposterous. Other Asian
designs and especially hairdos look absurd on the lily-white folk wearing them.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Rituals and
dances that Donna Feore concocted for these imaginary civilizations are
hilariously inept. The Thai music is ugly.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Bald and
painted white all over, Thom Marriott’s narrator, Gower, looks like an
out-of-shape wrestler disguised as a jellyfish. But he handles the endless
narrations surprisingly interestingly. (Gower shows up constantly to tell us
what happened after the last inchoate scene and what unrelated place we’ll see
Pericles in next.) Rubin arranges nifty entrances and exits for him.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Jonathan
Goad isn’t really very grabbing as Pericles until he dons a long gray wig and
is made up to look older. In the one great scene in the play, the elderly
Pericles is reunited with his daughter Marina. Goad was mesmerizing. And
Nazneen Contractor’s Marina matched his passion. Her Marina has a good scene
earlier in the generally trite brothel section, when she convinces the pimp
Boult not to ravish her but to promote her as a musician. Funny and dramatic,
Michael Therriault performs alchemy on the minor role of Boult; you can’t take
your eyes off him.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Another
mixed bag of good and awful choices, The
Adventures of Pericles will let you exit reasonably pleased, if you haven’t given up on it by the
first intermission. The playscript’s best sections come at the end anyway. I’d
advise seeing its last 45 minutes.
Stratford Festival: Alan Jay Lerner and
Frederick Loewe’s Gigi,at the Avon Theatre to November 1; Rick
Whelan’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame,at the Avon Theatre to November 2; and
Shakespeare’s The Adventures of Pericles,at the Festival Theatre to October 31.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Call
1-800-567-1600 for information, special events and tours, accommodations, and
tickets from $20.70 to $105.40 Canadian dollars (approximately $15.11 to $76.96
US dollars). orders@stratfordfestival.ca,
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This article appears in Jul 2-8, 2003.
