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Wicked Opens March 14

Runs through April 8

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“It’s not about aptitude; it’s the way you’re viewed,” sings the Good Witch Glinda to Elphaba, the nascent Wicked Witch of the West. “So it’s very shrewd to be very very popular.” Glinda may as well be singing about her Tony Award–winning, box-office-smashing musical as it flies into town for the third time—although it’s shrewd with aptitude—and very very popular with Portland audiences, which means its also shrewd to get tickets soon.

Wicked recounts the formative days of Elphaba, an ostracized girl from Munchkinland with emerald-green skin, and her frenemy, the popular, blonde Glinda. The story sets the stage for Dorothy’s arrival from Kansas, and includes nods to well-known scenes and dialogue from The Wizard of Oz. Turns out the story as Dorothy learns it was all spin and misunderstanding.

Tue–Sat at 7:30; Sat at 2; Sun at 1 & 6:30. Starting at $51.25. Keller Auditorium, 222 SW Clay St. 503-248-4335. pcpa.com

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Review: West Side Story

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We all know the story: Maria and Tony love each other, the Sharks and the Jets hate each other, and it all culminates (like the Shakespearean tragedy it reprises) in a handful of regrettable deaths. Yet remarkably, this Romeo & Juliet redux has maintained its popularity for half a century, thanks in large part to its glorious Bernstein/Sondheim songbook that people literally still sing all the time. Girls named Maria are frequently regaled with their namesake song “Maria,” “There’s a Place for Us” remains a standing anthem for a legion of misfits, and “One Hand, One Heart” is practically as common as Canon in D at weddings. (And let’s not overlook the occasional embarrassment of hearing a primping woman burst into “I Feel Pretty.”) On merit of the material’s popularity alone, this year’s Broadway production of West Side is sure to hammer the heartstrings.

That said, there’s room for improvement, thanks in large part to a recent production of Billy Elliot upsetting the Broadway bell-curve. Where Elliot tore into the politcally-relevant topics of gay pride and labor dispute with razor-sharp political teeth, West Side doesn’t hook into its parallel opportunity to address the immigration debate with quite the same veracity. The choice to go with the bilingual 90’s rewrite of the original script is a step in the right direction, legitimizing the Puerto Rican characters as realistic Spanish-speakers, but under-enunciation in both languages ultimately compromises Sondheim’s witty political commentary, especially during critical number “America,” while arcane 50’s gee-whiz vernacular is delivered sans modern spit, keeping the narrative firmly rooted in a bygone time and place. Maria’s “I can kill now because I hate now” is the sole line that pierces through the quaintness of the past with heart-stopping significance.

Realistic casting has always been a stumbling block for Story; famously saddled with the challenge of presenting “gangsters” who also gracefully jazz-dance, the play delivers more of the latter than the former. Lead Jets Riff (Drew Foster) and Tony (Ross Lekites) could borrow a little more attack from the world-class 10-year-olds who did Elliot ‘s “angry dance,” or from their pugnacious costar Action (Jon Drake). Lead Shark Bernardo (German Santiago), however, brings plenty of fuego to his gang, and ensemble Jets numbers (especially the sans-Riff “Officer Krupke”) are refreshingly ragtag. Anyway, the implausibility of dancing gangsters is arguably part of West Side’s kitschy fun, even lampooned in the late 90s by a few winking GAP ads.

While the cast’s synchronized snapping mostly remains tongue-in-cheek, scenic designer James Youman’s sets are seriously stunning and realistic. Drenched in sunset mauves, crisscrossed with chainlink, bars and bridges, they pop with a presence that feels as much Eastside industrial Portland, as West Side New York. It becomes relatively easy to imagine the Jets and Sharks rumbling right under the Morrison Bridge, somewhere in the concrete badlands around the Montage—with varying gangster intensity, but a unified devotion to these timeless, treasured songs.

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Review: Mamma Mia

5 carefully chosen words for a musical that’s obviously found its audience.

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Last night, Broadway’s Mamma Mia showed 2900 or so people a nice time. It even earned the now seemingly standard “Portland standing O.” And of course the story’s mother-daughter dynamics reminded me of my own dear mamma, whose conflicting teachings now put me in a twist. On one hand, you should always tell the truth. On the other hand, if you don’t have something nice to say—you shouldn’t say anything at all. The last thing I want to do is ruin someone else’s good time, but heaven forbid I give false praise. Let me behave, then, as I would at the dinner table with a favorite aunt, glossing over the production’s many fallen hems to observe a few general pleasantries that are indisputably true. While buttering a roll, I could safely say:

Accessible
The humor is incredibly broad, and slathered in very simple puns and pantomimes. The costumes (with the exception of a few purple wet-suits and a trio of disco-fab pantsuits) are mostly the stuff of back-to-school shopping. At one point “Napoleon Dynamite”-style dancing draws a gale of giggles. At another point, a silly Australian guy mimes the moves of a charging bull. Girls—and older “gals”—shriek at each other with giddy glee. The songs, obviously, you already know from ABBA, so the moment an actor pronounces the first word from a popular tune, the crowd roars its approval. Everybody “gets” this. What’s not to get?

Energetic
The four leading ladies in this play all exude a lot of energy. And I quite enjoy the two silly sidekicks—Blondie and Redhead. Aren’t they fun?

Cute
It’s cute when grown women behave girlishly. It’s cute when everything works out in the end. And both leading brunettes are indisputably cute—though at moments I’d say the mother character crosses over into “fierce,” don’t you think?

Musical
There are songs in this. Songy song songs. Songs you know, being sung and danced-to. Some of your favorites, no doubt. A few are performed powerfully, like “The Winner Takes It All.” Many more feauture lovely vocal harmonies. The man who plays Harry (the English suitor) has an unexpectedly pretty tenor. I’d say he sounds almost like Paul Simon!

Kitschy
The aforementioned white satin disco togs and purple wetsuits insinuate a kitsch factor, but—you know—it’s simple; not over-the-top. Where Billy Elliot rolled out the full tinsel curtain for its kitsch scenes, Mamma Mia remains much more contained. I don’t want to say “underwhelming,” because that doesn’t sound nice, but, y’know. Moderate.

In short, if you already love ABBA, silliness, and “girl power” style plots, you’ll probably have a nice time at this musical, as will your like-minded mothers, sisters, and daughters. I, meanwhile, must sip some water, lest unspoken critiques burn a hole in my tongue.

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Review: Mary Poppins

5 magic moments, 5 child-pleasers
…and a caution to Poppins purists.

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Broadway’s Mary Poppins strikes a “greater than, less than” pose.

BROADWAY BUFFS, TAKE CHEER!

Broadway’s Mary Poppins has an awful lot to offer audiences. It’s a visual stunner and a song-and-dance sensation, and Stephanie Lee does a flawless incarnation of Julie Andrews’ Mary. Culturephile’s child consultant, 7-year-old Lily, was appropriately wowed. Below are a few touches that left a big beautiful impression.

GENERAL STAGE MAGIC
Breathtaking backdrops
The sets in Mary Poppins are nothing short of resplendent, dazzling, disorienting—and their impact can hardly be overstated. They’re like a Rose Parade float wrapped in a ribbon of starlight. They’re like a cathedral cupola that rains soot clouds and flowers. Their forced-perspective designs will pull you in like a magnet, and tilt your head helplessly skyward like an alien abductee. These sets are so stunningly stimulating, the action could almost be an afterthought.

Mary flying
In the first scene, there’s a fakeout: A tiny, tacky light is swept across the stage to symbolize Mary’s flight. But don’t worry: before the production’s over, Ms. Poppins flies on actual wires at least twice, and completely sells the maneuver as flight.

Bert dancing on the ceiling
Now, this is a piece of stage-craft that borders on witchcraft. I still don’t really know how they did it: At the height of the chimney-sweep dance-a-thon “Step In Time,” Bert takes a tippety-tappety stroll—up the right side of the proscenium arch, and then strides upside down into the center of it. Dangling heels-over-head like a bat, he does a sprightly little tap dance. Kids are inevitably amused, but adults who appreciate logistics and design will quietly mutter, “How the…/ What the….?”

The reverse-gravity banister
Like the above example, this stage moment is meant to show the character’s magical powers, but is an equal testament to the set designer’s. While simply leaning on a banister, Mary is swept to the top of the staircase, spit-spot.

The giant umbrella
Three quarters of the way through the production, heads up for a slowly rotating, glowing violet umbrella the size of the sky. Don’t question it; just surrender to the mother ship.

PARTICULAR CHILD PLEASERS
A child-centric story
With their expressive voices and pantomime, Jane and Michael Banks stand in the spot where every boy or girl would like to be: under the all-encompassing umbrella of a magical nanny. Audience kids live vicariously through these two, making the magical moments feel more “real.”

Animals and statues springing to life
Our Child Consultant Lily was instantly enamored by the talking, dancing statuary that replace animated penguins in the “Jolly Holiday” scene. With sculpted, marbled bodysuits and tastefully-placed fig leaves, they convincingly resemble “real” statues. Meanwhile, a well-groomed little gray dog in pigtails (which, in fantasy scenes, morphs into technicolor—pink? green?) seems so lifelike, it feels rude to assume that he’s a puppet. Let’s just pretend he’s real.

Brightly colored, cartoonish costumes
Poppins, the children, and the mother are outfitted to a tee, with Mary’s color pallet seemingly punched up a little for the stage. The people who sing “Supercalifragilisticexpealidocious” are cartoonishly clad, mirroring their actual cartoon counterparts in the movie. Bobbing tassels, springy bustles, and buoyant hair are everywhere, and Lily liked it.

Chimney-sweep chaos
It’s fun to jump on the bed. It’s fun to dirty the floor and break the furniture. It’s dangerous, it makes adults angry, and the fun is fleeting—but it’s fun. This feeling is nicely evoked by the filthy-dirty chimney sweeps, who invade the Banks’ stately home for a raucous romp during “Step In Time.” Like it or not, children revel in consequence-free anarchy, so the chimney sweeps swoop in for an easy win.

Realistic kite-flying
Making good on the sung suggestion to “go fly a kite and send it soaring,” the banks children fly a kite in the park, alongside a flock of others on wires thin enough to suspend disbelief. This is one of the only activities in the play that young kids can actually go home and imitate, which makes it charming.

Warning: only avid Poppins people, theatrical sticklers and philosophy wonks, should read beyond this point. All others, go get your tickets.
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Still here? Very well. Don’t say we didn’t warn you:

POPPINS PURISTS, BEWARE!

We hate to invoke “ain’t broke, don’t fix,” but it really applies here. At the inception of this Broadway adaptation, the 1964 film Mary Poppins had already flourished for 40-some years—a testament that it was not only " not broke," but “practically perfect in every way.” However, where recent local productions like PCS’s A Christmas Story have seamlessly transferred film content to the stage, this piece deviates from its film in some significant ways. Card-carrying, song-singing Poppins-heads who use the film as their baseline, should brace themselves for a few shocks:

Non-original songs
Trotting out new numbers and throwing out original film songs, this Mary Poppins has changed her tune…significantly. Most of George Banks’ self-righteous vocab-building rants (“The Life I Lead” and “Fidelity Fiduciary Bank”) are folded into a dumbed-down amalgamation called “Precision.” Meanwhile, the brilliant reverse-psychology lullabye “Stay Awake” is put to bed completely, and “Fly A Kite’s” waltz companion “I Love To Laugh” is also stifled. “Sister Suffragette” ‘s battle cry is nixed for a victimish new swan-song called “Being Mrs. Banks.” Meanwhile, reward-promoting “Spoonful of Sugar” is offset by a punishment-pushing new dirge, “Brimstone and Treacle.” Why, Disney? Problems at the licensing office? Input from a challenge-averse focus group? If this is an attempted “improvement” on the original songbook, it’s an inevitable failure.

The addition of a “witch”
You tell us: Is it okay that Mary Poppins now battles a rival nanny (played expertly by Q. Smith), and prevails by locking the evil Black character into a giant cage and making her disappear? We want to understand that the character of Miss Andrew is exhumed from the 1934 original book series, and literary buffs might find merit in this “back to the source” approach. We also want to credit the casting choice to Smith’s powerful talent. Nevertheless, the scene feels out of character for the Mary we know, and downright inflammatory in its antique British setting with undertones of classism and empire. Perhaps Maya Angelou would like to weigh in on why this caged bird sings?

Bert’s inconsistent accent
Billy Elliot spoiled us. After hearing its pitch-perfect Northern UK accents last month, we assumed that modern Broadway had dialect on lock. Imagine our dismay upon hearing Bert (Nicholas Dromard), the play’s narrator and male lead, flipflop between cockney, posh, Irish and American with each new quip and note. (Picky? Perhaps. Pervasive? Completely. As they’d say in England, “Get it sorted.”) To be fair, the guy has a lot of other business to attend to, and he’s generally charming and coordinated in his role.

Vengeful toys
In this version, the toys come to life (a la Portland Opera’s recent L’Enfent) to chastise the children. We’re told that they’re mad about being thrown around, and they’re not going to take it anymore—nevertheless, the scene goes largely unresolved. The toys, several of which are stuffed muslin monstrosities that don’t closely resemble animals or dolls, just bob around looking bizarre and creepy.

A significant shift in tone and hue
The Poppins film’s enduring popularity hangs on a couple perennial themes: Parents shouldn’t allow their adulthood to be a barrier to bonding with their children. (Mr. Banks, go fly a kite.) Middle-class bourgeois kids become more well-rounded when they get out of the house and interact with all types of people (in this case, chimney sweeps, street painters and bird-feeding bag-ladies). Adventure is easily accessed through imagination and the power of words (“supercalifragi…,” and others), and mundane tasks are easily sweetened by a good attitude (the symbolic “spoonful of sugar.”) This Cameron Mackintosh adaptation, however, weighs so heavily on pop-psych themes of family dysfunction and nature vs. nurture, that the New York Times referred to Mary as “The Meddler on The Roof” and compared her to Dr. Phil.

George Banks, we’re repeatedly told, is a grumpypants because he was raised too sternly. His broken spirit is only avenged when Mary locks his old nanny in a cage (never mind how she was raised). Mrs. Banks, meanwhile, is a tragically underappreciated trophy-wife, and her blame and shame also roll downhill onto the kids. Sure, these problems are neatly resolved by curtain, but not merely through Mary’s coy cajoling and good example—only with the help of a couple hellfire-and-brimstone (ahem, black-and-white) showdowns. Victims must be vindicated seems to trump Let’s all find ways to get along.

Poppins purists, draw deep from your well of Julie-Andrews-inspired polite forbearance, to indulge this production’s shortcomings. Do it for the children. But then sit them down in front of the ’64 original four or five times. A few spoonfuls of the old sugar should help the new melodrama go down.

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Review: Ten Reasons To See Billy Elliot

This tap-dancing, tear-jerking Broadway favorite has a lot going for it.

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The Civics Lesson
Billy Elliot was inspired by the actual UK miners’ strike of 1984, but just so happens to be touring in 2011, as Wisconsin state workers’ unions find themselves under threat and in the news. It’s a case of life-imitates-art-imitates-life, ad infinitum, and hence makes a handy entry point for a conversation with your kids about current events.

Tap Dance and Jump Rope
…together at last! They make it look easy while singing a number called—what else?—“Born to Boogie.”

The Older Gals
Billy Elliot’s Granny basically has one moment to shine—literally, as she reveals a pink sequined dress under her housecoat, and sings of her torrid love affair with Billy’s granddad, a handsome dancin’ nogoodnik whom she loved best when they both were drunk. (This waltz is musically one of the prettiest pieces, and the choreography of the cadre of handsome men who represent granddad’s old crew, is classically “Fosse.”) Meanwhile, Faith Prince as dance teacher Mrs. Wilkinson inspires both love and fear—no small feat while dancing up a storm in shreikingly loud legwarmers.

Dancing Dresses
Billy’s got a cross-dressing buddy Michael, who, during the course of the story, helps us grasp the finer distinctions between loving to dance, and being a “poof.” But boy, can that little guy get down. In the highest point of hilarity, a number titled “Express Yourself,” Michael explains in song why he loves to wear dresses, coaxes Billy into a few choice frocks, and sashays around the stage as backup dancers, dressed as giant empty dresses, form a kickline against a shimmering wall of tinsel. Hey, Michael: The Scissor Sisters want their stage act back.

The Dialect Coach
These people speak in a Northern English accent—but don’t worry, it sounds “spot-on” enough that all but the stodgiest linguists will quickly forget it’s affected.

The Inevitable Tear-Jerk
Billy’s mom is dead the whole show, and we don’t really know why. But when she returns in ghost form to embrace him and offer words of encouragement, your mascara doesn’t stand a chance. The real-life mother and son seated on Culturephile’s left, were clinging to each other for dear life. If you’re a softie for hard-nosed old codgers trying to change their ways, Billy’s dad will get to you, too. And if a “whole town rallies behind one guy” scenario opens your floodgates—well, this play has that too. Bring a tissue, ’cause your ducts will meet their doom.

B-boy Billy?!
Rest assured, no matter which night you go, you’re gonna get a great Billy. All four of the boys tapped for this role are Broadway-worthy little pro’s, and fourteen-year-old Aussie Daniel Russell proved as much on Wednesday by earning a standing O. That said, there’s one Billy in the bunch who may bring a little extra “flava”—Californian breakdance-trained Lex Ishimoto. Program notes reveal that Ishimoto dances some scenes differently from the other three Billys, so if you happen to catch him, you might see some especially fresh moves.

The “Angry Dance”
The “angry dance,” love or hate it, has taken on a life of its own, spoofed by myriad comedy shows and defined by modern critics as a trope. Some cite Footloose, Breakfast Club and Hedwig, but almost all acknowledge Billy Elliot as a prime example of the form. In a bid to defend its notoriety, this production pulls out the stops. Young Billy rails against a British Coal boxcar, karate-kicks through a salvo of strobe lights, stumbles amid billows of smoke, and finally throws himself at an advancing row of riot cops. Beat that, Kevin Bacon.

Dad’s Song
One look at Rich Hebert, with his salt-and-pepper buzz-cut and gruff demeanor, tells you why he’s held a host of roles as a TV cop. And he spends most of the play in that mode: yelling at Billy and jostling around with fellow strikers in the union hall. But after too many beers at a union Christmas party, the plainspoken patriarch suddenly turns misty-eyed poet, singing about his descent into the mines, and his wife’s later retreat into the grave. On a par with Andy Griffith’s front-porch serenades and Archie Bunker’s revealing rants, Hebert’s performance delivers the wrenching catharsis of watching a tough dad crack.

A Conflicted Victory
It shouldn’t come as any surprise that Billy Elliot has a happy ending, with young Billy earning the chance to pursue his dancin’ dreams in the big wide world. That said, his goodbye is not completely cut-and-dry, as the family Billy leaves behind continues to pursue a dying trade in a struggling town. “There’s f*ck-all here for ya, Billy,” says his teacher, advising him to go forward and not look back. As he does so, we feel not only his giddy anticipation, but also the poignant pangs of his family’s sacrifice.

Billy Elliot will be at the Keller Auditorium through April 17. For more about Portland arts events, visit PoMo’s Arts & Entertainment Calendar, stream content with an RSS feed, or sign up for our weekly On The Town Newsletter!

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Review: Mars on Life—Live!

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Susannah Mars’ Christmas revue is as perennial as a poinsettia, as flashy as a sequined sweater, as varied as a See’s sampler, and as delightfully dorky as…your mom.

Just in case this last comparison could possibly escape you, Susannah uses the word “crafternoon,” and centers roughly half of her set around family and food. She sings equal praises to Christmas cookies and Hanukkuh latkes, but to keep it from getting too sweet (or too oily), she intersperses playfully snide memories about her own family, and even dishes a little about her famous actor father. “Here’s my dad, and next to him would be his girlfriend—and depending on the year, that person would always be different!” she quips. “Norman Rockwell said, ‘I paint life as I would like it to be.’ So folks—lower your expectations for the holidays.”

Mars is the consummate live performer. Though she runs the show, leading one to naturally assume that it’s all about her, she checks in so often with the audience, you soon realize it’s all about you. In her brassy Broadway way, this mom is there to serve.

Mars’ mid-show “baking” vignette would make Lucille Ball proud. Miming to elevator music with an affected 50s-housewife grace, Mars follows baking instructions from a forcefully pleasant voice-over. “Blend in,” demands the comically cryptic voice.“This, plus this, makes this!” Mars muddles through the motions with a saccharine smile, but eventually abandons the project in favor of a paralyzingly strong cocktail and an under-the-counter “nap.”

This is the darkest humor in a show that is mostly, in a word, nice. Mars’ nimble voice and agile two-stepping, as well as a tastefully groovy live band, keep the overall mood merry and bright, while guests like the Portland Gay Men’s chorus and star Broadway tenor Douglas Webster, put a few peaks in the meringue.

And now, some intermission commentary from Mars’ devotees:

“Isn’t she hilarious?”
“She changed it this year; I don’t remember what it was before.”
“She has a fabulous voice, and great comic gestures. She really brings the crowd in.”
“If that were me up there, my feet would be sweating…every part of me would be sweating….”
“She’s good. She’s funny. I’m enjoying it.”

Mars On Life—Live is at Artists Rep through December 19. For a more comprehensive list of events, visit PoMo’s Arts & Entertainment Calendar!

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