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October 13, 2010

"Chicago" Ends Ogunquit Season with a Bang

The Ogunquit Playhouse in Ogunquit, Maine is bringing a banner season to a close this fall with yet another crowd-pleasing musical, Chicago, performing now through October 24 at the 78-year-old seacoast landmark. Angie Schworer, George Dvorsky and cast of ChicagoThis high-energy, high-kicking production, which borrows its lean and mean staging from the long-running revival that is still heating up Broadway, features a very strong and personable cast that in some cases out perform their counterparts from the national tour that came through Boston a couple of years ago.

Most notable in that department is George Dvorsky as Billy Flynn, the fast-talking “mouthpiece” of a lawyer whose ability to razzle-dazzle juries and the press makes him the go-to guy in Prohibition Era Chicago for a bevy of beautiful murderesses potentially facing death row. Dvorsky slithers across the stage with a 100-watt smile and a neon twinkle in his eye, epitomizing the celebrity legal eagle who cares more about his own untarnished record of acquittals – and his $5000 fee – than he does about justice or the guilt or innocence of his clients. When he sings “All I Care about Is Love” surrounded by breathless and writhing chorus girls, you know he doesn’t mean it, but you buy his sound bite anyway. He’s that charming.

Billy’s biggest headline-grabbing star defendants du jour are the hard-bitten “veteran” double murderess Velma Kelly (a dynamic Rachelle Rak) Rachelle Rak and the cast of Chicagoand the newest media darling and challenger to Velma’s throne, Roxie Hart (the irresistible Angie Schworer). Together Rak and Schworer deliver a one-two punch that makes this production of Chicago really sizzle. Rak throws herself into her tour de force number “I Can’t Do It Alone” and leads a cohort of angry lady killers in an exhilarating “Cell Block Tango” (he had it coming). But it is Schworer who ultimately works her way into your heart by revealing the dashed dreams of a once naïve young wannabe who over time has replaced real warmth and sincerity with a cold heart and a superficially sweet veneer. When she takes the solo spot and delivers a sparkling “Roxie,” she uncannily evokes the vocals and the mischievous spirit of the role’s originator Gwen Verdon. She also exudes the confidence and sex appeal of Jane Krakowski, an actress she strongly resembles. Schworer is not the classically petite and innocent Roxie we have come to expect in Chicago, but she winningly makes the role her own.

Paul Kreppel as Roxie’s sad sack husband Amos fails to gain sympathy initially, angering too easily over his wife’s infidelity and relying too heavily on a Lou Costello impersonation to convey his feelings of rejection. Once he settles into his big solo “Mr. Cellophane,” however, he softens and taps into the comedy that makes Amos a lovable, if often invisible, lug.

Ivory McKay, Angie Schworer, Rod Roberts and the cast of Chicago Star billing for this production has gone to Sally Struthers as Matron “Mama” Morton, primarily because she is the most familiar name draw for this tourist-based audience, but also because she has proven to be a local favorite. She doesn’t disappoint, toying with men and women alike as she slowly makes her entrance down the aisle from the back of the house. She brings a Mae West swagger to her sexually charged “When You’re Good to Mama” and an ironic, deadpan humor to her very funny duet with Velma, “Class.” She also has a rich and resonant singing voice that harmonizes well with Rak’s powerful belt.

It is A. W. Marks as eternally optimistic reporter Mary Sunshine, however, who nearly steals the show with her exquisitely pure operatic soprano. She positively – well – shines in her big solo “A Little Bit of Good.” In stark contrast to the cynical, blood-lusting paparazzi who swarm the courthouse hungry for the next sensational murder or execution, Marks’ Sunshine eagerly latches onto the spin that Flynn throws her, making victims out of assailants and heroines out of cold-blooded killers. She is Flynn’s unwitting accomplice and biggest ace in the hole.

Direction by Gerry McIntyre is somewhat by-the-numbers, but his choreography is scintillating, especially since his corps of dancers is so lithe, exuberant and skilled. Fosse-like moves are full of irreverence and attitude. Rak and Schworer, especially, are compelling to watch.

Musical director Ken Clifton and his jazzy seven-piece band bring spark and personality to the classic Kander and Ebb score. Scott Anderson’s chic, body-hugging costumes look spectacular on the taut, toned, and 100% fat-free ensemble. Lighting by Richard Latta and sets collaboratively produced and coordinated by Joe Spratt and Geoff Dolan combine to suggest a seedy Chicago speakeasy where the macabre tale of Velma and Roxie is being performed as if it were a vaudeville. And that’s exactly the point of this enduring musical. Everything “Nowadays” is show biz.

PHOTOS COURTESY OF OGUNQUIT PLAYHOUSE: Angie Schworer as Roxie, George Dvorsky as Billy Flynn, and cast; Rachelle Rak as Velma and cast; Ivory McKay as the Judge/ensemble, Angie Schworer, and Rod Roberts as Sergeant Fogarty/ensemble


"Scoundrels" Guilty of Grand Theft Laughter at NSMT

Keep an eye on your family jewels if you have the good fortune to venture out to Beverly, Mass. between now and October 10D.B. Bonds and Brent Barrett in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels to see the North Shore Music Theatre’s raucous production of Jeffrey Lane and David Yazbek’s outrageous celebration of lying, cheating, scheming, and double-crossing, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. This very funny musical adaptation of the zany 1988 film about dueling con artists on the French Riviera earned 11 Tony Award nominations when it debuted on Broadway in 2005. Had it not opened the same season as blockbusters Light in the Piazza, The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, and the even more irreverent, star-studded juggernaut Spamalot (which went on to win the Tony for Best Musical that year), Scoundrels could have stolen a lot more attention – and acclaim.

NSMT has assembled a topnotch Broadway-credentialed cast that leaps headlong into the lunacy created when lowlife American grifter Freddy BensonD. B. Bonds as Freddy as Ruprecht (D. B. Bonds) stumbles upon the debonair Lawrence Jameson’s (Brent Barrett) elegant swindles and wants a piece of the lucrative action. At first repulsed then intrigued by the idea of teaming up with someone so “deliciously low,” Lawrence ultimately decides to take Freddy on as his protégé, teaching him how to dress, speak, eat and behave in polite society. When their egos get the better of them and they decide this town isn’t big enough for the both of them, they make a bet to see who can be the first to fleece naïve American heiress Christine Colgate (Brynn O’Malley) out of $50,000. The comedy escalates as the ruses Lawrence and Freddy invent to outdo each other become more and more preposterous.

As Lawrence Jameson, Broadway veteran Brent Barrett (Chicago, Phantom of the Opera, Kiss Me, Kate, Annie Get Your Gun) is as devilishly handsome as he is charming. He literally seduces wealthy and vulnerable society women with one hand while figuratively picking their pockets with the other. He combines an effortless sophistication with a child-like joy that even makes his unbridled egotism appealing. Add a velvet voice that makes David Yazbek’s score sound more potent and sincere than it ever did when sung by the role’s originator John Lithgow – or even his masterful Broadway replacement Jonathan Pryce – and you have a totally irresistible dirty rotten leading man.

Barrett’s magnetic attraction does shift the balance of the relationship between Lawrence and Freddy a bit, making this Dirty Rotten Scoundrels more about the jaded pro’s renewed interest in the game than the young upstart’s manic desire to acquire “Great Big Stuff.” Brynn O'Malley and D. B. BondsBut that’s really all to the good. It allows us to see Lawrence’s newly minted Pygmalion come back to life as he first instructs then is challenged by his budding Eliza. We also get to see the fondness these two unscrupulous con men develop for one another – albeit cloaked in delectably sadistic humor.

A commanding Lawrence also gives D. B. Bonds as Freddy the chance to flesh out subtler layers in his character than he did when he previously performed the role on the national tour a few seasons back. Here Bonds balances his moments of inspired comic madness with the heart of a crass uneducated street kid desperately seeking paternalistic approval. His hunger for fame and fortune is also very real and comes from a place of palpable deprivation. This complexity now makes his Freddy sympathetic and likable, which is essential if one is to believe that an innocent like Christine could fall for him and the ridiculous charade he foists upon her in his attempt to rob her blind.

As the dewy-eyed Christine, Brynn O’Malley is a perfectly lovable dupe. Perky, klutzy, adorable and just a wee bit dim, she easily enchants the two men who normally see women as nothing more than a means to an end. John Scherer and Lynne WinterstellerHer big moments don’t come until well into Act II, but she adds wonderful girl-next-door sincerity to the lovely ballad “Nothing Is Too Wonderful to Be True” and terrific zest to the side-splitting gospel-spoofing duet she has with Freddy, “Love Is My Legs.”

Lynne Wintersteller and John Scherer play lovelorn social misfits Muriel Eubanks, a rich American divorcee with too few meaningful hobbies and too much time on her hands, and Andre Thibault, Lawrence’s majordomo and sometime chief of police of Beaumont Sur Mer. They take what could be throwaway characters and turn them into a delightfully inept romantic couple who just may be able to stop living vicariously now that they have found each other. They sing and dance together divinely, and their deadpan comedy is a refreshing counterpoint to the insanity that is swirling around them.

As funny as the entire cast is, however, hands down the funniest twenty minutes of stage time goes to Broadway firecracker Jen Cody. This totally uninhibited ball of dynamite plays pistol-packing Oklahoma oil brat Jolene Oakes, and by the time she has finished her big number “Oklahoma?” the audience, like Lawrence Jameson, doesn’t know what hit ’em. With guns blazing and big hair flying, Cody terrifies the typically unflappable con man by heel kicking, lap dancing, and practically calf roping him into a redneck wedding. Director Mark Martino and choreographer Denis Jones add a brilliant touch by turning the singing and dancing chorus (straightforward Rodgers and Hammerstein cowboys in the Broadway production) into toothless trailer park couples replete with hair curlers and black and blue eyes. Insulting? Absolutely. Funny? Excrutiatingly so.

Jennifer Cody and Brent BarrettThe round stage at NSMT makes opulent scenery impossible, so one has to imagine as best one can the magnificent staircase, furniture, paintings and collectibles that ostensibly make Freddy drool when he first appears at Lawrence’s seaside villa. But clever staging helps to make up for the sparseness, and the tremendous slapstick agility of Barrett, Bonds and company create feasts enough for the eyes.

If you’re up for some good old-fashioned comic rough-housing interrupted by the occasional light tug of the heart, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is the show for you. Amidst all the mad mayhem, don’t be surprised if you find that a little bit of “Love Sneaks In.”

PHOTOS by Paul Lyden: D. B. Bonds as Freddy Benson, Brent Barrett as Lawrence Jameson; D. B. Bonds as Freddy as Ruprecht; Brynn O’Malley as Christine, D. B. Bonds; John Scherer as Andre Thibault, Lynne Wintersteller as Muriel Eubanks; Jennifer Cody as Jolene Oakes, Brent Barrett


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