We’ve all been there. We’re facing a landmark birthday and our BFF is on a new path and our significant other has expectations and we’re staring down a crossroads riddled with self-doubt, anticipation, enthusiasm, and fear. What are you supposed to do? What should you do? Is it ever too late?
That’s the essence of Tick, Tick…BOOM! magnificently performed at Shea’s Smith Theatre by Second Generation Theatre. It’s a three hander with a lot going on. With Sean Ryan as Jon, Leah Berst, and Joe Russi play multiple roles in the life of this aspiring composer who is facing down the days leading up to his 30th birthday. Created by the late Jonathan Larson, it’s semi-autobiographical and wasn’t fully staged until after his way-to-early death at age 36, the day before his seminal work Rent was to open off-Broadway.
Jon is plugging away, getting ready to workshop his latest work. His girlfriend Susan is a dancer who is teaching ballet on the side. His best bud Michael, after trying his hand at acting, is a marketing executive with a BMW, fancy new digs, a corporate wardrobe and apparently few regrets about leaving the stage behind. Berst is also Jon’s mom, his agent, Karessa the ingenue in his workshop, making minor wardrobe and prop switches to emphasize her character changes. It’s her force of personality, command of her voice, and body language that put us there, though. It’s breathtaking. Equally powerful is Russi’s flexes from slick business guy to the deli clerk, and Jon’s pipe smoking dad.
Whew. Everything about the production is spot on. I couldn’t imagine a better SGT-selected cast. Ryan commands the stage, cleverly designed by Chris Cavanagh to suggest Jon’s less grand SoHo apartment, the subway, his buddy Michael’s uptown place, other places. It takes some theatre of the mind to get there, but the storytelling is so vivid, your mind’s eye doesn’t have to struggle. The score is a winner: standouts are “Therapy,” a Jon and Susan duet as they gently explore the minefield of a dysfunctional relationship. It’s comic, and charming, and sad all at the same time; “30/90,” Jon’s ruminations on his impending birthday, Michael’s “Real Life” reflection on the choices he made that are working for him; Karessa the ingenue’s “Come To Your Senses” ballad; and Jon’s “Why” as he reflects on choices. Music director Joe Isgar and his quartet play the dickens out of this powerful music. Lou Colaiacovo’s direction makes great use of the two tier stage and the storytellers upon it.
Can I say it again? Whew. There’s more going on with this story, but I’m not about the spoil it for you. Just see it. And book your tickets now. This is the show to see as the theatre season is winding down.
Tick, Tick…BOOM! is performed in one glorious, 90-minute act. Fill your sippy cup in the lobby before you go in and then hunker in for one heck of a ride. Get tickets at www.sheas.org.
Buffalo Rising takes you behind the scenes of EVERY BRILLIANT THING starring Kevin Craig. Director Charmagne Chi sits down with Kevin and they talk about… well, brilliant things!
EVERY BRILLIANT THING runs March 3-19 @ the Shea’s Smith Theatre.
When composer Jason Robert Brown debuted “Songs for a New World” in 1995, that title must have rung out like a battle cry for the courageously optimistic.
This collection of 19 compositions is thematically linked not by story, but by the shared tendrils of anticipation. Each song is decidedly set before a great decision or dramatic leap. And the work seems an apt metaphor for the author. “New World” was Brown’s first musical (though “song cycle” is a better descriptor). Taken as a whole, the show boils over with the excitement of an artist on the verge of success.
Brian Brown belts out a number in “Songs for a New World” for Second Generation Theatre. Photo by Mark Duggan
Second Generation Theatre’s decision to mount the 26-year-old work as a streaming production over the summer seemed one of logistical necessity. With a cast of four and virtually no set requirement, the piece lends itself to flexible staging. Though I can’t help but imagine the young company programming the show with a subversive wink. The “new world” Brown was heralding never quite came to be, and in the midst of a pandemic, that subtext reads loud and clear.
I didn’t see the filmed production, but from screenshots I can understand how the experience might have worked – by bringing quarantined audiences to locations around Buffalo and letting Brown’s compositions serve as a balm for the artistically starved. What’s wonderful about director Amy Jakiel’s in-person revival of “New World,” now onstage in Shea’s Smith Theatre, is how it maintains some of that cinematic flair and declares itself as defiantly theatrical in the face of continued uncertainty.
This is an intimate production – audience and performer are in close proximity – though by design it’s a journey through isolation. Each song prioritizes introspection as the characters face hurdles ranging from literal manifestation (a wide-eyed explorer on the deck of a ship bound for the Americas) to absurdist melodrama (Mrs. Claus gathering strength to leave her jolly husband). Jakiel doesn’t complicate things with the staging. There are little bits of choreography, but mostly the actors plant themselves and sing. Even so, she evokes the contours of a smoky bar, a Manhattan penthouse and a city street. (Televisions on set, displaying photographs from the filmed version’s various locations, help with this.)
As a composer, Brown seems to be both borrowing from the past masters, and reaching toward something new. I’m reminded of Sondheim, most specifically “Company,” with its balance of cynical patter and heartfelt balladry. But “New World” also anticipates a wave of pop-rock fare – including such titles as “Spring Awakening,” “Next to Normal” and Brown’s own “The Last Five Years” – that would dominate Broadway in the early 2000’s.
Though the songs aren’t connected by narrative, this cast’s four distinct singers become familiar characters, the unique quality of each voice serving to anchor the audience. Brian Brown is acrobatic, showstopping in his solos. Michele Marie Roberts turns her numbers into raucous comedy routines before belting out the final notes. Singing as a couple reuniting after a separation, Genevieve Ellis and Steve Copps reveal that their secret weapon as vocalists is heartbreaking sincerity.
As with that duet, the songs that tell a full story are the most compelling. Your enjoyment will depend on how much singing you can stomach, since there’s virtually no dialogue. But regardless of taste, anyone can marvel at this technically flawless production, backed by a five-piece band that does great justice to a modern classic. When all four performers share the stage with one another, blending voices, this new world is exactly what Brown imagined it could be: harmonious.
Review
“Songs for a New World”
4 stars (out of 4)
Presented by Second Generation Theatre through Nov. 14 at Shea’s Smith Theatre, 658 Main St. Performances are 7:30 p.m. Thursdays and Fridays, 2 and 8 p.m. Saturdays and 2 p.m. Sundays. No performances Nov. 4-7. Tickets are $30 general, $25 seniors and $15 students (847-0850 and online at Second Generation Theatre).
Second Generation Theatre is thrilled to announce our 2020-2021 Shea’s Smith Season:
Constellations
October 16-November 1, 2020
Starring SGT Executive Director Kristin Bentley and Ben Michael Moran this spellbinding romantic journey begins with a simple encounter between a man and a woman. What happens next defies the boundaries of the world we think we know, delving into the infinite possibilities of their relationship and raising questions about the difference between choice and destiny. This will be Michael Wachowiak‘s directorial debut for SGT.
Songs for a New World
February 5-21, 2021
This contemporary song cycle directed by Amy Jakiel is the first musical from Tony award-winning composer Jason Robert Brown. Fueled by a small, yet powerful cast led by Michele Marie Roberts, Songs for a New World transports us throughout the last century with effortless ease and nothing but music to guide us. Full of stories that examine life, love, and the timelessness of self-discovery, this production is a joyful celebration of the stories we weave.
The Secret Garden
May 21-June 6, 2021
Directed by Doug Zschiegner, this vibrant musical follows the journey of Mary Lennox, a child orphaned in India and sent to live with her hermit uncle in England. In a house full of memories, The Secret Garden shows us how life and love can always prevail. Based on the classic novel by Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden is a perfect family show.
BUFFALO, N.Y. (WKBW-TV) — Max Goldhirsch was a typical 11 year-old until he auditioned for a part in a show. He wowed the director and landed a part in the Second Generation Theatre Company production of “Nine”, now playing at Shea’s Smith Theatre.
Max says he had performed in school shows but this was his first professional role. About his fellow cast members who are all adults and mostly female he adds “I love working with these people because it makes me so excited about how theatre is supposed to be”.
Kelly Copps, Second Generation’s Artistic Director and a member of the cast says that Max’s performance brings tears to the cast members eyes “he sounds like a little angel.”
When I began my career as a drama critic, I was mindful of several maxims.
Critique what you see, not what you wish you could be seeing
Be open to new experiences
Be aware of the rest of the audience, but be mentally independent of them
A critic who loses a love of the art is obsolete
Blossom Cohan, late great publicist for the old Studio Arena Theatre warned me that “Critics eventually become jaded!”
Blossom was seldom wrong, but that hasn’t happened to me. Tears still stream down my face during moments of theatrical beauty – tragic or comic. Even seeing a downright turkey does not feel like a waste of my time; I love the theater and theatrical disasters intrigue me. I still love to be amazed, or challenged, or disturbed in the theater. I love original, even outrageous takes on familiar plays.
I am having a very good week.
It seems clear to me that Buffalo Theater is enjoying a Golden Age. The offerings are abundant and generally of excellent quality. (Okay, it could be more diverse, but that means we have room to grow and the best is yet to come!)
This week we saw a brilliant rendering of Joe Orton’s 1964 classic, Entertaining Mr. Sloane at Irish Classical; a disturbing and polarizing new play by Gordon Farrell, Girls Who Walked on Glass, staged as an immersive experience at Alleyway; The Seat Next to the King, an insightful Canadian play about American gay politics at New Phoenix; A Time to Kill, a racially charged courtroom drama at a suburban dinner theater; and finally, Second Generation Theatre’s fresh and irresistible production of Nine, a musical adaptation of Federico Fellini’s film, 8 ½ .
In recent months we’ve seen Ujima inaugurate a fabulous new space on the West Side with a brilliant production of Passing Strange; not to mention Road Less Traveled after being tossed about, moving into a marvelous new theater downtown, and the transitions of theaters from founding leadership to their next chapter. All that, and the dust has barely settled on MusicalFare’s astonishingly wonderful staging of Fun Home, and our summer of Shakespeare in Delaware Park is set to kick off with The Tempest.
Today, I am thinking about Nine, a show with which I am well familiar, produced by a company with a name that reflects the gradual growth of Buffalo’s theater community across generations.
NINE at Second Generation Theatre
I have seen Nine about 30 times, including the original Broadway production and the 2003 revival.
Oddly, I also have a solid background in that era of Italian Cinema when Fellini, Pier Paolo Pasolini, Bernardo Bertolucci, Vittorio De Sica, Roberto Rossellini, Michelangelo Antonioni, and Luchino Visconti were all working simultaneously. In fact, when I arrived in Buffalo in 1981, I was coming directly from Rome, where I had been studying Italian cinema; poking around Cinecittà Studios; spending time at the late Pasolini’s amazing house where his sister hosted us; on the set of Liliana Cavani’s film, La pelle, and hanging out with Bernardo Bertolucci’s brother, filmmaker Giuseppe Bertolucci, who had just finished making Oggetti smarriti, and who winced when people referred to “Bertolucci,” and meant his brother.
When Nine opened on Broadway in 1982, I was very conscious of the show’s roots in Italian cinema and had even had a brush with Mario Fratti, author of the original book which moved the action of 8 ½ to a spa in Venice against the backdrop of the filming of Fellini’s Casanova. (His friend Katharine Hepburn intervened with Fellini personally to secure rights for a musical adaptation by Fratti and Maury Yeston. Eventually Arthur Kopit would write a new book).
Of all the filmmakers of the period, Fellini was the least consciously political, and therefore, ironically, the most traditional. In other words, he was the most prone to support middle class Italian values, including traditional gender roles. Having spent his formative years in the fascist era, experiences reflected in his film, Amarcord, complicated this.
Elements of Fellini that made 8 ½ particularly fertile source material for Broadway include the blurring of (and tension between) illusion and reality, innocence and experience, history and myth in his work. In addition, the infantile dilemma of a man whose body’s clearing forty as his mind is nearing ten taps into Fellini’s nostalgia for childhood and the oft celebrated phenomenon of perpetual adolescence among Italian men, which in turn, links to the fetishizing of unattainable women. Nowhere do cultures privilege the mother/son relationship more powerfully than in the Roman Catholic countries of the Mediterranean! All this fetishizing, privileging, marginalizing, and categorizing of women creates myriad confusion and fodder for Fellini who revels in the relations but never probes their complexities too deeply.
It was director Tommy Tune who conceived of the idea to surround Guido with women in the musical. With Guido as the hub, women radiate out and revolve around him like spokes on a wheel. Women motivate every scene of the plot.
The structure of the show is simple. Great film director Guido Contini has signed a contract to make a film but has reached a moment of artistic stagnation. His inability to fulfill this film contract is mirrored by his inability to fulfill his marriage contract; he is inattentive and unfaithful. In the opening scene, his wife, Luisa, here played by Aimee Walker, suggests that they should divorce.
Guido’s attempts at Freudian self-examination never manage to be more than superficial. He is too self-absorbed to see past himself. In a naïve gesture, he decides to go to a spa in Venice with Luisa to rejuvenate both his creativity and his marriage. Naturally, the two objectives become blurred and pull Guido apart. (If you didn’t want to be recognized, asks Luisa, why didn’t we go to a spa that is less well known?)
Guido’s world descends upon the Venetian spa, both physically and through his memories, one woman at a time.
Carla, his girlfriend arrives, played by Kelly Copps, intent on divorcing her husband and marrying Guido. Liliane La Fleur, his producer arrives, played by Lisa Ludwig, determined to extract a script from the struggling director. Claudia, the star of his previous films and his muse, arrives, played by Arianne Davidow.
In the realm of memory, Guido’s mind is invaded by thoughts of Saraghina, a hedonistic woman who initiated the boys at Saint Sebastian School into the idea of sex, played by Nicole Cimato; and by his mother, the middle-class embodiment of the Blessed Mother, played by Mary Gjurich.
Each woman is introduced in a musical episode. These begin as large and theatrical, before leading up to the hauntingly melodious and dramatically powerful songs of Act II.
Designed by Chris Cavanagh, the set for this production is a handsome playing area with symmetrical classical lines that can be a spa bath or a Folies Bergère stage. The Smith Theatre is a wide and arguably awkward arena for a large musical, and to be frank, Nine does not fit here as neatly as Second Generation’s previous show, Big Fish, did. While the show plays outward, as if through a proscenium, the audience hugs around to the sides, meaning some seats are certainly better than others. Still, in such an intimate setting, none is exactly bad. I was situated perfectly. The symmetry of the setting clearly establishes that every number is sung by or to Guido, and that the stage is a frame for his life and (to quote the lyrics) a tale of sound and fury that some idiot went and told.
The production, under the direction of Victoria Perez, with choreography by Lauren Alaimo, and music direction by Allan Paglia, establishes its bold theatricality immediately. The rising momentum through the opening sequence is thrilling, and when it finally comes to its climax, the robust applause reminded me of similar coups de théâtre at Second Generation Theatre in shows like Into the Woods, Light in the Piazza and Big Fish. This company always tries to project the feeling that you are present at something very special, as if each individual show is a singular gift. As a result, quibbling over the details can seem knit picky. The general gesture of the show is, inarguably, sublime, if not without minor and forgivable stumbles.
The opening staging, choreographed elegantly by Alaimo, tosses Guido, played by Ben Michael Moran, through space like a doll, and deploys the women like shifting patterns of human lace, an effect augmented by Lise Harty’s excellent costumes. Beginning with the wordless “Overture Delle Donne” sung by the female company, the sequence leads into the expository “Not Since Chaplin,” and finally, explodes into “Guido’s Song,” establishing the star status of Guido, and in this case, of Ben Michael Moran, personally.
Ben Michael Moran.
Moran is a powerhouse: charismatic, energetic, and graceful. He sings expressively, and while his performance of his opening song is playful and comic, it also allows him to project the masculine vulnerability that makes Guido irresistible to impulses that are alternately maternal and, shall we say, libidinal. (And not for nothing, he’s never looked more handsome, which is saying a lot!)
Moran delivers a star turn, and a star turn is what this role, previously played by such men as Raul Julia, Sergio Franchi, and Antonio Banderas, requires. This is an extraordinary performance.
Aimee Walker plays Guido’s wife, Luisa. This is an emotionally demanding role (it’s the character played by Anouk Aimée in 8 ½). While Luisa is clearly “the” love of Guido’s life, she is not “the only” love his life, and her reaction to this realization is a combination of anger and hurt. Walker communicates the former more pointedly than the latter. Her rendition of “My Husband Makes Movies” is the show’s first soulful number and skillfully establishes Luisa as the traditional devoted wife of a famous man, smoothing over his trespasses, even when those trespasses trample her very soul. Guido’s song, “Only You,” seems to trivialize his extra marital affairs, or at least to minimize their importance to the women who are caught in their triangulations, giving Walker, Copps, and Davidow the motivation they need to land the emotional wallop of their later songs. By Act II, Yeston will hand Luisa the defiant “Be On Your Own” in which she banishes Guido from her life, to be followed “Long Ago” in which she recounts their lives together.
The complexity of the lyrics given to Luisa suggests that a nuanced interpretation of the character is required: “I’ll soon relieve you of your pain / When I set you free. / If that is all you wish to have, then I agree. / No need for thanks, your just rewards will be my fee. / Go off and live your petty fictions / Full of blatant contradictions you can’t see.”
With her final stab, of course, Luisa slays both Guido and herself: “And you’ll take with you all you own / From A to Z / And all of me.”
The tension between anger and hurt, between hating Guido and loving him, could not be more piercing. Walker gives a clear and vivid performance of the role, which is the most difficult in the show.
By contrast, the other women, fulfilling symbolic functions in Guido’s life, are broad cabaret turns, brimming with delicious opportunity that does not go unexploited.
As we progress through the action of Act I, Charmagne Chi deftly navigates the always problematic “The Germans at the Spa” swiftly and entertainingly, establishing the shifting setting of the play’s action while goofing on German tourists in Italy. Unlike any other number of the show, this one is not about Guido. (Back in 1982 I had vivid memories of German tourists in Italy, but the joke doesn’t really travel that well). The number was cut from the 2003 Broadway revival. Still, Chi as always, blazes a dynamic and bright path. She and her company of Spa Girls and German tourists give the number an entertaining go.
Lisa Ludwig scores decisively as Liliane La Fleur, former Follies star turned producer. Sporting a perfect period Parisian hairstyle and chic attire, her every entrance (and exit) is impactful. She slays the Folies Bergère number, in which she explains to Guido her idea of entertainment, using the opportunity to wow the audience with her talent and to work the crowd in search of the mysterious stranger who has left a gift without signing his name.
Mary Gjurich is the embodiment of maternal love as Guido’s mother, and provides affecting import to the show’s title song.
Sabrina Kahwaty transforms herself to play Robespierre, critic for “Cahiers du Cinema,” who is enlisted to assist, or assassinate Guido. She has the rapid patter down pat.
Leah Berst is perfection as Lady of the Spa, a role that merely requires her to sing gloriously.
In a production that does not have a cadre of nine-year-old boys cavorting on the beach, but just one – played adorably by Max Goldhirsch — the casting of Nicole Cimato as Saraghina is a physical contrast to previous productions, or the film. While other Saraghinas have been zaftig, Cimato is petite. The choice invites us to reimagine the show’s most famous number, “Be Italian.” Cimato delivers with an energetic and life-affirming anthem to unapologetic pleasure with joyful choreography by Alaimo.
Arianne Davidow is sublime as movie star, Claudia, Guido’s muse who has outgrown him. Her performance of “Unusual Way,” one of the most glorious Broadway songs of the 1980s, is poignant and superb. As we see Davidow assay more leading lady roles, she impossibly seems to get better and better.
The gold standard for “Carla,” the girlfriend that Guido has difficulty leaving, was Anita Morris, whose original performance of “A Call from the Vatican” was a sensation. She writhed and clawed at the floor with a performance so unbridled that she wasn’t allowed to perform the number at the Tony Awards. Oddly, the inspiration for the performance in this production would seem to be Jane Krakowski’s trapeze performance from 2003, in which she propelled from the ceiling on sheet-like aerial silks. The Smith Theatre lacks the height to pull this off, making the moment look or like “the girl in the swing,” and encumbers, rather than assists Kelly Copps who could totally sell this number without gimmicks. Still, Copps is appealing as Carla, and sings a moving rendition of “Simple,” a song that underplays the passion of falling in love, and the pain of saying goodbye.
At the heart of it all, of course, is Guido, and this production boasts as fine a performance in the role as you could ever hope to see. Moran glides through the evening with passion and versatility, singing expressively, dancing, clowning, and even suffering with conviction and versatility.
The film ends with Guido, death averted, leading the characters into a circus tent for a communal dance. At the final moment, he reaches his hand out to his wife, Luisa, who hesitates for a moment, but then takes it, joining him in the celebration. In the musical, Guido reaches the point of desperation and contemplates suicide, but then his nine-year old self sings to him, telling him that it is time to grow up and to move on. I will stop right there, lest I spoil the rest for everyone. Let me just say that the musical fulfills the hope, joy, and sentimentality of the film, as does the Second Generation production. This is a magnificently satisfying evening of musical theater.
As either the last production of the main theater season or the first of the summer shows, the musical “Nine” is making its regional premiere this week in Shea’s Smith Theatre, nearly 40 years after it took Broadway by storm. Leave it to Second Generation Theatre – founded by three women – to produce the multi-Tony Award-winning show about one man’s midlife crisis, as seen by the many women whose lives helped shape him. Maury Yeston, who wrote the music and lyrics, based his story on Federico Fellini’s art house classic “8 1/2,” a semi-autobiographical movie about a filmmaker who has hit a wall in both his personal and professional lives. It opened in New York City in 1982 with Raul Julia starring as Guido Contini but became famous for the sheer lacy catsuit Anita Morris wore as Guido’s mistress, Carla.
One reason the show may be debuting this late in the season here is that Second Generation didn’t want to drain other local theater productions when it assembled its dynamite cast of 14 women, including Aimee Walker, Lisa Ludwig, Arianne Davidow and Kelly Copps. Guido is played by Ben Michael Moran, who was so incredible earlier this year in SGT’s “Angels in America Part One.”
The show opens June 14 (opening night is sold out) and runs through June 30 at the Smith Theatre (658 Main St.). Tickets are $30; $25 for seniors and $15 for students, through the Shea’s box office or online at secondgenerationtheatre.com.
By Melinda Miller, March 9th, 2019 Nearly two decades after Y2K and 30 years after Tony Kushner gave the world his “AIDS play,” the hefty two-part “Angels in America” remains one of the brightest stars in the theater firmament.
Rather than dating the play, the distance of time brings even more clarity to the understanding that “Angels” isn’t just about AIDS at all. In its comic and tragic voices, it speaks to all humanity.
The beauty of the much-honored play is on full display in Second Generation Theatre’s production of “Angels in America: Part One, The Millennium Approaches,” now playing in Shea’s Smith Theatre. While Kushner’s vision is sprawling, the characters’ emotional interactions are desperately intimate, and the cozy venue is a fine place to share them.
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Sometimes a regional production can downsize a big Broadway show in a way that improves it. That’s the case with Second Generation Theatre’s staging of “Big Fish,” the 2013 musical adapted from the novel by Daniel Wallace and the screenplay by John August, with book by August and songs by Andrew Lippa.
This is the story of Edward Bloom, an Alabama traveling salesman who compulsively spins tall tales about his life. These incredible yarns are filled with fantastic people and improbable events. In time, his only child, Will, becomes frustrated with his father’s elusiveness about his true past, and resentful and suspicious of his father’s frequent absences.
This is a story of estrangement and reconciliation between father and son.
I liked the original production, which I first saw in Chicago previous to its Broadway run. The story was fresh. The characters were complex and compelling.
It was clear, however, that the lavish Broadway production smothered its intimate story under mountains of stage magic and scenic artistry. The show closed in less than three months.
By contrast, the Second Generation production, now at Shea’s Smith Theatre, bursts onto the stage with playful imagination, simplicity and love. The Smith Theatre has been reconfigured with seats wrapped around the audience on three sides, giving the space added intimacy.
Director/choreographer Michael Walline has approached the material with originality. In the opening prologue, his introduction of the characters that inhabit Bloom’s imaginary world is thrilling. A witch, a mermaid, a giant, a fisherman, a cheerleader and childhood friends quite literally leap into the action, setting the tone for everything to come.
The fanciful landscape of Bloom’s mind has been conjured with delightful invention by set designer Chris Cavanagh; video and projection design by Brian Milbrand; costumes by Jess Wegrzyn; and props by Diane Jones. It all seems to have been propelled from Bloom’s singular imagination by hand.
Effects that stole the show on Broadway – and not in a good way – here augment it. Broadway’s enormous dancing elephants are adorably replaced by nothing more than parasols, a gray sheet and some actors. The supernatural mystery of a witch is established with the abrupt ripple of a handheld fans opening in unison. Themes and locations are whimsically suggested by Milbrand’s superior videography.
The witch, played by Victoria Perez, is entirely reconceived, not as a Broadway vamp, but as a Spanish lady of mystery, proffering Bloom’s future in her handheld crystal ball – an LED lamp that changes colors. So simple. So magical. (And it doesn’t hurt that Perez is bewitchingly fabulous.)
Broadway assembled a cast of stars to play the Bloom family: Norbert Leo Butz as Edward, Bobby Steggert as Will and lovely Kate Baldwin as Susan. They were perfection, and yet the tension, wrought by the powerful alchemy of love and estrangement, feels far more potent at the Smith Theatre. With the proportions of the show brought down to human scale, the conflict between Edward and Will becomes more equally balanced, and the stakes seem more personal.
Lou Colaiacovo travels the journey of Edward’s life with irresistible gregariousness, while still showing us the qualities that so frustrate his son.
Ricky Needham embodies the difficult role of bitter Will with confidence, compassion, and a strong singing voice, proving that he can carry a show in the process.
As Sandra, Michele Marie Roberts provides several of the evening’s emotional highlights – especially in her solo numbers. Here is a woman who loves her husband unreservedly, and who needs her son to recognize the magic in the man.
Together, the three actors evoke a powerful bond of love and unresolved conflict.
This cast of 14 seems enormous. Each character is vivid. Dave Spychalski gives a sensational turn as Karl, the affable and erudite giant. Also convincing and wonderful are Brittany Bassett as Will’s sympathetic wife; Stevie Jackson as Bloom’s high school girlfriend; Bethany Burrows as the mermaid; Jacob Albarella as circus owner Amos Calloway; Bobby Cooke and Preston Williams as Bloom’s hometown friends; and Alex Watts and Alejandro Gomez in ensemble roles. Child actor Noah Bielecki, who plays Young Will, deserves special mention for giving a truly professional performance, amplified by his sheer adorability.
While watching “Big Fish” I predict that you will experience a strong impulse to reach out to characters who are physically within your reach, but purely imaginary inventions. I further prophesize that people and events from your own life will swirl uncontrollably in your memory as you leave the theater. This is a special evening, and Second Generation is emerging as major player on the Buffalo theater landscape.
Theater review
“Big Fish”
4 stars (out of 4 stars)
Presented by Second Generation Theatre Company through Oct. 28 at Shea’s Smith Theatre (658 Main St.). Tickets are $30 general with discounts available. Visit secondgenerationtheatre.com/tickets .
