Steven Leigh Morris
Foreground, Vanessa Claire Smith and Jake Broder in Louis & Keely. Photo courtesy of the Geffen Playhouse
LOUIS & KEELY: LIVE AT THE SAHARA Haven't seen this musical study of '50s lounge-act crooners Louis Prima and Keely Smith since its transcendent premiere at Sacred Fools Theatre last year, and oh, is it different. Documentary and Oscar-nominated film maker Taylor Hackford has been busy misguiding writer-performers Jake Broder and Vanessa Claire Smith's musical. Taylor took over from director Jeremy Aldridge, who brought it to life in east Hollywood. Smith and Broder have drafted an entirely new book, added onstage characters – including Frank Sinatra (Nick Cagle) who, along with Broder and Smith, croons a ditty. (As though Cagle can compete with Sinatra's voice, so embedded into the pop culture.) They've also added Prima's mother (Erin Matthews) and other people who populated the lives of the pair. The result is just a little heartbreaking: The essence of what made it so rare at Sacred Fools has been re-vamped and muddied into a comparatively generic bio musical, like Stormy Weather (about Lena Horne) or Ella (about Ella Fitzgerald).
It used to be so much more because it was so much less. What was a kind
of musical poem is now an explanation. What was mysterious is now
explicit, not only in the play but in slide projections.
What made this
musical so rare was the simplicity of its premise: Prima, a lounge act
singer whose act is dying brings in a 16-year-old, Smith, to save his
act. She falls for him; he tortures her by rebuffing her romantically
and exploiting her off-stage passions on the stage. After they
eventually marry, her talent overshadows his, and the off-stage
jealousy and hostility energizes the stage act. Prima's yearning for
fame leaves him exiled and in a coma, where the play begins and ends.
This entire story was channelled through the two characters and the
onstage band. Every song, from “Basin Street Blues” to “I've Got You
Under My Skin” was a manifestation of either Prima's quest for
immortality or the jealousies occurring in their partnership. The music
met the text-book definition of how songs are supposed to serve a
musical, to express what can't be said in life. But if Frank Sinatra
grabs the stage to croon a song that comments on their marriage, or
Prima's mother stands ironing stage left, that rarefied bubble is
shattered.
There was one riveting scene where young Keely Smith
approached one of the musicians for comfort – sliding precariously down
the slope of betrayal. That scene, an illustration of how a story could
be told within the strict confines of a tightly constructed world, is
gone, but so is that world. Hackford clearly never understood or
appreciated the pristine theatricality of what Broder, Smith and
Aldridge had carved. The play's core and tone have been diminished by
the cinematic expanse of a documentary, rife with psychological
theories and the gratuitous appearance of (and scenes with) other
characters. Add to that a tonal shift: The musical's original heart of
darkness has been sprayed over by a larger proportion of upbeat numbers replacing some of the reflective ballads. Gone are “Tenderly/Can't
help Lovin' Dat Man of Mine,” “Come Rain or Come Shine”, and “I've Got
You Under My Skin.”
The good news is the terrific musicianship, the
musical direction originally by Dennis Kaye and now shared by Broder
and Paul Litteral, remains as sharp as ever, as are the title
performances. Broder's lunatic edge and Bobby Darin singing style has
huge appeal, while Vanessa Claire Smith has grown ever more comfortable
in the guise and vocal stylings of Keely Smith. It was the music that
originally sold this show, and should continue to do so. With luck,
perhaps Broder and Smith haven't thrown out their original script.
Geffen Playhouse, 10886 Le Conte Ave., Westwood; Tues.-Thurs., 8 p.m.;
Fri., 7:30 p.m.; Sat., 3:30 & 8 p.m.; Sun., 2:30 & 7:30 p.m.;
through April 26. (310) 208-54545. (Steven Leigh Morris)
THIS WEEKEND'S REVIEWS
Check back on Monday after noon for reviews of Ibsen's Ghosts, at A Noise Within; Pavel Cerny's Vietnam drama, A Lovely Place For a Picnic at the Whitefire Theatre; Photograph 51 at the Fountain; Paul Mazursky's Sin, A Cardinal Deposed, at the Hayworth; Did You Do Your Homework?, the story of a schoolteacher written and performed by Aarox Baxton at the Beverly Hills Playhouse; an evening of one-acts at the Santa Monica Playhouse with the umbrella title, Jumping the Median, and Will Eno's Tragedy, A Tragedy at the Garage Theater in Long Beach.
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