Theatre Review by Matthew Murray - April 7, 2011
Anything Goes Music & lyrics by Cole Porter. Original book by P.G. Wodehouse & Guy Bolton and Howard Lindsay & Russel Crouse. New book by Timothy Crouse & John Weidman. Directed and choreographed by Kathleen Marshall. Music Supervisor/Vocal Arranger Rob Fisher. Set design by Derek McLane. Costume design by Martin Pakledinaz. Lighting design by Peter Kaczorowski. Sound design by Brian Ronan. Additional orchestrations by Bill Elliott. Original orchestrations by Michael Gibson. Hair & wig design by Paul Huntley. Makeup design by Angelina Avallone. Cast: Sutton Foster and Joel Grey, with Colin Donnell, Adam Godley, Laura Osnes, Jessica Stone, Walter Charles, Robert Creighton, Andrew Cao, Raymond J. Lee, Clyde Alves, Ward Billeisen, Joyce Chittick, Nikki Renée Daniels, Margot De La Barre, Daniel J. Edwards, Kimberly Fauré, Josh Franklin, Justin Greer, Tari Kelly, Shina Ann Morris, Linda Mugleston, Kevin Munhall, Adam Perry, William Ryall, Jennifer Savelli, Anthony Wayne, Kristen Beth Williams, with John McMartin and Jessica Walter.
Certainly when Anything Goes premiered in 1934, the scoreas put over by the irrepressible, irreplaceable likes of Ethel Merman, William Gaxton, and Victor Moorewas king. But the libretto, originally written by Guy Bolton and P.G. Wodehouse and revised by Howard Lindsay and Russel Crouse, must have had some piercing impact of its own, as it led New York Times critic Brooks Atkinson to praise it as a rag, tag and bobtail of comic situations and declare its humor is completely unhackneyed. As further revised and rewritten for the 1987 Lincoln Center Theater revival (substantially the version used here) by Timothy Crouse (Russels son) and John Weidman, the show now seems determined to re-hackney the humor and return supremacy to Porter alone.
He can handle itany songwriter who could pen I Get a Kick of You, All Through the Night, Youre the Top, the title song, and Blow, Gabriel, Blow, let alone all for one show (the song stack has, of course, been filled out with Porter classics from elsewhere), is up to any challenge. But the mere mortals involved, from director-choreographer Kathleen Marshall on down, are not as lucky, and at the mercy of the new book more interested in the flighty flailings of the pre-Oklahoma! era than in the supposed standards of today.
The story is little more than a piffle: some nonsense about gangsters, illicit lovers (one of whom is mistaken for a gangster), and a nightclub soul-saver named Reno Sweeney, all ripping apart the social fabric of a London-bound ocean liner for two and a half hours. Its best not to dwell on what happens or how: Its all a flimsy excuse to tour the Porter museum, the original ideas perhaps buffed up the original for modern sensibilities but not actually improved upon in terms of dramaor even necessarily drama at all.
Though the pleasures of this Anything Goes may be numerable, even aside from the score, they dont represent particularly satisfying showmaking beyond the most visceral world of legs and laffs. Standing astride both categories is Sutton Foster, whose not-so-coy first-scene revealing of her own statuesque gams at the performance I attended elicited audible (and justified) gasps, and who as Reno Sweeney plows through a waist-high wasteland of one-liners with a tenacity that would make Merman proud. Additional star wattage is generated by preternatural song-and-dance man Joel Grey, as the jittery Public Enemy Number 13 Moonface Martin. The young love is supplied by Colin Donnell and Laura Osnes as Billy Crocker and Hope Harcourt, the prototypical pretty couple that sings, well, prettily. Theres even the token English stiff, Lord Evelyn Oakleigh (Adam Godley).
On some level it isthis formula always works as long as you dont ponder it too much. But to fully escape the books cobwebs, each individual element must be above reproach, and thats not quite the case here. Take Foster, for example: The brash and likeable Tony-winning star of Thoroughly Modern Mille and more recently Young Frankenstein and Shrek is keen triple-threat casting, but she doesnt entirely convince as the hard-as-nails after-hours evangelical, and her voice is more a blazing bugle than the gold-plated foghorns of Merman or Patti LuPone (who recreated Reno in the LCT revival). She excites on a technical level, especially when leading the frenzied, tap-drenched Act I finale or the steamy revival meeting just after intermission, but cant send the thrills much deeper than that.
A more innovative force at the helm might help. As a director, Marshall works largely on the surfacethe 2007 revival of Grease and Roundabouts own 2006 zombification of The Pajama Game were, at best, animated comic booksso the complexities of character and humor that might grant the show some additional shading are nowhere to be found. And her dances are more notable for their protracted length than for any original choreographic ideas they contain; its to her credit she can keep the interest going, but even the biggest numbers tend to feel like theyre struggling big-time. Even a show with as little on its mind as this one should be about marginally more than getting from one gag or kick-ball-change to the next, especially when a bit of breathing room would make it easier to keep the energy up.
Luckily, every instance of Porter rouses the show out of its torpor, reminding you that scintillating lyrics and music can deliver a kick bigger than champagne, and more impressive than the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire. Whenever a new (old) tune appears, it delights with not just its wit and its spunk, but also its timelessnessthese have survived as much as 77 years, and theres no reason to believe they wont endure for at least 177 more. Thats why this Anything Goes disappoints with how often the rest of it is rooted in the flimsiest kind of musical theatre weve spent much of the last eight decades trying to escape.