Theatre Review by Matthew Murray - November 14, 2010
Elf Book by Thomas Meehan and Bob Martin. Music by Matthew Sklar. Lyrics by Chad Beguelin. Based upon the New Line Cinema film written by David Berenbaum. Directed and choreographed by Casey Nicholaw. Scenic design by David Rockwell. Costume design by Gregg Barnes. Lighting design by Natasha Katz. Sound design by Peter Hylenski. Projection design by Zachary Borovay. Hair design by John Marquette. Orchestrations by Doug Besterman. Music Direction & vocal arrangements by Phil Reno. Starring Sebastian Arcelus, Amy Spanger, Mark Jacoby, Michael Mandell, Michael McCormick, Valerie Wright, Matthew Gumley, Matthew Schecter. With Timothy J. Alex, Callie Carter, Cara Cooper, Lisa Gajda, Asmeret Ghebremichael, Blake Hammond, Jenny Hill, Stacey Todd Holt, Emily Hsu, Nancy Johnson, Marc Kessler, Matt Loehr, Michael James Scott, Noah Weisberg, Lee Wilkins, Kirsten Wyatt. Also starring Beth Leavel and George Wendt as Santa.
One would think the Will Ferrell vehicle would be ideal for musicalization. A baby that Santa accidentally swept up and carried to the North Pole has been raised by elves in the workshop as one of their own. Though Buddy, as his surrogate father (played with dry yet bouncy abandon by Bob Newhart) named him, acquired his friends all-consuming sweet tooth, he never quite mastered their toy-making ingenuity. So when Buddys grown to well over six feet in height and learns the truth, of course hes compelled to find his father, a childrens book publisher in New York, and learn about the human life hes never known. And, oh yes, teach a bunch of disbelieving Northeasterners a little bit about Christmas along the way.
The movie may not be Its a Wonderful Life, but its funny bone and heart were in the right place. So its more than a little surprising just how soulless a musical Thomas Meehan and Bob Martin (book), Matthew Sklar (music), and Chad Beguelin (lyrics) have fashioned from it. That it evinces even less artistic necessity only makes a devastating problem worse: Any substance you remove must be replaced with something (preferably something theatrical, a la The Lion King), but Elf is too busy trying to decide whether it wants to mimic or disown the film to even consider what made the original work.
Worse, however, is that the New Yorkers are all portrayed as spiritually dead rather than overburdened by a too-busy life. The beautiful woman named Jovie (Amy Spanger), whom Buddy meets working at Macys during the holiday rush, is so beaten down from her entrance that nothing short of magic could convincingly fill her with holiday cheer. Walters wife, Emily (Beth Leavel), is a well-meaning but desperate jerk, the kind who performs DNA tests behind her husbands back, and hardly believable as a put-upon good soul being stifled by her husbands self-centeredness.
Everything is painted in just such sweeping, inefficient strokes. In some cases it doesnt matter so much: Gregg Barness palette-stretching costumes, Natasha Katzs candy-colored lights, and David Rockwells (bargain-basement) forced-perspective scenery arent in and of themselves poor musical choices. Likewise, Casey Nicholaws direction and choreography are thoroughly undistinguished, but adequate. Dig much further, however, and youll find that fine details made none of the creators Nice lists.
Even if Christmas-only musicals are already low-bar entertainments, other recent outings such as How the Grinch Stole Christmas and White Christmas have tried harder to expand their sources and thus inhabit the theatre than this one does, and met with clearer success. Meehans and Martins book is generically pleasant (even if Santas childrens-book exhibition, borrowed from the film, is treated as a limp imitation of Martins Man in Chair from The Drowsy Chaperone), and Sklar and Beguelins gingerbread-scented songs satisfy without lingering in the ear or mind a millisecond longer than they have to. The performances are much the same: professional and rich with talent, if rarely charisma. Arcelus threatens to vanish into the scenery, Leavel looks like shes fighting a losing battle to not gnaw on it continuously, and Spanger looks like she envies its animation; only Wendt, whos cleverly brusque and businesslike as the Big Guy, and an energetic Matthew Gumley as Walters son seem to be legitimately in on the fun.
Even corporate-driven musicals ought to offer more. One can understand that Warner Bros. might not want to tinker with a successful brand, but surely it doesnt also want to stifle inspiration? Yet its just that quality thats missing, preventing this showlike 9 to 5, Legally Blonde, and other similarly disposable titles from the past decadefrom joining the vaunted ranks of Sweet Charity, A Little Night Music, Nine, or Grand Hotel. Film-to-theatre adaptations, such as these, that work do so because their authors see in them something that can be transformed, thus bringing greater glory to the old and new versions alike. But above all else, they convince you that their stories arent just worth telling, but worth telling well. That, more than anything else, is where Elf falls considerably short.