Theatre Review by Matthew Murray - December 21, 2014
The Last Ship Music and lyrics by Sting. Book by John Logan and Brian Yorkey. Directed by Joe Mantello. Choreography by Steven Hoggett. Music Direction, orchestrations and arrangements by Rob Mathes. Scenic & costume design by David Zinn. Lighting design by Christopher Akerlind. Sound design by Brian Ronan. Cast: Michael Esper, Rachel Tucker, Jimmy Nail, Aaron Lazar, Sally Ann Triplett, Collin Kelly-Sordelet, and Fred Applegate, Eric Anderson, Ethan Applegate, Carig Bennett, Dawn Cantwell, Jeremy Davis, Bradley Dean, Alyssa DiPalm, Colby Foytik, David Michael Garry, Timothy Gulan, Shawna M. Hamic, Rich Hebert, Leah Hocking, Todd A. Horman, Sarah Hunt, Jamie Jackson, Sean Jenness, Drew McVety, Johnny Newcomb, Matthew Stocke, Cullen R. Titmas, Jeremy Woodard.
Sting provides that, couching an itching uncertainty about the future within a casual rage about Jackie's lot. Though Nail (who remains in the cast as the Jackie standby) better realized Jackie's size in theatrical terms, Sting is stronger at capturing the depths of Jackie's hopelessness: In the earliest scenes, his eyes are dark and vacant, showing you that this is a man who's already accepted that his life is over. He grumbles through his lyrics, trying but failing to kindle the enthusiasm to change his circumstances, and stamps his feet half-heartedly through Steven Hoggett's rustic choreography. (This also provides a starker contrast with Sally Ann Triplett, who plays Jackie's smoldering-firebrand wife, Peg.) When redemption in the form of that final contract arrives, Sting unleashes his new energy tentatively; his Jackie knows that this will be a long road no matter what, and he's waiting to invest himself fully. If, indeed, there's no point, he may as well not tire himself unnecessarily.
The closest thing to a problem with Sting here is that he looks much younger and less weathered than is absolutely ideal for Jackie; though 63 in real life, he reads a good 20 years younger onstage, which diminishes a bit of Jackie's been-there-done-that authority. Even so, he seems a natural in the part, and truly at home onstage (his only other Broadway credit is the 1989 revival of 3 Penny Opera), and never pulls focus away from where it needs to be most: on the show.
I remain convinced that The Last Ship is an excellent contemporary musical in the Golden Age mold, that, thanks as much to librettists Brian Yorkey and John Logan and director Joe Mantello, at once manages to be sweeping while also being human. It's been maintained well so far, too: In the almost two months since its opening, the other performances have not degraded at all; Collin Kelly-Sordelet, who plays both the young Gideon and Meg's own stir-crazy son, has improved greatly (and he was quite good the first time) and now more pointedly details the intergenerational impact of mistakes uncorrected.
The future of the show at this point is not exactly clear. Sting is currently scheduled to appear only through January 24, and press reports hint at the possibility that the musical might not run much at all (if any) beyond that. If Sting is what you need to get to get in the door of the Neil Simon, then go for it. Just know that his onstage work is but one tiny part of what makes The Last Ship sail so proudly.
- October 26, 2014
The result is the most engaging and certainly the most moving musical Broadway has seen inwell, quite a while. Sting, collaborating with a trio of creatives who are all doing some of their best work in their fields to datebookwriters John Logan (Red) and Brian Yorkey (Next to Normal, If/Then), and director Joe Mantello (Wicked). And perhaps the most stunning aspect of the show they've produced is that, while maintaining a fairly consistent high level of quality, they have done so while writing about nothing more than ordinary people faced with ordinary problems.
To be fair, nothing more may be a bit misleading, as The Last Ship actually has huge things on its mind despite weaving a story that, on the surface, is small enough to be below notice. The plight of a couple dozen shipwrights in Wallsend in northeastern England, who all lost their positions when the shipyards were bought and don't want to take replacements that pay a lot less money, is not the kind of thing that immediately seems to sing. In fact, it all but threatens not to.
But factor in a man named Gideon Fletcher (Michael Esper), who returns to Wallsend to pay final tribute to the authoritarian scholar he escaped by boat 15 years earlier; Meg Dawson (Rachel Tucker), the girl he left behind bearing promises he ended up not keeping; Arthur Millburn (Aaron Lazar), the one time laborer whose management job now puts him at odds with his former friends and whose relationship with Meg puts him at odds with Gideon; and Father O'Brien (Fred Applegate), the dying priest and town patriarch who conceives the idea of all the unemployed men building one final vessel (using money he, ahem, pilfered from Church funds) to give their lives a late salvo of meaning, and you are, in fact, facing a richly textured, and incredibly lyrical, work.
Questions of just what responsibility parents have for shaping their children's lives, and when those children should listen, arise time and time again. Gideon and Meg must confront myriad past mistakes as they ponder a potential new future. How deep love runsand when it's a less eternal kind of affectionvexes almost everyone. Father O'Brien must balance in-the-moment pleasures and flawless-hindsight regret continuously. Has Arthur sold out or done the right thing for everyone, and can or should he make amends? And is this goodbye project the best idea the men have ever had, and a sure route to rekindling their foundering sense of purpose, or a tragedy in the making?
The same is true of Sting, who slides effortlessly into the musical theatre idiom. His opening number, Island of Souls, provides a haunting montage of the background action that sets up the story, and establishes the dark, oddly hopeful, torturedsea chantey score to come. Sting writes palpably effective character numbers, whether choked with lost opportunity for Gideon; pounding with frustration for the working men (the raging but wistful Shipyard, the hard-driving title song, the desperate We Got Now't Else); slithering with sly sexuality for Meg one moment (If You Ever See Me Talking to a Sailor) and awash in desolate romanticism later (It's Not the Same Moon); a cleverly gentle dad-kid moment about fighting at the top of Act II; or even Show Some Respect, a spine-tingling spin on an Irish wake that's joyous enough to inspire the dead to get up and dance.
So outstanding is so much of what's here that it's a shame to have to report a handful of notable missteps. The middle of the first act is highly flabby, with critical scenes taking too long to develop and much of Sting's underscoring sapping his otherwise on-target songs of momentum just when they need it most. (Rob Mathes's evocative but leaden orchestrations rarely help.) The set (David Zinn, who also designed the nice, simple costumes) has moments of shadowy beauty, particularly in the opening and closing scenes, but often suggests a cavernous world not as close-knit as we're supposed to believe this one is; and Christopher Akerlind's lights look lazily set too low for practically every scene. And much of Steven Hoggett's choreography is unremarkable, by and large a warmed-over retread of his bar stomping moves for Once.
Mantello's staging, however, is his best to date for a Broadway musical, at once taut and lively, expectant and guarded, just like the lives it documents. And the performances are, to a person, superb. Esper is sensational as Gideon, playing every minute of the 15 years of agony the man inflicted on Meg and himself, but doing so with a remarkable energy and a compelling, if less than world-class, singing voice. (The songs all fall perfectly in his range, something that's not always true for actors of Esper's caliber when cast as musical leads.) Smoke, steam, and tears emerge in equal measure from Tucker, who expertly presents the contradictory feelings that drive Meg.
Nail and Applegate are both excellent as the serious and comic moral centers of the community, Lazar finds every ounce of conflicted affection in Arthur, and Triplett's a firebrand as the strong-willed Peggy. Kelly-Sordelet makes an auspicious Broadway debut as Tom: witty and kinetic, but showing how even a man this young has already learned to always hold something back.
Don't expect too much of that attitude from The Last Ship. If it falls short of matching the rigorous polish of classics like Carousel or My Fair Lady, Sting and company hold that as their standard, and deliver a show with a heart as pure and unapologetic as that of the best Golden Age titles while avoiding the sentimentality or plasticky fakeness that so often accompanies soulless imitation. And escaping its spell is not easy: Don't be surprised if, as you experience the epic quest of the real people pushing through pain to find real redemption, you find yourself willing to follow them straight to the open seaor just about anywhere else.