Presidential Follies

A love triangle in the White House. Is this dusty old satire or current events?

Paper elephants and donkeys; red, white, and blue banners; and two video screens -- one posted in each of the far corners of the space -- set the scene for George and Ira Gershwin's Of Thee I Sing, one of Broadway's first political satires. We are quickly reminded that successful musicals and presidential campaigns have similar components: valiant displays of showmanship, ample opportunity for pageantry, and of course a scandal stewing in the background. Of Thee I Sing has all those ingredients, but like so many election campaigns, falls short of realizing its potential.

When John P. Wintergreen (Steven Flaa), “the only candidate whose name stays fresh in your mouth,” is nominated for president, his party decides to center the campaign on an issue “that everyone cares about but that doesn't matter a damn.” Wintergreen is advised to run for office on the platform of “love.” To begin, his campaign managers set up a beauty contest, vowing that the winner will marry the president-to-be. Wintergreen throws a wrench into this plan when he falls in love with and marries his loyal campaign worker Mary Turner (Ann O'Kane). The rejection infuriates the winner of the beauty contest, Southern belle Diana Devereaux (Christie Mascoretto). When Wintergreen is elected, the jilted Diana threatens to sue for breach of promise, and Wintergreen's advisors urge him to resign. But he refuses, and plans are brewing to impeach him when wife Mary saves the day. Of Thee I Sing, which premiered in 1931, was a hit on Broadway at a time when theater was hitting economic bottom because of the Great Depression. Pulitzer Prizes went to George S. Kaufman and Morrie Ryskind for the book and to Ira Gershwin for the lyrics.

Jan McArt had the right idea to revive Of Thee I Sing during an election year. Some 70 years after it was written, it sheds considerable light on what's new and what's not in American politics. Without one bit of tinkering with the script, the triangle of Mary, Diana, and John more than hints at the Clinton-Lewinsky saga, confirming how little politics has changed. When the dark-haired vixen Diana Devereaux saunters in “just one last time” to claim the justice owed her, who cannot think of Monica? How can senators chanting, “Impeach him! Impeach him!” not conjure the image of President Clinton's flushed face during the days when the hearings heated up? Not to mention the general underhandedness that always accompanies any satire of politics. When Wintergreen, upon being chosen as a presidential candidate, declares eagerly to his supporters, “Nominated by the people and ready to do any dirty work it takes!” you can't help but smile knowingly and say to yourself: Yep, not much has changed. Periodically attention is directed to the videoscreens that project images from the Thirties: hard-working men with their shirtsleeves rolled up, women in petticoats, couples being pulled around in rickshaws. This visual contrast creates a good part of the musical's impact. By the same token, some of its cultural baggage is outdated enough to offer an intriguing look back. The premise that Mary wins everyone's hearts with her corn muffins, for example, is absurd for anyone familiar with the reign of Hillary Rodham Clinton.

Steven Flaa and Ann O'Kane sing for your supper
Steven Flaa and Ann O'Kane sing for your supper


Through September 24. Book by George S. Kaufman and Morrie Ryskind. Music and lyrics by George Gershwin and Ira Gershwin. Directed by Bob Bogdanoff. Starring Louis Cutolo, Elias Eliadis, Steven Flaa, Jerry Gulledge, Peter Haig, Christie Mascoretto, Don McArt, and Ann O'Kane.
Royal Palm Festival Dinner Theatre, 303 SE Mizner Blvd, Boca Raton; 561-392-3755 or 800-841-6765

Of Thee I Sing is a reaffirmation of the durability of the Gershwin brothers' genius. Their ability to yoke values and sentiment to innovative musical scores resonates as brilliantly as ever. What is difficult to overlook, though, is the mediocre acting and dancing, which after two hours plus are far from entertaining. If you don't have a personal connection to that era and hence a boatload of nostalgia to keep you afloat, or if you're not related to one of the cast members, Of Thee I Sing is not likely to hold your attention for more than an hour. To start off the Royal Palm Festival Dinner Theatre lacks two of the most basic elements of successful musical theater: a proper stage and live music. No matter how fit the fanny, there's just something wrong with watching musical theater from behind. Even though an attempt has been made to stage the show in the round, it's distracting not to have the focal point of a real stage. The platformlike performance space, surrounded on all four sides by tables, also is quite small for anything more than pageantry. Showmanship is the cornerstone of vibrant musical theater, yet the performers in Of Thee I Sing literally have no room to kick up their heels.

If musical theater has anything unique to offer contemporary theatergoers, it should be exciting dance. An exhilarating tap sequence is still exhilarating. A steamy duet is still steamy. Yet only one routine in Of Thee I Sing stands out as eye-catching: two couples, dressed in red, white, and blue, doing a rhythmic tap sequence with rifles. Their high-stepping hitch-kicking is upbeat, and the synchronicity of the dancers with their rifles is lively. Aside from that, unfortunately, there's no more here than exaggerated promenades, port de bras, and a few stock gestures (the clutching of one's hands to one's heart; the wide-eyed, cabaret-style “oops!” expression accompanied by a swing of the hip). Although the dancers obviously are trained, their work doesn't surpass the run-of-the-mill level one might expect on a cruise ship. Also, thanks in part to the recorded soundtrack, not one moment feels remotely spontaneous -- a serious letdown in a live performance.

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