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In the curious, peculiar little world of theater, there has always been and always will be an ongoing debate between the aficionados of art and those of entertainment. Aesthetes tend to roll their eyes at anything corny, sweet, or obvious, while fun-loving fans head for the door at the first sign of complexity or challenge. Sure, the best stage productions are those that seamlessly combine aspects of both but most shows fall into one camp or the other.
The Broward Stage Door Theatre is decidedly in the entertainment camp. This company has a clear mission: to keep the Broadway musical alive and singing. With the exception of the current long-running Chaim's Love Song, artistic director Dan Kelley has chosen a season composed entirely of musicals and music revues. It's a long, long way from Broadway to the boxy theater behind the IHOP in Coral Springs, but you have to admire anybody with the passion and optimism to take on the splashy shows that Kelley does.
The BSD's latest outing is My Favorite Year, a big, old-fashioned musical that enjoyed a long Broadway run recently. Set in 1954, Year follows the exploits of one Benjy Stone (nee Steinberg), an insecure Jewish boy who is dazzled by his new job as an underling for a live television show. He's sweet on a Waspy gal who's also on the staff, and anxious to keep his bossy mother Belle and her geeky family and friends tucked away in Brooklyn. Benjy's Edenic career faces a crisis, though, when he's tapped to shepherd a visiting show guest, the alcoholic, out-of-control Alan Swann, a faded movie star formerly known for his swashbuckling epics. Benjy is in awe of Swann, having grown up watching his films, but the actor is hardly the hero Benjy has imagined him to be.
My Favorite Year is yet another in a long line of nostalgic memory tales about the good old days of New York in the Forties and Fifties, a narrative path many, many writers have trod before. The nostalgia industry has a market here in South Florida, where many ex-New Yorkers live in conflicted longing, happy to escape the snows of yesteryear but yearning for the golden past of their youth, real or imaginary. Year is a perfect show for such a market, as it conjures the New York of the brash, muscular Fifties, when a business lunch meant steak and martinis, when Sinatra invited everyone to come fly with him, and the whole town -- Broadway, Harlem, the Beats in the Village and the white gloves in Gramercy Park -- knew that Manhattan was the omphalos, the center of a very optimistic universe.
The show features music by Stephen Flaherty and lyrics by Lynn Ahrens, a prodigious duo who also wrote notable shows such as the Tony Award-winning Ragtimeand Seussical. Their music for this show runs the gamut from routine (most of the de rigueur cast numbers) to genuinely charming (usually the duets and solos). The book, by Joseph Dougherty, is "based on" the 1983 film of the same name. In truth "adapted from" would be a better term. Most of the characters and plot are directly from the film, as is a good amount of the dialogue. That's not a bad thing, as the film certainly offered a lot of assets, but this musical might have been bolder in reimagining its source material. Much of the story feels like a movie put on a stage with some songs tossed in here and there. The film itself is based on the real-life adventures of writers working for Sid Caesar's Your Show of Shows. So here we have a Broward version of a Broadway show based on a film about a television series.
As to the production itself, it also suffers from an overly derivative nature. This is a Broadway musical all right, but Coral Springs is not 46th Street, and the Broward Stage Door does not have the resources to deliver the full impact of a traditional musical. The seventeen-member cast is formidable, but the offstage music sounds tinny and way underscored. The production elements likewise are threadbare, by economic necessity.
The problem here is not one of money but of intent and imagination. Kelley clearly loves musicals, but his aim to mount traditional Broadway fare in a traditional manner merely shows up his limitations, not his assets. Michael Miles's bulky set lacks much visual appeal and seems entirely too complicated when it comes time for set changes. A simpler, breezier style that suggested rather than attempted to replicate a Broadway set might have better served the show. The same might be said for Susan Stowell's costumes, which seem perilously similar to the film's, from Benjy's sleeveless diamond plaid sweater to Swann's camel coat and cream-colored suit. What's lacking here isn't talent or skill: Just pulling off such a big show with limited resources is a significant feat. What's missing is confidence and nerve -- to bring something fresh and original. Sure, we can revere Broadway, but does that mean we have to embalm it?
Kelley's staging is energetic and splashy, with plenty of fast-paced dance numbers and rousing choruses. He's also the show's choreographer; I suspect his dancer genes have tripped him up here. The first act is full of broad physical shtick that's clever at times and lame at others. He's concentrating on the broad strokes but misses a lot of the plot points, especially the early set-up scenes. The story hinges on the TV staff's craven fear of their boss, King Kaiser. But when Benjy stands up to Kaiser to defend Swann's name and thereby gets stuck with the role of chaperone, the important moment gets lost in the staging. In fact the entire first half doesn't really get airborne until the show settles down into its essential, late-act ballet between Benjy and his erstwhile hero, Swann. At this point all the jokey, obvious comedic elements fall away, and the story reverts to what the film version was originally about: the relationship between a young man, anxious to both escape his past and create his own identity, and an older man afraid he can no longer do either. This situation doesn't have to be darkly dramatic, but it isn't wocka-wocka funny either, no matter what Kelley does or wants to do.