Safety in numbers

A large cast works wonders in Theatre Three's production of The Boy Friend

By 1954, when English playwright-composer Sandy Wilson wrote the book, lyrics, and music for his first and only major stage success, The Boy Friend, a celebration of the 1920s, America and England were experiencing a déjà vu of decades. Folks on both sides of the Atlantic were comparing the '50s to the '20s. Or, more accurately, trying to rekindle that illicit spark of the '20s in the stern conformity of the postwar years. Jazz was hot again, artists feeling neglected or stifled were switching continents, and sexual expression seemed truly exciting because social forces were redoubling their efforts -- through psychiatry and bland popular entertainments -- to collar it. Both decades were also fertile fields for musicals: In the New York theater season of 1927-28, a record of 50 musicals opened on Broadway (culminating in Jerome Kern's genre-busting Show Boat), whereas the 1950s saw the debuts of Guys and Dolls, My Fair Lady, West Side Story, and Gypsy, among many others.

But there was something a little more involved than the cross-pollination of like sensibilities with The Boy Friend. Critics have called The Boy Friend a parody, albeit an adoring one, for the way it made predatory female sexuality; adolescent lust; adulterous yearnings; and slumming, gin-swilling rich people the subject of sunny onstage antics. Wilson's marriage of high hopes and low hungers accomplished what the '20s never could, nor can any decade while it's unfolding: finding the soft, silky patches of its own seamy underbelly and stroking them comfortingly. Simultaneously, of course, he was urging the '50s to engage in some heavy petting with its own socially unsanctioned urges.

So the playwright managed a neat trick and strode away from London and New York with box-office receipts spilling out of his arms. And he did it by employing a simple, quite familiar tale about the comic effort to reconcile what other people want for us, what we think we want, and those pesky desires that tease us with irrational hope beneath all the official white noise. But how does The Boy Friend play in 1999, when many of us are so cynical from overexposure to every vain murmuring of the human heart that we might sooner get yuks from, say, a full-length musical version of The Inquisition number from Mel Brooks' History of the World, Part I? In retrospect, the book and score to Wilson's story about proper young English women manipulating the courtship ritual at a boarding school in Nice, France, seems not only slight but painfully conscious of its own slightness, packing dance steps, duets, choruses, and ballads into a plot whose turns could be completed in less than one act.

Katherine Bongfeldt, Donald Fowler, Yolanda Williams, and Patrick Amos play couples who fall in love at the French Riviera in Sandy Wilson's giddy 1954 musical.
Katherine Bongfeldt, Donald Fowler, Yolanda Williams, and Patrick Amos play couples who fall in love at the French Riviera in Sandy Wilson's giddy 1954 musical.


Through October 16

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Theatre Three
2800 Routh St.
The Quadrangle, Dallas

Nonetheless, I'm pleased to report that Theatre Three, director-costumer-choreographer Bruce Coleman, and the marvelous cast of The Boy Friend achieve a relaxed, satiny groove that keeps us alert and charmed. You're not really aware of the immensity of this accomplishment until the performers take their final bows and you realize that two hours and fifteen minutes of some of the creakiest, most shopworn conceits of any 20th-century era suddenly seem like...well, the bee's knees again.

I can't remember the last time I saw so many people on one stage performing such a variety of intricate vocal and movement styles without straining or chopping the flow. Certainly, Theatre Three should congratulate itself on achieving a new high with its own brand of musical theater, here rolled out with sterling consistency and an attention to detail. This is not about perfection -- not all the actors showcase equal skills for any given demand from the script or score -- it's more about a kind of egalitarian professionalism in which each performer seems to have located his or her own place and moment within Wilson's universe.

The Boy Friend follows the various exploits of the students at Madame Dubonnet's School of Perfect Young Ladies on the eve of a masquerade ball. Mme. Dubonnet (Sally Soldo) is a sort of Auntie Mame for her collection of young nieces, soothing the concerns of one parent who fears that falling in love is permitted at this institution by explaining that she doesn't encourage it..."on the premises." One of her favorite charges is Polly (Katherine Bongfeldt), a wispy young heart who's the only one in her gaggle of giggly girlfriends not to have secured a boyfriend for the carnival dance. She's considerably less aggressive than, say, Maisie (Yolanda Williams), who keeps amour Bobby (Patrick Amos) on a short leash that she threatens to release at any moment (as for why she keeps so many other young men interested in her possibilities, her reply is the quite pragmatic musical number "There's Safety in Numbers"). Quite unexpectedly, Polly falls for a delivery boy named Tony (Donald Fowler) who seems all the more attractive for what a socially inappropriate arrangement he would make; her stern father, Percy (Terry Vandivort), has warned her that most men will only be interested in her for her fortune. It's true love, of course, with a variety of stretched-thin little subplots orbiting around these paramours fated for eternal bliss (or, at the very least, a really hot honeymoon roll).

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