By Lauren Smart
By Jane R. LeBlanc
By Lauren Smart
By Elaine Liner
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
Kleban died at 48 of cancer, leaving hundreds of unproduced songs that he'd written over several decades. In his will he instructed his friends to do something with them. This show, a two-hour singing and dancing eulogy, is the result.
It's probably not the glowing tribute he'd hoped for.
The book for A Class Act was written by Linda Kline and Lonny Price, a Kleban friend who played him in the short-lived Broadway run of this show last year. Structured around funeral speeches delivered by eight of Kleban's friends (including, oddly, one who had died years before Kleban), the show has as much warmth and heart as a marble mausoleum. The "friends" don't so much hail their departed companion as trash him, exposing him warts and all for the world to judge.
"The money ruined him,'' says one. "He never realized his potential,'' says another. And those are the nice comments.
Each speech cues a flashback to corresponding scenes from Kleban's life. Each of those scenes comes with two or three songs from Kleban's vast repertoire of rejected compositions.
Amid this medley of non-hits stands Kleban, a less than cuddly character. As portrayed at Theatre Three by Doug Jackson, Kleban is a prickly, pear-shaped nebbish, chain-smoking and whining and crumpling under titanic bouts of depression--think George Costanza without the charm. As recounted in the show, he slides in and out of institutions. He can't sustain relationships. Even his best friends keep him at arm's length lest his incessant neediness drain their energies. (Michael Serrecchia, who directed A Class Act for Theatre Three, was an acquaintance of Kleban's, so we must assume he's helped actor Jackson draw an accurate profile.)
Certainly Kleban's career troubles contributed to his multitude of quirks. All his life he dreamed of becoming the next Gershwin or Sondheim. By day he worked as a producer of Jim Nabors Christmas albums and Percy Faith best-of collections at Columbia Records. At night he studied at the famed BMI workshop for musical theater composers. He wrote and wrote and wrote. Anything, everything was inspiration. If he sneezed, he banged out a ballad about it. If he tripped over a curb, he used it for an up-tempo "charm song.''
But his solo stuff wasn't charming or memorable, as evidenced by the 14 Kleban tunes used in A Class Act. Most are from musicals he wrote that either flopped or never made it to a stage.
For years he worked on a musical called Galleries, which paid tribute to great artists. "Were I in Gauguin's shoes/What would I have to lose?" go the words to one number. He tried musical versions of the film The Heartbreak Kid and Herb Gardner's play A Thousand Clowns. They failed. And with lyrics such as "Hansel and Gretel jumped over a shtetl,'' it's no wonder.
He finally hit the big time in 1977 when he was picked by choreographer Michael Bennett to team up with Oscar-winning composer Marvin Hamlisch as the lyricist for a workshop production about Broadway dancers. That show would become A Chorus Line. Kleban and Hamlisch disliked each other, at least according to A Class Act (their scenes together are the best part of the show), but nevertheless were able to put together a singular sensation of a score. A Chorus Line won all the Tonys and earned Kleban a Pulitzer for his lyrics. (A Chorus Line now is onstage at the Plano Repertory Theatre and will be reviewed in this column next week.)
Not surprisingly, the best number in A Class Act is the brilliantly syncopated showstopper "One'' from A Chorus Line. Kleban's words for A Chorus Line were the best he ever produced (the show was still running when he died in '87). With the story told almost entirely in the score, he had to use the song lyrics to move the plot along and illuminate a large cast of characters. He did it in exquisitely pop-poetic fashion. "Kiss today goodbye/And point me toward tomorrow,'' Kleban wrote for the show's big hit, "What I Did for Love.'' "We did what we had to do/Won't forget, can't regret/What I did for love.'' (There were at least two other uncredited librettists for A Chorus Line, but that's another story.)
A Chorus Line brought Kleban the money and fame he'd longed for, but it didn't make him happy. His many neuroses went into overdrive after the show opened, and he became a recluse, terrified of elevators, airplanes and girlfriends. Then he got mouth cancer and died young.
So what you have here, then, is a musical with mostly terrible music based on the life of an unhappy, unattractive fellow who failed at nearly everything and alienated all the people who tried to help him. Even Springtime for Hitler had good tunes and plenty of laughs.