By Lauren Smart
By Jane R. LeBlanc
By Lauren Smart
By Elaine Liner
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
The show is based on a book-length 1928 poem by Joseph Moncure March about the "gin, skin and sin'' of the Roaring '20s, an epic work of rhyming couplets critic Charles Isherwood dubbed "Dr. Seuss on the sauce.'' Reissued in book form in the 1990s with illustrations by Art Spiegelman, the poem inspired two musicals that both opened within weeks of each other in New York theaters in 2000. The one now at Theatre Three features music and lyrics by Michael John LaChiusa and book by LaChiusa and George C. Wolfe. The other Wild Party, music and lyrics by Andrew Lippa, will be produced by the Uptown Players at the Trinity River Arts Center later this year. (LaChiusa visits Theatre Three for a "talkback'' with cast and audience following a matinee performance on Sunday, February 15.)
LaChiusa's Party offers a pastiche of characters, themes and situations done before and better in other musicals spotlighting the demimonde. The central figures in The Wild Party are Queenie, a fading vaudeville beauty (played by Stephanie Riggs), and her live-in boyfriend Burrs (Sonny Franks), a Jolson-esque singer-comic who works in blackface. With their relationship as tattered as Queenie's flapper dress, the couple decide to distract themselves by throwing a boozy all-night bash for their showbiz pals.
Into Queenie and Burrs' run-down flat parades a colorful array of swells and ne'er-do-wells, including a big lesbian named Miss Madalaine True (Melissa Renuka Kamath) and her pickup, Sally (Kylah Magee); a couple of gay songwriters (John Garcia, Sergio Antonio Garcia) who bill themselves as the D'Armano brothers but actually are lovers; a coke-snorting bisexual named Jackie (Ric Leal); two Jewish Broadway producers known as Gold (Charles Ryan Roach) and Goldberg (Ricky Pope); a faded diva named Dolores Montoya (Janis Roeton); Queenie's glamorous friend Kate (Lisa-Gabrielle Green); and Kate's boy-toy, a slick gigolo called Black (Skie Ocasio).
From the opening song declaring, "Queenie was a blonde and her age stood still/And she danced twice a day in vaudeville,'' it's clear that LaChiusa is a sponge of a composer. That song bears strong echoes of Kurt Weill's Lady in the Dark. Influences from Gypsy, Chicago, Cabaret and Threepenny Opera are evident in many of the other 30 or so numbers (too many for a show without a break and none uniquely hummable). If only The Wild Party were half so wild and wonderful as those other musicals.
Instead, this Party, directed by Jac Alder and choreographed by Jack Degelia, tries desperately to arm-wrestle its characters and audience into having a gay old time. Despite the show's noise and boisterousness, the fun always seems just about to start yet never does. Introducing all the characters one by one takes more than an hour. There are at least half a dozen too many songs and a couple of annoying reprises. There's only the slenderest thread of a plot. Queenie and Black fall in lust. Burrs gets jealous. And as Kate predicts, "Every time we two get together, it's broken glass and dead bodies everywhere.'' The whole thing feels like the lost Dick Van Dyke Show party episode, the one where Sally gets liquored up and hits on Millie, and Laura snogs Alan Brady out in the kitchen.
Just when The Wild Party gets everyone assembled onstage, they fall into a pile in the corner for what surely is the saddest-looking orgy ever staged. In slow motion yet. Nobody gets topless (mustn't offend Theatre Three's core geezer subscriber base), and nobody's lipstick gets smudged. Some gay guys take the shoes off some chubby women and then wriggle around on throw pillows. That's about it. Sexy as a plate of liverwurst. Look away, look away.
Real heat is supposed to be generated by the Queenie/Black liaison. While the others are fake-cavorting in the corner, they sing a couple of torchy duets and retire to Queenie's bedroom for a sex romp. But the pairing of Stephanie Riggs and Skie Ocasio doesn't click. With her knobby knees and matted platinum wig, the tiny Riggs is more ragamuffin than temptress as Queenie. Ocasio, hunk of the month in Dallas' musical theater circles (he starred in Uptown's Kiss of the Spider Woman and Plano Rep's Forever Plaid), is handsome in a headwaiter-ish way but exhibits limited range as a singer and actor. A raised eyebrow is his fallback expression for every emotion.
There is one genuine A-plus performance in The Wild Party: Sonny Franks as Burrs. Franks creates a remarkably nuanced sad-clown character--equal parts Curly Howard, Ed Wynn and Bert Lahr--watching helplessly as Queenie gets taken in by the sleek and mysterious Black. In his soft-shoe solo "Wouldn't It Be Nice?'' Burrs laments his girlfriend's tendency to stray: "Wouldn't it be good/To know/Your love had not made love/With half the neighborhood?'' It's as funny and poignant as the "Mr. Cellophane'' number sung by Roxie's sad-sack husband in Chicago.