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) Music & lyrics by Stephen Sondheim Book by John Weidman Directed by Oliver Driver Silo Theatre and THE EDGE present the Delmaine Fine Foods season at Concert Chamber - Town Hall, THE EDGE, Auckland From 24 Jul 2010 to 14 Aug 2010 Reviewed by Joanna Davies, 25 Jul 2010 |
What drives someone to shoot the President? In the case of Silo’s production of Stephen Sondheim and John Weidman’s Assassins the question might just as well be, “what doesn’t?”
This slick mélange of carnival, freak-show and history lesson tells stories of frustration, despair and single-minded will as it follows the nine assassins and would-be assassins who plot the murders of Presidents Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley, Roosevelt, Kennedy, Nixon, Ford and Reagan.
The cast and musicians are on stage for the show’s duration – much like a circus tent, everything is there to see. And that’s hugely demanding of the cast. They’re on show (literally) for the entire evening, interacting, warming up and playing as the audience members drift in to take their seats. And that’s the lightest moment of the whole performance.
From the moment the Proprietor opens the show by declaring, “Everybody’s got the right to be happy,” and urges passersby to grab a gun and shoot a president, it’s all on. (On opening night Paul Barrett, one of the musical directors, stepped in to sing the opening number as Cameron Rhodes had major throat issues and needed to save his voice for his other role. If you hadn’t been told, you’d be none the wiser.)
Then the rollercoaster ride through the United States of America’s history begins. It’s not told in chronological order, although John Wilkes Booth (Mitchell Butel) starts things off, and then serves to drive his fellow assassins to fulfil their dreams. Butel’s Booth is egotistical, commanding and somewhat seductive (a far cry from his recent appearance on the Auckland stage in Avenue Q).
We meet Giuseppe Zangara (Kyle Chuen), the Italian immigrant whose stomach agony drove him to attempt to kill FDR. He failed, killed the Chicago Mayor instead and was electrocuted. Cheun brings a fabulous sense of frustration, pain and defiance to the role.
There’s Leon Czolgosz (Roy Snow), who shot McKinley. He embodies the quiet anarchist whose grasp on the real world becomes more and more tenuous. Was he led astray, or is it a path he chose himself?
Charles Julius Guiteau (Andrew Grainger) has an optimism that seems in total contrast to the sense of woe associated with those who bear arms against their country. His vigour, as Garfield’s assassin, leads him straight to the hangman’s noose and you’re left wondering what it would have taken for his life to have gone down a different path.
Samuel Byck (Cameron Rhodes) has an element of Michael Douglas’s character in Falling Down. Through his considered, and sometimes rambling, taped messages to assorted composers of the day, you hear the “it’s not fair!” cry of a disappointed little boy. He’s as angry with himself as he is with his country. And Nixon’s going to pay. (Interestingly his plan to fly a hijacked commercial aeroplane into The White House sounds dreadfully familiar…)
Natalie Medlock’s Squeaky Fromme and Bronwyn Bradley’s Sara Jane Moore join forces to take out Ford. Fromme is motivated by her love for Charles Manson – she plans to have him as a witness at her trial so the world can marvel at his genius – while Moore’s background as a double-agent of the FBI and San Francisco radical underground is largely overlooked in Assassins. Instead she’s a scatty, almost simple housewife. Or is that her plan? Together they’re a Laurel and Hardy duo, and something about Fromme and Moore has the audience rooting for them.
Cameron Douglas’s John Hinckley, the man whose love for Jodie Foster drove his attempt to kill Reagan, is impassioned, earnest and disarming in his delusion. You’re left wondering why he chose such a drastic way to get the teenage actress’s attention (although it makes a nice change from stalking).
Gareth Williams plays two key roles. He’s the confident Colonel Sanders-suit-wearing Balladeer who, for two thirds of the performance, tells the audience of the assassins’ fates. Once they drive him from the stage (remember the cast waits and watches from the periphery like ghosts of past and future), he returns, unrecognisably, as Lee Harvey Oswald – the key to all the assassins’ immortality.
William’s portrayal of perhaps the most famous assassin in recent history leaves no room for conspiracy theories. He gives a rock-strong, captivating performance as an overlooked, dismissed man whose plans for suicide turn to murder and infamy.
The base cast plays all of the other smaller roles and maintains the sense of spectacle through the use of Elizabeth Whiting’s over-the-top panto-style costumes. They’re the ideal match for John Verryt’s set design of a big-ring-circus-tent that’s seen better days, and Jeremy Fern’s lighting design. With the entire cast on stage all the time, there’s nothing more effective than a spotlight.
The singing (MDs Grant Winterburn with Paul Barrett) and choreography (Sandra Rasmussen) is sensational; the movement highlights the spectacle rather than makes the show a cabaret-style musical. And the cast members’ have the remarkable ability to support when needed and star when necessary.
It’s a musical that could easily become ridiculously over the top. In different hands the script could provide the audience with more answers than questions, but with Oliver Driver’s expert direction it keeps its integrity and leaves the audience with plenty to think about.
So what drives someone to shoot the President? Glory? Honour? Hatred? Outrage? I’ve no idea.
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