Broadway Theatre, New York
July 24, 2010
Promises, Promises was born from the past and the present. Even its source material, Billy Wilder's 1960 film The Apartment, conveyed the drone-like existence of corporate America. By the time the musical opened in 1968, the culture had shifted. People were shedding their inhibitions; the tribe down the street at Hair was shedding even more. What a drag to be a suit. But the show became a strange hybrid of the trusted and true--bookwriter Neil Simon--and the new sounds of Burt Bacharach. Within a somewhat conventional boy-meets-girl comedy lurked a pulsing, driving New York.
Over forty years later, the revival of Promises, Promises sinks into this rhythm like an old pair of shoes. The sleek orchestra voices and varied meters are reminiscent of days gone by. Mad Men has educated us: it was a simpler time with undercurrents of sexism and conniving. The premise begins with C.C. "Chuck" Baxter, never noticed at work until a co-worker with a hot date borrows his nearby apartment. Word spreads among Chuck's superiors, and soon enough, he finds himself a Junior Executive who rents his place to the boss, Mr. Sheldrake.
Sounds cynical, but the revival carries all the sheen of a Doris Day-Rock Hudson flick. The show still works, and the audience eats it up, though as more of a sixties nostalgia-fest. Don't forget their memories of sitcom stars. Thankfully, Sean Hayes makes an appealing Chuck Baxter. He's more Puck-like than virile, closer to the film's Jack Lemmon than Jerry Orbach in the original production. Hayes clowns his way along, milking laughs whenever Baxter's not pining over the cafeteria worker Fran Kubelik.
Which leads to the Chenoweth conundrum. It's nice to see Kristin Chenoweth stretch herself, and a thrill to hear her sing anything. But as many have written, she's an odd choice for Fran Kubelik, who lets Sheldrake seduce her and toss her back at his whim. Too old, too well-adjusted, too vocally trained. Again, rawness has eluded this revival. Such things are ephemeral, of course. (As is sound design that isn't over-processed. At least there was a full orchestra with three trumpets.) Neil Simon jokes now often land with a mild chuckle of familiarity.
But he sure knew how to craft bit parts. Take the scene-stealing lush who helps Baxter drown his sorrows on New Year's Eve. Katie Finneran, who won a Tony for this brief role, digs into it with gusto and every character voice in the book. While Chenoweth is left to her ballads, Hayes and Finneran play drunkenly off each other with Shakespearean grace. "Forget the past and think about the present," she and Baxter sing. A tall order for Promises, Promises, which can't seem to shirk the past at all.
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