Monday, April 22, 2019

216 (2018-2019): Review: HADESTOWN (seen April 22, 2019)

“There’ll Be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight”

(Note: parts of what follows are loosely adapted from my May 2015 Broadway Blog review of this show’s Off-Broadway original.)

Be careful if you’re walking past the Walter Kerr Theatre on W. 48th Street during a performance of Hadestown. You may feel a blast of infernal musical theatre heat coming from inside, where this red-hot show has finally moved following its 2015 Off-Broadway debut at the New York Theatre Workshop, and productions in Edmonton, Canada, and London’s Royal National Theatre.

And the subterranean rumbling you may hear isn’t from a nearby subway; it’s the basso-profundo voice of one of New York’s most commanding performers, Patrick Page, slick perfection itself in the role of Hades, King of the Underworld, in this tunefully delicious, theatrically tasty show.
Andre de Shields. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
I found its script dramatically “flavorless” in its earlier manifestation but my taste buds have matured since then. While not its strongest feature, Hadestown’s book now seems a fine wine accompaniment to a spellbindingly scrumptious theatrical feast.

Hadestown is a mostly sung-through musical conflating the Greek myth of Hades and Persephone with that of Orpheus and Eurydice, and swirling about themes of power of music, love, and trust. It originated as a compilation of New Orleans-style jazz, folk, and blues tunes by folk singer-songwriter Anaïs Mitchell.

In 2010, after being performed at various Vermont venues it became an hour-long, concept album. The album was then developed by Mitchell and the exciting young director Rachel Chavkin (Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812) into Hadestown, which runs around two and a half hours. Each song is distinctive, and several are true show-stoppers.The 2015 production was shorter but felt longer; the audience at the Broadway version behaved like it wasn’t long enough.

For the NYTW staging, set designer Rachel Hauck gutted the space to build a wooden arena with the orchestra slotted in at one point and the audience seated on uncomfortable old wooden chairs (unmoored cushions supplied). A huge, leafless tree that no one ever climbed towered in one corner.
Eva Noblezada and the company of Hadestown. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
Aided by lots of smoke, Bradley King’s flamboyant lighting, sometimes enhanced by small lanterns, sculpted the action in rock concert style, while actors in close proximity to the spectators created a mildly immersive ambience.

For Broadway, the auditorium remains unchanged and Hauck’s new design places the show entirely within the proscenium, with an upstage curved wall suggesting New Orleans French Quarters architecture. In the middle rises a winding staircase, with ornate wrought iron railings, leading to a balcony fronting large double doors. Behind them is the dwelling of Hades, dictatorial ruler of Hadestown. The seven-member orchestra is dispersed along the wall at left, right, and center.
Workers' chorus. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
At center are three turntables, one inside the other, capable of running counter to one another. The central disk also serves as an elevator trap. Chavkin’s staging, and David Neumann’s choreography, make abundant use of these mechanical aids with remarkably effective results, creating moving arrays of actors moving in different directions, left, right, around, up, and down.

And King’s lighting, again making much use of smoke, outdoes itself in evoking mood-setting effects, including a sequence when about a half-dozen hanging metal lamps are choreographically incorporated into the action.
Reeve Carney and the company of Hadestown. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
Of the original leads, only Patrick Page and Amber Gray return. Orpheus, first performed by Damon Daunno, presently playing Curly in the new revival of Oklahoma!, is taken by Reeve Carney (the original Peter Parker/Spider-Man in Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark), a high tenor ranging into falsetto. Euridice, taken Off-Broadway by the superb Nabiyeh Be, is now the responsibility of the equally talented Eva Noblezada (Miss Saigon).
Amber Gray and the company of Hadestown. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
The chorus-like Fates, mentioned below, are also new: Jewelle Blackman, Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer, and Kay Trinidad, taking the roles created by Lulu Fall, Shaina Taub, and Jessie Shelton. And Hermes, who serves as narrator, is Broadway veteran André de Shields instead of Chris Sullivan.
Jewelle Blackman, Kay Trinidad, Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
The show (whose plot summary can be found here) is principally concerned with the tragic, mythical romance of Orpheus, the gifted lyre musician (read: guitar), who descends to Hades to bring his lost-girl sweetheart, Eurydice, back to the world of the living. Only after hearing the finished version of the song Orpheus has been constantly working on (intended to bring the contentious world together) does Hades relent. He insists, however, that, if Orpheus looks back to see whether Eurydice is following him, she’ll have to stay in Hadestown forever.

In 2015, I was disappointed that a show inspired by a tale dramatized in countless films, plays, and operas (from classical to rock) had squeezed so little drama from it, despite the uniformly appealing songs and the infusion of a capitalistic exploitation theme. Because the songs are mostly preoccupied with atmospherics and emotional responses, their lyrics only indirectly offer exposition, reveal character, or move the plot along.
Eve Noblezada, Andre de Shields, Reeve Carney. Photo: Matthew Murphy. 
These factors seem secondary now; enough is revealed by Hermes’ narration to serve the story and characters. The latter, after all, are intended more as iconic figures than flesh and blood human beings, although we can’t help but become affected by them as superbly embodied by these warmly human actors.
Patrick Page, Reeve Carney. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
The basic myth remains intact although Eurydice, a runaway, goes to Hadestown (by train, it should be noted), not because she’s dead but as a personal choice, seeking to escape the hard times up on top where, the lyrics say, “the chips are down”; her road to Hell is paved with good intentions.
Reeve Carney, Eve Noblezada. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
Hadestown’s existence is intentionally ambiguous; the citizenry is composed of slave-like laborers in leather workers’ gear, moving in rhythmically robotic fashion, like figures in an old Soviet Expressionist movie. Everyone seems dead and everything’s symbolic, not to be taken literally, but freedom is clearly a dream the workers’ share.

Hades’ wife, Persephone (Amber Gray, as before, sassily sensational and a sure bet for an award nomination), represents the seasons; she’s something of a snow bird, living half the year above ground, half under.
Amber Gray, Patrick Page, Reeve Carney. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
The suave, black and white, pinstripe-suited, cowboy-booted, shades-wearing, white-haired Hades, who wants to protect his people by keeping the enemy, poverty, away, sings about it in a song, “Why We Build the Wall.” One of his arms even has a brick-wall pattern on it. The song asks “Why do we build the wall?” to be answered by lines like, “Because we have got what they have not,” but, ironically, was written well before Donald Trump’s build-the-wall fetish. (Patrick Page’s indelible performance, btw, definitely deserves a nomination.)
Eve Noblezada and the company of Hadestown. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
The Fates, a trio of gorgeous women garbed in gray and silver turbans and dresses suggesting Roaring 20s Creole-style flappers, comment on everything in perfect harmony, sometimes playing instruments. The main narrative functions fall to the slick-as-ice, slim-as-a-whip Hermes, decked out in a jazzy, vested, silver suit, with what resemble flaring feathers at his cuffs.
Patrick Page, Amber Gray. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
Some of Michael Krass’s masterful costumes are reminiscent of their Off-Broadway predecessors, others are totally reimagined. Orpheus, for example, originally dressed in James Dean-like jeans, t-shirt, and red windbreaker, now wears old sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a red bandanna. Persephone, though, still brings Billie Holiday to mind in her pale-green, floral-print dress and occasionally-worn hair ornament.
Amber Gray. Photo: Matthew Murphy.
Hadestown, with its extensive use of old-fashioned-looking mics, and even a section where Persephone introduces each orchestra member for applause, is not that far from being a brilliantly-staged concert. But it now seems far more dramatically fleshed out than I remember, and many will be emotionally moved by its tragic story. Judging by the unanimous standing ovation that greeted its conclusion (wait for Persephone’s uplifting curtain-call song, "I Raise My Cup"), there are going to be hot times in old Hadestown for many nights to come.

Walter Kerr Theatre
219 W. 48th St., NYC
Open run