Kathleen, Ariel and I hauled our sniffling selves to “Dance of the Vampires” last night, now in previews on Broadway. Based on Roman Polanski’s “The Fearless Vampire Killers,” it stars Michael Crawford as Count Von Krolock and Rene Auberjonois as Professor Abronsius.
If you have any interest in Michael Crawford, Rene Auberjonois, vampires (dancing or otherwise), or a fun evening of theater, you should definitely go. Soon. Because if you have an interest in what the NY Times will say, they’ll probably hate it.
They will probably say that there’s a few songs too many (there are.) That certain aspects of the book never really come together (also true; a story arc involving a flamingly gay vampire, for instance, draws laughs but ultimately goes nowhere). That the show starts out strong in terms of a tongue-in-cheek tone, but gets patchy after the first half hour (‘fraid so.) That composer/lyricist Jim Steinman’s songs are for the most part unmemorable. Well…yeah.
That’s the most depressing aspect, really. Early on in the show, Steinman–who wrote songs for Meat Loaf–slides about sixteen bars of “Total Eclipse of the Heart” into the middle of Krolock’s first song. It draws huge laughs as the audience slowly tweaks to the self-referential digression. But when kicking off Act II, they do a full blown rendition of “Total Eclipse.” It’s great to hear. They do a terrific job with it. The problem is that it really points up the fact that no other number in the show can touch a song he wrote at least two decades ago, because that’s the song you’ll come out humming.
The thing is, all of these thoughts occur *after* you’ve left the show (which is, of course, when reviews are written). *During* the show you’re having a great time. The songs are bouncy (if forgettable), and some of the lyrics are genuinely hysterical (particularly an early song about garlic and Auberjonois’ Gilbert & Sullivan-esque patter song about Logic.) And it may very well be that legions of Crawford fans alone will be sufficient to keep the show going.
Furthermore, this *was* still previews, keep in mind. Trims and fixes may yet be made. Such typical preview glitches as effects misfiring or poor sound mixing or mikes going out will presumably be cured by opening night; perhaps other aspects will be fixed as well.
But just in case they’re not, go anyway. If nothing else, it’s the first genuine Grand Guignol to hit Broadway since Sweeney Todd. And there’s just not enough Grand Guignol out there to excuse supporting it when it meanders along.
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