I saw two plays this week: one I reviewed on a hopeful whim, and the other I went to with high hopes that were disappointed in a way I would not have expected.
Murder Ballad played to great acclaim at City Center last fall, and recently opened for a commercial transfer at the Union Square Theater; one lead performer has been replaced but otherwise the production is, I believe, virtually the same as it was uptown. I think it’s going to be a smashing success, but more because it seems pitched precisely for a commercial audience than because I actually liked it.
The first surprise, for me, was how bland the music is, compared to the other musicals in its sort of rock-musical wheelhouse: Rent (which for the record, I hated with a fiery passion) has songs you can’t help but come out singing even if, like me, you were enraged by the show. I saw Waterwell’s Goodbar well over a year ago and I still occasionally get its glam-rock-inflected tunes running through my head. (Not to mention my all-time favorite piece of mesmerizingly bad musical theatre, the late-nineties adaptation of Jay McInerney’s Bright Lights Big City, which was insane but whose soundtrack I listen to today…and to which I could swear several songs here allude musically.) The performers, especially the insanely good Rebecca Naomi Jones, give it their all, but the songs all sort of blended together, the lyrics are sometimes painful in their rhyming choices, and all of it felt earnestly humorless. I think they’re going for the archetypal unspecificity of the fairy tale, but instead it just felt bland.
But above and beyond that, what claims to be a downtown story of passion that leads to murder felt to me really, mostly a story about how an Upper West Side couple can go back to leading a perfectly conventional Upper West Side life after the unhappy wife makes a doomed foray back to her downtown lifestyle. I felt a nasty undertone of slut-shaming (Sarah, the wife, apologizes for her infidelity by lamenting the “filth” she tracked into their home), and—mild spoiler alert—there’s an aura of madonna-versus-whore in the way the titular murder ultimately plays out. There’s also a lack of heat in everyone but Jones…and everyone but Jones would in fact be the love triangle (wife, husband, and wife’s former lover) at the heart of the play.
I’m not saying it’s an unenjoyable way to spend 90 minutes: the production is energetic and kinetic and puts most of the audience right in the action physically. But (major spoiler alert) the more I think about it, the more it feels to me like a valediction of Bloomberg’s New York: a place where downtown (not to mention bars and intellectual pursuits—Sarah’s husband, Michael, is a poetry PhD before he meets her and becomes a responsible grownup to support their family) is a place where people dip a toe before moving to the Upper West Side, getting their MBA, and becoming proper members of society. (The narrator never seems more excited than in extolling the virtues of Sarah and Michael’s uptown apartment with a doorman.) When Sarah’s unhappiness and boredom threaten to derail that life, the situation needs to be corrected—and while the piece certainly leads you to believe that corrections will come at the expense of the little nuclear family unit, it ultimately plays out in a way that lets them live happily ever after.
Compare this to the other thing I saw this week, Stop the Tempo, a Romanian play getting its US premiere courtesy of Origin Theatre Company at the Lower East Side music club Arlene’s Grocery. I’m a sucker for well-done site-specific theatre, and I’m interested in translated works coming out of Europe and South America, which are a lot harder to come by than they ought to be. So I went out of intellectual curiosity rather than specific expectations. The play is rough around the edges, absolutely, and at times feels more like a sketch than a finished piece of work. But it’s still got energy, passion, genuine anger, social commentary about both its specific place and time and the woes of an entire generation, and more, well, genuine edge in its first couple of minutes than I felt out of Murder Ballad. Full review here.