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'Allegro': EW review

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ALLEGRO Claybourne Elder, Randy Redd, Elizabeth A. Davis, and Malcolm Gets
Matthew Murphy

Allegro

type:
Stage
Current Status:
In Season
run date:
11/19/14
performer:
Elizabeth A. Davis, Claybourne Elder, Malcolm Gets
director:
John Doyle
author:
Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers

We gave it a B-

The clustered chorus lockstep. The intense, face-forward performing style. The full cast with instruments in tow, acting as their own orchestra. You got it: a favorite old musical has been John Doyle-ized. Allegro—now playing at Classic Stage Company through Dec. 14—is the latest piece to feature director Doyle’s deconstructive, chilly approach. A 1947 Rodgers and Hammerstein flop that represented an adventurous departure in tone for the prolific duo, it seems an apt match since the composition is literally clinical—depicting 35 years in the life of a small-town, Depression-era doctor named Joseph Taylor Jr. (the appealing Claybourne Elder), who contemplates whether or not to open a swanky private practice in the big city.

Doyle’s stripped-bare, outside-the-box directorial style has paid many dividends in his past dalliances with musical revivals, notably Sweeney Todd and Company, perhaps because Stephen Sondheim’s layered scores already flirt with duality for its leading men, even when one of them happens to be a murderous psychopath. (Ironically enough, Sondheim was a PA for Mr. Hammerstein on the original Allegro.) However, when applied to something so straightforward, Doyle’s vision feels more artificial because the work itself doesn’t have the same dark substructures for these concepts to latch onto. Rodgers and Hammerstein’s contemplative curio was conceived very much with its 1940s era in mind—imagine a showtune-laden Thornton Wilder play and you’d kind of be there. So the plastered smiles and deadpan line readings give off a waxworks vibe here that undercuts the sincerity of its original creators.

This update, with its original, copious Agnes DeMille dream ballets excised to reach a fairly tight 90 minutes, will satisfy completist palettes and there’s never any denying Doyle’s arresting choices: pristine spatial distancing of actors to suggest various emotions, one number performed chiefly with the house lights on (on a thrust stage, no less), a violinist cleverly inserted between a prospective romantic pairing to suggest a love triangle. But unlike the director’s other projects (or perhaps because the original material does not warrant it), the production doesn’t allow its well-chosen cast much leeway toward etching out anything terribly singular. When one character asks, ”You get kind of wrapped up in these people, don’t you?”, you’re tempted to respond with a slightly resigned ”No, not so much”. B-

Tickets: classicstage.org

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