Musicals, etc.

MAMMA MIA

Movies come from a myriad of different sources: plays, novels, TV shows, even comic books – each one requiring a careful melding of style and venue. But the most difficult transformation seems to be from the Broadway musical to the silver screen. Especially today. With modern technology, audiences expect to see total reality on the screen. Musicals are steeped in fantasy, not reality.

The latest attempt of that renovation is “Mamma Mia”, a pastiche of a musical with a story slapped together from the songs of the 70’s musical sensation, ABBA. The stage show is phenomenally successful, so they made a movie starring Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnan, Stellan Skarsgard and others.

ABBA’s music is fun, danceable and utterly joyful. But as the kids would say, “It’s SOOO 70’s”. Before you hand over your money to see “Mamma Mia”, you should be somewhat aware of ABBA’s music and be prepared for its simplicity and predictability.

That said, the "Mamma Mia" movie will likely delight you. The setting is a gloriously beautiful Greek Island and has a goofily funny plot. A 20-year-old woman (Amanda Seyfield) is getting married and she invites three men, any of whom COULD be her father. Her mom (Meryl Streep) owns a small inn on the island and was a free-wheeling hippy 21 years before.

The movie is fun, fun, fun and totally mindless. Meryl Streep, that actress who wowed us in “Kramer vs. Kramer”, “Sophie’s Choice”, “The Devil Wears Prada” and dozens of others, shows here that she has no limits. Meryl Streep takes over her role and the entire film. Her voice, which teased us in “Postcards From the Edge” and “Prairie Home Companion” is terrific and her acting puts everyone else to shame.

Pierce Brosnan is a fine actor and proves those skills here, but his singing is average at best. Seyfield, is lovely to look at and her voice has warmth and emotion. The other folks who round out this excellent cast is Julie Walters (remember “Educating Rita”?) and Christine Baranski who team up with Streep to be the three amigos. The three middle-age women sing and dance up a storm and have great chemistry.

The dancing is unremarkable and unsophisticated but suits the setting fine and jumps forth with good humor. They often use chunky island women to dance in the chorus which gives the entire affair a realistic look. The music is mixed well and doesn’t sound overly loud, as some movie musicals do.

However, it is Meryl Streep’s movie (along with the breathtaking views of the Mediterranean). She’s marvelous and displays, once again, that she’s the greatest actress on the planet.

PANHANDLE SLIM & THE OKLAHOMA KID

The Purple Rose Theater in Chelsea has a giant hit on its hands, with the newest Jeff Daniel’s offering: “Panhandle Slim & The Oklahoma Kid”. It’s been extended to the middle of September.

But I’m not sure what the fuss is all about. The play takes place in 1894. We see a man drag another man on stage, hog tied and bleeding profusely from a stomach shotgun wound. This poor guy’s about to die. He’s Panhandle Slim (Tom Whalen).

Then, in gallops The Oklahoma Kid (John Seibert) – all smiles, happy and bubbly. Oh yes, his horse is invisible. One more thing. He doesn’t wear a gun, but travels everywhere with a guitar.

Mr. Slim is the definition of a slime ball. He has lived a horrible life of killing people senselessly and robbing banks and has no regrets.

What ensues is a musical morality tale, with Mr. Kid convincing Mr. Slim that love and goodness lead to a happy life and after-life. What makes the play interesting and unique is that it is almost a musical.

The Kid takes his guitar everywhere and sings six songs to the rascal, Slim (and sometimes with Slim). The songs are written by Daniels and they are good – cowboy-type songs with clever lyrics and sung with very nice voices.

This 90-minute play, about life, death and love, could have been written by Mitch Albom, a man who makes his living writing plays and books about such topics.

The acting in PS/OK is superb and it’s hard to believe how Whalen can act the entire play tied up in that awful, impossible position. And he sings quite well, too.

Director Guy Sanville does an excellent job of pulling so much from such limited material. Dennis Crawley’s set of a desert landscape is amazingly effective, and Daniels’ direction of the musical numbers adds much to the play.

In fact, one could say that Daniels’ message here is how important the curative power of music is to living a happy, love-filled life.