I'm back from SWEENEY TODD, the last great opera of the 20th Century, and Judy Kaye was not in; I saw Patti Lupone. I've seen the original cast, the dreadful TEENY TODD of the early 1990s and now this, which was better than the 1991 version. This new version, which I think is another example of critics raving over the second-rate, should be titled SWEENEY TODD OR THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET AS PRESENTED BY THE INMATES OF THE ASYLUM OF CHARENTON UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE MARQUIS DE SADE, since a lot of its gimmicks seem lifted from Peter Brooks great epic production of MARAT/SADE fro the Royal Shakespeare Co. I know that our DR Pogue saw this version in London and loved it. I might enjoy it if I saw it as an "experimental" piece off-off-Broadway in a basement or tiny space somewhere, but it's a waste of a lot of money.
Those of you who want to see the great Lupone in SWEENEY TODD will do better with the San Francisco Orchestra concert. The cast in this is almost uniformly excellent but the Anthony who has a strange face with one of those ridiculous little goatees, contorts himself outrageously as he sings, although he sang a beautiful "Joanna," and my friend Donna Lynne Champlin as Pirelli proves it's a role for a tenor; I'd rather see her as the Beggar Woman, but she plays a mean flute and accordion. The Tobias, Judge Turpin, and Beadle, especially are quite wonderful.
The production reminds me of the atrocities of Ann Bogart and other "artistes" in nonsensical direction; it's a SWEENEY TODD for people who either already know the story or don't care what the story is. I miss the gothic horror of the Beadle's body falling out of the chute and landing at Tobias' feet, I miss actors actually relating to each other in a scene, which hardly ever happens in this production. I liked the orchestration much better than I anticipated, but I don't want to see Anthony walk into a scene with Sweeney Todd and Mrs Lovett while dragging around a cello. The words of THE GOLDEN APPLE, it's a fraud.