Call “Nanny 911”. “Mrs. Doubtfire,” the new musical that opened Sunday night on Broadway, needs urgent help.
Why wouldn’t a movie that was nothing more than a ridiculous star car of the comedic talents of the late Robin Williams after nearly 30 years without him? Partly as the star vehicle of Broadway favorite Rob McClure, who now plays Doubtfire aka Daniel.
2 hours 30 minutes, with one break. At Stephen Sondheim Theatre, 124 W. 43rd St.
The producers are also certainly hoping to inculcate nostalgia for millennials, who were bombarded by silly films about divorce in the ’90s (“Mrs. Doubtfire,” “Stepmom,” “Liar Liar”) and now have children of their own tormenting. .
What we’re left with is another movie music compilation line—a hateful movie, at the time—in which every single song for “Something Rotten!” The duo of John O’Farrell and Karey Kirkpatrick are two years old and unforgettable.
The first chapter ends with a piece called “Bam! We’re Rockin’ Now, which can comfortably fit in every guitar-in-the-hole music of an orchestra.
And the conclusion, “As long as there is love,” it says, “So, when the sun slips away / And your sky turns gray / Well, in time you will find it will be all right.” That’s just bad “put on a happy face.”
Just like in the movie, Daniel, a struggling actor and fearful father, is forced to put on a woman’s face after his wife leaves him (mistakenly hiring a stripper for their son’s birthday party) and a judge grants him visitation rights only on Saturdays with his wife. three children.
He’s a fun-loving, eccentric kid, and his ex-partner, Miranda (Jane Gambatsy) is a killer stick in the mud. You’ll find that every adult woman on this show has a heart made of barbed wire — well, except for the one who’s actually a man.
This is Mrs. Doubtfire, the alter ego that Daniel has created by his gay brother Frank (Brad Oscar) and husband Andre (J. Harrison Ghee), which he uses to sneak back into his San Francisco home and spend time with his son and two daughters. All they know is that they have a crazy new Scottish nanny.
No one wonders why an old lady can move like she’s 32 years old, has the same sense of humor as her father and performs “Riverdance” when she claims to be from Scotland.
Like a kiss from Richard Dawson in “Family Feud,” the plot of Mrs. Doubtfire’ has grown” with age. Cloud masquerades are common on stage (“Tootsie” is an infinitely better musical and a much better movie), but when you add young children into the mix, and a court order prevents the main character from being with them, it’s inconvenient Us How do we embrace someone who shocks their family?
Michael in Tootsie, who pretends to be an actress to get a job, is also a lying idiot. But “Doubtfire” goes above and beyond and strongly implores us to love this shimmer.
McClure practically sells us timeshare with his jerky and grueling performance. I can’t deny that it’s technically very good – it makes funny noises: Gollum, Borat, Yoda – and jumps around like the stage is actually a trampoline. However, his high energy doesn’t get enough laughs to justify acting like he’s been at a two-and-a-half hour coke party.
As Miranda, a stylist whose brooding David Korens-designed home doesn’t look like anywhere Donna Karan has set foot, Gambatisi hasn’t changed a bit, even after she started dating the British hunk and Mrs. Doubtfire the best of her life.
However, there are two very funny gags in the musical, directed by Jerry Zaks. Frank’s voice gets louder every time he tells a lie (this happens a lot), and on a local children’s TV show called “Mr. Julie Show” there is a hysterical host played by Peter Bartlett as jet-lag-stricken Rip Taylor.
Every time Mr. Jolly left the stage, I resumed being Mr. Angry.