Word: poo
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...rendered numbers. They'll lap up the showy costumes, the stoogery, and the cake and cookies at intermission. You'll go for the minor liberties they've taken with the score--"a linnngering death: boiling oil or.... New Haven"--revel in its recollection of your own high school Nanki-Poo, and purr contentedly that the whole thing is confederate with your old, scratchy D'Oyly Carte recording...
...long. Even Derek Bok's kid was fidgeting alongside the old man as the show wearied into its third hour. And some of the choreography--the term may be too lofty--suggests John Travolta more than a Japanese noble. But the leads are all good. Donald Hovey's Nanki-Poo is bereft and expressive. Paul O'Neill's Pooh-Bah is engaging and suitably gorged, if a little stock. Dennis Crowley, as the Lord High Executioner is the spitting image of Alfred E. Neumann, and reacts to this madness just as the old man would, reeling off his "list" with...
...pathologically ambitious martinet who tries to cover up the killing; his plan, an elaborate tangle of implausibility, is to make it look as if the academy's superintendent had ordered the coverup. That done, Hedges can take over as the supe of what cadets call "Woo Poo." But Hedges reck ons without Ry Slaight, a second-class man who stumbles upon the truth and then besieges it for nearly 500 pages, like Grant trying to take Richmond...
Ship docks on Shanghai's Whang-poo River. Busy first day sightseeing. Second day, to Peking for manic 14-hour slog that takes in Great Wall, Forbidden City, sumptuous banquet. Third, more Shanghai. Shopping, sights and concert. Fourth, to Wusih and on to Soochow for the night and another crammed rubbernecking day. Sixth, Shanghai. Seventh, sail for Canton. Eighth, ninth and tenth days at sea: slide shows, lectures, no chopsticks. Eleventh, arrive Canton. Temples, museums, other sights. Twelfth, by plane to beautiful Kweilin, two days. Fourteenth, back to Canton: another temple, shopping, concert. Fifteenth day, to Foshan for temples...
Seltzer has ample material to work with. Take Tom Fuller. Having played just about every male lead in recent G&S history, from Ralph Rackstraw to Nanki Poo, Fuller last year went backstage to direct a first-class Iolanthe. Now he's back as Frederic, the pirate apprentice, and he's even better than ever. His mellow tenor ably navigates the vagaries of Sullivan's music, and the expressions of dolefulness and misgiving his face so readily assumes are perfect for the benighted slave of duty...