Word: sing
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...improperly attracted to him. Improperly, because she has a perfect pal -- not a soul mate exactly, but a brain mate -- in Aaron Altman (Albert Brooks), a warm, supercompetent, underappreciated reporter, the Jimmy Olsen of Mensa. Aaron can spit out pertinent facts about Gaddafi, he can get drunk and sing along in flawless French to a Francis Cabrel tune, he can love Jane to pristine pieces, all to no avail. Poor Aaron. He lacks what this judicious, irresistible romantic comedy is about: the fatal attraction of star quality...
...extremes of the season that get him down, wear him down to a frazzle of somnambulant grinning. Jews and Christians sing out their lungs this time of year, bear candles against the abbreviated light. Even secular humanists find a way to hold the dark at bay. Captain Midlife knows of an elementary school that takes the separation of church and state so seriously, the only holiday it celebrates is the winter solstice. The children sing solstice songs ("Joy to the world, the sun has sunk"?). All in the name of pitting one extreme against the other. Pumping like a bellows...
...mechanic, Carlson is acclaimed by night -- Could we have ; a big hand, folks? -- as Donnie Lovedart! The first few notes of a familiar tune by the Spinners come up on the sound system, and then he's off, moonwalking across stage with his shades down and an arrow ready, singing, or seeming to sing, "Cupid, draw back your bow . . ." Lovedart is an agreeable fake, a master of the command nonperformance, an angel, yes, but also a duke- duke-duke of the lip-sync world...
Time out for a definition. As used here, the term lip sync does not refer to Audrey Hepburn pretending to sing Wouldn't It Be Loverly? in the film My Fair Lady. It has much more to do with the time, for instance, that this writer executed his memorable rolled-lip version of Mick Jagger singing Brown Sugar among friends at a small party in 1975. It has to do with your own marvelous rendering of New York, New York, the time you turned up the radio and cut loose somewhere out on I-80 east. Except that now people...
Sweeney is surely a difficult show to put on. Stephen Sondheim's often dissonant, virtually non-stop score, is hard enough to sing, but Music Director David Gregg increases his singers' burden by backing them with only a piano and a synthesizer. Fortunately, the actors and the large chorus are up to the task, though Talenti and Carter occasionally fall flat on Sondheim's melodically meandering ballads...