Last night I went to see “La Cage aux Folles” at the Royal
Alexandra Theatre here in Toronto: arguably one of our city’s most important
historical spaces.
I love the experience of being in this theatre as much as I
love the shows when they begin. You wind
the red-carpeted stairs of the beguiling, century-old place and are
greeted by headshots of all of the glittering and dazzling stars who have
played there throughout the years.
It is, in this sense, the perfect vaudevillian and
cabaret-like joint in which to set ‘La Cage’: a raunchy, raucous and
surprisingly timely piece about untraditional family, owning your own person,
your own space, and love in its myriad of forms.
Georges ( played here by George Hamilton ) owns a club
called “ La Cage aux Folles” in St. Tropez where glittered and spangled
transvestites (La Cagelles) perform nightly. Georges’ life-partner and likewise
his head-liner, Albin (the awesome Christopher Sieber), is the more effeminate of
the two and his glitzy lifestyle and stage presence and pizzazz of the show.
A heterosexual union resulted in Georges’ son, Jean-Michel,
whose mother, showgirl Sybil, has been out of the picture for years. Thus,
Georges and Albin have raised Jean-Michel lovingly (if unconventionally) and
have provided him with everything he has ever wanted--- until now. Jean-Michel has become engaged to a charming
girl named Anne whose father is the head of the Morality, Family and Tradition
Party (or some such): an ultra-conservative, right-wing who believes that St.
Tropez should be rid of all of the transvestite houses ( La Cage
notwithstanding). Jean-Michel begs his father to hide Albin for a night,
repress his lifestyle to impress his fiancé, and pretend for 24 hours to be a straight
man in love with his wife of 20 some years.
Georges, out of love for his son, agrees. Albin, upon
learning that he must be out of the picture despite the time and effort and
heart he has invested in his adopted son’s raising, is rightfully crushed.
The play, then, switches between glitz and humour and
laugh-out-loud antics to downright heart-wrenching. The price of admission is worth it for Sieber
singing the show’s show-stopping number “I Am What I Am” : which is an anthem
of sorts for individuality and self- love. Here, also, for self-preservation. Here, a member of a family is being forced on
the outskirts to uphold societal tradition. Here, years of love and devotion are being
traded for what is “seen” as appropriate behavior in a nuclear unit. You can take this part of the show’s
experience out of context--- gay, straight, regardless of race or preference,
and imagine those moments when you, too, have felt that you must stand up for
your originality, your uniqueness, your viewpoint, your world.
I find this piece remarkably moving and Christopher Sieber
brought the house down with it.
The second act becomes a bit of a farce with an almost Neil
Simon realization of vibrant people with complicated circumstances in a forced
and cajoled environment. The musical
numbers are slightly more rare and the dancing antics of the Cagelles are
fenced while the deeper emotional center of the story is explored. Jean-Michel realizes his mistake in trading
deep and real love for superfluous superficiality and all’s well that ends
well.
Christopher Sieber, man! Christopher Sieber! He is a multiple
Tony-award nominee (Spamalot, Shrek, etc.,) and he is a tour-de-force.
Here's the Mooney on Theatre review: it's better than mine
1 comment:
My goodness. I would love to see this!
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