I went along to see the 2015 graduating class’s final
musical on Monday night with a mix of curiosity and some trepidation. I was
intrigued to see how certain elements, particularly the telekinesis, would be
staged as well as the infamous climax. Then there was the knowledge that in its
original incarnation Carrie the Musical was a notorious flop. It seemed such
an odd choice to close out the year for this group of very talented musical
theatre performers.
The results were mixed. The talent on display was in no
doubt. This graduating class has swept all before it and has been outstanding
in their two previous outings in 2015. The writing and construction of the
musical itself, well, that’s a different story. I reminded myself of Stephen
King’s tale by watching the remake of Brian De Palma’s classic horror movie
starring Chloe Moretz as the bullied teenager with telekinetic powers and
Julianne Moore as her fanatically religious mother. It’s quite a slow burn
narrative that relentlessly builds towards the bloody finale as Carrie wreaks
retribution on those who have humiliated her at the school prom.
It’s here where the musical form and the horror genre seem
at odds. Carrie White and her mother are, in many ways, quite impenetrable
characters; the former so withdrawn and repressed she doesn’t even know her own
body; the latter, gripped by irrational fears and the horror of everyday life.
The musical though attempts to do what musicals do so well – give their
characters an emotional life and expose their internal monologues through song.
In Carrie’s first number she sings about her hopes and dreams; mother and
daughter share an early duet where Margaret White expresses her love for her daughter;
other characters reveal motivations and fears and feelings in song.
This totally undercuts any tension as, while not
sympathetic, they come across as, well, at least understandable. A mother, as
misguided as she is, wanting to protect her child; a loner considered a freak
who only wants to fit in and be loved. It’s all too explicit whereas in film
it’s all in the eyes and facial expressions as we watch the reactions to the
unfolding calamity. Here it felt like the typical ugly duckling turning into a
beautiful swan story… with a bit of mayhem tacked on at the end.
Of course, the other element a stage musical cannot
replicate is the special effects. Carrie’s growing understanding of her powers
and the display of that ability is somewhat perfunctory. The songs themselves
are not overly memorable and the score feels like it wants to be a rock musical
but doesn’t really commit to that goal. But enough of the failings of the Book,
Music and Lyrics, let’s talk about the performance itself.
What strikes you above all is the outstanding vocal ability
of this class. Heather Manley has a superb voice and is a warm presence as
Carrie. That in itself is problematic as she flashes a stunning smile and sings
about all the things a normal teenage girl longs for – acceptance, a handsome
beau, a special evening at the biggest social event of the year, love. No
amount of dowdy costuming can hide that eminently watchable quality so her
transformation into the belle of the ball is hardly unexpected. It’s difficult
to find the freak here as her featured songs are too revealing and too well
sung. There are flashes of steel as the character confronts her mother and
occasionally her tormentors before Carrie White’s horrific vengeance is
unleashed. Manley makes for a memorable sight after being doused by a bucket of
(fake) pig’s blood which was perfectly executed on the night.
Matilda Moran has perhaps the most difficult role as the
devoutly religious mother who has sheltered her daughter so completely that it
would make Wendla Bergmann blush. The attempt in Margaret White’s early songs
to make her ‘relatable’ works totally against the nominally scary aspects that
come later. Moran also has to deal with some overly convoluted lyrics but shows
a fine voice when given the chance with more ballad style numbers that aren’t
trying to cram a whole lot of exposition into the lyrics.
Tayla Jarrett plays popular girl Sue Snell who has a change
of heart after initially mocking Carrie to be an ally of sorts though Sue’s
decisions ultimately lead to the disaster that happens. Jarret also has faux
narrator duties as she is ‘interrogated’ periodically in a device designed to
get us into the story proper. As the sole survivor she gives a little bit of
snark to her unseen questioner and also stands up to Jess Phillippi’s bitchy
Chris whose belligerence is another catalyst for the climax.
Phillippi is all attitude and strut as she plots her own vengeance but sadly the character largely vanishes in the second act which robs the show of much needed energy and narrative propulsion. The character’s boyfriend, Billy, played with malevolent charm by Daniel Ridolfi is also unfortunately sidelined for large stretches.
Phillippi is all attitude and strut as she plots her own vengeance but sadly the character largely vanishes in the second act which robs the show of much needed energy and narrative propulsion. The character’s boyfriend, Billy, played with malevolent charm by Daniel Ridolfi is also unfortunately sidelined for large stretches.
By comparison Sue’s boyfriend Tommy, played by Morgan Palmer,
is genuinely charming as he draws Carrie out of herself. Palmer has a showcase
moment in what was shaping as quite a corny scene until Tommy’s attempt at
poetry bursts into song with a sweet clarity that was as unexpected as it was
welcome. Rosabelle Elliott gives the gym teacher Miss Gardner a mix of
sternness and concern while Harry Prouse added some goofy humour as the Principal
and Reverend Bliss.
The ensemble, as I’ve come to expect with WAAPA shows, was
great and all had small moments to shine but really don’t have that much to do
here. Some of the choreography also felt (intentionally?) cheesy at times
especially coming from a group that crushed Urinetown and Legally Blonde with
such ferocity. As always, the orchestra under David King played well and the
staging and lighting was well handled.
It’s an odd show and it often felt as if I was watching a
weirdly perverted version of the religious elements of Children of Eden mashed
together with the school style hijinks of Legally Blonde. If only the biting satire of Urinetown was part of that concoction. While it doesn’t work as a
coherent production it does give us yet another glimpse of the enormous talent
in the 2015 class. Speed on Showcase!
Music by Michael Gore, Lyrics by Dean Pitchford, Book by
Lawrence D. Cohen based on the Stephen King novel, Carrie The Musical is
directed by Crispin Taylor with Musical Director David King and stars WAAPA’s
third year musical theatre students. It is on at the Geoff Gibbs Theatre until 29 August.
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