Thursday, February 28, 2008

"The 39 Steps"... and a Birthday Tribute

Before the Oscars last Sunday, I jetted down to the city to take in the matinee of The 39 Steps as part of my Roundabout subscription. I should preface anything I have to say with the following: I am an enormous fan of Hitchcock. In fact, it's easier for me to list his films I haven't seen: Topaz, Marnie, Under Capricorn, The Paradine Case, Spellbound and Jamaica Inn. Don't worry - I plan on getting to them in the near future. There are many of his films I love and only a couple that I dislike (Torn Curtain is my least favorite; even though as is the case with any lesser Hitchcock, there's always something to be appreciated). I have been obsessed with him ever since I first caught a glimpse of the shower scene when I was 7 and it scared the bejesus out of me - imagine my horror when I was told only a few minutes later it was time to shower and get ready for bed. I've devoured his films, read a lot about them and just enjoy them on many levels. (And a lot of them are surprisingly hilarious. Take for instance Mr. & Mrs. Smith with Carole Lombard in Hitch's sole screwball comedy; he uses his trademark styles to heighten the comedy and with hilarious results). I can only assume that the more you know Hitchcock, the more you'll enjoy The 39 Steps.

Anyway, the film is one of Hitchcock's early classics, released in 1935. I won't give away much of the plot, as it's a film that should be seen to be fully appreciated. Robert Donat stars as Richard Hannay, who is an early prototype for Hitchcock's trademark "wrong man" protagonist. Anyway, there's a murder; he's wrongly implicated and gets involved in an espionage plot as he and only he can try and stop the agents from fleeing the country with valuable information. All the while, he is being chased from London into Scotland by the police. Episodic and plot-driven, the film is a tour-de-force for Donat, who is supported by Madeleine Carroll (the first Hitchcock blonde...?) and the always perfect Peggy Ashcroft in a small but crucial role as a Scottish housewife. There are twists and turns and chases across the moors; great one-liners from Donat and one of the sexiest scenes to get by the censors when he and Carroll are handcuffed together (whether or not you see the play or film, you'll know the one I mean).

“I long for something mindless and trivial. Something utterly pointless...I know! I’ll go to the theater!!"

So Mr. Hannay decides in his opening monologue. You already know that this fateful decision is going to incite a slew of mystery and intrigue. But who knew slapstick comedy was going to be a part of the equation? This stage adaptation opened in London last season, winning the Olivier for Best New Comedy. In an incredible feat of unending creativity, the film is recreated onstage. The catch? There are four actors: one playing Hannay (the spot-on Charles Edwards, who originated the part in London; the lone actress (Jennifer Ferrin) playing the three pivotal female roles and two actors (Arnie Burton and Jonathan Saunders) playing EVERYONE ELSE, in a feat that is so audacious and clever, there aren't enough superlatives to praise the actor's hard work.

For a film that is as much a travelogue of Scotland as well as thriller, its staging is devilish fun. The proceedings keep things to a minimum with a lot of fun theatrical tricks and clever use of minimalist scenery (and props) to recreate large panoramic scenes (like the Moor chase) and even the uncanny and hilarious ability to recreate the many crowd scenes in the film (the moment where Hannay joins a parade to escape the police brought down the house). The show uses the wit of the screenplay to their best advantage, adding indelible low-comedy that will leave you breathless from excessive laughter. Watch Burton and Saunders as they portray about five characters having separate exchanges all at the same time. My favorite was their recreation of the famed hotel scene where the spies encounter the proprietor and wife. Nothing short of genius on their part.

There are also musical and textual references to other Hitchcock films, many of the music cues getting huge applause and a lot of strangely enjoyable groan-inducing puns (the music hall and vaudeville tradition put to use was welcomed wholeheartedly by the audience). The play flies by; each act is 45 minutes and is a decidedly engaging mix of absurdist parody and low-brow comedy. (Think of say, Airplane! as opposed to Spy Hard). My only qualm to the powers that be - it would be even better if the show ran without an intermission. You don't have to have seen the film to enjoy the play, but what the hell, it enhances one's appreciation for Mr. Hitchcock and I still find it quite good 73 years removed. It's worth of the price of admission alone to see the two supporting actors do their thing; I'm still reeling from their performances.

Oh, and for the curious, Mr. Hitchcock has a cameo. I won't tell you where or how, but it too stopped the show.

Before I sign off for the night, just wanted to wish the ever-youthful and ever-beautiful Bernadette Peters a happy 60th birthday. That is not a misprint. The beloved diva is reaching her milestone birthday looking nowhere near her age. Hopefully you all put on your favorite BP album (what did you listen to, I'm curious? I listened to Sunday in the Park With George) and take a glass to celebrate. This raises an important question: when is Bernadette coming back to Broadway and in what star vehicle? (Whatever the answer, it's not soon enough).

2 comments:

Esther said...

I'm so glad that you liked "The 39 Steps." I saw it Boston during its pre-Broadway run, and I loved it. It's so much fun to watch. The show does so much with four actors and a few props. I agree with you about Burton and Saunders, they are amazing. They're referred to as "clowns" in the Playbill and you can see why. They're terrific comic actors. The whole thing is so inventive and inspired. I loved the chase on the train, too. And I loved the shout-outs to other Hitchcock movies.

Theatre Aficionado at Large said...

I only wish that I could get back to see it again; alas, time constraints and prior theatrical commitments I've made are deeming that impossible. But, it was certainly a good time!

"He was *The Man Who Knew Too Much*" killed me (and almost everyone else in the house).