Benjamin Sheff and Carman Napier in Next to Normal (photo by
Bella Muccari)
by Eric Grunin
If you saw Alice Ripley give the performance of a lifetime in Next
to Normal, you might wonder if the tremendous impact of the show wasn't perhaps
dependent on having such a force of nature for its power. I'm pleased to report
that the answer is no: the Gallery Players in Brooklyn have mounted a
straightforward production that demonstrates the solid excellence of the piece.
If you didn't see it on Broadway, definitely check this out.
The story takes place in an American suburb and is centered on two
couples. Diana (Carman Napier), in her late 30s, was diagnosed as bipolar many
years ago, and her husband Dan (Chris Caron) has been doing his best to be
supportive ever since. Their daughter Natalie (Lindsay Bayer), a brilliant and
talented high school senior, acquires a new boyfriend, Henry (John Wascavage),
who is sweet but a bit of a stoner. We watch as the younger couple reflects and
refracts the experiences of the older one. Diana is struggling through a bad
patch that may be getting worse, and at one point Natalie warns Henry that she
herself might end up as crazy as her mother. Additionally, Diana is preoccupied
with her 18-year-old son Gabe (Luke Hoback), and the dramatis personae is
rounded out by various men of medicine, most notably Dr. Madden (Benjamin
Sheff).
It's notoriously difficult to talk about this story without giving
away key plot points, so let's just say that it follows Diana as she tries to
gain mental stability, with variable success. It's not maudlin, sentimental, or
polemical, it finds places to be witty without being glibly clever, and in the
end it's moving without being manipulative. It well deserved its 2010 Pulitzer
Prize for Drama.
The performers are all good to excellent. Napier is strong as
Diana without sounding like she's mimicking Ripley, and has a grasp of the
character; she also got all the jokes to land in the first scene with the
doctor, which is harder than it looks. Bayer made an exceptionally strong
impression as Natalie; virtually every time she began singing it grabbed us
authentically and immediately and wouldn't let go. (She actually got me tearing
up in her verse in the opening number, but maybe that was just me.)
Caron convincingly plays Dan as both wanting to do the right thing
and being a bit of a jerk, and Hoback was the right kind of live wire as Gabe.
Bayer and Wascavage had great chemistry together, a genuinely appealing take on
them as a couple. Other chemistry was more elusive: Diana and Dan never seemed
to feel love or even warmth towards each other, but when Gabe and Diana faced
each other at close quarters, their body language conveyed something rather
closer than mother and son. (Yes, it was a tiny bit creepy.) Napier's singing
was significantly better and more passionate when directed at Caron than to the
audience. But the interpersonal relationships of this show are exceptionally
tricky, and director Michael Bello deserves credit for getting even this close.
The musical was originally presented on a large three-story set,
while in this production's set (by Anne Sherer) has only a few steps separate
one level from another. It turns out that the story really does depend on the
multi-platform concept, but director Bello manages to make things clear enough
most of the time. The only major traffic problem was the opening number in Act
2, which was fairly confusing due to the lack of sufficient separation between
the middle level (Diana, and later Natalie) and the lower level (doctors).
The rest of the physical production was generally good. A back
wall of family photographs located us inside Diana's head, and costumes
(Heather Carey) were simple and effective. But perhaps makeup could get Napier
looking appropriately older (she appeared closer to 29 than 39), and the food
props were distractingly weird: "bread" that was too obviously foam
rubber, and a "birthday cake" which seemed as high as it was wide,
looking very much like a hatbox. The band had a great rhythm section, but the
strings had some surprisingly sour moments, and the synth patch used to emulate
a piano needs to sound more like the real thing. Lighting design (Scott Cally)
was good, and though I'm not sure what the vertical strip lights on the
audience's right were meant to represent, somehow they contributed. There were
a couple of times where it would have been good if they had dimmed the
secondary characters, such as when Dan sings to Diana over the birthday cake,
or Dan's solo number as he mops the floor near the end of Act 1.
The one truly serious technical deficiency was the sound. Bayer's
microphone kept dropping out, poor equalization frequently degraded intelligibility,
and in "My Psychopharmacologist and I" Napier's voice was sometimes
completely swamped by the background parts, which almost ruined the middle
section of the song. (Sound design is credited to Jacob Subotnick, but
equalization and balance are the responsibility of whoever was actually at the
soundboard during the performance.) Fortunately in a house this small you get a
fair amount of direct sound from the actors--even when Bayer's mic quit you
could still hear her reasonably well.
Even with all these small imperfections, the show is powerfully
moving, and the audience was just as torn up as they should have been. So
again, if you've never seen this show you should definitely check this out. If
you're a student of musical theater, and have only seen the Broadway
production, you too should see it, because it will show you what works easily
and what needs special attention to come off.
Next to Normal
The Gallery Players
199 14th Street, Brooklyn
Through October 5, 2014
Tickets through GalleryPlayers.com
Running time: 120 minutes, one intermission