Randy Harrison Rocked the Berks in The Who’s “Tommy”

Tommy at the Colonial Theatre

(Shown in our lead photo above are Paige Scott and Randy Harrison. Photo by Christy Wright.)

Last night there was a miracle – in more ways than one – on South Street in Pittsfield. The Who’s Tommy is the first production of the newly minted Berkshire Theatre Group and it was more than good, or great. It was heart-thumpingly fantastic. By the time the classic story of Peter Townshend’s deaf, dumb and blind boy had been told, the audience was up and out of its seats, whooping, hollering, dancing in the aisles with complete joy and abandon.

In decades of seeing theatre, including the original Broadway version of Tommy, and its national road show company, I have never seen anything like this response before. My delight with the show was pretty unexpected too, as I found tears of joy suddenly streaming down my face.

Tommy stars Randy Harrison. Jaime Davidson photo.

But I am a critic and this is supposed to be an objective review.

So I have pulled myself together to try to give you the reasons why, despite the many Tommy‘s before it, this is the one to see and save in your memory.

The main reason is that they were true to the concept, the story and the music. Back in 2003 Jared Coseglia directed a violent Punk Rock version at BTF’s Unicorn Theatre in which Mrs. Walker’s lover was a lesbian, and their Tommy was not ours. They created a hate-filled (and hateful) Tommy who was shot and killed by Sally Simpson soon after he had beaten her to a pulp. Sometimes directors get carried away – Coseglia focused on Townshend’s penchant for smashing guitars instead of the actual work itself, and thought it clever.

But atonement and redemption has now been achieved since this production was in the hands of those who clearly love the work.

When Peter Townshend (mostly) and The Who (a little) wrote this rock opera, with its overture, underture, afterture and exiture, they were playing with the forms of musical theatre and opera. In fact there is little spoken dialogue in the work, most everything is sung, aria and recitative style, both similar to and completely different from opera as most of us know it.

The Berkshire Theatre Festival and the Colonial Theatre shared another historic first last night – the birth of the Berkshire Theatre Group, the name of their newly merged corporate entities. Tommy is their first joint production. May they live long and prosper.

Entering the glorious gilded Colonial Theatre the sight of the stage stops you short. Where you normally see the theatre’s lush red velvet and gold fringed curtain there is no curtain at all. The set simply soars to the top of the proscenium arch, and soaring steel girders tease the eye as they march from upstage to down. A giant tondo screen hovers in the center of it all, with constantly changing projects that amplify the settings or characters we are watching. Gary M. English designed the scenery, and Shawn E. Boyle (with Kim Dowd) the brilliantly original and creative projection images. I especially loved how they incorporated Randy Harrison as Tommy into them as the story progressed. They should do a flip book of the whole image collection and sell them at Mass MoCA. I’d buy one in a heartbeat.

Jenny Powers, Paige Scott and James Barry in Berkshire Theatre Festival and the Colonial Theatre's 2011 production of The Who's Tommy by Pete Townshend and Des McAnuff. Directed by Eric Hill. Photo by Christy Wright.

All this before the show even began. After the house lights dimmed the great music began with its stirring first chords, and the show was underway. At first the story is told through a series of rapidly changing tableau vivants leading to the key moment when Tommy is struck speechless, sightless and unable to hear. We meet his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Walker (a formidable James Barry and most affecting Jenny Powers) and relatives, the alcoholic and pedophilic Uncle Ernie (Christopher Gurr) and his sadistic Cousin Kevin (Ben Rosenblatt).

Later we meet the Acid Queen played by the unstoppable Angela Robinson.

Soon the story is swirling before us on stage in a nonstop outpouring of song and dance. The years tick by. Tommy is a young boy when the story starts and progresses in age as he discovers his talent for pinball wizardry. To show the different stages of development Tommy is played by Paige Scott at age 4 and Connor McNinch at age 10, and then by Randy Harrison as he matures.

In the first act Harrison also acts as the narrator, until the second act in which he finally becomes free. From that moment on, the show belongs to him, and indeed the story has the crowd following him like the pinball rock star he has become.

Randy Harrison and Jenny Powers in Berkshire Theatre Festival and the Colonial Theatre's 2011 production of The Who's Tommy by Pete Townshend and Des McAnuff. Directed by Eric Hill. Photo by Christy Wright.

We have seen Harrison in any number of roles over the years, both on the famed television series Queer as Folk that first brought him to the public’s attention, and in dozens of less visible roles off, off-off and so-far-off-Broadway-you-need-a-transfer.

He was a brilliant male ingenue in QAF, but his work as a mature actor on stage is actually more riveting. He has earned his bona fides as a master of drama, comedy and musicals, and with this role, he can add rock star to his resume. The voice we heard in the theatre was not the same one he used in Wicked on Broadway, it was throatier, raspier as is the standard in rock, yet it had the clarity and innocence that was required for this role. One can only guess where this show, this role may lead him in the future.

Still, Harrison is a company man, having spent the last half dozen summers in this area with the Berkshire Theatre Festival. As is typical for the company that Kate Maguire leads, it has quite a few actors and a creative team that have worked with each other on previous projects.

The big daddy of this Tommy, however, is director Eric Hill who is also a master of many styles. He glommed onto Tommy much as the audience clearly did, probably from the instant the concept album was first released. In fact there are millions of us who joined Peter Townshend on his original musical journey in our earlier lives, connecting with its main theme of “See me, hear me, feel me, heal me.”

We saw that in the highly emotional reaction of the audience last night, and in the stunning intensity of the performance delivered by the cast of 23. Actually make that 43. Twenty more people filed on stage during the “Come to My House” scene, and with the six piece band brought the total forces to fifty.

The public has not changed in thousands of years, we still love spectacle, and this Tommy provided that in spades. Somewhere in the space a fog machine was chugging out clouds of atmosphere that constantly filled the upper reaches, while at times the lights flashed and disco balls whirred filling the theatre with sparkling efflorescence.

Angela Robinson is an unforgettable Acid Queen

On stage the ensemble was hard at work dancing and singing, with the energetic choreography of Gerry McIntyre. Here is the only place where the the truncated rehearsal period showed a few ragged edges. The company had only about three and half weeks of preparation and previews to pull this show together, basically from scratch. The detail and depth of the final production under Eric Hill’s guidance is a wonder to behold. And the dancing is right up there too, though the repetition of certain combinations (like head nods and hand waves) showed this observer that time was too short to do much more. In a show as complex as this, there is always the choice between the music, the dramatic, the technical and the choreographic. That the line between where the director ended and the choreographer took over is invisible makes for a seamless performance, and only someone who has watched Bob Fosse at work can understand the depth that dance makers go to enhance a show.

The musical forces were well deployed, too, though much smaller than the original Broadway orchestra. That’s not a bad thing, since Broadway union rules forced it to have a totally unnecessary string section. But the instrumentation here was a little too dependent on keyboards, while I think some hearing impaired doofus told the trumpet player to hold back. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Stifling that horn made some portions of the music sound amateurish, weak and timid when it should be loud, clear and forceful. The drumming and guitar work on the other hand was pretty hot.

If you have the original concept album you will find the story is much stronger on stage than on the record. And it is hard to believe today that it was originally banned by the BBC and some US radio stations.

The crowd adores Tommy. Jaime Davidson photo.

Despite my curmudgeonly criticisms, this Tommy is a fresh, clean interpretation of the original, and while the set, staging and characterizations are largely new, it respects and honors all the important elements of the original material. Townshend had a large role in adapting Tommy for the stage, including writing a new song for the staged version, “I Believe my own Eyes” sung by Mr. and Mrs. Walker in Act II.

Some wonder if Tommy is really a Broadway style musical or a rock opera. Does that really matter? Of course it is not really an opera but more like a rock cantata or rock song cycle. In some ways you could compare it to an oratorio like Handel’s Messiah. (What irony in that concept.) That too originally had no dialogue, but only solos, choruses and instrumental passages.

So, say hallelujah and go get your tickets now. The show will be gone, vanished, disappeared in a week. Followed by the weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth of all the Tommy-come-latelies who are sleeping though a true miracle of showmanship and rock music on stage.

The Berkshire Theatre Group presents Tommy, Music and Lyrics by Pete Townshend, Book by Pete Townshend and Des McAnuff, Additional music and lyrics by John Entwistle and Keith Moon, DIrected by Eric Hill, Choreography by Gerry McINtyre, Musical Direction by Randy Redd. Cast: Zi Alikhan (Pinball Lad/Ensemble), Jordan Barbour (The Specialist/Ensemble), Aaron Barcelo (Hawker/Ensemble), Chris Chianese (Lover/Pinball Lad/Ensemble), Brett Dameron (Pinball Lad/Ensemble), Rory Donovan (Minister/Mr. Simpson/Ensemble), Christopher Gurr (Uncle Ernie), Randy Harrison (Tommy/Narrator), Jaclyn Miller (Assistant to the Specialist/Mrs. Simpson/Ensemble Dance Captain), Jenny Powers (Mrs. Walker), Angela Robinson (Acid Queen), Ben Rosenblatt (Cousin Kevin/Ensemble), Hannah Shankman (Sally Simpson/Ensemble). Ensemble: Hallie Brevetti,Emily Brown, Rebecca Leigh, Connor McNinch, Paige Scott, Brain Scannell, Tessa Hope Slovis, Christopher-Michael Vecchia, Margaret Wild. July 7-16, 2011. About Two hours with one intermission. At the Colonial Theatre, Pittsfield, MA.

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  3. I couldn’t agree more with this review–it took the words rights out of my mouth (well, it took them out and made them a lot more eloquent, and I don’t know enough about orchestras or strings to comment responsibly on them, but with the same general idea).

    As soon as we returned to our hotel after the post-party for the opening, I wrote this on the BTF facebook page:

    “WOW! I go to a lot of musicals, and there have only been a handful where, at
    the end, the audience is as one entity, on its feet singing and clapping along at the end;
    the roars were deafening, the crowd was going wild.

    Looking at the actors onstage during those last few minutes; the rapport between
    the cast members seemed palpable, and extended seamlessly to include the
    audience members, caught up in the moment as well.

    If I had been one of those actors, and I’d was still harboring any doubts about
    my own abilities, this would be the moment where I could say unhesitatingly to
    myself, “YES! I have made it!’”

    One thing about having seen so many plays now is that looking at the Playbill becomes
    more entertaining, as I comb through the actors’ bios, and start to say, ” I’ve seen him in this,” or “do you remember, we saw her our first year here?”

    My husband and I have watched Randy Harrison blossom as an actor from the first minute of his first appearance on television, and although my husband doesn’t quite have my “groupie” status, he’s been to a number of shows now in which Randy has appeared.

    Since my own first visit to Amadeus, at the BTF in 2006; I’ve been to most of those shows mentioned in his bios, as well as some which aren’t listed, including those so far off Broadway you need a transfer. I live in the NY Metro area. The trip to the Berkshires was quite a stretch for me, as my customary driving range was about two hours, and I don’t enjoy traveling outside my comfort zone. I was interested in seeing Randy on stage, but I remember thinking at the time, “with all that exposure on television, you’d think he could find a better summer job than off in the mountains somewhere.” Mea culpa–I am now wiser, and realize that the Berkshires is a sort of DisneyWorld for the arts. But on the occasion of my first visit, I felt as if I’d circumnavigated the globe. I actually met and spoke to Randy that night,and I cringe to remember I said I had made the trip in spite of the fact that I “didn’t like to make left turns.” My friends and family recognize that as shorthand for hating to drive. Randy got a glazed look in his eyes–probably asking himself “why do I get all the nuts?”–but must have decided I was a harmless kook, particularly as I was accompanied by three teenage boys

    He mentioned something about probably having to make a few left turns along the way to get there. I imagine while he was saying this, he was trying to unobtrusively check out his escape route. I didn’t recognize the absurdity of my response until one of the boys mentioned it later that night. I was mortified.

    For the record, I make left turns all the time!

    I wasn’t the one driving this visit, my husband was, and as we left the theater, he was shaking his head in amazement at the show, and commenting on how he’d had no idea of the extent of Randy’s talent. Not too many opportunities to break into song on a television series, and what a voice! I felt like a doting relative who’d been attending all her nephew’s school plays for years, and I turned to my husband and said jokingly, “Oh, our little boy is all grown up now.”

    So sad that the show only runs for a week; I’d be recruiting all the Tommy fans of my youth, who wore out their LPs going back to play Uncle Ernie’s scandalous tale one more time.

    I can’t wait to see what’s on the horizon for next year.

  4. 100% agreed. I was there Saturday, and the feeling of stardom in the making was palpable. Kudos to all in the supporting cast:) A real treat!

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