by Douglas Messerli
Stephen Schwartz (music and lyrics), Roger O Hirson (libretto,
with contributions by Bob Fosse), David Sheehan (director) Pippin / 1981
[TV production]
I never saw Pippin on
Broadway and had no inclination to listen to an original cast recording,
particularly since Stephen Schwartz—despite his great successes with Godspell
and Wicked, the latter of which I listened to simply because I was
trapped on an airplane—does not particularly impress as a composer or lyricist.
May the tourists keep the show open for years, but I’ll never visit it.
The other day, however, I noticed that a Canadian television version of
the musical was available on my HDBroadway site, and decided to give it a
chance. I’m glad I did.
And yes, there is a kind rowdy circus atmosphere to much of the show,
particularly with those who guide the confused young Pippin (William Katt), son
of the conqueror Charlemagne, through his search for a meaningful life.
Pippin, who has been well educated—perhaps in the manner of Candide by
Dr. Pangloss—believes that he destined for an identity that defines his being.
As he sings in “Corner of the Sky”:
[pippin]
Everything has its season
Everything has its time
Show me a reason and I'll soon show
you a rhyme
Cats fit on the windowsill
Children fit in the snow
Why do I feel I don't fit in
anywhere I go?
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can
run free
Got to find my corner of the sky
To find how he might fit into the world the young Pippin first explores
war with his violent half-brother, whom even Charlemagne (Benjamin Rayson)
calls an idiot. War is clearly not the gentle Pippin’s destiny.
The troupe—who through Bob Fosse’s choreography and directorial
additions look more like figures out of Cabaret than a traveling circus
band—next proffer up to Pippin a magical landscape of sexual possibilities:
lesbian, gay, and heterosexual. The educated young man clearly does not
perceive any these as his “corner of the sky.”
Charlemagne argues that if Pippin thinks he can do better he should kill
him, which Pippin quickly does by stabbing him in the back.
Immediately crowned King, Pippin is suddenly met head on with numerous
conundrums, none of which he can solve. Begging for release from his newly
attained position, Pippin begs for his father’s return. The Leading Player (Ben
Vereen) suddenly brings Charlemagne back to life, Pippin stalking off in search
of his true destiny once more.
All along this musical has also been a sort of statement about theater
itself. And there is no better evidence of this in the next adventure along
Pippin’s path when he meets a wealthy widow who is smitten by the arch of
Pippin’s foot.
Taking him back to her home, she nurses him back to health, and
encourages him to become one of her hired hands to plant her gardens and fix up
any areas of the estate that need carpentry.
Pippin, inevitably, grows tired of this as well, and she finally invites
him into her home to sit at her table, possibly becoming her new husband. The
two have sex, the first time a disaster, but the second time a success. As she
pleads with Pippin to sit at the head of the table, The Leading Player suddenly
reappears to criticize her acting, demanding that she do the scene over,
scolding instead of speaking pleasantly.
The Leading Player and his troop try to cheer him up with their finale,
which does include magic tricks, including one figure who seemingly immolates
himself. Pippin scoffs, knowing it was a trick. “But it won’t be when you
perform it,” argues The Leading Player.
In short, they demand for the finale of the show that the always
searching Pippin end his quest by allowing himself to be burned up alive.
If Pippin utterly rejects the idea, they cajole him on how perfect it
would be, the audience going home teary eyed for the death of the always
unhappy hero.
Suddenly Pippin determines that he is better off with the widow and her
child than being dead, and determines to return to her.
Angry with the course of events The Leading Player and his troupe
suddenly take away all the theatrical elements of this work, halting the
orchestra’s instruments, stripping the stage of curtains, lights, and other
elements of the set. We witness a stage the way it might appear before any
theatrical sleight-of-hand.
The widow, Pippin, and her son now
stand, almost naked in theatrical terms, on a devastated stage, but sure of
their futures and, finally for Pippin, of his own true identity. It is the
story of Candide one again. They almost sing “Make Our Garden Grow.”
One commentator complained that the
Canadian production “truncated” the original, primarily it seems, by dropping
two words and cutting one song, “I Guess I’ll Miss the Man.” But any production
that also brought in three Broadway legends: Vereen, Chita Rivera as
Charlemagne’s sexy and plotting wife (“I’m just and ordinary housewife,” she
declares), and Martha Raye as Berthe, Pippin’s grandmother (who demands that
the audience sing along with her until last chorus, when she takes over), is
just fine with me.
Los Angeles, June 12, 2020
Reprinted from USTheater, Opera,
and Performance (June 2020).
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