|
|
||
Liza MinnelliLiza's at the PalacePalace Theatre
|
||
![]() Her signature songs in her signature style make up a big chunk of the first act of the two-hour show. Yes, we get “Cabaret” and “Maybe This Time” and a few others, still vibrant, and ballads like “He’s Funny That Way.” Sure, Liza fans will recall them done years (and years) (and years!) before with more vocal power and sustained notes, even fearless abandon. Now, at age 62, there isn’t voice to burn, but few performers can be older timeless miracles like Marilyn Maye or Keely Smith. If there’s some labored breathing between songs (in the patter) and clipped notes and a performer pacing herself, such is life and its toll. We still get plenty of entertainment value. A highlight is the medley of songs of past Palace Theatre stars. It was once sung by Liza’s mother, Judy Garland, when she played the Palace. Charles Aznavour’s “What Makes a Man a Man?” is a nuanced, dramatic showpiece. The second act, celebrating and recreating the nightclub work of her godmother, Kay Thompson, is absolutely sensational. Here the work of the supporting cast cannot be over-praised. With dazzling dance steps and spectacular, ringing harmonies, they’re smashing, dashing, smiling and beguiling. The quartet, recreating the famous Williams Brothers in their 1940s act, is made up of the excellent Cortes Alexander and Tiger Martina plus two multi-talented, charismatic guys especially known and admired in cabaret circles: Jim Caruso and Johnny Rodgers. Then, of course, there’s Liza’s frequent partner, the ever-sensational and musically creative Billy Stritch, no stranger to cabaretland. His musical supervision, piano playing and some vocalizing are all major assets. No surprise. Bandleader/drummer Mike Berkowitz has also become a more familiar face on the nightclub scene, as he leads the new Gene Krupa (tribute) band. Another cabaret graduate from the clubs is Matt Berman on lights. Seeing the fast-paced, happiness-infused and complex routines is the equivalent of an adrenalin rush as they go through their paces with panache and polish. When Liza exits for a costume change, they much more than hold their own with the song “Liza” (why not? Its lyrics were written by her godfather, Ira Gershwin). Liza’s rapport with the audience is savvy and she acknowledges the more rabid contingent without letting it take over. She’s warm and funny, self-deprecating and appreciative. Ron Lewis’ direction and choreography are sharp and precise and the whole evening is a whole lot of wow. Rob Lester |
||