It’s Only a Play

It's Only a Play

This Terrence McNally revival packs a lot of star power but no punch.

Listen folks, I’m sorry to report that I was disappointed by It’s Only a Play. Matt and I were very much looking forward to it, and being that it’s one of the hottest tickets, this was one of our splurges money-wise this season. With its starry cast, stellar creative team, and modernized script, we figured we couldn’t go wrong.

The loose plot centers around a group of theatre people at an opening night party awaiting the reviews, primarily the Times. You’ve got the producer (Megan Mullally), the playwright (Matthew Broderick), the director (Rupert Grint), the star (Stockard Channing), a critic (F. Murray Abraham), the playwright’s friend who passed on the project (Nathan Lane), and the coat check boy (“introducing Micah Stock”). All in one room told in real time (click here for highlights).

Things start out amusingly enough. I mean, I’ll watch Nathan Lane live anytime with a perfectly content smile on my face. There’s a section early on with just him on stage, and I would have been happy if the whole play had been that. Maybe I’ll go watch The Nance on PBS instead and revisit that production.

It’s Only a Play is overflowing with inside jokes about the theatre world, many of which would completely go over the average theatre-goer’s head. McNally has updated all of the now-dated references to today’s celebrities and to more recent theatre tiffs (e.g. Shia LaBeouf, Alec Baldwin). Practically every show currently running on Broadway is thrown into the mix, and it gets old fast. There is more name-dropping in this show than…um…just trust me. Hilary Clinton, Denzel Washington, Frank Langella, Lady Gaga, a whole lotta names – most of which are mentioned alongside jokes at their expense. There are so many punchlines that are equivalent to a celebrity shout-out that it started to get on my nerves. Those are cheap shots in my book (although the malicious jokes didn’t seem as malicious coming out of Lane’s mouth).

Matthew Broderick’s stiff performance falls flat with his consistently understated and monotone delivery. Any energy that is built up by the other characters collapses around them when he arrives onstage. He has a huge speech in the first act (which ends with the line: “Speech done”) when he gets up on a soap box and talks about the theatre today and how its integrity is basically falling apart at the seams. What have we done to it? Remember the good old days? And so on and so forth. People applauded like crazy afterward, yet I sat there feeling insulted. I understand the self-awareness aspect of referencing the trend of movie stars taking over Broadway and names above the title, and that’s what this play is doing too (get it??), but it didn’t come across as witty to me. [title of show] did the self-aware comedy much more effectively and humorously. Nathan Lane’s character referring to the actor Nathan Lane for an easy laugh? Come on. There was so much applause after lines, big speeches, entrances, and exits, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Were the people around us clapping for the play? The production? Or just the stars they love? Does Stockard Channing leaving the stage after saying something triumphantly warrant exit applause? If it had been any other actor, would the audience have cared?

Wow, I’m starting to sound bitter. Let me dial it back, and get back on topic. Take a breath, Becca.

Perhaps I’m not the target audience. I know that the most of the reviews tell me I’m in the minority, but neither Matt nor I laughed much. Grint was a caricature, as was Mullally. This approach could maybe work if everyone was giving the same stylized performance, but with Broderick, for example, playing everything down, you’re left with a bunch of people in different plays. One of the things that makes You Can’t Take It With You such a hit in my book is that it has a cast of fully-realized individual characters who all could be the star of the show with their crazy antics, but simultaneously, they’re in sync with one another. That family is under the same roof and in the same play, whereas It’s Only a Play’s characters all seem to be attending different opening night parties.

It’s Only a Play
Written by Terrence McNally, Directed by Jack O’Brien
Schoenfeld Theatre, Closing January 4, 2015
Photo Credit: Sara Krulwich
Pictured: Rupert Grint, Megan Mullally, Matthew Broderick, Nathan Lane and Stockard Channing

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The Nance

You may not know what The Nance is; you may simply know it as “that play Nathan Lane is in.” Well, you’re right. This is quite the vehicle for a first-rate Nathan Lane performance, and I’m very glad I got to witness it up close and personal. As for the rest of the scoop, here are the basics you need to know.

The Nance is a new play by Douglas Carter Beane (known for The Little Dog Laughed and Xanadu) centered around Chauncey Miles (Lane), a burlesque performer. We find ourselves in Manhattan in 1937, and the law is starting to come down hard on burlesque shows and what is considered appropriate (and inappropriate) for the stage. In Chauncey’s vaudeville act, the double-entendres fly as he relishes in his primary character, “the Nance.” The nance is essentially a campy stereotype of a gay man, also referred to at the time as a pansy. Despite playing a very popular (and very funny) nance onstage, Chauncey is expected to hide his homosexuality everywhere else. On a stunning rotating set, we follow Chauncey and the people in his life, laughing with them every step of the way, even though we know deep down that darker times are quickly approaching.

A brief note on the Tony nominations. I am honestly shocked this wasn’t nominated for Best Play this season (it did receive five nominations total), and yet Beane’s book for Cinderella, which I’m sorry to say I couldn’t stand, did nab a nomination. The Nance as a whole is a little scattered in regard to the themes it wants to cover in a short amount of time, but the characters are strong and the story engrossing.

As for the performances, they were fantastic across the board. It goes without saying that Nathan is a powerhouse force to be reckoned with. He could win the Tony for this Mama Rose type of role. The supporting cast is also wonderful, particularly Jonny Orsini as Chauncey’s lover. As my friend put it, Orsini was “deceptively good.” In the beginning I was not enjoying his work, but later in Act I, I realized how excellent he really was and how enthralled I was with his character’s arc, watching him find himself over the course of the play. Lewis J. Stadlen, as Chauncey’s partner in the show within a show, added great comedy, and Cady Huffman (The Producers reunion!), Andréa Burns, and Jenni Barber were terrific as well. So yes! Overall, I very much enjoyed this production and recommend checking it out, especially to those of you who have not had the opportunity to see Nathan Lane perform live.


The Nance
Written by Douglas Carter Beane, Directed by Jack O’Brien
Lyceum Theatre
Photo Credit: LCT Poster Artwork
Pictured: Nathan Lane