9/29/23
I first saw the Tony-Award-winning Sweeney Todd on Broadway in 1979. That’s almost 45 years ago. I saw it again last night at Theater West End in Sanford, Florida. A lot of changes have transpired in my life between those two performances, the most significant of which has been the person I now attend shows with.
Back in 1979, it was Susan. She lived in Lower Manhattan. I lived in the Bronx. We met in the middle for shenanigans. Sometimes it was Lincoln Center. Sometimes it was Carnegie Hall. But Manhattan’s Theater District was our favorite haunt. NYC is an amazing place to catch live theater. I got lucky with Sweeney Todd. Knowing me, I probably bought the tickets because they were the least expensive.
Of course, I’d seen commercials for the show on TV, which spotlighted the show’s two stars, Len Cariou and Angela Lansbury. It looked like a horror movie set to music. “Oh, good,” I thought. “Maybe Susan will get scared and cuddle tight with me all night.”
But my drive-in delusions of having Susan pressed up against me were exactly that: delusions. For those who don’t know the plot, Sweeney Todd is the story of a barber falsely imprisoned by an evil judge who takes possession of the barber’s wife and child. When the barber regains his freedom, the bloody mayhem begins, and I mean bloody.
On stage, both in 1979 and last night, high-pitched sound effects accompany many of the murder scenes, as well as copious amounts of fake blood. When I saw the show with Susan, I was unprepared for the carnage. I pulled my arm from her shoulder after the first murder scene.
“Holy cow!” I said. “You see that?”
Susan just laughed. Spoiler alert: She was the tough guy in our relationship. I spent the rest of the show pushed back deeply in my seat and leaning toward her for safety. It was like watching a scary movie, except in this movie Jack the Ripper sings.
Fast forward to last night. Would I have the same visceral experience I had back in ’79? My guess was “no,” largely due to my maturation and my years of media exposure to true-life serial killers. The 2007 release of the Sweeney Todd movie (with Johnny Depp in the starring role) had also helped desensitize me, or so I figured.
I turned to Donna as the theater lights dimmed and felt confident. Donna was definitely an upgrade on Susan. She also would never tolerate an arm around her shoulder. When she’s focused on the arts, distract her at your own risk.
The opening song of Sweeney Todd (music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim) is one of my favorites. It summarizes the arc of the madman’s life. But hearing about what will come never quite prepares you, not with the harrowing tale of “Sweeney…of Sweeney Todd…the demon barber of Fleet….Street!”
Last night’s performance did not disappoint. There wasn’t a weak singer in the cast, although the performances by the actors who portrayed Anthony, Tobie, and Mrs. Lovett were especially memorable. And, of course, who could forget the agony portrayed by Sweeney Todd himself. As the actors mingled among the audience during the performance, I said to myself, “Don’t make eye contact with Sweeney. Don’t make eye contact!”
Catch the show wherever you can see it, whether with this ensemble or another. It’s worth the chills. For me it was a reminder that it’s not about the journey or the destination but about the company. Thanks for buying the tickets, Donna. Wanna’ cuddle?
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