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April
09, 1998
DEFINITELY
DORIS: THE MUSIC OF DORIS DAY
at
the Falcon Theatre
Reviewed
by Rob Kendt
There
was the Doris Day who mattered, and then there was "Doris Day" the
brand name. The first was a sunny, springy musical comedienne and persuasive
pop crooner; the latter was the witless, scary icon of virginal feminine honor,
a second career of sorts that Ms. Day embarked upon at the age of 35 (with Pillow
Talk),
and with which her name became synonymous. You'd think that a show put together
by a trio of avid fans--in this case, performer/writer Patty Carver,
writer/arranger Leo P. Carusone, and director/producer Jerry Goehring--might do
a little sifting for us, and help us rediscover the Day who lit up the ageless
film musicals Pajama Game and Calamity Jane and who not only
admirably fronted Les Brown's big band but made a few elegant, mostly
overlooked jazz trio records.
Instead,
in the new revue Definitely Doris, we're treated to an ungainly sugar headache of
a show. It touches on some obvious hits--"Sentimental Journey,"
"Que Sera, Sera"--but is top-loaded with some of the most inane and
worthless tunes Day pressed to vinyl (does the world ever need to hear "By
the Kissing Rock" or "Candy Lips" again?). And Carusone's
arrangements, played by music director Dan Belzer at the piano and bassist
Steven Cowee, are square and syrupy. That's fine for some of Day's upbeat
cornpone material--"Anyway the Wind Blows," "A Guy Is a
Guy," or Calamity Jane's rousing "Deadwood Stage"--but it
condemns the jazzier fare, from "Ten Cents a Dance" to "Lover
Come Back," to Lawrence Welk territory. Larry Sousa's musical staging
steps in to provide a bit of business, most of it diverting if uninspiring.
It
doesn't help matters that the five-member cast, which harmonizes nicely, is
more strongly represented by the male voices: hulking bass Lyle Kanouse, suave
baritone Perry Stephens, and plangent tenor John Heffron. Though Carver looks a
bit like Day, her voice doesn't have its husky heft, and the charming Julia
Gregory, an impish Bernadette Peters type, fares better the further she gets
from doing Day straight.
Carver
and Carusone's script, such as it is, intersperses fan letters to Day with the
star's own reminiscences, as well as droll transcripts of her numerous
commercial endorsements (which provide the evening's only real laughs--and
they're on Day). There are some cute nods to her fans' obsessiveness, including
a witty tango riff on "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps," performed
winningly by Heffron. Indeed, Heffron keeps his edge and aplomb most
effectively, even when the treacle is flowing, and his choirboy turn on
"Secret Love," set up perfectly by a story about Rock Hudson's final
years, sends chills.
But
all told, this is a show that pays "tribute" to its subject not so
much by sharing a sympathetic or considered understanding of her best work but
by slapping a dopey happy face on it.
"Definitely
Doris: The Music of Doris Day," presented by Today's World Productions at
the Falcon Theatre, 4252 Riverside Dr., Burbank. Apr. 3-May 3. (818) 955-8101