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Review: ÒThe Man in My HeadÓ
September 29th, 2006
by Rob Kendt
As a solo show, The Man in My Head is the sort
of rambling, maudlin memoir in which the life lessons come at us like freeway
signs: Awkward Confrontation, Next Exit; Fulsome Affirmation, Two Smiles Ahead.
But taken as a funky, sexy concert/cabaret for performer Darius de Haas, whose
infinitely variegated vocal stylings are backed by a crackling four-piece
combo, Man in My Head is nearly a tour de force. Michael WartofskyÕs
almost non-stop score is a percolating delight; lapidary in its complications
but bursting with lyricism (though with merely serviceable lyrics), WartofskyÕs
music affords de Haas the chance to mold and stretch the sound of his voice
like a sculptor. And in his hands the show assumes a pleasing, soft-focus form.
De Haas plays Drew, a weak-willed young law student from the
Midwest so seduced by the New York hustle that he strikes up his first big
affair with a monied lawyer he meets on the subway. Anyone sniff trouble ahead?
The man in question, Jake, has an uptown brownstone and a feisty fiancŽ named
Serena; he only meets boy-toy Drew for Òafternoon delightÓ on the Òdownlow.Ó
But poor Drew has fallen hard. Again: Any red flags here? This is the kind of
maddening narrative that puts us at least three steps ahead of the lead
characterÕs bad choices, and the showÕs thick ballad tempos only give us more
time to wish heÕd wake up and wise up. Still, they sound unerringly lovely.
When a better choice inevitably comes DrewÕs way, itÕs in the
impossibly saintly picture of Jamal, a dreadlocked vegan whose hypnotic,
near-Tantric approach to nookie leads into the scorching, sinuous ÒYour Body.Ó
That showstopper feels like the showÕs, er, climax, but of course Drew has much
more to learnÑfrom flashbacks to his sage Granny, from his swishy friend Teddy,
even from his baffled nephew Jonah. Oh, and also from the Òman in his head,Ó
a.k.a. Òthe voice inside,Ó an unattainable ideal that could be either the lover
of his dreams or his own self-image. Happiness comesÑpossible spoiler alert
hereÑwhen Drew merges these two alternatives and learns to love himself.
Thomas F. DefrantzÕs libretto moves from song set-up to set-up
with reasonable deftness, given the showÕs intrinsically plodding pace of
exposition and revelation. Schele WilliamsÕ direction is as smooth as de HaasÕ
performance. Indeed, de Haas is such a magnetic marvel standing on the platform
of WartofskyÕs endlessly inventive score that we can easily see him as much
more than The Man in My Head.
The Man in My Head
Book by Thomas F. DeFrantz
Lyrics and music by Michael Wartofsky
Directed by Schele Williams
45th St. Theatre