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103 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1998
JEKYLL: John. You remember my father… before… his mind and spirit were… extremely strong, weren't they?Musical theater doesn't have much stage time to devote to character motivation. Given how long it takes to sing a single sentence, nuance is most often left to be conveyed by acting and underscoring. Even so, I expect more from a musical than an orphan, overt line reading. Worse, multiple numbers here devoted to shall-I-shan't-I handwringing get in the way of opportunities for good, chew-the-scenery romping, the latter compressed into a single montage number.
UTTERSON (moved): He was the finest man I ever knew.
JEKYLL (to himself): I must do it… for his sake. [Act I, Scene 6]
MA: You stay away from my Melvin! For the first time he's successful and he's in love, even if it is with a blind librarian.This act closer is actually one of the wittier dialogues/songs. Theatergoers flocking to a show like Toxic Avenger are probably not looking for subtlety, and the best face I can put on this is to suggest the work aims for dadaism, more Ubu Roi-style slapstick than farce. It's a low bar easily and immediately hurdled from the energy derived in concentrating a cast of thousands into a quick-change quintet. This is a production-dependent phenomenon, and note that I've said little about the music or plot yet. Suffice it to say that even a pure Bon Jovi jukebox approach would have produced a stronger score, and as for the latter, well, if the broad outline of the book tracks that of Jekyll and Hyde, at least the story provides its cardboard characters something of an arc. Still, Toxic Avenger stands in stark contrast to and really helps one appreciate a show with equal irreverence and legitimate satirical bite, namely...
MAYOR: Blind librarian? Aha! So he's been hiding out with her!
MA: Me and my big mouth! …
MAYOR: I will find him, I will destroy him, and until I do, Tromaville is under Marshall Law! [sic]
MA: Marshall law! You're a fascist!
MAYOR: Well, you know what YOU ARE…
MAYOR/MA (alternately): You're a bitch! You're a slut! You're a liar! You're a whore! [Act 1, Scene 12]
LITTLE SALLY: Say, Officer Lockstock, is this where you tell the audience about the water shortage?What's weird about Urinetown is less its central conceit than its hyper-self-conscious approach. It seems less a genuine social satire, than a parody of a Berthold Brecht/ Clifford Odets polemic, given that it uses direct address to the audience not to emphasize its subject matter, but rather to call attention to, criticize, and apologize for its class warfare theme and the stridency of its choral anthems. All the characters are farcical gee-whiz naifs or unteachable true believers, whose respective venality effects the same consequences, is equally sent up for ridicule, and which ultimately leads to a conclusion that does more to undermine all the precedent action than to cap it off. Urinetown's cynical messaging suggests that human frailty and stupidity render mutual consideration irrelevant, a futile exercise. Regardless of intent, poor execution and pervasive myopia doom all to destruction. Perhaps this is a commentary on incompetence, or maybe just another way of flipping the script on leftist playwrights. Whatever the show purports to "say" -- something surely dictated by performance -- the book (and score) remain strong enough to command attention and convey some sort of meaning. Every bit as flippant as Jekyll and Hyde is overearnest, Urinetown is a more solid entertainment.
LOCKSTOCK: What's that, Little Sally?
LITTLE SALLY: You know, the water shortage. The hard times. The drought. A shortage so awful that private toilets eventually become unthinkable. A premise so absurd that --
LOCKSTOCK: Whoa there, Little Sally. Not all at once. They'll hear more about the water shortage in the next scene.
LITTLE SALLY: Oh, I guess you don't want to overload them with too much exposition, huh?
LOCKSTOCK: Everything in its time, Little Sally. You're too young to understand it now, but nothing can kill a show like too much exposition.
LITTLE SALLY: How about bad subject matter?
LOCKSTOCK: Well --
LITTLE SALLY: Or a bad title, even? That could kill a show pretty good.
LOCKSTOCK: Well, Little Sally, suffice it to say that in Urinetown (the musical) everyone has to use public bathrooms in order to take care of their private business. That's the central conceit of the showww! [sic, Act I, Scene 1, page 2]