UCI performers let ‘Hair’ down in robust revival
Tom Titus
Some sage once said, if you can remember the 1960s, you weren’t
really there. And certainly those characters depicted in the rock
musical “Hair” -- if they’re still around in the 21st century --
would recall the latter years of that decade through a hazy,
hallucinogenic blur.
It’s taken 35 years, but UC Irvine has finally given this “tribal
rock musical” its moment in the sun. Somewhat juvenile by today’s
standards (“Rent,” for example), “Hair” nevertheless functions as a
high-voltage retrospective of an era when antiwar protesters had a
vested interest in their cause -- unlike those today who oppose U.S.
involvement in Iraq, it was their own heads that might be blown off
in Vietnam.
Today’s youthful audience might view the scenes depicting the
burning of draft cards with a bemused shrug, but in 1968, selective
service was a specter hovering over an entire generation. Its
response (“Hell no, we won’t go”) was amplified and set to a vibrant
beat in “Hair.”
At UCI, director Keith Fowler -- who does remember the 1960s and
saw the original Broadway production -- brings this testy,
confrontational era back to life with a supremely energetic cast of
students spilling all over the stage of the Claire Trevor Theater and
often into the audience as well.
It’s the ensemble excitement, choreographed by Janice Gudde
Plastino, that gives “Hair” its contagious appeal -- certainly not
its plot, sketchily created by Gerome Ragni and James Rado, which
exists only to further the cause of Galt MacDermot’s music, here
faithfully delivered by Dennis Castellano at the helm of a
seven-piece combo.
All of this off-the-wall activity transpires on an inspired
junkyard setting designed by Lindsay Gassaway, which offers protest
pictures from the 1960s emblazoned on a pair of bedsheet screens to
set the proper pre-show mood. Actors also mingle with the patrons
before the action begins, one petite blond offering to paint peace
signs on playgoers’ arms.
Once the show gets under way, only a few actors in the splendidly
drilled ensemble take center stage. The key figure is Claude (Tyler
Stamets), who’s just gotten his “greetings” from Uncle Sam and is
celebrating his last night of freedom with the “tribe.” Stamets
conveys his apprehensive confusion about his future skillfully.
Martin Giannini as the ruler of the tribe, the combative Berger,
is a powerful stage presence, bending others to his will. Brett
Teresa tears up the stage as Woof, a straight fellow with the hots
for Mick Jagger.
The haunting melodies that emerged from the show to infect
America’s consciousness -- “Easy to be Hard,” “Good Morning
Starshine” -- are delivered with an abundance of heart by Teal Wicks,
who also sizzles as Berger’s girlfriend, defying his bequest to share
her charms with Claude on his last night home.
Beyond these few actors, only Sean Murtaugh -- in “Dame Edna” drag
as a visitor called Big Mama -- makes any kind of individual
impression. But the ensemble of 34 performers creates a powerful
force, particularly while delivering the all-out closing number “Let
the Sun Shine In.”
Most impressive in the UCI production is an extended sequence
representing Claude’s hallucination -- placing him on the front lines
of Vietnam and center stage for the carnage. This is ensemble
presentation at its most effective.
There is, of course, the requisite nudity (both male and female)
that broke ground in 1968 for the anything-goes attitude of today’s
theater (and spiked the Broadway show’s box office numbers). It’s
fairly tasteful by modern standards. Most of the actors remain
clothed throughout, with Jenny and Megan Owings’ hippie costumes
firmly establishing the era.
The “Age of Aquarius” is back after a long absence, and UCI’s
pulsating production of “Hair” provides it with an uncanny immediacy.
* TOM TITUS reviews local theater for the Daily Pilot. His reviews
appear Saturdays.
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