Hairspray delivers what Broadway didn’t even know it
needed: a feel-good civil-rights musical. By now everybody
knows that composer Marc Shaiman, who wrote the cheerfully
obscene songs for South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut,
has transformed John Waters’ tangy-sweet 1988 movie into a
Broadway musical. He had help from his longtime boyfriend and
co-lyricist Scott Wittman and The Full Monty’s
director-choreographer team of Jack O’Brien and Jerry
Mitchell. Playing Edna Turnblad, the agoraphobic housewife
turned proud celebrity mom inhabited onscreen by Divine,
Harvey Fierstein gives a performance that is both clownishly
broad and impressively nuanced. And in the role that made
Ricki Lake a star, 29-year-old Marissa Jaret Winokur takes on
Tracy Turnblad, the self-confident white chub whose desire to
dance with her black friends on a local TV show ends up de-segregrating
1962 Baltimore.
Word-of-mouth pitches Hairspray
as the next big hit on the scale of The Producers. But
these days, not even The Producers can live up to its
own hype. When you go to see Hairspray -- and you will
-- consider scaling back your expectations. The show delivers
a delirious good time, but it also contains many small
pleasures worth noticing, especially Shaiman’s score and the
book by wry novelist and playwright Mark O’Donnell and
Broadway veteran Thomas Meehan.
Shaiman and Wittman have come
up with the first original Broadway score since Dreamgirls
to capture the spirit of early ‘60s pop, when rock &
roll met R&B. Many of the songs lovingly reference period
classics, from the infectious opening number, “Good Morning
Baltimore” (which echoes the Ronettes’ “Be My Baby”)
to the anthemic finale, “You Can’t Stop the Beat” (which
pays tribute to Ike and Tina Turner’s “River Deep,
Mountain High”).
O’Donnell and Meehan
capitalize on the most subversive aspect of Waters’ movie.
Using high school as a microcosm of American society, the
script normalizes the characters who would usually be seen as
freaky outsiders and portrays the snobby prejudices of the
mainstream characters as pathetic and uptight. When Tracy is
banished to detention and then furthered exiled to special ed
class for teasing her hair too high, it turns out everybody
there is being punished for not being white and straight. “What
do you do in special ed?” Tracy asks, and the gay kid
squeals, “Musicals!”
Of course, in John Waters’
universe, the underdogs always triumph. Tracy succeeds in
making every day “Negro Day” on The Corny Collins Show,
and she gets her mother out of the house, and she gets the
cute guy. Lest the show rewrite history by suggesting that one
brave white girl brought about integration, Hairspray
reserves the climactic 11 o’clock number for Motormouth
Maybelle, the charismatic rhyme- talking record-shop owner
played by Mary Bond Davis. She lets Patterson Park High’s
rainbow coalition know that their way was paved by other
freedom fighters in a soaring ballad called “I Know Where I’ve
Been” that works as a cross between “You’ll Never Walk
Alone” and “A Change is Gonna Come.” In its own way, Hairspray
delivers the political message Tony Kushner conveyed in Angels
in America, only at one-third the length. Plus, it has a
good beat and you can dance to it. I give it a 95.
The Advocate, October 1, 2002
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