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"I feel bad for the girl. She's going to have to do that orgasm every night. Pray for her sex life!"
Meg Ryan on Alyson Hannigan starring in When Harry met Sally on the London Stage.
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Well on Thursday of this week I finally trundled along to the to see Alyson Hannigan in "When Harry met Sally" at the Theatre Royal, Haymarket. The nearly 200 year old theatre is unlike most of the Theatres in Central London, which have a sort of faded elegance, because its guilt is still glittering. This is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful Theatres in the country.
The auditorium is of average size for a central theatre but it feels much less cramped than the Garrick or the Vaudeville. When you enter for this play the stage set is already visible. It is entirely white box with double swing doors on both the right and left sides. A single red heart shaped balloon hovers in the centre of the stage. When I arrived the place was already busy and by the time the play started the theatre was packed. The audience was a good mix of young and old, male and female. To quote a much-used phrase the audience was from 9 to 90.
When the lights go down two large white screens close in from each side of the stage front and are used to form a cinema screen. This is then used to open the performance with a small vignette of an older couple discussing how they first met many decades before. These short long films are interspersed though the play between the scene breaks. This is when we get the first burst of music specially recorded for the play by trendy jazz musician Jamie Cullum.
Then the screens part and the first scene begins. We see the same plain white set as before but now the balloon has gone and a red sofa, ironing board and some cleaning equipment are in it's place. There is a very sparse look to the single white set, which represents every location with minor changes in stage dressing. The back wall of the set now has a door covered with locks and chains. We are in the interior of a New York apartment. On stage as the screens part is Alyson.
The first thing that strikes you about Alyson when you first see her is that she is much slighter than would imagine from her screen appearances. Her character, Sally, is meticulously laying a sheet over the sofa when there is a ring at the door. Sally goes to the door and after unfastening all the locks, opens the door and lets in Harry. Harry is played by Luke Perry who you will all know from Jeremiah, Beverley Hills 90210 and the original Buffy movie. Harry is the boyfriend of Sally's college pal and has agreed to paint her apartment.
Sally is a very uptight and fastidious character who likes things just so. Ally plays her with an American accent that is much more sharp and whiney than her own. For those of us who know her other work this is at first slightly off putting. It is right that the character has this kind of irritating voice and you accept it but in the end it is still grating. Luke plays Harry with very much his familiar "cool dude" persona and you are instantly more comfortable with him in the role. Which explains why typecasting, although irritating to actors, works.
I had never been a big fan of Luke in his heyday and recent pictures had seemed to show that he had aged quite a bit since then. However in the flesh he is much better looking that his photographs would suggest. In fact he looks much better than he did in his 90210 days and as we would see later he is in very good shape.
This first scene is fairly long but is broken down in to smaller sections by the stage going dark. When the lights come up the cast have moved to indicate that this sequence is some time later that day. Following Harry's failed attempt at making a pass at Sally they engage in banter about the difference between men and women. Men and women cannot be friends says Harry, Sally disagrees. Eventually Sally sends Harry away with a flea in his ear and the screens close in front of the stage again.
At this point we get another projection of a couple discussing their first meeting and when this ends we are told with text that the next scene is five years later. The screens part and we have the same plain white set but the sofa and door have gone and have been replaced by six exercise bikes facing the audience. All of the bikes are in use and Sally is on one of them with her new boyfriend Joe on the next bike. Joe gets up to leave and Sally kisses him goodbye as Harry enters. Sally recognises Harry straight away but it takes Harry a little longer to reciprocate. When they finally acknowledge each other Harry and Sally continue their discussion about how men and women react in relationships while exercising on the bikes. Here they at length discus Harry's earlier assertion, central to the play, that men and women cannot be "just friends".
This gentle but funny scene ends and the panels close again for another projection. The next scene is another five years later and Sally and Joe have broken up. I will not describe any more scenes in detail but you can already see that this is not a traditional play with one long scene on a single dressed set either side of an intermission. The play is written like a film rather than a traditional play. There are lots of scenes of between 2 to 15 minutes in length often split by the projections. While we are watching the projection the set is fixed to represent a new location. Bar stools for a bar and back projections of falling leaves of fireworks for the park. This is almost as fascinating to watch as the play itself.
We follow Harry and Sally through various failed relationships as they become friends. This is where we get to the notorious orgasm scene. Harry and Sally are in a cafe discussing their latest love failures. Harry says that his latest conquest had a "good time" the night before. Sally asserts that the girl was probably faking. Sally then decides to demonstrate faking in the middle of the cafe. Even though you know it is coming this and the follow up line form another customer in the cafe is one of the funniest moments in the play. The embarrassed look on the face of the mother of the 12-year-old in the row in front of me was a picture.
One sight Sally gets news that Joe is getting married and she calls Harry to her apartment to consol her. This is a very tender scene but the comfort session changes when they kiss and the panel closes as Sally rips Harry's t-shirt off and throws him back on to the bed. The screens close and then open again on the same set but after they have had sex. It is at this point that Luke (Harry) provides for me the biggest laugh of the night with the simplest of facial expressions that can be summed up as a non-vocal "oh shit". Luke is obviously great at comedy and although the occasional laugh line will fall flat, Luke that pushes the play along.
It is in this post sex scene that Luke has a brief rear nude scene. However, judging from the female squeals of surprise from one side of the auditorium, from a certain angle a few surprised ladies in the audience saw more than they were expecting too. Their reaction was another big laugh of the night and somehow the sight of a naked Luke Perry bending over with his butt pointing right at me is not a sight I will quickly forget. I just thought it was worth mentioning here that Luke is in very good shape.
Sorry, where was I.
Harry fumbles in to his shorts and jeans and tries to make a fast exit only to be discovered by Sally. After this night of passion Harry and Sally fall out as the play moves to its inevitable conclusion. Their friendship is ruined as Harry realises his mistake and tries to patch things up. Where it goes from here is predictable but I still will not spoil it for you.
So overall how did a rate it. Well there are none of the hysterics of an out and out farce but there are a handful of very funny moments and a few good few titter moments. Luke is very, very good and clearly has all the best lines. This was nearly the last preview performance before the formal opening on the 20th of February so you can see that Ally, for whom this is her first stage role, is very much learning her craft here. She does not have the confidence of Luke but she pulls of the job of being highly irritating, as the part dictates she should be. The part is written as a "straight man" role beside the "funny" role of Harry but Ally relishes the opportunity given to her with the set piece scenes. As expected though she is a master at conveying hurt and quiet indignant rage. As always puppy dog eyes have nothing on Ally eyes.
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Theatre
When Harry Met Sally
Theatre Royal Haymarket, London
Michael Billington and Peter Bradshaw
Monday February 23, 2004
The Guardian
Is theatre slowly turning into live cinema? After the West End run of The Graduate, we now have this equally tame theatricalisation of Nora Ephron's 1989 Hollywood romantic comedy. Doubtless even now someone is beavering away in a back room on an idea to outdo them all: Citizen Kane - The Play.
If this particular script, adapted by Marcy Kahan, makes for a dull play, there are several reasons. One is that Harry's idea that friendship between hetero couples is a near impossibility comes as no surprise to theatregoers. Dr Astrov says exactly the same thing in Uncle Vanya. More importantly, the theatre demands robuster language, saltier exchanges, more extreme situations than the contemporary cinema provides: compare this script with David Mamet's Sexual Perversity in Chicago or Patrick Marber's Closer and you realise how far behind the cinema lags when it comes to exploring modern sexual mores.
I was also struck by the lack of texture in the writing. What do we actually learn about Harry and Sally other than that he's a corporate lawyer and she's some kind of journalist? At no point do their jobs, careers or family obligations (do they have parents or were they virgin births?) impinge on their endless yackety-yak about relationships. The best thing about a pointless evening is Alyson Hannigan who lends Sally a bright-eyed perkiness that makes the sexual dilatoriness of Luke Perry's under-cooked Harry even more inexplicable than it is already. Loveday Ingram's direction, with its use of filmed inserts, has a certain cool chic but two hours is a long time to spend in a theatre just for a fake orgasm.
Michael Billington
Peter Bradshaw writes... In theory, When Harry Met Sally - the 1989 movie that launched 1,000 romcoms and kickstarted the 1990s "relationship" genre - should be a perfect stage-play. It's talky; it's smart; it's got two big leads with a couple of attractive supporting roles. It could be like a Private Lives in modern Manhattan. But instead of a stage-play with depth, range and intimacy, this production is just concerned to deliver what the public already knows and loves. Seeing this was like a coach-party drive-in video rental.
As Sally, Alyson Hannigan does an unearthly impression of the young Meg Ryan: complete with pert and self-satisfied little smirk and reedy, weedy voice. Short of dyeing her hair blonde, there was nothing more she could do.
Interestingly, Luke Perry wasn't in the least like Billy Crystal, and was able to grow into the role in a way closed off to Hannigan. Jake Broder and Sharon Small tried hard as their best friends Jack and Marie, but couldn't match the comic style and timing of Carrie Fisher and Bruno Kirby. This version had the famous "real old people" bits projected onto a screen, ingeniously explained away as Marie's own video installation, but to me it was as irritating as hearing taped music instead of live. Like everything else, it was apologising for not being a proper film.
The Great Faked Orgasm scene worked reasonably well, but looked like the fake of a fake and the legendary "I'll have what she's having" payoff was made almost meaningless by being given to a young guy Sally's age. It was much funnier as an incredulous wisecrack in the mouth of Rob Reiner's elderly mother. One real success was Harry's post-coital agony with blissed-out Sally, desperately wondering how to go home. The long silences really worked in a theatrical space. But, mostly, the action looked as if it had been pedantically flattened out onto a big 2-D screen: the staging was all weirdly like a frieze or Egyptian painting. The original movie showed two believably real people getting older over 12 years. This West-End-isation shows two famous-ish actors staying exactly the same for a couple of hours. Not the same thing.
Peter Bradshaw
· Peter Bradshaw is the Guardian's film critic. When Harry Met Sally is at the Haymarket until May 29. Box office: 0870 901 3356.
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Why try so hard to look like a movie?
(Filed: 23/02/2004)
Charles Spencer reviews When Harry Met Sally at Theatre Royal, Haymarket
You have two options with When Harry Met Sally. You can buy the video for £5.99, watch it at home with your beloved, sharing a large bag of Butterkist's excellent toffee popcorn, and should the mood so take you, enjoy a romantic tryst afterwards.
Alternatively, you can brave London's ghastly public transport or Ken's congestion charge, pay £80 for a pair of top-price tickets and watch this stage version starring a couple of American "stars" I'd never heard of. Then you can stump up another 100 quid or so for dinner, brave the drunks and beggars on the Tube, and arrive home feeling both exhausted and ripped off. As Sally memorably remarks on the subject of the number of women who fake their orgasms: "Do the math."
These days, old films are the new theatre. Where once they made movies based on successful stage shows, now the traffic is all the other way. The West End already has an instantly forgettable Thoroughly Modern Millie, with the more enticing prospect of The Producers and Mary Poppins to come. Other pictures currently being turned into stage properties include Dr Zhivago, Shrek, Legally Blonde, Get Shorty, Edward Scissorhands, The Wedding Singer, The Little Mermaid, The Color Purple, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels and Pleasantville. Will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
You can see why theatrical producers find the prospect of old movies attractive. It saves them the slog of coming up with ideas of their own. Just as importantly, audiences seem to like what they already know. But although individual shows based on movies may prove enjoyable, the sheer scale of the phenomenon seems to me symptomatic of a commercial theatre running scared and failing to develop original products.
The saddest thing about When Harry Met Sally, intelligently adapted from Nora Ephron's sparkling screenplay by Marcy Kahan and spryly directed by Loveday Ingram, is that it tries so hard to look like a movie. The designer Ultz has come up with a long, shallow box design in minimalist white, with back-projections of snow and falling autumn leaves. Between scenes, screens cover the stage to show filmed footage of old couples talking about how they met, exactly as in the movie. There are even split-screen devices and a recorded jazzy soundtrack by Ben and Jamie Cullum. The whole thing seems strangely pointless.
Nevertheless, I mildly enjoyed the evening. As romantic movies go, When Harry Met Sally may not be in the same league as the Hollywood greats. But the story, following its likeable Manhattan characters through 13 years, from first meeting, when they find each other obnoxious, through platonic friendship, to the eventual recognition of love, is funny and touching, and Kahan wisely retains all Ephron's best gags.
In its unashamedly middlebrow way, the story also raises interesting issues, most notably the vexed question of whether men and women can ever remain "just good friends". And in the fake orgasm scene, with its great pay-off line, the stage version hits the comic heights just as confidently as the movie.
Until she starts groaning and gasping, Alyson Hannigan seems a subdued Sally, and is certainly nothing like as irresistible as Meg Ryan in the movie. But she becomes increasingly touching as the show goes on, while Luke Perry's rumpled Harry is actually rather more engaging than Billy Crystal.
The show is an agreeable enough diversion, but when romantic comedies remain so popular in the cinema, why on earth is no one writing them tailormade for the stage? I suspect there is an untapped fortune to be made.
I`m happy to relay it for anybody who wants to see it, but believe me it isn`t worth the effort.
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The best thing about a pointless evening is Alyson Hannigan who lends Sally a bright-eyed perkiness that makes the sexual dilatoriness of Luke Perry's under-cooked Harry even more inexplicable than it is already. Loveday Ingram's direction, with its use of filmed inserts, has a certain cool chic but two hours is a long time to spend in a theatre just for a fake orgasm.
Michael Billington
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I will give those critics a miss too, as interesting as their particular complexes may be, there are other things to waste my time on that are much more fun. It wasn't our world anymore, they made it theirs and they had fun - Willow
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