End of the Rainbow
Here is a tribute/expose/denigration of Judy Garland, where she acts like a cat in heat and talks like a truck driver. Actress Tracie Bennett gives a bravura performance, but whether you for one second buy the premise that she is Judy Garland â yeah, the hard-drinking, drug dependent, brilliant performer with a voice to melt your heart and your eardrums â I beg to differ. This is not to say Bennett's impersonation is not brilliant theater â you'll never be bored, even if not persuaded - but whatever Garland's demons were like, and how wild and obnoxious her reported behavior, this show doesn't ring true. Also, when Bennett sings, her voice is high and strong and, even though she found the vocal vibrato that rings in the ear like Garland, the throaty, pain-filled husk was missing. She does not come close to capturing the heartbreaking poignancy of Garland's triumphs on stage. Garland radiated fragility, Bennett's gal is as hard as nails. Maybe my memory goes back further than most, but all through Rainbow another image kept obscuring this crude, vulgar, physical woman onstage. It struck me as I left the Ahmanson. Aha! This could be about Tallulah Bankhead â that's her language we heard â wild daughter of a senator - famous for her foul mouth â always making lewd jokes about "let's f***!" â and yes, except for the singing â it was Tallulah! Morna Murphy Martell, former Broadway Critic for The Hollywood Reporter.
NEWSLETTER SIGN UP
By providing information about entertainment and cultural events on this site, TheaterMania.com shall not be deemed to endorse,
recommend, approve and/or guarantee such events, or any facts, views, advice and/or information contained therein.