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Sunday, May 17, 2015

Theatre Review: "The Rat Pack is Back" at the Fox

L-R: Brian Duprey, Drew Anthony, Kenny Jones, Tom Wallek
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What: The Rat Pack is Back
Where: The Fox Theatre, St. Louis
When: May 15-17, 2015

The Rat Pack is back, and the Fox has got 'em, at least through Sunday. This snappy tribute to the 1960s-era Las Vegas Rat Pack—Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Jr. and Joey Bishop—is making its first St. Louis appearance, although the original has been playing the Riviera Hotel in Las Vegas for fourteen years.

Unlike the "Rat Pack Live at the Sands" shows that played the Fox in 2007 and 2011, "The Rat Pack is Back" is a more bare-bones production. There are no flashy sets or backup singers—just a live, 12-piece big band and most importantly, a solid cast of first-rate performers who move, sound, and (for the most part) look uncannily like the originals.

Which, ultimately, is what a celebrity impersonation revue like this is all about.

The original Rat Pack was, of course, a group of entertainers affiliated with Frank Sinatra. In Las Vegas in 1960 to film the heist movie "Ocean's Eleven," they spent time off the set boozing it up and doing shows at the legendary Sands casino. Their freewheeling combination of comedy, music, and big band jazz caught on and a legend, as they say, was born.

The core of the original Rat Pack consisted of Sinatra, Dean Martin, and the multi-talented Sammy Davis, Jr. Deadpan comic Joey Bishop provided most of the laughs, with British actor Peter Lawford joining in every now and then.

There's no Lawford impersonator in "The Rat Pack is Back" (which may be just as well; he was mostly a hanger-on) but the performers taking on the roles of the other four do a remarkable job of capturing the essences of the originals.

Much of the first half of the show belongs to Tom Wallek as Bishop. He has the comic's "sad sack" look and self-deprecating, ironic style down pat. His routine with its succession of "married couple" jokes may be dated but that, after all, is pretty much the point. References to current events don't work as well, but mostly he's hilariously on point.

The cast with the act two bar cart
Drew Anthony so perfectly captures the sound and panache of Dean Martin that it's easy to suspend disbelief and accept that the famed singer and comic actor has returned from the dead. Whether he's flirting with women in the audience of gliding effortlessly through Martin standards like "Volare" or the Russ Morgan classic "You're Nobody till Somebody Loves You," Mr. Anthony just is Dean Martin.

The role of Sammy Davis, Jr. may be the hardest one to pull off, if only because the original was such a legendary performer. A singer, dancer, actor, impressionist and multi-instrumentalist, he was easily the most richly talented member of the Pack. It would be hard for any one performer to do what the original did, but Kenny Jones comes awfully close. He's got the powerful singing voice and, more importantly, he moves with the same fluid grace that the late Mr. Davis did. You can especially see it when he pops on the bowler hat and floats across the stage for "Mr. Bojangles" and in his "Me and My Shadow" duet with Brian Duprey's Frank Sinatra.

Speaking of whom: the pivotal role in any Rat Pack tribute is inevitably Old Blue Eyes himself. Mr. Duprey is something of an expert in that field, having grabbed a $20,000 prize for his impersonation of Sinatra on the "Performing As" TV show. As soon as he opens his mouth, it's obvious why. He may not look much like the 1960s Sinatra, but he sounds so much like him that all other considerations vanish. Like his co-stars, he has the mannerisms and the style of the original down pat, right down to his freewheeling approach to lyrics.

The show's music director and pianist Lon Bronson directs a solid and very polished band of (presumably) local musicians. They can't have had that much rehearsal with the cast, but you wouldn't now it from the quality of the performances.

Brain Duprey
The bottom line on "The Rat Pack is Back" is that if you enjoyed the work Frank, Sammy, Dean, and Joey produced when they were alive, you'll probably be highly entertained by their doppelgangers on stage at the Fox. To quote a lyric from Cahn and Van Husen's "Style", "You've either got or you haven't got class. / How it draws the applause of the masses". These performers have definitely got it.

For those of us old enough to remember what these guys were like in their prime, this is high-grade nostalgia. For everybody else it's a glimpse at a kind of hokey and slightly risqué show-biz magic that is long gone, in a Las Vegas that had not yet become a family-friendly theme park. The show concludes its run at the Fox Theatre in Grand Center on Sunday, May 17. For tickets: fabulousfox.com.

Friday, October 05, 2007

Leaders of the Pack

[This is my review of The Rat Pack Live at the Sands for KDHX-FM in St. Louis]

The theatrical subgenre of celebrity impersonation has always been an odd duck. It's easy to do badly, damned difficult to do well, and gets the impersonator little respect in any case. In fact, duplicating a performer's on-stage persona in a way that will allow audience members to suspend disbelief and react as they would to the original is quite a challenge, especially when the performer in question is well represented on audio and film/video.

All of which brings us to The Rat Pack Live at the Sands. A massive hit in Great Britain for eight years now (where it's know as The Rat Pack Live from Las Vegas), the show takes celebrity impersonation to an entirely new level by reproducing a typical mid-1960s Las Vegas appearance by the ruling triumvirate of the Rat Pack: Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis, Jr. In order for the show to work, all three impersonations have to get over the disbelief suspension threshold and let us fool ourselves into reacting as we would to the original performers.

Happily for all concerned, the stars of this tour inhabit their roles so well that the resemblance is sometimes a bit eerie. Louis Hoover, a veteran of the London production, sounds so much like the middle-aged Sinatra that I'm not sure I could easily tell the difference with my eyes closed. Even with them open, he looks enough like the original to make that disbelief suspension easy. The same is true for the Sammy Davis, Jr. of David Hayes, who is also a London alumnus. He's got the voice and mannerisms down pat and is a dab hand at tap, even if he is a bit too tall for the role. Not surprisingly, both Hoover and Hayes have their own one-man shows based on impersonations of Sinatra and Davis. To quote Max Bialystok, "when you've got it, flaunt it, baby".

Nigel Casey doesn't sound all that much like the ‘60s-era Dean Martin - his voice is far too bright - but he captures Martin's trademark charm, breezy persona, and carefully choreographed Fake Drunk act to perfection. Of course, I'm something of an easy sell. I always found Martin the most entertaining of the triad. And, yes, Fake Drunk acts look painfully unenlightened these days, but there's no point in doing a show like this if you're going to try to make it conform to contemporary sensibilities.

Supporting the three stars - and contributing substantially to the success of the illusion - are a fifteen-piece big band conducted from the piano by Music Director Andy Rumble and a trio of talented performers billed as The Burelli Sisters (Claire Poyzer, Anna Carmichael, and Lucie Florentine) - a kind of combination Vegas showgirl chorus crossed with The Andrews Sisters. Their jazzy, close-harmony version of "It Don't Mean a Thing" is a highlight of the first act and their dancing enlivens the proceedings throughout the evening.

For those of us with the right set of chromosomes, their sexy costumes don't hurt, either.

That's not to say that the evening is a complete success. The inclusion of "New York, New York" near the end of the first act, complete with faux-Fosse choreography, is a curious anachronism and the closing, post-curtain call performance of "My Way", while it would have been a great moment for the real Sinatra, just seems a bit weird sung by an impersonator - especially when the announcer has just reminded us that we're seeing "Louis Hoover as Frank Sinatra". The (uncredited) announcer's organized crime jokes at the opening of each act also stuck me as a bit forced; maybe they're better in the original British.

Still, the bottom line on The Rat Pack Live at the Sands is that if you enjoy the work Frank, Sammy and Dean produced when they were alive, you'll probably be highly entertained by their doppelgangers on stage at the Fox. As the trio sings in Cahn and Van Husen's "Style" (from the classic Rat Pack film Robin and the Seven Hoods), "You've either got or you haven't got class. / How it draws the applause of the masses". These guys have definitely got it.

Be aware, however, that this is a fairly accurate reproduction of a period Vegas show, so there's plenty of adult humor throughout the evening. No, there aren't any words you can't say on the air, but sex and alcohol jokes are present in abundance, so it's not really a family event.

The Rat Pack Live at the Sands runs through October 14th [2007] at the Fox Theatre, 527 North Grand in Grand Center. Call 314-534-1678 for more information. As theatre it ain't much, but as an entertaining exercise in nostalgia, it's hard to beat.