Not Enough Came, So It Flies AwayForget ol' blue eyes. Here's a couple black eyes with a little red thrown in for good measure.
While a little birdie gave me an early indication that this would occur,
Come Fly Away officially
posted its closing notice late yesterday afternoon. The show will close September 5, 2010, after 187 regular performances.
For a month, choreographer
Twyla Tharp's dance salute to
Frank Sinatra has been struggling to break 50% capacity at the box office. Inexplicably, the average ticket price never dropped accordingly.
Last week alone,
Come Fly Away increased its capacity a paltry 1.1% over the previous one to a disappointing 49%, yet the average ticket price for the seats sold was still a whopping $91.03. Compare that to the average capacity (84.02%) and average ticket price ($87.85) for all of Broadway last week, and it becomes evident that the producers of
Come Fly Away missed an opportunity to increase their audience share (and potential positive word-of-mouth) by discounting their tickets.
In a late gambit, producers even began to sell tickets through the beginning of 2011. But luck would not be a lady for next year, let alone tonight. Yet, just as the producers were announcing the shuttering, they also announced that a
national tour is planned.
Personally, although I know
Come Fly Away had
its advocates, I thought it was the
worst show to open on Broadway all last season. As much as I hate to see any show close, all I can say is "bye-bye birdie."
This is Steve On Broadway (SOB).
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Come Fly Away (The SOB Review) - Marquis Theatre, New York, New York
* (out of ****)
That scream you heard wasn't the one from
Karine Plantadit-Bageot near the top of
Come Fly Away's tortured second act. No, it was what accompanied the loud thud of this dreadful turkey as if dropped from the sky.
Please don't get me wrong.
I've long admired choreographer
Twyla Tharp's exceptional skills beyond the world of modern dance and ballet. Her inspired movements made "
Hair" and
Movin' Out sing.
I'd also be remiss if I didn't profess to being a fan of
Frank Sinatra's incredible oeuvre that spanned the last two-thirds of the 20th Century and then some. With a silky voice and cool swagger, there's a reason why "Ol' Blue Eyes" was popular music's "Chairman of the Board."
But it's hard to imagine Sinatra wanting to sit at the head of this table. It's hardly set with any
real book (Tharp receives credits for concept and book) or captivating choregraphy. Instead, it feels as if we've gone to a bar for an after-after-after party where all the decent people have already headed home. With the exception of Marty (
Charlie Neshyba-Hodges), a forlorn waiter with eyes for one of his patrons, there's rarely any sizzle and certainly no sparkle.
Least among all the shows opening on Broadway this past year,
Come Fly Away masquerades as a musical in the way
Burn The Floor did earlier in the season. But unlike
Burn The Floor, which at the very least had cohesive, exhilarating choreography, this lackluster snoozefest never really soars, let alone takes wing.
But then again, turkeys simply can't fly very well, can they?
This is Steve On Broadway (SOB).
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