“Into the Woods” for the
Umpteenth Time
By Skip Sheffield
“Into the Woods” is not my
favorite Stephen Sondheim musical. After about the tenth time of hearing the
refrain “Into the Woods” repeated I get tired of it. I get it. All kinds of stuff
happens in Grimm Fairy Tales’ weird woods.
On the other hand the movie
version of “Into the Woods” has a killer cast; not the least of which is Meryl
Streep at her witchiest. I could watch the many moods of Meryl all day long.
She is clearly relishing playing the bad girl; the wicked witch.
On the other hand we have
Johnny Depp, camping it up as the big, bad wolf. For one thing Depp is not big.
And in his silly makeup he is about as threatening as a housecat.
The rest of the “Woods” is a
mixed bag. I liked little Red Riding Hood, played by newcomer Lilla Crawford. I
loved Anna Kendrick’s Cinderella, who figures in all the tales.
In the stage musical the
Baker (James Corden) and his wife (Emily Blunt) are central to both the comedy
and the pathos of James Lapine’s script. To my mind Emily Blunt can do no
wrong, and as the childless wife cursed by the Witch, she tugs at the heart
strings.
Also recurring in the story
is Jack (Daniel Huttlestone) of beanstalk and giant fame, and Rapunzel
(Mackenzie Mauzy), who lets down her hair to let up her lover.
“Into the Woods” is directed by Rob Marshall,
who fared much better with the screen version of “Chicago.” In his defense
“Woods” is a much more dense, complicated show. It looks amazing for the most
part, but for me the definitive version stars one Bernadette Peters as the
Witch and Joanna Gleason as the Baker's Wife.
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