Sweet Smell of Hamlisch
Marvin Hamlisch is not a "cookie filled with arsenic," to quote
one of the million quotable lines in SweetSmell of Success , the noir musical he's adapted from the 1957 movie. He's
more like a cookie filled with Oreo cream.
Double stuff me, Sidney.
When Marvin Hamlisch was 16, he wrote a Top Ten hit song,
"Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows," for Lesley Gore. Thirteen years later, in
his first attempt at a Broadway show, he wrote A Chorus Line and won a Pulitzer Prize and a Tony Award. That was
two years after he won three Oscars for The
Sting and The Way We Were .
Like most prodigies, Mr. Hamlisch is conditioned to show off.
He's not embarrassed by big, extravagant, virtuosic melodies. And like Mr.
Hamlisch's nicely cushioned physical appearance, his music feels easy and
comfortable. You feel that if you sat on his lap, you'd have a happy seat; the
same with his tunes.
It's a refreshing trait for a composer to have in this era of new
musicals that try to conceal the very showiness that makes theater.
It also makes Mr. Hamlisch an interesting composer for the dark,
jagged story of J.J. Hunsecker's seedy gossip underworld in Sweet Smell of Success , the adaptation
of the Ernest Lehman– Clifford Odets–Alexander Mackendrick film that starred
its producer, Burt Lancaster, and flopped in 1957, but developed a second life
as a classic noir ode to "21" and reference point to the life and career of
Walter Winchell, whom it effectively buried.
The musical, with music by Mr. Hamlisch and lyrics by Craig
Carnelia, opens, March 14, at the Martin Beck Theatre on West 45th Street.
Like his best music, Mr. Hamlisch is unapologetically broad and
open. He tells old theater stories that start, "And then Liza told me, 'Marvin
…. '" He makes puns. Liz Smith called Mr. Hamlisch "Seinfeld with a baton." His
speech is theatrical, like the way he says "thrilling"-a word he seems to like
particularly-as a three-syllable utterance, " tha-rill-ing ."
Now Marvin Hamlisch is 57 and
living with his wife, Terre, in Manhattan. He's spent most of his professional
life in Hollywood scoring films or conducting pops orchestras in Pittsburgh and
Washington, D.C. It's been nine years since Mr. Hamlisch wrote a Broadway show,
the adaptation of another film, Neil Simon's The Goodbye Girl .
"I would have loved to have written something serious," Mr.
Hamlisch said recently in his Park Avenue apartment, dressed in a blue gingham
shirt and khakis, and wearing a watch with a bright red wristband. Next to him
was a small table covered in glass-menagerie pianos. He was not wrapped in
thought like some neurotic artiste, but like the showman he is, pitching his
latest work.
"But the only things coming on my desk were funny things," he
continued. "I really wanted to do something gritty. In the last 20 years, you
get the sense that by 'musical,' we mean musical comedy. But there's musical
comedy, and there are musicals. Musicals can be serious, too."
"I was intrigued and thrilled about working with John Guare," he
said. "And then I was thrilled, absolutely thrilled to be working with Nick
Hytner. And though I didn't know Craig Carnelia, it was wonderful working with
him. So it's been a wonderful process."
Wonderful! And thrilling. And strangely not banal.
Sweet Smell of Success
has two musical languages, the lush romantic language of the love story between
a piano player named Dallas and J.J. Hunsecker's sister Susan-a plot line that
playwright John Guare has modified slightly from the original movie script-and
the gritty vaudevillian language of Hunsecker's gossip empire.
As he has in most of his career, Mr. Hamlisch seems coziest in
the romantic language, typified by numbers like "I Cannot Hear the City,"
Dallas' jazzy torch song, and the show's big love ballad, "Don't Know Where You
Leave Off," sung by Dallas and Susan. This is the number that reminds the
audience of Mr. Hamlisch's real strength as a composer, which is what you might
call the neurotic love ballad (as in "What I Did For Love" from A Chorus Line --or even, if you really
think about it, "The Way We Were"). On the other hand, when Mr. Hamlisch turns
to the darker themes in the score, like the frantic "I Could Get You in J.J.",
a Kurt Weill–ish number sung by a desperate chorus of press agents, he becomes
somewhat more off-the-rack.
Like A Chorus Line , Sweet Smell of Success explores the
underbelly of the grit beneath the glamour, though unlike A Chorus Line , Sweet Smell
provides the audience with no redemption. There is no show-stopper, no big
Broadway number of the kind that every songwriter wants to write. (As in "BUM , They're playing OUR SONG / Bah-bah-bah-BUM , They're playing OUR
SONG" from his 1980 hit show with Carole Bayer Sager, They're Playing Our Song .) But like any good Broadway composer, Mr.
Hamlisch has humbled himself for the sake of the book.
"You have to be true to the material," he said. "If a story
suggests a show-topper, then you write one. But this is all one piece.
Sometimes a great ending can be in the cumulative effect. The cumulative effect
of West Side Story is beautiful, and
they're all dead."
Mr. Hamlisch grew up on West 81st Street, the son of an
accordion-playing father. At Juilliard, which he entered at age 6, he was
gunning to be the next Horowitz. But then, at age 13, it happened: Mr. Hamlisch
attended his very first Judy Garland concert. "That was it ," Mr. Hamlisch said. "I heard her sing 'San Francisco' and I
went, 'I gotta get into this business.'"
He attended the Professional Children's School on West 60th
Street. Surrounded by precocious showbiz talent, Mr. Hamlisch thrived. He wrote
hit songs; his best friend dated Liza Minnelli. "We were all a troupe
together," he said. "We had all these child stars, and I would write school
shows for them."
It hardly mattered that rock
'n' roll was just taking off; Mr. Hamlisch was tuned into something different.
"There were two rock stations in those days, but there was another station that
played just shows," he said. "I listened to that. Damn Yankees , Pajama Game --they
had a tremendous effect on me." He saw Gypsy
eight times. "I couldn't get enough of it," he said. "Wow! I just loved shows.
I loved the anticipation of an audience. When you see 'Whatever Lola Wants,
Lola Gets' and all the sudden this dance would come, and all the sudden you go
'Oh, my God!'-and the next thing you know, you'd be clapping like a crazy
person. You just can't get that on a three-minute record, and you don't really
stand up and cheer in a movie. Well, you do in your soul; when you see Singin' in the Rain , you go
'clap-clap-clap' inside."
Mr. Hamlisch graduated Juilliard and got a job as assistant vocal
arranger for composer Jule Styne's Funny
Girl , starring Barbra Streisand. Playing piano at a party, he caught the
attention of producer Sam Spiegel and got his first assignment: to score a
film, The Swimmer , Frank Perry's
adaptation of the John Cheever short story. From there he wrote the music for
two of Woody Allen's early movies, Take
the Money and Run and Bananas .
Then came The Way We Were and the
inevitable "The Way We Were" ("Memmm-ries … "), sung by Barbra Streisand. Then The Sting , for which he rearranged Scott
Joplin's rags despite the film's anachronistic time period (1936) and helped to
restore the ragtime composer's popularity. Both films won him Oscars.
Called back to New York by choreographer Michael Bennett, Mr.
Hamlisch wrote the music for A Chorus
Line , a paradigmatic show about aspiring dancers waiting for that one big
chance. A Chorus Line started at the
Public Theater and, with its pared-down aesthetics, seemed to draw strength
from its rejection of showy sets and costumes. It was held together by Mr.
Hamlisch's deceptively simple score. And when the show needed a show-stopper,
Mr. Hamlisch produced one, the Musical Hall of Fame number "One." ("One!
Singular sensation, every little step that you take / One…. ")
But Mr. Hamlisch seemed more beguiled by Hollywood than Broadway.
After A Chorus Line , he scored 30
more films. He was hot. He made appearances on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson .
In 1975, while living in Los
Angeles, Mr. Hamlisch was paid a visit by Groucho Marx's secretary. "She taps
on the window, and she says she thinks it's good for him that maybe he should
have someone come and play some of his songs," Mr. Hamlisch recalled. "You
know, he was really going into his old age. So I went over, and there he was.
Very funny with the cigar, the whole thing, whatever. They had the sheet music,
and I played his songs and he sang."
Groucho Marx liked the
exchange so much that he kept Mr. Hamlisch on to play at his parties. Then he
seemed to enjoy himself so much that it was decided there should be a tour.
"They were doing this to, quote, 'keep him young, keep him going,'" Mr.
Hamlisch said. "Because basically he was just in a big house and falling away
by himself."
Groucho and Mr. Hamlisch toured the country, appearing at
colleges-"He came alive. All the girls wanted to touch him," Mr. Hamlisch
said-and finally Carnegie Hall. "He would say to me, 'I just bought an anklet
for my girlfriend.' And I would go, 'What did it say?' and he would say,
'Heaven's above.' Like that. Ba- dum -bum.
But he would remember every lyric. He would do 'Lydia'-and you know 'Lydia,'
that's like a seven-page song-and he never forgot the lyrics."
Sweet Smell of Success
is Mr. Hamlisch's first musical since The
Goodbye Girl in 1993. He said he'd sifted through a lot of material before
becoming entranced by the motif of New York noir. "What attracted me was the
language, the musical language of the 1950's," he said. "The jazz, the
bands-and New York at that time is so gritty."
Now he's writing music for
Nora Ephron's first play ("a show with songs"), Imaginary Friends , about a fictional meeting between Lillian
Hellman and Mary McCarthy. And he's negotiating a possible deal to compose a
musical version of Woody Allen's Bullets
Over Broadway with his Sweet Smell
lyricist, Mr. Carnelia. "I love it," Mr. Hamlisch said. "It's a bug, and I've
got it. When I see a really good musical or a really great show, I am just tha-rilled ."
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