Billy Elliot on Broadway

As much fun as I'd been having this past week stalking Brandi Carlile, driving around the New York suburbs, taking my grandparents to Costco, and collecting bagels and apple pies from my old stomping grounds, I felt as though something was remiss on this trip. It was something that I couldn't quite put my finger on until I got on a train to Manhattan, got off in midtown, and hit Broadway. Though seeing my favorite rock star do her thing in my hometown was certainly a trip, I was starting to feel like a traitor to Broadway. After all, in my world, usually the entire reason to come to New York is to support theater and feed my showtunes habit. I was already starting to feel the pangs of guilt and longing on Tuesday, the day that my friends in Chicago and I were supposed to go see the national tour of Rent, but I found myself on the outskirts of Manhattan, watching the farthest thing from a Broadway musical imaginable. Yesterday, I felt like I had finally returned to reality when I ended up wandering around Times Square, listening to the strains of showtunes pouring out of storefronts, and deciding which musical to check out that night. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to choose from, since Broadway has taken a huge downturn in these times of economic crisis. I forged on anyway, and ended up with a balcony seat to Billy Elliot. I was wary of this production at first, since I'm not usually a huge fan of non-musical movies being made into Broadway musicals, but the reviews for this from friends and critics alike have been positive, and I love musicals with lots of dancing, so I decided to check it out. Sitting in a Broadway theater, hovering over an orchestra pit, listening to the two old biddies sitting next to me kvetch, and watching a 12 year old ballet prodigy on stage was definitely a welcome change of pace from the rest of the week.

Billy Elliot The Musical is a fairly faithful adaptation of the film, both versions directed by Stephen Daldry. It's a story that's ripe for Broadway – a 12 year old boy with a dead mother is stuck in a dying mining town in Northern England, during the mining strike in the mid-80's. One day, while trying to recover from his usually disastrous boxing lesson, he finds his way into a ballet class and a mentor/surrogate mother named Mrs. Wilkinson. Ballet, it turns out, is his ticket out of working class minutiae, but first he has his striking family to contend with before he can make it to the auditions for the Royal Ballet. With music by Elton John, it turns out to be the perfect theme for the Broadway audience – an audience who can surely appreciate the desire to trade working class ideals for high brow culture in the big city, as well as the running "celebrate your individuality" theme.

There are definitely some changes in the pacing in order to fit Billy Elliot into his new medium – where the film rollicks along gently to a satisfying ending, the stage production hits a few snags along the way. Compared to the film, the stage play looks a bit clunkier, and though the musical numbers are mostly well worth the time it takes to sit through them, they do occasionally seem misplaced or misdirected. In the film version, when Billy accidentally stumbles upon his first ballet class, he does just that. In the stage version, he stumbles upon a hot mess of pre-teen ballerinas doing a silly dance number, an awkward tribute to musicals past that just misses the mark. They're led by the shrewd Mrs. Wilkinson, who becomes an unwitting mentor to Billy, but in this number, resembled an even shriller version of Miss Hanigan. That one number, along with the sound issues in the opening number were enough to make me worry for the rest of the production. Thankfully, though, the cast and the script recover quickly, and it only gets better from there.

As can be expected from a musical about a dancer, the choreography was probably the best part. Dance numbers ranged in style from ballet, to modern, to tap combined with Irish step dance. For a musical about ballet, Billy Elliot sure did have a lot of tap numbers, but they work to the show's advantage, in a rare moment of symbolism through dance that's not seen much on Broadway anymore. While Billy is pliè-ing his heart out in ballet class, his father and brother are facing a violent and chaotic strike at the coal mine they're trying to save. The raucousness of the tap numbers performed by the miners served to symbolize the chaotic nature of life in this mining town, and it provides a good contrast to the soft music and tutus of the ballet world that Billy lives in. Plus, the last time I saw this many tap numbers on Broadway was in 42^nd Street, so it was refreshing to see a more contemporary use of the genre. At the beginning of the show, seeing the tough-guy miners break into a tap number was jarring, but it served its purpose until the very end, when all hell breaks loose in the unnecessary and silly dance-break finale.

Overall, this show does exactly what a dance musical should: furthers the story through dance, making the choreography the most expressive part of the show. Everything culminates in the second act, in a dream ballet no doubt inspired by the ones invented by Agnes DeMille for Oklahoma and Carousel. It's a pas de deux between Billy and his older self, and I will admit that when the stage cleared, revealing a cloud of smoke and the two dancers, I was a little worried. But by the middle of the piece, the strains of Swan Lake start to escalate, the dancing gets more impassioned, and we're amazed that a 12 year old can dance with so much maturity and earnestness. Unlike other musicals starring precocious children, the casting agents over at Billy Elliot managed to find pre-teen boys who can dance, act and sing with a maturity level way beyond their years. What results is a compelling and complex main character, and you forget that you're watching a 6^th grader on stage.

When the show ended, and the silly production number at the end finally dissipated, we were reminded that it is, once again, the time of year for the Broadway Cares fundraiser. I'm only mentioning this because I'm a huge sucker for it – the ending of the show, though emotional, was marred for me by the dance number I disliked; but what really moved me at the end of the show were the Broadway Cares speeches. Broadway Cares is a nonprofit formed by members of Actors' Equity to raise money for people with AIDS. It was originally started in the mid-80's as a call to action for a community of performers who were losing friends right and left, and not getting recognition from the press about it. It's been around ever since I was old enough to attend Broadway shows, so to me, it's always just been a given part of going to the theater. It just moves me because it shows that even in the entertainment industry, where people can be ruthless, competitive, divas, etc., Equity has managed to band together on something and form a community around a tragedy that affects them all personally.