Tonight, BillyBoy and I went to see Sunday in the Park with George. It was my second time. I watched for a more precise first act, hoped for a warmer Dot and listened for a fuller orchestra. I went for the repeat of the chills I experienced the first time from Daniel Evans and Mary Beth Peil's Beautiful, Jenna Russell's Children and Art and Daniel Evans' Finishing the Hat. I returned for the blank walls of the stage becoming the canvas. I especially went for the first Sunday at the bottom of the first act and then the reprise at the end of the second act.
Jenna Russell as Marie won me during the second act on the first night, but tonight she won me during the first act as Dot. Her humor was relaxed, her love intense. Mary Beth Peil was even more tender as George's mother. The found the lighting and projection even more fascinating and beautiful this time.
My only disappointment was the orchestra - it lacks fullness, grandness and cohesiveness. My seat the first night and tonight was on the right side of the mezzanine, close to the musicians' box. Perhaps the sound is more balanced from below. The clarinet is too harsh on its own. Plus, there's no French horn, or even a simulation of one.
I saw my friend Michael there. He introduced me to Anthony Dean Griffey, who Sally and I will see in Peter Grimes at the Met on March 24th, its closing night. I just recently watched - and re-watched - his powerful performance in the broadcast of Rise and Fall of The City of Mahagonny from LA Opera.