The day after I saw the Radio City Christmas Spectacular for the first time in decades, I attended the New York Nutcracker for the first time ever. Both were holiday shows, though one cost up to $700, the other was free; one has been around since 1933, offering as many as five showings a day for eight weeks every year; the other, one-night-only; one, a family show; the other… not.
I felt part of a herd at Radio City Music Hall, a landmark Art Deco theater that seats about 6,000 people – mammoth and overwhelming, full of merch and concession stands where you can buy huge buckets of popcorn that look like toy soldiers. The performers on stage are tiny if you’re not sitting near the front of the orchestra. This is not like Broadway; I was naïve to think it would be.
Yes, the synchronized kicking by the chorus line of Rockettes – first as reindeer, then wooden soldiers, then ballerinas – was dazzling in its precision; where else can you see this? But the rest of the 90-minute show struck me as….what’s the right word? Unsurprising? Unoriginal? Overdone? Can I say cheesy? One audience member called it “non-stop cheesy wonderful nostalgia,” so maybe that’s what the audience wants: The standard Christmas songs, Santas everywhere you look, including rocketing his sleigh mid-air; that’s one of many state-of-the-art video projections (which frequently bleed out from the stage onto the auditorium walls) and special effects (like drone doves.) I also spotted a live goat.
I sat near a woman who told me she flew in to Florida just to see the show, and was flying back that night. I found this humbling. There is a reason more than a million people attend this show each season, and there is no question that it takes hundreds of hard-working people to put it togther (If only it didn’t so much like work.) Maybe going to the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular is like going to the Statue of Liberty or Times Square on New Year’s Eve: A bucket list item for tourists and New Yorkers alike; but one you need not repeat.
New York Nutcracker, featured nine performers and a shadow puppeteer at Lincoln Center’s David Rubenstein Atrium, which seats about 150, when the place is filled with chairs (Normally it’s a lobby.) We first see Pearls Daily, the stage name of the head of the company, puttering around a New York City apartment on Christmas Eve in front of a sign that says “Drink Up Grinches.” She gets ahold of a toilet brush, and enters the bathroom, created as a projection from an overhead projector. She then strips and takes a shower.
Pearls Daily has been dubbed “The It Girl of Burlesque,” which I learned from her website only afterwards; I hadn’t know what I was in for.
One by one the colorfully costumed characters show up, more or less following the story of “The Nutcracker Suite,” complete with a recording of Tchaikovsky ’s score. There are some special touches: She receives her Nutcracker doll delivered by a sexy postman. Rather than just falling asleep, she falls into a drunkent stupor. After a while, I’ll confess I lost the thread of the story, as they were shedding their threadss.
