AISLE SAY New York

SCOTLAND, PA

Book by Michael Mitnik
Music and Lyrics by Adam Gwon
Based on the screenplay by Billy Morrissette
Directed by Lonny Price
A Production of the Roundabout Theatre Company
Laura Pels Theatre

Reviewed by David Spencer

I had to think long and hard about the new musical, Scotland, PA, because while it’s done very well, I didn’t take to it. And I hasten to add, you may take to it, there are those who do, and certainly many of them were in the audience with whom I attended.

I guess you need the premise, because all this is tied to the premise. The musical is based on an independent horror flick of the same name, a modern day retelling of Macbeth in a contemporary American setting. But instead of the central locale being Inverness Castle, it’s a wannabe White Castle; a fast-food hamburger joint in the small town of the title, in 1975. Its likewise small-minded boss Duncan (Jeb Brown) is happy to just keep selling the same bunned patties with fries and cokes, constantly putting down the innovative (and of course winkily prescient) suggestions of his young employee Mac (Ryan McCartan); but Mac keeps trying, always urged on to better things by his subtly ambitious wife Pat (Taylor Iman Jones). Well, there’s a convenient seeming-accident with the new deep fryer, Duncan’s no-longer-bullied son Malcolm (Will Meyers) no longer wants the place and…well, you can see where this is going…the more successful the burger joint gets, the more ruthlessly and bloodily Mac and Pat have to cover the tracks of their rise to fame and fortune.

There’s no problem with the libretto adaptation, by Michael Mitnik, of the Billy Morrisette screenplay; and it hits the musical theatre structure template marks cleanly. Adam Gwon‘s lyrics are craftsmanlike and smart for the most part (though in one crucial spot he runs out of steam, but that’s germane to my problem and I’ll get to it)…and as for his music…to my taste, it rocks out too much, even given the tone and era he wishes to evoke, which makes the musical particularization of different characters sound less contrasting than it might. That might be a generational quibble. And the direction of Lonny Price is likewise adept.

So where’s the problem?

I think it’s the source material.

Once Mac becomes a full-fledged killer, you stop caring. At least I did.

But why? Musicals, famous and classic ones I’m quite fond of, have had murderers as central figures: Little Shop has Seymour, and Sweeney Todd has the barber. Why are they more palatable than Scotland PA‘s Mac?

Again, I had to think long and hard. And I think it’s treatment.

Seymour is a loveable zhlub who gets tricked by a plant—and his main motivation is his love of the shopgirl Audrey. Sweeney enters after 15 years of brutalization in prison on a trumped up charge, with a lust for revenge, and it’s an entirely just revenge; plus he’s a lone wolf in a corrupt world, his goal to thereafter reunite with his daughter; and when the opportunity to kill the judge, the source of his haunted, obsessive misery, is at first snatched from right under his hands, he snaps. And both Seymour and Sweeney are musical theatre large, unlike anyone else and existing within rarefied stylization. And if you watch either show for the first time, not knowing the material or their source properties, you don’t know how the stories will wind up. (What happened then? / Well, that’s the play. / And he wouldn’t want us to give it away. / Not Sweeney …)

Scotland PA‘s stylization is of a fairly familiar stripe, despite the skill with which it’s delivered. And as for Mac and Pat…

They’re ordinary ambitious people. When they cross the line, they do it with deliberation and without the broad strokes of equally unique characters and circumstances around them to give urgency and impulse to their compulsion. And that speaks to why Mac’s 11:00 pre-suicide soliloquy (that’s not a spoiler; you know he’s doomed right from the opening number—which may be another problem) lacks lyrical teeth: It’s a declaration of guilt and depression, with no revelation…a moment of suspended animation that can’t move us, whose outcome is a foregone conclusion.

So…as I say, you may be among the significant legion of aficionados who find the show a satisfying Whopper.

Me, I saw an Impossible Burger…

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