Review: An ambitious ‘Carmen Jones,’ set in the 1970s, disappoints at Fresno State
The Fresno State production of “Carmen Jones,” a musical based on the opera “Carmen,” is deeply flawed. On opening night, I was disappointed in nearly every aspect of the show, including the direction, creative concept, acting, vocals, scenic design, lighting design, choreography, sound design and orchestral accompaniment.
Pictured above: Aaleyah Wilson in ‘Carmen Jones.’ Photo: Fresno State
Pictured above: Aaleyah Wilson in ‘Carmen Jones.’ Photo: Fresno State
I’m aware of the significance of this African-American musical, which has an all-black cast. Director Thomas-Whit Ellis worked long and hard on this project in the service of a worthy goal: offering opportunities for an underserved and underrepresented demographic in local theater, both on and off campus. (Many in the cast are community members.) I’m also aware that, as a white male critic, the very act of me finding “Carmen Jones” lacking could be critiqued as problematic when considering my own background, experiences and race.
However, I believe that if I do not offer my honest appraisal of this production — or ignored it entirely, when I have reviewed all Fresno State productions for years — that act itself would be offensive. It would be saying that the same standards do not apply to all mainstage theater on campus.
My thoughts on the production:
First, some background. “Carmen Jones,” which opened on Broadway in 1943, used the music of Georges Bizet (who composed the 1875 opera version of “Carmen”) but substituted lyrics and a book written by Oscar Hammerstein II. The original “Carmen Jones” updated the opera to a World War II-era African-American setting. The cigarette factory of the opera became a wartime parachute factory. Pastia’s Inn became Billy Pastor’s jive cafe. The star bullfighter became a champion boxer.
I think the play is dated and borderline offensive. I’m not alone. In the original opera, Carmen is a Gypsy. Ben Brantley of the New York Times in 2018 wrote: “This was a work … that transliterated a 19th-century French opera depicting the supposedly lusty, homicidal nature of Gypsies into a 20th-century spectacle depicting the supposedly lusty, homicidal nature of black people.”
James Baldwin described the song “Beat Out Dat Rhythm on a Drum,” as depicted in the 1954 movie adaptation, as “an abomination” and that the language made African-Americans sound “ludicrously false and affected, like antebellum Negroes imitating their masters.”
I would be curious to see last year’s acclaimed revival of the Classic Stage Company’s “Carmen Jones.” (The production just received a Lucille Lortel award for best musical revival, an honor given to off-Broadway shows.) Despite the material, director John Doyle made the material soar in ways that Hammerstein never intended. In a review, Brantley described the 2018 production: “Mr. Doyle and his team go with the magnetic flow and personality-shaping detail of the original composition. Music is character here; it is also destiny. Its sweep is such that the lines between speech and song are eradicated. Listening to the lingo that so appalled Baldwin, it might as well be French — an exotic, serviceable vehicle for the thrust and parry of melody.”
From Brantley’s description, it makes it sound as if a giant vacuum sucked up the musty plot and lyrics (which, incidentally, were written by a white man) and left behind only that which is pure and musical. While this approach seems to have worked in New York, nothing like it happens in the Fresno State production. It still feels musty.
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The directorial concept doesn’t work. Ellis sets the Fresno State production in an unnamed city a train’s distance from Chicago. The time is the 1970s at an historically black college. (One good thing about the time period is that it gives a good inspiration for costume designer Kristine Doiel to provide an array of beautifully constructed period costumes, from bell bottoms to white belts. The show’s costume design is a definite strength.) Yet I remain unclear how the collegiate theme fits into the plot and overall concept of “Carmen Jones.”
Carmen (played by a confident and skillful Breayre Tender) appears to remain a factory worker in this version, while Joe (Joshua Slack, a fine actor who does not seem comfortable with the musical format), the man she seduces, is a member of the armed services. (There is one mention of Joe being in the ROTC that I caught, which is the only university connection in the book I could find. But belonging to the ROTC is much different than being an actual soldier in terms of going AWOL, a key plot point of “Carmen.”) There is only one scene that appears to be overtly collegiate. Fraternity and sorority banners descend, Greek letter sweaters are worn, and the energetic choreography (by Miss “K”atrina Steward) is in the stepping style. Beyond that particular part of the show, the ‘70s setting and the university connection feels arbitrary and confusing. The action shifts to a nightclub, then various settings in Chicago, and in these other locales, the university theme fades away.
Something important is lost as the era shifts from a brisk wartime setting to a time of flower power. A cry of “win that war!” is heard. Which war would that be: Vietnam? The 1970s are a far different era than World War II, and the style and tone of the book does not match the bell bottoms. There is no director’s note in the program to at least provide an audience member with more context. I do appreciate that Ellis took a risk with his concept, and it is exciting for a cast to get the opportunity to break new theatrical ground, but the result did not pay off.
The vocal styles are inconsistent. Some of the singers sing operatically; others try for a more soulful approach. Several offer a more speak-sing effect. Only one has the vocal power to give the emphatic, rousing, bittersweet communion with the music that the production needs. That promising voice belongs to Aaleyah Wilson, who plays Cindy Lou, Joe’s badly treated girlfriend. With her prim dresses and upright demeanor, she offers an interesting contrast to the free-spirited Carmen.
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The design for the show is not up to usual Fresno State standards. Liz Crifasi’s lighting design feels dim and listless. (Missed cues and a wayward follow-spot marred the opening night performance.) Jose Elagarza’s sound design fails to deliver many of the lyrics. Jeff Hunter’s industrial-inspired scenic design feels oppressive and provides few visual cues to the vastly different settings called for in the production; the prominent placement of the orchestra (in full view at all times) is uninspired.
There are issues with the orchestra. Conductor Josh Jensen on opening night allowed too many long, awkward pauses in the accompaniment. (He also played clarinet, which slowed him down at times.) This is not a leisurely concert in which the orchestra can take a brief breather between movements of a concerto; timing and pacing means everything. Too often the orchestra seemed to be reacting to the production instead of driving it forward. And some of the instrumental-only interludes make the production’s sometimes stodgy pace seem even more inert, leading to even longer and more awkward pauses in the action.
Finally, the production is hard to connect to emotionally and musically. The experience of musical theater should be one of feeling as if you’re enveloped by the world it creates. Musicals need to sing, and not just literally. The idea of characters breaking into song, which is about unlike real life as you can get, is a way to heighten the human experience and intensify the emotional potency of the material. The story of “Carmen Jones” includes tragedy, but there is no sense of dramatic buildup in this production, no foreboding, no propelling the audience forward to an inevitable conclusion both expected and shocking. I wasn’t immersed. I didn’t feel a sharp, guttural pang when things turn brutal. I didn’t feel much of anything.
Daren Andrew Miller
Although I am not musically inclined nor an ardent musical observer, I appreciate and enjoyed the FSU production of Carmen Jones. I saw the performance on Tuesday. Thank you Dr Thom, students, and community for your hard-work to expose Fresno to African American musical arts.
In defense of Joshua Jensen, he wasn’t given the opportunity to have a sitzprobe which would’ve have fixed many of the timing issues. He also has to deal with many last minute changes in the music including cuts and repeats which are usually figured out weeks before opening night. He is often making on the spot changes during performances due to skipped verses or missed repeats. Over the last few performances, he has tightened up the orchestra timing and it flows quite well now. He is working miracles.
I agree with this review- I was very disappointed in the production, particularly the staging. You know you’re in trouble when the audience laughs at Carmen’s death.
My favorite part of the evening was the wonderful, evocative flute playing by Christina Bellotta.
I agree wholeheartedly with your review, Donald. Chester and I saw the Tuesday evening production which was nearly nearly sold out. I applaud the director’s attempt, but it should have remained in its original setting. An all-black college in the 1970’s made no sense to me. Vocally, the cast was lacking. The set was no set at all. Yes, the costumes were right on. Fresno State productions are always highly professional, and my disappointment with CARMEN JONES, for all the effort put into it, did not entertain and came off as an inept high school musical. I feel badly to express my opinion, but I expect great things from Fresno State, and this did not fulfill my expectations.
I agree with your review. One additional problem was in the “playbill” program, which did not identify the vocalists singing the songs and listed the very large cast alphabetically by actors’ names instead of by character and order of appearance. This made it very difficult to know which actor was playing what part (other than the leads) because many of the characters are not identified by name during the performance (or at least I couldn’t catch those that were). Finally, as a former ROTC grunt I found the whole concept of Joe’s confinement in a guard house and his going AWOL incredulous.” Rotsy” had its flaws, but neither punitive confinement for insubordination nor criminal desertion were one of them.
Amy Esten Ryan
I agree with this review. In fact, I think it is extraordinarily mild and generous. I was appalled by this production. Everyone seemed woefully under-rehearsed. One singer wisely looked upstage at the conductor before beginning her song, but most sounded quite disconnected from the orchestra. (A monitor might have been helpful.) There was no dramatic tension, which must fall on the director. I know the source material quite well, and the character of Joe made no sense in this production. Does he want to marry Cindy Lou or doesn’t he? Is he attracted to Carmen or isn’t he? Their final confrontation wasn’t earned by anything that came before it. The music — which is the main excuse for this piece to exist — was cut to ribbons. The actress playing Carmen is very beautiful and a fine dancer, but others had to do her singing for her, which led to an inevitable lack of connection with the audience. There is really no excuse for reviving Hammerstein’s dated and offensive book and lyrics. If Prof. Ellis wanted to do a play set in an historically black college in the 1970s, he should have commissioned one.
A train wreck from beginning to end. I wanted to leave at intermission but my husband wouldn’t let us.
Patricia Gilbert Hoffman
As the late Brit comic actor Terry Thomas would have said.. “What an absolute shower!” I was so disappointed and also shocked when Carmen met her end and the audience laughed.
YOU GOT ONE THING VERY WRONG DONALD
I went on Tuesday. It was hard to follow. I read your review twice Donald. Although I agree with you about the hard to keep up with the story line, you focused on it so much you missed your mark on the jewel of the show. Choreography.
To place choreography in your opening statement as disappointment, I met 20 people that will say this is untrue. The rows in front and back, that’s what we talked about. During and after the show. I met her afterward, I didn’t know it was her, until I heard a conversation stating that was Miss K, and she is a beauty and something we need more of. I watch many musicals and its all starting to look the same. The same people. Redundant moves. And that may be what you like and what you support Donald, but you missed those moments trying to put it all together.
I haven’t seen black dancers move like that, so many styles in one show at state or any community productions. I was not expecting it. Powerful and one scene made me laugh and the other emotional, through the dancing. They were amazing. Miss Katrina has something special and even with your mostly negative review, her work, can’t be drowned out. I’m an old white woman and I was moved and want more.
There are more positives than what you listed Donald. That young lady will go farther I know it. After researching her, she has more credintials than most are aware. Just from meeting her and seeing her work I feel like she must be protected from your one view point. I am sending more to this section to comment about that great work.