Broadway is in crisis!
Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but if I’ve learned anything from Broadway naming convention, it’s that if you want to capture the public’s attention, tack on an exclamation point. And right now, the public’s attention is not caught. The holiday crowds have dissipated, and most of the flashy new shows of the spring season have yet to debut, so grosses are down and theaters are sitting well below full capacity. This week, usual guaranteed moneymakers like Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and Disney’s Aladdin made under a million dollars in gross profit. Broadway, like an entertainment blogger with seasonal affective disorder, is in a bit of a midwinter slump.
One glimmering exception? Sweeney Todd, as on February 9, the show debuted its new Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett, Aaron Tveit and Sutton Foster, respectively. Add the recent casting of Joe Locke as Toby to the mix, and all eyes are on Sweeney. The issue is all ears are on Sweeney as well, and Broadway fans are not liking what they’re hearing. Some theater geeks think Tveit is maybe just a bit too much of a tenor to play the menacing baritone title role, but the big controversy surrounded leaked audio of Foster performing “Worst Pies in London.” I won’t link to it here, partially to avoid sharing unlawfully recorded audio and partially because to spare you an extremely rough listen. The clip has 1.3 million views on X, another 400,000 on TikTok, and led to one colleague telling me, “She should be sent to Broadway prison.” (For the record, I saw her the other week in City Center’s limited run of Once Upon a Mattress and she was beyond incredible.) Sweeney Todd needs to bury the iffy Sutton buzz with a bigger distraction, and Broadway in general needs a reason for audiences to come out in droves and pay premium ticket prices again. I have a solution to both of these problems.
Let people ride the Sweeney Todd barber-chair death slide at intermission.
If you haven’t seen the current production of the Stephen Sondheim classic, set designer Mimi Lien places Sweeney’s barber shop on an elevated bridge, positioned above the rest of the show’s action. When his special barber’s chair is revealed, so, too, is its most exciting mechanism. Sweeney slits a customer’s throat, pulls a lever that tilts the chair at an angle, and sends the corpse sliding down into Mrs. Lovett’s basement. As actor after actor plays dead and expressionless while getting shot offstage down a big mysterious slide, it becomes more and more apparent to the jealous theatergoer that the slide must be so, so fun to ride.
Josh Groban confirmed how fun the slide is on The Tonight Show last October when he said, “Let me tell you, they lube up the chair pretty good before the show. The actors just go, they’re like, Wheeee! Sometimes I hear a wheeee on the way down.” The Sweeney Todd death slide clearly has what it takes to be Times Square’s premiere thrill attraction, and every day that producers don’t allow audiences a chance to ride the slide, it might as well be wads of cash that they’re sending down the chute to burn in Mrs. Lovett’s oven. Exactly how and why it would work:
So Sweeney Todd producers, please give this idea a shot. It will lead to huge ticket sales, delighted audiences, big buzz, and positive PR that has nothing to do with Foster putting her bare feet all up in Tveit’s face. I don’t just want to attend the tale. I demand to ride the slide!
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