MIDNIGHT COWBOY
Southwark Playhouse Elephant
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โNick Winstonโs staging is slick but lacks pace and energyโ
Apparently, John Schlesingerโs 1969 American film โMidnight Cowboyโ is the only X-Rated film to win the Best Picture Academy Award. Despite its bleak setting and outlook, the story of an unlikely friendship between two lost souls in New York City has been variously described as one of the greatest films of the sixties, and later deemed โculturally, historically and aesthetically significantโ. Based on James Leo Herlihyโs novel of the same name, its success โ according to the director โ was largely down to its brutal exploration of loneliness. Both the film and the novel captured the quality of its time place in American cultural history.
Fast forward half a century and the ground-breaking story washes up in the hands of dramatist Bryony Lavery and songwriter Francis โEgโ White who have shoehorned the bromantic fairy-tale of New York into a two-and-a-half-hour slice of musical theatre. A few years ago, we might have been more surprised, but as we have become acclimatised to outlandish choices for a musicalโs subject matter, we have learnt to take this sort of thing in our stride. Claiming to be based on the novel, in reality โMidnight Cowboy โ A New Musicalโ duplicates the filmโs narrative by doing away with the central characterโs back story and presenting it in disjointed flashbacks which, in this medium, get lost in the mix.
Joe Buck (Paul Jacob French) is a naรฏve yet damaged individual escaping his dead-end life in Texas by reinventing himself as a cowboy and heading off to New York to become a male prostitute. Success doesnโt come easy, to the point that he even pays his first client instead of the other way around. Hooking up with Rico โRatsoโ Rizzo (Max Bowden), he thinks his fortunes are on the rise until he discovers the rat Ratso has taken him for a ride. A mutual dependence grows, however, and after Joe moves into Ratsoโs squalid squat, each individualโs isolation finds meaning and connection in a world of hustlers and neโer-do-wells.
Nick Winstonโs staging is slick but lacks pace and energy, and we never feel the full force of the unexpected chemistry between the protagonists. Despite strong performances we remain unconvinced, and neither do we feel their desperation. Similarly, Joe Buckโs encounters steer clear of gritty realism. However, whenever we are drawn in, we are suddenly denied access by a song that comes out of nowhere. Francis โEgโ White has form as a songwriter, and there is no denying that there are a fair few excellent numbers, but the score is too often at odds with the text. There are exceptions. Tori Allen-Martinโs gorgeously smoky voice curls round the sultry, soul-disco chords of โWhatever it is Youโre Doingโ. We are in Serge Gainsbourg territory here, with a soft-porn gloss. Bowdenโs โDonโt Give Up on Me Nowโ has a real Tom Waits quality, reprised later by French who throws in shades of Randy Newman. Elsewhere, however, the songs tend to halt the narrative or simply cloud the intent. โEvery Inch of this Earth is a Churchโ strips away the inherent comedy of the classic scene where Joe Buck mistakes a religious fanatic for a pimp. And blow jobs and ballads have never been known to go well together.
It could be ground-breaking, and there is at times a surreal, cartoon-like quality to the show. But it cannot conceal the tameness of this interpretation. As if sensing the emotional detachment, French cranks up the passion during the closing scene, but we feel that it is unearned and inauthentic. There is poignancy in there somewhere, but like the dreams of the hapless heroes, it remains out of reach.
MIDNIGHT COWBOY
Southwark Playhouse Elephant
Reviewed on 10th April 2025
by Jonathan Evans
Photography by Pamela Raith