LIZA
MINNELLI is poised for a comeback. Again.
As she prepares a return to Broadway for the first time in almost a decade,
in a new show called “Liza’s at the Palace ...,” opening Wednesday, Ms. Minnelli
is looking — hallelujah! — healthy and happy at 62, and sounding strong and
grounded.
“I just feel like I’ve come through a whole bunch of stuff,” she explained in
the living room of her Upper East Side apartment, a sleek marble-and-mirrors
aerie in which it is easy to imagine the ghost of Halston languidly stalking the
halls, trailing a phantom stream of cigarette smoke. “But I have never felt
better in my life. I feel free. I feel happy. I feel completely solid. Calmer
and more focused. I understand how intelligent I am.”
The words were spoken with Ms. Minnelli’s customary earnest exuberance,
instantly instilling belief. But as this veteran performer’s recent highly
publicized turnaround made spectacularly clear, a sparkling return to form can
ultimately prove to be a fireball presaging another crash landing.
It was just six years ago, after all, that Ms. Minnelli came roaring back
from a brush with death, surgeries to replace two hips and a knee, and the
garden-variety tussles with addiction that had plagued her for years. In the
spring of 2002 she embarked on a tour of a new show that lived up to its title,
“Liza’s Back,” and earned some of the most rapturous reviews of her career.
Writing in The New York Times, Stephen Holden hailed the concert as nothing
short of a “resurrection.”
Wreckage followed the resurrection, in breathtakingly short order. Ms.
Minnelli had married David Gest, the “who he?” impresario whom she credited with
engineering her comeback, in a highly publicized wedding (Ms. Minnelli’s fourth)
that took place just a couple of months before those New York concerts. Less
than two years later divorce papers were filed. The tabloids boiled with
unseemly accusations — from Mr. Gest — that made the couple’s freakish nuptials,
with Michael Jackson and Elizabeth
Taylor in attendance and a now-you-may-kiss-the-bride moment of
unforgettable creepiness, look like a decorous tea party.
Understandably, Ms. Minnelli does not relish the prospect of reliving this
tumultuous period in her life. At times she honestly seemed to have forgotten in
its entirety an episode she referred to at one point as a “hiccup.” When asked
if she was daunted by the prospect of living up to the ecstatic reception of her
last New York show, she seemed to think the reference was to a 1999 Broadway
appearance, also at the Palace: a less enthusiastically reviewed tribute to her
father, the film director Vincente
Minnelli. Could her powers of regeneration be so strong that she has
forgotten her last comeback?
“I don’t remember those shows well,” she admitted of the last New York
appearances, produced by Mr. Gest. “Because it was complicated. I wasn’t in
charge of anything. I was being shoved around a lot. There were things I didn’t
agree with in it. I didn’t have much say.”
In retrospect, how does she explain the strangest interlude yet in a life not
without notorious episodes?
“Encephalitis,” she deadpanned, with a little extra pop of the doe eyes.
That would be the viral brain disease that almost killed her in 2000. Doctors
told her she would never perform again, and Ms. Minnelli painstakingly had to
relearn how to sing, to move, even to talk. It was hardly surprising that she
clung to the first human life raft she came across.
But the recovery from the man who commandeered her recovery and subsequent
renaissance has not been entirely smooth either. An infamous Larry
King interview in 2006 somewhat soured the effect of the good notices she’d
won for her delicious, self-lampooning appearances on the cult television series
“Arrested Development.” Looking bloated and sounding bronchial — overexuberant
even by her own ebullient standards — Ms. Minnelli chatted loopily, giving rise
to new rumors about substance abuse.
And just last December she was flown from Sweden back to the United States
and briefly hospitalized after collapsing as she walked offstage during a
concert. A severe tooth infection was the problem, Ms. Minnelli said, gamely
pointing out a bridge to prove the point.
Whatever the reason — debate all you want the genetic factor or the toxic
effects of living in a showbiz bubble since birth — Ms. Minnelli’s career and
life had eerily come to embody the knock-’em-dead-while-you’re-dying-inside
ethos of some of the songs most closely associated with her (and the
triumph-to-tragedy cycles in the life of her mother, Judy
Garland). She points to the lyrics of “But the World Goes ’Round,” an anthem
to endurance written for her by her longtime collaborators John
Kander and Fred
Ebb. “One day it’s kicks, then it’s kicks in the shins,” she quoted when
asked to give a retrospective glance to her peculiar past.
Ms. Minnelli has been getting her kicks more quietly since she parted ways
with Mr. Gest, and despite a cough imported from Italy that left a burr in her
throat, there was palpable relief in her voice as she related her pleasure at
being single. “I don’t have somebody telling me, ‘Be quiet’ — none of that in my
life anymore,” she said. “It’s just so wonderful to not be tied down for the
first time. I’ve never been not dating or not with someone or not in love. Like
a lot of women my age, I thought for a long time that unless you were with
somebody, you weren’t accepted.”
But the emotional demands and psychic costs of a life onstage played their
part too. “You sing to a whole bunch of people, and you come offstage, and you
want to see one person,” Ms. Minnelli said. “Now I sing to a whole bunch of
people, I say, ‘Thank you,’ and that’s fine. Then I go out and have something to
eat with friends.”
A new song written for her show, “I Would Never Leave You,” constitutes a
heartfelt reaffirmation of her unusually intense emotional pact with her fans,
most of whom have never allowed the clouds of scandal to dim their affection for
her. It’s a love song directed not at a man, or a dream of a man, or a man that
got away, but at the anonymous but adored people in the seats right in front of
her, the only constant in a sometimes careering career, to borrow Stephen
Sondheim’s turn of phrase.
I never left — though I’ve been left alone
With every breath — I am stronger on my own
The smoke has cleared — and look who’s here
The same dame you’ve always known ...
Ms. Minnelli played an unmixed recording of the song that she had made that
afternoon. (It’s written by Billy Stritch, Johnny Rodgers and Brian Lane Green.)
The voice has darkened over the years, but the singing was confident and quietly
impassioned. As her voice has changed, Ms. Minnelli has, at her best, scaled
back the throbbing intensity in her singing to reveal a more shaded approach to
lyrics, influenced by her admiration of Charles
Aznavour.
Her new show also includes Mr. Aznavour’s “What Makes a Man a Man,” as well
as one of Ms. Minnelli’s rare forays into her mother’s repertory, a version of
her Palace Theater medley. The show is produced by Ms. Minnelli’s longtime
concert presenter, John Scher, and his company, Metropolitan Talent Presents,
along with Ms. Minnelli’s own company, Jubilee Time Productions.
If skeptics need proof of Ms. Minnelli’s solid good health, consider the
punishing schedule she maintained in the weeks before the New York opening.
After performing and rehearsing in Italy for three weeks, she flew home on a
Saturday and went into the studio on Sunday morning to record five songs for a
new CD tied to the Palace show. At 9 that evening she sat down for a long
interview. After a day in the city doing more publicity, she was off to Rhode
Island to perform four final shows before coming in to New York.
Hard work and healthy laughter seem to be the two tonics Ms. Minnelli finds
most useful and most necessary these days. (She is not drinking, although she
prefers to keep to herself the details of the length of her sobriety. “It’s a
discipline like anything else,” she said. “You do the best you can every day to
take better care of yourself.”) Both work and humor, she noted, were the
fundamental legacies from her parents and her Hollywood childhood.
“The thing I remember is how much laughter there was,” she recalled. “All
that other stuff was there, of course. But the other stuff was never as serious
or as long-lasting as everybody wanted it to be. I remember people creating
drama when there wasn’t any.
“There was a lot of work too. Even as a kid I remember being on schedule all
the time. Everybody in Hollywood was on a schedule. It was like a mining town,
but we were making movies.”
Her new show climaxes in a tribute to her godmother, Kay
Thompson, like Garland a woman of protean talents, intense drive and a
wickedly sharp sense of humor. Thompson, who died in 1998 after living the last
five years of her life in Ms. Minnelli’s apartment, is best known today as the
author of the “Eloise” books, about a precocious child loose in the
Plaza Hotel and similarly swank locales. Her single significant film
appearance, as a crisply chic fashion editor in the Fred
Astaire-Audrey
Hepburn musical “Funny Face,” remains a touchstone for gay audiences.
(Lithe, effortlessly imperious and glam as bangles, she makes Heidi Klum of
“Project Runway” look like a hausfrau in heels.)
But Ms. Thompson was also a first-rate musician who was playing Liszt on the
piano with the St. Louis Symphony at the age of 16. She was considered by many
experts to be the best vocal arranger and vocal coach in Hollywood in the 1940s,
and she had a brief but dazzling career as a nightclub performer.
The bubble machine in Ms. Minnelli’s psychic makeup goes into overdrive when
she discusses Thompson. “What I remember the most is that everything changed
when she walked in a room,” she said. “The energy changed, the atmosphere
changed. She was it. She was Hollywood’s secret weapon.
“She taught me how to sing more than anyone. She taught me how to move. She
taught me about a certain level of performance I didn’t know about until I
started to work with her. And she was so funny. I remember her saying to me:
‘Look, Liza, there’s a crescent moon. God is paring his toenails.’ ”
The new show actually began as a more modest plan to record Thompson’s
arrangements and some of her compositions. “I started talking about her to a
record executive, who didn’t know who she was,” Ms. Minnelli recalled. “I played
one of the arrangements, I told him a little more. And in the middle of the
meeting I announced that whether it became a record or not, it was going to be a
show. My lawyer fell off his chair.”
Ms. Minnelli recruited a longtime collaborator, Ron Lewis, who had all but
retired to Las Vegas, to direct and choreograph. The second act of the new show
is an attempt to recreate the fabled magic of Thompson’s nightclub act, Kay
Thompson and the Williams Brothers. (One of those brothers was Andy.) Although
the original choreography, noted for its jazzy rhythms and speed, no longer
exists, Mr. Lewis has used photographs to fashion new routines in the same
style. Ms. Minnelli will be joined onstage by four male singer-dancers and will
perform several of Thompson’s best-known compositions. (They aren’t very well
known, in truth: “I Love a Violin”?)
In discussing the range of Thompson’s talents, Mr. Lewis, who joined Ms.
Minnelli for lunch at the “21” Club (where else?) the next day, was eager to
make a comparison. “Everybody knows Liza is an actress and a singer, and in her
heart and soul a dancer more than anything else,” he said. “But her hands are in
every aspect of this show. I’m not talking about somebody who takes a look at a
rack of costumes and says, ‘I’ll wear that one.’ ”
“She has written more than half of the dialogue,” he continued. “She has
overseen arrangements. And in the recording studio she’s telling the trumpets to
take it up a notch. When the orchestra is playing, she can hear that one person
is off half a note. That’s the kind of ear she has. She is totally involved with
the show.”
Ms. Minnelli is taking full responsibility for many things she once relied on
her friend and mentor, Mr. Ebb, who died in 2004, to help oversee. “I was always
Freddy’s girl,” she said. “But in that sense I was trained by the best, and now
I can use it. And this show is so personal, I feel that I am finally finding my
own voice for the first time.”
Given how long, and with what intensity, she has been using that voice, that
is a major statement, metaphorical though it may be. Ms. Minnelli’s life has
contained so many highs — the Oscar, the two Tonys and the Emmy are on low-key
display in the piano room — and such public lows that news media attention will
probably always focus on charting the relative distance from the last peak or
the last valley.
If Ms. Minnelli’s shows at the Palace are successful, the turbulent past will
be a little more distant in the rearview mirror. And this time it will be a
comeback she can truly call her own.