Review: Bette Midler Is Back

‘I’ll Eat You Last’ review: Bette Midler is back
Published: April 23, 2013 5:54 PM

Photo: Walter McBride
Photo: Walter McBride

How much fun is it to have Bette Midler curled up barefoot on a sofa on a Broadway stage, chatting at us for 90 minutes in a periwinkle blue caftan with silver sparkles to match her long fingernails?

So much fun that, even when the script doesn’t scintillate as much as it intends to, a happy contentment seems to permeate the theater.

But first, we clarify. Midler is not here as her own branded divine self. In a platinum flip and enormous glasses, she is playing a different oversized personality and Hollywood power divinity, Sue Mengers, Hollywood’s first woman superagent, who died at 79 in 2011.

In John Logan‘s solo play, “I’ll Eat You Last,” Midler takes on her first Broadway role since she was a 1967 replacement Tzeitel in “Fiddler on the Roof.”

For a while, she seems almost as much Bette as Mengers. Before long, however, we stop expecting her to launch into one of her clam-on-a-half-shell extravaganzas and imagine we are there with Mengers for a fateful day in 1981 in what she calls “my modest little hacienda in the hills of Beverly.”

At least she calls it that in this fact-based fiction written by Logan, Tony-winning playwright of “”Red” and screenwriter of “Skyfall,” and based on recollections by Mengers’ friends. She also gossips about lots of her heavyweight ’60s and ’70s clients, many of whom have abandoned her by the time she is talking bawdy to us. She tries not to focus on the call expected to confirm that Barbra Streisand, her longtime client and friend, is firing her.
The phone, with its curly cord, is not the only thing old about the scene. Although we’re interested in Mengers’ rise from isolated German émigré to kingmaker, gossip about Ali MacGraw, Steve McQueen and Gene Hackman feels as ancient as her joke about ’60s mass murderer Richard Speck.

On the other hand, there is Midler’s Mengers, waiting to host a party with a joint in one hand, a cigarette in the other. Terrific director Joe Mantello frames her in a peach mansion where shadows of the pool she never uses appear on the ceiling. She misses old Hollywood, where “we used to laugh more.” Midler makes us miss it, too.

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