Their Favorite Things: Fiddler on the Roof's Alexandra Silber Shares Her Theatregoing Experiences

Favorite Things   Their Favorite Things: Fiddler on the Roof's Alexandra Silber Shares Her Theatregoing Experiences
 
Alexandra Silber, who is playing eldest daughter Tzeitel in the critically acclaimed revival of Fiddler on the Roof at the Broadway Theatre, shares the performances that most affected her as part of the audience.
Alexandra Silber
Alexandra Silber

Charles Dance in Shadowlands

<i>Shadowlands</i>
Shadowlands Photo by Tristram Kenton

I spent the first eight years of my adulthood in the U.K., first training in Glasgow at The Royal Conservatoire of Scotland, and then working in the West End in London — so many of my early, endemic theatre experiences are from those years. There were countless performances I’d describe as "wonderful," but one that sticks out as THRILLING. That was Charles Dance as C.S. Lewis in Shadowlands at the Novello in 2008. I was performing in Fiddler on the Roof (because, yes, it is the only show I do…) down the road at The Savoy, so I took in a mid-week matinee and scarcely had any tears left for my own show that evening.

I was so overwhelmed by the entire production that I RETURNED a second time (something I had, up until that point, never done before) and was, in fact, moved even MORE intensely upon reviewing. It is/was my favorite performance I have/had ever seen in London.

American Idiot

A scene from <i>American Idiot</i>
A scene from American Idiot Photo by Paul Kolnik

I can’t even talk/write about this one— woof (look: animal noises are a more apt description of my emotions than human language). It is so fascinating because AI isn’t really my “aesthetic” (I tend to enjoy classics more than contemporary things), nor is rock really my thing. But 9$84yo3h&l@ksjdnb*%clka¢sj¡, it didn’t just move me: IT TOTALLY DESTROYED ME. How much you ask? It is the only time I have ever been obliterated so completely by a piece of theatre that the ushers came up to the puddle that was me after the theatre had cleared out and said, “Um, Miss? Uh, everything…okay? [*sobs more*] Okay well, um, we’re closing up…” That music was the unintentional soundtrack to my adolescence. And I know those people. They are my people.

The entire original cast of Ragtime

The cast of <i>Ragtime</i>
The cast of Ragtime

There is no other piece of theatre that meant more to my family. The original cast recording pretty much orchestrated our lives in the late 90s, and no other piece of contemporary theatre has ever rocked me like it. I think you could say that long before I ever saw Ragtime live, it had already formed and shaped my personal connection to, my aesthetic, and my feelings for and about, the theatre. So when my father made it his mission to take our family to New York to see it, suffice it to say: WE MELTED. We cried a lake of tears, and it not only met our expectations, it exceeded them.

Angela Lansbury in A Little Night Music

Angela Lansbury in <i>A Little Night Music</i>
Angela Lansbury in A Little Night Music Photo by Joan Marcus

Anyone who even REMOTELY knows me personally, or follows me on social media, or happens to casually see my iPhone wallpaper knows that I have a mild (read: ridiculously-out-of-control) obsession with my only idol: Angela Lansbury. Can you believe it took me 26 years to see her live on stage? Having admired her on television, in films and on every cast recording she EVER MADE IN THE HISTORY OF EVER, the very first time I saw her live on stage was as Madame Armfeldt in the 2009 revival of A Little Night Music and… I died a little.

Could I meet her afterward at stage door? Nope. I’m actually quite shy, and I also would never have known what to say… it was pretty magical to be 25 feet away from your only idol for the first time, and also? She was marvelous and classy and beyond beautiful in the role.

The Seagull at Lake Lucille

Chekhov at Lake Lucille
Chekhov at Lake Lucille

This cannot even be called a production, but is more accurately to be titled an “event” of epic proportions. I am a major fan of both Chekhov and “marathon theatre,” but this took both to the extreme.

Founded by Melissa Kievman and Brian Mertes in 2003, the Lake Lucille project re-framed their Rockland County home as a performance venue. Basically? You drive out to Lake Lucille. You park near their house. And you (and maybe 90 other people) witness an all-encompassing, site-specific, marathon theatre event where four acts of The Seagull takes the entire day to witness. Mind. Blown. It didn’t hurt that my treasured pal Gabriel Ebert played Konstantin with such depth and vigor, who is absolutely the best Kostya I have ever seen live (and I’ve seen a baker’s dozen).

Danny Burstein in The Drowsy Chaperone

Danny Burstein and Beth Leavel in <i>The Drowsy Chaperone</i>
Danny Burstein and Beth Leavel in The Drowsy Chaperone Photo by Joan Marcus

Just… Aldolpho. We were in the presence of genius there, folks, and anyone who saw it knows it. I don’t think there is anything else to say other than it is a performance that was so out-of-this-world I’m still not quiiiiite sure it was real.

Hoon Lee in The King & I

Hoon Lee and Kelli O'Hara
Hoon Lee and Kelli O'Hara Photo by Paul Kolnik

I saw Bart’s revival in October and while the entire production was wholly spectacular, Hoon Lee blew my brains out. I wiped tears from my NECK. What he did was so nuanced, genuine, funny, overwhelmingly powerful, and detailed— a true work of art, not to mention beautifully sung. Hoon is an amazing guy, too—a Harvard grad, humble, funny, nerdy, a family-man, and one OUT OF THE WORLD KING OF SIAM. You can still see him through February.

Run to see it...

Urinetown

A scene from <i>Urinetown</i>
A scene from Urinetown

Oh my Lordy loo. (Pun intended) All of it. Like: what the actual HECK original cast of Urinetown?!
Theatre legends paying to pee, schooling us in irony and nuevo-farce and, of course, John Cullum, Jeff McCarthy, Hunter Foster, and Nancy Opel belting Zs. It was painfully hilarious, not to mention oddly poignant. I saw it with Michael Arden in limited view seats and still, when it was over, I wanted to press proverbial "rewind" and just see the spectacular insanity again.

Alan Cumming in Cabaret

Alan Cumming and cast in <i>Cabaret</i>
Alan Cumming and cast in Cabaret Joan Marcus

I was lucky enough to see Alan (fellow RCS alum, doncha know) in both the 1998 revival (and the 2014 revival [of the revival?]) The 1998 viewing rocked me—and not only had me thinking outside the box, but it blew UP the box and likely scorched my previously-held, teenaged “aesthetics” to ash.

His was the first time I had ever seen an actor dare to not just “get dirty” (and not—though definitely appropriate—in the sexual sense). I mean he was b*lls-to-the-wall, cover-yourself in muck and glitter and disgrace and don’t give a solitary f*** what anyone thinks: just get out there and put it all on the line without a scrap of fear or shame. Not a worry. Not a speck of fear. Just tons of grit. Humor. Generosity. Creative flow. It left me awestruck.

The cheating answers:

My students at Pace University

Okay. I know they are not On, Off or Off-Off Broadway, but they might be any freakin' second.

I have the honor of being an acting professor at Pace University in the extraordinary School of Performing Arts, and what I have witnessed in these bright, beautiful, open and glorious young people is the future of our industry and nothing short of miraculous. My class specializes in classics, so the work I’ve witnessed and lead has been primarily in five (mind-melting) ancient Greek tragedies, The Seagull and The Spoon River Anthology. I could never select just one performance, but suffice it to say that Hammerstein’s words ring true: “It’s a very ancient saying, but a true and honest thought, that if you become a teacher, by your pupils you’ll be taught.”

Tyne Daly

I know it is sort of cheating to talk about an actor one has shared a stage with, but Tyne’s performance as Maria Callas in Terrence McNally’s Master Class revival in 2011 is one that rises to top of best stage partners I’ve ever had the honor of playing with. Tyne treated me like an equal (on and off stage), and I endeavored to deserve that honor. Her “game” improved mine, and what we alchemically created together was one of the greatest and most precious creations of my life. Her Callas was towering, tender, monstrous, human, vulnerable, honest and, ultimately, incandescent. As long as I live, I shall never forget it.

Tyne Daly in <i>Master Class</i>
Tyne Daly in Master Class Photo by Joan Marcus
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