Popular song-and-dance man, Bruce Adler, passed away July 25th. He was
diagnosed with cancer in 2004 and chose to keep this a personal matter,
never allowing his audiences to be aware. He is survived by his widow,
theater director Amy London, and his two step-children Emily and A.J.
and his much-adored newest addition, son Baby Jacob.
SOUTH FLORIDA SALUTES BRUCE ADLER
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Sunrise Lakes Phase 4
10102 Sunrise Lakes Blvd.
Sunrise, FL, 33322
Time: 2:30 P.M.
Box Office: 954-748-3230
Ticket Price $20.00
BRUCE ADLER
Any additional donations should be made payable to the London/Adler
Family Trust.
Stars who have volunteered to perform in memory of their close friend,
include:
Bruce Adler’s Bio
Entertainer Bruce Adler has an extremely loyal, appreciative following
in South Florida, which knows his song-and-dance act and seems perfectly
content to go see it, year after year.
Although he makes a point of giving it a slightly new spin with each
return visit, it is his highly familiar, high-energy, often
Yiddish-based patter numbers that gain the most approval from the crowd.
Certainly that was the case at Saturday evening's Royal Poinciana
Playhouse opening of Song and Dance Man, his latest one-man,
perform-till-the-audience-is-exhausted-watching nostalgia fest. For
while the first act included plenty of selections he had not done
previously, loosely structured into a salute to musical performers of
the past, it was not until Adler tossed that concept aside with such
signature numbers as the nimble-toed Romania, Romania and the joke-laden
Chutzah-zah that the audience responded enthusiastically.
It is not that Adler's cover versions of songs associated with Fred
Astaire (Stepping Out With My Baby, Cheek to Cheek) are less than
first-rate. Or that his up-tempo Old Black Magic in the style of Sammy
Davis Jr. is less than magical. Or that his Sinatra tribute (One For the
Road), complete with raincoat draped over one shoulder, is anything but
ring-a-ding-ding. But, frankly, these could be delivered just as
persuasively by any of a dozen easy-listening vocalists.
What sets Adler apart from other entertainers working today is the
trip-hammer novelty material, like his accelerating rendition of The
William Tell Overture, which ping-pongs back and forth between a
nearsighted Tell and his understandably nervous, apple-wearing son. Or
his faux-Russian comic turn, The Palace of the Tsar, complete with
acrobatic choreography, reminiscent of Danny Kaye at his cavorting best.
But even those potential show-stoppers do not connect with the audience
like the numbers in Yiddish, which dominate the second half of the
evening. Adler recreates a Sunday-morning Yiddish-culture radio
broadcast including the adventures of Kalman, the Kosher cowboy, the
inevitable reminiscence of the caloric excess of the Catskills (The Last
Glass of Tea) and such Old World/New World blends as Alexander's Ragtime
Band sung in his mother tongue.
Call it the vaudeville equivalent of comfort food. Perhaps in these
uncertain times there is an added yearning for the familiar, from the
songs to the jokes, most of which you are likely either to know the
punch lines or to see them coming long before they arrive.
Never let it be said that the ingratiating Adler does not know his
audience. There have been years where he tried to push the bounds of his
material and met with resistance. So who could blame him for keeping
them happy with the same old song and dance?
SEAFARER AT MOSAIC THEATRE:
AN
EXTRAORDINARY PRODUCTION
By Ron Levitt
Florida
Media News
“The Seafarer,” -- Colin
McPherson’s latest successful Irish yarn filled with boozing and
clever bantering – has come to the tiny Mosaic Theatre in
Broward and thanks to brilliant direction, a terrific ensemble
cast, perfect scenery, makes the transition from Broadway a
spectacular leap.
Much to the credit of artistic
director Richard Jay Simon, this production – one of the
earliest since Seafarer closed in New York
– is a dramatic treat. Five of Florida’s top
actors teamed with Director Simon to once again showcase a
theatre which despite its small venue at
American Heritage School in Plantation
continues to lead Broward in professional productions. The
extraordinary cast: Ken Clement, Dennis Creaghan, John Felix,
Christian Rockwell, Gregg Weiner. Remember all of these names
when local acting awards come due!
McPherson has repeated the basics
of his successful career by presenting a group of colorful
characters who drink much to much with a backdrop of the devil
hovering closer than they realize. Yes, The Seafarer is about a
mysterious individual who defines Hell in a different manner
than the fire and brimstone we have heard about. Hell is where
“you see all the people who seem to live in another world ……and
you just walk and walk and walk and you’re on your own and
nobody knows who you are.” Furthermore, “self-loathing” is a
kind of hell you could be offered if you make a deal with the
devil.
Pretty deep and serious subjects,
but McPherson – and director Simon – make the theme less weighty
with stimulating, sometimes humorous dialogue, a storyline
which intrigues, and a staged fabrication which defies this size
of this theatrical venue.
It’s about two working class
brothers -- one blind (Creagan) and the other, an unsuccessful,
self-destructive man who is acting as a caretaker (Weiner) .
They reside in their cozy but somewhat pathetic males-only
house in a small town near Dublin,
They and their friends gather for some pre-Christmas boozing,
blarney and poker. Two pals (Felix and Rockwell) arrive, both
already well filled with drink. Then cometh a stranger
(Clement) – who doesn’t much like Christmas and seems to know a
lot about the younger brother and what sins he may have
committed in the past. The idea of a drunken Irishman as the
devil is just a part of the humor which is injected into this
vibrant script.
We hate to lavish too many
superlatives (we may need them for the future) but the
technical aspects of this production deserve mention, The
cottage which seem to be the favorite hangout for these
drinking buddies was created by scenic designer Sean
McClelland, Jeff Quinn did the lighting and Matt Corey the
sound design. All three should take a bow along with the
creative acting ensemble.
The second act – featuring a poker
game in which one man may be playing for his very soul – is
wrenching. Just when we figure the devil has won his due, the
room is filled with light and heavenly and religious signs
provide the happiest finale one may find among the many writers
of Irish literature. Makes one want to toast the good guys!!!!
The Seafarer plays through
December 14.
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