I saw Giulia last week and went in with high expectations because of the subject matter, the director, and the creator coming from another medium—pop country. I came out disappointed that it never quite gelled.
The production, from the direction to the sets and costumes, was perfectly in period, some of it gorgeously so. The score was my first disappointment. It was an amalgam of styles—pop, rap, Broadway, and some interesting turns on Italian folk and religious music. It worked hard against the period visual cues. It might have worked—see Hamilton or Jesus Christ Superstar—if the lyrics had more impact and were better focused.
Beneath the score are some of the best arrangements and orchestrations I've heard in a long time. I would welcome listening to a cast recording, but I would not relish sitting through the two-hour-and-forty-minute show again.
The book, which is pretty much sung through, keeps the story moving, but it doesn't do a great job fleshing out or deepening the characters, nor does it always set up the story for the most interesting musical moments. Once those moments arrive, the lyrics rarely elevate beyond recitative.
This has the potential to be Evita-like in thrusting its leading character into musical theater lore. As it is, it feels like a series of missed opportunities.
They're using the Italian spelling, Giulia. Rather than mimic Les Hamilton, the show should be "Salvaci, o Giulia!" Instead, it often feels generic—more "Hey, Julia!" than distinctly Italian.
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