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    Charles Strouse, Composer of ‘Annie’ and ‘Bye Bye Birdie,’ Dies at 96

    He wrote some of the most enduring musical theater numbers of his era and earned three Tony Awards, a Grammy and an Emmy.Charles Strouse, an accidental Broadway composer whose work — including hits like “Annie” and “Bye Bye Birdie” — earned him three Tony Awards, a Grammy and an Emmy, died on Thursday at his home in Manhattan. He was 96. His death was confirmed by Jim Byk, a spokesman for the family.Mr. Strouse had more than a dozen Broadway shows to his credit and composed some of the most enduring musical theater numbers of his era: “Put On a Happy Face” and “Kids (What’s the Matter With Kids Today?)” from “Bye Bye Birdie,” which opened in 1960 and featured lyrics by his frequent collaborator Lee Adams; “But Alive” from “Applause” (1970), a musical adaptation of the movie “All About Eve” starring Lauren Bacall, with lyrics by Mr. Adams; and “Tomorrow” and “It’s the Hard-Knock Life” from “Annie” (1977), with lyrics by Martin Charnin.All three shows earned Tonys for Mr. Strouse — “Birdie” and “Applause” for best musical and “Annie” for best original score. Both “Birdie” and “Annie” were made into hit movies.Andrea McArdle, in the title role, with Sandy Faison (left) and Reid Shelton (second from left) in “Annie.” Mr. Strouse’s biggest hit, it opened on Broadway in 1977 and ran for almost six years.PhotofestLauren Bacall starred in “Applause” (1970), which, like “Bye Bye Birdie,” won Mr. Strouse and Mr. Adams the Tony for best musical.PhotofestMr. Strouse’s music has been recorded by Frank Sinatra, Barbra Streisand, Duke Ellington and Jay-Z, who sampled the corresponding number from Broadway’s “Annie” on his 1998 rap single “Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem).”Some of Mr. Strouse’s numbers became so ubiquitous that they seemed revered and reviled by the public in equal measure. Each response in its own way was a badge of honor.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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    ‘Doctor Odyssey’ Wraps Up Its Sexy, Shameless First Season

    The ABC series is only sort of a doctor show. It is better understood as a fantasy.“Doctor Odyssey” finishes its first season on Thursday at 9 p.m., on ABC, and as of press time it still hasn’t been renewed (nor has it been officially canceled). My candles are lit; my fingers are crossed. I love this stupid — so stupid, oh God, stupid, stupid — show. The season thus far is available on Hulu.Joshua Jackson stars as Dr. Max Bankman, the doctor for the luxury cruise ship the Odyssey. He works closely — extremely closely — with Avery (Phillipa Soo), a nurse practitioner who wants to go to medical school, and Tristan (Sean Teale), a nurse. “Love triangle” is too quaint a term, but “throuple” is too resolved. Both men are in love with Avery, though neither holds her full attention. In the sixth episode, prompted by a nourishing goal-setting exercise, they have a steamy, adoring and mutually enjoyable threesome. In fandom parlance, “shippers” are viewers who want the characters to get into a romantic relationship. And oh, “Doctor Odyssey” has plenty of ship.I’m old enough to remember when a time when a devil’s threesome on network television would have been on the news. But here on the high seas, everyone is so sexually liberated that the show loops back around to being wholesome. Sexy, sure. Dirty, no.“Odyssey” operates like “The Love Boat” in that each episode features new guests to both the ship and the show. Each cruise has some kind of theme, which inevitably leads to a series of medical crises, at which point our heroes take a brief break from all the sexual bliss and hobnobbing to save some lives. All the medical instruments and machinery are in a brushed gold instead of stainless steel because intravenous poles deserve glam, too.The show was created by Jon Robin Baitz, Joe Baken and Ryan Murphy, and “Odyssey” feels like a lot of other Ryan Murphy shows, most especially “Nip/Tuck,” the lush, bonkers plastic surgery drama that ran from 2003-2010. But where that show was framed by the recurring prompt “Tell me what you don’t like about yourself,” “Odyssey” is a bacchanalia of self love, of acceptance, of validation. It can feel as if “Nip” got a gentle-parenting glow-up, its luridness revised for the more empowered, enlightened standards of today.“Odyssey” is in some ways the inside-out version of “The Pitt” (streaming on Max), TV’s buzziest doctor show. Jackson’s Max and Noah Wyle’s Dr. Robby are both brilliant and ethical leaders with high standards. They are both haunted by their experiences at the beginning of the pandemic, Robby by his mentor’s death and Max by the fact that he was among Covid’s earliest patients — he was hospitalized and in a coma, near death. Both Max and Robby cope admirably with a partner’s reproductive choices. Both shows indulge in a bit of medical gore, and both use a sense of “Oh no, we don’t have the resources we need” to intensify the drama. In “The Pitt,” it’s for budgetary reasons; in “Odyssey,” it’s because they’re at sea.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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    ‘Rotten Legacy’ Is a Soapy Spanish Succession Story

    The premise of this foreign Netflix drama makes it sound a lot like “Succession,” but it isn’t trying to be. It’s brighter and pulpier than that.The Spanish soap “Rotten Legacy,” on Netflix (in Spanish, with subtitles, or dubbed), follows an ailing media czar and his unhappy heirs as they take turns manipulating and sabotaging one another.“Succession”? “Succession,” you say? Oh, not quite. “Legacy” is nowhere near as tense or textured, nor as funny, but it also isn’t trying to be. It’s bright and pulpy, juicy and impatient. Plenty of fraught and twisty board meetings, though.Federico (Jose Coronado) has spent the last two years away from his home and work, receiving cancer treatment. Now that he’s back, he is dismayed by how his children have run the show in his absence, though of course he’s the kind of father who is always dismayed.Andrés (Diego Martín) has been handling the newspaper and Yolanda (Belén Cuesta) a TV station. Guadalupe (Natalia Huarte) is trying to shed her rich-girl image with a career in progressive politics. They are each mixing business with pleasure — or if not pleasure, at least sex, self-loathing and double-crossing. But the family that frauds together stays together, bound by mutually assured destruction. “Your kids are like this because you’re like this,” an associate tells Federico. It’s not a compliment.In addition to prodigal patriarch woes, Federico’s other big project is sitting for a tell-all interview that will be released upon his death. On one hand, it’s an important way to solidify his legacy and get the last word. On the other … now there’s a recording of all his dirty laundry and cruel opinions, and plenty of people would love to get their hands on it while he’s alive to face the fallout.“In order to back-stab, you don’t really need talent,” Yolanda tells her father, knife in his back. Everybody has secrets here, and secret priorities, and boy are there a lot of surreptitious recordings. That’s life in the media biz, where knowledge, leverage and receipts make the world go ’round.“Legacy” has some fun with its messy romance plots, though I could do without a sex scene set to the Sufjan Stevens song “John Wayne Gacy.” So many shows about executive strife look gray and cold, all silvery reflections and austere offices. “Legacy,” though, is bright and colorful, with secret meetings on lush, green soccer pitches and big, candied cherries on pertly iced cupcakes. More

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    At Theatertreffen Festival, Bodies Do the Talking

    Choreographer-led works at the annual German theater event range from the transgressive to the melancholic.In this year’s Theatertreffen, the annual Berlin festival showcasing the best theater from the German-speaking world, two of the 10 selected works — narrowed down from 600 by a jury — are choreography-led productions where bodies, rather than mouths, do most of the talking.The first of these, “Sancta,” is the brainchild of the Austrian choreographer, director and performance artist Florentina Holzinger. Like all her shows — including “Tanz,” which played earlier this year at NYU Skirball in New York — it comes with trigger warnings, this time for blood, needles, “self-injurious acts” and sexual violence.Holzinger, who will represent Austria at next year’s Venice Biennale, is known for traversing dance, theater and visual art, and “Sancta” is her first foray into classical music. She has reworked Paul Hindemith’s scandalous 1922 one-act opera “Sancta Susanna,” about a nun tormented by forbidden desire, to critique the patriarchal structures of the Roman Catholic church. When “Sancta” played in Stuttgart, Germany, last year, the opera house there said some nauseated audience members needed medical attention, and in Vienna, Austrian bishops denounced the show as a “disrespectful caricature.”At the Volksbühne in Berlin, “Sancta” opens with a rendition of Hindemith’s score by three wild-eyed singers in habits before morphing into a provocative variety show. Naked performers kiss, grope, and grind against a towering metal crucifix. Roller-skating nuns glide along a halfpipe and karate kick suspended metal sheets. In one stomach-churning scene, a strip of skin is sliced from a performer’s chest, fried and fed to another cast member in a techno-scored tableau evoking the Last Supper.Florentina Holzinger’s “Sancta” starts by reworking a 1922 opera about a nun tormented by forbidden desire and morphs into a provocative variety show.Nicole Marianna WytyczakIf Holzinger’s intent is to shock, she succeeds — but her efforts also backfire. The relentless barrage of subversive scenes means that, over the show’s nearly three-hour run time, it’s easy to become desensitized. Its most powerful moments lean into topical humor, rather than excess: When a performer with dwarfism walks onstage dressed in papal robes and dryly declares, “It’s official,” she elicits big laughs from the audience. (It was the day of Pope Leo XIV’s election.) Later, the performer proclaims herself the first lesbian pope, to more enthusiastic laughter.We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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    BAM Announces a Women-Led Next Wave and Fall Season

    The arts institution, which has shrunk its programming in recent years, unveiled its fall lineup.The Brooklyn Academy of Music will welcome its 42nd Next Wave festival this fall, with most works created by female artists, the performing arts center announced on Thursday.“We led with women,” said Amy Cassello, who became BAM’s artistic director last year after serving in the role as interim. “It just felt like a good time to center women creatives.”The announcement comes at a time of leadership flux for the academy and financial fragility that was intensified by the pandemic. BAM’s staff has declined by more than a third in recent years, and its nearly $52 million operating budget is smaller than it was 10 years ago.But there is momentum, and audiences are growing.Next Wave will have 11 events, as it did last year, up from eight in 2023. That year, the festival scaled back to nearly half of the 2022 offerings amid staff layoffs.“I feel confident that we have the number of shows that make a coherent statement,” Cassello said, adding, “I wish there were more money to subsidize and support and invest in artistic work.”The festival opens with the choreographer Nora Chipaumire’s “Dambudzo” (Oct. 8-9), a blend of painting, sculpture, sound and performance, transforming the nearby performing arts space Roulette into a Zimbabwean house bar.The lineup also includes the French director Caroline Guiela Nguyen’s “LACRIMA” (Oct. 22, 24-26), a choral theater performance that, in a dark look at the fashion industry, traces the many hands across the world it takes to create a wedding dress for a British princess; Eiko Otake and Wen Hui’s “What Is War” (Oct. 21-25), a fusion of movement and video testimony about war and its aftermath on collective memory and the body; and the choreographer Leslie Cuyjet’s “For All Your Life” (Dec. 3-7), a solo performance interrogating the life insurance industry’s ties to slavery.Next season will also feature a revival of Richard Move’s dance-theater work “Martha@BAM — The 1963 Interview” (Oct. 28 -Nov. 1), in which Move recreates a 1963 interview between Martha Graham (Move) and the critic Walter Terry (the playwright Lisa Kron) at the 92nd Street Y.BAM will also present a screening of “The Mahabharata” (Sept. 18), a film adaptation of Peter Brook’s nine-hour theatrical presentation of the Sanskrit epic that BAM staged in 1987 atthe theater now known as the Harvey Theater at BAM Strong. The Harvey will be the site of the screening of Brook’s (much shorter) 1989 film, newly restored by his son, Simon Brook.The season concludes with a revival of the raucous post-rock opera “What to Wear” (Jan. 15-17) by the avant-garde theater maker Richard Foreman, who died in January at 87. The hallucinatory work, with a score by Michael Gordon, will be conducted by Alan Pierson and directed by Paul Lazar and Annie-B Parson, and run as part of Prototype, the experimental New York opera festival.“BAM has always been artist-centered and adventurous and risk-taking,” Cassello said, “and I think that’s absolutely necessary. Always has been.” More

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    Backstage With ‘Sunset Boulevard’ and 3 Other Broadway Shows

    Broadway stars make it look easy — hitting a high C, crying on demand, landing a complex turn with taps, doing all that as many as eight times a week. But behind the curtain, before a show, the groundwork is laid: the vocal cord steaming, the fight calls to ensure violent scenes can be staged safely, the visits and hugs and affirmations that put actors in the right frames of mind. We watched the preparations for four Tony-nominated shows — “Buena Vista Social Club,” “Sunset Boulevard,” “John Proctor Is the Villain” and “Oh, Mary!” — as their performers got ready to go onstage.‘Buena Vista Social Club’Photographed by More

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    Seth Meyers Thinks Trump Shouldn’t Be So Set on That Jet

    “We are, as of this taping, still a democracy with a rule of law,” Meyers said. “The president shouldn’t have a flying gold-plated party palace.”Welcome to Best of Late Night, a rundown of the previous night’s highlights that lets you sleep — and lets us get paid to watch comedy. Here are the 50 best movies on Netflix right now.Size QueenPresident Donald Trump defended his choice to accept a jet from Qatar, saying that America should have the biggest, most impressive plane out of all the countries.“No, we shouldn’t,” Seth Meyers argued on Wednesday. “We are, as of this taping, still a democracy with a rule of law. The president shouldn’t have a flying gold-plated party palace.”“Stuff like that is a sign of corruption. That’s why Las Vegas looks like that — it was built by criminals.” — SETH MEYERS“The point is, they have nicer planes because they’re not democracies; they’re royal kingdoms, where they oppress people and use the public’s money to build opulent palaces for their rulers. We don’t do that here. If you ask me, the president should be forced to fly the same way the rest of us do. He should have to sit at Newark for six hours nursing a $30 Bloody Mary, and chewing on a pretzel while he waits for the one on-duty air traffic controller’s hands to stop shaking.” — SETH MEYERS“Trump should have a big plane because Trump definitely does not have a little plane. It’s definitely at least an average American male plane.” — STEPHEN COLBERT“Plus, I will tell you what, a lot of countries say that a smaller plane is actually more comfortable for longer rides.” — STEPHEN COLBERT“We still talking about planes? Look where we are on the tarmac next to each other. I know you’re not supposed to just look straight ahead, but I took a little peek over there, a little peek over there. Cockpit was huge, man!” — JORDAN KLEPPER“I’m sorry, why does the president need any of this? Air Force One is supposed to be technologically advanced, not luxurious. It’s designed so the president can get national security briefings anywhere in the world, not so he can chill on leather couches and use nine different bathrooms — which, by the way, he might need to do on the way home based on the fact that the Saudis set up a custom-built mobile McDonald’s in anticipation of Trump’s visit.” — SETH MEYERSThe Punchiest Punchlines (Humps for Trump Edition)“When Trump landed in Qatar, he was escorted by a fleet of Cybertrucks, Arabian horses and camels. And even the horses and camels were laughing at the Cybertruck.” — JIMMY FALLON“Yeah, Trump was welcomed by horses and camels. He was like, ‘I love the horses and the sexier horses.’” — JIMMY FALLONWe are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More

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    ‘The Last Bimbo of the Apocalypse’ Review: Down the Y2K Clickhole

    In Michael Breslin and Patrick Foley’s fizzy new musical, an internet sleuth searches for a pop star wannabe who went missing along with her low-rise jeans.The image is instantly familiar: Paris Hilton, Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears crammed into a car, caught in a paparazzi flash, on the cover of The New York Post. That iconic photograph, from 2006, and the inside article’s headline — “3 Bimbos of the Apocalypse” — conjures a time when Calvin Klein boxers peeked out from low-rise jeans, pop star aspirants pinned their hopes on MTV’s “Total Request Live,” and a juicy tabloid meltdown could end a career.In “The Last Bimbo of the Apocalypse,” a deliciously fizzy new musical from Michael Breslin and Patrick Foley that opened Tuesday at the Pershing Square Signature Center, something is different in this version of the photo. The painted tableau of the three bimbos that looms briefly onstage contains a previously unnoticed detail: a slim wrist, at the edge of the frame, dangling a charm bracelet that spells out “Coco.”Now, in 2025, a Zillennial internet sleuth who goes by Brainworm (Milly Shapiro) fills us in: Coco was a one-hit wannabe who had uploaded her own music videos to YouTube in the hopes of going viral, or at least bacterial, before she disappeared. We see the red-maned Coco (Keri René Fuller) appear onstage in a midriff-exposing top, belting out a murderously upbeat tune. “I don’t think therefore I am!” she sings before needling her listeners: “the less you try / the more they cry out for ur bag of tricks / (they’re dumb as bricks).” The song is catchy as hell, and plays like an underdog bid for MTV immortality.Brainworm enlists the help of two other “worms” — teenage shut-ins who also spend their waking lives online — to track down Coco: Earworm (Luke Islam), who sports cat ears and decodes pop culture and fashion, and Bookworm (Patrick Nathan Falk), who sifts through media and politics from his Nebraska bedroom. Like Brainworm, who identifies as an “intersectional feminist” and specializes in tracking down missing girls, they are descendants of PerezHilton.com and Tumblr true-crime threads.Soon, they fall into a clickhole of clues. An obituary for Coco surfaces, which mentions that she “went on a bender and spiraled out of control.” Grainy flip-phone photos are studied. Is that a knife jammed into a clothing rack? Could it have been used as a murder weapon? And what to make of the “Coco” charm bracelet Brainworm received from an anonymous sender? Is it a hoax?In their search, the worms leave no monogrammed outfit unturned. (Cole McCarty’s costumes revisit the era’s rhinestone-studded jeans, velour tracksuits and garish, faux-glam accessories.) And lyrics to Coco’s song are obsessively analyzed. The best of the musical’s tunes, which includes Coco’s ecce bimbo opener as well as more speculative numbers sung by the worms in places like Walmart, have the tingle of soda pop reaching a tender spot at the back of your throat. (The music director Dan Schlosberg leads a small but mighty band upstage.)We are having trouble retrieving the article content.Please enable JavaScript in your browser settings.Thank you for your patience while we verify access. If you are in Reader mode please exit and log into your Times account, or subscribe for all of The Times.Thank you for your patience while we verify access.Already a subscriber? Log in.Want all of The Times? Subscribe. More