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Review: Bette Midler makes 'I'll Eat You Last' fun

The actress' talent buoys the monologue, but the script doesn't delve into what made Sue Mengers capable of becoming the successful Hollywood agent she was.

April 24, 2013|By Charles McNulty, Los Angeles Times Theater Critic
  • Bette Midler stars as the Hollywood superagent Sue Mengers in the monologue “I’ll Eat You Last.”
Bette Midler stars as the Hollywood superagent Sue Mengers in the monologue… (Richard Termine, Richard…)

NEW YORK — Enthroned on her couch in Beverly Hills, Hollywood superagent Sue Mengers did not go gentle into that good night but, instead, gossiped and tattled against the dying of the light.

Well, she's back holding court in her modest (by neighborhood standards, anyway) palace, which has been relocated to Broadway's Booth Theatre. Here Bette Midler, draped in a turquoise caftan like a sedentary 1980s queen too tired even for browsing on Rodeo Drive, delivers Mengers' ribald wit and agentry wisdom in John Logan's "I'll Eat You Last: A Chat With Sue Mengers."

"Chat" is the key word in this title. Logan, the author of the Tony Award-winning play "Red," hasn't so much written a drama as created a talky vehicle for Midler that exploits the synergy between her brassy humor and the bawdy sass of the woman whose client list (Barbra Streisand, Gene Hackman, Ali MacGraw, Faye Dunaway) reads like a who's who of 1970s cinema.

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Midler, a galvanizing stage presence even in a role that barely requires her to move anything but her mouth, makes it fun. Who wouldn't want to hang out with her while she dishes the dirt on yesterday's fabulous and famous in a modified version of her old Sophie Tucker style of patter?

But this 85-minute monologue, directed by Joe Mantello, doesn't ask the ever-Divine Miss M to dig deep into Mengers' character or to make connections between her difficult past (her German Jewish family's rough transition to the U.S., the suicide of her father) and the boundless chutzpah that brought her for a time so much pathbreaking success as a female agent able to outmaneuver most of her male competitors.

Rather, it invites Midler to don a blond wig and tinted glasses and perform the persona that made Mengers the most entertaining dinner party host in this unusually glittering company town.

"Like I always say: If you can't say anything nice about someone, come sit by me," Midler rasps, borrowing a line that sounds tailor-made for Mengers, in a show that just wants to provoke some mildly mischievous laughs.

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The frame of the play is rather simple: Lounging on a sofa with plumes of cigarette and marijuana smoke braiding overhead, Mengers is anxiously expecting a phone call from Streisand, who helped make her one of the most powerful agents in the business. It's 1981, and Streisand's lawyers have just fired Mengers, who is now steeling herself for the "nothing personal" call from her old friend and long-standing professional trump card.

"What Barbra did was open the window for me," Mengers explains. "Once I was inside, it was up to me. So I went to work. I talked to everyone. I was persuasive, I was funny. Most of all, I was ferocious. To me 'no' always meant 'maybe.'"

While waiting for the phone to ring, she fires off one celebrity anecdote after the next, drawing lessons along the way on the proper management of talent. ("Rule No. 1: Never blow a deal on money," etc.)

The names that are dropped will no doubt titillate the affluent AARP crowd (Broadway's backbone), but the script often feels like a back issue of People magazine.

There's a tale of marital menace involving MacGraw and Steve McQueen, a punch line invoking Jackie Gleason and James Coco and mention of a furtive date between Candice Bergen and Henry Kissinger.

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Dying to hear how Hackman got his Oscar-winning role in "The French Connection" or how the financial negotiations played out for Dunaway's casting in "Chinatown"? The long wait is over.

"I'll Eat You Last" is a highly packaged theatrical offering, more marketed than written. Indeed, there's more insight into Mengers and the changing nature of the agentry business in Peter Biskind's 2000 Vanity Fair account of her rise from William Morris secretary to unstoppable Hollywood power broker, followed by the sudden fall that was somewhat softened by the prominence of her much-coveted salon.

Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter happens to be a lead producer on the show, and the play, which has about the depth of a magazine feature, could use a round of his editing. Yet Midler coaxes you into lowering your artistic expectations and just enjoying this experience for what it is: a Broadway bonbon.

This is what they call personality acting, the prerogative of stars of a certain magnitude. There aren't that many of Midler's caliber around anymore, the kind of performers who can charge a room with laughter before even a joke has passed their lips. Talent no longer has to be proved at this stage of the game. Fans, grateful for the years of delight, are content to bask in glow of happy memories rekindled by the snap of a voice or the whisk of a hand gesture.

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