(Ben Brantley’s article appeared in The New York Times, 12/4; via Pam Green.)
Here she comes, burning bright, burning fast, burning out. As the doomed, silly Sally Bowles in the Roundabout Theater Company’s eternal revival of “Cabaret” at Studio 54, Emma Stone is Edna St. Vincent Millay’s double-ended candle made flesh — you know, the one that will not last the night.
Millay’s ode to hedonism was published at the very beginning of the 1920s. And Ms. Stone, in a scintillating Broadway debut, brings a heady whiff of the gin-soaked desperation of that decade to her portrayal of an ambitious, hard-partying and not very talented singer in Weimar Berlin.
This is Sally as a flaming flapper, the kind hymned by F. Scott Fitzgerald and embodied by the young Joan Crawford in silent movies. Ms. Stone’s version has the avid eyes and angularity of early vintage Crawford and a dance-till-you-drop energy that’s all drive and no gears.