Tick, Tick…Boom is all about the counting clock
Larsen (Andrew Garfield) fears as his life starts to catch up with his own mapped
out timetable for success. It’s 1990 and he’s turning 30, with his rock musical
Superbia still only a glint in a workshop’s eye. As he keeps reminding
us, at 27 Sondheim had already staged West Side Story. Is Larsen’s
chance of making a success of writing musicals ticking away? Should he build a
business career, like his school friend Michael (Robin de Jesús)
has in advertising? Should he accept the offer of his girlfriend Susan
(Alexandra Shipp) to give up on New York and start teaching in Massachusetts?
Or should he keep powering away at his dream?
Lin Manuel Miranda has talked openly about how Larsen’s
revolutionary work on Rent changed his understanding of what musicals
could be. To him – and many others – Larsen is a key figure in the history of
the American musical, paving the way to some of the great landmarks of the 21st
century. Miranda’s film is soaked in a deep love for both the work of Larsen and
musical theatre itself. This is a film made by a man who defines himself by his
love for everything musicals – and it’s a love that echoes in every single
frame of his film.
Miranda was the perfect man to direct the film – after all,
perhaps only Hamilton has had as much revolutionary impact since Rent
(just like Larsen, Miranda spent years toiling to get it staged). Working with
screenwriter Steven Levenson, Miranda expands the original one-man musical
(later versioned into a three-actor piece after Larsen’s death) into a beautifully
assembled testament to a crucial few months in the life of its subject, as he
subconsciously starts the inspiration that will lead (eventually) to Rent.
The film takes the original score for Tick, Tick…Boom and complements it
with other Larsen songs and material from Superbia to develop a rich,
emotionally moving tapestry that brings Larsen storming vividly to life.
And a lot of that life comes from Andrew Garfield’s
revelatory performance. Bearing a striking resemblance to Larsen, Garfield’s
performance has an energy, litheness and openness to it, to a degree we’ve not
seen before. His singing and dancing are graceful, dynamic and impassioned.
He’s emotionally open, tender, delicate – but also, as so many artists must be,
sometimes selfish, demanding and self-obsessed. It’s a performance of great joy
and humour, making it even more moving to remember that ticking clock is
literally counting down Larsen’s life. But this is not a tragic performance:
instead it is a vibrant celebration, performed by an actor at the top of his
game.
Garfield delivers wonderfully in the many songs, most of
them unfamiliar. Tick, Tick…Boom is a little known musical – but
Larsen’s sudden death gives it a prescient tragedy he was totally unaware of
when he wrote it: he meant it was a clock counting down the end of his youth,
but we know it’s actually knocking down the seconds of his life. Miranda stages
the songs with all the scintillating freshness of a Broadway musical, with
imaginative choreography, energetically engaged performances and at times a
powerful emotional intimacy that delivers real impact.
It all works so well because of that love for musical
theatre that it is dipped in. The cast is stuffed with cameos from Broadway
actors – the song Sunday uses a virtual Who’s Who of the cream of
Broadway – and Miranda places Larsen’s music at the very heart of the movie.
It’s a film directed with a great deal of skill, but not a showy or flashy distraction.
Instead, creative decisions in scenes are subordinate to the songs – so some
take place in a realistic setting, some in a staged recreation of Larsen’s
original performance of Tick, Tick…Boom, others in a heightened reality
somewhere between a dream and a fantasy. Miranda’s trick is to make these
contrasted styles all feel part of the same whole – and the joy with which all
are filmed (even the sadder moments) is essential to this.
And there are some powerful moments of emotion here. Bubbling
throughout the story is the AIDS crisis, which has literally destroyed the
lives of several of Larsen’s friends. It is to have a very personal impact on
his best friend Michael (a heartfelt Robin de Jesús). Larsen’s dwelling on this
plague, where many blamed the victims, sees him scribble notes for key lines
that will build Rent (Miranda has these appear on screen in hand-written
text). Part of the self-criticism of Tick, Tick…Boom is Larsen
acknowledging that his selfish desire for success as a protégé blinded him to
the suffering of some of those closest to him. While I would have liked more
direct tying of Rent into the film’s conclusion, this deconstruction of
Larsen’s laser focus is well done.
Above all, Tick, Tick…Boom works because it is made
so clearly by people who love musical theatre, for people who love musical
theatre. The performances are sublime, especially Garfield who has never been
better or more engaging, with de Jesús and Alexandra Shipp also excellent
and Vanessa Hudgens standing out among the rest. Miranda’s film is a strikingly
well-made and heartfelt labour of love, that will reward rewatching and
uncovers the overlooked work of a major talent who died way too young.
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