Impresario Dimitri Weismann staged his renowned "Follies" every year between the two World Wars. Now, three decades later (it's 1971), the once-glamorous Weismann Theater is about to be demolished to make way for a parking lot. But tonight, just before the wrecking ball arrives, Weismann is having a party, a reunion of the stars and chorus girls who appeared in his shows all those years ago. Among those in attendance are Sally Durant Plummer and Phyllis Rogers Stone, who were roommates back in their "Follies" days. Phyllis went on to marry Ben, a rich and famous lawyer and diplomat who now heads a giant foundation in New York; Sally married Buddy, a traveling salesman, and now lives in Arizona. Sally was--perhaps still is--in love with Ben, and has come here in hopes of seeing him again and rekindling their long-ago romance. Phyllis, cynical and detached and entirely disconnected from everything in her life, has come for a less clear purpose: to rediscover--what?--something from the past, once there and now lost.
Against a backdrop of fragmented conversations and remembered and recreated songs and dances from the old Weismann shows, Sally, Phyllis, Ben, and Buddy play out their story, culminating in mini-epiphanies in the form of "Follies" numbers for each one. Meanwhile, ghosts of their younger selves (and the other party-goers) drift on and off-stage, reminding these unhappy middle-aged people of dreams forgotten and forsaken and of lives misspent.
It's large--massively so: Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? and Death of a Salesman recast as Ziegfeld Follies pastiche. The book by James Goldman is probably irremediably flawed, because we never learn enough about the four main characters to fully understand what their problems are; or perhaps midlife crises of successful white people simply aren't as resonant as they were fifty years ago. Stephen Sondheim's score, on the other hand, is, if anything, too rich and plenteous to be contained in a single show. Incisive character songs like Ben's "The Road You Didn't Take" and Sally's "In Buddy's Eyes" share the stage with unabashed show stoppers like "Broadway Baby" and "Losing My Mind"; the colossal "I'm Still Here" functions as both. I'm not complaining--but Follies is a lot to take in in a single sitting....and a lot for a director and his collaborators to deal with.