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We re disappointed. After the April 6 and 7 performances of “My Fair Lady," we thought we'd be swamped with mail, praising the high school production. We’ve heard compliments at every turn over the last two weeks but we've received only one letter. The teachers and students who presented “My Fair Lady" as a labor of love deserve more.
It was an ambitious project, to say the least. When we first head that the high school dramatists were planning to do the Lerner and Loewe musical, we were surprised. Sure, it would be “loverly ” to tackle a production that offered that much challenge but realistically, how could a high school like Rappahannock with limited materials and personnel possibly put on a close to professional show?
It took more than a little bit of luck—it took hours and hours of practice over weeks and weeks. It took total dedication from students, teachers and parents alike. But they did it!
With a cast of 50, it’s almost impossible to mention everyone by name. The actors and actresses who filled the major roles, however, deserve special credit.
Terry Woodard was a totally believable Henry Higgins. He had the mannerisms, diction, and accent of a cultured English gentleman. With his neat little beard ahd mustache powdered grey, he looked the part. His pleasant voice, whether singing or speaking, could be heard all the way to the back door of the auditorium.
And on top of everything else, Terry had stage presence—a rare quality that seems to be bom and not made in actors. Anyone unfamiliar with the script of “My Fair Lady" wouldn't have noticed the few missed lines, particularly since Terry covered so well for the occasional lapses.
When a fire threateneed to disrupt Eliza s grammar lessons—and the rest of the play—Terry kept his cool. While struggling to put out the flames from a spilled alcohol burner, he complained to the audience “What a bloody mess! ” in his best British accent. “Thank you, old man,” he remarked to Don Bomberger after the director dashed on stage a few seconds later to extinguish the fire. Terry maintained this kind of poise throughout the entire production.
Liz Freeman was surely one of the loveliest Liza Doolittle’s to ever grace a stage. She unfolded before our eyes from dirty cockney gutter snipe to a grand lady, singing all the while with a voice that raised goosebumps.
With his slightly southern accent, Kenny Eline brought a new dimension to Colonel Hugh Pickering. Instead of
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