Rachel Bloom got here to carry out her newest dwell present in New York, and she or he actually wished to do it as if it have been 2019. That was the 12 months when her musical-comedy sequence, “Loopy Ex-Girlfriend,” ended its four-season run on the CW, and Bloom was on the point of hit the highway. However in 2020, some issues occurred.
Now that she’s lastly in a position to face a dwell viewers once more, the writer-performer wished to deal with the coronavirus pandemic as a parenthesis: She was eager, as she put it on the Lucille Lortel Theater a number of days in the past, to “return to my outdated materials unsullied by trauma.”
Some issues, nevertheless, can’t be brushed apart simply, even with the assistance of gleefully blunt songs, or a number of jokes.
Destiny, life, inspiration, rumination, grief, time, a darkish energy better than even the gods of comedy: No matter you need to name it, one thing derailed Bloom’s plan, and “Death, Let Me Do My Show” offers with what she was attempting to keep away from speaking about onstage. (Spoiler alert: the “Loopy Ex-Girlfriend” solid member David Hull performs one of many aforementioned forces.)
Which is that within the spring of 2020, she discovered herself in a conjunction of occasions so chaotic, so intense and so scary that had they been a part of a Hollywood film, critics would have accused the screenwriter of being a tad too melodramatic and over-reliant on far-fetched coincidences.
Within the early days of the pandemic, Bloom gave start to a daughter. The child had fluid in her lungs and was positioned in intensive care. On the identical time and on the other coast, Bloom’s shut collaborator on the sequence, the musician Adam Schlesinger, was additionally within the hospital, with Covid-19.
Bloom’s baby lived; her good friend died.
These harrowing days kind the conclusion of Bloom’s memoir, revealed in November 2020, “I Wish to Be The place the Regular Individuals Are,” and are the crux of her almost-one-woman present. Bloom bounces from incomprehension to concern to remorse to anger to cosmic confusion (she begins questioning her atheism) and again once more. All of the whereas, she expertly deploys a jokey, graphic candor that telegraphs honesty and forthrightness — that, in spite of everything, is what we count on from a girl who brightly talks about bodily fluids and whose perky tune about bushes that scent like semen seems like a deep reduce from a bizarro “Mary Poppins” solid album. (The music director Jerome Kurtenbach leads a three-piece backing band.)
Directed by Seth Barrish, a daily Mike Birbiglia collaborator, “Dying, Let Me Do My Present” lands nearer to Birbiglia’s traditional self-examination than to the current solos by Kate Berlant and Liz Kingsman, which toyed with the style’s kind and conventions, and mirrored on the very nature of narcissism.
Bloom is an old style vaudevillian — as a result of that is the twenty first century, she acquired her begin not at a borscht belt resort however by importing movies on YouTube. (Do lookup her 2012 duet with Shaina Taub, “We Don’t Need a Man“; Taub and Kurtenbach are two of Bloom’s a number of co-songwriters within the new present.) Bloom can also be a bona fide theater child who’s fluent in each displaying va-va-voom extroversion and mining her anxieties and struggles for artwork. The brand new present toes, typically dexterously, the road between confidence and vulnerability, earnest emotion and winking self-dramatization — a quantity sending up “Expensive Evan Hansen” captures the way in which that hit musical depends on rooting for an unreliable, considerably unsympathetic lead character.
Dying, Let Me Do My Present
By means of Sept. 30 on the Lucille Lortel Theater, Manhattan; rachelbloomshow.com. Working time: 1 hour 25 minutes.