Captivating actress sings second farewell
By Jerry Tallmer
Dont know if youve ever heard Moon River sung in two different minor keys by the same person at the same time. i.e., simultaneously. Not even Audrey Hepburn could do that.
Well, Peggy Pope does it, dont ask me how, aided and abetted at the piano by her mainstay, Woody Regan, in three shows at Dont Tell Mama, two of which, Friday, Nov. 5, and Sat., Nov. 13, still remain.
A year ago this captivating actress who has been part of our lives ever since Off-Off-Broadway put on long pants, made the plunge as a chanteuse in her First Farewell Appearance at Dont Tell Mama. Insouciance and innocence that is very fetching, I wrote at the time, almost like a little French girl, except that she isnt French and she isnt a little girl.
All still true in this, her Second Farewell Appearance, in which, after a jaunt to Paris and Moscow, shes putting her gingerbread-doll voice to La Seine and Je Ne Regrette Pas (no Piaf, just Peggy) and Ira Gershwin/Kurt Weills rapid-fire aggregation of known and unknown Russian composers once rattled off by Danny Kaye.
But also, more wistfully, more touchingly, to a beach-front wounded-heart medley that segues from Love is just sand, slipping through your fingers (Stephen Sondheim) to Under the Boardwalk to Coney Island Baby to Hello, My Coney Island Love.
Woody Regans wounded heart, as he reveals in song, has to do with the dear dead days of smoking when hed exhale and inhale through my nose like Joan Crawford.
You miss the whole point, Peggy Pope tells him, and tingles our own hearts with Whatll I Do? and Twilight. But she can never stop being funny. Ive had two or three great loves in my life, she allows. One of them kept saying: Peggy, will you marry me? Peggy, will you marry me? (Two beats.) He was an actor. Rehearsing, you know.