Publication: Limelight Magazine
Date: 8 June 2019
By: Mal Byrne


Ute Lemper. Photograph © Lucas Allen

A fateful phone call between an aging star and an emerging starlet becomes the vehicle for an unforgettable evening of exquisite cabaret.

Hailed as the new Marlene after a Paris production of Cabaret, but embarrassed at the comparison, Ute Lemper wrote a letter of apology to the legend who had locked herself away in her Paris apartment, “I stopped showing my face, I was sick of being Marlene Dietrich”. Returning to her own apartment after a performance, Lemper was shocked to be handed a message from the night porter telling her to ring Dietrich. What ensued was a three-hour conversation (where Dietrich did the talking as she refused to be questioned) where the baton was passed from star to starlet.

While that telephone conversation is the foundation for this rendezvous, Lemper becomes the first person vessel for Dietrich’s part both in spoken word and song. Even though she breaks into the third person momentarily at a couple of critical junctures, Lemper recreates Marlene for the audience. However, this is not an impersonation. While Lemper’s speaking voice closely resembles that of her idol, she has a much stronger singing voice and wider range. Lemper gives her own voice to the material, but in doing so, conveys the essence of what made Dietrich a charismatic artist.

There were two Dietrichs of course. The world feted the femme fatale and the untouchable chanteuse. However, Lemper searches for the flesh and blood, the woman who spoke up for herself (“think like a boss, but act like a lady”; Billy Wilder said that she was like one of the boys), the polygamist and bisexual, androgynous lover of many famous people. Of particular focus is Dietrich’s fraught relationship with her home country, Germany. Indeed, Lemper posits that Germany’s failure to come to terms with Dietrich’s loyalty to the United States in World War II is symptomatic of its failure to come to terms with itself and the Nazi catastrophe.

The performance begins with Pete Seeger’s Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Dietrich’s opening number upon her 1962 return to German soil, an anthem to the horror of war, nationalism and arrogance repeating itself: “after this song, nothing can be sung”. Also achingly poignant was Just a Gigolo, the last number she sang on the screen. However, Lemper also gives us the bawdiness that epitomised Dietrich in cabaret in Arlen’s One For My Baby where Lemper’s jazz improvisation soared and the raucous Boys in the Back Room from the Western Destry Rides Again. The Weimar favourites Naughty Lola and Illusions were perhaps a little cursory compared to Lemper’s offerings on past tours.

After the interval, Lemper returned in a white outfit reminiscent of Dietrich’s Bacharach period and sang Cole Porter’s risqué Laziest Gal in Town, but then we returned to Dietrich’s Paris apartment and her final years, her bittersweet memories of the war (Lille Marlene, Hollander’s Ruins of Berlin and Marie), her affair with Piaf (I Wish You Love) and that Jean Gabin was the love of her life (Jacques Brel’s Ne Me Quitte Pas).

Lemper and Dietrich shared a love of the German poet Maria Rainer Rilke and Dietrich replied to Lemper’s letter because she “wanted to be with those who know secret things or else alone”. She advised Lemper to keep her private life, her heart for herself, “otherwise they will kick you to death”. In the end, she was happiest when working; “paradise is boring, can’t work, serve, sing”.

Jean Cocteau told Dietrich that “your name starts with a caress and finishes with a horse-whip”. She was a mix of the sensual and the powerful and Lemper gives that fusion an exquisite airing in this memorable production.

Click here to see the review on Limelight Magazine.

Publication: Broadway World (Adelaide)
Date: Saturday 8th June 2019
By: Barry Lenny

In 1988, Ute Lemper had a three-hour telephone conversation with Marlene Dietrich, recreated here in Ute Lemper – Rendezvous with Marlene for the 2019 Adelaide Cabaret Festival. Lemper tells Dietrich’s life story, punctuated with many of the songs that we associate with her. Just as Dietrich was one of the biggest names and most respected Kabarett performers of her day, so Lemper fills that role in today’s cabaret scene, whilst maintaining strong links to the seminal years during the Weimar republic.

At the age of 24, early in her career, the Parisian press referred to Ute Lemper as “la nouvelle Marlene” in response to her Molière Award winning performance in the lead role of Sally Bowles in a French production of the musical, Cabaret, prompting her to write a letter to Dietrich apologising for the attention from the media and their comparison. Dietrich was then 78 and a bedridden recluse, never leaving her apartment in Avenue Montaigne, near the Champs-Elysées, her only links to the world being newspapers, letters, and her telephone. Her telephone bill was around three thousand dollars a month, and there were thousands of books in her apartment. Lemper was in disbelief when Dietrich rang her, and talked for those three hours. This is not, though, a dry documentary. Ute Lemper the actress is to the fore in this performance, playing Dietrich telling her own story.

This is far more than a chronology of her life and career. Lemper takes us deeper into the mind of Dietrich, her personal memories, her loves, her thoughts, her feelings, her many sexual encounters, and her relationships, that with Germany, and that with her daughter, Maria Riva, both sad and tragic. Her daughter wrote a damning book about her lack of love from Marlene, who substituted it, and her presence, with money, and telling everything, warts and all. At Dietrich’s pleading, she held publication of the book, Marlene Dietrich – The Life by Her Daughter, until her mother had died.

Lemper’s performance as Dietrich is exceptional, aided by, like Dietrich, being fluent in English and French, as well as their native German. On top of that are her sensational interpretations of the many songs that link the sections of the monologue, beginning with Pete Seeger‘s Where Have All the Flowers Gone, the anthem for youth lost to wars. Nearing the end of her life, Irving Ceasar’s Just a Gigolo, from 1929, is a poignant reminder of one’s mortality, and the sadness of dying alone, and Johnny Mercer‘s One For My Baby, continued that theme of loneliness. In just those first three songs it was clear that we were going to hear some superb arrangements and interpretations during the remainder of the evening.

The songs were wide ranging and eclectic, with Bob Dylan‘s Blowing in The Wind; alongside Frank Loesser and Friedrich Hollaender’s The Boys in the Backroom, Hollaender’s Lola, from her first film from 1930, Der Blaue Engel (The Blue Angel), and, of course, perhaps her biggest hit, Lili Marleen (Lili Marlene), the Hans Leip poem that was set to music by Norbert Schultze. Fredrich Hollaender, naturally, featured again with Black Market and The Ruins of Berlin. Burt Bacharach, her occasional music director, and film director, Billy Wilder, featured in both the monologue and the songs, as did Edith Piaf. Lemper’s rendition of Belgian cabaret star, Jacques Brel‘s, Ne me quitte pas was deeply moving, its German lyrics saying “Do not go”, a desperate plea to a lover who is leaving, rather than the insipid English version, “If you go away”.

Pianist, Vana Gierig, led the quartet, a standard jazz trio of piano, bass, Romain Lecuyer, and drums, Matthias Daneck, plus Cyril Garac on violin, the musicians providing impeccable accompaniment and support.

It was all too quickly over, though, and standing ovations brought forth an encore, but the audience would have stayed all night, given the chance.

In retrospect, of course, Lemper was perfectly correct. She is not the new Dietrich; she is the one and only, original, Ute Lemper.

Click here to read the review on Broadway World, and view video clips.

Ute Lemper. / EFEPublication: El Correo de Andalucia
Date: 29 May, 2019
By: JUAN JOSÉ ROLDÁN

Ute Lemper salda una deuda pendienteLa sensacional cantante y actriz alemana regresó a Sevilla con un espectáculo centrado en el arte y la vida de Marlene Dietrich (****)

En una secuencia de La vie en rose Edith Piaf, interpretada por Marion Cotillard, deja caer la silla en la que está sentada en un restaurante de Nueva York cuando Marlene Dietrich se acerca a ella para conocerla. Una diosa presentándose y el impulso nervioso obró el incidente. Es una emocionante escena que explica la merecida fascinación que ejercía la protagonista de Marruecos y Arizona en toda persona que la conocía, en la pantalla que la mimaba y en los registros sonoros que también la inmortalizaron…

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Source: PrideLife (Entertainment News)
Date: May 20, 2019

Thirty-one years ago Marlene Dietrich’s life was all but over, writes Cary Gee. She lived alone, apart from her memories of a life that more than rivalled any film script, in Paris where she saw and spoke to virtually no one. All the more extraordinary then, that she should have reached out to a young Ute Lemper, then playing the role of Lola in the Blue Angel, a role that Marlene had made famous 60 years earlier.

The two women, one whose career had ended, one on the cusp of international stardom, spoke for three hours. Their conversation forms the basis for Lemper’s new one-woman show, in which she spectacularly revives Dietrich’s life and legacy for a generation too young to recall the screen legend’s luminosity.

Such is the connection Lemper shares with Dietrich that at times, Rendezvous with Marlene feels less like a tribute, and more like a séance.

Both women left their “Heimat”, albeit under very different circumstances, to pursue an international career. Both returned to a re-unified Germany, although, in Marlene’s case, not until after her death. The emotional toll Dietrich paid for her estrangement has never been satisfactorily explored until now.

Through the candid recollections of Dietrich, by this time too old to care about the effect her words might have on the living, and Lemper’s masterful interpretation of the songs Dietrich made famous, among them gems by Dietrich’s chief collaborator Frederic Hollaender, including Illusions, Boys in the Backroom and Lola, the many layers of Marlene are peeled back: screen siren (or was she in fact a Hydra?), chanteuse and famed cabaret artiste, but also emigrée, a captain in the US army, humanitarian, and rapacious lover of both men and women.

In an exceptional performance and an outrageous act of necromancy Lemper fully occupies Marlene’s complicated femininity and sexuality. Lemper’s only difficulty, as an exceptionally fine and distinct singer herself, is to fully inhabit Dietrich’s limited contralto on songs more associated with male singers, such as One for my Baby (And One More for the Road).

The show, simply staged among packing cases synonymous with a life lived on the move, and backed by Vana Gierig’s excellent band, opens with Pete Seeger’s Where Have All the Flowers Gone? Such is the directness of Lemper’s lament you suspect only she knows the answer, but is at its most moving when Marlene/ Ute sings in her native German, or in her adopted French.

I suspect there wasn’t a dry eye in the house as Marlene brought the first half of the show to a close, her face to the wall, as she sang Marie, Marie, although with tears in my eyes myself, I’m probably not the most reliable witness.

Throughout, Lemper directly and indirectly reminds us not just of Marlene’s heroism in standing up to the Nazis, but of the internationalism she shared with Lemper and without which neither star could shine quite so brightly.

On no account, says Lemper, must we allow neo-nationalism to turn the sky black. There is so much more to Rendezvous with Marlene than mere storytelling and songs, but if that’s all you desire then what stories, and what songs they are!

Keep an eye open for the return of Rendezvous with Marlene, planned for later this year, and you’ll be certain to find yourself Falling in Love Again.

Astonishing.

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Publication: The Gay UK
Date: May 18, 2019
By: Sasha De Suinn

‘Falling in Love Again…’ an entranced Sasha de Suinn reviews Ute Lemper’s sold-out cabaret show Rendezvous with Marlene at the Arcola Theatre, London.

Where were you when Princess Di died?

Shocked, indifferent or simply unborn then? Like the Twin Towers, Di’s death instantly branded itself into cultural awareness worldwide, becoming a cultural landmark of collective disbelief. Still – if not quite on such an exalted plane – artistic earthquakes also create an enduring, seismic blip in public adoration and memorable regard. But forget the pointlessly premature – if still shocking – deaths of musical prodigies Prince, Amy Winehouse and Michael Jackson; they’re the negative downside of cultural lightning brilliantly caught in a bottle. Ah, but don’t despair – there’s always light in the darkness, a Dumbledore to every Voldemort! Why, given a convenient TARDIS like every cosy, pansexual Time Lord, who wouldn’t want to witness Maria Callas, Judy Garland and Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust shows at their iconic, history-making peak?

Still, those moments, if rare, continue to persist as thrilling possibilities. And culturally – right here and right now – we’re incandescently privileged to witness Ute Lemper’s totally game-changing Rendezvous With Marlene. The work of a simply superlative artist at the top of her game, it’s a fearless exploration of Dietrich’s doubts, regrets and shockingly raw humanity.

Like the finest, vintage Krug champagne – with all its’ attendant depth, resonance and complexity of flavour – Rendezvous has intensely benefitted from its’ long, thirty-year gestation in Ute’s mind.

While playing Sally Bowles in a stage version of Cabaret in Dusseldorf back in 1992 when she was 24, Ute wrote a postcard to the 88-year-old Dietrich apologising for the constant barrage of spurious comparisons lazy journalists were drawing between the two artists. To call those journalists merely misguided would be ridiculously kind; they were wildly inaccurate. Where Dietrich was breezily, bisexually promiscuous, Ute was married with children; where Dietrich barely strayed beyond performing a narrow repertoire of expected classics, Ute’s range – including tackling songs by Nick Cave and Tom Waits – was eclecticism personified; and finally, while Dietrich stage’s act and barely-passable ‘singing’ remained essentially static and she explores no other creative pathways privately, Ute was a first-class chanteuse, actress and dancer, painting and song-writing in her precious downtime.

Very different women, then, despite the most blatantly obvious, shared physical characteristics; blonde hair and shapely bodies. Still, both had a shrewd grasp of the human impact of restrictive politics – as in Dietrich’s profound disgust towards the Nazis, while Ute – pleasingly in an era of blanket, Trump idiocies – comes across as an electrifying, pro-choice Valkyrie at the Arcola, sharing Dietrich’s passion for strong, female self-determinism.

Framed as a post-modern metafiction – Ute switching characters back and forth between herself and Dietrich, and exploring Dietrich’s memories in character en route – Rendezvous is almost an act of secular worship in performing, spontaneously eliciting an aura of hushed, quasi-religious devotion from the audience. Faultlessly exhibiting the high-functioning playfulness of an Alpha-class empath, Ute is so sensitive to nuance she virtually leads the audience en mass to the emotional mountaintops of Dietrich’s revelations. Throughout, Ute exhibits two exceptional qualities wholly lacking from the frenzied, truncated idiocy that passes as modern stage direction; dignity and restraint.

Surely a reigning role-model of liquid-boned finesse, Ute’s slightest, rippling gesture speaks emotional volumes, and she has the incalculable, expressive gift of making even the most chronically over-exposed lyrics imaginable –Blowing In The Wind, anyone? – resonate with the shocking, public poignancy of Christine Blasey Ford testimony against the vile Brett Kavanaugh.

A sheer master-class in memorial intimacy, stagecraft and the taut, emotional fury of suppressed pain and regret, Rendezvous With Marlene is an astounding instance of spiritual ventriloquism, of one acclaimed performer so prepared to relinquish egotism she’ll voluntarily become the mouthpiece of another.

Utterly in tune with our present, diversity zeitgeist, Ute’s tribute is not only pansexual, acknowledging Marlene’s female and male lovers, but also – going even further than Russell T. Davies’ Years and Years– transageist, as a youthful, ebullient Ute assumes the serene gravitas of Dietrich herself. Masterly? Of course; and – by a huge margin – simply the finest act of sustained, emotional intensity and fearless self-revelation I’ve ever seen. Ute – like Bowie, Callas and Garland before her – is in an unprecedented class of her own.

Click here to read this article on The Gay UK website.