Upfront confession: I've never particularly cared for Lillian Hellman's plays. To me they are unsubtle, cruel, obvious, and -- worst of all -- moralistic. That said, the New York Theatre Workshop production of The Little Foxes, directed by Ivo van Hove, does possess the merit of stripping the text down to its essence. We see, hear, feel the deep commitment of the characters to their fiercely hungry greed. From the moment they stride on stage, they take the space. The three Hubbard siblings -- Ben, Oscar, and Regina -- are the little foxes grown up, fighting for money and power, and licking their chops over imagined riches. There is no sub-text.
I was in college when the original Promises, Promises played on Broadway. It was 1968, and the musical featured a score by the noted pop team of Burt Bacharach and Hal David, with a book by Neil Simon, based on Billy Wilde's Oscar winning movie The Apartment, which starred Jack Lemmon. The score marked another example of the infusion of pop music into Broadway scores, and Promises, Promises proved to be a big hit, running for over two years. It wasn't a great musical, but it was highly enjoyable, and Broadway legend Jerry Orbach won a well-deserved Tony for his performance in the leading role.