When Hadestown premiered at Broadway’s Walter Kerr Theatre in April 2019, nearly every review noted the unintentional resonance of its Act One closer, “Why We Build the Wall.” In Anaïs Mitchell and Rachel Chavkin’s fusion of Greek mythology with 1930s jazz, the number finds Hades, God of the Underworld — originated on Broadway by Patrick Page with a seismic bass — reveling in his dominion over the enslaved dead who toil as miners and builders. Mitchell had written the song in 2006 during the show’s Vermont workshop phase, and it appeared on the 2010 concept album. Yet by 2019, the imagery of wall-building had become inextricably tied to contemporary politics, forcing a mythic fantasy to strike uncomfortably close to home.
Hadestown requires no modern parallels to feel timeless. Mitchell and Chavkin’s sung-through work endures not merely because it retells two foundational Western myths, but because it frames a moving story of love and storytelling’s power within a hardscrabble, Depression-era landscape where scarcity makes a devil’s bargain preferable to starvation. The anti-capitalist undertones may carry inherent irony delivered via one of entertainment’s most exclusive venues, yet the show’s decade-long journey to Broadway lends it an underdog authenticity that resonates.
The production has sustained both critical acclaim and commercial success, winning eight Tony Awards — including Best Musical — and maintaining healthy box office returns. It has spawned two national tours and a West End engagement.
Now, a filmed recording makes the show more accessible than ever via a one-week theatrical event. Compiled from three live West End performances captured over five weeks — with all five original Broadway principals reprising their roles — it offers a crisp, handsome translation from stage to screen. While it cannot fully replicate the electricity of a live performance, it confirms that seven years after its Broadway debut, Hadestown still possesses the power to transport audiences into its world.
That world remains remarkably intimate. Despite long runs in large proscenium houses, the production has always felt like a small jazz set blown up to maximal proportions before the theater swallows it whole. The onstage band, visible to the audience, performs Mitchell’s eclectic score blending modern Broadway idioms with New Orleans jazz. On Rachel Hauck’s single, unchanging set — a vintage concert hall made appropriately ominous — a compact ensemble enacts a full Greek tragedy traversing the land of the living, the underworld, and back. Chavkin’s stripped-back direction employs minimal lighting, props, and a central rotating element to transform the bare stage into an industrial hellscape.
Narrating this “sad song,” as he describes it in the opening number, is Hermes, played by Broadway treasure André De Shields. A 2019 Featured Actor Tony winner, the 80-year-old Shields moves with impossibly silky smoothness, guiding the tale as a master of ceremonies in a mercury-colored suit. His calm, warm authority anchors a story driven by four figures bursting with outsized emotion, and he delivers Mitchell’s lyrics — dense with potent imagery and sharp phrasing — with a fitting quicksilver slyness.
In the world above, idealistic poet Orpheus (Reeve Carney) dreams of writing one perfect song and finds a potential muse in Eurydice (Eva Noblezada), a cynical, spirited young woman who initially mocks his earnestness before succumbing to his devotion. But when winter arrives and Persephone (Amber Gray), Goddess of Spring, departs for her husband’s realm, a desperate Eurydice agrees to follow Hades — reimagined here as a slick, Henry Ford-style industrialist — into Hadestown, choosing the security of death over the agony of survival. It is a brutal calculus, articulated by the Fates (Bella Brown, Madeline Charlemagne, and Allie Daniel), who serve as a secondary Greek chorus: “You can have your principle when you’ve got a belly full, but hunger has a way with you.”
The show has long suffered from an emotional disparity between its central couples. Orpheus and Eurydice are endearing, and Noblezada and Carney — partners since the original production and now married — share genuine chemistry. Yet they remain somewhat archetypal, their romance built more on yearning glances and tearful declarations than a compelling meeting of minds. Orpheus functions primarily as a vessel for the show’s themes of art and sacrifice rather than a dynamic protagonist. Carney possesses a lovely tenor and a delicate falsetto, and he delivers the central ballad “Wait for Me” — evoking, in the best sense, the mid-2010s “stomp-clap” indie sound — with conviction. But he cannot elevate Orpheus beyond wide-eyed idealism. Noblezada’s resonant alto brings more vitality, yet Eurydice’s pluckiness remains of the sanded-down, palatable variety common to musical theater ingenues.
These doomed lovers prove most compelling not as protagonists but as pawns through which Persephone and Hades wage the cold war their whirlwind romance has become after centuries of bitterness. Page and Gray were revelatory in 2019, and they slip back into these roles as if no time has passed. Page, imposing in his double-breasted suit, layers a seductive lilt atop his booming bass or an icy edge that reveals a wounded soul. With a raspy timbre reminiscent of Eartha Kitt, Gray is the most instinctively attuned to the show’s tonal palette; her whiskey-swilling, party-girl Persephone is the ensemble’s funniest and ultimately most poignant figure.
Together, they share a testy, scarred chemistry that conveys their tortured history without a word of exposition. Their confrontation in the withering duet “How Long?” — as Persephone pleads for the younger couple’s reunion — stands as the show’s most emotionally combustible moment across its two-and-a-half-hour runtime.
On screen, this confrontation gains startling intimacy, rendered in close-ups that dissolve the theatrical world until only these two figures remain in darkness. The capture was directed by Brett Sullivan, a veteran of live musical tapings. Beyond brief backstage B-roll and occasional aerial stage views, he adopts a restrained approach, crafting a film experience that closely mirrors a night at the theater — blending wide stage compositions with tight close-ups when the spotlight finds the leads. The editing is unflashy but seamless, maintaining clear spatial orientation throughout.
A stage recording inevitably sacrifices the visceral energy of the room, and this loss is keenly felt in a musical that so foregrounds live musicianship. Yet the camera grants a compensating privilege: proximity. It is a joy to discern Gray’s weary resignation or the mischievous twinkle in De Shields’ eyes from a vantage closer than the tenth row.
De Shields’ eyes truly light up in the show’s emotional coda — not the famous mythic climax, which Hadestown stages as deliberately underwhelming, but what follows. Hermes leads the company in reprising the opening song, retelling the tale anew. It functions as both a meta-theatrical assertion that storytelling ensures immortality and a warm declaration of hope: not surrender in a bleak world, but persistence toward a better one. Viewing the finale in 2026 clarifies why Hadestown has endured for seven years and why its message of perseverance continues to strike a chord. As long as “Why We Build the Wall” remains grimly relevant, Hadestown will keep singing its sad song — and there is solace to be found within its sorrow.
Grade: B
Hadestown: The Musical premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival in June. Crosswalk will release the film in theaters on July 24.
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