Merrily We Roll | Along

For most stories, that’s the opening question. For this musical, it’s the entire plot.

Essential listening for Sondheim fans, therapy for recovering overachievers, and a warning label for anyone moving to New York or LA with a dream. 9/10. Have tissues ready for the rooftop. Merrily We Roll Along

It closed on Broadway after 16 performances. For years, it was the show’s epitaph: Sondheim’s beautiful disaster. For most stories, that’s the opening question

Here’s the miracle: Merrily refused to stay dead. For years, it was the show’s epitaph: Sondheim’s

There is a specific, gut-wrenching moment in Stephen Sondheim’s Merrily We Roll Along that haunts me. It’s not the big betrayal at the end, nor the famous flop of its 1981 premiere. It’s the line: "How did we get here?"

Telling a story in reverse is a gimmick in lesser hands. In Sondheim’s, it’s a scalpel. We know where these people end up. We see Frank as a soulless producer before we see him as a hopeful pianist. So when young Frank makes a small compromise—skipping a rehearsal for a TV gig, taking an easy paycheck "just this once"—the audience doesn’t see a mistake. We see the first crack in a dam that will eventually drown his soul.

And for anyone who has ever wondered where their 20-year-old self went, Merrily We Roll Along is that crack. Look inside. You might not like what you see. But you won’t be able to look away.