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SMASH -- Season:1 -- Pictured: (l-r) Katharine McPhee as Karen Cartwright, Megan Hilty as Ivy Lynn -- Photo by: Mark Seliger/NBC

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Smash Review: Performance Anxiety

The new NBC drama Smash has a bravura opening: aspiring Broadway star Karen Cartwright (American Idol runner-up Katharine McPhee) belting “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” on a deep blue stage with a backdrop of stars. Karen’s voice sounds recognizably human rather than Auto-Tuned into robotic glop, and instead of cutting to a new angle every three seconds, the camera picks one and stays with it. Then we hear a ringing phone; the orchestra cuts off, and we’re in an audition room, where a casting agent has decided to take a call in the middle of Karen’s tryout. It’s a gag that anyone who’s auditioned will appreciate. Unfortunately, it’s also a metaphor for Smash’s problems. This series from Pulitzer-nominated playwright Theresa Rebeck (Omnium Gatherum) about the making of a new Marilyn Monroe musical keeps creating spellbinding musical moments, then yanking us out of them.

Executive produced by Steven Spielberg, Smash embellishes backstage archetypes with believable details. The core cast includes seasoned creative team Julia Houston and Tom Levitt (Debra Messing and Christian Borle); producer Eileen Rand (Anjelica Huston), who’s trying to finance the Marilyn project with money that’s tied up by her divorce; a womanizing Brit director, Derek Wills (Jack Davenport), who’s as rude as he is brilliant; and two strong contenders for the lead role (McPhee and New York stage vet Megan Hilty), who represent innocence and experience respectively. And the ­music — a mix of pop and Broadway ­standards, and originals by Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman (Hairspray) — is sure to do brisk business on iTunes. As somebody who needs to hear a certain number of show tunes each day to be happy, I’m grateful that Smash even exists.

Why, then, does this series feel sanded down and softened? Maybe it’s because Smash is an expensive show and the centerpiece of NBC’s midseason schedule; there’s too much at stake to indulge the anything-goes spirit that makes Glee so uneven (and sometimes brilliant). In any event, I miss the sting that All About Eve and All That Jazz brought to similar material. The characters are smartly written and acted but too network-TV-likable — even Derek, whose icy charisma and withering stare are undercut by revelations that he, too, has a heart. (Glee did the same thing with its meanest and most vivid character, Sue Sylvester.)

For all its exuberance, Smash seems wary of taking too many creative risks out of the gate, or even surrendering to the euphoria of song and dance for more than a couple of minutes at a time, perhaps for fear of driving away non-Tony-handicapping viewers. And it’s reluctant to engage with the most potentially revelatory aspect of its milieu, the sight of creative people shaping notions into numbers and pitches into books; considering the plethora of hit unscripted-­musical-competition programs, including Smash’s lead-in, The Voice, its skittishness on this point is bizarre. The series keeps short-circuiting potentially electrifying rehearsals and performances to take care of dramatic housekeeping: Will Derek manage to bed Karen or her rival, Ivy Lynn, and if so, will that determine who plays Marilyn? Will Julia and her husband, Frank (Broadway star Brian d’Arcy James, who for some reason is cast in a non-singing role), succeed in adopting a Chinese baby? Will Eileen have to sell her beloved Degas sketch to help finance the workshops? Will Karen’s dad (Dylan Baker) and her boyfriend Dev (Raza Jaffrey) get tired of subsidizing her dreams?

These subplots aren’t inherently dull, but they’re not as compelling as the sight of a singer belting a new ballad while its authors and their patrons look on, anxiously trying to gauge whether it’s the lyrics, the score, or the performance that’s keeping their multi-million-dollar dream from jelling. The likes of American Idol have primed mainstream audiences for a theatrical show about the minutiae of the artistic process; this engaging series has the means and the mandate to dramatize it, and if it gets renewed, maybe it will. Break a leg, Smash; I’m rooting for you.

Photo: Mark Seliger/NBCUniversal, Inc.