Show Synopsis: Benjy Stone tells the story of his life in 1954, when he met his childhood idol Alan Swann on the variety show Benjy was working on as a junior writer. When Swann arrives, everyone realizes he's a washed up drunken actor, and Stone offers to see to his needs, keep him sober through the live broadcast, and write him the perfect sketch. Benjy invites Swann to his family's home for dinner, where everyone has a good time but Swann gets drunk. Swann's daughter Tess, who he has not talked with in years, has invited him to the Plaza, but when he goes, he humiliates her in front of her friends. Benjy confesses his love to his coworker K.C., who agrees to get Swann to the studio on time and sober. Swann panics about the live broadcast and the fact that his daughter is in the audience and leaves the studio, but returns in the nick of time to be a part of the sketch. Swann reunites with his daughter and Benjy's sketch is a success. Character: Benjy Stone, a young and optimistic writer seeking a successful career, love life, and satisfactory family life; very excited about the prospect of working with his childhood idol; always has the best of intentions. Song Context: Benjy is overjoyed at the idea of writing a sketch for Alan Swann, because his acting brought Benjy so much joy and hope as a young child. He also grew up without a father and liked to believe that maybe Swann was his father. Fun Facts: 1. This musical was based on a 1982 comedy film of the same name written by Dennis Palumbo and Norman Steinberg. The plot was based on executive producer Mel Brooks's real-life experience working on Your Show of Shows when Errol Flynn was a guest star, although much of the plot is fabricated. 2. The role of Benjy was based on both Mel Brooks and Woody Allen, two writers who worked on Sid Caesar's Your Show of Shows. 3. Evan Pappas originated the role of Benjy on Broadway.
"Uncle Morty used to send me to the movies. ""Here's a nickel kid. Cheer up and go."" And though I was only seven, I discovered heaven At the RKO. Blue lights. Pink lights. Stars in the ceiling. An organ as big as a Buick. And a screen as tall as the Great Wall of China. Red rugs. Gold stairs. Porcelain angels. And everything bigger and better And larger than life. (spoken) At first, I was strictly a Western man, but then one Saturday afternoon, I saw Defender of the Crown (Warner Bros., 1941, technicolor), starring Alan Swann! Daring. Loyal. Kind but courageous. A hero as big a Buick With a cape, a sword, and a bevy of maidens. He was movies. Me? I was seven. And, gee, he was bigger and better And larger than life! See, life wasn't capes and flashing swords and parapets. Life wasn't Alan Swann or Robin Hood. Life was your father going out for cigarettes And deciding he was going out for good. ""Here's a nickel, kid. Cheer up and go. Swann is playing at the RKO."" Daring! Loyal! Kind, but courageous. A hero as big as I needed In the technicolor embrace of a maiden. Swann, my hero! (And possible father!) He stood. And he fought. And he never ran. Oh, no. He was bigger. And better. And larger than life. And he lived for me At the RKO."