Was there anyone more well-liked in the Broadway community than Jerry Orbach? I'll go further and include the film and television community. Hell, how about the entire community of New York City? The stories of police men and women calling out to him on their street beats and out of patrol cars, in deference to his longtime portrayal of Detective Lennie Briscoe on Law & Order, attest to both his likability and approachability.
Jerry Orbach as Lennie Briscoe on Law & Order, twelve years running (1992-2004)
Born in the Bronx on this day, Jerome Orbach was the son of Leon and Lexy Orbach, both of whom had brief flirtations with show business. His dad had been a stringer in vaudeville and his mother a radio singer.
I never met him. I remember waiting for him by the stage door after I saw him in Promises, Promises back in 1969. He never came out, which was common for some actors, between a matinee and evening performance. Reading the review I wrote when I got home that day, from a twelve-year-old's perspective it doesn't appear I took it out on him: ""Jerry Orbach is a musical comedy genius, as well as one of the finest actors around."
Proof of that came when he won the Tony Award that spring for Promises, sharing the evening in the company of his fellow actors in this photo below. It was on this night that James Earl Jones won for The Great White Hope, the first of his first two Tonys; Julie Harris took home #3 for Forty Carats and Angela Lansbury sported win #2 for Dear World. Between the four of them, they would eventually be honored with 14 Tony Awards. Good company, indeed.
Tony night, 1969 (James Earl Jones, Julie Harris, Angela Lansbury & Orbach.
Anita Gillette, who co-starred with Orbach in a 1966 City Center two-week engagement of Guys and Dolls, told me that for the rest of his life, that whenever Orbach phoned her, he would never say hello, but would warble the first few bars of "I'll Know," the ballad they once shared on stage together.
Strangely enough, there was one occasion where I thought I would finally get the chance to meet this actor whom I'd admired from such a young age. This was in 1980 at the closing night party for a play that I was understudying in on Broadway, a fiasco called Censored Scenes from King Kong. Never heard of it? Well, there's a reason for that. Anyway, I was told to go to an address in Chelsea for a small party where the company was going to go and commiserate, and that it was Jerry Orbach's brownstone. Great! Only Jerry Orbach wasn't there. Nor was Mrs. Orbach. To this day, I don't know the set of circumstances, but with all his stuff around, I can assure you it was definitely his place.
During my teenage years I saw him in 6 Rms Riv Vu (classified ad-talk for Six Rooms, River View), opposite Jane Alexander. Both were a lot better than what playwright Bob Randall wrote for them in this minor comedy, though it was hardly a waste of time to enjoy these two professionals fall in love on stage. The next time I saw Orbach, was in 1975 as Billy Flynn opposite Gwen Verdon and Chita Rivera in the original Broadway production of John Kander and Fred Ebb and Bob Fosse's Chicago. I saw him play this role three times (well, two and a half—one matinee I second acted the show). He was so in command, and so at ease (really his greatest virtue), that it felt as if when Jerry Orbach was in a musical you could easily relax, safe that for the next two hours all would be right with the world.
My last time (and everyone's, as would turn out to be the case) to see Orbach create a role in a musical, was in the stage version of the old Warner Brothers film 42nd Street. I caught it the week it opened, which turned out to be one of the most turbulent in Broadway history, what with the drama surrounding the death from a rare blood cancer of its director/choreographer, Gower Champion, on the show's opening night. That its producer David Merrick, somehow managed to withhold this information which had occurred earlier in the day from the entire New York press (as well as his cast and company), all playing directly into the showman's hands, when he grimly announced the news from the stage after the musical's wildly receptive ovation at its opening night curtain call. The photo of Merrick surrounded by his stunned cast made the front pages of every newspaper in the world.