I wholly preferred the musical Anya, but all things considered, this provided an acceptable evening's entertainment. Its structure and musical style evoke the musicals of the past, though emerging more as echoes of their predecessors than as full-bodied entities themselves. Indeed, as the evening progressed, the ghosts of such old friends as Anya, Kean, Tovarich, Gigi, Irene, and Cinderella seemed to make fleeting appearances on stage. As I loved all of those shows, I was certainly pleased to see them!
The book moves efficiently, but is short on both spark and sparkle. The meeting scene between Anya and her grandmother is a cut above the rest. The score is rather bland, but at least it's easy on the ears, which is a hell of a lot more than one can say for such musical clunkers as Come From Away, Dear Evan Hansen, Amélie, Groundhog Day, and that pretentious tuneless bore to end all pretentious tuneless bores, Sunday in the Park With George.
I thought John Bolton used his comic skills to good effect, and it is always a pleasure to see Mary Beth Peil on stage.
The show is not so much vin ordinaire as fraises Romanoff with ordinary strawberries. Still, I'll take it any day over the castor oil forced down our throats at the above-named musicals this season.