Finally got the chance to see it, and must say... folks, however good you've heard this is, it's better. As a complete newbie to Cats, but someone who understood what the concept was (and heavily disliked it), I was encouraged to no end to see this. I thought that it surely was overblown, that they couldn't fix a concept I fundamentally hated. I was so, so, so wrong.
The thing is -- I wasn't hooked immediately. For the first 15-20 minutes, I was enjoying myself, but I was thinking "I don't know how to feel about this. I don't know that it's as great as everyone is saying." But by the time Sydney James Harcourt had finished his solo, something had clicked into place and I got it. From then on, I was having an absolute blast. And yes, this production is absolutely as fun and celebratory as you've heard -- but it's also far deeper than I'd been led to believe. There are some incredible moments that led me to contemplate the history of drag as a whole, the way our industry casts aside older performers (a theme tackled so much better here than in the recent Sunset revival, I must say), and what struck me most was the way the show portrays rising above it and supporting and uplifting each other as artists and people. It's certainly still Cats, with all the things that come with that title (including some rough sound design where I was losing a lot of lyrics despite being in the front and center orchestra), but it's also so much more than that. I wept multiple times and yeah... this might just be the best thing on Broadway right now.