Our group of 3 white eldergays finally caught Jellicle Ball last Sunday at 7pm from 6th row, orchestra left side. I myself loved the concept, loved the queerness, loved the chance for real black and brown representation in a show with roots that were originally lily-white. I loved the party atmosphere between performers and audience but there's a BUT there-- our Sunday night audience was probably 99% white, being entertained by a largely black and brown cast-- the sense of racial minstrelsy (duckwalk for the white folks) was really hard to shake.
I thought the staging started out magnificently, but number after number started to become a repetitious slog. Introduce a performer, start their song, vogue on down the runway, give the performer her foregone trophy, NEXT! And did anyone else find it bizarre to watch a musical where every other lyric needed to be ignored for the show to make any sense? The cast and the band made great MUSIC together, no question, but the words only connected in the most abstract of ways. Junior LaBeija's "Gus the Theater Cat" suffered perhaps the most with verse after verse of lyrics that in no way connected to the personal history that that performer has lived.
The show soared thanks to the interactions between performers-- Sillabub's scenes with Grizabella in Act I made me weep with emotion. By Act II, I needed something more revelatory and unfortunately the remaining musical numbers left to sing weren't gonna get me there. Sorry to say, I grew bored and was ready to head for the exit long before the curtain call had wrapped up. Glad to have seen what the fuss was about, but in the battle between Ballroom Culture and TS Elliott's verse, sorry to say they both came out the losers.