I'd love nothing more than to see Ellen Greene made the toast of Broadway, but much of what was magical about the production I saw last night was fleeting--the serendipity of the casting, the mix of on- and off-book performances that comes with only a week's rehearsal, the euphoria felt by a group of acolytes at seeing their deity come to life.
None that would survive the process of a transfer. We'd be left with--at best--the ingredients, but not the dish itself.
You think, what do you want?
You think, make a decision...