Have to agree with AC. The score is pretty much exquisite. Some numbers just hauntingly beautiful. But the production couldn't find the tone of the film. Which is heightened, reverential (Sirk, 50s melodrama) yet never close to camp. The show suffers from a surfeit of -- for lack of a better descriptor -- earnestness. That odd real-ness to all that was (also) fake, lush, too big and primary colored in the film should make musicalizing big scenes powerful. But until "Miro" and "The Only One," the score -- lovely as it is -- treads a certain amount of water. I left the theater thinking: The absence of a powerful opening establishing what the film did -- that homage mixed with deconstruction -- hurts the show. We need a musical way in, and the drab opening about autumn in CT is just not nearly (tonally) specific, character defining, or ultimately evocative enough. The second act has gorgeous, dangerous material, and Pasqual's brilliant take on "I Never Knew" took Frank's character to a place the film didn't quite explore, good as Quaid was (better than good -- Oscar level). But the show doesn't launch and they pay off a launch. It eases into its subject without enough command.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling