I saw it twice, and each time made me sadder. The cast was star-studded, as a Follies cast should be, and for the most part good. But there was no excitement there.
And that's when I realized I would never have the experience I had at the Winter Garden because the key ingredient of the magic of the original production was gone: Michael Bennett.
We still have Sondheim's score, which is nonpareil, and Goldman's book, for better or for worse. Maybe someday we'll have costumes and sets as sumptuous as those of Florence Klotz and Boris Aronson.
But it was the genius of Michael Bennett, moreso than Hal Prince, that is lost and never be recaptured, recreated or bettered.
The staging, the endless series of gasp-inducing coups de theatre--these are things only Michael Bennett could come up with.
I go back every time it's revived, but it can only what it is. It will never be what it was.
And that's what Follies is all about, isn't it? That's what it's really about.