Very positive (borderline rave) from Brantley, outright rave for Karl
There are unexpectedly poignant solos for supporting characters, like the town beauty (Rebecca Faulkenberry) and a bereaved insurance salesman (John Sanders). And the riotous “Nobody Cares,” in which Phil goes driving drunk with a couple of barflies (Andrew Call and Raymond J. Lee, both hilarious), becomes an ingeniously staged exercise in hedonistic hopelessness. (Let’s pray that glitch is fixed permanently.)
Will Broadway audiences be willing to follow “Groundhog Day” into its darkest corners? (A repeated suicide sequence is a demonic doozy.) The bigger problem for many might be the plenitude of styles in which the movie traffics. The show is tighter and more consistent than when I saw it at the Old Vic in London (where the show and Mr. Karl picked up Olivier Awards). But it could still shed a number or two, including a long sequence in which Phil consults various fraudulent doctors.
Generally he seems to like the other characters' songs (a point of contention here) but does admit they go a number or two too far.