Of course, the racial issue doesn't come across with any more gravitas than it did in Dreamgirls—no chairs will be flung—but this is basically buoyant fairy-tale fluff posing as social comment, and you eventually accept that it's basically Bye Bye Birdie with protest signs. The message? As we're told repeatedly, "The oppressed, fringey weirdos and underdogs are moving center stage!" They mean blacks and fatties, but believe me, it's really about the gays.
So, apparently, is the Encores production of Gypsy, where attendees have reported no line whatsoever for the ladies' room, but a long, winding one for the men's room, if you catch my demographical drift.
from RC in Austin, Texas T.O.P.L.F.
"Noel [Coward] and I were in Paris once. Adjoining rooms, of course. One night, I felt mischievous, so I knocked on Noel's door, and he asked, 'Who is it?' I lowered my voice and said 'Hotel detective. Have you got a gentleman in your room?' He answered, 'Just a minute, I'll ask him.'" (Beatrice Lillie)