Worth noting that, like Putnam County Spelling Bee (I would guess) the playbill does not list who sings what song, so as to avoid spoiling the results of the contest.
Saw it tonight, certainly haven't seen anything like it in a long time, if ever. It has wonderful little moments of comic absurdity (the contest, after all, is innately funny when they come to a sudden halt after a musical number and everything, again, is static and silent). The book is actually pretty brave for the way it handles the mind-numbing boredom of the contest; never experienced as many (or as justified, mind you) moments of "dead air" in a musical before. Quite a unique effect, to me at least, and a lot of fun to explore.
The creatives did a pretty great job keeping the show moving, amazingly, even within the confines of the story. The disbelief-suspending choreographic breaks from the contest all worked fluently for me (though the dances that didn't break the convention and were done with keeping everyone on the truck, especially "Joy of the Lord", were the most entertaining to watch.) Though it started off sweet but slight, I wasn't emotionally invested until the stretch at the end of Act I. From "I'm Gone" (a tremendously yearning, hopeful ballad/duet) through "Joy of the Lord" (if they are willing to go with it and its a capella/gospel/hysteria nuttiness, it'll be a truly memorable song to excerpt for the Tony's) to "Stronger" (a rich, deeply-felt ballad for the guilty-survivor Marine Vet, and the song stuck in my head tonight as I write this), there was about 20 minutes of Broadway magic to rival any other traditional musical.
The rest of the show doesn't equal that stretch, in my opinion, but it happily coasts on the momentum of it and doesn't do anything to squander it. By the end, I found the eventualy winnowing of contestants to be a pretty effectively-done series of little dramatic moments. Each hand that came off the truck elicited its own particular response (some more than others, but some contestants' stories come to more dramatic conclusions than others.) I'd give a solid B grade overall, with some Mileage May Vary of course, but it's well worth going if you're curious. There ain't nothing like it in town, that's for sure.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.
Updated On: 2/25/13 at 11:46 PM